#Now I know how sports fans feel lol

[oldfashionedmorphine]

Listen. I haven’t watched Ted Lasso. I do not plan on watching Ted Lasso (just not my thing). However last night I was dreaming and who should walk into my dreams but ROY KENT AND JAMIE TARTT. This is YOUR FAULT. I have ABSORBED YOUR BLORBOS THROUGH OSMOSIS

my bad

[3416]

I think a lot of people simply weren't here for Dubas's hand in creating the team as well. There are a lot of brand new Leafs fans cropping up as of late that don't know the lore behind everything. So it may be everything you said, but it also may be straight up ignorance.

that's fair, but i'm not mostly talking about the leafs fans on here. haven't seen a lot of newbies even talk much about dubas. i see a lot of leaf fans who have been fans for a while on twitter who so easily drop both staff from the head office and players from the team as soon as they're off the team, and it's just. like. ignoring the history of it, ya know. like i genuinely see people talking as if the leafs are the jilted ex and don't need him and it's like... first of all, that's just not what happened. if you want to ignore all context and be a hateful shit about it, fine, but. dubas gave this team a LOT, and it's wild to even think about not being able to appreciate that... only being able to see the negative just because he's no longer here.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

southern rivalries

warnings: 18+ only, smut, college au, cheerleader!reader, football player!rafe, college football but i dont know anything so please excuse any wrong details, rivals to lovers, p in v sex, protected sex to unprotected sex lol, sixty nine, male and female receiving oral, male receiving handjob, brief injury but no one is seriously hurt

words: 2.3k

“they're not just a different school.” steffie says, placing her hands down on the table as her tone turns way too serious for the subject. “they're our rivals, our arch nemeses. the war has torn families apart.”

“it's football.” you say plainly. “college. football.”

“i can tell you're new here.” steffies friend tiffy agrees (you've always wondered if they purposely chose their nicknames to rhyme considering they seem attached at the hip). “you just don't get it. football is life here in the south.”

“and north carolina are our rivals. even though we are north carolina.” you are trying to wrap your head around the culture at your new school.

“kind of but also, not at all.” tiffy says while steffie finishes the sentiment for her. “we are nc state. the wolf pack. our rivals are unc tar heels.”

“tar heels is a dumb name.” you snort.

“exactly!” steffie agrees.

the conversation shifts, but it never goes to far from football, too far from the rivalry that seems to extend to everything, from other sports to academics.

“did you cheer in high school?” steffie asks.

“yeah.” you nod. “well, not sideline because it conflicted with volleyball. i did competitive though.”

“you should try out for our sideline team. we need more numbers and…” her voice turns to a whisper like she's sharing a deep, dark secret. “my sister is the team captain. you'll definitely get on the squad if i put in a good word for you.”

-- two months later --

“wolf!” you shout with your fellow cheerleaders, listening to the crowd scream back.

“pack!”

“wolf!” you yell again before dropping your poms, quickly learning that most of the girls never did competitive cheer and aren't the best tumblers, leaving you to be the one flipping across the sidelines to the cheers of fans.

you wave and kick and cheer, just happy to have something to do on friday nights. you feel a little guilty for beating out girls that are a lot more passionate about football and your college, but you try your best to put it past you.

you get back in the line, yelling out cheers and keeping your cheeks stretched wide with a smile, occasionally glancing at the clock to see how much longer until your halftime routine (as well as the score… a little bit.)

the seconds are ticking down and you're about to raise your poms again to shake the red and white colors in the air, when you suddenly feel a presence behind you, but before you can turn, you're hit in the back.

“ahhh!” you scream out and fall forward, the football player falling with you as the ball falls from his hands.

“shit.” he groans and quickly rolls off of you. “are you okay?”

you roll over onto your back, coughing and trying to suck in oxygen after the air was knocked out of your lungs.

you realize quickly that the football player now moved to hover over top of you is not one of your own with his powder blue jersey and white helmet.

“im-” you take another deep suck of breath, but this time not in recovery as you see his face through the face mask, blue eyes looking into yours and the most handsome face you've ever seen.

“im fine.” you manage to say before you're surrounded by a crowd, the wolfpack players pulling the opposing player away and your fellow cheerleaders helping you back up.

steffie pushes strands of hair out of your face, getting you back to proper uniform while tiffy shoves your fallen poms back into your grip.

“ew.” tiffy says, wiping the back of your uniform like the tar heel player left a literal stain on you.

“and our cheerleader is back and up on her feet! let's give it up for her as number 19 rafe cameron re-enters the field after their clash.”

you wave your hand in the air as the crowd claps for you, their attention briefly away from the field, but there's only one thing on your mind. rafe cameron.

-- two hours later --

“what are you doing?” steffie yells, snatching your phone from your hand and making you quickly regret agreeing to be her and tiffies third roommate.

“don't you know fraternization is not allowed with tar heels?”

“im not doing anything!” you grab your phone back out of her hand, still opened up to his instagram page. “simply looking at the guy who hit me, okay? i was just curious.”

“mhm.” steffie gives you a glaring look that clearly says she doesn't believe you.

you sigh softly and close out of the account, not that there's many posts to look at anyways, and only a few not on the football field with his helmet off and structured face in full view.

“let's go out.” you say quickly.

“after we lost the game?” steffie shakes her head.

“alright, whatever.” you get up to get dressed in something cute, not willing to let the football teams loss hold you back from living your life, and admittedly you need a breath of fresh air away from cheer or football or your dorm mates.

--

you're at a club you've never been to before, not one of the ones that plasters wolfpack pride posters to all of their walls and plays the red and white anthem like it's a kesha song.

you show the bouncer your id and step into the music filled room, quickly ordering yourself a drink when you hear loud whooping from a different section.

you look over and find a group of men that you quickly realize despite the clubs colorful lighting are wearing that recognizable baby blue.

“of course.” you groan, just happening to stumble into the same bar as the unc players while you're trying to not think about football or even college despite all your classes being easy entry level.

you're about to pay your tab and leave when a deep, familiar voice speaks from jarringly close.

“another drink of whatever the lady is having.”

“i- no, no.” you shake your head, only briefly glancing at him. rafe. “im fine.”

“you're that cheerleader, aren't you?” he leans his elbow against the table, and the bartender makes you a drink and places it down in front of you despite your attempted disapproval.

“yeah.” you nod. “not that… into all of this i guess.” you shrug, hand waving at the logo on his shirt. “i didn't know y'all came here to celebrate.”

“ah.” he nods. “and your name?”

you realize quickly that you know far too much about him when all he knows is that he accidentally hit you, and that you cheer for his rival team.

“y/n.” you reply, taking a sip of your drink, actually tasting it this time instead of quickly gulping it down like you did the first time.

“im rafe.” he reaches his hand out and you shake it, wondering if the invisible blue stain is somehow going to be picked up on by steffie and tiffy when you eventually make it back to your dorm.

“i never got to properly apologize. i did look for you after the game. i guess it was fate that brought you here tonight.” rafe squeezes your hand, and you quickly realize it's still held in his grip. “im sorry.”

“im not supposed to-” you quickly take your hand out of his grasp. “im not supposed to be talking to you. sorry.”

“ah.” he says again. “that pesty no fraternization rule. im not supposed to be talking to you either.”

there's a pause, a mutual understanding and acknowledgement of the tension brewing between the two of you.

“but that's not going to stop me from asking you back to my hotel room.”

the words barely leave his lips before your mouth is on his.

--

it's a mess of hands, furiously grabbing and tugging at clothes until you're both down to just your undergarments.

“shit.” you laugh, noticing that even rafes underwear is carolina blue.

“team issued.” he clarifies quickly as he pulls you down with him as he falls back onto the bed. your lips press against his as you straddle his hips.

you press your crotch down over his, feeling the way he's already pressing up against your panties.

“god, let me get my mouth on you.” you groan, sinking down to lick and kiss at the grooves of his chest and abs, trying to commit the taste of his skin to memory, not sure if you'll ever have this chance again.

you reach his blue boxers and press your lips against the clear outline of his hard cock, wetting the fabric with your spit before you're sick of the barrier and lean back only to pull the underwear down his thighs.

“fuck.” rafe moans out when your mouth is immediately back on his cock, this time able to put his length into your mouth as you bob your head up and down, quickly setting a rhythm as you try to coax your throat to allow him deeper.

“y/n.” rafe tugs on your hair, and you groan when you're forced to pull away.

“what?” you snap.

“get your ass up here.” 

you move quickly, shucking off your panties and moving so your pussy is hovering over rafes face. he looks up at you for a brief second, just to take a breath and stare into your glistening cunt, before his hands are pulling your hips down and your clit onto his awaiting mouth.

you take his cock in your hand, pressing open mouth kisses and licks all over, not sure how well you can blow him when your moans are loud and filling the hotel room.

rafe mumbles something that you can't might make out, but it may be “delicious.” as his mouth devours your pussy, tongue swiping through your folds obsequiously, paying attention to every moan of yours and what causes your pussy to clench.

“fuck.” you groan, hand moving to take over for your mouth as your jaw drops open, stroking up and down his length that makes your cunt squeeze again thinking about having inside you.

rafe pushes your hips away, and before you can argue or control your body, he uses his strong football muscles to flip you into your back and rest your head against the hotel rooms fluffy pillows.

“i need you.” rafe says, reaching towards his wallet on the nightstand and pulling out a condom, tearing it before sinking the rubber over his length.

“fuck yes.” you moan out. who knew exactly what you needed to feel better was to hookup with the player on the opposing team, the rule breaking only making things even more exciting.

rafe grabs your leg and pulls it over his hip before lining up with your entrance. he sinks forward slowly, eyes on your face in case you show any sign of pain.

“you're so fucking warm.” rafe moans out, dropping to kiss you sloppily as his hips press all the way forward, cock buried inside of you. 

he gives you both a minute to adjust before hes hovering over you, strong arms holding himself up as he pounds into you.

“fuck!” you squeal out, one hand gripping the bed sheets while the other reaches up to the headboard, trying to find some stability while he wrecks your pussy.

you hope rafe won't last too long because you can already feel your high building despite not wanting it to be over anytime soon.

one time certainly won't be enough to satisfy you, especially not as you look up at rafes face, still gorgeous and chiseled even as his jaw is slackened as he fucks you with pure pleasure and bliss in his eyes.

“you-” you gasp out. “you feel amazing. so good.”

“damn right i do.” rafe smiles a cocky grin down at you as he somehow manages to speed up even more. “filling you perfectly. this pussy is mine.”

you try (and fail) to not let the words go to your head.

you even briefly think of what your fellow cheerleaders would think if they knew what you were doing right now, how tiffy and steffie would react if they knew just how much that unseen blue has been smeared across your naked body, how much of it is dripping from your cunt.

“im-im not far.” rafe warns, ignoring the cramp in his throwing arm to warn you.

“ffff-” you hold back the urge to curse again as your mind spins. “condom off, please. i need you to cum in me.”

rafe certainly isn't going to argue, even though it might not be the smartest idea. he kneels between your legs, one hand coming to massage your clit while the other pulls the condom off. 

rafe strokes himself once before pushing back inside of you, keeping one hand on your clit as your pleasure grows, hips seeming to raise higher and higher off the bed the closer your high gets.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say seconds before he bursts, warm spurts of cum filling your insides, thankfully not being wasted being trapped inside rubber.

the warm filled sensation causes you to tip over the edge too, body shaking as rafe collapses over you, rubbing your clit with his cock lodged inside of you until both your highs have worn out, your pussy sucking and clenching out every bit of cum he has to give.

“god.” rafe rolls off of you and onto his back. “you are fucking amazing.”

“you did most of the work.” you giggle.

“you know.” rafe says as he pulls you into his chest. “you play us at home in three weeks.”

“mmm.” you lift your head up and press a kiss against his jaw before you bare your teeth and nip at his skin. “perfect time for us to get revenge.”

“keep that up and i might just have to tackle you again next game.” rafe laughs, but you just flip over so you're on top of him, straddling his hips as his cock starts to grow again.

“you wouldn't dare.”

“if it gets you in my bed all night then i might.”

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

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Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

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The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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user give me your game card

user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

spinzbeatsinc oh for him to buy me a g wagon

yourusername you already have one???

user you gold digging bitch

user no ways 😭

user not you using him for his money

user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

fan she got the chance and she took it, i gotta respect it

user i hope this is a hard launch because i’ve been shipping these two for YEARS

user me too!!

lewishamilton just say the word 🫡

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saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (LANDO NORRIS X Reader)

I did a poll yesterday and I had asked which driver I should write an smau with Sabrina Carpenter's Please please please. Lando won, so here is the smau. I hope you guys enjoy it more than I enjoyed making it!! (I used Sabrina Carpenter mostly, except a few places where I got the pictures from pinterest)

Y/N.Y/L/N

Tagged Y/BFF/user and McLaren

Liked by McLaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 4,657,982 others Y/N.Y/L/N So Y/BFF/user loves watching cars go fast, I on the contrary had my heart stop when I found out the speed they drove at. Thank you to McLaren for having us. It was the nicest experience, let's do this again some time. The drivers were so much fun, especially oscarpiastri, same sense of humour as Y/BFF/N.

user 1 I knew loving y/n was a queen move, she's so pretty. user 2 the crossover I didn't know I needed😭😭 user 3 I was at the race and when I said I was a fan she gave me and the others an autograph and we even took pictures!! the sweetest!!❤️❤️ user 4 I was also at the race and I saw her and Lando literally throwing themselves at each other and laughing at god knows what. user 5 user4 me too, I saw them whispering to each other and I think I saw them exchange numbers👀 user 6 both of them follow each other now, idk what that means?? are we getting a new dad?!🤔

Y/N was greeted by McLaren staff at the entrance and given paddock passes to enter. Y/BFF/N was looking around with big round eyes and almost screamed when she saw Lando and Oscar. They shook hands and went along with the engineers on a tour of the paddock. Y/N didn't understand most of it but she was happy for Y/BFF/N. Lando seemed to have noticed that Y/N was zoned out, so he tapped her shoulder, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to." Y/N apologised and tried to pay attention, alas Lando had other plans and decided to end her misery. He took her along to the drivers room, let her sit down and even got her an iced americano, her favourite!! Y/N thanked him with the conversation flowing like butter with the sprinkling of some flirting here and there. As Lando finished P3, he made sure to get Y/N number before she left for the night; a triumphant look on Lando's face.

f1updates

Liked by 34,765 others f1updates Y/N Y/L/N was in attendance at today’s race at McLaren. P (Max's girlfriend's daughter) was seen taking picture with her. She wasn't the only one happy it seems because a certain driver couldn't get done with press and debrief without blushing every time he looked at her. He even ran back after the race to her in what every is describing as a race to get her number before she leaves. We hope to see more of Y/N now that she might become a wag.

user 7 can celebrities who don't care about the sport not come. 😒😒 user 8 this page is supposed to update about the race not the racers lives🙄🙄 user 9 I think they look cute together, I haven't seen Lando blush like this ever🥰🥰

landonorris followed Y/N.Y/L/N

Y/N.Y/L/N followed landonorris

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris and 3,657,987 other Y/N.Y/L/N So happy to bring you the collection with Skims I've been working on since last year. You know how much of a big advocate I am of body positivity and control. I hope this collection brings joy to all the people who wear it, I hope you feel just as sexy as I did while doing the photoshoot

user 7 not Lando lurking in the likes user 8 user 7 he's not lurking, he follows her lol. user 9 she betrayed taylorswift for money🤦‍♀️. user 10 mother is mothering user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N can you adopt me?? I wanna be hot like you when I grow up Y/N.Y/L/N user 11 sure but you're already hot, I can see from the pfp💋💋. user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N didn't just reply to me, i can die happy

landonorris

liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, oscarpiastri and 1,456,278 other landonorris might not have finished podium but you guys get cute pictures of me

user 10 marry me Norris!!!❤️❤️💋💋 user 11 he's so cute and drivers fast cars, what a package.🥹🥹. user 12 its ok mate, better luck next time👍 user 1 not only did Lando like y/n post, y/n liked his back too😭😭

y/nupdates

Liked by 15,798 others. y/nupdates Y/N was seen a few days back with a mystery man on the streets of London. Both of them looked very comfortable holding hands or kissing each other any chance they got. Is there romance in the air or is this another one of y/n flings? only time will tell.

user 2 guys, its Lando Norris, Mclaren's driver😳 user 3 I can confrim its Lando, I saw them near big ben user 4 she hasn't released any new music in ages, focus on your work😫😫 user 5 user 4 let her have fun, you mood killer🤬

f1wagsupdates

liked by 3,490 others f1wagsupdates Lando Norris was seen getting up close and comfortable with a new girl on the beaches of Hawaii. Is a new grid couple on the rise??

user 6 you did not just call y/n a new girl?? 🤦‍♀️😤 user 7 i think they are so cute!! I want what they have😩😭 user 8 Lando needs to focus on the race now that Mclaren is doing so good😤😤

popnews

liked by Y/BFF/user and others popnews Y/N Y/L/N, singer and Lando Norris, McLaren's F1 driver were seen walking around the streets of Paris. This seems to be the third city the pair has been spotted being in love. Speculations say that they started dating after Y/N went to the race in March. Only time will tell what is going on between the two since they've kept their personal lives private since neither have been seen attending a race or a concert. We've tried contacting both their PR team but have gotten no response.

user 9 y/n best friend liked this, must be true🤯!! user 10 both of them are so cute together!! can't wait for all the love songs y/n will write😭😭 user 11 i hate it when bitches get with hot guys😡 user 12 you can tell they both are in love. can't believe popnews reported, must be real😔

babygirlcore

Liked by lando.jpg, Y/BFF/user and others. babygirlcore that's why they say you should date an athlete, they got good stamina lando.jpg damn, i feel objectified babygirlcore I'm only with you for the looks, sorry you had to find out like this Y/BFF/N can't believe my bestie is dating my fav driver and I find out from the tabloid babygirlcore I'm sorry Y/BFF/N I would've told you but Lando wouldn't let me. lando.jpg don't drag me in this I'm innocent

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris,maxverstappen1 and 1,452,647 others. Y/N.Y/L/N It was so much fun performing at coachella. Thank you for having me. I've been touring for the past year, but this never gets old. I hope I get to see you guys at my concerts, tickets available in the bio.

user 1 seeing her live was a dream come true😭 user 2 the only reason I went to coachella❤️❤️ user 3 is it just me or was she winking and giggling at someone in the crowd??🤔🤔 user 4 user3 I saw it too, it's prolly Lando🥲🥲 user 5 user4 it was definitely Lando someone posted pictures of them after the coachella user 6 can't believe this witch took my Lando😤😤

landonorris

Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, f1 and 5,278,934 others. landonorris that first win feeling!! So thankful to McLaren for always believing in me!!

user 7 the most deserved win😭😭😭!! user 8 not Lando running to y/n as soon as he won😍😭😭!! user 9 so rude, y/n won't even comment congratulating her boyfriend😷😷 carlossainz55 congratulations cabron oscarpiastri congratulations mate

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liked by lando.jpg and others babygirlcore the winner of Miami gp and my heart!! give it up for Lando Norris!! so proud of you baby, I knew you could do it!! can't wait to share more wins and watch you become the WDC!!

lando.jpg you're making me blush, love you baby!! Y/BFF/user can't believe I missed this historic moment Congratulations Lando!! Gonna have to take the year off so I can process these emotions😭😱🤯 lando.jpg thank you Y/BFF/N

Y/N.Y/L/N

Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3,765,983 others. Y/N.Y/L/N I've been working at the studio for a while now, can't wait for you guys to hear the new stuff I've coming for you. It's been so long since a new album. So, I'm happy to announce the release of my new album in a couple months. Can't wait to share it with the best people in my life!!

link in the bio

user 7 let her cook😭🥹 user 8 can't believe Lando is her muse, the song is so Lando coded🥹🥹 user 9 oh to be y/n and dating Lando, she hit the jack pot😔😔 user 10 I'm so happy she's finally getting the love she deserves❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭. user 11 can they just come out and say that they are dating😖😖. user 12 i'm working late cuz I'm a singer, the line of the century, play this at my funeral💀 Y/BFF/user is this song about me babygirl Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/ user always, you're my soulmate❤️❤️🥰🥰😘😘

Lando couldn't help but gloat to his friends and fellow drivers. How many people can say that their girlfriend wrote a song about them. The song made him soft and mushy so when Y/N walked through the door he tackled her into a hug. "you wrote a song about me" Lando whispered in her ear. "I did" y/n replied, "all my songs are about you darling" Lando's neck felt hot and his cheeks started to hurt from smiling to hard. Y/N looked at his face and smirked, "aww!! is little norris blushing??" Lando quickly moved away and turn his head towards the window. Y/N couldn't help but tease him and call him a sap in love. Honestly the biggest sap was Y/N since she was the one writing songs about her boyfriend.

Y/N.Y/L/N

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Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 2,769,654 others Y/N.Y/L/N Heart break is one thing, my ego's another.

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user 1 mom said dad's not allowed to look anywhere else.😈😈🙈🙈. user 2 what a power move y/n casting her boyfriend in the song about not fucking up the relationship😂😂. user 3 if that stupid vroom vroom guy fucks up, it's on sight😤😤 user 4 i don't get the hype, she aint even that pretty😒. user 6 i hope they break up, Lando is meant to end up with me 🤦‍♀️ landonorris Thanks for having me on the music video, if you need help in the future lemme know😏😉 Liked by the author user 5 Lando trying to be low key in the comments when we know he's being loved by the best girl Y/BFF/user I'm sending this to my boyfriend Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/user I thought I was your boyfriend, am I the other one???? Y/BFF/user Y/N.Y/L/N sorry babygirl, it do be like that sometimes

landonorris

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Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, maxverstappen1 and 1,256,783 others. landonorris I'm not as good with words as she is. I never knew what love felt like before she walked into my life. So grateful to be the boyfriend of the most beautiful, kind, caring, loving and gorgeous girl. You're my forever person. I love you Y/N Y/L/N❤️❤️

user 1 if someone saw this. they'd think this was a y/n fan acc. user 2 y/n is barbie and Lando is just ken and he's happy if barbie is😫😫. user 3 eww, she ugly, Lando could do so much better. carlossainz55 congratulations cabron!! happy for you charles_leclerc Alex want's to know if we can get tickets to her concert?? Y/N.Y/L/N charles_leclerc yessss!! tell Alex she can come to all my concerts oscarpiastri you would've thought he would shut up after getting with her but he has become insufferable. Y/N.Y/L/N take him away. He cries whenever you're not around. Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N Y/N.Y/L/N I love you too baby boy. You're my forever person too!! landonorris I'm so lucky to have you, love you mommy😘😘.

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Liked by landonorris, Y/BFF/user and 1,426,783 others Y/N.Y/L/N People keep asking why are all my songs about love, I look at them and say I’ve finally found my muse. He makes me so happy, I’ve never felt this way with anyone. So grateful for meeting him cuz I don’t think I knew what being loved was like. Thank you Lando Norris for being the light in my dark times. I just wish my heart didn’t give up every time you looked at me or got into that damn F1 car. But I think I’ll live. Love you❤️💋

landonorris love you too. Liked by author user 4 what dry ass reply was that Lando, look at y/n comment's on his post Y/BFF/user landonorris does this mean free passes to the races forever?? landonorris Y/BFF/user obviously!! user 5 Lando is so blind, she's only using you user 6 they are so cute, they'd have the cutest babies🥺🥺 user 7 he's too good for her, i wish he was still with Luisinha user 8 y/n prolly watching every race to make sure her man is alive 🤣🤣

After hitting the post button on their respective accounts, Y/N found herself in Lando's arms with her head against his chest and his on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his torso and took a deep breathe; "I love you so much, you know that, right?" Lando chuckled, “You don't let me forget it, with being your muse and all” She let out a sign of content and mumbled, "Just like the driver's championship you are P3 in my heart" Lando's face dropped, unwrapping his arms and pulling her to eye level, "what do you mean?" Y/N just laughed and said, "my parents and Y/BFF/N are P1 and P2 but am sure you'll become P2 if I write any more songs about you." Lando leaned in and kissed her, she pulled him closer as she deepend the kiss. Both of them happy where they were in each other's arms.

I hope you guys liked it!!

[lokideservesahug]

Always With Me

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (I think gn)

Warnings: Nothing, just a(n inchident?!? Sorry lol) short thing :).

Notes: CHARLES WIN IN MONACO!!! WOOOOO❤❤❤ I was inspired by something @a-beaverhausen said when we were talking about Charles and his jewellery in the cool down room (or more particularly, the blue set I've never noticed before)!!

Summary: Your boyfriend is famous for his jewellery. But you can't help but pay special attention to his newst additions.

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Charles wore a lot of jewellery, you know that. Everyone knows that. Whether it was the rings he's worn for years or the friendship braclets given to him by a multitude if fans over the race weekend, he always wears some kind of jewellery. So despite you loving and caring for your boyfriend deeply, you didn't pay much mind to any new additions to his person with how often his wrists sported new accessories.

However, when you watch the projection of the three podium sitters in the cooldown room, your attention is fixed soley on your boyfriend. Or more particularly what he's doing. You find it both endearing and extremely sweet that one of the first things he does after every race is re-adorn himself with his staple jewellery (whether he DNF's or wins for the first time ever in his home track). Yet, more particularly, you take notice of the more expensive looking set of bracelet and ring he's currently putting on (rather attractively you must say).

Now, Monaco is a busy weekend because:

a) It's Monaco for crying out loud and

b) It's Charles' home race of course.

So you noticed that he had new, clearly expensive looking jewellery this weekend but hadn't had the time to fully take it in. Yet as you look at it you swear that it's the familiar shade of your birthstone. You, however don't have much time to ponder on it before the crowd goes wild with applause and Carlos makes his way on to the podium and you wait excitedly for your boyfriend to make his Monaco podium debut.

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Light cuts softly through your soft slumber and you feel your boyfriend nuzzle futher into your shoulder and groan slightly. As most would expect, last night's celebrations were off the charts. But, that also leaves your boyfriend in a very hungover, very clingy state. You, fortunately (having the saner mind last night out of the two of you) decided not go get wasted and so that left you able to admire your drowsy boyfriend who was currently waking from the last holds of slumber. He throws his left arm over your waist and that's when you notice his jewellery again.

Exactly as you expected. The lovely shade of your birthstone greets you or rather the sight or many of your birthstones on his ring and bracelet meet your curious gaze. You hear a soft grumble and then "Bonjour ma chérie." You chuckle at his gruff voice. "Morning Charlie." You kiss the crown of his head. "How is my favourite Monaco race winner today?" You feel his toothy grin against your chest and hear his chuckles. He awners your question and you distantly clock his far off words but don't respond.

"Darling?" You hum at him and meet his soft gaze. "What has you so distracted?" You shake your head slightly and your eyes catch in to his bracelet once again. "Nothing." He follows your gaze and blushed once he realises the object of your attention. Charles buries his head in your chest once more and mumbles something inaudibly. "Pardon?" You softly beckon the man to repeat himself. He lifts his head but refuses to meet your eyes "I said. I was hoping you wouldn't realise that." You tilt your head at his words. "What? Why?" He shakes his head and his cheeks warm again. You smile fortly at him. "Come on you can tell me. I just want to know about your new jewellery. I didn't take that as your style." Charles meets your eyes and elaborates. "It's just a friend of mine wanted to make some jewellery for me when you were away a few weeks ago." You hum at his words and gesture his hand for him to continue. "And I just really missed you and didn't like feeling like that. So I thought if I had jewellery of your birthstone it would be like I always had a piece of you with me."

It was now your turn to blush at his clearly love filled words. "Oh..." Despite making the connection that his jewellery was made of your birthstone, you hadn't hadn't bold enough to make the assumption that he had done it deliberately for you rather than it being a consequence. "Well." You softly kiss his nose. "I think it's sweet." You smile at him. "Although, I can't say I don't feel a bit left out." His face swiftly splits out into that full face grin you fell in love with. " Well mon ange, I can easily fix that."

And despite your teasing words holding no weight, his certainly did. And he proved this when two days later, he gifted you a small box with a rather large, attractive opal of his birthstone sat on a gorgeous chain and a promise of a ring coming soon. Only he didn't specify exactly what kind of ring he meant and he knew that the one he was going to gift to you also came with very important question...

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

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[jjkamochoso]

It's me again lol!! What about jjk men taking the reader on an aquarium date or like a museum date! ^_^

UR MIND >>>>>>> SO ADORABLE

Also I’m now including Ino because I can’t believe I’ve been forgetting to add my pookie in these

Enjoy and thanks for the request!!! <3

JJK Men Taking You on a Date to the Aquarium/Museum

Fluff

JJK men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji:

“That fish looks like you.”

Your eyes fell to where Yuji’s finger was pointing. There was a huge fish with big, bulging eyes swimming in circles in the aquarium exhibit in front of you.

“Oh, really, does it?” You were thoroughly amused at your boyfriend’s antics, his grin widening as you played along. “This one is a spitting image of you.”

Yuji caught a glimpse of the fish you were pointing at and turned away from you, making you frown. Did you inadvertently hurt his feelings? The fish wasn’t *that* ugly. Besides, you both were joking around, but you never meant to go too far and make him sad. You tentatively put a hand on his back to get his attention.

“Yuji, I didn’t—”

He faced you again, this time sporting a quintessential fish face with his cheeks sucked in and lips protruding in a pout. You immediately started cracking up, and since laughter is contagious, especially among you two, so did he.

“There’s lots of cute fish here, but you were the cutest,” you finally said, making him blush. He grasped your hand tightly and you set off for another exhibit.

Megumi:

When Megumi asked you on a date to an art museum, you were elated. A quiet, calm activity like this was perfect for the both of you so you could enjoy each other’s company without many other people observing you. You walked side by side with the boy as you meandered through the exhibit that was showcasing artwork of animals in ancient civilizations. You stopped in front of a particularly cute sculpture of a dog, cooing softly.

“Megumi, look how adorable,” you said, and he nodded in agreement.

“Reminds me of my own,” he mused, referring to his divine dogs (you thought it was precious how close he was to his shikigami).

“Maybe we can bribe the curator with Gojo’s money to take it home with us.”

Megumi shot you a look. “Are you serious? I don’t think you can just take art like that.”

A few seconds passed.

“Can you?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “I was joking.”

Megumi was quiet as usual but the air about him seemed almost contemplative. After a few more seconds, he shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Gojo would probably break it anyway.”

“Wait, were you actually considering trying to buy it?” you questioned.

“Maybe.” The black haired boy shrugged, moving on to the next sculpture.

“Fushiguro the art collector, huh? Who would’ve thought you were so extravagant. Gojo’s spending habits must have rubbed off on you,” you teased, making him huff.

“Shut up,” he said, no bite to his tone whatsoever as you just giggled, cuddling up to his side as you continued on with your date.

Yuta:

“It’s like getting a million little kisses. I’m so in love with this creature.”

"Am I… jealous of a starfish?”

You were currently holding a starfish in your hands, its suction cups sticking to your skin, leaving behind a tickling sensation that you couldn’t get enough of. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of your kissing analogy and was doing his best not to pout over something so silly.

“Yuta, come closer! It’s too cute not to hold.”

He couldn’t deny he was curious to see what the hype was about. People had flocked over to this exhibit in droves and you guys had waited in line to hold a sea star for an ungodly amount of time—he wasn’t going to miss out now. The handler put one in his hands too and he immediately understood what you meant earlier.

“They are really cute. I see what you meant by the whole kissing thing, that’s amazing,” he said, his voice laced with wonder and amusement as he watched the sea creature grip onto his skin. He then looked up and locked eyes with you, both of your irises alight with love.

“But I still prefer yours.”

Inumaki:

There’s plenty of fish in the sea but you’re the only one for me.

You raised an eyebrow at the words on the phone screen shoved in front of your face while you were watching some fish swim by in the aquarium tank. Toge, meanwhile, was dying laughing at his lame pick up line written in his notes app. Seeing his reaction made your lips quirk up into a mischievous grin as something came to mind. You pulled out your own phone and hurriedly began typing, thrusting it toward him when you were done.

I cod-nt imagine my life without you, Toge. You’re a reel catch.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the grimace he wore.

“Fish flakes,” he said, putting his head in his hands and stifling giggles.

“My line was that bad, huh?” you asked, nudging him softly.

“Salmon,” he agreed, but the loving look he held in his eyes when they met yours again showed he was anything but bothered.

“You’re of-fish-ally the cutest boy I’ve ever seen,” you told him while ruffling his hair playfully, earning a loud groan from the blonde. He quickly typed out another sentence.

I’m so glad we go to the same school.

Noritoshi:

You were pleasantly surprised when Noritoshi asked you on a date to the aquarium. You figured he would’ve deemed it too childish or an experience not scholarly enough but you were wrong, now feeling the pull of his hand as he excitedly walked you around, pointing things out and chatting about things he had just learned.

“…and I just read that most fish don’t have eyelashes. Did you see that too?”

“Except for sharks,” you replied, a gentle smiling resting on your face.

“Exactly.”

Noritoshi took a deep breath as you led him to a bench to sit down and watch the jellyfish float around.

“I’m sorry for getting too passionate. I just feel like I can be myself here. There’s less… pressure, if that makes sense. Like I can learn things just to know them, not to impress anyone or get a good grade on something. It’s… nice.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I know what you mean,” you said, laying a comforting hand on his leg. Noritoshi rested his hand on top of yours and gave it a light squeeze, observing the entrancing dance of the jellyfish.

“They look so free,” he muttered. “I wonder what that feels like.”

Your head was now lovingly balanced against his shoulder as you squeezed his hand back.

“I promise you that one day you’ll know.”

Todo:

“Y/n! You have to watch this!”

You were happy to accompany Aoi to the local science museum for a date. You two were having a fun time exploring and trying out all the different experiments the museum had to offer. You weren’t sure what to expect when Aoi called you over to the experiment he had just done since you were enthralled in a presentation about lightning. You were confused when Aoi put his hand on a big ball, but all of a sudden, the hair in his bun became even spikier than normal.

“Static electricity!” he exclaimed, sporting a huge grin. Seeing how happy all of this made your boyfriend had you smiling from ear to ear as well. When he eventually took his hand off the orb, his hair didn’t quite go back into place.

“C’mere,” you giggled, gesturing to his hair, “I’ll fix it for you.”

“Thank you, my love,” he said, leaning over to where you could reach him. You combed the strands back into place and gave him a kiss on the cheek when you were done.

“You’re having a fun time today, right?” Aoi asked you, a rare moment of vulnerability from the muscular man.

“Of course, Aoi. Thank you for inviting me here.”

“No problem,” he replied, his cocky demeanor back as he winked at you. “Now, if you’re interested, there’s a presentation on superconductors in a few minutes. Do you want to see it?”

It always surprised you when you remembered just how smart your sometimes air-headed boyfriend really was.

Gojo:

When you invited Satoru to the science museum, he was extremely excited. Not because of the science aspect, no, but because he loved to eat the packs of freeze dried ice cream you can buy from the gift shop. You were busy reading a giant wall panel about physics when you felt the thunk of a head resting on your back and heard a sigh of exasperation.

“Are you finished yet? This is boring,” Satoru said, mumbling into your shirt.

“I’m trying to learn, Satoru. It wouldn’t kill you to learn something either. You’re a teacher, aren’t you supposed to have a thirst for knowledge?”

“I have a thirst for soda,” came a muffled reply from behind you. You rolled your eyes, going back to reading. Satoru kept fidgeting and you found yourself getting frustrated at his lack of focus.

“Since you know so much, why don’t you tell me about relativity and quantum mechanics?”

“Quantum mechanics studies the world by looking at just a few small particles like photons and electrons. Relativity is the theory of gravitation that Einstein proposed around the same time as quantum mechanics. General relativity studies the construct of space-time and gravity, while special relativity studies special conditions and scenarios, such as length contraction, which is where an object is moving near the speed of light and its length actually shortens. See, I already know this stuff, so can we pleeeease go to the gift shop now?” Satoru whined, throwing his head back in an exaggerated display of boredom. Your mind was still reeling over the fact that your boyfriend was… ridiculously good at science and never bothered to tell you?!

“I… yeah,” you said, completely dumbfounded. Satoru ignored the confusion in your voice as he cheered, grabbing your hand and leading you to the gift shop.

Geto:

You and Suguru were taking your time walking through the museum he chose for your date. It was nice to walk with him, holding hands and enjoying deep conversations about the pieces that were showcased in each exhibit. You came up to a bench in front of a particularly large infographic and took a seat, your lover sitting next to you. After he knew you were finished reading, he asked you the few little words he assumed would set you off on a passionate tangent (he was right).

“So, y/n, what are your thoughts on this topic?”

As you began to analyze everything you just learned, Suguru watched you intently, but not in a negative manner; he was just so genuinely interested in what you had to say that it was like the whole world around him disappeared every time you opened your mouth. He nodded along, hearing you bring up things he hadn’t even considered yet.

“I’m lucky to have a partner who’s so intelligent,” Suguru cooed, his thumb ghosting over your jawline, initiating this romantic moment like you two were the only people in the building. To him, you were the only people that mattered anyway, so what was the point in hiding how he truly felt?

Nanami:

“C’mon Kento, it’s not as scary as you think it is. They’re completely harmless.”

You were currently trying to get your boyfriend to pet the stingrays but he was not having any part of it. The color had drained from Kento’s face when you submerged your hand in the clear water, feeling the smooth surface of the rays under your fingertips. The blonde man wasn’t afraid, per se, but he didn’t think it was the wisest decision to be touching such a dangerous animal.

“Y/n, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. What if you provoke them?”

You were about to laugh when you saw he was genuinely distressed. Frowning, you stood up and tried to dry your wet hand the best you could before reaching out to him.

“Kento, honey, it’s alright. They have to be really angry to sting people. I promise you’ll be alright if you try it.”

Kento relented and leaned over the touch tank, hesitantly placing his hand in the water next to yours. When a ray swam under him, the rubbery texture gracing his skin, he immediately tensed up. Your unoccupied hand landed on his arm as encouragement and it seemed to help him relax a bit. A few more stingrays came over to him and Kento finally calmed down, smiling as he greeted his new friends.

Ino:

“Babe, look, that’s literally us.”

Ino caught your attention away from a particularly interesting exhibit about seaweed as he pointed to a diagram that displayed two fish with their mouths on each other.

“Ino, that’s very sweet, but I think they’re fighting.”

Your boyfriend leaned closer to read the tiny print, his hands in his pockets in a display of nonchalance that you always found supremely attractive.

“Oh, you’re right! They try to flip each other over like that. It’s like the Spider-Man kiss but more badass.”

You shook your head, lightly chuckling as you linked your arm in his and continued walking through the aquarium. All of a sudden, you gasped and tapped Ino’s arm excitedly.

“Oh my god! This is literally us!”

Ino’s eyes went wide and his smile grew bigger. You were showing him to a video that displayed otters holding hands as they drifted in the water.

“Yeah,” he said dreamily, resting his chin on the top of your head as you watched the animals on the screen, “it is.”

Choso:

You were sitting in a dark room of the planetarium, looking up at a projected sky full of stars with your handsome boyfriend. Choso had his arm wrapped tightly around your body, hand resting on your waist as your head was nestled against his shoulder. You sat there quietly, enjoying the peacefulness of the exhibit. The sight of the stars above you changed into a slow spinning view of the earth and you gasped lightly.

“Woah, look at how beautiful our world is.” You didn’t hear him reply, which was unusual, so you lowered your eyes from the spectacular scene above to look at the man next to you.

“You’re my world,” he stated bluntly, unrelenting gaze boring into your own. “You’re the brightest star in the galaxy of my life.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you said, trying not to show how flustered you got over his beautiful words. He just drew you in closer, adamant to never let you go.

Toji:

“How does this piece make you feel?”

“Like I’ve been here for hours and I’m hungry.”

Toji wasn’t the biggest fan of the art museum you dragged him to but you were glad he allowed you to take him here in the first place. It meant a lot to you that he would willingly go somewhere like this that completely disinterested him, but he would go to the ends of the earth to please you.

“There’s a cafe around here if you wanna go eat,” you said, paying him no mind as you studied the painting that grabbed your attention.

Toji scoffed. “And leave you here by yourself? No way.”

Your focus was now broken, instead trying to stifle a laugh at his overprotective behavior. “The art isn’t going to kidnap me, you know.”

“I know,” he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, “but some dude might see a smart, attractive person like you by yourself and think he has a chance.”

“And I need my big, hot, uninterested-in-art boyfriend to keep an eye out for me?”

“Exactly.” Toji smirked at you while you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I appreciate that. I’ll finish up here and we’ll head to the cafe together then?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You went back to your contemplative state while Toji’s eyes wandered the room. He would never tell you this, but he found many of the pieces actually interesting and hoped you would take him along to more places like this in the future.

[kjhbsies]

Strings of Love

Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie Williams is the country's biggest rock star. Who wouldn't be charmed by her beautiful face? And, oh, have you heard her voice? It's heavenly. On the other hand, Ellie does know you. How couldn't she? You're quite hard to forget. You supported them from the start until now. But one night changed it all as both of you got into an argument. Warnings: not proofread! beware of grammatical errors (english isn't my first language). Ellie is kind of an asshole in here lol.

PART II : PART III

Apocalyptic Serenade is a rock band consisting of five members. They all started as an unknown band playing in their house’s garage, until they became more popular as they started to have different gigs in some crappy bars. Both of them didn’t know how they reached the peak level of their popularity, as many people started admiring their works, especially their looks. 

Ellie Williams is the lady-killer and a Casanova. As the lead singer of the band, she is the most popular among them – especially with the girls. She was well known for having different girls in bed every night, using them like a ragdoll and throwing them away like a toy in the morning. No one complained about it though, they claimed that tasting her is heaven, even if Ellie treats them like shit afterwards. 

You are their avid fan. Ever since the start, you got hooked on the band’s performance when you first heard of them. You can still remember that they’re playing in a local bar in the small town where you lived. It was a hot Friday night of April, you and your friends wanted to unwind right after the finals and there happened to be a small band playing in your favorite bar. 

When you first saw Ellie, she was sporting baggy jeans and a flannel. The sleeves were rolled up in her elbows, showing her tattooed arm. You figured out that she’s the lead singer when she stepped in the middle, her ringed fingers clutching the strings of her guitar while the other was strumming it. 

You did not expect to become so immersed in a person that you feel like at that time, when you first heard her voice, you wanted to drop down on your knees and just start to worship her. She was… heavenly. Her voice is one of a kind that even angels couldn’t resist listening to. 

Ellie noticed you standing in the middle of the almost empty bar. Everyone in here was beet drunk and the others aren’t even listening to them play. Ellie couldn’t care less about it at all. It was just like this all the time. At first, she couldn’t bear the idea that people weren’t even paying them attention – and that they’re just playing for nothing. Though, when they first received their small paycheck, Ellie accepted the reality. 

However, you changed the perception of her life.

You were the first person to watch them with such intensity that even she couldn’t almost look you straight in the eye. Her heart beat tripled in excitement and it’s as if you just gave her the energy to sing and play passionately. 

Finally, someone is listening. 

And it was you. 

That was the first time that you became their number one fan. You’re always attending their gigs, even if the location is miles away from your home. Listening to their music on spotify, watching their videos on youtube, and always stalking their instagram account. Your friends think that this is an addiction, and maybe it is.

However, their status and fame made Ellie Williams even more unreachable. Everyone loves her – I mean, who doesn’t? She’s a very talented woman, and aside from that, she radiates an energy that no one can resist. You know that idolizing someone who won’t even remember your face how many times you attend their gigs has its consequences but somehow, you grew accustomed to it. Watching and reading news articles about Ellie’s new potential lover doesn’t make your heart hurt like hell more than it did before. But a small part of you wishes to experience even being near her. 

You always wondered how it would feel like having to hear her speak to your ears sweetly. Or how is she as a girlfriend? Would she play you her favorite songs? Would she write a whole ass album dedicated to you?

But every time those daydreams start forming in your thoughts, the reality will always seep in. That you’re just an ordinary girl and she’s a rockstar. Both of your worlds weren’t going to collide no matter how hard you try. And Ellie Williams is out of your reach. 

On the contrary, Ellie feels the same way with you.

You’d think that after that night she first saw you, she’d immediately forget your face. I mean, how can she when she thinks that she just met the most angelic person in the world? Everything about you, your face, your body, the way you dress caught her eye. 

The two of you met each other 3 years ago, and since then, you’re the only girl who’s been on her mind. 

Ellie tried to push her thoughts away, wanting to forget you. I mean, she’s the rockstar of the year, every girl flocked at the sight of her, every one, I repeat, everyone wants to be with Ellie. And having a girl clinging on to her mind for years is really pathetic. Not to mention that she doesn’t really know your name because every time she sees you in one of their gigs or concerts, she couldn’t get the chance to ask for you. God knows she tried to step down the stage the moment they’re done performing because she knows that you’ll be gone so fast but still, Ellie couldn’t catch up. Ellie desperately begs for their manager to get your name and contact information when she sees you in the midst of the crowd but it always fails. 

After several months, when Ellie’s popularity gained so much attention from everyone, every girl threw themselves at her. And Ellie made that an opportunity to forget you. You’re just a random fan girl, you should be easy to forget. You were nothing compared to her. And she’s not the one who should be begging for your attention. Ellie has everything and she could get whatever and whoever she wants. 

But apparently, not you.

Because no matter how hard Ellie tries to think about the fact that you are just a mere fan girl and that you should be the one on your knees wanting for a little bit of her attention, Ellie still couldn’t resist finding you in the middle of the crowd. And you’re always there. So, every after their gig, Ellie would take someone in a fancy hotel, preferably the one who looks just like you. Because Ellie only wanted you. 

She wouldn’t admit that, though. 

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It was one of those days where you’d go to the Apocalyptic Serenade’s gig, and luckily, the bar is just near where your apartment is. And naturally, you’d go, just like you always do. But right now, you’re with your friends to have a nice night out after such a stressful day. 

You are wearing a skimpy black dress with a leather jacket to give a small amount of warmth throughout the night. You’ve done your hair and makeup beautifully, wanting to look exquisite, even though Ellie won’t notice you for the nth time. 

But who cares? You look so good and you’re having the best night of your life.

When the three of you arrived at the bar, it was pumped with people. The band is already playing at the stage and all of you managed to squeeze yourself in an empty seat, just where you can still have a perfect view of the band – especially Ellie Williams.

Ellie sensed that it was you who walked inside. How did she know that? Maybe after years of you going everywhere they performed, she already memorized your figure no matter how far away you are, or how dim the lights are in the club. 

She tried so hard not to look your way but she can feel that you’re staring and watching her. And it made her nervous. What the fuck? It’s always like this and everytime she is frustrated because how can you make her fingers tremble when all you’ve just done is to stare at her? You don’t hold a huge amount of power over her. You just can’t. Because Ellie is a fucking star, and you should be the one worshipping her. Not the other way around.

But oh, boy, she does spare a glance at you, and thankfully, you’re not looking at her. Ellie almost stopped playing and singing when she saw you take off your leather jacket and it revealed the most beautiful woman in front of her. 

It was the first time seeing you in this kind of clothing and to be honest, she’s mad as hell. She’s mad because she couldn't even touch a single strand of your hair. She’s mad because she can’t roam and feel your curves against her fingers. She’s mad because you are taking every willpower against her that it almost made her kneel in front of you.

Ellie’s neck reddened and she shut her eyes tightly. The grip on her guitar is hard as she tries to stop her dirty thoughts in her mind. 

You couldn’t even get her name, how can you get her on your sheets? She thought to herself. 

When Ellie opened her eyes, she saw a little commotion around your table. She saw you struggling to pull your arm away from a man’s grip on your hands. You looked uncomfortable, wanting to immediately push him as he kept on insisting on buying you a drink and when you politely declined, he viewed it as a little challenge. Your friends are nowhere to be found and you are stuck with him. Panic rose up through your throat and it made your body go cold. 

“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You said, but he immediately gripped your waist. 

“I can assist you. You might trip.”

You gulped. “No, thank you. I’m not really drunk.”

And instead of letting you go, he immediately pulled you on his body. This made you want to cry as his grip gets harder and harder that you’re afraid that it might bruise. Unbeknownst to you, the music stopped and Ellie is walking towards you.

“The lady said no, dude.” She interrupted. 

The crowd went silent, and suddenly, everyone’s camera pointed towards your direction. The panic you were feeling earlier was replaced by shock. Your heart beat tripled as you stared at the girl in front of you.

The rock star of the year.

Ellie fucking Williams.

What the fuck is happening…

She looked so beautiful as you can perfectly see her face up close. You thought that every single one of her features were exquisite. Her green eyes, nose, freckled cheeks, lips, the way she did her usual half up bun, the way she stands and even how she dresses. Everything about her screams power.

“Oh, you're the one who’s singing there earlier, right?” The man in front of you smirked. “You’re shit.” He gripped you harder. “Sorry, man, you need to find another girl to accompany you in bed. I don’t share.”

Ellie’s eyes darkened when he pulled your wrist. You winced, as you can feel his nails are digging into your skin.

Ellie punched the man so hard that he stumbled at the stools behind him. Everyone gasped in shock, including you. Your jaw dropped into the floor and your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. Her bandmates immediately got off the stage to go behind their lead singer.

But Ellie is still not done yet. She watched as the man tried to move his jaw with such anger in her eyes. Her tongue traced the inside of her cheeks before kneeling in front of him. Grabbing his collar, she started to throw punches at him. Her bandmates tried to stop her but she is far stronger than all of them combined. And aside from that, everyone is afraid of her.

When the man’s face was covered in blood, and he couldn’t even open his eyes, and as his consciousness was going away, Ellie stopped. She smiled triumphantly at the sight in front of her. Finally, the bouncers immediately pulled her away from the man who molested you. Ellie harshly pulled away from the bouncer’s grip before looking at your horrified face.

You two locked eyes and Ellie could feel the same beat of her heart when she first saw you. 

“What-” You started, but the flashes of the camera stopped you from talking. 

Ellie noticed it and thus she yelled, “Nobody touches her!” She then stormed away from you, and from everyone to go backstage.

“You okay?” Jordan, the lead guitarist placed her hand on your shoulder. You nodded, still couldn’t speak. “You should talk to Ellie, she's backstage. Just follow me, okay?”

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“What the fuck, Ellie?!” Jesse, the band’s manager yelled at the girl who looked like she couldn’t care less. 

Ellie straight up drank the bottle of whiskey that was on the table. Her face is slowly reddening, as alcohol starts running through her veins. Her mind swirled, and she couldn’t even make out what her manager was saying in front of her.

“My hand hurts.” She said, looking at her knuckles.

Jesse scoffed in disbelief. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up. “You didn’t know how much trouble you’ve caused?! Aside from the fact that you almost murdered a man, many people witnessed how violent you are. And God, it’ll be all over the internet. Do you know how hard it is to clean up your mess?!” 

Ellie snickered.

“Oh, you find that funny, huh? You are unbelievable!” He cursed for the nth time of the man. “What if the man wants to sue you, huh? What would you do?”

Ellie looked at him. “What would you do?”

“You fuck- Nevermind. I’ll go out and settle this and you should just sit there and shut the fuck up!” Jesse then stormed out backstage, closing the door with a loud bang.

Ellie took another long shot from the drink in her hand. She sat lazily at the couch while thinking of your face. 

Was it worth it? 

Yes.

A hundred times yes.

After a couple of minutes, one of her bandmates started to come in with serious faces. 

“That’s fucked up.” Alex said, closing her arm in front of her chest. “But you did the right thing, dude.” She gave Ellie a tight-lipped smile. “Riley and Nat are talking to the crowd, calming them, just to distract everyone from what happened. I think it’s working. Everyone loves fan service.” Both of them snickered. “Jesse is talking to the manager. I think he’s settling everyone. Was he mad?”

“Very.” Ellie smiled before drinking again.

“You’re so fucked up.” 

“Where’s Jordan?”

“Here.” She walked in, holding an ice bag in her hand. Ellie saw another familiar head behind Jordan, tailing her. She tilted her head to get a better view of her and she immediately straightened up.

Her brows knitted as she fully saw you. 

“You two should talk to each other because this is just so… messy.” Jordan said, handing you the ice bag. “We’ll leave you.” They immediately then exited the room.

So now, you were left with Ellie. Sitting almighty in front of you. 

“Ice bags?” You asked hesitatingly while lifting it. You bit your lips nervously as Ellie just stared blankly at you before standing up. 

She went up in front of you, and the smell of her musky perfume filled your nose. She towered over you, her face looking dark before snatching the ice bag in your hand.

Ellie did not know why she’s mad. She wanted so bad to ask you if you’re okay, maybe look at the wrist that the man is gripping so hard, she wanted to ask if it bruised, she wanted to cure where it hurts, but the thump of her heart as she looks at you made her realize that you have a great hold at her.

Ellie cares greatly for the stranger in front of her. 

But why?

That question started to haunt her. 

Why why why why?

No, she doesn’t care that much. She can prove that to herself.

“Was it worth it?” Ellie said drunkenly.

“What?” You looked at her. 

“Did you do that to get my attention?” 

Your brows knitted so hard. You couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Are you implying that I wanted to get molested to get your attention?” Your voice started rising.

This is supposed to be easy. Ellie shrugged. “I mean, I always see you wherever we perform. Maybe you just got tired of being a fucking nobody at the crowd so you did that.” She snickered. “Damn, that’s so low.”

You slapped Ellie. Your eyes are bloodshot red as the tears start streaming down your face. You stared at her, feeling hurt. You breathed heavily and Ellie is still facing the direction where you slapped her. She couldn’t bear to look at your face. She just can’t. 

“Fuck you.” You whispered before storming out.

Being mean to you is supposed to be easy. But why did Ellie feel like her heart’s going to explode from doing that?

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Can you please write a kenji sato x best friend . Where he is outgoing/ extroverted and the reader is introverted and totally opposite . Like he fell first but she fell harder troupe. Thank youx

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3.5k words | No warnings | SFW | Fluff | I have no idea what timeline I wrote this in lol just enjoy it 💖😅

"I finally have an answer to your question" Kenji confessed, smiling as he rested on your bed.

"So, do you know what you're going to give me for my birthday?" You had been joking with that for months.

Remembering over and over again the proximity of your birthday while he avoided the question on purpose or simply answered you “my sincere friendship” as a joke. Today he was visiting your house and you both agreed to meet in person to talk in a more pleasant way while you updated him on your things and he updated you.

"Just close your eyes" he told you, while you obeyed and he asked you to extend your hands to receive your gift.

"Wow, you're not even going to wait for the day to come" you commented smiling.

"Now. You can open them" he pointed at you and you did exactly that. You saw his cell phone in your hands and how it showed the website of a hotel with some numbers and its details written on the screen. It was a reservation for a month from now, right on the weekend of your birthday, to spend it alone at the beach, he knows how much you love it even though you haven't been there that many times, so he wanted to do something more special for you this time than just taking you to the movies or an expensive restaurant.

"I can't believe it Kenji! Are you serious?" You asked, to which he nodded, happy to see your reaction.

You were moved by his nice gesture so you hugged him and thanked him a thousand times while you talked to him excitedly, looking at the photos of the hotel on the beach, right by the sea. Kenji told you that he had even already talked to your parents about it so there was no problem with them, both of them knew Kenji since you became his best friend almost 6 years ago so they can trust him.

Kenji was happy to be able to make you smile like that. He would do anything necessary to always make you smile and let you know how much you mean to him. Things haven't been easy since he realized his feelings for you 2 years ago, keeping what he feels for fear of ruining everything you've built together has been exhausting and frustrating at times, but if keeping that to himself ensures that he can talk to you without any impediment or lose your trust then it was worth it. Sometimes it was still difficult not being able to tell you in a different tone of voice how pretty you look, hug you in a different way and kiss your face whenever he wanted, but it's something he's learned to handle. The following weeks you couldn't stop thinking about the trip, going shopping with him to try on clothes and such until the days were getting closer and now you found yourself doing a video call with him while you both packed your things to leave very early tomorrow.

The appreciation you had for Kenji was very special, both of you used to be different most of the time but maybe that made you complement each other better. You still remember when he was the one who took the initiative to talk to you at university when he saw that you didn't do it with anyone else, most of the time you spent reading, listening to music and avoiding people. You used to get along well with some classmates but it wasn't anything serious compared to him who knew a considerable amount of people on and off campus, he had several girls from different careers behind him and several fans who followed him even at the beginning of his sports career until the day he became a celebrity.

Despite being talkative and louder than the average of the people you usually talk to, there was something about him that you found pleasant and made you trust him, little by little feeling happier when you spent time by his side during breaks and then you started talking about him more often at home until you introduced him to your parents and the rest was history. The two of you were talking and joking on the video call, showing each other the things you packed and picking out your outfits. You loved that he had such a good fashion sense.

“Well, I think I’m done,” he said, taking out his phone.

“Wait, not me. I still don’t know where to put my makeup. Should I put it in the clothes or shoes suitcase?” you asked more to yourself.

"Don’t be exaggerated" he laughed "we’re leaving for a couple of days, not a month. Pack just a lipstick and mascara, i don't know"

"Obviously not, I’ll have to be touching up a lot because of the heat so I have to take everything. See! I almost forgot the sunscreen!"

" It doesn’t matter, I’ll bring one"

"Yes, but mine is tinted, like a foundation" you answered, making him laugh with the details you mentioned.

You talked for a while longer until you told him it was better to go to sleep. He would arrive early for you in his car. The next morning, you ended up falling asleep in the passenger seat while he was driving, your nerves didn’t let you rest well and he insisted that you sleep a little longer on the way when he saw you nod off a couple of times, when you woke up, you would meet at the beach. And so it was, in a couple of hours you were already on your way to the hotel and when you arrived it was more incredible than you imagined, the huge building full of windows and balconies was much bigger than it appeared in the photographs on the website. A lot of palm trees adorned the luxurious entrance of the place towards the reception as you both walked with your things to check in and get the key to your room. Anyone would think you were an excited young couple on their honeymoon.

You entered the room and took the bed you wanted since he let you choose, you placed your suitcases on the bed just like him and you changed your clothes in the bathroom to a cooler one. You called your parents to send them some photos and tell them that everything was fine.

"It's nice, isn't it? I didn't think this place was so big"

"Yes, it's incredible… thank you very much for the gift, it really is something very nice."He smiled when he heard your words and lightly shook the hair on your head.

"It’s nothing, anything for you… "

You two decide to leave the room and walk in and out of the hotel for the rest of the day. Everything is so nice and it’s nice to be able to spend time alone with him in a different way, Kenji can notice how happy you are and he loves the way he manages to make you smile. You are the person who has brought him the most happiness in this stage of his life and thinking about that makes his feelings for you only increase. Sometimes he wonders if he will ever be able to let you know, he is a self-confident person and maybe if the fear of losing you because you don’t reciprocate his feelings didn’t torment him so much, he would have already declared his love for you a long time ago.

After a day of walking around the place, he decides to take you to another part, more secluded from the hustle of the clubs near the docks and the tourism that fills the small place. You walk with him to a private part of the beach within the perimeter of the hotel where you decide to sit and talk, watching the waves and listening to their soft sound, feeling the cool breeze crash against your faces, illuminated by the moonlight and some torches serving as decoration of the hotel. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed, making both of you feel comfortable and confident next to each other.

"Thank you very much for everything Kenji…" He smiled, sweetly.

"I just wanted to do something different for you" You smiled in response, running your hands along your arms at the breeze on your skin. He got closer to you "Are you cold? Do you want me to go get your hooddie?" He asked, as attentive as always.

"No, don't worry, I'm fine. Our things are far away anyway" you thanked him, however, he found it convenient to put his arm around you to make you feel better.

"Well, then I'll have to take care of it myself" he joked as he hugged you, letting you cover yourself in his touch as you sat on the sand.

Silence was present for a few minutes, until your voice rang out again to speak to him. "You know, I also mean, thank you for everything…not just for my gift" you continued, in a soft voice, slightly embarrassed for saying such sentimental things "I've never had a friend so close or that I cared so much about before I met you…you know that it's hard for me to create bonds and such, normally I distance myself from people but, I never felt that need when I'm with you…" Your words made him smile, caressing your arm

"Thank you…I'm glad to know that. I'm also happy to be able to have you in my life. I've never had a best friend before either so it's nice that we complete each other so well…" What he said left you thinking and your chest jumped slightly without fully knowing the reason. You looked in detail at his arm around your shoulders and how close you both were, managing to make you nervous and feeling how your face burned, reminding you of all the times you thought how attractive your best friend is but forcing you to distract yourself with something else. "Yes… you understand me so well that sometimes I still can't believe it. I'm sorry if I say weird things, but you really make me very happy" you said smiling "a long time ago I felt bad and I thought a lot about things that worried me but every time I spend more time with you that anguish goes away…" "And what is it that worries you?" he asked, wanting to know more about you to be able to help you

"It's silly, but… I thought a lot about the consequences of my difficulty to be with people. Sometimes I imagined dying alone or things like that" you laughed embarrassed. Although you were referring more to a couple's company, Kenji had managed to calm the anxiety you had anyway, but you never thought about him seeing you as something more. He is quite affectionate with you, but something more direct would have had to happen for you to realize what he feels for you. "Come on, don't think about it. No matter how far away we are, busy or tired, I'll always be with you, okay? For whatever you need…" "Me too…" you told him, smiling. Kenji pulled you closer to him and both of you were in a soft hug that made your heartbeats and his accelerate.

The moment you let your face rest on his chest and felt yourself surrounded by his hands, an inexplicable warmth flooded your entire being, making you sigh and for some reason stirring up the feelings until you wanted to cry, but not from sadness. You knew that if you were with him everything would always be okay and you wanted to prolong that for as long as possible. Even your whole life, if there was any chance. “You mean so much to me,” he told you, in a low voice near your ear. “You do too, everything, actually.” You answered, putting a smile on his lips and butterflies in his stomach.

The conversation between the two of you changed to more random topics and some jokes between you. However, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw him was different, as if this tender and sincere moment had helped you realize what he truly makes you feel. As the night progressed, you both decided to return to your room, to say good night and rest. You went to bed, the sheets were really comfortable and the softness of the pillows and mattress was unique but despite that you couldn't manage to fall asleep even if you tried. You could feel the weight on your head of having unlocked millions of repressed feelings and thoughts freeing themselves inside you, not knowing what to do or how to act in this new situation. You were lying on the bed, you turned around to get comfortable and you saw him asleep, in the bed in front of you on the other side of the room.

The light was dim coming in through the window but enough for you to appreciate the features of his face perfectly. Did he always have the habit of sleeping without a shirt or did he do it on purpose? You were afraid that he could hear your thoughts as they were so loud inside your head. Eventually you fell asleep, thinking about him. The next day you felt strange, but not in an unpleasant way but as if you felt more nervous, always thinking, do I look pretty? looking at him from time to time with the excuse of seeing something about him, whether or not he had his sunglasses on or what color shirt he was wearing. When he caught you looking at him he smiled at you making you feel embarrassed, using the poor quality of your sunscreen as an excuse in case he happened to notice the blush on your cheeks more than once.

When you both spent some time in the pool it was much worse, you felt the need to see him but acting normal got in the way of your goals. You wanted to hug him and somehow be able to hold his hand so that everyone who saw you together would assume you were a couple. He is open-minded, would he see it as something strange if you dared to do it? Your heart jumped in doubt but again, you decided to let it go for fear of having a moment of embarrassment in front of him. The sunset was beginning to paint the environment a soft pink, he helped you pack your things and carry your suitcases to the car to return to the city. A slight nostalgia filled your chest at having to leave this place, where you had experienced something beautiful with him. A small idea of being able to visit it again and fulfill your wish of walking together hand in hand this time crossed your mind before getting into the car.

The clouds were getting darker on the way, touches of lilac and blue in the sky by the time he was at the entrance of your house opening the car door for you to get out and then the trunk to give you your things. You watched him greet your parents in the living room of your house, both excited to see you two return happily, thanking him for how attentive and thoughtful he was with you always. Seeing the interaction with your family gave you a strong desire to imagine their reactions to the news of you two being a formal couple, that that idea would come to stay in reality but your bubble burst when he suddenly hugged you and said goodbye to you to go back to his house, leaving you with a bittersweet smile on your face, thanking him again for everything he did for you.

And once again you were in your room, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep and when you turned to the side you couldn't see his face like the night before. That your sight collided only with your things in their usual place felt heavy on your chest. What if I tell him? You thought, afraid of ruining your friendship you hid under a stupid excuse of telling him as a way to vent how you felt to someone you trusted instead of a direct confession of your love for him, hoping that deep down you would reciprocate. You thought about this throughout the day as you recognized affectionate gestures from him towards you that left you thinking. The need was felt in each of your heartbeats hoping to be able to talk to him properly tomorrow but time seemed eternal.

You threw the covers off of you and changed your clothes, grabbing a coat and your car keys before leaving the house, to start the vehicle and drive to his house which by the way, was incredibly far from yours, which was an immense relief to see it in the distance as you began to approach until you went up and parked in his driveway. You called him when you got out of the car, expecting him to answer his phone, but when you got to the door, he was already there, having been notified by Mina that you were parking in his driveway. Things unrelated to what was going through your head made him wonder why you were here. Did you forget something in his car? Or did he pack his stuff in your suitcase by mistake? Maybe an emergency had come up? He hoped not. It was almost 11 pm, he usually stays up late sometimes, but he was surprised that you had come here instead of calling or texting him.

“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” He asked. You quickly said yes, even stopping him from letting you in before you spoke, so as not to lose the momentum that made you come here now.

"Kenji, I… you should know something" your words made him tense but he didn't take his gaze and attention off of you, nervous about what you might say. "These days I realized something extremely important and maybe you'll think it may be stupid or too soon but believe me I've never felt so sure of something, what I want… I know what I want…"

"And what do you want?" he asked, waiting for your answer, with his pulse racing as you approached him.

"You" you said without thinking, maybe deep down regretting having been so direct but it was all or nothing. "I love you Kenji… more than you think, more than just my best friend…"

He was speechless, looking at you in amazement and unable to believe it, he didn't think something so good could happen to him, something he had dreamed of so many times until he found it as something meaningless incapable of coming true. "Of course it's not stupid at all" he told you, approaching you. "Because I feel the same way about you…" you didn’t see his answer coming, his declaration, you felt yourself melting when he took your face with both hands. Your eyes were moistened by so many emotions. "I’ve always felt this way, you’re everything I want, everything I never thought I needed so much. And suddenly it’s been almost two years since I realized how much I’ve been loving you, afraid of ruining things…"

"Two years?" you asked him, with amazement in your voice. You felt like you were almost going crazy these days without being able to show him your affection completely. You couldn’t imagine how frustrating it was for him to keep everything he felt for so long.

"Kenji…" You took his face and caressed it, the distance between you both shortened more and more and without realizing it you let your lips find his to join in a kiss. It was what you had both wanted so much, you could feel all his love and you just hoped that you weren’t too nervous to not be able to show it too.

His lips were warm and soft, his heart leapt with happiness at being able to live this moment after so much, happy to be able to express himself without fear and amazed to receive your confession first in an unexpected way. "I love you, I love you so much…" he answered, kissing your forehead while you kept his hands on your face, taking them carefully.

Now you agreed to go to his house, having too many things to talk about, but now that you could hug him and hold his hand it would be easier for both of you.

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The Scarlet Widow

WandaNat x Female Reader

You’re the manager of the sensational music duo The Scarlet Widow. The women invite you to their house for a meeting and things take a turn

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral, fingering, strap riding, etc.

Note: This is pretty much just smut lol. I haven’t written for WandaNat in a while, so I missed them. Enjoy this one!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Managing musicians has never been easy, but there’s one group in particular that always gets under your skin. A duo of two married women, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

The Scarlet Widow is the number one selling duo of the last three years. And they act like it too.

Most days you spend just keeping the two women in agreement. While at the studio and the label, the two women are almost always at odds.

Just yesterday they had a huge argument about the set list for the next tour. And you got caught in the middle. It was so dramatic that you decided to call an official meeting to discuss it. Wanda complained that it was her day off, so Nat offered that you come to their house for the meeting.

As you walk up to the door now, you feel nervous. You’ve been here before of course, but usually in large group for a party. Bring alone with the two women gives you a thrilling feeling.

You knock on the door and it takes a few minutes for someone to come to the door. When they do, it’s Wanda who’s wrapped in what is a very see through robe.

“Y/n, come on in,” Wanda says. There’s almost a goofy grin on her face as she steps back for you to come in. You follow her into the living room.

“Hey rockstar,” Natasha says. She always calls you that. She’s sitting on the couch with only pants and a sports bra on.

“Natty, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get dressed for this meeting?” Wanda suggests. She bats her eyes at her wife.

“Oh, I don’t think y/n minds what we’re wearing. Do you?” Nat asks you. Your eyes linger over her toned stomach and you swallow dryly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Natasha reaches for her wife’s hand and pulls her to sit on her lap.

“Take a seat, dorogoy,” Wanda says.

You sit a respectable distance from the two women and try to ignore the way Natasha whispers something in Russian to her wife. Wanda smiles at whatever it is that she was told.

“So, did we come to any agreements about a set list?” You ask them, doing your best not to notice the way Natasha’s hand has slipped into Wanda’s robe. They aren’t usually this affectionate at the studio.

“I think so, yeah,��� Nat answers.

“I’m not so sure,” Wanda says. Nat rolls her eyes and leans back onto the couch. “I still think we need to sing Love in New York.”

“No,” Natasha immediately shuts her down.

“Why? It’s a good song! The fans love it!”

“I’m done singing a song about your ex boyfriend,” Natasha argues. She has a point.

“If I could just-“

“And you know what?” Wanda interrupts. She stands up and looks down at Natasha. “We’re not going to sing She’s A Witch either.”

“You wouldn’t dare! I wrote that for you!” Nat argues.

“I don’t like it anymore!”

You listen to them argue back in forth for who knows how long until they finally run out of things to say.

Wanda plops down on the couch next to you, much closer than before.

“What do you think, y/n?” Her voice comes out irritated but soft.

“Well since you both have a song you don’t want to sing then maybe that’s when we can work in a break for you. While the other person is singing, you can leave the stage,” you explain.

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies.

“Yeah, we never leave the stage separately,” Nat adds. “Together or nothing.”

Wanda smiles at her wife’s words. She moves closer to her again and sits in her lap again.

“Together or nothing, y/n. You have to pick which song we sing,” Wanda says.

She leans into Nat and even brings her in for a kiss. You can’t fight the way it makes you feel to see them kiss.

Natasha notices the way your press your thighs together at their display. Nat whispers another set of Russian words to Wanda that you don’t know the meaning of.

Wanda looks at you and reaches her hands out in a grabby motion. “Come closer.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, a slight shakiness is in your voice.

You move closer to the women, but not close enough as Wanda reaches to you and pulls you even closer. Your thigh brushes against Natasha’s.

“You have to pick our song, sweetheart,” Wanda says. Her hand comes to the side of your face to fix your gaze on hers. “And you need to pick mine.” She leans closer to you, so close you think she might kiss you.

“Not so fast,” Natasha cuts in, taking Wanda’s hand off of your face. “I think you should pick my song. It’s about how lovely Wanda is. And don’t you think my wife is beautiful?”

You nod and Natasha smirks at you.

“Say it,” Nat commands. “Say that you think she’s beautiful.”

“She’s beautiful,” you choke out.

“Good girl,” Natasha says. You do a poor job of holding back a whimper at her words.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” Wanda says to Nat. Something about the way she says it like you aren’t there makes your pace quicken.

“I know, sweetheart. I think maybe we should give her a show and she can decide who’s side to be on,” Natasha replies.

“Are you okay with that, y/n?” Wanda looks you again. You nod.

With that, Natasha kisses her wife like you’re not even there. Their tongues run over each others directly in front of you. You’ve never been so turned on in your life and you’re fighting every urge to reach down and touch yourself.

“You can join in if you want,” Wanda says once the kiss has broken.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you surprise yourself as you lean in and kiss Natasha first.

She’s shocked that you went for her first, but she reciprocates the kiss quickly. It’s sloppy and passionate as her hand pulls at at your hip.

“Let me have a turn,” Wanda says. She’s pouting a little bit. Nat kisses her cheek and guides your lips to Wanda’s with a hand on the back of your neck.

Wanda’s kiss is softer, but just as passionate. She holds your face in her hands and you’re so into it that you don’t notice Natasha slip off Wanda’s robe.

Nat licks and sucks Wanda’s nipples as you kiss the brunette.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda whimpers against your lips.

You take in the sight of her on Natasha’s lap completely naked.

“We were working out the set list details before you came over,” Wanda explains. “We argue best with our bodies.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Luckily, you don’t have to say anything because Natasha’s hands start to roam over the hem of your shirt. She lifts the material over your head.

Both women drink in the sight of you. Nat reaches behind your back and unhooks your bra. Wanda’s fingers take your nipples before Natasha pushes you to stand up.

“Let’s get these off,” Natasha says. She unbuttons your pants and slips them down your legs. You go to pull down your underwear, but Wanda’s hand stops you.

“Not yet, detka,” she says.

You comply as Natasha brings you onto her lap. Wanda shifts off of her so that you can straddle Nat completely.

Your core hits right on Natasha’s. You gasp at the feeling of the hardness in her pants.

Nat smirks and unbuttons her own pants and pulling her boxers down just enough to pull out her strap.

“Wanda loves this, don’t you babe?” Nat teases her wife.

“Fuck yes I do,” Wanda says. She moves to kneel on the ground in front of you two.

“Why don’t you both suck on my cock?” Natasha asks.

Wanda pulls you down to ground with her. She goes first, taking Natasha’s strap in her mouth. You watch as she takes the whole thing in one go. She’s obviously done this before. Nat reaches for your head and pushes you down onto her cock with Wanda.

Your tongue mingles with Wanda’s as you two suck Nat off. The brunette brings you in for a kiss.

“Get on the couch, baby,” Wanda commands you.

You sit next to Nat and she kisses you as Wanda buries her head between your legs. She licks through your folds, loving the taste of you on her tongue. Natasha’s hand slips down your body and her fingers work in tandem with Wanda’s tongue.

“Fuck,” you say.

“You like that?” Nat asks. She bites your neck.

“Fuck yes.”

“Yeah? You like it when my wife fucks you?”

“Yes Natasha,” you say.

She smirks partially because you admitted it and partially because she knows Wanda is about to make you come.

“Come for her, sweet girl. Come for Wanda,” Natasha says. And you do. You come hard against her mouth. She licks you clean and then leans up to kiss Natasha.

Nat accepts happily and moans at the taste of you on Wanda’s tongue.

“I want to taste you,” Natasha says to her wife. Wanda has a better idea. She lifts you off the couch.

“Get on her lap and ride her strap,” Wanda says. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say.

You hover over Natasha’s lap and she helps you onto her cock.

“Oh, you take me so well,” Natasha says. “So tight for me.”

Wanda sits on the back next to Nat on the couch. One of Nat’s hands guides your hips as the other runs over Wanda’s pussy. She’s already slick, but Natasha puts her fingers in your mouth to get Wanda even wetter. You suck her fingers and she thrusts into you.

It doesn’t take Natasha long to push you over the edge. You rest against her chest and try to breathe normally again. Natasha wears a smile on her face and you wonder if she was timing how long it would take.

“Come for me, Wands,” Natasha says as she continues to rub her wife’s pussy. “Come for daddy.”

“Fuck!” Wanda shouts as she comes.

“There we go,” Natasha says almost with a degrading tone. You lift your head off her chest and she grins at you.

You feel Wanda’s hand come to your neck and she kisses you briefly. “Y/n, baby, why don’t you help Natasha feel as good as we do?”

“Okay,” you agree.

You get off of her lap and she takes off her strap. Her glistening pussy waits for you as she spreads her legs. Wanda sits next to her side and leans her head onto her shoulder. It looks so domestic, so soft that you would never know that the two women would be having sex with you.

“Go on,” Wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lean in and lick Natasha. Her thighs shake and you realize just how worked up she is from making you and Wanda feel good.

Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring Natasha ever closer. Her wetness coats your tongue.

When you look up, Wanda is taking Natasha’s lips between her teeth and soothing the wounds with her tongue.

It motivates you to go faster, plunging your tongue into her.

“Come for her, Nat,” Wands tells her wife.

“Fuck,” Natasha says as she comes.

You emerge from between her legs. Wanda pulls you into both of their laps and you share a kiss with the women.

“So, who’s song do you pick?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, um- how about you two write a new song? Together or nothing,” you suggest.

Wanda laughs and kisses your cheek. Natasha chuckles as well.

“I like that idea, sweetheart,” Wanda says.

“Maybe we’ll write it about you,” Natasha adds.

You smile shyly. The women kiss your cheeks at the same time and you snuggle against them.

Maybe from now on the two of them won’t be so hard to manage. After all, you understand their process now and they both plan on involving you in it over and over again.

The Scarlet Widow always was your favorite band.

[kissitbttr]

ok hear me out, frat!miguel is now professionalplayer!miguel and is asked to do a photoshoot for sports illustrated or sum shit lol and he’s asked about his fiancé, what would he say? how would muñeca react???

nfl!miguel?? say no more!

—

“miguel o’hara! the upcoming legend, how you doing?” brice butler greets the tall man with a handshake. “damn, you huge” he chuckles,

miguel mirrors his action, sitting by the side with a mic on his hand. “i’m good, good—it’s an honored to meet you, man. big fan”

“thank you, thank you— so, sports illustrated, right? how you feeling about that?”

“yeah, truly a blessing to be here—i want to personally thank the team and you for the invite—it’s still surreal” he sighs, head shaking at making the impossible.

“we know talent when we see one, of course we gotta have you on here” brice praises with a grin. “congrats on making it with the big boys. bengals, man” he shakes his head with a whistle,

“still can’t wrap my head around it—a dream come true” miguel nods,

“how’s the training going?”

“really well, i have a good feeling about all of us in the future—the team has been putting in work, so there’s no doubt we’re making it” he answers simply, which is something he knows for sure,

“that’s good to hear, man. what’s the hardest part of it all? though i can tell, you make it easy but there’s gotta be something”

miguel thinks for a while, “the diet if i’m being honest” he responds, making the two men laugh. “can’t pay me enough to eat chicken and rice for months—especially when you got a girl who cooks delicious food. you’re bound to break”

brice eyes go wide open, glancing at the camera then back at him. “a girl you say? you’re telling me our man here is cuffed?!” he asks excitedly,

miguel’s grin goes wider, nodding at him before showing his ring finger. “my fiancée. y/n”

“you’re going to break a lot of hearts with that info” brice jokes, admiring the ring. “how long have you been together?”

“sophomore” he replies, eyes glinting at the mere thought of you crossing his mind. “been my girl ever since”

“wow!” brice looks unbelievably surprised. “staying loyal, huh?”

“she tames me” miguel laughs, “has me wrapped around her finger, couldn’t even find other girls attractive no more” he shrugs,

“damn—other men has lots to learn from you then” brice answers with a smile. “how did she feel about this all of this?”

“oh she’s been real supportive, man. everything a guy could ever asked for. she got it all” miguel feels this interview a little bit brighter when he gets to talk about you. “pushes me to do better, to sign with bengals, cook us food”

brice makes a mental note on what makes him happy. he loves seeing young men in the making to feel good on what they talk about and not just football.

it’s where authenticity comes. at least to brice.

“so happy for you man—at least now we know that you’re locked in. those edits on tiktok gotta lay off” brice says while chuckling, making miguel laugh as well and throws his head back,

“she’s here actually” he mentions to brice, eyes then look straight ahead before glancing a bit to the left, spotting you standing just a few feet away from the camera in a pretty dress. “say hi, baby” miguel calls out, grinning widely.

the camera then pans slowly at you, who smiles and gives a shy wave and ‘hi’ at your soon to be husband and the interviewer beside him,

“hi, mrs. o’hara” brice waves back, “you keeping this big boy on a leash, ma’am?”

“oh always! people has to know who he’s tied to so no one’s messing with me!” your respond causing the entire room to cheer and laugh,

“feisty one you got there, o’hara” brice is dying of laughter, slapping a hand on miguel’s back,

miguel’s eyes never leaving your figure, sending a wink to your way as you response with a small blow kiss.

“you have no idea, man”

[wannabehockeygf]

think later - jeremy swayman

part of the think later fic series

"Met you on a night out in Boston, Put your hand on my thigh in the Commons, Been drinkin' somethin' blue turn my phone off, 'Cause if it's not you, I don't wanna talk."

*** request: I actually had two for this exact thing! you guys better be best friends! 

"Would you be able to do Jeremy Swayman with Think Later? For the Boston part. Also would you be able to make it a happy/finished ending, but maybe with angst mixed in? Thank youu!! You are an amazing writer!"

"Maybe think later with Jeremy Swayman? Kinda like the song goes “met you at night out in Boston” kinda fluff but also smutty?? If not totally okay!" summary: a double date you didn't want to go on twists into something intense... and more so. word count: 7.6k pairing: jeremy swayman x fem!reader warnings: alcohol, some steamy stuff nothing too crazy notes: - ty for the requests! - ya'll as a leafs fan this feels like fucking treason i can't lie... - my headcanon for trent frederic is "silly" - before anyone asks, yes, I know he isn't that tall, but i wrote this entire thing thinking he was like 6'6 and I will not be revising it. i must research better LMAO - i love how i went from hockey players doing hard drugs to hockey players being cute LOL requests that challenge me are goldennn ***

You never gave much thought to your love life. Not because you didn’t want to, but because it was easier that way—dating had never been your thing. You had plenty of stories, none of them good. So, like any rational adult, you stopped trying. Since sophomore year of college, you hadn’t even hugged a guy, much less been on a date. It wasn’t until your roommate brought up her utterly ridiculous idea that it even crossed your mind again.

"A double date," she said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

You laughed, thinking it was a joke. "No thanks."

But now, here you are, walking into a crowded, sticky bar in Boston, tugged along by her insistent hand. The sound of chatter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of bad pop music assaulted your senses, and you already felt out of place. This definitely wasn’t part of your plan for the night.

You trail behind your roommate like a sheep being led to the world’s least exciting slaughter. Why are you here again? Your arms cross protectively over your chest, already bracing for awkward small talk and forced laughter. As you near the booth, you dare a glance at your date, but immediately decide against it. Nope, not ready for that yet. Instead, your eyes zero in on your roommate’s boyfriend, already seated with a smug grin, obviously pleased with himself for somehow orchestrating this.

"Hey, Trent, how are you?" you mumble, keeping your focus on the sticky, laminated menu lying flat on the table. You slide into the booth next to the other guy, your legs awkwardly brushing against the cold, ripped pleather of the seat.

Across from you, Trent greets you back, then launches into some conversation—beer, Boston sports, or his new protein shake obsession. Who even knows at this point? Your roommate is nodding along, her face lighting up like she hasn’t heard the exact same spiel a hundred times before.

You flick your gaze over to the guy next to you—your date, you remind yourself. Forcing your eyes up to get a better look at him, you note that he hasn’t spoken yet. Probably for the best. He doesn’t look terrible. Definitely not winning any awards tonight, but not bad. Brown hair, kind of messy—not in the cute “I woke up like this” way, more like the “I actually just rolled out of bed” kind.

You clear your throat, filling the silence between you with what feels like an elephant sitting on your chest. "So," you begin, glancing at the menu again before diving into the obligatory introductions, "I guess I should know your name?"

The guy turns to you, his expression a mix of mild surprise and amusement. "Jeremy," he says, extending his hand like you’re in a job interview.

You blink at him, suppressing a snort. Jeremy? Really? Who even names their kid Jeremy these days? You shake his hand, which is surprisingly warm despite the bar’s overly aggressive air conditioning. "Jeremy, huh?" you muse, a smirk pulling at the corner of your lips before you can stop yourself. "Do I call you Jere for short? Or… Remy?"

His eyebrow quirks. "Most people stick with Jeremy."

You shrug, feeling a bit proud for breaking the ice, even if it’s by lightly mocking him. "Remy it is then." You go back to pretending to seriously consider the overpriced cocktails.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him watching you, probably trying to figure out if you’re joking or just weird. Spoiler alert: it’s both. But you’re used to that. He doesn’t seem too put off, which you count as a win.

A few minutes pass, filled with Trent’s loud commentary and your roommate giggling like she’s never heard a more fascinating story. You, on the other hand, are trying to avoid more eye contact with Remy. Small talk’s not your thing, and the awkward tension creeping up your spine isn’t helping.

"You wanna go grab drinks?" Jeremy—Remy—asks suddenly, cutting through the haze of bar noise.

Your eyes snap up from the menu. "Oh, um, sure." Standing up definitely sounds better than listening to more fantasy football updates from Trent.

As you slide out of the booth, your leg awkwardly bumps Jeremy’s knee. Perfect start. He follows you, and when he stands, your brain short-circuits for a second. He keeps standing. And standing. Holy—this guy is tall. Like, unexpectedly tall.

You look up at him, blinking a few times. "Whoa," you mutter under your breath before you can stop yourself. Of course, he notices.

Jeremy glances down at you, and for a second, you swear his cheeks flush—not quite red, but somewhere between embarrassed and amused. "Yeah, uh… I get that a lot."

You blink up at him again, still processing how tall he is. Honestly, why isn’t he playing for the Celtics? His height has to be illegal. “I bet you do, Remy,” you say, trying to play it off with a grin that feels only half-convincing.

He smiles—or kind of. It’s more like a twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he’s not sure whether to find you funny or confusing. That makes two of you.

As you walk toward the bar, you become hyper-aware of how your shoulder barely reaches his elbow. Every step makes you feel like you’ve wandered into the land of giants. You wonder if he has to duck through doorways like some kind of mythological creature—except, instead of intimidating, he’s just… Jeremy.

The bar area is as packed as the rest of the place, bodies pressed together, the smell of beer and cheap cologne thick in the air. You find an empty spot by the counter, but Jeremy hovers awkwardly a few feet away, unsure where to fit his limbs.

“Well,” you quip, glancing over at him with a smirk, “at least you’ll never lose me in a crowd.”

He laughs, a low, genuine sound that surprises you. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

You stick close to him, feeling the space between you. He looms over you in a way that’s not intimidating, just confusing. He stands there, fidgeting slightly, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. You suddenly wonder if he gets neck cramps from talking to women.

The bartender finally notices you, after what feels like forever of watching him flip cocktail shakers like he’s auditioning for Coyote Ugly. You tap your fingers on the bar, impatient. “So, what’s the plan, Remy? You ordering a protein shake, or are we going with something stronger?” You smirk, already anticipating his reaction.

He chuckles, leaning slightly closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Shots,” he says simply.

You blink, not sure you heard him right. “Shots? Like… tequila shots?”

His lips twitch into that almost-smile again. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”

You weigh your options. You could go for something mild and responsible. Or, you could take the plunge. Anything’s better than sitting through another lecture on proper bench press form.

“Alright,” you say, squaring your shoulders. “Shots it is. But if I regret this later, I’m blaming you.”

Jeremy’s smile widens ever so slightly, and he waves down the bartender with ease. He orders two tequila shots, and the bartender doesn’t even question it.

You glance at your roommate, still wrapped up in Trent’s nonsense. She hasn’t even noticed you’ve escaped.

“To surviving the night,” Jeremy says, lifting his glass.

You stare at the shot for a second too long, then clink your glass against his before downing it. The burn hits immediately, spreading warmth down your throat. “Okay, wow,” you mutter, blinking. “That’s… strong.”

Jeremy laughs, not phased at all. Of course, he isn’t. This guy’s probably immune to tequila.

“Want another?” he asks casually, like it’s no big deal.

You blink at him, trying to gauge if he’s serious. “Are you trying to kill me?”

He shrugs, leaning on the bar. “Figured it’d help break the ice.”

You snort, shaking your head. “The first one shattered it.” But you’re already feeling more relaxed. Maybe he’s right.

You gesture to the bartender again, feeling a little bolder now. “Alright, Remy. Let’s do another.”

He smiles—like, actually smiles this time—and the expression transforms his whole face. You realize just now how serious he had looked before, like he was equally unsure about this entire situation. But now, with that smile, he looks... not bad. Maybe even kinda cute, in a tall, awkward way.

The bartender slides another two shots your way, and you brace yourself once more. “Okay,” you say, grabbing your glass and giving Jeremy a sidelong glance. “But after this, we’re switching to something less lethal.”

Jeremy chuckles softly, raising his shot glass in agreement. “Deal.”

The second shot goes down easier than the first, probably because your body has already accepted its fate. You set the glass down, blinking as the familiar warmth spreads through you. For a moment, the noise of the bar fades into the background, and you find yourself more relaxed than you’ve been all night.

You glance up at Jeremy, feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward. “Okay, Jeremy,” you begin, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. “So what’s your deal? You play hockey, right?”

You lean in closer, trying to gauge Jeremy’s reaction. The tequila buzz has kicked in just enough to make you feel more daring, loosening the tension that had knotted in your chest since you first walked into the bar. His smile is still there—small, but it reaches his eyes this time, a slight glimmer of something warmer than you’d expected from the guy who looked like he might rather be anywhere else.

Jeremy tilts his head slightly, meeting your gaze. “Yeah, I do. You into hockey?”

The question catches you off guard. Hockey? You hadn’t expected that. Your mind spins for a second, trying to recall any bit of knowledge about the sport—something, anything—to avoid sounding completely clueless. You know hockey players tend to have messy hair and muscles that could probably bench press a small car. That’s a fact, right?

You tilt your head in mock seriousness, the corners of your lips quirking up as you reply, “Does it count if I’ve seen Mighty Ducks?”

That earns a genuine laugh from Jeremy, his shoulders shaking slightly as he leans a little closer to you, still keeping his voice low over the noise. “We’ll call it a start,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, but not the uncomfortable kind—the kind that leaves you acutely aware of how close he is now.

You clear your throat, trying to refocus. The alcohol is definitely doing its job, making it easier to talk, easier to joke, but also making it harder to ignore the way Jeremy is looking at you now—like he’s actually interested. It’s a shift you hadn’t quite expected, but there it is.

“What about you?” Jeremy asks, shifting in his spot and propping his elbow on the bar like you two are just casually catching up at some coffee shop, not drowning in tequila at a sticky Boston bar. “You don’t seem too thrilled to be on this date.”

You can’t help but smirk at Jeremy's question. “Me? Excited?” You glance toward your roommate, now fully engrossed in what can only be described as an Olympic-level makeout session with Trent. You turn back to Jeremy, arching a brow. “I mean, can you blame me for feeling... left out of the fun?”

He follows your gaze, his lips quirking in amusement as he sees what you mean. “Guess they’re having a good night,” he remarks dryly, leaning on the bar a bit more comfortably now, like he’s settled into the chaos of the evening.

“They don’t ever take a break, I swear,” you mutter, the words dripping with sarcasm. You lift your empty shot glass, twisting it between your fingers, using it as a distraction. The alcohol has already loosened the knot of anxiety in your stomach, but that doesn’t stop the self-conscious feeling creeping back in.

You set the shot glass down, your fingers lingering on the rim, feeling the cool condensation as you give Jeremy a sidelong glance. His eyes are still on you, curious but relaxed, like he’s trying to figure you out, piece by piece. The hum of the crowd, the clinking of glasses, even the relentless thump of bad pop music—it all melts away, leaving just the two of you in this small, oddly intimate corner of the bar.

“So,” he says, leaning in just enough to close the space between you without being overbearing, “What exactly do you mean by ‘they don’t take a break?’” His voice is low, with just a hint of teasing curiosity. The smirk playing at his lips lets you know he’s more than a little interested in the answer.

You hesitate for a second, letting your fingers trace idle circles on the bar as you debate how much to reveal. The flickering light from behind the bar catches the glint of your glass, and you glance up at him, meeting his gaze head-on. He’s waiting, intrigued, and honestly, the tequila is doing enough heavy lifting that you don’t feel the need to hold back.

“Well,” you begin, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret, though the din of the bar makes sure no one else is listening. “Let’s just say living with her has been… educational.” You shoot him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. “They’re not exactly quiet, if you know what I mean.”

Jeremy blinks, his eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise before a slow grin spreads across his face. “Seriously?” he asks, his tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Like… how often are we talking?”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you roll your eyes. “Oh, please. You have no idea. Every other night—if I’m lucky. Sometimes I’m sitting in the living room, minding my own business, and then—bam—Trent’s there, and, well… things escalate quickly.”

The mental image of your roommate and Trent’s frequent… activities is enough to make you cringe, and yet, you find yourself laughing about it now. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or maybe it’s the fact that Jeremy seems to find the whole situation as ridiculous as you do. Either way, you don’t mind sharing the awkward truth.

“So, what, you’re just, sex-negative?” he suddenly asks, his voice dropping slightly as he leans closer, clearly enjoying this conversation more than you expected.

You blink at Jeremy’s question, caught slightly off guard by the shift in the conversation. Sex-negative? Definitely not. But how do you explain the dry spell without it sounding like you’ve been living under a rock? The last thing you want is for him to think you’re inexperienced, but also, it’s not exactly something you’re eager to dive into—especially in a bar.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you lean back slightly, running your fingers along the cool surface of your glass. “Negative? No, not at all,” you respond, your tone light and playful, dodging the question without outright avoiding it. “I just think there’s such a thing as… moderation, you know? Not everyone’s out there trying to set world records.”

Jeremy laughs, a low, easy sound that rumbles in his chest, and you feel the warmth of his amusement lingering in the air between you. His eyes flicker down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again, something a little more intent simmering beneath his casual expression.

"Moderation, huh?" he teases, resting his elbow on the bar and leaning in just a bit closer. His voice lowers, like it’s a secret he’s only willing to share with you. “So… you're not exactly a frequent flyer these days?”

Your heart stutters for a second, and you immediately realize this conversation is skating on thin ice—fun, sure, but also dangerous territory. The tequila in your system makes it easier to respond with a coy, teasing smile instead of outright flustered honesty.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you reply, biting your lip as you meet his gaze. His proximity is undeniable now, his cologne subtly mixing with the scent of the bar, making the space between you feel smaller, more intimate. The warmth of his body radiates toward you, and you can’t help but feel a growing tension with every lingering glance. “Let’s just say I’m… picky.”

The smirk on Jeremy’s lips grows wider as he watches you carefully. There’s a challenge in his eyes, a knowing look that makes your stomach flip with both excitement and apprehension. His gaze travels lazily over your features, taking in the way your lips curve, the soft flutter of your lashes, before settling on your eyes once more.

"Picky, huh?" he echoes, his tone teasing but layered with a hint of intrigue. He lets the word hang in the air for a moment, his fingers drumming softly on the bar, almost like he's gauging your reaction. "I guess that means… you’re hard to impress."

You feel a flush creep up your neck, but you’re quick to counter. “It’s not about being hard to impress. Just… discerning.”

The word lingers between you, wrapped in unspoken meaning, and Jeremy’s expression shifts—less playful now, more curious, like he’s peeling back layers. His eyes flicker down to your lips again, and this time, they linger there, just for a heartbeat too long.

“And what exactly does it take to impress you?” he asks, his voice dropping lower, softer, so that the question feels like it’s meant only for your ears. His elbow on the bar brings him even closer, and you can feel the faintest brush of his knee against yours under the table. It’s enough to send a pulse of awareness through you, and you suddenly find it harder to keep your breathing steady.

You swallow, your thoughts racing as you try to formulate a reply without giving too much away. You’re enjoying this dance of flirtation, but it’s getting harder to stay detached when his eyes are practically smoldering in the dim light of the bar.

“It’s not something you can just list off,” you say, your voice a little more breathless than intended. “It’s… more of a feeling.”

Jeremy’s gaze darkens, his smirk softening into something more serious, more intent. “A feeling, huh?” His voice is a hushed murmur now, intimate in a way that makes your pulse quicken. His fingers brush ever so lightly against your hand, sending a spark of electricity up your arm. "And are you feeling anything right now?"

Your breath catches, your mind racing for a moment, but then you lean in, closing the space between you, your lips almost brushing his ear as you whisper, “Maybe.”

It’s the way his body shifts subtly, the way his breath hitches at your words, that tells you this game is on a knife's edge now. The air between you is thick, charged, every glance and movement loaded with the weight of unspoken possibilities.

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, and the intensity there makes your heart race. For a moment, neither of you says anything, the noise of the bar fading even further into the background. The tension between you is palpable, humming in the space where your bodies are just barely not touching.

“You’re making this very difficult,” you mutter, barely loud enough to be heard over the distant hum of the bar. You give him a playful smirk, trying to deflect the growing tension, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s not letting you off that easily.

“Oh, I am?” His voice is a low murmur, teasing but edged with something else, something darker. He leans in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. His lips hover just near your ear, and he’s so close that the scent of his cologne mixes with the faint musk of the bar, making you dizzy in the best way. “I don’t know… seems like you’re handling it just fine.”

Your heart skips a beat at the way he says it, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with meaning. His fingers slip away from yours, trailing a path up your arm, slow and deliberate, and you can’t help the way your body reacts—goosebumps rising on your skin, a shiver running down your spine.

He’s testing you. And you know it.

You take a slow breath, biting your lip as you meet his gaze. The teasing, playful banter from earlier feels miles away now, replaced by something far more electric. “Oh, I’m handling it?” you echo, your voice steady, though your pulse is anything but. “You sure about that?”

Jeremy grins, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something much more primal. He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re not exactly hiding it well,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, the words sending a jolt of heat through your body.

You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs as you try to stay composed. His proximity, his voice, the way his hand is now resting on your knee, fingers just barely grazing the inside of your bare leg—it’s all too much, and yet not enough. There’s a part of you that wants to play it cool, to keep this dance going, but the other part—the part that’s been aching for this, for him—is ready to break.

You lean in, your lips dangerously close to his ear now, letting your breath brush his skin as you speak. “You think I’m hiding something?” you whisper, your voice soft but filled with challenge.

His hand tightens slightly on your knee, the pressure sending a wave of heat through you, and he lets out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrates against your chest. “Oh, I know you are,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear as he speaks. “You’ve been dodging my questions all night.”

You laugh softly, the sound more breathless than you intended. You can feel the tension building between you, the way every small touch, every whispered word, is pulling you both closer to the edge. “Maybe I just like keeping you guessing,” you reply, your voice low, playful, but laced with the same tension that’s thrumming between you.

Jeremy pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze again. His eyes are dark, full of intent, and the look he gives you is enough to make your stomach flip. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice soft but intense. “Is that it? Or…” His hand moves a little higher on your thigh, his fingers brushing the soft skin just beneath the hem of your dress, and your breath hitches. “...maybe you just don’t want to admit that it’s been a while.”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a split second, you forget how to breathe. He’s hit too close to the mark, and the sudden rush of heat to your cheeks betrays you before you can think of a response.

Jeremy’s grin widens, and he leans in again, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he whispers, his voice soft but filled with that same teasing edge. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You feel your pulse quicken, your mind racing as you try to think of something to say, some witty comeback that doesn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right. But the truth is, you can’t deny the way your body is reacting to him, the way every touch, every whispered word, is making it harder and harder to keep your composure.

“Maybe,” you manage, your voice soft, but the word feels more like a confession than you intended.

Jeremy lets out a low, throaty chuckle, and the sound sends a wave of heat coursing through your body. His hand moves higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your thigh, and you can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat.

“Thought so,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear again. “I can tell.”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way his touch is making your entire body hum with anticipation. “You’re awfully sure of yourself,” you mutter, though your voice lacks the bite you were aiming for.

Jeremy pulls back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m just paying attention,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. His hand moves higher still, and you feel your heart race, every nerve in your body on edge. “And right now… you’re giving me all the right signals.”

You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure, but the way his hand is resting on your thigh, the heat of his touch burning through the fabric of your dress, is making it impossible to think straight.

“Signals?” You manage to echo, your voice far softer than you’d intended. You try to inject a bit of bite into it, but it’s lost in the haze that’s settled over your brain. The way his fingers toy with the hem of your dress is enough to scramble your thoughts completely, making you hyperaware of every point where your skin is just barely—achingly—touching his.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your earlobe, and you swear you feel your entire body tighten in anticipation. “Mmhmm,” he hums, his voice low and rough, full of wicked intent. “You know what kind of signals.”

You swallow, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but the way his hand slides higher on your thigh—so casually possessive—has you fighting a gasp. His lips barely graze the sensitive skin just below your ear, his breath sending goosebumps racing across your skin, and it takes everything in you to not visibly shudder at the sensation.

“I can feel how tense you are,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and confident, the words practically dripping with suggestiveness. “Bet I could help with that. Get you to relax a little…” His fingers press just slightly into your skin, as though testing the waters, and you bite your lip to stifle the noise building in your throat. “You’d like it if I got my hands on you, wouldn’t you?”

You let out a shaky laugh, trying to play it off, but his hand is still slowly, deliberately inching higher under the table, and it has your mind short-circuiting. “Relax? With you around? Not likely,” you manage, though your voice wobbles a bit at the end, betraying the nerves he’s stoking.

Jeremy smiles, his eyes dark and full of intent as they flicker from your lips to your eyes, studying every flicker of emotion that crosses your face. “Oh, I think you’d be surprised,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that sends another wave of goosebumps racing up your arms. He leans in again, his breath hot against your ear, and the proximity, the way his lips brush against your skin as he speaks, makes your entire body tense up.

His fingers trail lightly along your inner thigh, and you bite your lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to lean into him, to just let go of the tension that’s been coiling tighter and tighter inside you. “You’re so damn worked up,” he whispers, the words rolling off his tongue like a secret he’s been waiting to tell you. “I can feel it. Bet you’ve been thinking about this all night. Wondering what it’d be like to let me take care of you.”

Your pulse spikes, and you feel a hot flush crawl up your neck, his words hitting too close to the truth for comfort. You can’t stop the way your body reacts, though, the ache in your chest, the way your breath hitches when his fingers press a little harder against your thigh.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” you shoot back, your voice steadier than you feel, but there’s a hitch in it that gives you away.

“Oh?” His lips are so close to your ear now, his breath warm and teasing. “Then why haven’t you pulled away?” His fingers skim higher, brushing the hem of your dress, and you shudder, the heat pooling low in your belly almost too much to handle.

You don’t have an answer for that. Not a good one, at least. Not one that’ll wipe that smug look off his face.

Instead, you let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. The way he’s looking at you—it’s like he already knows exactly what’s going on in your head. It’s unnerving, but at the same time, it’s thrilling in a way that makes your pulse race even faster.

Jeremy seems to notice your reaction, his grin widening as he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes gleaming with that same wicked intent. “You ready to get out of here?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with heat.

The question sends a jolt of excitement through you, your heart racing as you meet his gaze. It’s a simple question, but the way he says it, the way his hand is still resting on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin—it feels like so much more.

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as you bite your lip. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Let’s go.”

The next few moments pass in a blur of movement and quick glances as the two of you leave the bar, the energy between you crackling with anticipation. Time seems to warp as you slip into a cab, the heat of Jeremy’s body next to yours making every second feel drawn out and charged with potential.

Then, before you know it, you’re at his place—his hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the door. It feels like the air between you is buzzing, thick with all the unspoken tension that’s been building all night.

You barely register the sound of the door clicking shut behind you as Jeremy’s lips crash against yours, slow and deliberate but with an undeniable intensity that sends your heart racing. His hands are immediately on you, slipping under your dress, fingers grazing the bare skin of your back as he pulls you closer, pressing his body against yours. The kiss is like a spark, igniting everything inside you, and you feel yourself melting into him, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

The room around you feels hazy, almost dreamlike, the low hum of the city outside muffled by the thick tension hanging between you. It’s just the two of you now, and the weight of all the playful banter, the teasing touches, the knowing glances throughout the night—it all comes crashing down in a flood of adrenaline and need.

You break the kiss for a moment, gasping for air as Jeremy’s lips trail down the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, and you know they’ll bloom into bruises come morning, but you don’t care. Your hands, not to be outdone, find their way under his shirt, fingers splayed against the warm skin of his chest as you tug it upward, desperate to feel more of him. He helps, shrugging out of it in one fluid motion, and before you even have time to fully appreciate the sight of him, he’s back on you, his mouth capturing yours once again with a renewed sense of urgency.

The sensation of his hands slipping lower, teasing the hem of your dress, for real this time, has you biting back a gasp, your breath hitching as his fingers ghost along your thighs. It’s impossible to think, your mind fogged over with the sheer intensity of it all—the way his lips move against yours, the way his hands seem to know exactly where to touch, how to make your entire body light up with anticipation.

Somehow, between the tangled limbs and feverish kisses, you find yourself backed up against the kitchen counter. It’s cold against your legs, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from Jeremy’s body, and the next thing you know, he’s lifting you effortlessly onto it. You let out a surprised laugh, the sound breathless and airy, but there’s no time to dwell on it as he steps between your legs, his hands running up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.

“So eager,” you manage to tease, though your voice is shaky, breathless, and your words falter as his hands slide further up, brushing over the bare skin of your hips. His grin in response is smug, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, like he knows how close you are to completely unraveling under his touch.

“I could say the same about you,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. His fingers make quick work of the zipper on your dress, the fabric slipping off your shoulders as he pushes it down, exposing more of your skin to the cool air of the apartment.

You try to respond, but the words die in your throat the second his lips find your collarbone, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and before you know it, his fingers are wrapping around the waistband of your underwear. He pulls back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and full of hunger as they rake over you, making your skin flush under his gaze.

But you’re not one to be outdone. With a mischievous grin, you tug him closer by the waistband of his jeans, your fingers slipping under the fabric as you pull him in for another heated kiss. His hands are everywhere, exploring, teasing, and it’s almost too much—the way his touch sets your skin alight, the way his lips move against yours, the sheer electricity pulsing between you.

Just as your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, your heart pounding in your ears, there’s a sound—faint, but unmistakable. The door creaks open. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat, and for a split second, you think you’ve imagined it. But then there’s a voice.

“Yo, Jere, I—oh, shit.”

The voice, familiar and horrified, cuts through the tension like a bucket of cold water. You freeze, your hand literally in Jeremy’s pants, and your eyes snap to the doorway.

Trent.

Jeremy groans, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder as if the universe has just played the cruelest joke on him as you quickly jerk your hand back. “Are you serious right now?” he mutters under his breath, clearly fighting the urge to yell.

Trent stands there, eyes wide, clearly not expecting to walk in on this scene. “I, uh... I didn’t know... You didn’t say—”

Jeremy lifts his head, his expression somewhere between murderous and resigned. “Because I didn’t think I’d have to, Trent.”

You try to stifle a laugh, the situation so utterly absurd that you can’t help it. The whole thing is so comically tragic—like something out of a bad sitcom. You’re half undressed on a kitchen counter, Jeremy’s shirtless, and Trent is standing in the doorway looking like he just walked into a horror movie.

Trent, bless him, looks mortified. “I—I just—” He gestures wildly toward the door. “I got locked out of my place, and I was hoping…”

Jeremy seems ready to combust. He pulls away from you slightly, his hands still on your thighs but his face twisted in exasperation as he turns to Trent. “You’re kidding me, right?” Jeremy’s voice is tight, like he's holding onto the last thread of his patience. "You didn’t think—maybe—a text?"

Trent shrugs, his hands now nervously fiddling with his keys, and you can’t help but notice how absolutely, wonderfully oblivious he seems to the monumental cock-block he’s just performed. It’s like watching a train wreck, but instead of crashing, it’s just awkwardly derailing in slow motion. He looks like a lost puppy who’s wandered into a room he wasn’t supposed to be in but can’t figure out how to get back out.

Jeremy groans, the sound a mix of pure frustration and disbelief, and you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips. You stifle a laugh, but it bubbles up anyway, a soft, breathless giggle that you try to cover with your hand.

"Trent," you manage to say, trying to sound casual despite the fact that you're half-dressed and sitting on a counter like you’re in the middle of a steamy romance novel. "Maybe... maybe you could go...?" You trail off, attempting to subtly guide him toward the exit with a hopeful smile.

But Trent, bless his soul, doesn’t pick up on any of it. He scratches the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the floor. “Yeah, I mean... I didn’t think I’d be interrupting... uh, this...” He waves a hand vaguely in your direction, and Jeremy’s jaw clenches. “But since I’m here, I thought maybe... you know, I could crash? Until I can get back into my place? Like, just for a bit?”

There’s a beat of silence, so thick and awkward it feels like you could slice through it with a butter knife. You can practically feel Jeremy’s eye twitching beside you. You open your mouth to try again, this time a little more direct.

“Trent,” Jeremy starts this time, beating you, and his voice is steady, though there’s a distinct edge to it now, “this really isn’t a good time.”

There it is. Another hint. The gentle, polite way of saying, Please, for the love of God, get out. You hold your breath, waiting for Trent to get the message, to back away slowly and give you back the moment that’s still buzzing in the air between you and Jeremy. But Trent, bless him, doesn’t seem to pick up on the signals. Not even a little.

“Oh, right, right,” Trent says, nodding vigorously as though he’s just realized the gravity of the situation. And for a second, you think he’s about to leave. But no. He glances around the room awkwardly, eyes landing on the couch behind you. “I’ll just, uh... crash here for a bit, yeah? While I figure out the whole locked-out situation?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Is he serious?

You glance at Jeremy, whose entire body stiffens in response. His hands slip away from your hips, and he slowly turns to face Trent, like he’s gearing up to deliver a death blow. But instead, all that comes out is a strained, “Trent...”

Trent, still oblivious to the mounting tension, plops himself onto the couch like this is a totally normal occurrence. “Man, it’s freezing out there tonight. You got Netflix, right, Jere? I could really use something to take my mind off... well, everything.”

Jeremy lets out a long, frustrated sigh, dropping his forehead against your shoulder again. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters, voice muffled against your skin.

You can’t help it—you start laughing, soft at first but then uncontrollably, the sheer absurdity of the situation too much to contain. “This is... I mean... of course this is happening.” You’re still breathless from Jeremy’s kisses, your skin tingling, but the laughter bubbling up inside you is impossible to hold back.

Jeremy pulls back, shaking his head with a look of complete and utter disbelief. “He’s... he’s actually staying.” His tone is incredulous, as if he can’t quite fathom how Trent is that completely clueless.

You shrug, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Well, he did get locked out of his place.”

Jeremy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, and for a second you think he might actually lose it. But then, the corner of his mouth twitches, and you realize he’s fighting off a grin. “We were this close.” He holds his fingers an inch apart, glaring toward the living room like Trent has personally offended him on the deepest level.

You shrug, biting your lip to keep from laughing outright. “He really doesn’t get it, does he?”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow, and you can see him wrestling with the idea of throwing Trent out versus just giving in to the ridiculousness of it all. “Apparently not.”

Trent, blissfully unaware of the war raging behind Jeremy’s eyes, is already flipping through Netflix, humming some random tune under his breath. “You guys cool with an action movie? Or maybe a rom-com?” he calls over his shoulder.

You and Jeremy share a look, both of you incredulous, both of you trying to come to terms with the fact that you’ve gone from about to hook up to... movie night. On the couch. With Trent.

“Well,” you say, hopping down from the counter, smoothing your dress with a sigh, “Looks like we’re watching Netflix.”

Jeremy just stares at you for a long moment, then shakes his head, muttering something under his breath about murder. He grabs his shirt from the floor, pulling it back on with a huff of defeat. “I’m never gonna let him live this down,” he grumbles, his voice low enough that only you can hear it.

You can’t help but smirk, despite the situation. “Could’ve been worse,” you say lightly, stepping closer and brushing your fingers teasingly against his side. “Oh yeah?” He replies, his voice taking on the same teasing tone, “How?”

“Well,” you say, lowering your voice so only he can hear, your lips brushing against his ear, “at least we weren’t naked yet.”

Jeremy’s eyes darken for a split second, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “You’re really not making this any easier, you know that?”

You grin, your heart skipping a beat at the low timbre of his voice, but before you can respond, Trent finally picks a movie. “Ah! Found one!” He leans back on the couch, stretching his arms out like he’s settling in for the night. “You guys coming or what?”

Jeremy straightens up with a sigh, casting one last glance at you before muttering, “This is the worst night of my life.” But you can see the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, like even he can’t help but laugh at how utterly ridiculous this all is.

And so, with a shared look of resignation, you follow Jeremy to the couch. Because what else can you do?

“Popcorn?” Trent asks cheerfully, like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

Jeremy leans back with a sigh, throwing an arm casually over the back of the couch behind you. “Sure, Trent. Why not?”

[michellemisfit]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for creating the game and for the tag @jrooc thanks for the tag @vintagelacerosette

Today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Michelle, michellemisfit

Current Location: Living room, surrounded by feathers, as I’m currently fletching some arrows

Favourite picrew: This one is pretty fucking spot on. Or at least it was at the time. Hair is very different now. But then, hair is always different… lol

Also this one is spiritually VERY me

What's one thing you want in a picrew? Ability to add coloured streaks! And a wide selection of scars, or alternatively the ability to move them around the screen. Either is fine. But mostly the hair thing. My hair is generally 4 different colours. Don’t try and limit me to one!!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Erm… 3 way tie between Mexico Gallacrafts, Fimo Gallavich, and Cookie Gallavich? Maybe? Argh. Turns out, looking back at my art tag… I’ve created some pretty cool stuff. Huh. Yay me.

Why is it your favourite? I don’t really do photography, and I’m really proud of the idea behind and the execution of that photo. And while I LOVE drawing more than anything, I don’t think I’m exceptional or anything. But I’m damn creative when it comes to silly 3D craft projects, so both Fimo Gallavich and Cookie Gallavich make me happy and feel like something not just anyone could do… I dunno.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? It was LONG to create. Both cookie and Fimo Gallavich took several days in total. And I think that’s the other thing I like about myself. I am willing to put in the work, and it usually pays off.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Hah! You’ll be able to corroborate this, I’m not just sucking up!! LOL I’m currently reading Camp is a Battlefield by @blue-disco-lights, @jrooc, and @mybrainismelted, with artwork by @creepkinginc, so that’s the last one I commented on :)

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I mean… every single WIP I have ever started reading, only to realise that maybe there won’t be any more of it… 😱 Every. Single. One. They’re all special, and they all hurt in their own special ways. And I will remain subscribed to all of them FOREVER, because you never know!!

Also? Comment on WIPs. Tell authors how much joy the story brought you, how much space it’s occupying in your brain, how much you would love to see it continue but how happy you are to have read as much of the story as there is because it’s changed your brain chemistry… do NOT comment saying ‘next chapter when?’, cause that makes you a dick bag.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I’m a sucker for fake dating, only one bed, and a soulmate AU 🤷🏽‍♂️

Least favourite? …not a huge fan of kid fic, but hey, all it takes is a great author to make it work.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Again, do not kink shame, because you’re only ever one good fanfic away from discovering something about yourself you did NOT see coming…

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Exhausted and antsy. Is it good enough? Are people gonna like it? Should I even bother anyone with this? Why don’t I just go and hide under a rock forever?? I felt okay about this when I finished it, why is it suddenly the worst thing to have ever been created??? …I wish there was a sense of calm and accomplishment. There is not. Brains suck!

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: @deedala - I so appreciate how we’re on a similar wave length when it comes to art as well as ‘everybody wants to hunt me for sport’ vibes. I know I can always count on you for kind but honest words, and that’s so important!!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Read comfort fic. Probably Like Real People Do or None the Wiser.

Edit: Also? Go and read comments and tags on old art posts. That’s a sure fire way to cheer me up!

This was fun, and made the 15 minute wait between fletching each feather pass much faster. Thanks!!

If you are currently making your own arrows and need something to occupy your wait time with… how about completing a tag game? lol

@heymrspatel @loftec @creepkinginc @deedala @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @mikhailoisbaby @sickness-health-all-that-shit @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @energievie @junemermaid @francesrose3 @deathclassic @faejilly @rutherinahobbit @gallawitchxx @look-i-love-u @jessij1997 @callivich @celestialmickey @wehangout @doshiart @lynne-monstr @the-rat-wins @blue-disco-lights @suzy-queued @sleepyfacetoughguy @spookygingerr @burninface @gallapiech

[pinkcandyhearts04]

in the backseat | johnny cage x reader

he's just fucking you in his cool sports car man idk

my true passion is writing men who whimper but when i think of johnny crying, i get too excited and have to put dwon my laptop

but i promise this is just as good!!

warnings: afab reader! porn without plot, some degradation, SLIGHT exhibitionism but there isnt actually anyone around lol, feminine pet names, you call him mr. cage dont ask me why but i think about it and melt

cool to the touch, navy blue metal with door handles that probably cost more than your car alone. black leather seats with the drivers seat headrest engraved with the initials JC: this car belonged to the one and only.

johnny smiles at the way your body shudders under his touch, two of his fingers pumping into you at an almost agonizingly slow pace. your nails dig into his forearm, shaky from trying to keep yourself up; johnny's command, of course. your skirt and underwear lay somewhere in the car, your shirt unbuttoned to reveal your breasts that bounce every time your body shudders. "fuck, you feel fucking fantastic." johnny groans when he finally pulls his fingers out of you, a soft whine of protest leaving you at the emptiness you feel. johnny glances over at you as he takes those same two fingers in between his lips, sucking them clean with a groan of satisfaction. you grab the already loose collar of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer, your lips finding his in a sloppy kiss as you try to pull him on top of you. "nuh-uh, sweetheart, let me take care of that."

in a few swift movements, johnny sits underneath you now, positioning you over his cock already leaking with precum. you wiggle your hips a bit in an attempt to create some friction, whining softly when johnny doesn't loosen his grip. instead, he watches the way you tip your head back with a shaky moan when he starts to rub his tip over your folds. from the way his hand on your hip tightens, you can only imagine how much he's holding himself back. "p-please, mr. cage.." you plead softly, relishing in the grumble of johnny's voice when he finally pushes his tip past your folds. he pushes you down the rest of the way as he throws his head back, one of his hands finding your breast and groping at it as he starts to buck his hips against yours. barely able to hold yourself up, you whine as you try to grip on to the leather seats behind johnny, your ass out for him and your breasts so close his breath fans over them.

"not too loud now, honey, wouldn't want anyone to stop by and take a peek." johnny coos at you almost mockingly, letting out a breathless laugh at the way your face flushes red in realization; sure, johnny had tinted windows, but this car certainly wasn't fancy enough to be soundproof. a high-pitched moan knocks you out of your thoughts as johnny starts to pick up the pace, his lips capturing your nipple with a soft grunt. you try your best to keep your voice down, the warm atmosphere of the car and the heat in the pit of your stomach making it difficult. "fuckk, that's it.." johnny says with a breathless laugh, his thumb moving to your clit and rubbing rough circles into it. he relishes in the way you cry out, gasps leaving you as you grab onto his shoulders. at this point, johnny didn't have to guide you with the way you were bouncing on his dick so well, tears of pleasure brimming at your eyes.

johnny can't deny the feeling of his own orgasm coming on, biting his lip as he watches your hips stutter every time you lower yourself. with every wave of pleasure, you're unsure what to do with your hands before the find purchase on the seats behind you, grabbing on to the shoulder ends of either them; little do you know how much that does for the superstar underneath you. without much warning, johnny grabs your hips and pushes your legs farther apart for a better view of his cock pushing in and out of you, high-pitched sounds leaving you as he suddenly picks up the pace of his hips. you only get out a few slurred tries of johnny's name, barely there "m-mr. cage.."s before your thighs start to shake in his hands. a low groan leaves him as he squeezes the flesh there, your head tipped back and letting out loud cries as you cum hard. johnny's hands grab your waist, pushing you down until your hips are flush against his just as he cums only moments after you, hissing softly when you continue to shake under his hands. he knows how sensitive you are from the way you babble nonsensically, hands struggling to hold on to something: even still, johnny engraves this picture into his mind, your numb legs and shaky arms and all bare skin against the black leather of his car.

this kind of sucks LMALFLOO I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL LIKE IT 💔

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SPARKS FLY pt4

Pairing: CharlesLeclerc x singer!Reader last part !!!!

pt3 enjoy!

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@/user00 : Seriously, this race is supposed to be about the drivers and their skill. If I wanted to see a popstar, I'd go to a concert😒

@/user0001: it's ridiculous that the media is focusing on [Y/N] instead of the actual race. She should just stay in her lane - music - and leave the sport alone.

@/ynfanff:[Y/N]'s friend taytay is here too? OMG, I don't blame her. charles has serious game lol

@/yntsloverr: OMG, I can't wait for the album.😭

-@/tsfn13: IKR imagine the love songs ahhh❤️❤️

@/randomuser : charels is suddenly preforming so much better on the track 🤣🤣

-@/ussser23: he wants to impress y/n its cute lol

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pierregasly : can’t wait to hear the ones you wrote about me

Y/N13: @/pierregasly i do think about you a lot haha!

scuderiaferrari: ❤️❤️❤️

user2828272: Y/N WTF A SURPRISE RELEASE!!!!

charles_leclerc : so proud of you my love😘

Y/N13:@/charles_leclerc 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

JF: Your new album 'Midnights' is  released and every song on it is incredible. But, I'm curious, why 'Labyrinth' ? What makes that song so special?"

Y/N:  Well, Jimmy, the track 'Labyrinth' was not actually included when I first finished my album. But I fought for it to be because I felt like it really fit the theme and  I Just NEEDED to have it on the album. My inspiration for it definitely came from a certain someone who knows exactly who he is.*smirks*

JF: "So, that 'certain someone' you mentioned earlier... is that someone Charles Leclerc by any chance? I know that your fans have been shipping the two of you for a while now, and I'm just curious if there's any truth to the rumors. It feels like your new album 'Midnights' is full of songs about him, and your latest single 'Labyrinth' is a great example.

Y/N:  I appreciate your interest in my music, and I'm glad that my fans have been so perceptive in picking up on the themes and inspiration behind my work. 'Midnights' is an album that draws heavily from my personal experiences and the people around me, and I am thankful to have been able to put those experiences into my songs. At the end of the day, music is supposed to be about love and expression, and I'm happy to have succeeded in that with this album.

JF: Y/N, I know that you and Taylor Swift attended the F1 Vegas GP together. What was it like to be at the race and see all of the action from trackside? It seems like you two had a blast together on social media.

Y/N: It was incredible to be at the F1 Vegas GP with Taylor. The atmosphere was electric and it was so exciting to see all the action from trackside. Taylor and I had so much fun together and we couldn't stop talking about the race and how awesome it was. We also got a chance to meet with some of the drivers and chat with them which was a special moment for both of us and I'm so glad I had Taylor there to share it with me.

JF : Well Y/N it’s been a pleasure having you here , everyone make sure you check out midnights by y/n thank you and goodbye.

Thank you so much for reading and all the love 🤍

[ninliane]

how I think CANON kageyama really thinks about romance based on facts

This is more on just character analysis and observation but this is all speculation because if I'm being honest as a former Haikyuu x reader writer, I think he is the most mischaracterized and has potential for a different type of x reader, rather than typical romance.

Also I'm saying this as a Kageyama fan! This is just my thoughts jotted down hehe

I don't think Kageyama really had the chance to experience romance. Ever. I mean I could be wrong but based on what we we've seen there wasn't really time for it or even a single mention on it

Though given multiple chances to show it, he never showed any outright attraction to anyone outside of volleyball. Obviously this is not a shojo manga, it's a sports one but there are still multiple times where some sort of attraction has been shown towards characters.

He is unfazed by Kiyoko in a season 1 scene, he never fawns over any of the managers the way other characters do. (The only exception is when Saeko introduces herself and he and Hinata get excited) this isnt rly important tho, a lot of character dont do this

the only time he has ever been excited or passionate is when it comes to volleyball, the very reason why he stuck so close to hinata in the first place (this could argue for kagehina ((so true)) but that's a separate post lol)

HOWEVER he's also not repulsed by attraction towards him, as shown in the bonus chapter when he's aware that he and Atsumu are referred to by fans as the "Ikemen Players" and that people watch him for that; he says he's all for it because it get's people into volleyball

But the CORE REASON on why I think he never thought about romance is because he outright states in season 4 that he's not good at emotion, and his past. He likely does not know the feeling and even with friends he was still learning on friendship, but he wants to learn! (that's probably why he was so keen on asking oikawa for help in kitagawa-daichii)

Anyway so conclusion as an x reader writer, would he be datable? I mean it's not impossible. After all we hardly see his life outside of volleyball, it would just be challenging, just like getting him to play on a team. In fact it would even be cute to see him think about it.

I wrote all this bc I think it would be interesting to see this kageyama in fics, instead of the usual tsundere/constantly getting mad and embarrassed ver of him (me,,I used to write him like this,,,)

Now how would I write canon Kageyama off with staying true to his given character as much as possible?

I think he would be very calm and nonchalant about it. They've shown us that he's very aware of his emotional weaknesses in understanding but that he's ALWAYS willing to try and connect with others.

So while I think he can most definitely live his life without romance, I think that he is bound to think about it at least once and contemplate it. He might even be open to trying it for the sake of trying something that's so common with others, but in my opinion he will always love volleyball more than anything else, and that's not a terrible thing at all.