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thisismeracing · 1 year ago

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Mó paz | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x brazilian!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, typos (not proofread). ― Summary: It's time for the Interlagos GP and fans are excited to see how Lewis' Portuguese sounds after becoming a citizen AND dating Yn. ― A/n: Shout out to @queenshikongo3 for suggesting this piece. 🤍 ― A/n:² none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yn México te amo, pero yo extrañé mi hogar! 💚 (Mexico, I love you, but I missed my home)

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carlossainzssy Charles is their kid, and in this essay I will- ☝🏻

ferrarifinesse Thank you for sharing the Charles pic, YN!!!!!

lewishamilton te quiero! 😘 (I love you!)

⤷ popyn the way he always say's he lovers her using the language of the week's Gran Prix, I- I wanna be loved like this!!!!!!!!!!!

mercgoldenyears not George following lewis like a lost puppy/lost kid, I actually love them sm omg 😂

⤷ yn but he is our grid kid! <3

⤷ charles_leclerc what about me???

⤷ oscarpiastri and me?

⤷ landonorris I don't exist???

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 I'm feeling betrayed

⤷ mickschumacher So am I!

⤷ yn lewishamilton please help me here, the kids are fighting

⤷ lewishamilton sebastianvettel help, seb!!!

⤷ redferrari16 this is so funny LMAO

mirrorballeclerc the matching yellow aesthetic pic, they're truly soulmates 😭💙

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lewishamilton Mais uma volta para casa 🇧🇷 (Another homecoming 🇧🇷)

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brunamarquezine 💚💛 bem vindo de volta!!! (Welcome back!)

44brcitizen I am the happiest person, I actually never had a sad day in my life, I can't remember ever struggling, or whatever, life is beautiful! 🌷🌸🌻💐

monacoocon The Brazilian flag is actually so pretty, I'm always mesmerized

yn 😍😍

⤷ 1dformulaone yeah, babes, that's your man (I wish it was mine, with all due respect KJDSGKJDSG)

mercedesamgf1 💜💚💛🤍

georgerussell63 vamos! 🇧🇷 (let’s go!)

⤷ sassyrussell Carmen wrote this, I just know she did 😂🤍

*the first story says "She's writing new songs".

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lewishamilton mó paz! 💚

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badgalriri 😍😍😍❤️

linikeroficial amo amo amo! (I love love love)

missionfortyfourr mó paz means to be in peace, chilling, serene

⤷ mercmickie and the fact that the song talks about being at peace after he came into her life, that he's there to stay, that her life's different now?!!?!?!?!? I AM SOBBING

lewandyn she's so pretty, so smart, so talented, so perfect ughhh 🩷😭

⤷ lewishamilton yes, she is ❤️

⤷ norrizzlando your honor, he's in love!

interlagostrack LINDOS, PERFEITOS, DONOS DE MIM!

yn Te amo muito, vidinha 💗 (I love you sm, my life!)

⤷ lewishamilton te amo, meu amor

⤷ russellrain "meu amor" alguém por favor, me ajuda, eu desidratei de tanto chorar (“my love” someone pls help me, I just dehydrated from crying)

⤷ totolobo TE AMO, MEU AMOR DSKGJDSKJSKDHJ

roscoelovescoco I’s love’s you!

princessyn Stream Mó paz on spotify!!!!!!!!!!!!!

carmenmmundt 🩵🩵🩵

franciscac.gomes lindos! 🥰🤍

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yn Que dia incrível cantando com os amigos em casa, e que noite perfeita celebrando com eles! Amo vocês 💘

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sunnysainz we all know who she was looking at in the first pic hehe

tsunodaangel Omg, I love them so so much 🥲

lewishamilton 🤩😍😍

lewishamilton caraca, foi incrível!!!

⤷ charleslehoe he's officially Brazilian now!!!!! LOL

patriciaramos a mulher mais linda do Brasil!!! (The most beautiful woman in Brazil!!!)

⤷ yn te amo, paty! (I love you, paty!)

swiftieyn why haven't we got a collab w xnda yet?

⤷ yn you sure you haven't? 👀

⤷ schumachersbike OMG OMGDKJSDKJG

seujorge 💛💛💛

ricciardosmile 🎶 bom que cê chegou pra ficar pra sempre, com você mó paz 🎶

carsgoingvroom the "existe amor em sp" reference *cries* (it means "there's love in SP, it's a reference to a song that says that there's no love in Sao Paulo)

⤷ braziliangp how about the quote??!?!!? I melted (if the sun doesn't shine tomorrow I'll use your smile to light my day")

⤷ mickcedes omg you guys thank you sm!! I was struggling with my A1 and translator LOL 😅

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mystic-writings · 9 months ago

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remember the nights | newt [remastered]

PAIRING — newt x thomas’ step-sister!reader

SUMMARY — after her father’s engagement, y/n moves from new york city to the small town of woodstock, where she befriends her step-brother thomas’ group of friends, and easily finds a second home within them. among the crowd of rowdy teenagers is newt, an intriguing boy who seemed to catch y/n’s eye, and who quickly becomes the boy that would end up making her final year of high school unforgettable.

WARNINGS — friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, etc. — each chapter will have separate warnings

WORD COUNT — 31,989

NOTES — AHH ITS FINALLY HERE!! i've been waiting for so long to do something like this and honestly despite how cliche and trope-y this fic is i love it to death

EXTRAS — town map | reader's house | brenda's house | newt's house

PLAYLISTS — youtube | spotify | apple

read on Wattpad | read on Ao3

chapter one — new beginnings

chapter two — parking lot introductions

chapter three — mickey's diner

chapter four — the willow tree

chapter five — late night shenanigans

chapter six — stargazing

chapter seven — bright lights, big city

chapter eight — saturday

chapter nine — suspicion

chapter ten — the bonfire

chapter eleven — o, atlas, pt. i

chapter twelve — o, atlas, pt. ii

chapter thirteen — welcome distractions

chapter fourteen — a rom-com happy ending

taglist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine @yes-fangirl-things (open!)

#remember the nights #newt x reader #newt tmr x reader #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt series #newt tmr series #newt angst #newt fluff #the maze runner fanfiction #the maze runner x reader #au fic #high school au

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foreverinadais · 2 years ago

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ex: m.s

summary: you see your ex in the grocery store.

warnings: angst (with a sad ending) only slight fluff, awkwardness

pairings: predominantly marc x reader but jake and steven are mentioned

word count: 2.7k :)

ex! mk series: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

It was Marc.

You could tell immediately by the slight quip in his eyebrow and the downturn of his mouth. He hated shopping, especially for groceries. You wondered how he drew the short straw. Perhaps the other two had forced him because they’d done it enough. Or maybe he liked it now.

The thought of not quite knowing who he was anymore made your stomach churn in a way it hadn’t for months. He wasn’t your Marc anymore. The one who also seemed stoic. The one who always cracked unexpected jokes. The one who you shared every moment with. The one who hated grocery shopping.

You suddenly felt overwhelmed. Because there he was. So close yet so far.

You certainly hadn’t expected this when you left your flat this morning. It had been 4 months. 4 months of failed dates, 4 months of crappy rom coms, 4 months of Spotify’s best ‘break-up mixes’. You had only just felt the strength to say you were moving on, though how can anyone really move on from the loves of their life?

You hadn’t heard from him for those months. Steven had called you once at 2 am but no sooner than he had, you got a ‘sorry, accident’ message. You swore you’d seen Jake’s cab loitering in the midst of a busy street once but convinced yourself it was your brain playing tricks on you.

Because they had moved on, too. You’d heard about Steven’s big promotion at work. You almost sent him a congratulations message, overcome with forgotten happiness at your boyfr- ex- boyfriend’s success but stopped yourself. He isn’t yours to congratulate anymore.

Marc was the only one who was radio silent. You didn’t know anything about him now. But he was wearing the same jacket. The one you once stole off his back and wore all night on a memorable but blurry night in a London pub. Perhaps he wasn’t much different. The thought scared you even more.

Maybe he didn’t need to move on because he didn’t need you. Not then, not now.

You jumped when your mind came back to the present and those eyes were boring into yours. You had almost forgotten that he could also see you, that you weren’t looking through binoculars to peek into his life, that he was here, now.

He wasn’t smiling. That didn’t surprise you. It was rare he’d smile in public, let alone doing something he hated. And though it wasn’t rare that he’d show you his smile, after everything, he certainly wouldn’t now.

Should you say hi? Ask how he is? How they all are?

You were stuck. Stuck staring at your past who you once thought was your future.

How can you condense that feeling into words? You couldn’t. You were left with actions as you offered a small smile, going as far as a wave. Marc’s tough demeanour didn’t falter as he eventually gave a single nod of acknowledgment. Your stomach flipped, heart beating undoubtedly faster.

Though it had felt like an eternity had passed, it had really been less than a minute. There was a bustle of people around you, surrounding the bubble you’d created in your mind, and time was moving on, just like it had been for all these months.

“Excuse me,” You apologised to the lady who was trying to move by you, stepping into the space in front of you to allow her access in the aisle. You quickly realised you were closer to Marc, so close it almost made you jump when you looked back up to see him still stood there, zoned out, no doubt in deep conversation with his alters and you other ex’s. You could imagine the commotion; Steven panicking, Jake acting nonchalant. But Marc… Marc was near impossible to read, always had been.

You’d like to think you had mastered it. But now, staring at him, it was as if he was a stranger. A stranger with memories.

“Hey.” The voice surprised you. Yes, this was the first time hearing it after radio silence but… you certainly didn’t anticipate him speaking first, if at all. You cleared your throat, once, twice, fearful words would fail.

But they didn’t as you got out a small, “hi.” A small silence followed, both trying to look for words to say, anything that would be appropriate in a situation like this. “So, do you come here often?” You hadn’t meant to sound quite so awkward, and you quickly tried to add something to make it seem less so. “I mean like you, I figured Steven would do the food shopping more. I mean, no offence or anything.”

Marc said nothing as you rambled, just rose an eyebrow like he always did when slightly bemused. “Was my turn. Your right, though, this isn’t my usual scene.”

“Yeah, I remember.” The simple phrase felt heavy, a reminder of the love you once had together. And just like that, it all came flooding back; every touch, every kiss, every movie you’d watched together or walk you’d been on. But so did every argument, every cold shoulder, every reason you’d broken up in the first place.

You remembered all too well the sound of the door slamming, the heat of the room after an argument, the flat feeling huge whilst you felt tiny, alone. But you also remembered the feeling of his soft kisses up your arm, the glide of his huge hands along your skin, the husky tone of his voice whispering apologies as your back hit the mattress.

Your chest suddenly felt heavy. As if your heart had remembered it’s purpose, had woken up again.

Marc coughed slightly as if to break you from your train of thought. You startled, rubbing the spot on the side of your face to regain a sense of reality. “Anyway…” You began, looking everywhere but at him, “How’s everything?” He knew what you meant by that. How were the others who had a piece of you?

Marc hesitated. You knew why, could almost see the inner conversation they were surely having. You could only imagine what Steven was saying, the worry and desperation in his voice. Or Jake. You wondered if he was still angry. And not just at you.

Marc seemed to break away, remerging into the conversation with a simple, “Good.” When he realised you expected more, he continued, “Steven, he got promoted. Hasn’t stopped talking about it.” You wondered if the last sentence was directed to his alter, and you couldn’t help but smile.

That’s incredible, I knew he would, I’m so proud of him, is what you wanted to say, but you settled with, “That’s great news.” Marc nodded, and you knew he felt the same. “And Jake?” Another moment of silence followed, shorter this time, as he replied,

“He’s alive. Picked up some shifts in a bar now he has more time off.” They felt so far from you. The growing absence you felt in your chest as you realised they had been living their lives just as you had, without each other.

“That sounds right up his alley,” You cringed at your words. You felt like an acquaintance or a colleague, like you should ask about the weather or ask what aisle the shampoo was down.

“Yeah.” You looked at him. Not just a glance, but a real look. At his curls. At the scar just above his eyebrow. At his lips.

“And you?” And he looked back. Shrugged slightly after a moment of hesitation, as if he had not anticipated you asking about him. As if he never expected to hear those words again.

“I’m surviving.” You waited a minute. But he said nothing more.

Your chest suddenly felt heavy. As if your heart had remembered it’s purpose, had woken up again.

“That sounds right up his alley,” You cringed at your words. You felt like an acquaintance or a colleague, like you should ask about the weather or ask what aisle the shampoo was down.

“Yeah.” You looked at him. Not just a glance, but a real look. At his curls. At the scar just above his eyebrow. At his lips.

“And you?” And he looked back. Shrugged slightly after a moment of hesitation, as if he had not anticipated you asking about him. As if he never expected to hear those words again.

“I’m surviving.” You waited a minute. But he said nothing more. You muttered a small ‘good’, though you didn’t mean it. You almost wanted something worse. Something that showed he was struggling as much as you were. “How’s everything for you?”

Sometimes you wake up in cold sweats and reach out for them. Sometimes, when you’ve had a bit too much to drink, your thumb hovers over their contact purely by muscle memory. Sometimes, when your feeling particularly desperate, you call out to Konshu, as if he could turn back the time to when you were happy, to when were with them and the other side of your bed wasn’t empty and cold.

“ ‘m surviving, too.” He nodded as if he believed you and you were worried he did.

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. You wanted to leave but you knew that if you did, you might never see him again. What if this moment was your forever? Stuck in aisle 5, avoiding eye contact, rocking slightly on your feet? The thought terrified you. To avoid the thoughts, and the next minute that approached, you began to ask another meaningless question. Marc obviously had the same idea, both of you saying a word, then retracting it.

“You go,” You said, heart skipping a beat.

“No, no, you first.”

“It’s fine-”

“Hey, I insist.” His tone always made your stomach flutter.

“Was nothing important, just… wondered what you were buying.” You wondered if he wanted it to be something more by the way his face slightly dropped.

“Right. Steven wanted to start baking, so had to get some of that shit. And we’re out of… well, everything, so had to get that too.” You smiled, eyebrows rising as you repeated,

“Baking?”

“God don’t ask. He’s been tryin’ new stuff lately. I bet he’ll drop this by next week and move onto the next thing.” You chuckled, and so did he.

“At least you get something out of his hobby.”

“Yeah, probably homeless. You remember when he insisted on making banana bread and nearly burnt the whole fuckin’ flat down?”

“How could I ever forget?” The laugh you shared felt familiar, but distant, like a dream. You relished in it for a moment, a happiness you didn’t expect to ever feel again. When it died down, you were left with a new, comfortable silence, one that lingered as you met eyes once again. “So, what were you going to say?”

Marc shrugged, “Was gonna ask how the project was goin’.” Your heart warmed. You remembered, you wanted to say, you remembered what I was working on. You felt your lips pull into a natural smile, felt your eyes widen slightly.

“Oh! Yeah, it’s good, nearly done now, just adding the finishing touches. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be done with it, but looks like there’s an end in sight now which is, yeah, a relief.” You rambled, distracting from the soft look on his face by taking an interest in the label of a jar.

“Well, you’ve worked so hard on it, can’t imagine it’ll be anythin’ less than perfect when you’re done.”

“Thank you, Marc.” His name. You hadn’t said it aloud, you realised, in a long time. It felt so natural coming from your lips, as if the word was made just for you. By the look on Marc’s face, he was just as struck by this revelation.

It belongs to you, he wanted to say, I belong to you.

But he didn’t. No, he couldn’t. Not anymore. Not ever again.

He needed to leave. “Anyway… I should really get going,” he started, and your face fell slightly. His heart throbbed.

“Right! Yeah, no, so should I. It was-” what do you even say? “It was nice seeing you.”

“Back at you.” You felt a sting at the sudden shift in tone, the blatant end to the conversation, a stop to whatever memories were re-emerging.

Will I see you again? You have my number, you could call me, you know. Could get some coffee? Oat milk, of course. I miss you. I miss all of you. I don’t wanna be like this. I hate not knowing you. I hate being a stranger to you. Can we see each other again? Please?

Is what you wanted, needed, to say. But instead, you settled on, “Goodbye, Marc.”

Don’t leave. I’m sorry about what happened, we all are- fuck what if this is it? Can’t lose you, not again. Please.

“Goodbye.”

And then, you were turning. Trying to recount the next item on your list. Trying to forget them all over again. Marc watched, ignoring what his alters were saying. Right, flour, sugar…

You couldn’t help but turn back before you reached the till. His features had returned to their usual state, the usual stance that showed you the Marc the world got too see. And now, you were them. You were the stranger, watching him like the next person would, remembering every moment, the good and the bad, simultaneously, eternally.

He must have felt your gaze again, for he turned. You smiled. He smiled back. You stayed. Endorsed in each other for what felt like the last time. Analysing every crevice of his face with your eyes, and he seemed to be doing the same back.

And then you were pulled back into reality by the person at the till handing you your receipt. You jolted, thanking them quickly, and gathering your bags.

Marc was still watching as you made your way to the door. You stole a final glance, trying to remember everything surrounding you; the sound of the bell, the click of the till, aisle 5, the lady trying to bribe her kid with sweets to get them to stop crying. You wanted to remember it all just in case this was it. This was all you had left of him. This moment.

A last smile. It felt finite.

You took a mental picture of his face before you turned away, heart as heavy as the bags in your hand.

And then you were leaving.

so i got a request agessss ago for a break-up fic with marc which ends in angst and, whilst i haven’t written it yet still (super sorry) , maybe that could be a little prequel to this? we’ll see :)

#marc spector #marc spector fanfic #marc spector x reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector angst #steven grant x reader #steven grant fanfiction #Steven Grant #jake lockley #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockely x reader #moon knight angst #steven grant angst #jake lockley angst

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fayes-fics · 1 year ago

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 4 - You've Got A Friend

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Set a couple of months after Chapter 3, Benedict and you are becoming best friends.

artwork credit @colettebronte

Warnings: discussions of sex, swearing, publically faked orgasm

Word Count: 3.1k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. A multi-chapter modern rom-com retelling of When Harry Met Sally. In this chapter, we see vignettes of Benedict and reader's growing friendship. And well... this ends with a twist on the famous scene. Yep. You know the one. Enjoy <3

21 months ago (3 months later)

Benedict Bridgerton is one of your best friends.

If you had uttered that sentence to yourself ten, even five, years ago, you would have laughed your head off. But it's funny how life turns out. In the months after you reconnect, you start to meet up regularly, at least once a week, sometimes more, and you text almost constantly. Becoming each other’s crutch as you rebuild your lives as single people.

On the surface, you couldn’t be more opposites, but he’s matured, and you find his company the most soothing and the most fun. Be it while having dim sum in Chinatown, wandering Victoria Park or helping him set up his new warehouse flat. There's always a tiny frisson, an undercurrent of something between you that, to be honest, makes it more appealing. A pilot light of heat that could, maybe one day, become a bonfire if the timing were right. You are not sure it ever would be, but it would be stupid to deny to yourself that it's there. There is certainly no one you like to verbally spar with more.

He FaceTimes you as you lay in bed on a regular Tuesday in September; it's become a habit. Just jabbering away until one of you falls asleep. Talking about everything, anything, and something nothing, watching a show or film together in digital silence. A comforting presence.

“What are you watching?” he hums, scratching his beard.

“Don't judge me,” is your instant response, and he chuckles.

“Tell me,” his voice drops an octave in a way you are sure he knows has an effect on you. Physically. A little shiver down your spine. Bastard.

“Titanic,” you mutter as he bursts out laughing.

“You hate that film!” he exclaims, and you wish you could throw a pillow through the screen.

“That doesn’t sound like not judging!” you bemoan but concede he is right.

“Channel?” he asks, still giggling.

“Four… wait, are you going to watch too?”

“Of course, then we can argue about it in real-time,” something in that offer makes you feel comforted. “It's near the end!” he decries after briefly pausing to change channels.

“How would you know?” you lobby, and he fixes you with a pointed stare.

“Please. This was Gen’s favourite; I had to sit through it five bloody times.”

“How is she?”

“No idea. She didn't speak to me after the breakup. Besides, wasn't she your friend?!”

“Yeah, but we lost touch,” you sigh, “sometime about seven or eight years ago, she moved to Bristol, and then we sort of drifted.”

He hums noncommittally, watching the movie, “So you’re saying Rose should not have saved him by sharing that door,” he states as the final scenes unfold onscreen before you both.

“I never said that!” you argue.

“Yes, you did! In the car on the way from uni!” he smirks.

“No, I didn’t!” you volley back indignantly.

“Fine, okay, you didn’t.” He rolls his eyes.

“I mean, that dick was so good, they fucked one time, and she returned to the ocean to say goodbye to it 70 years later,” you point out drolly.

He tosses his head back and laughs so hard you can’t help but join in.

“Fuck that’s the funniest take on this film I’ve ever heard,” he wheezes.

“Right?! I can’t take credit; it's a comedy routine; I’ll send you a Spotify link,” you offer.

“Look forward to it,” he giggles.

The urge to ask him if he’s ever had sex so good he’d go to the spot it happened to commemorate it is on the tip of your tongue. You’re almost surprised he doesn’t use the opportunity himself. He’s definitely grown up.

“Are you sleeping okay?” he asks, rubbing his eye wearily.

“Doing better,” you admit, “not completely there, but better than I was.”

“Do you still sleep on ‘your’ side of the bed?” he inquires with air quotes.

“No. I’ve taken to sleeping wherever now,” you answer truthfully.

“Wow, you’re doing so well,” he sighs. “I feel weird if even a leg wanders over to ‘her’ side… and this isn’t even a bed we shared.”

“Yours was a marriage, mine merely a long-term relationship,” you try to justify why he might still be more impacted than you.

“Same difference, except you don’t have a lawyer bleeding you dry arguing about shit…. Urghh, I need a drink.”

“No, you don’t,” you argue, “stay in bed and drink your water.”

“You can be very bossy sometimes, you know?” he opines but reaches for his glass of water on his bedside table as he says it, doing exactly what you suggest.

“It’s for your own good,” you point out.

“I know, I know. I suppose I should thank you. You’d be surprised how little men give a shit about their friends' well-being, even their best friends.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you fire back. “You’re all clueless idiots with the EQ of a shrimp.”

“Wowwww, okay,” he mimes being shot in the chest, “please don’t take out your Dr Tom issues on the rest of us unsuspecting shrimps.” It’s in jest, but you can hear the underlying argument and know he’s right.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You don’t have the EQ of a shrimp. I’ll give you, hmmm, a crawfish,” you offer with a giggle.

“Oh great, thanks,” he deadpans, “Could you not at least give me lobster?”

“Okay, fine. I hear lobsters are very smart, so you flatter yourself there, but yes, okay, lobster Ben. Please go get some sleep.”

“Alright,” he yawns, “can I call you my lobster too?”

“Why?” you frown sleepily, bemused.

“Some lobster thought it could predict the World Cup winning team—always thought it was right. That’s very you,” he stares pointedly down the phone camera at you.

“Fine, I’m your lobster too,” you stick out your tongue a little.

He chuckles as you settle deeper into your pillow, flicking off the TV as the credits scroll. Even you can acknowledge having a person to talk to is so comforting right before sleep.

“Goodnight, lobster Ben,” you yawn, your eyes drooping.

“Goodnight, my little blue lobster,” he murmurs.

“Why blue? Cos I’m sad?” you hum, eyes closed.

“No,” he chuckles gently, “I have my reasons,” he says quietly, and you pass out as the call drops off.

——

“So I had that dream again,” you mention offhand as you wander down the Southbank from Waterloo a few weeks later. It’s a crisp October day; you’ve taken the afternoon off work to visit the Tate Modern—there’s some exhibit he wants to see.

“The sex dream?” he verifies, weaving around an old lady who shoots him a disapproving look.

“Yup,” you confirm, kicking through the colourful pile of leaves under one of the trees. “So we are going at it up on this roof terrace, and this time he flies away just before I orgasm. I mean, what the fuck is that!?”

“Let me get this straight: you’re having sex with some mythical half-man half-dragon creature?” he seems completely bamboozled by the idea. “And just before you can come, he flies off?”

“Yeah. What do you think it means?” you ponder.

“I think it means you need to get laid,” he laughs.

“Great fucking insight Sherlock Holmes,” body-checking him with your shoulder. “What about you? What’s your latest sex dream?”

“It’s always the same one. There’s this woman. She walks in, just wordlessly strips off my jeans and climbs onboard,” his cheeks have a high dot of pink that looks adorable, almost as if he’s embarrassed to say it.

“What does she look like? Are we talking Halle Berry? Helen Mirren? Florence Pugh?”

“I dunno… she’s just sort of faceless,” he gestures vaguely.

“Hmmm. Unusual. So then what happens?”

“I always wake up,” he sighs, staring into the middle distance, over to the Millennium Bridge.

“Wait….,” you stop walking and grab his arm, “...a faceless woman strips off your jeans and sits on you, and that’s the only sex dream you’ve had… ever?!” You can scarcely believe it.

“Yeah, it’s ridiculous, I know. I’d like to state for the record that I’ve had a much more varied actual sex life. And daydreams? Top fucking notch. But my unconscious, sleeping dreams? Very not sexy or just this one recurring one.”

“Does it ever change? At all?”

“I mean, sometimes I’m wearing trousers, not jeans?” he offers, looking nonplussed as to what else to add.

You cannot think of anything to say to that, so you just shoot him an exasperated look and walk away towards the entrance. How on earth can he get to sleep at night if that’s all he’s got to look forward to?

“Dinner after this?” he offers as you stare up at the giant sculpture suspended in the main Turbine Hall. It's been a fun few hours of wandering the exhibits.

“Oh, I’d love to, but I can’t,” you obfuscate, feeling sheepish as you bring your gaze to him.

“Hooking up?” he inquires with a comedy eyebrow wiggle.

“Maybe,” you deflect, tucking your hair behind an ear, somehow bashful to talk with him about your first date in six years. “I’ll have to see how the date goes first.”

“A date? That’s wonderful!” He seems genuinely enthused, a big smile claiming his whole face.

“Yeah, I mean… I hope so? Let’s see. It’s been a bloody long time,” and saying that, nerves flare in your belly. “Not sure what I should wear, to be honest,” you admit, glancing down, self-conscious of your jeans and simple black top. “You think this is okay?”

“Of course it is,” he dismisses casually. “You look as beautiful as you always do,” the compliment just falls from his lips as if you asked about the weather. It still gives you that slightly gooey sensation under your ribs. Bastard.

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The next evening you’re three cocktails down at Bar Americain on a night out with some work friends when your phone buzzes.

BB: How was the date?

Y/N: He cried about his custody arrangement at the table.

BB: Divorced dad, eh? How fast did you scarper?!

BB: Guess it will be a while until you can get that orgasm, lol.

Y/N: ... I err, didn't?

Y/N: Oh, I got one.

BB: You slept with him?!?

You always love to push it with him when you are tipsy, be a little daring with what you say. So you have your tongue in your cheek, wishing you could see his face when he reads what you are about to reply.

Y/N: Yeah, I mean, to be clear, the crying didn't turn me on. Not one of my kinks. But he had these nice hands, and I could tell from his jeans something good was going on down there. I was right. 8 out of 10, very nice.

Y/N: And he didn't grow wings to fly off before I had an orgasm, either… so win!

BB: How does one hang up on a text….?

Y/N: 😜

Five minutes later, your phone buzzes again.

BB: Wait. Do all women rate the dicks of the men they sleep with?

Y/N: I don't know all the women in the world, Ben…

BB: How is that an answer?

Y/N: 🤷‍♀️

“Ant…” Benedict calls, tossing his phone aside on his kitchen island and going to consult his brother across the room. He’s pretty sure that can't be all women, can it?

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“I don't understand this at all,” Kate frowns, resting her weapon on her shoulder like a lumberjack.

“What don’t you understand?” you reply, staring at the target at the other end of the cage. You've decided this is an excellent cathartic way to do girls' night—just flinging axes at Whistle Punks after a hard work day in early November.

“You think he's attractive?” she pauses to applaud your throw as it smacks just below the bullseye.

“Yup.”

“You get on really well and Facetime and text every day?”

“Yup.”

“He’s straight?”

“Yup.”

“But you’re NOT fucking?” Kate quizzes, shooting you a look as she steps up to the plate.

“Nope.”

“I literally don't understand,” brow creasing as she takes her aim.

“Why can't you be proud of me? Not just crawling into bed with him on the rebound. He’s become a really close friend. Plus, I get the straight man’s perspective on things. It's really helpful now that I’m back on the market again. I can talk to him about sex stuff, and he's honest,” you argue.

“Sounds wrong to me…”

“Kate, you are fucking a married man,” you point out her hypocrisy archly.

“Yeah… and that's the point! I'm actually fucking him. What sort of Bert and Ernie shit do you and this Ben have going on?!”

“Please. Bert and Ernie are lovers,” you answer scornfully.

“Well, if they were, all the more reason you guys should be?!” she practically yells, hurling her axe with such gusto the manager comes to check on you.

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Benedict takes you for dinner in the run-up to Christmas at some place so trendy it doesn't even appear to have a name. It's also where something transpires that haunts your spicier dreams for weeks.

As usual, it starts with you both squabbling.

“Oh please, women fake them all the time,” you dismiss, stirring your soup.

“I don't doubt it,” he agrees, “but men can do it too.”

You shoot him a withering look. “Please. Half of men can't even fake enthusiasm; there's no way a man could fake an orgasm,” you argue with finality.

His eyebrows shoot up briefly as you take a triumphant sip. He puts his fork down and wipes his face with a napkin. Then he makes a low rumbling noise. Perhaps the food doesn't agree with him. When he does it again a second later, you get concerned.

“You okay?”

He doesn't answer; he just makes the noise again. It's a low growl that almost reverberates around in his chest cavity, and something about it makes every hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Is your food bad?” you ask, a frown flitting over your face.

Again no answer. Benedict just makes another noise, louder this time. It’s definitely closer to a moan, and he takes a deep breath rolling his head to one side as if he's stretching his neck and really enjoying the sensation. Somehow you can't look away; you just stare at him, spoon in hand. Wondering what the hell he is doing, but captivated at the same time.

“Mmmm, that's it, baby,” he groans, and your insides are suddenly aflame. You've never heard his voice go into that register, it's low and throaty, and you feel a flush creeping up your chest.

“Don't stop,” he moans and throws his head back with a gasp, his Adam’s Apple bobbing hard, and it's then you realise what he is doing. He is faking an orgasm. Right here. In public. In a bloody restaurant.

“Okay, Ben,” you hiss, “fine, you win the argument,” attempting to get him to stop.

But it doesn't work. His head tips back down, and two dilated pupils bore into yours, a hazy ring of blue around black.

“Do you like that?” He’s staring you down as he says it, panting slightly, his jaw firm, challenging, goading.

You want to crawl into a ball and disappear. How much of that is because your fellow diners are starting to look over versus how much your body is rioting is undetermined.

“Yesssss,” he hisses, closing his eyes and biting his lip.

“Ben,” you warn, but again it falls on deaf ears. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Mortification routes you to the spot—that and the pounding in your ears and the little frisson of static running down your spine.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groans with a tiny tilt of his body; it's enough to make your imagination run wild—places it shouldn't. Dear god, this isn't right. He is your friend, one of your best friends; you can't be thinking such things.

To distract yourself, you look around at your fellow diners apologetically, shrugging as if you don't understand what he is doing. Thankful there are no kids in sight.

“Look at me,” he commands gruffly, and without thought, you obey; your eyes tear back to his. He is doing this deliberately, goading a response from you, from your body. And something in your snaps, you won't let him win like this.

“Go ahead, do it,” you mutter through slightly clenched teeth, so quiet only he can hear it. If he is going to do this, damn him, let him.

His hands wrap around the edges of the small table separating you, long fingers splaying out, and then his short blunt nails scratch down the wood. You don't think about those big, shapely hands doing the same thing on your body, no, definitely not. He is groaning and panting hard now, and it's utterly convincing. You can just picture him on top of….. STOP IT! You screech your mind to a halt. Don't go there.

“Come with me,” he snarls softly, just for you, and part of you wants to whisper back: yes, please, but instead, you bite the corner of your tongue to prevent a sound from escaping.

Then he turns theatrical, open hands thumping the table, grunting hard and rhythmically, and you just have to sit there and take it, so to speak. Just endure this weird mix of utter embarrassment and confusing arousal. Knowing you are flushed from head to toe. You daren't look around at the rest of the place, the buzz of conversation mostly dying out as they watch this formidable reenactment.

“Yessss, yesss, yessss,” he chants, and with a few convulsive body jerks and a long groan, his head lolls back, and he exhales a ragged breath loudly.

There are a few seconds of silence, and then he clears his throat, straightens up in his chair, shoots you a shit-eating grin, picks up his forks and jubilantly takes a bite of his dinner. He doesn't even bother to say anything; he knows he has won that argument, fair and square. You are still too shocked and disconcerted to speak.

“Sir, Ma’am,” the maître d' is suddenly at your table, “we would like you to leave, please.” his tone is decidedly stern. After a brief exchange of glances, you both burst into spontaneous giggles.

As you are bundled out of the door unceremoniously, not even being asked to pay, you hear a man ask a waiter a question that makes you laugh even louder.

“Did he have the daily special?”

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - NOW POSTED

It was a complicated situation, which Elle seemed totally uninterested in talking about, and although JJ wanted to be respectful of her boundaries, she'd also found herself surprisingly fascinated about Elle's gender fluidity. It had piqued her interest in ways she couldn't entirely explain. After kissing her, JJ realised she wasn't attracted to Elle in the ways she originally thought, but JJ was attracted to Leo. She couldn't make heads or tails of those feelings, because the fact was, Elle was Leo and he was Elle, so how was it possible for JJ to only be attracted to one without the other?

From JJ's confusing attraction, to her strange dreams, to the sexual fantasies she'd been envisioning recently, to how much she enjoyed Emily giving her a blowjob, JJ wasn't sure what was going on anymore. She assumed all of these things, these new feelings and turn-ons, were connected to each other, the question was -- how?

These feelings, which she'd been having since first realising who Leo was, were becoming more and more daunting. She'd never thought about her own gender at any great length, she never had a reason to previously. JJ knew she was a woman and she loved her body. She'd never felt dysphoric about it and she definitely never felt like she was a man, in the ways that Luke was man. She also didn't feel detached from her 'womanhood' in the same ways Penelope did. Back when Penelope first came out as nonbinary, the pair of them had plenty of in-depth discussions about gender, but to JJ's understanding, even Penelope's nonbinary identity was more of static thing, unchanging and clearly defined.

JJ couldn't relate to Luke's transness, nor Penelope's, but the way Elle described of her own experience made something deep down in JJ's subconscious flutter closer to the surface. Elle used the word 'fluid' when she explained how some days, she felt like a woman, other days like a man, but she'd also said, a lot of time, she felt detached from her gender completely.

JJ had never thought about gender as being something fluid, something that changed from day to day for some people, but the more time she spent trying to comprehend the concept, the more it terrified her. A lot of what Elle said seemed almost familiar to JJ in some ways, it had her reframing some of her own experiences, looking at her past through a new lens. The whole ordeal suddenly had JJ questioning whether she wanted to be with Leo -- or if she simply wanted to be Leo.

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Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) is a queer rom-com AU that celebrates coming out at any age or stage, polyamory, found family, and above all else, the love shared between JJ/Emily/Tara.

Read the whole series: [PART 1] || [PART 2] || [PART 3]

Listen to the series soundtrack on Spotify: Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) OST

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elsawr1tes · 2 years ago

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I posted 157 times in 2022

That's 157 more posts than 2021!

125 posts created (80%)

32 posts reblogged (20%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 140 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#enhypen smau - 57 posts

#lee heeseung - 49 posts

#enhypen - 49 posts

#heeseung.tsf - 46 posts

#enha smau - 46 posts

#enhypen fanfics - 46 posts

#enha fics - 46 posts

#enha fanfic - 46 posts

#park jongseong - 45 posts

#enhypen fics - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i love how instead of admitting that their friends have braincells the gang chooses to ignore the possibility that y/seung could be dating

My Top Posts in 2022:

S.Coups: *counting the members* 12, 13, 14- wait, 14?

Sunghoon: uh

Hoshi: he’s our son now

Seungkwan: yes

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Seungkwan: i’m having a child with Jeonghan hyung

Jungwon: oh, congrat-

Jeonghan: *slams down adoption papers* it’s you, sign here

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heeseung: thank you for coming to my hee talk

jay: so what does hee stand for?

heeseung: what

jay: ted stands for technology, education and development, what does hee stand for?

heeseung: so it isn’t after the person who’s talking?

jake: FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, IT ISN’T!

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the sim(‘)s freeplay

PAIRING: y/n x lee heeseung

SUMMARY: sim y/n decides to create her twitter moots in the sims freeplay, chaos ensues

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GENRE(S): social media au, fluff, the sims freeplay, comedy, humour, crack, romance, rom-com

WARNING(S): swearing, dirty jokes, making irls into sims, weird in general

FEATURING: enhypen, stray kids’ jisung and minho

STATUS: COMPLETED

UPDATE SCHEDULE: why do i even include this anymore

START: 22/06/2022

TAG(S): #heeseung.tsf, #asks.tsf (for un-clogging your dash like a plumber)

TAGLIST: closed D: (you can still ask to be added to the permanent taglist!!!)

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『PROFILES 1 • PROFILES 2 』

CHAPTER 1 - how jakephobic are you feeling today

CHAPTER 2 - back? broken

CHAPTER 3 - wikihow 🫶💪

CHAPTER 4 - love is in the air

CHAPTER 5 - IN PRIDE MONTH????

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CHAPTER 6 - jakehoon antis unite

CHAPTER 7 - omg jason you always ruin everything

CHAPTER 8 - the noises are the birds fucking

CHAPTER 9 - riki look at me this isn’t you 🥺🥺

CHAPTER 10 - that’s kinda sus tho

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CHAPTER 11 - maybe he has spotify premium

CHAPTER 12 - thursdays are smegsy

CHAPTER 13 - what’s upsexy

CHAPTER 14 - we must stay focused brothers

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

enhypen - when you sleep together [headcanon]

pairing(s): enhypen x gn!reader genre(s): fluff & romance, established relationships warning(s): new tumblr author, mild swearing a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr so this might be a bit weird but yeah, enjoy!

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~ HEESEUNG:

you’ll probably have forgotten to go to bed , waiting for him to come home from the studio, so you’re asleep on the couch. when he walks in he sees you asleep and internally he’s screaming because damn, you look so cute in your little cat pose snuggled with the blanket. he gently wakes you up and helps you to the bed. you’re already asleep again when he comes back so he just smiles and lies down next to you, an arm around you and letting you snuggle into his chest.

~ JAY:

he pretends to hate it when you wrap an arm around him but secretly he loves it so much, along with when you fall asleep on his shoulder after a late night event, he adjusts himself to make sure it’s comfortable for you. when you get home, he will not hesitate to try and carry you to bed (which always fails, ending up with you waking up and the two of you walking to bed together). sometimes, when he’s really tired, maybe after a late night dance practice, he falls asleep on your chest and it’s so cute when you wake him up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy, “y/nnie?”

~ JAKE:

he tends to fall asleep first, hugging you close. sometimes his head rests in the crook of your neck, maybe the closeness of your pulse soothes him. he’s like a little puppy when he sleeps, his face relaxed and squished against the pillow, and you like to watch him breathe in tiny, as you slowly drift off yourself. on the rare occasion where you fall asleep first, most likely after a super tiring day, he lets you sleep on his chest, watching you with the most lovey-dovey eyes until he falls asleep too. however tired he is, he won’t sleep unless he’s kissed you on your forehead, “goodnight, y/n”, and you say it back every night, “goodnight, jakey”

~ SUNGHOON:

he’s the type to pretend he doesn’t like the skinship but then when he’s asleep, he cuddles closer to you and hugs you around your waist. it always wakes you up, so you just watch fondly until you fall back asleep, your heads now touching. he always denies it in the morning, “stop lying, y/n, i would never!” but you both know how much he loves it. when you fall asleep first, he tends to hug you so that his body shields your own, he’s trying to protect you even in his sleep and you find it adorable when you wake up in the morning caged in his arms. when he falls asleep first, his head is usually on your chest, soothed by the feeling of your chest rising up and down as you breathe.

~ SUNOO:

you always fall asleep first, because he keeps himself awake just to see you asleep. he hugs you super tight, whether it’s a back hug or a normal hug, and he loves it when you snuggle into his neck. you’re always super tired after a long day, so he makes you both hot chocolate and you watch a drama together until you both fall asleep on the couch, your head resting on his chest with his arms around you. when you wake up in the morning, you always laugh at his face scrunched up behind the face mask he wears to sleep, “it’s important to maintain my beautiful skin, y/n!” and you’re usually the first one awake, unless he has an early practice when he’ll wake you up so that he can kiss you before he leaves, even though you always whine, “why do you want to kiss me? i just woke up!”

~ JUNGWON:

there isn’t really one specific person who falls asleep first with you two, it depends on the day. if he falls asleep first, he’s probably got his arms and legs splayed all over you and when you wake up you just smile and gently wriggle out from under them. when you fall asleep first, it’s usually with your arms around his torso with your head buried in his neck, and his arms around your waist hugging you close. if he has to wake up early in the morning it’s usually to you whining and trying to pull him down to make him stay in bed with you, but he just laughs and kisses you goodbye on the forehead. sometimes you come home later than him, which is pretty rare, but by that point you just fall asleep next to him, when he’ll wake up slightly but then go back to sleep, his arms draped over you.

~ NI-KI:

he’s the type who is used to sleeping on his own, so at first it feels a bit awkward sleeping together. after a while you notice that he tends to put an arm over you during the night, and you always hug him when you sleep. some mornings he wakes up and just lays there in your arms until you wake up and let him go. some nights he comes back late and gently lifts your head up so it lays on his chest. he likes watching you, so peaceful in your sleep, snuggling up closer to him for warmth. after a while he starts hugging you back, with both of you hugging each other as you sleep. sometimes you have to wake up early, but he won’t let you go, arms holding you down and he mumbles into your ear, “don’t go, y/nnie”. you stay there for a while, enjoying the warmth, until you really have to go, which makes him grumpy until you come back.

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a/n: that was fun, hopefully you enjoyed it, and if you like this sort of stuff feel free to request it :)

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paypal85 · 6 months ago

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#spotify.com/pair

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spotifycompair001 · 10 months ago

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Playlist Showdown: Comparing Spotify's Music Curation to the Competition

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The Decision: Spotify Rules

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Allie Bailey - Ultra runner, Running 1,000+ miles from Lands End to John O’Groats in 35-days

Allie spent a lot of her life seeking approval from people she thought were cool, believing that in order to be successful, you had to act a certain way. For her, success is seeing someone who doesn't believe they can do something transform into someone who does.

After working for major record labels for 12 years, Allie realised that music, which she had once loved, was slowly killing her. Her dream career had turned her into a nightmare, and she was completely lost. Allie has struggled to find her place and suffers from depressive demons, anxiety, and existential misery.

After taking part in the inaugural Rat Race Test Pilot trip to Mongolia in 2018, she realised it was the first time she had truly had time to stop, think, and be completely at peace. Fast forward, after three and a half years, numerous journeys, a pandemic, some questionable decisions, and a lot of planning and running, Allie is now coaching other people to do amazing things.

Allie holds several world firsts to her name, including running across Mongolia's Lake Khovsgol and crossing the Namib Desert twice. Allie is the first woman to run the entire length of the Panama Canal. She has also run the length of the Outer Hebrides, crossed Scotland on packraft and foot several times, and completed over 100 marathons and 60-70 ultramarathons, including nine 100-mile plus races.

Allie started running 10 years ago and have only being doing the ultra thing for 6 years, but she absolutely love it. It's a game changer. Allie believes that it is something that anyone of any age and from any background can participate in.

Allie has been extremely lucky to have discovered something she truly enjoys doing, and her favorite thing in the entire world is seeing people achieve things they never thought were possible

"There's nobody funner than an Ultrarunner" - Allie Bailey

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Show Notes

Who is Allie Bailey

Meeting her dogs!

Why ultra running and why she loves it

Writing her book

How running helps with her mental health

Being able to process her thoughts

Going more into adventure running

Her favourite distance to run…

Liking 100 mile races

LEJOG - Lands End to John O’Groats

The ultimate dream

Working with Rat Race

Starting on the 1st June 2022

Running on average 35 miles a day

The hardest part of the LEJOG challenge

The mental side of the challenge

The challenges of being away from home

What a typical day looked like

Starting with the South West Coast Path

Running 44 miles into Bristol over 12 hrs

Chocolate milk

Being in bed asleep by 8pm

Snacking all day

Having a rest day once a week

Staying injury free throughout the journey

Wanting to finish the run

Voltarol gel to help with the pain

Using bonjela to numb blisters

Wearing Inov-8 Parkclaw G280 - for 750 miles (then wearing a second pair for the final 250 miles) - “the greatest shoe of all time”

The ultra playlist on Spotify - The Bailey Ultra Sound System

Getting to Scotland and the final few days

Spending time by herself towards the end

Getting to John O’Groats and doing the final mile

Feeling underwhelmed with what she had achieved

What she would have done differently

Wishing she had done more strength training before she left

Costs of taking on a challenge like this

RAT RACE: RUN BRITANNIA

Dragons Back Race, Wales

Getting timed out on day 2

Why it was the most intense thing she’s ever done

Feeling like a fraud

Taking herself out of the situation

The lessons learned from the experience

Wanting to go back in 2024 and try again

Blog Post - FAILING WHILE DARING GREATLY - THE REAL REASONS THAT DRAGONS BACK RACE IS THE TOUGHEST MOUNTAIN RACE IN THE WORLD.

Not being kind to herself

Being able to reframe the situation

Time off in 2023…..

Planning to do her first 200 miler and wanting to run all the Wainwrights in a year

Taking 10 days off running!!!

How you can connect with Allie

Final words of wisdom and advice for women who want to get into running and take it to the next level

Finding your people, find your tribe, find your people

Ultra Awesome FB Group

Social Media

Website www.alliebailey.co.uk

Instagram @ab_runs

Twitter @AllieBailey

Spotify https://open.spotify.com/user/alliehbailey

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A Lesson In Romance #11: Actions

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: A little ✨spice✨ and a little ✨action✨

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, gun violence, mild (???) dirty talk

Word Count: 2.3k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they pretend to be married.

A/N: I would like to dedicate this chapter to the Classy Restaurant Music playlist on Spotify for capturing the fancy restaurant vibes I needed hahahah

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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"You know, this is not how I imagined coming back here." You said quietly. Next to you, Spencer smiled.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the warm light, a stark contrast to the blue winter evening outside. This was your second time here, technically, but the sensation of his hand on your waist and the cool metal on your left hand made it all feel brand new.

"Table for Mr. and Mrs. Reid." He said to the hostess, calmer than you'd ever seen him before. You didn't miss the way he tugged you closer when he said "Mrs." and despite the truth of the matter, giddy smiles tugged on both your lips.

But it was the hostess' reaction that gave it away for you. When she glanced at your intertwined hands and matching rings with a soft smile, you began to realise why the two of you were chosen for this in the first place. The effect you had on each other was hypnotising.

Sending you and Spencer undercover as newlyweds was probably the easiest decision Hotch has ever had to make. His reasoning came from basic human psychology; people are drawn to extreme events, and while this generally applied to accidents and tragedy, it also applied to marriage and child birth.

In this case, few things would stand out more in a crowded restaurant than a pair of shiny new wedding rings, a large bouquet of flowers, and a bottle of champagne for two. And to top it all off, he had the two of you. Everything else came secondary.

Still, it was strange. Being isolated from the operation only made you more in awe of your team. Even under the duress of three hours, they operated like clockwork; devising a comprehensive undercover mission, building a profile for an unsub they didn't even know, and training an entire restaurant's staff in a handful of hours.

By the time the final pieces fell into place, all that was left was for you and Spencer to carry out the final stage of the plan.

Maybe it was the pressure of having the entire team rest on your shoulders, or this new "character" you had to play, but something felt different tonight. It was like electricity crackled in the air; you felt it when his hand lingered on your back, low enough that you felt a growing warmth in your belly, making you yearn for his touch long after he let go.

Maybe it was the stress from going undercover for the first time that made you trail your gaze down his suited figure, muscled and lean as a side effect of this job. Maybe that's why the image of him standing at the foot of your bed in this very suit couldn't leave your mind, until the physical action of squirming in your seat jolted you out of your own imagination.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Spencer locked eyes with you, his hazel eyes dark under the dim restaurant lighting.

"Just thinking about you." You admitted, placing your hand across the table. He took your hand in his instantly, his thumb tentatively resting on the jewel on your ring finger.

"All good things, I hope?"

"Nothing but good things."

"Well, perhaps I can add to that. You look beautiful." He pressed a soft kiss to your hand, his eyes crinkling playfully when your cheeks turned pink in response.

"How do I know you're not just saying that for our audience?" You whispered, eyes darting to his tie where the mic was hidden.

"If it weren't for our audience, I'd be saying a lot more, love." He replied lowly, and you bit back a thought you didn't want any of your colleagues to hear. You could already imagine them cringing as they listened in on your conversation, and the image made you giggle.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Dr. Spencer Reid?" You accused jokingly.

"When love is not madness, it is not love." He answered simply.

You thought for a moment, before the reference clicked in your head. "Pedro Calderon de la Barca. Interesting choice. You weren't lying about your education in classic literature, doctor." You looked impressed.

"I'm hurt that you even doubted it." He mocked insult, and you grinned.

"No, I'm just surprised."

"Wait until you see my actual surprise." He smiled, gesturing behind you as a waiter appeared carrying two plates in your direction.

"I took the liberty of ordering our food in advance." He explained. When you looked at him in surprise, he simply shrugged. “I figured I should expand my theory beyond breakfast.”

"And here I thought tonight couldn't get anymore exciting." You said, marvelling at the appetisers as they were placed in front of you two.

“You can reserve your compliments for when I guess everything correct, and I will.” He mock bowed.

“You're on." You giggled. "Now, can we finally have some of this champagne?"

Dinner went by smoother than you thought it would, and thankfully for your team listening in, your conversations steered away from thinly veiled flirting to classic films as the food appeared.

Not that it was any easier for you talk about Billy Wilder and Francis Ford Coppola with what was happening in front of you. Spencer had taken to playing with the ring on your finger while you talked, and each time his long fingers brushed against yours, it sent chills down your spine.

But it was when his leg brushed against yours underneath the clothed table that you felt yourself lose grip of your facade. The first time it happened, you even thought it might be a mistake. But after the second and third time, it was clear that Spencer knew exactly what he was doing, even if the innocent expression on his face didn't betray anything.

If you didn't know him better, you would even think that he liked it, teasing you underneath the restaurant table on case, where you couldn't act on it. Instead, you pushed away the thought and allowed your skin to prick with every touch; all the while you sipped on your champagne, taking the chance to observe the patrons around you through the rim of your glass.

Unfortunately, your luck was a little worse in the unsub department, and your concern only continued to grow as your entrées made way for dessert.

Before you entered the restaurant, the team had discussed the best-case-scenario for tonight — identifying and apprehending the unsub quietly before the dinner shift was up. But if you ran out of time, there was always one back-up plan, something that would definitely force the unsub's hand.

The good thing about having two unsubs now was that victimology became incredibly simple to decipher. What you and Spencer had considered inconsistencies at first, were now clear patterns distinguishing each one.

The first one was impulsive but experienced, driven purely by a compulsion to complete his pattern as fast as possible. Despite that, he had the sense to stick to high-risk victims and secluded locations, which made him so hard to catch in the first place.

It was the second unsub that was interesting. He seemed more controlled and calculating, choosing low-risk victims and public locations. The team profiled him as the narcissistic component of the original profile. The more high profile the victims, the more they attracted him.

And now that you’d spent the entire night drawing attention to yourselves, all you had to do was present an easy opportunity for the unsub to pounce — right into the BAU’s trap.

The moment Spencer beckoned you to come closer, you knew something was up. "Listen carefully, love. I'm going to call for the bill, and we're going to go outside. If I'm right about my guess, the unsub is going to be right behind us. Do you understand me?" He whispered into your ear, low and calm.

You made an obvious move to cup his cheek as you leaned back. "Can we go home now, baby?" You cooed. Yeah, you got him.

As you walked out of the restaurant, you intentionally stumbled as you clung onto his arm, letting out a loud giggle. Your gaze fixed adoringly on your date, even as Emily and Hotch called for their bill on your left, Derek and Rossi no doubt already rounding to the front of the restaurant from the back exit.

"Trust me." Spencer murmured as he opened the door for you, and when you nodded, he pulled you into one final kiss for the public. What you didn't expect was for him to move his hand down and squeeze your ass, causing you to let out a loud squeak at the doorway.

If anybody was looking at the two of you before, they were certainly staring now, and the doctor confirmed this with a low whisper. "He's coming."

When he finally caged you against his car, you had to remember not to go overboard for your listening colleagues, but you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan into his mouth as he pushed his leg lightly against your core.

"Sp— Spencer—" You breathed, locking your fingers behind his neck.

"Just hold on a little bit more, love." He muttered, cupping your cheeks with his large hands and stroking your hair. "Just a bit mor—"

You heard the sound of a gun cocking next to you as you broke apart, lightly gasping. A middle-aged man stood in the shadows, waving his gun aggressively. Bingo.

"Get into the car."

The two of you raised your arms warily. "Who are you?" Spencer shouted, moving to shield you from the unsub.

"I said, get into the car!" He yelled. "Starting with you."

"Okay, okay." The doctor conceded, unlocking the car and slowly getting in the backseat. He left some room for you to get in next, but the unsub trained his gun on you.

"Not you, sweetheart. I'm going to finish you right here." He narrowed his eyes at you. "Drop your bag on the ground."

Everything seemed to fall silent as you slowly lowered your bag, and your hidden gun, to the ground. When you stood back up with your hands in the air, the unsub slammed you into the side of the car and you groaned at the sudden impact.

You didn't need to gather your senses to know that his gun was pointed right at you.

"Leave her alone, James." Spencer threatened, already out of the car and levelling his gun at the unsub. All around you, the team moved into the light.

"FBI! James Luther — put the gun down." Hotch ordered.

The unsub looked shocked for a moment as he looked around, finally realising the situation he was in. His expression was unusually calm, and it chilled you to the bone.

"Very, very interesting. Are you a fed too?" He sneered down at you.

"It's over, James. Either you put the gun down, or you don't walk out of here alive." Spencer warned, but the unsub only laughed.

"I should have known that it was too good to be true. It's not often I get such a perfect couple, much less one with a wife this pretty." He drawled, waving the gun in your face.

"Spencer. I'm okay." You ordered through gritted teeth, already knowing what the genius was about to do.

"Look at her, so brave. Are the two of you even married? Or is everything about this fake?"

"I won't say this a second time. Put the gun down." Spencer repeated, cocking his gun straight at the unsub's head.

"T-think about this, James." You reasoned. "If you kill me, they'll kill you, and you won't be able to hear what the press will say about your murders after we expose you. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want to stop living in somebody else's shadow?"

The unsub's grip on his gun slackened. "They're not going to run a story on me. Why would they unless I keep killing?"

"They will if you give us the names and descriptions of all your victims, and we will make sure your face is front and centre for every single one." Spencer added. The unsub looked into both your eyes, seemingly searching for a hint of a lie, but there was none.

"Fine. Looks like the lady lives, this time." He gave up, dropping his gun to the floor and putting both hands on his head.

"James Luther, you are under arrest for the murders of Lucy Patt..." Derek recited his rights while dragging him away. You braced yourself against the car, catching your breath.

"Are you okay?" Spencer rushed over, sweeping you into a hug before you could even reply. You buried your face into his shoulder, tears welling up in your eyes involuntarily as you inhaled the familiar scent of paperbacks and coffee.

"I-I'm okay, baby. I'm okay." You mumbled, not sure if you were reassuring your boyfriend or yourself in that moment.

"It's okay, just let it out. You're safe now. I'm here. You're safe." He repeated, stroking your back as he kissed the top of your head again and again and again until you lost count.

You'd never been so relieved to arrive back at the BAU. Penelope was the first to give the two of you a big hug when you returned, fussing over the small cut on your face and the bruises on your arms, while you reassured her that you'd been cleared by the medics to go home.

"Good work today, both of you." Hotch called out from behind, shooting a small smile at you and Spencer. "Reid, take her home, and take a day off tomorrow. The two of you deserve it."

"You wouldn't be able to drag me into work tomorrow if you tried." You joked, and Spencer chuckled. For the first time, he wasn't about to argue with an order to take a break.

Nor was he about to argue when you asked him to come in to your apartment, or when you asked him to stay the night.

The only thing he wanted after tonight, was you.

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