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being miya atsumu’s no. 1 cheerleader

miya atsumu does not need a fanclub when he has you.

miya atsumu x fem!reader; pre-game shenanigans means holding atsumu’s hand when he has to lock in and also flirting with him to rile him up on the bus ride!

both my exes are volleyball players and let me tell u these volleyball men walk around carrying such huge egos but at the end of the day, they still fall at ur feet when u say the simplest things to them… so cute lol i wanna step on them

the miya atsumu fanclub is notorious for being loud and utterly obsessed with the inarizaki setter.

it was a little funny at first, hearing their poorly-concealed squeals whenever he stepped onto the court. but damn, did it get annoying real quick.

on the bus ride, atsumu seems calm. he’s holding your hand, and he has his earphones in, even though you know he’s not actually listening to anything. he’s so uncharacteristically quiet during the 30-minute drive to the stadium, it’s almost scary, but you know it’s because there’s only one thing in his mind right now.

winning.

atsumu sits facing towards the window, but you know he isn’t looking at the blur of scenery and cars driving past. no, atsumu is focused right now. he’s in his head, thinking about the game, from the very moment he steps onto the court to when he’s finally leaving the stadium with yet another win.

the bus pulls into the parking lot and already, there’s a horde of fangirls crowding outside the stadium entrance, ready to ask for signatures and selfies.

atsumu finally tears his gaze from the window with a harsh click of his tongue, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“i hate mosquito season,” atsumu says through gritted teeth, crossing his arms like a petulant child, and you know he’s not talking about insects. “i can’t stand em, seriously! these pests.”

"don’t be like that,” you scold lightly, patting his thigh twice. “be nice to your supporters.”

“but they’re so annoyin’! even as supporters, it’s like they’re cheerin’ jus’ to throw me off ma game!” atsumu pouts, and there it is, your chance to butter him up and really rile him up for the game.

“nothing can throw you off your game, ‘tsumu,” you say sweetly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand. atsumu leans into your touch immediately. “you’re better than that.”

“yer right,” atsumu smirks, placing his hand over yours to guide it to the back of his neck for you to comb your fingers through his hair. “‘sides, s’hard to pay them any attention when yer here, doll.”

“yeah? you like it when i watch you play, ‘tsumu?” you tug a little at atsumu’s hair, just the way he likes it, and it has him leaning forward until his head is resting on your shoulder and his face is pressed into your shirt.

“i love it. yer my lucky charm, babe. my darlin’ cheerleader. don’t need any of those pigs squealin’ f’me when i got my pretty girl ta support me.”

“i can never take my eyes off you, atsumu,” you murmur softly, and you mean it. atsumu always looks so good on court, doing what he loves most. he carries his passion for volleyball everywhere with him, but the court is where it truly shines through, where his hard work finally pays off.

atsumu’s a proud guy, with an ego bigger than most, and yet he melts at your words and keens at your touch.

“ya mean it?” atsumu tilts his head to the side to look at you, and you grin.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask, and atsumu grins and shrugs. “hmm, how about this. i’ll help coach take down team stats* today. i’ll give you a kiss for every service ace today.”

"god, yer the best. yer comin’ ta all my games from now on.”

“you’ll lose your fangirls, y’know,” you say, half-jokingly.

“don’t need em,” atsumu says, completely serious. he grins wildly at you. “yer all i need.”

atsumu had no shame breaking the hearts of his fangirls walking into the stadium with your hand in his, but the cherry on top was definitely the way he pointed at you before every serve. (he got 16 service aces that match.)

i miss volleyball… i miss competition szn… siiiiiigh

*team stats r like a lil sheet of paper for the coach to take down n keep track of every player’s performance in a match. points scored, mistakes, for spiking, receiving, setting, blocking, all that stuff. my ex used to come to my games and help me take down stats for me (and my whole team) so we could review my games tgt

[unforgettwble-sumii]

DATE NIGHT — W. A

( Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader 📖 )

⭐ A lovely date night with Wednesday.

⭐ Warnings ‼️: not proofread! mentions the grim reaper, if I miss any more please do tell me ♡

⭐ Word count: 1.8k

a/n: My brain was itching for some Wednesday and soft!R fluff ☹️

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"How does this look, Thing?" The infamous goth spoke to her companion, Thing, who was currently on her desk helping her pick out an outfit for your date night. The hand signed, saying that she was being too extra. Wednesday scoffed. That was very out of character for the appendage to say. But he was right. She didn't need to dress up that extravagantly, as it was just a lovely date night through the park. A pair of black jeans and a black hoodie will do.

Wednesday rummaged through her closet once more to look for her beloved hoodie that had both of your scents merged in it. She switched her clothes one last time, looked at the mirror, then at Thing; who finally gave her a sign of approval. She nodded and grabbed her backpack, which was full of items you both loved: snacks, a book, a pair of earphones, etc. She turned to the table where Thing was, grabbing the precious flower she grown herself just for you.

As she was about to open the door, you knocked; causing Wednesday's heart to skip a beat. With a soft inhale, she opened the door to see you with a soft smile. You greeted her with a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Mi sol, how are you?" She had asked, exiting the room and closing the door behind her carefully as to not draw attention or cause disruptions to any of the other students who were currently in deep slumber. "I'm more than fine, Wednesday. Especially now that I'm here with you." You giggled, skipping down the stairs of the Academy happily and without care. "How about you?" You returned the question, glancing at the goth who followed behind you.

"I'm doing well. I had grown this myself for you." You abruptly stopped, eager to know what Wednesday was talking about. You hummed, turning to look at her. She had a flower in one hand. She brought her hand up to give the flower to you. You carefully took the flower from her hand and admired it; entranced by it's beauty. "It's gorgeous, I love it!" You almost fully screamed in enthusiasm. "I'm glad you adore it. Even if I'm not one to enjoy these type of plants, I'm glad you find joy in them." She took the back of your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the finger where you had worn the ring she had given you.

It was a simple black ring with her initials on it. She wore the same one, except engraved on it were your initials.

Both making your way out of the school gates, you once again skipped your way to the park. It was a cold and breezy night, and a jacket would do you so much justice. Unfortunately, because you were so excited; you had forgotten to bring your jacket. You slightly shivered, not enjoying the cold. Wednesday took notice and took off her own hoodie for you to wear.

A small yet heartwarming gesture that made your heart warm and soft. You thanked her and happily put it on, twirling to show off that you were wearing her hoodie. "What about you, baby? Aren't you going to get cold?" Your voice now lacing with concerned as you walked closer to your lover.

"As long as you're not freezing to death, I'll be fine." She sighed, walking over to a bench and looking up at you. You followed suit; sitting beside her and leaning your head on her shoulder. You let a puff of breath out, contented with the current event you were in right now.

"Wen, you should def learn how to text." You say, breaking the silence. Wednesday glanced at you, clearly confused. "Why would I need to learn how to text when I can talk to you perfectly fine? Besides, I don't want to succumb to the horrible effects technology has on teens these days." You playfully rolled your eyes. Wednesday could be such a mom at times.

"Well, yes—but what if we're not near each other? Plus, I've been meaning to add you to our girls only gc" You stated, looking at her slightly; thinking wether to plant a kiss on her cheek or to peck her on the lips. "I think that would be unnecessary. I see no proper use for such thing."

Wednesday sighed, even though she had no clue why you were so attached to a piece of technology, she tried her best to understand it. Grabbing her phone from her backpack she put it on her lap, staring at it. This made you gasp in excitement; an idea popped up on your head. Wednesday wondered what could have been going on in that mind of yours yet didn't ask about it. Instead waited on for you to dictate your idea.

"Let's take a selfie!!"

Oh dear. The young Addams was not a fond of 'selfies', infact, she hated them with a passion. But, you had changed her perspective on life for the better, so she had thought that maybe a small selfie wouldn't be as bad as she thought.

You unlocked her phone; surprised that it didn't have a passcode. Opened the camera app and held up her phone so that both of you would fit in the frame. "Smileee!!" You giggled. Wednesday wanted to rip her eyes out, but, for your sake; she followed what you had asked her to do. Scooting closer she placed her left hand on your right shoulder and tried to muster up a small smile. With a simple click, she felt her world stop. Instead of her looking at the camera, her gaze trailed over to your face instead.

'Click.'

You giggled excitedly, not noticing Wednesday's gaze on you. You clicked the icon beside the button in order to view the photo. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat once your eyes examined the picture. Pure joy and love erupted from your heart as you tried to find the right words to say. You looked at Wednesday, who was already gazing at you.

Her harsh eyes filled with softness she didn't know she had. She was admiring you, something that the young Addams did in secret or when it was just the two of you. You cupped her cheek with your hand, leaning in closer; glancing at her lips then back on her dark eyes. She leaned in, signing for you to continue. With a smile, you closed the remaining gap between the two of you. Suddenly, the night wasn't as cold; the warmth of both of your bodies radiated the air, creating a soft and perfect atmosphere.

You broke off the kiss after a few minutes, then fell into a giggle fit which made the young Addams sigh. Yes, you were a handful at times, yet that never stopped her heart from beating for you. If you asked her, she would rip her own heart out and feed it to the kettle of vultures that flew freely outside her home.

She loved you dearly. That you for sure knew. When it comes to love language, Wednesday's is definitely acts of service. She would do anything for you, she could climb the tallest mountain to obtain a special flower in order to show you just how much you mean to her. When it comes to you, Wednesday never hesitates to risk her life to make sure that you're happy.

Soon after, you both decided that it was a great time to eat the snacks you both had brought.

Throughout the night, you both shared your thoughts and other random things that needed to be let out of your mind. Everything was calm and absolutely perfect. Every once in a while, one or the other would let out a chuckle. However, there was this one story that caused you to have a laughing fit and, laughing while eating certainly wasn't a bright idea. You started to choke on the sandwich that you were munching on, causing Wednesday to violently and aggressively pat your back.

Somehow that experience made the night even better, even if the grim reaper was around the corner to take your life. But you know that Wednesday would always be there to save you if he happened to stop by.

Even if you wanted to stay much longer, Wednesday noted that it was getting late and that both of you had classes tomorrow.

You sighed, sad that this night was coming to an end. However, another idea had popped up in your head that positively affected your mood.

"Come back to my dorm with me? Please?"

You begged Wednesday to sleep over at your dorm. After much consideration, Wednesday complied. Earning a kiss on the lips from you.

When you arrived at your dorm, you opened the door for both of you. The smile on your face was so evident that you resembled a child in a candy store. "I'm going to go change and brush my teeth, okay?" You told Wednesday as you made your way to your drawers to pick out a pajama set. Then, your eyes landed on a black pair of pajamas that had another set to match with it. This sparked another idea in your head. You quickly went to the bathroom to brush your teeth so your idea can be in motion.

You clasped your hands happily as you looked at yourself at the mirror, Wednesday right beside you. Wearing the black pj's that matched yours except you were wearing shorts instead of pajama pants. "Don't we look adorable?" You asked, admiring yourself. "While I wouldn't describe myself as 'adorable', you certainly look dashing, Cara Mia."

You set a soft and tender kiss on her nose, before replying, "You remind me of the moon, my dear. So perfect."

"I love you, Wednesday." You slightly giggled. How many times have you giggled and kissed Wednesday this night? You don't know. But one thing you new though was, both of you were getting tired and needed some sleep, especially Wednesday. You have learned after awhile of dating her, that once she got tired she gets a tad more affectionate. While yes, it was adorable, you wanted to go to bed more than anything.

"My darling girl, you are everything to me. You bring me joy that the world is incapable of giving me. You bring light to my dark world. I love you, Cara Mia." Wednesday replied, kissing your knuckles just as she did awhile ago.

You belly flopped onto your bed, then moved to make space for Wednesday. You made grabby hands at her before she made her way beside you. You found yourself moving closer to lay on top of her. Your head rested on her chest, listening to her heartbeat that soon lulled you to sleep.

"Mi amor, you may not hear me but, you mean so much to me. I may struggle tell you, but I can and will show you." Wednesday mumbled before she herself fell asleep.

Little did she know that you heard her, and it brought a soft smile to your face.

— ⭐ ©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal, modify, or translate.

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Francis Forever (CS55 x Reader)

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summary: words unsaid keep him up at night after y/n loses her f1 seat (inspired by Francis Forever by Mitski)

word count: 4117

warnings: angst not proofread, swearing maybe, y/n is essentially daniel from the 2022-2023 season

December 19, 2022 (Spain)

        He was lost in the 2022 season.  Red Bull had a different dominance to them, and Ferrari could not seem to keep up with the absolute rocket ship of a car Red Bull had. In the end, his thoughts only drifted back to her. They both struggled greatly in the season. The season was over, and so were they. 

        It was three in the morning in Spain—he’d spent the night tossing and turning in bed, seeking warmth his blankets could not provide him—when the news stumbled onto his social media. Multiple accounts across multiple platforms announced y/n to be Red Bull’s third driver for the 2023 season. He even went on Red Bull’s account to verify the news. 

        He sighed. He believed she would have taken a break from Formula 1 in the time she wasn’t going to be driving. Instead, he was mortified to learn his ex girlfriend would only be a few garages up the pitlane. How couldn’t she? With the love Red Bull always had for her, it was never going to come into question that they would have bailed her out of the situation she found herself in for the season. 

        Despite Red Bull’s history with its drivers, his heart lit up with joy knowing they would have taken care of her. After all, her time with Red Bull was preferable to the time she spent with McLaren. He was almost in a daze, caught up in the moment when he found himself scrolling through his phone’s contacts, his heart skipping a beat as his gaze landed upon the familiar contact; her number saved under the name “Mi Amor”.

        “Saw the news, amor! Congratulations, I can’t wait to see you again on race weekends” he typed up before mentally kicking himself when a moment of logic washed over him. Though the message was plain, it was far too sentimental for his liking. Far too sentimental for what they were now. 

        “Congratulations. See you!” he made a attempt to revise the message. He sighed, repeatedly tapping on his phone’s backspace key until not a single trace of the message existed. No message. It’s what he had settled on instead that night. 

March 3, 2023 (Bahrain)

        It was time for the first race of the 2023 season. Walking through the paddock, he saw her. She smiled as she walked past reporters and photographers, clad in her team’s dark blue t-shirt as she made her way over to the Red Bull garage. He stood still, watching her from meters away as she disappeared behind the motorhome’s walls. He could not bring himself to move closer to her, unsure of whether or not he still had the right to do so after their breakup. 

        Back then, race weekends were not so awkward. They used to be fine. Perfectly fine, and so perfectly enamored with each other. Their eyes used to light up so clearly when they spotted each other from across the paddock walking into their respective motorhomes. It was never this messy between them. 

        August 27, 2022 (Belgium)

        The 2022 season was exhausting for the pair. y/n had just announced she was parting ways with McLaren and that made it all real. And though Carlos wanted to be there to support her, he had his work to do with Ferrari. After the announcement, she was working to prove herself to other teams, fighting to make the improvements she needed to. The pair hardly found much time for each other. 

        A few garages distance had never felt so far. 

        “So, Red Bull wants to give me a third driver seat,” she spoke as they jogged side-by-side on the hotel gym’s treadmills. Her e/c eyes scanned his face for a reaction, frowning when she got none. It took her waving her hand in front of his face for him to finally rid himself of his earphones. 

        “Sorry, amor, were you saying something?” he questioned cluelessly, an expectant look on his face. She frowned.

        “Never mind. I haven’t signed anything yet,” she shook away the thought of letting him in on the news this early. 

        “Why? Are you getting offers already?” he questioned almost absentmindedly, gaze fixed on the view outside the glass windows the treadmills were situated in front of. 

        “Kind of? Not really, though. It’s complicated and the driver market is insanely complicated this year,” she shook off the thought. Mercedes had offered her a role as a reserve driver, and Haas offered her a seat she had no plans of taking. She didn’t know how well those teams would have fared for her and her career. 

        “Let me know when you have a seat, yeah? We can go out and celebrate,” he smiled proudly before making a suggestion, “If you can’t find one, maybe I can put in a good word for you in Ferrari for a reserve driver seat or something.” 

        She grimaced at the thought. There was nothing wrong with it. She knew he was trying to help in a way he knew how. Still, it felt as though he were implying she needed him in order to stay in F1. Him leaving McLaren was what led her into the team in the first place. To many, it seemed like Carlos was responsible for the opportunities she was given in her career in recent years. It wasn’t fair for her achievements to be diminished by the fact that her career was waning, incomparable to the way her boyfriend’s career shone. 

        “I don’t need it,” she responded, her tone clipped, “I’ve got opportunities. Plenty of them. I’ll find a seat next year on the grid, and if I have to wait for somebody else’s contract to end, I’ll do it.”

        “Maybe you can try a different racing series?” he suggested, “Le Mans could be interesting for you, no? Maybe even rally cars like we did with papa that one time.”

        “And what about us? Would we be able to take it? Traveling to different places in the world at different times, our schedules almost never lining up?”

        “I think we can handle it,” he nodded, interlacing their fingers, “I have trust in our relationship. I know we can make it through anything.”

        “Well, I’d like to stay in F1. Maybe I can take a short break before I get a seat back. I’m sure I’m not leaving Formula 1, though.”

November 22, 2022, Monaco

        “You know, I think you’re taking this a bit extreme now,” Carlos sighed, watching her race on her racing simulator set up in their apartment. 

        “I have to do this, Carlos,” she insisted, “I have to prove I’ve still got it.” 

        “And who are you trying to prove it to? It’s just you and me here, y/n,” he reminded her, unplugging the simulator and wrapping his arms around her, “It’s going to be okay. Take a moment to rest.”

        “Okay,” she nodded, giving into his request and following him to the living room. She let out a sigh, “It’s weird for me to think I won’t be racing next season after all these years. I thought I had my contract sealed for next year. I thought I would have had time to redeem myself at McLaren instead of having them buy me out.”

        “I know, Amor,” he sighed into her hair as he held her in a comforting embrace, “I’m going out with some of the other drivers later. Do you want to go?”

        “I think I’ll stay here first,” she shook him off, “You have fun though. Don’t get too drunk, yeah?” 

        “I’ll try,” Carlos winked. 

        Later that night, he found himself on a quiet rooftop bar with George, Lando, Charles, and Max. 

        “I found her on the simulator earlier,” he admitted to his friends under the influence of a few tequila shots, “I mean, she seemed so rough earlier. I worry for her, you know? She’s so stressed out with everything that I feel bad because I have a seat and she doesn’t.”

        “Don’t you think it might hurt her if she has to keep traveling with you for F1?” Lando chimed in as the topic of y/n’s career came up. It was inevitable for them to end up talking. They were drivers, and y/n was Lando’s teammate. One way or another, it would have come up in conversation. 

        “And what makes you think that?” Carlos quirked a brow at Lando’s remark. 

        “Does she have any plans outside F1? I heard Nicky’s going back to uni with Logan replacing him,” George explained, taking a sip from his beer, “If not, maybe it will take some getting used to for her if she’s going to follow you around on races.” 

        “Well, not that I know of right now—”

        “Does she have a confirmed seat anywhere? Maybe even a reserve driver seat?” 

        “We haven’t talked about it yet,” the Spaniard shook his head at the thought, only vaguely being able to recall their conversation on the treadmills in Belgium. 

        “If she doesn’t have one, then yeah, I think it would suck for her to do all this F1 stuff with you. Especially with where her career is right now,” George sighed, rubbing his cheeks as though mentally putting himself in y/n’s shoes. 

        “But wouldn’t it be good for her to stay within F1? That way, she stays in conversations when the driver market opens up again?” Max suggested. Carlos was tipsy at that point, not too sure about what they were discussing in that moment. The driver market got complicated at times; the tequila made it difficult for his comprehension. 

        “Maybe she needs a break from F1 if it’s making her as stressed out as Carlos is saying it is,” Charles chimed in, “There are plenty of teams outside F1 as well who would love to have her as their driver. Maybe she’s insisting on F1 because Carlos is in F1?” 

        Carlos’ thick brows furrowed at those words. Was it true? That she was only insisting on staying in F1 for him? That he was the one holding her back from jumping to other divisions of racing liek Charles was insinuating?

        He sat deep in thought that night as the conversation shifted to other topics his fellow drivers wished to talk about. He stumbled into their apartment that night, a frown in his face as he knew what he was about to do. 

        “Fun night out?” she questioned, a warm smile on her face as Carlos entered the apartment. He was going to miss that smile.

        “I think we need to break up,” he blurted out. Her eyes grew wide, the smile slipping off her face as she stared at him in disbelief. Chuckling as though she just misheard him. 

        “What?” 

        “It’s for your future, Amor. I know you love all things motorsports, and you told me how you would have gone for Indycar if you didn’t get into F1,” Carlos began to ramble, unable to sort through his drunken thoughts in a way that would have made sense to his sober girlfriend. 

        “What does that have to do with anything?” she demanded, her voice cracking upon the realization that he was serious about his words. 

        “It would be easier for you to leave if I wasn’t making you stay,” his voice broke. 

        “But you aren’t making me stay, Carlos. I’m choosing to stay,” she shook off his words, “Darling, you’re drunk. Surely, this is just a big misunderstanding. We can talk about this in the morning.” 

        “No. No. I have to leave now, you understand?” he sounded desperate as he rushed into their shared room to start packing. 

        “Carlos, darling, come on. We can have this discussion in the morning. You aren’t thinking straight,” she pleaded with him, “Carlos, let’s just go to bed, please?” 

        “Okay,” he nodded, following her into bed. When she had woken up, he was gone. Most of his things as well. He meant what he said that night, it seemed. 

July 11, 2023 (Great Britain)

        y/n wasn’t there for every Grand Prix that year. He found his eyes going to the Red Bull garage every chance he could, hoping he’d be able to catch a glimpse of her. Disappointment set in whenever he couldn’t find her, or whenever he learned she wasn’t going to attend the weekend at all. He went from seeing her daily to doing his best to steal glimpses of her. 

        Carlos Sainz was subscribed to the Oracle Red Bull Racing team’s YouTube channel. Though he was ashamed to admit it, he would have videos of her on the channel on replay constantly whenever he missed her. It was the only place he could catch her smiling and laughing nowadays. He wasn’t sure if her smiles were genuine. Part of him wished upon her the same hurt. Just to see that their relationship meant something to her. That he broke her heart as much as he did his own that day. 

        And though she did not see him often on race weekends she did attend, he was there. Hell, he was present at Silverstone, watching on as she did the tire tests for Pirelli, clad in a Red Bull racing suit as she drove a Red Bull car around the track. She looked amazing in the suit, driving around like she was still doing it every weekend. 

        Three in the morning again. He spent the night tossing and turning in the cold hotel bed thinking of her that day. She drove the car amazingly, with such ferocity. With a renewed vigor as she made her way through every corner, perfectly in sync with the car. He missed being with her on the track. He missed seeing her in the car, so perfectly in her element. He was a fool to think she would have walked away from Formula 1 that easily. 

        “Everyone’s talking about how amazing you did in the tire tests, amor. You did amazing. I would love to see you with a permanent seat in Red Bull. You were so happy there.” 

        He deleted the message again, unwilling to send it. Besides, after the day she had, she was likely asleep. His eyes grew wide at the notifications on his phone that popped up immediately after he erased his message. 

        A press release came out saying she was replacing Nyck De Vries in Alpha Tauri. She was back in a Formula 1 car. This is what she was working towards since the news broke form McLaren. He regretted parting ways with her now more than ever. 

        Had they still been together, he would have been the first person she told about the contract. He would have smiled proudly, excitement evident on his face as he took her out to dinner in celebration of her. Instead, there he was, stuck staring at his phone, trying to think about whether or not he wanted to send her a message. 

        What was there to say? What words were enough to make up for what he’d done to her. Would he tell her he was sorry? That he wanted her back? That he’d made a mistake in doing what his drunken self believed was best for her? 

        She knew exactly what she was doing in her career. He was stupid to think she wasn’t going to be back in a seat by the 2023 season. 

        “You’re back on the grid! Excited to see you with your foot back in the competition. The fans missed you as well, you should see the support they give you online. I missed you”

        Deleted again. 

August 25, 2023 (The Netherlands)

        Grand Prix weekends grew difficult for Carlos following the announcement. He had to see her more and more now. The media was saturated with reports about her, their focus heavy on her. Many eyes watched her, just to see if she was as promising as they said she would be. To see if she was worth sacking De Vries for. 

        Her face was everywhere on his social media. Her name slipped through everyone’s lips in gossip. The one time he wasn’t hearing about her, he found himself stuck in a press conference with her. 

        She sat herself on the furthest end of the couch, away from him. She acted as though there was no history between them. Though they knew, the drivers knew, the fans knew. They were together for years, back when she was in Red Bull with Sebastian himself. She put on an act of aloofness toward him every time he would look at her, plastering on a smile for the reporters who asked her questions. 

        It was evident she was excited for the weekend. Carlos knew he was what stood between her and actually enjoying the press conference. 

        “How are you feeling entering the race weekend?” one of the reporters directed the question to her. 

        “I’m very excited,” she announced with a smile, “I’ve been in the car for two Grand Prix, I’m still trying to get the hang of it and get in sync with it. I’m looking forward to being able to do more with the car than I was able to. I’m still getting used to the car in terms of race pace and all. I’m hoping for a few points this weekend.” 

        “She’ll be on the podium in no time when she gets the hang of the car,” Carlos chimed in awkwardly, eyes wandering over to y/n. 

        “I hope so,” she shrugged, a tense smile on her face, “I’ve got a ridiculous amount of competition for that, though.” 

        “You’ll do great,” Carlos spoke again. y/n looked over at him, nodding awkwardly before settling back into the couch. 

        Unfortunately, her race weekend was cut short when she hit the tire barriers in the second practice session of the weekend. The yellow flags came out and Carlos frowned as he saw her car in the tire barrier next to Oscar Piastri’s McLaren. 

        The news about her condition came later upon finding out her injury was worse than they initially thought. Her wrist was fractured. She was not going to be able to race that weekend. His heart felt for her as he recalled how excited she was in that press conference. 

       He continued on with the weekend, relying on announcements from social media regarding her condition. He finished fifth that weekend. 

September 17, 2023 (Singapore)

        He knew she was in the paddock that weekend. He was made aware of it on social media when the Alpha Tauri social media account posted about it to their feed. It was a photo of her in the Alpha Tauri pit wall, a smile on her face despite the fact she was not going to be racing that weekend. 

        The car had pace that weekend. The practice sessions proved that. However, he wasn’t sure if it was going to transmute to Qualifying positions. However, he was certain he was going to do his best because this time, there was hope for another win. And it was going to be in Singapore with y/n watching. 

        He pushed himself to his best during Qualifying. He was going for pole position and nobody was going to get in the way of that. With the Red Bulls out in Q2, Pole position was up for grabs. He was going to make sure he was the driver to get it. 

        He drove the quickest lap possible at that circuit, pushing his red Ferrari to its limit, pulling momentum into every turn he took, crossing the line with the quickest lap time. He’d done it. He was starting from Pole in Singapore. 

        That night, it wasn’t him with his eyes glued to his phone screen at 3 in the morning. No. That night, it had been y/n with her phone stuck in her hands, staring at his contact saved to her phone. Cameras caught her watching the qualifying session, a video circulating of the way her eyes lit up when Carlos set his time. 

        He didn’t see that, though. Not when he was in the car, celebrating getting pole position. 

        Still, she hesitated to click on his contact. Was it right for her to send him a message? He broke up with her. She had gone through a whirlwind that season and she didn’t hear a single word from Carlos. A sharp pain struck her injured wrist, the one she held her phone with, resulting in the block of glass and metal to hit her square in the face. 

        “Good job today, darling. Wishing you luck for tomorrow’s racefhkwe”

        Her eyes widened, mortified. The message was sent. She sighed, typing up another message, deciding there was no better time to say the words. 

        “I miss you.” 

        She spent the rest of the night in a dreamless sleep, awaiting a response to her message. Though, she knew Carlos well enough to know he kept his phone usage to a minimum on Grand Prix days. 

        Before the Grand Prix started, he pulled out his phone, killing time in the minutes before he had to enter his car. It was then he saw the message she sent him at 3 in the morning. His eyes grew wide, reading the three words over and over again. 

        “Carlos!” his race engineer called out to him, “The driver parade’s about to start.”

        He had no time to reply y/n’s message before he was pulled in all sorts of directions for Grand Prix duties. Soon enough, he was in the car, still not having been able to reply to her message. He was determined to get the whole race over with, eager to finally reply to her. It paid off in his favor. He crossed the line first. When the celebrations with the team at parc ferme were through, he made his way into the cooldown room in preparation for the podium ceremony. 

        He’d gotten so used to looking for her over the race weekends that he was sure he could spot her in any crowd. This time, his eyes grew wide as he climbed onto the top step of the podium. He blinked, believing his eyes were deceiving him. In the red sea of Ferrari, McLaren, and Mercedes staff, she stood out, clad in her Red Bull team shirt. She cheered excitedly with the crowd, despite the sling her arm was in.

        Despite her injury, there she was, joining the crowd to celebrate a podium ceremony Red Bull took no part in. He didn’t think he was going to see her anytime soon after her injury. Nothing was going to keep her from Formula 1. He was certain of that now.

        It was unmistakable, the glimmer in her eyes as she cheered along. The joy that was painted on her features as she gazed up at the top three finishers of the Grand Prix. A part of him hoped that gaze was meant for him. 

        When the ceremony ended, the team, including him gathered in the garage for celebratory pictures. To his surprise, there she was. 

        “y/n, what are you doing here?” he questioned, shock evident in his expression as he wiped the champagne away from his face. 

        “The team invited me after the podium ceremony,” she explained bashfully, her arms wrapping around her torso, unsure of what to do with her hands, “You never replied to my message.” 

        “I wanted to,” he breathed out, relieved she was finally talking to him, “I saw it right before the driver’s parade started. I wasn’t able to reply. If it’s any consolation, I miss you too.” 

        “We can talk about this later if you want to, yeah?” she smiled up at him, that twinkle in her eyes returning, “Go celebrate your win with the team.” 

        “No. No,” he shook his head, unwilling to put the conversation off any longer, “I made a mistake that night in Monaco. I thought, I thought that whatever I was doing was better for you. I thought it would have helped you shift your focus to other options in racing. I was an idiot.” 

        “Yeah. You were,” she gave a small smile. 

        “I’m sorry, y/n. Really, I’m sorry,” he frowned, “I know it will take time for you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I’m proud of you and I still love you. I was too guilty to tell you then, but I was so happy, seeing you make your way back to the grid this season, and—”

        “I forgive you,” she cut him off, tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his tall frame, “I love you too, Carlos.

December 19, 2022 (Spain)

        He was lost in the 2022 season.  Red Bull had a different dominance to them, and Ferrari could not seem to keep up with the absolute rocket ship of a car Red Bull had. In the end, his thoughts only drifted back to her. They both struggled greatly in the season. The season was over, and so were they. 

        It was three in the morning in Spain—he’d spent the night tossing and turning in bed, seeking warmth his blankets could not provide him—when the news stumbled onto his social media. Multiple accounts across multiple platforms announced y/n to be Red Bull’s third driver for the 2023 season. He even went on Red Bull’s account to verify the news. 

        He sighed. He believed she would have taken a break from Formula 1 in the time she wasn’t going to be driving. Instead, he was mortified to learn his ex girlfriend would only be a few garages up the pitlane. How couldn’t she? With the love Red Bull always had for her, it was never going to come into question that they would have bailed her out of the situation she found herself in for the season. 

        Despite Red Bull’s history with its drivers, his heart lit up with joy knowing they would have taken care of her. After all, her time with Red Bull was preferable to the time she spent with McLaren. He was almost in a daze, caught up in the moment when he found himself scrolling through his phone’s contacts, his heart skipping a beat as his gaze landed upon the familiar contact; her number saved under the name “Mi Amor”.

        “Saw the news, amor! Congratulations, I can’t wait to see you again on race weekends” he typed up before mentally kicking himself when a moment of logic washed over him. Though the message was plain, it was far too sentimental for his liking. Far too sentimental for what they were now. 

        “Congratulations. See you!” he made a attempt to revise the message. He sighed, repeatedly tapping on his phone’s backspace key until not a single trace of the message existed. No message. It’s what he had settled on instead that night. 

March 3, 2023 (Bahrain)

        It was time for the first race of the 2023 season. Walking through the paddock, he saw her. She smiled as she walked past reporters and photographers, clad in her team’s dark blue t-shirt as she made her way over to the Red Bull garage. He stood still, watching her from meters away as she disappeared behind the motorhome’s walls. He could not bring himself to move closer to her, unsure of whether or not he still had the right to do so after their breakup. 

        Back then, race weekends were not so awkward. They used to be fine. Perfectly fine, and so perfectly enamored with each other. Their eyes used to light up so clearly when they spotted each other from across the paddock walking into their respective motorhomes. It was never this messy between them. 

        August 27, 2022 (Belgium)

        The 2022 season was exhausting for the pair. y/n had just announced she was parting ways with McLaren and that made it all real. And though Carlos wanted to be there to support her, he had his work to do with Ferrari. After the announcement, she was working to prove herself to other teams, fighting to make the improvements she needed to. The pair hardly found much time for each other. 

        A few garages distance had never felt so far. 

        “So, Red Bull wants to give me a third driver seat,” she spoke as they jogged side-by-side on the hotel gym’s treadmills. Her e/c eyes scanned his face for a reaction, frowning when she got none. It took her waving her hand in front of his face for him to finally rid himself of his earphones. 

        “Sorry, amor, were you saying something?” he questioned cluelessly, an expectant look on his face. She frowned.

        “Never mind. I haven’t signed anything yet,” she shook away the thought of letting him in on the news this early. 

        “Why? Are you getting offers already?” he questioned almost absentmindedly, gaze fixed on the view outside the glass windows the treadmills were situated in front of. 

        “Kind of? Not really, though. It’s complicated and the driver market is insanely complicated this year,” she shook off the thought. Mercedes had offered her a role as a reserve driver, and Haas offered her a seat she had no plans of taking. She didn’t know how well those teams would have fared for her and her career. 

        “Let me know when you have a seat, yeah? We can go out and celebrate,” he smiled proudly before making a suggestion, “If you can’t find one, maybe I can put in a good word for you in Ferrari for a reserve driver seat or something.” 

        She grimaced at the thought. There was nothing wrong with it. She knew he was trying to help in a way he knew how. Still, it felt as though he were implying she needed him in order to stay in F1. Him leaving McLaren was what led her into the team in the first place. To many, it seemed like Carlos was responsible for the opportunities she was given in her career in recent years. It wasn’t fair for her achievements to be diminished by the fact that her career was waning, incomparable to the way her boyfriend’s career shone. 

        “I don’t need it,” she responded, her tone clipped, “I’ve got opportunities. Plenty of them. I’ll find a seat next year on the grid, and if I have to wait for somebody else’s contract to end, I’ll do it.”

        “Maybe you can try a different racing series?” he suggested, “Le Mans could be interesting for you, no? Maybe even rally cars like we did with papa that one time.”

        “And what about us? Would we be able to take it? Traveling to different places in the world at different times, our schedules almost never lining up?”

        “I think we can handle it,” he nodded, interlacing their fingers, “I have trust in our relationship. I know we can make it through anything.”

        “Well, I’d like to stay in F1. Maybe I can take a short break before I get a seat back. I’m sure I’m not leaving Formula 1, though.”

November 22, 2022, Monaco

        “You know, I think you’re taking this a bit extreme now,” Carlos sighed, watching her race on her racing simulator set up in their apartment. 

        “I have to do this, Carlos,” she insisted, “I have to prove I’ve still got it.” 

        “And who are you trying to prove it to? It’s just you and me here, y/n,” he reminded her, unplugging the simulator and wrapping his arms around her, “It’s going to be okay. Take a moment to rest.”

        “Okay,” she nodded, giving into his request and following him to the living room. She let out a sigh, “It’s weird for me to think I won’t be racing next season after all these years. I thought I had my contract sealed for next year. I thought I would have had time to redeem myself at McLaren instead of having them buy me out.”

        “I know, Amor,” he sighed into her hair as he held her in a comforting embrace, “I’m going out with some of the other drivers later. Do you want to go?”

        “I think I’ll stay here first,” she shook him off, “You have fun though. Don’t get too drunk, yeah?” 

        “I’ll try,” Carlos winked. 

        Later that night, he found himself on a quiet rooftop bar with George, Lando, Charles, and Max. 

        “I found her on the simulator earlier,” he admitted to his friends under the influence of a few tequila shots, “I mean, she seemed so rough earlier. I worry for her, you know? She’s so stressed out with everything that I feel bad because I have a seat and she doesn’t.”

        “Don’t you think it might hurt her if she has to keep traveling with you for F1?” Lando chimed in as the topic of y/n’s career came up. It was inevitable for them to end up talking. They were drivers, and y/n was Lando’s teammate. One way or another, it would have come up in conversation. 

        “And what makes you think that?” Carlos quirked a brow at Lando’s remark. 

        “Does she have any plans outside F1? I heard Nicky’s going back to uni with Logan replacing him,” George explained, taking a sip from his beer, “If not, maybe it will take some getting used to for her if she’s going to follow you around on races.” 

        “Well, not that I know of right now—”

        “Does she have a confirmed seat anywhere? Maybe even a reserve driver seat?” 

        “We haven’t talked about it yet,” the Spaniard shook his head at the thought, only vaguely being able to recall their conversation on the treadmills in Belgium. 

        “If she doesn’t have one, then yeah, I think it would suck for her to do all this F1 stuff with you. Especially with where her career is right now,” George sighed, rubbing his cheeks as though mentally putting himself in y/n’s shoes. 

        “But wouldn’t it be good for her to stay within F1? That way, she stays in conversations when the driver market opens up again?” Max suggested. Carlos was tipsy at that point, not too sure about what they were discussing in that moment. The driver market got complicated at times; the tequila made it difficult for his comprehension. 

        “Maybe she needs a break from F1 if it’s making her as stressed out as Carlos is saying it is,” Charles chimed in, “There are plenty of teams outside F1 as well who would love to have her as their driver. Maybe she’s insisting on F1 because Carlos is in F1?” 

        Carlos’ thick brows furrowed at those words. Was it true? That she was only insisting on staying in F1 for him? That he was the one holding her back from jumping to other divisions of racing liek Charles was insinuating?

        He sat deep in thought that night as the conversation shifted to other topics his fellow drivers wished to talk about. He stumbled into their apartment that night, a frown in his face as he knew what he was about to do. 

        “Fun night out?” she questioned, a warm smile on her face as Carlos entered the apartment. He was going to miss that smile.

        “I think we need to break up,” he blurted out. Her eyes grew wide, the smile slipping off her face as she stared at him in disbelief. Chuckling as though she just misheard him. 

        “What?” 

        “It’s for your future, Amor. I know you love all things motorsports, and you told me how you would have gone for Indycar if you didn’t get into F1,” Carlos began to ramble, unable to sort through his drunken thoughts in a way that would have made sense to his sober girlfriend. 

        “What does that have to do with anything?” she demanded, her voice cracking upon the realization that he was serious about his words. 

        “It would be easier for you to leave if I wasn’t making you stay,” his voice broke. 

        “But you aren’t making me stay, Carlos. I’m choosing to stay,” she shook off his words, “Darling, you’re drunk. Surely, this is just a big misunderstanding. We can talk about this in the morning.” 

        “No. No. I have to leave now, you understand?” he sounded desperate as he rushed into their shared room to start packing. 

        “Carlos, darling, come on. We can have this discussion in the morning. You aren’t thinking straight,” she pleaded with him, “Carlos, let’s just go to bed, please?” 

        “Okay,” he nodded, following her into bed. When she had woken up, he was gone. Most of his things as well. He meant what he said that night, it seemed. 

July 11, 2023 (Great Britain)

        y/n wasn’t there for every Grand Prix that year. He found his eyes going to the Red Bull garage every chance he could, hoping he’d be able to catch a glimpse of her. Disappointment set in whenever he couldn’t find her, or whenever he learned she wasn’t going to attend the weekend at all. He went from seeing her daily to doing his best to steal glimpses of her. 

        Carlos Sainz was subscribed to the Oracle Red Bull Racing team’s YouTube channel. Though he was ashamed to admit it, he would have videos of her on the channel on replay constantly whenever he missed her. It was the only place he could catch her smiling and laughing nowadays. He wasn’t sure if her smiles were genuine. Part of him wished upon her the same hurt. Just to see that their relationship meant something to her. That he broke her heart as much as he did his own that day. 

        And though she did not see him often on race weekends she did attend, he was there. Hell, he was present at Silverstone, watching on as she did the tire tests for Pirelli, clad in a Red Bull racing suit as she drove a Red Bull car around the track. She looked amazing in the suit, driving around like she was still doing it every weekend. 

        Three in the morning again. He spent the night tossing and turning in the cold hotel bed thinking of her that day. She drove the car amazingly, with such ferocity. With a renewed vigor as she made her way through every corner, perfectly in sync with the car. He missed being with her on the track. He missed seeing her in the car, so perfectly in her element. He was a fool to think she would have walked away from Formula 1 that easily. 

        “Everyone’s talking about how amazing you did in the tire tests, amor. You did amazing. I would love to see you with a permanent seat in Red Bull. You were so happy there.” 

        He deleted the message again, unwilling to send it. Besides, after the day she had, she was likely asleep. His eyes grew wide at the notifications on his phone that popped up immediately after he erased his message. 

        A press release came out saying she was replacing Nyck De Vries in Alpha Tauri. She was back in a Formula 1 car. This is what she was working towards since the news broke form McLaren. He regretted parting ways with her now more than ever. 

        Had they still been together, he would have been the first person she told about the contract. He would have smiled proudly, excitement evident on his face as he took her out to dinner in celebration of her. Instead, there he was, stuck staring at his phone, trying to think about whether or not he wanted to send her a message. 

        What was there to say? What words were enough to make up for what he’d done to her. Would he tell her he was sorry? That he wanted her back? That he’d made a mistake in doing what his drunken self believed was best for her? 

        She knew exactly what she was doing in her career. He was stupid to think she wasn’t going to be back in a seat by the 2023 season. 

        “You’re back on the grid! Excited to see you with your foot back in the competition. The fans missed you as well, you should see the support they give you online. I missed you”

        Deleted again. 

August 25, 2023 (The Netherlands)

        Grand Prix weekends grew difficult for Carlos following the announcement. He had to see her more and more now. The media was saturated with reports about her, their focus heavy on her. Many eyes watched her, just to see if she was as promising as they said she would be. To see if she was worth sacking De Vries for. 

        Her face was everywhere on his social media. Her name slipped through everyone’s lips in gossip. The one time he wasn’t hearing about her, he found himself stuck in a press conference with her. 

        She sat herself on the furthest end of the couch, away from him. She acted as though there was no history between them. Though they knew, the drivers knew, the fans knew. They were together for years, back when she was in Red Bull with Sebastian himself. She put on an act of aloofness toward him every time he would look at her, plastering on a smile for the reporters who asked her questions. 

        It was evident she was excited for the weekend. Carlos knew he was what stood between her and actually enjoying the press conference. 

        “How are you feeling entering the race weekend?” one of the reporters directed the question to her. 

        “I’m very excited,” she announced with a smile, “I’ve been in the car for two Grand Prix, I’m still trying to get the hang of it and get in sync with it. I’m looking forward to being able to do more with the car than I was able to. I’m still getting used to the car in terms of race pace and all. I’m hoping for a few points this weekend.” 

        “She’ll be on the podium in no time when she gets the hang of the car,” Carlos chimed in awkwardly, eyes wandering over to y/n. 

        “I hope so,” she shrugged, a tense smile on her face, “I’ve got a ridiculous amount of competition for that, though.” 

        “You’ll do great,” Carlos spoke again. y/n looked over at him, nodding awkwardly before settling back into the couch. 

        Unfortunately, her race weekend was cut short when she hit the tire barriers in the second practice session of the weekend. The yellow flags came out and Carlos frowned as he saw her car in the tire barrier next to Oscar Piastri’s McLaren. 

        The news about her condition came later upon finding out her injury was worse than they initially thought. Her wrist was fractured. She was not going to be able to race that weekend. His heart felt for her as he recalled how excited she was in that press conference. 

       He continued on with the weekend, relying on announcements from social media regarding her condition. He finished fifth that weekend. 

September 17, 2023 (Singapore)

        He knew she was in the paddock that weekend. He was made aware of it on social media when the Alpha Tauri social media account posted about it to their feed. It was a photo of her in the Alpha Tauri pit wall, a smile on her face despite the fact she was not going to be racing that weekend. 

        The car had pace that weekend. The practice sessions proved that. However, he wasn’t sure if it was going to transmute to Qualifying positions. However, he was certain he was going to do his best because this time, there was hope for another win. And it was going to be in Singapore with y/n watching. 

        He pushed himself to his best during Qualifying. He was going for pole position and nobody was going to get in the way of that. With the Red Bulls out in Q2, Pole position was up for grabs. He was going to make sure he was the driver to get it. 

        He drove the quickest lap possible at that circuit, pushing his red Ferrari to its limit, pulling momentum into every turn he took, crossing the line with the quickest lap time. He’d done it. He was starting from Pole in Singapore. 

        That night, it wasn’t him with his eyes glued to his phone screen at 3 in the morning. No. That night, it had been y/n with her phone stuck in her hands, staring at his contact saved to her phone. Cameras caught her watching the qualifying session, a video circulating of the way her eyes lit up when Carlos set his time. 

        He didn’t see that, though. Not when he was in the car, celebrating getting pole position. 

        Still, she hesitated to click on his contact. Was it right for her to send him a message? He broke up with her. She had gone through a whirlwind that season and she didn’t hear a single word from Carlos. A sharp pain struck her injured wrist, the one she held her phone with, resulting in the block of glass and metal to hit her square in the face. 

        “Good job today, darling. Wishing you luck for tomorrow’s racefhkwe”

        Her eyes widened, mortified. The message was sent. She sighed, typing up another message, deciding there was no better time to say the words. 

        “I miss you.” 

        She spent the rest of the night in a dreamless sleep, awaiting a response to her message. Though, she knew Carlos well enough to know he kept his phone usage to a minimum on Grand Prix days. 

        Before the Grand Prix started, he pulled out his phone, killing time in the minutes before he had to enter his car. It was then he saw the message she sent him at 3 in the morning. His eyes grew wide, reading the three words over and over again. 

        “Carlos!” his race engineer called out to him, “The driver parade’s about to start.”

        He had no time to reply y/n’s message before he was pulled in all sorts of directions for Grand Prix duties. Soon enough, he was in the car, still not having been able to reply to her message. He was determined to get the whole race over with, eager to finally reply to her. It paid off in his favor. He crossed the line first. When the celebrations with the team at parc ferme were through, he made his way into the cooldown room in preparation for the podium ceremony. 

        He’d gotten so used to looking for her over the race weekends that he was sure he could spot her in any crowd. This time, his eyes grew wide as he climbed onto the top step of the podium. He blinked, believing his eyes were deceiving him. In the red sea of Ferrari, McLaren, and Mercedes staff, she stood out, clad in her Red Bull team shirt. She cheered excitedly with the crowd, despite the sling her arm was in.

        Despite her injury, there she was, joining the crowd to celebrate a podium ceremony Red Bull took no part in. He didn’t think he was going to see her anytime soon after her injury. Nothing was going to keep her from Formula 1. He was certain of that now.

        It was unmistakable, the glimmer in her eyes as she cheered along. The joy that was painted on her features as she gazed up at the top three finishers of the Grand Prix. A part of him hoped that gaze was meant for him. 

        When the ceremony ended, the team, including him gathered in the garage for celebratory pictures. To his surprise, there she was. 

        “y/n, what are you doing here?” he questioned, shock evident in his expression as he wiped the champagne away from his face. 

        “The team invited me after the podium ceremony,” she explained bashfully, her arms wrapping around her torso, unsure of what to do with her hands, “You never replied to my message.” 

        “I wanted to,” he breathed out, relieved she was finally talking to him, “I saw it right before the driver’s parade started. I wasn’t able to reply. If it’s any consolation, I miss you too.” 

        “We can talk about this later if you want to, yeah?” she smiled up at him, that twinkle in her eyes returning, “Go celebrate your win with the team.” 

        “No. No,” he shook his head, unwilling to put the conversation off any longer, “I made a mistake that night in Monaco. I thought, I thought that whatever I was doing was better for you. I thought it would have helped you shift your focus to other options in racing. I was an idiot.” 

        “Yeah. You were,” she gave a small smile. 

        “I’m sorry, y/n. Really, I’m sorry,” he frowned, “I know it will take time for you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I’m proud of you and I still love you. I was too guilty to tell you then, but I was so happy, seeing you make your way back to the grid this season, and—”

        “I forgive you,” she cut him off, tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his tall frame, “I love you too, Carlos.

a/n: this was a draft i found from last year and decided to fix up today, my writing's hella rustayyyy 😭

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[goldennikko]

TIRED — huh yunjin

summary : things take a little turn while helping yunjin remove her makeup.

pairing : yunjin x 6th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; soft make out session ; reader is '01 liner, but older than yunjin

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word count : 0.8k

yunjin didn't notice the vehicle stopping, too busy playing with your fingers as you sat next to the american, that is, until you tugged on her pointer finger. you knew you wouldn't be able to get her attention by speaking, and you were right when she raised her head to look at you with sleepy eyes and removed her earphones.

"we're here." you mumbled, exhaustion finally catching up to you at the thought of finally cuddling with your girlfriend after a long day.

yunjin clung to the back of your hoodie, refusing to let go of you, as you were the first to climb out of the vehicle. you ushered the sleepy american in, needing to speak with your leader first about tomorrow's schedule. albeit reluctant at first, yunjin parted ways with you, wishing the other girls a good night's sleep, and went straight to your room.

it didn't take you long to go over the schedule with chaewon before bidding each other good night and heading to your room. you melted when you opened the door to find yunjin on your bed, face planted on your pillow, blanket half-covering her body.

you approached the bed and leaned down to wake her up, one hand running up and down her back and kisses all over her head. 

"mi vida?" she whispered sleepily, blindly reaching for you. you chuckled and kissed her ear when she exposed it to you by turning her head in your direction. 

"yes, mi coeur. come, let's get the makeup off our faces together."

yunjin whined in protest. "can't we just go to sleep?" she turned on her back, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you on top of her.

"i know you're tired, jen, but we have to remove that heavy makeup. i'll do the work, all you have to do is sit still and pretty."

with that being said, yunjin let you peel her off your bed. she sat in front of the vanity mirror, eyes half-lidded, watching you get to work. your ears turned red when you noticed she had focused her attention on you. even when she was tired and sleepy, you could see her love for you in her eyes.

"stop staring." you mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

yunjin smiled and grabbed your wrist, effectively halting your movements. you locked eyes, memorizing each other's features, but she was the first to break eye contact, only to look down at your still lipstick-covered lips.

she couldn't help it. you were too caring, eager to assist her despite your own exhaustion that you desperately tried to hide. she could tell by the way you blinked to keep sleep out of your system or clenched your jaw to keep yourself from yawning. yunjin just couldn't help herself.

so she leaned in to take your lips in between hers, your eyes fluttering shut as her lips caressed yours. you returned the kiss as softly as you could, but even when it was soft and gentle, it made you weak in the knees. your other wrist was still being held by the american, and her thumb brushed across your pulse point. you clutched her shoulder, afraid of falling apart in front of her.

yunjin, despite her sleepiness, could tell you were melting and guided you to sit on her lap. she released your wrist and wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you from falling, your now free hand reaching up to hold her face. you drew back to catch your breath after a few more kisses, yunjin peering up at you as you rested your forehead against hers, breath intermingling with hers.

"you look like a mess." you giggled breathlessly at her lips now smudged with the lipstick you were wearing.

yunjin smiled at the sight of you and the sound of your giggle. "i could say the same to you."

you returned to work after catching your breath, yunjin silently watching you, closing her eyes when told, then opening them again to stare at you. when it was her turn to remove your makeup she insisted, you remained in her lap, the american insisting that it would be easier for her to work that way.

"i'm so in love with you, mi vida." yunjin whispered, leaning in to peck your lips.

you hummed. "me, too, mi coeur. me, too."

once done, you led yunjin back to your bed, too lazy to change your clothes. you're both already wearing sweatpants and a hoodie so it's fine either way. yunjin spooned you from behind, her chin resting comfortably on your head and her legs tangled with yours. you buried yourself in her embrace and placed one hand on her arm that was wrapped around your waist, but she reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers.

"thank you."

you squeezed her hand. "for what?"

"for taking care of me tonight." yunjin replied and pulled you impossibly closer to her, afraid you'd slip through her grasp.

"thanks to you, too."

with silence following your response, your eyes slowly closed, and it didn't take long for you to succumb to exhaustion, which greeted you with open arms. but before you fell asleep, you heard yunjin say one last thing and felt a kiss pressed against the back of your head.

"i love you, mi vida."

[doctorbunny]

(Part 2) MILGRAM x AVOIT bluetooth earphones collab: Haruka and Yuno voice lines

[Brief context: On 28th December 2023 a crossover was announced for bluetooth earphones featuring original voicelines from MILGRAM characters. Website]

PRISON.001 [I think they meant prisoner but they wrote 'Prison' so....] Haruka Sakurai Vertical text = 人を不幸にすることだけは得意なんです = I've only ever been good at bringing misfortune to others [From his third intro voice line]

Voice Guidance: 電源を入れます...＝Power switched on... 電源を切りますね…＝Power's turned off... あ、接続成功したんですね…＝ah- the connection was successful... 接続解除します…＝Connection ended... ペアリング？中らしいです…＝Pair-ing? Seems to be in progress... ペアリング、成功しました＝The pairing, was successful ペアリング失敗....ごめんなさい…＝Pairing failed.... I'm sorry.... あ、バッテリーありません…＝Ah- there's no battery left... ノイズキャンセリング、オン＝Noise cancelling, On アンビエントマイク、オン＝ Ambient Mic, On ノーマルモード＝Normal Mode

Random Voice: ばかでごめんなさい＝I'm sorry for being an idiot 看守さん、いや、なんでもないです＝Guard-san, -wait no, its nothing な、何、聴いてるですか＝W-what, are you listening to? [as in music] ア、アマネちゃん....ごめんなさい…＝A-Amane-chan... I'm sorry.... ムウさんは、お母さんなんです＝Muu-san is, definitely my mother ミ、ミコトさんは、いい人ですよ＝Mi-Mikoto-san is, a good person y'know ….どうしました？僕、なにか変ですか？= ....Is something wrong? Is there something strange about, me? ミルグラム、とても楽しいです。＝ MILGRAM, is really fun.

PRISON.002 Yuno Kashiki Vertical text = そうだ、千円で膝枕してあげるよ = I know! I’ll give you a lap pillow for 1000 yen! [from her third introductory voice line]

Voice Guidance: 電源を入れるよ＝Powering on 電源を切るよ～＝Powering off~ やったね、リンク成功＝Yippee! Linked successfully リンク外したよ＝Link removed 繋げてるからちょっと待ってね＝Connecting, so wait a sec ちゃーんと繋がったよ＝Fu~lly Connected おっとと、繋がらなかったみたい＝Suddenly, its like it disconnected ほら、そろそろ充電しょ？＝Hey! Lets charge it soon, ok? ノイズキャンセリングをオンにするよ？＝[Shall I] Turn on noise cancelling? アンビエントマイク、オン＝ Ambient Mic, On ノーマルモードだよ＝It's Normal Mode

Random Voice: 看守さん、ちゃんと私のこと暖かくしてよね？＝Guard-san, warm me up properly ok? 看守さん、おーい。返事してみて～＝Guard-san, heeey. Please try responding~ いいね、今の曲。あたしも好きかも＝Nice, the song on just now. I think I also like it. ん？ハルカ。なに、ニヤニヤしてんの？＝hm? Haruka. what, what's with the smiling? マヒルさんって、なん��ほっとけないんだよねぇ＝Mahiru-san can't just be left on her own, right? ムウお嬢様は今日も楽しそうで羨ましいね＝Looks like Little Miss Muu's having fun today too, I'm jealous [Yuno's use of ojousama is her implying that Muu's never suffered any kind of hardship, lol get rekt muu] ....何？看守さんちょっとしつこくない？＝...What? Guard-san, aren't you being a bit too persistant? あたしが欲しい人、ここまでおいで＝If you want me, come marco, I'll polo/Person I want, come here [lyric from Teardrop]

This is PART TWO of 6 Jackalope and Es, Haruka and Yuno [You are here], Fuuta and Muu, Shidou and Mahiru, Kazui and Amane, Mikoto and Kotoko

[lovelyvogrincic]

2 truths & 1 lie

Pairing: Enzo Vorgincic x fem reader

Warnings: None, just me (Mexican) trying to make Argentine dialogues 😭 sorry. Also sorry for any orthographic errors 😩

A/N: I saw this idea on ig, then I remembered a TikTok where the guys where hiking, and also the phrase “eres la mentirosa más adorable” stuck to my head since I heard it on Teresa, help¡!

-Eh, (yn), estoy hablando con unos chicos del cast, quieren ir a acampar el finde, ¿querés acompañarnos?-Your brother said entering your room like it was his own, making you startled.

-¡Felipe, mirà lo que hiciste, ya tenía el delineado!- you said angry to your brother, still seeing the ruined makeup on the mirror.

-Dale,¿vas o no vas?- his feet moving impatiently for your answer.

-¿Quien más va? Que vos decís los chicos, y se te olvida que son como veinte- you said making him laugh and finally turning around to see him.

-Eh, sería Blas, Enzo, Mati y yo, podes llevar una amiga, si queres, pero decidí.- he was now sitting in the corner of your bed, still moving his feet.

-Dale, voy, le digo a Mia, y te aviso.

He nodded excited and still on your room, he started to text the guys.

-¿por qué seguís acá?- you asked lifting your eyebrows, it was weird that you brother hanged out in your room, usually you both were at the living room or in his room.

-Ay, no seas tan mala onda, yo solo quiero pasar tiempo con mi hermana, pero estás de un mal genio.- Felipe said rolling his eyes and finally getting up from your bed.- Quizá ver a Enzo te quite el mal humor.

He said quickly and you threw him a pillow that luckily he avoided, making him laugh.

-Cállate.

“You see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down…”

The car stereo was blasting Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift, and your voice was also being heard loudly.

-Bájale un poco al volumen- Matías asked from the backseat next to Mia, your best friend who was vibing to Swift’s music.- No oigo ni mis pensamientos.

-No está tan fuerte Matías, no exageres tampoco.- you said annoyed while turning the volume down- Aparte, todos venimos escuchando en buen plan, sos vos el único que está amargado.

-Nah, eso no es así- Enzo said- Agradezco que hayan bajado la música, es que Felipe, ¿por qué la dejaste ir adelante?.

You shook your head and turned to see him and Matias. Enzo was on the first row of seats, next to Blas, who was asleep, and in the row behind, there was Matias and Mia, just enjoying the whole argument, your brother was driving while you were the co-pilot, just in charge of music, because the whole direction stuff was not your forte.

-Por qué él si apreciá mi música, y no es amargado como ustedes dos.- you answered and Felipe just laughed.- Pero Enzo- his eyes turned to meet yours, which made the butterflies on your stomach fly wildly- Hagamos una canción yo, y una vos, ¿dale?

He nodded excited while you passed him your cellphone so he could play his songs.

And that was how the rest of the trip went, Blas still asleep, Mia sharing earphones with Matias, Felipe vibing to all the songs and the radio playing, Taylor Swift, then Radiohead, after that Olivia Rodrigo, later a song from Pink Floyd and more Taylor Swift.

It was a good idea to do that, you added some new songs to your playlist and also did Enzo, who a little ashamed turned out to love Reputation.

-No, a ver, regresá Blas- Matias ordered to the curly guy while pushing him back to his position.

It was five minutes that he was trying to take a picture of his friends but they were not cooperating, meanwhile you and Mia were filming the ‘behind the scenes’ laughing.

-Eh no- Recalti said getting annoyed- Enzo, aja, quítate las gafas- which the mentioned did- ¡pero no, así no!- the photographer said tired.- Como, más galán.

Enzo tried to remember how he did but was laughing too, and you, were trying to not pee yourself from how hard you were laughing.

-Vos pipe, mira a la montaña- your brother’s mind was somewhere else and turned to see Enzo.- ¡No, Felipe, a la montaña!- he finally came to his senses and did it.

While Matias was setting the camera, Enzo saw you filming, he laughed and just pointed at you shaking his head.

-No vayás a subir esto, ¿eh?- he asked you laughing a little shy.

-Ey, ¿Y por qué no?- you told him, still filming and laughing.

-Eh, tn, no me distraigas a Enzo, por favor, que lo dejás con una mirada de enamorado terrible.

You just lift your shoulders and laughed, feeling your face getting red.

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Mas de 10 minutos para sacar estas fotos. Mati no perdió la paciencia por suerte. 🫶🏻

@enzovogrincic @felipegonzalezotano

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felipegonzalezotano: Pero las risas no faltaron, ¿eh?

enzovogrincic: pensé que no ibas a subir esto…

yn_otano: @enzovogrincic subí las fotos, no el video.

matiasrecalti: aún siento la tensión y desesperación 😭

After walking for a while, you were getting tired and your legs and feet couldn’t give more, the others were ahead walking and enjoying the nature.

-¿Queres que te ayude?- the Uruguayan asked you while holding out his hand for you to reach.

You saw his hand and hesitate to take it, you were tempted to, but didn’t know how the butterflies on your stomach would react.

-Eh, bueno, si, gracias…- you said after a few seconds and grabbed his hand- Esto no es lo mío, definitivamente, me gusta la naturaleza pero, bue, prefiero estar en casa, o en la ciudad, ¿sabés?

You were practically babbling but Enzo was nodding and agreeing to what you were saying.

-Perdón que hablo tanto, Felipe me ha dicho, pero no se, me ponés nerviosa supongo…- you both got quiet for some seconds- Me refiero a que, porque, no nos conocemos tanto, ¿no?

Enzo laughed and nodded, you were still walking behind him holding one of his hands, until you reached the group.

-Pero, ¿por qué se tardan tanto? Así vamos a llegar hasta la noche.- Matías said annoyed, again.

-Eh, pará Mati, no ves que yn apenas y puede caminar, y vos todo intenso.- Blas said interceding for you which you thanked him with a smile.

-Que para mi estaban de novios por allá.- Matías said pointing to you and Enzo with the head.- Ya, ¿por qué no se besan de una vez?

Your face was red again, and you looked down, nervous and flustered, they knew about your crush on Enzo but they promised to keep it as a secret.

-Dale Matias que nosotros no te molestamos con Mia, así que pará, si te molesta tanto que yn vaya lento, la llevo yo en la espalda- Felipe’s look when immediately to him, wanting to kill him- O Pipe también puede llevarla.- Enzo said trying to save his butt.

-Gracias chicos, pero voy bien, y ya Mati, relajaté, prometo ir más a prisa.

He rolled his eyes and continued moving, with the rest of the group behind him.

-¿Segura que vas bien?, puedo llevarte sin problema.- he smiled at you, making you blush and making the butterflies in your stomach move around.

-Segura, pero mientras, no me sueltes de la mano.

-No planeaba hacerlo.

Yn_otano

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Gracias por no soltarme nunca 🩷. @vogrincicenzo

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VogrincicEnzo: Nunca te soltaré ❤️‍🩹

otanolover: cuando confirmen nos hacemos los sorprendidos, ¿va?

felipegonzalezotano: Cuidadito Vogrincic, cuidaditooooo.

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Que bonita salida ! Gracias por invitarme chicos 🫶🏻

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yn_otano: Aaay tqm Mia! Hiciste este viaje mil veces mejor 🫶🏻

matiasrecalti: Sos la mejor, la pasé genial.

It was night time finally, the tents were build, the fire on and the marshmallows warm and crispy, everyone was sitting around the fire, eating their marshmallows, Enzo was next to you and Mia too, you were calm and happy.

-¿Y si jugamos un juego?- Mia proposed and everyone agreed.

-¿A que, a la botella?- Blas asked making everyone laugh.

-No,no, algo menos extremos, que tal, ¿2 verdades y una mentira? ¿Ah?

-Si, si, yo juego- you second your friend.- ¿Vos Enzo, jugás?

He looked at you for a while, and then he just nodded and wrapped your shoulders with his arm, making you nervous and excited.

-Eh Vorgincic, pará de coquetear con mi hermana.- Felipe said looking at him, Enzo laughed and released you from the hug, making your brother to win a killer look from you.

-Empecemos mejor- Blas said breaking the tension- Empezá vos, Mía.

She nodded- Bien, uy dejen pienso…, ok, me gusta el futbol, tengo 5 perros y…- she thought a little more- Mis películas favoritas son los musicales.

You already knew the answer but decided to let the guys try to guess.

-Las últimas dos son las verdades, ¿no?- Recalti guessed, Mia nodded excited.

-¡si, adivinaste muy bien!

Everyone cheered and started to mess with them, making you laugh.

The game continued for a while until the most went to sleep, so you were alone with Enzo.

-Portaté bien, ¿eh?- Felipe said to you before leaving- y vos Vogrincic también.

The mentioned one just lifted his hands innocently and laughed.

-¿Una última ronda?- you proposed to him, whom nodded.- Vos empezá.

-Bien…, me gusta la fotografía, no me gustá actuar y me gustas vos.- he said with his head down, you thought for a while, the first one was true but the others two couldn’t be true.

-Te confundiste Encito, dijiste dos mentiras.- you said laughing and he shook his head.

-No, dije dos verdades.- he confirmed to you, finally having the courage to look at you.

-Eh, pero, pará, eso significa que… ¿vos gustás de mi?

He nodded again, you took a deep breath and looked away, not knowing what to say or do.

-Yo no lo sabía- you finally said after a while.

-Esta bien si vos no sentís lo mismo, no te preocupes, no pasa nada- he assured you.

You shook your head.- No, si siento lo mismo, solo me tomo por sorpresa, pensé que solo me veías como “la hermana menor de Pipe” por eso yo no dije nada pero, bueno… vos también me gustas Enzo.

He smiled at your confession and took your hands in his.

-¿De verdad o solo lo decís por quedar bien?

You giggled and with one hand cupped his cheek.

-Es la verdad Enzo, me gustas mucho, desde el primer día.

-No, el primer día te gustaba Juani- he told you making you laugh loudly- Shh, los vas a despertar.

-Perdón, pero es que, vos y tus cosas, yo nunca sentí nada por él,solo por vos- you reassured him, but honestly, you didn’t noticed Enzo until a few days later, but after that, your heart belong to him.

-Yo no sé, pero igual,sos la mentirosa más adorable que conozco.

And finally his lips met yours.

Vogrincicenzo

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Capturando arte en su maxima expresión. Sos muy linda @yn_otano

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yn_otano: El lindo sos vos 💋 y el mejor fotógrafo.

MiaLopez: Que bonita pareja! Que viva el amor! 😻

vogrincicgirl: llévalo a la luna por mi 🤧

[deeptrashwitch]

This just appeared since I was having my romantic moment hearing music xd I had to do it. It's more like little moments more than a proper snippet, but still, enjoy! :D

Quizas no fue coincidencia encontrarme contigo (Maybe it wasn't a coincidence to find you)

Private Vargas sighed silently as he waited into the formation, he was bored as hell, but he stayed right beside his friend Rudy. Soon the plane that transported the American soldiers landed, and the soldiers that came to train and be deployed there started to descend. His eyes locked by pure luck with one of the female soldiers, who stole his breath in a second as she raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

Tal vez esto lo hizo el destino (Maybe this was destiny's thing)

"Private Vargas, be sure to make Private Marchant keeps with the pace of everyone" a superior said to him, to which he nodded and saluted

"Yes sir!"

"...I guess I'll be under your instruction, huh?" she said with a animated and big smile once the superior walked away, then she saluted him "please, take care of me, Vargas. I hope we can work well together"

"Uh, y-yea, I hope so as well" he murmured, flustered by her smile

Quiero dormirme de nuevo en tu pecho (I wanna sleep over your chest again)

After some months they got into a relationship, and now they passed their free days together, sometimes just staying on bed together. Right now they were, instead, lying over the floor just passing the time with the city sounds outside. Alejandro was lying as some kind of weighted blanket over Alicia, who just played quietly with his hair, with his head over her chest.

"What do you wanna do today?" she asked calmly

"Nothing, let's just stay here for a while" he answered, looking at her with a smile "please, amor"

"Fine, fine, you charming idiot"

"You know you love me that way~"

Y después me despierten tus besos (And that your kisses wake me up)

She groaned and then giggled when she felt how Alejandro was peppering her face with soft kisses, soon she laughed and cover herself with the blanket as she heard his laugh. Just seconds later, she was caged in a huge hug, that make her laugh as well as she tried to liberate from the grip. Alejandro pulled a bit the blanket, discovering her head and starting to kiss her again.

"Stop it Alejo!" she murmured with a giggle

"Nuh-uh, this is the only way to wake you up" he said with a side smile

"Let me sleep!"

"No!"

"Then cuddle with me!"

"...Okay"

"Alejo!"

"What? It's a good offer"

[...] (some years later)

Te envío poemas de mi puño y letra (I send you poems in my own handwriting)

Alicia was smiling as she was sat over her cot overseas, a bit flustered and blushed, reading a letter that Alejandro sent her once he knew she would be on a long mission. It was filled of romantinc things and even a poem, that last part made her blush a lot, hiding a giggle with her own hand. She kept it inside the book she brought to that mission, feeling a little warm inside her chest, and soon she lied down and started at the ceiling with a lovesick smile.

"You charming idiot..."

Te envío canciones de 4 40 (I send you songs from 4 40)

While he was doing some paperwork inside his office, Alejandro had his earphones on and was hearing some songs that Alicia sent him lately. He hummed while we was writing, also smiling silently as he wondered what would have been Alicia's expression, maybe a smile or a relaxed face. And when he looked to his messages, he felt heat crippling over his face, she always wrote similar things as when she sent him the music.

"It remind me to you, wanna hear it?" he read as he saved the song on his playlist "I always will"

Te envío las fotos cenando en Marbella (I send you the pictures of us dinning in Marbella)

They compared the pictures they took during their recent dates during leave, always traveling around the world as tourists, and the last one was during a long leave. Both of them went to Spain and met there to start a tour, and ended up having dinner on a beautiful restaurant with looks to the beach. And they took a picture with the sunset behind them, all as they hugged and smiled.

"You looked handsome, cariño" Alicia teased with a side smile "even like a model"

"Don't make me start about you, amor" he answered, kissing her cheek "like a goddess"

Y cuando estuvimos por Venezuela (And when we went to Venezuela)

Another picture was them during an old trip, the first time they were together, to Caracas and now they just could laugh seeing all the differences between the past and how they are now. They were older, were more tired, but also stronger and mature, and that gave them a huge joy to be together again.

"Where's that hat, tho? I haven't see it in a long time" Alicia asked, pointing at the picture

"I...lost it" he admitted with a shy smile

"Just you, Alejo, just you"

Y así me recuerdes y tengas presente que mi corazón está colgando en tus manos (So that you remember and know that my heart is hanging on your hands)

Alejandro and Alicia were sat beside each other, just staring at the landscape in silence, with little smiles. The Colonel put his hand over the Captain's, who just scoffed and squeezed it while the little match bracelets, which they got not so long ago, made a tingling sound. For a second they stayed there without moving until the wind crashed against them and ruffled their hair, then they scoffed and laughed quietly when they looked at each other.

"Now you look like a little hedgehog" Alejandro joked with a side smile

"Oh, look who's talking, you also are a hedgehog" the woman said with a laugh "don't start mocking now, cariño"

"Me? I don't know what you mean~"

"Liar"

"No, I'm not! And you're also laughing at me!"

"...No~"

"Then what is this?"

Then he dragged her into a hug, starting to tickle her as she started to laugh loudly, trying to get away. Like that they continued for a couple of minutes, until Alejandro stopped and just stayed there, hugging Alicia from behind.

"I'm glad to have found you again" Alicia said with a little smile "but are you sure to be here with me?"

"Obviously, amor" he answered, kissing her forehead "it doesn't matter what happened in the past, I'll always be sure to stay by your side"

"Can I ask why?"

"Hmm, because I still see that you are the one I chose, and yes, even if you did something really bad...I'll stay"

"Alejo..."

"Yes?"

"Te amo" (I love you)

"Y yo a tí. Mi corazón es tuyo, querida" (I love you too. My heart is yours, sweetheart)

*overloads of sweetness* Welp, I doubt I'll do this again in a long time. It was worth it, tho *smiles*

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hey how are you doing. Hope you doing good and I just want to ask a question and that is have you seen black panther 2 and my next one was that if you write for namor.-🐸

A/N: 🐸!! Hi, I'm doing very well! I hope you are too! And yes, I HAVE seen Wakanda Forever and HOOOLY shit I love Namor so much. Tenoch Huerta the man YOU ARE !! anyhow yes I will write about Namor, but since I don't have any ideas for him yet, accept a headcanons if Namor fell in love with a Mutant!Readers that live near the beach (I'm thinking the beaches near Asia and Hawaii maybe) Enjoy Frog anon! <3

disc; this doesn't fit into any major MCU timeline but i like to think at some point Namor has grown attached to this mutant and has since become his bf (Before/after Wakanda Forever, up to you <3), Reader's ethnicity is not mentioned!

DEEP DIVE

NAMOR x MUTANT!M!READER

Tags: Namor x m!reader, mutant!reader, he/him pronouns for reader, nsfw, fluff and smut, headcanons, reader loves animals, (not me projecting) but reader has a pet shark, Namora mentioned, Talokan mentioned

You are Namor's mutant bf! Your abilities are being able to process oxygen in the water and to talk to aquatic mammals!

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You have a shark friend named 'Lemon' that you usually swim with

Namor thinks Lemon doesn't like him but you know the shark is just looking out for you

You teach him tricks and give Lemons snacks while Namor watches

Lemon likes to tease Namor when he sees him looking at you with heart eyes

You've introduced modern technologies to him (Phones, internet, earbuds, etc.)

He likes listening to your music with the earphones on, says it's one of the only 'Human' things he likes

Definitely dances underwater with you when you bring your waterproof earbuds

Namor brings gifts at every meeting

You've collected over a dozen shell necklaces and bracelets, some with gems you've never seen before 

you've spent days swimming around the ocean with Namor, taking weeks off your vacation days just to be with him

He loves the look of your hair underwater 

you sign when you're talking with Namor underwater since you can't let out the oxygen in your lung

Namor holds you with the utmost care, despite assuring him you've done extensive training as a mutant, he's still hesitant to bring you into Talokan without a suit.

"Mi amor, I can't risk taking you there without you getting hurt," He says one night as you both hold each other on a rock, tides splashing below your feet. 

Talokan kids LOVES you. You play with them when you visit and they always surround you with so many questions about 'the world above'

You answer as you need, knowing Namor wouldn't want them to venture outside because of the curiosity, for their safety

you definitely talk shit about humans with Namora

One time you wore nail polish when you visited and Namora wanted to try them so bad, so she came with Namor the next time he visited the beach.

She didn't like the feel of it but she does like the color. Definitely will try to replicate it to withstand the deep Talokan darkness.

You've traveled a lot of distance underwater when you're on Namors back, visiting countries you've never imagined going to.

Namor loves the way your eyes shine when you visit a place you've always wanted to go, even if he could only look from the beaches to stay hidden.

He says humans wear "too much fabric," and their clothes are hindering their movements

You laughed, thinking about how he'd look in a three-piece suit, definitely annoyed with the collar and cuffs

You once wore a hoodie to the beach because it felt a little too cold to your liking and he short-circuited 

"I take back what I said about the clothes, or this one.. At least," 

Genuinely thought it looked so cute on you he couldn't get it out of his head for weeks

He once called two orcas just because you said you wanted to see them up close

Summoned a lot of other sea creatures just because you wanted to see them

Has been on a humpback whale for the fun of it 

Namor loves seeing you play with the animals, and talk to the mammals because you have the same fascinated shine in your eyes as he first saw you

Definitely brings you food items from underneath just so you two can have dinner

one of the only things he likes about the surface is the food, and you gladly cook them if it means a romantic dinner with Namor

Spending time cuddling by the shore every night 

NSFW HC's!

Loves leaving marks on your skin, as he does too

He'd take you slowly, with care and caution it made your head spin from arousal 

It took you months to convince him you can take harder, rougher, until he finally let go his restraints and saw stars

definitely holds your hand through it

pull his hair, hard, and he'll let out the loudest moan

leaves scratches and bite marks

aftercare ALL THE WAY 

okay maybe he's just used to the cuddling and kisses after but he's not used to you bringing a thermos with warm water and a washcloth to clean him and that kills him.

Loves subtle touches; rub his arms, hands entwined, neck kisses, you name it.

When you top he goes crazy when you're deep inside him and you press just enough on the spot below his belly, he once came from that alone

tries not to curse, fails 

Y'ALL HAVE UNDERWATER SEX IF YOU CAN'T FIND A SECLUDED SPOT ON THE BEACH

Requests are open <3

[writing-rat]

Family Home

Pairings: Enid x Wednesday

Content Warning: Bad parent Esther, Emotional breakdown, confessions

Summary: Wednesday and Enid make a deal to stay at each other's house 1 week each. It is now Wednesday's week.

It was the Winter holidays, and Enid and Wednesday had made a deal. Since the holidays were 2 weeks they decided to spend one at Enid’s house then go to Wednesday’s for the final 2. Enid’s house was hell, where Wednesday saw all the mistreatment. She knew Enid would feel better at her house. Whenever the excuse of a mother called Esther Sinclair degraded Enid, Wednesday quickly stood up to her and held Enid close protectively.

Ever since the Gates’ House incident her heart fluttered in her chest whenever she was around Enid. She wasn’t dumb. She knew why and how the family curse was affecting her but she would refuse to admit, at least until Enid would show some signs of attraction. They were currently in the Addam’s hearse as Enid was fast asleep on Wednesday’s shoulder, earphones on. Wednesday meanwhile kept her hands folded on her lap as she was looking straight ahead, not moving as she didn’t want to wake Enid up. She looked out her window as she was subconsciously wrapping her arm around the taller girls waist, who let out a small whimper, showing happiness. Wednesday couldn’t help but smile at that as she knew they were close to home.

After 15 minutes they had pulled up, Wednesday thinking before she shook Enid gently. “Enid… wake up, we are home mi lobo,” she gently spoke as Enid grumbled before she stretched and yawned. She nodded as Lurch opened the door for them. She was usually quiet after waking up which Wednesday was fine with. They both proceeded to the door, Enid looking around as she was slowly processing her surroundings. Outside of her house, was Morticia with Pubert, Gomez and Pugsley with Thing on his shoulder.

“Welcome home dears,” Morticia spoke immediately. Since it was a motherly figure. Enid’s heart pounded a little faster.

“She is usually silent when waking up,” Wednesday informed them. 

“That is fine mi tormenta,” Gomez answered looking at the wolf. “My wolf, this is our family. Morticia, my lovely wife. Pugsley, my hellspawn as well as Pubert and you obviously know Wednesday,” he spoke happily. Enid nodded shyly. 

“Come, mon cheri,” Wednesday interrupted, grabbing Enid’s hand as she was leading her to a bedroom.

“Isn’t it rude?” Enid squeaked out. “To not let them finish,” she added on.

“Yes. But not if it’s them,” she answered, knowing Lurch would bring their bags up. Soon they were in a bedroom. “This is your bedroom. You may decorate it however you want as this is your permanent room now. Mine is across the hall,” Wednesday informed. Enif nodded, smiling. She was about to respond when her bags were put down by Lurch, who grunted out before leaving. Wednesday soon left, letting Enid adjust.

-

It was the first night, and dinner was being served. Enid was nervous as she was practically vibrating in her seat. Morticia was there after all as well as her husband. Wednesday meanwhile was sat next to her and was holding her hand gently whenever she could due to it being a simple soup they were having. Pugsley was detailing what he did during his day, causing a good distraction for her parents. Enid was soon done, having eaten fast as instinct due to how her mother thought food should be given. First it should be the males then the females. No wonder she was so scrawny…

“You want any more dear?” Morticia asked Enid once she realised, causing Enid to freeze. She looked at wednesday, silently whimpering as a yes. “She would like some more mother,” Wednesday spoke. Enid nodded shyly. Morticia stood up, getting the pot of soup and put it in the bowl. “So, Enid. How has your break been so far?” Morticia asked, to get to know the wolf girl even more.

“It’s been alright ma’am! I wolfed out during the full mon and I also went to see Bianca because she came over for a few days,” Enid explained. Morticia smiled, seeing Enid untense as she was close to Wednesday, who was holding her protectively. Slowly but surely, she was opening up more and more before she was looking at them more confidently. Morticia was happy about that. 

“You girls should probably sleep, you must be tired after travelling,” Morticia spoke caringly. Wednesday saw Enid’s eyes ell up as she was concerned before she nodded and scurried away. 

“I will comfort her. She isn’t used to motherly love,” Wednesday explained before following the wolf. Soon, she wandered into Enid’s new room but was confused when she saw no one before she went to her room. The wolf was bound to be there…. and she was correct. Enid was curled up on Wednesday’s bed, wearing one of her hoodies. “Sinclair, are you ok?” Wednesday asked looking at her. Enid jumped before she was looking over, embarrassed and nodded. 

“I just… your family is amazing and I wish I had a mom like yours,” Enid explained, curling up on herself. Slowly, the girl was going over and started to sit down, rubbing Enid’s back. Suddenly Enid launched onto her. “I wish I was apart of this family,” she sobbed out onto Wednesday. The smaller girl kept holding the taller one and was thinking. “You already are,” she admitted. “The… Addam’s have a curse. They only fall for one person and they can die from heartbreak or they can go crazy if they don’t get their love,” Wednesday explained. “And… it has struck me. Enid Sinclair, you have stolen my heart. You have stolen everyone’s heart. And… I want you to be mine but I wanted to know if you liked me before I confessed but alas… here I am,” Wednesday confessed. Enid was looking up at her with a shock then smiled gently, tears still cascading down her face. She was holding onto Wednesday’s neck. “So… I can be an Addams if I court you?” Enid hummed out. Wednesday nodded. “Courting is a complicated process I will warn but yes. You don’t have to court now however,” Wednesday answered.

“I want to,” Enid confirmed. Wednesday couldn’t help but smile. “Can we kiss while courting?” Enid asked. Wednesday nodded, her neck and ears red. She was flustered. Enid grinned, leanign in before she gently kissed Wednesday. Wednesday slowly held onto Enid’s side, kissing her with the same softness but showed her passion.

She was officially head over heels for Ewenid Sinclair and Enid only.

[ego-meliorem-esse]

💕who's a character you love but never (or rarely) talk about?

twoją ulubioną postacią jest Francja

🔥give us a hetalia hot take!

GILBERT!!! GIL! THE ALBINO ONE!

My god I love that character. Even the fucking character deaign. I love that he is a chaotic neat freak. I love that he is still chugging along despite some,,,,health issues. Oh god i have hcs for that as well. This man who is straight up a military genius who has albinism is the greatest thing for me. Can he see the map he's pondering and strategizing over? No. Does he still know every position and strategy on the said map? Absolutely. To a fault.

I refise to believe he doesn't watch 2h long youtube rants and documentaries. He plays video games with Alfred when the lad has time to spare. He sends tiktoks, he tags people in memes, he plays piano while listening to Bebe Rexha on his earphones. Absolute treasure.

Oh and

JEBEM TI NEVOLIM TU FRANCUSKU PIZDETINU! DUGUJE MI TOLIKE JEBENE PARE NISI NI SVJESAN/SVJESNA!

As for the hot take

Matt is bisexual but thats not a novelty or a hot take. He prefers women like 80% of the time and will look at women more than men by a long shot. You may fight me on this. I will fight me on this.

[celltophone]

The simple and stylish collar design creates new possibilities for wireless Bluetooth headsets.

The compact disk is attached to the neck and the elegant streamlined body looks like one after the other.

THE COLLAR IS MADE OF SKIN-FRIENDLY AND ELASTIC MATERIALS WITH MATTE TEXTURE METAL

It is firmly fitted and is an exclusive

Dynamic music lover.

[sparkles-oflight]

Gola

New BoKris fic hehe.

So...this is like a follow-up to "Romeo and Juliet" (you don't need to read but it's just so you know).

Fluff :D

Synopsis: This is my take on how Kris got Bojan to stay in the band after their hiatus (highly inaccurate because the information about this event is all over the place)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

“Saturday, at 10 am.” That’s what they agreed on.

It was 10 am. No sight of Bojan.

Kris sat down at the café terrace... Patiently waiting.

It had been a little over a week since he had been with Bojan. He told him to wait on his decision to leave the band for a while longer because he was going to try and convince him to stay once, and only once.

“And try you will”, Bojan told him, and that sentence has played in a loop in his head ever since.

- Hey. – Kris heard a voice coming from behind.

He looked at his “date” who smiled as he sat down, immediately taking a cigarette out.

- Sorry for being late, I was talking to the producer to wait for just a little longer. – he offered Kris a cigarette, but he refused given he didn’t want to smoke where people could recognize him – I can show you some of the songs I’ve been writing after this.

Bojan glanced at the table: there were two coffee cups, both empty.

- How long have you been here?

- I just got here, the table was just dirty. – Kris lied.

He had been there for about an hour because he couldn’t wait in his home for this meeting... It was his one chance. Bojan chose to ignore the fact that no waiter came to pick up the dirty cups or that the table shook because of Kris' legs' frenetic movement and proceeded.

- So... I’m assuming there’s no song? I don’t see your guitar.

- I figured that would be too on the nose. – Kris smirked.

- What do you have planned for me?

Kris took out his phone, and a pair of earphones and put them on Bojan’s ears.

- I want you to close your eyes and imagine whatever you feel like it makes sense. – Kris told him – but I also want you to think of the sensation you felt when this happened.

Kris pressed the play button on his phone and a voice recording started playing.

“Wait wait wait” Kris’ voice played on Bojan’s phone “I’m just setting this here. Done! Ready when you are!”

“One, two, three” Bojan counted, and Kris started playing on his acoustic guitar.

Bojan remembers that day. He was - and is – stuck composing Gola and he and Kris were trying to find a way to work out the song by simplifying and figuring out what to do next from then onwards.

“Zimsko jutro, hladno gre skoz mene”, a winter morning seeps through me coldly, “Pojejo ptički pesmi pridušene”, the small birds are singing muffled songs, “Ti pa gola tečeš čez valove”, and you're running over the waves naked, “Brez odziva na poglede vse surove”, not minding all the nasty looks.

Bojan felt a hand in his... He wanted to see Kris’ face, so he opened his eyes slightly. Kris had closed his and he was mouthing the words along... He was really into it, wasn’t he? Did he memorize this audio? How many times had he listened to it?

“Gledaš v sonce, svetloba te ne moti”, you're staring into the sun, unbothered by the light, “Prihaja konec ti pa tečeš mu nasproti”, the end is coming and you're running towards it, “Ne skrbi te kaj za sabo boš pustila v trenutku na vse boš pozabila”, You don't care about what you'll leave behind, you'll forget it all in a moment.

Bojan remembers writing this song for his girlfriend at the time, but then they broke up and he lost his inspiration to write the rest...

“Neki se dogaja dej mi zmer utrip”, something's happening, check my pulse, “Berem ti iz ustnc kakšen je tvoj tip”, I'm reading your lips, I know what your type is, “Zdej gledava se, gledava se”, now we're looking at each other, looking at each other, “Čakam da se zgodi”, I'm waiting for it to happen.

He had avoided this song for so long because... he needs a muse.

“I don’t know more”, Bojan, in the recording, jokingly sang.

“What if we go like this?”, Kris played a little bit.

“Boo, too angsty. What about this?” and they went back and forth until they had the final version.

“When will you work on lyrics?”

“I’ll get them by the end of the week. Just gonna study for my finals first.”

“Promise, Bojči?”, he joked.

“Promise, Krisko.” and the recording ended there. Bojan never came back with the lyrics and after months the song is still unfinished.

When Kris opened his eyes, he saw Bojan put his cigarette into the ashtray and he noticed his red cheeks.

- Bojan, are you blushing?

- Sorry, I just... – he looked around – Can we go somewhere else?

After paying, they went back to Kris’ house and settled themselves in the garage. Bojan looked mesmerized at Kris as he tuned the guitar. They were really doing this, uh? Finish “Gola”?

- Why are you using your old guitar? – Bojan asked.

- It just feels appropriate... I started playing guitar with you, so my first acoustic guitar should be used for this.

- Wait, there’s something inside. – Bojan reached for it but was stopped by Kris.

- It’s the receipt.

- Come on, Kris. You are not returning the guitar after so long. Also, receipts aren’t that big.

Kris took a letter out of the guitar.

- I’ll give you this letter when we fill Stožice.

- WHAT!? THAT’S NOT FAIR!

- You don’t believe we can do it?

- I believe we can do it! But I’ll forget about it until then! – he pouted.

- Then stay in the band and we can do this journey together.

- Deal. – Bojan said it imminently – And I hope you keep that letter intact.

- It won’t leave the guitar, promise.

- Hello, Bojan. – Kris’ mom entered the room – Do you want to have dinner with us?

- Of course. – he smiled.

- He’ll take any opportunity to not cook. – Kris commented.

- Hey!

- But it’s true!

That night, Bojan finished Gola next to Kris, and Kris’ mom invited Bojan to stay the night. His mom called him “Kris’ boyfriend” and when a flustered Kris protested saying “That’s embarrassing!”, she replied with “Then you don’t want him sleeping here?” which led him to insist Bojan slept there.

Now, lying next to each other, Kris asked him.

- What did you feel when you heard that recording?

- I felt like I wanted to compose music with you guys for the rest of my life. - Bojan turned to him and grabbed his hand – Everything I wrote without you was soulless... I don’t want that.

Bojan kissed Kris on the cheek.

- I’m sorry for leaving you. That was so stupid of me.

Kris hugged him and they both fell asleep in that embrace...

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Afternote: ✨I don't know what to write here ✨

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