#and don’t get me started on the girl groups

[capquinn]

Do It For Me | N. Hischier

summary: nico takes what he wants — needs — and you let him, soft and pliant beneath him, made to be used, made to be his. pairing: nico hischier x sub!reader content: MDNI 18+ only smut, p in v, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, squirting, word count: 2.3k note: at this point if i'm posting smut, trust that filthy things are being said in the group chat ↪masterlist

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You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come — how many times he’s pulled you over the edge, how many times he’s dragged another orgasm out of you like it’s nothing. Your body is spent, trembling, your legs shaking beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. Won’t stop. And you don't want him to.

Because it’s not about you — hasn’t been from the start. It's about him. About the way you’re still gasping for breath, the way your fingers weakly clutch at the sheets like you’re trying to ground yourself, the way your body gives itself to him, muscles loose, limbs boneless, completely at his mercy.

Nico groans, low and wrecked, a hand sliding up your spine, pressing down between your shoulder blades until your chest is flush against the bed. The shift makes you moan, makes your back arch, makes him sink even deeper, and fuck, he feels it — feels the way you shudder, feels the way your toes curl when he stays there, buried to the hilt, just grinding against you, making you take every inch.

"That’s it, baby," he mutters, his teeth scraping along the curve of your shoulder.

He likes you like this — half-gone, barely able to move, taking everything he gives you. The way you're so soft and pliant beneath him, letting him use you however he wants because you know that’s exactly what he needs.

His fingers slip down, skating over the mess between your thighs, feeling just how soaked you still are, and he smirks, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw as his other hand fists in the sheets beside your head, steadying himself.

"So fucking perfect for me," he breathes, snapping his hips forward again, chasing that familiar heat curling low in his stomach.

You whimper into the sheets, body twitching beneath him, but you don’t pull away. You never do. And that’s what drives him fucking insane. That he doesn’t have to ask. Doesn’t have to coax. You’re already there, already his, already so eager to let him take.

"You’re not even trying to stop me," he mutters, amused, voice thick with satisfaction. His hands slide over your body, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before skimming up your ribs, like he’s memorising every inch of you. "You just let me, huh?"

He takes his time, dragging it out, savouring the way your body gives to him, how you whimper into the sheets, how you shudder every time he sinks in deep and slow. His grip is firm, keeping you where he wants — folded beneath him, back arched, cheek pressed against the bed, your knees spread wide, open, ready for him. You don’t fight it, don’t push him away, don’t even try. Just let him fuck you like you were made for it, like this is the only thing you’re meant to do.

And fuck, you do it so well. So easily. Even when your body trembles, even when you’re already wrecked, already spent, skin damp with sweat, thighs shaking from the force of your last orgasm.

But that’s what makes it better. That’s what he loves most — seeing you like this, seeing how completely you give yourself to him over and over, how you let him have you. All of you.

And that’s what you love too. The way he needs this. The way he needs you. How his hands tighten on your hips like he can’t get enough, how he groans when you arch just a little more, offering yourself up for him, because you want to be wanted like this.

"That’s my girl," he mutters, dragging his teeth along your shoulder before pressing a kiss there, holy and filthy all at once.

You let out a soft, broken whimper, trying to squirm away, but there’s nowhere to go — nowhere you’d rather be, really — not when his hands tighten on your hips, not when his cock is still buried deep inside you, still dragging against every sensitive spot that has you begging for more and running away all at once.

He feels everything — the way you pulse around him, the way your breath hitches with every deep stroke, the way you squeeze him so fucking tight like you don’t really want him to stop. You’re perfect like this, letting him have you, letting him chase his pleasure without hesitation.

Like hell he’s letting you go. Not when you feel this good, not when your body is still so wet for him, still clenching down like you need him there.

He pushes himself up, chest peeling away from your back as he kneels between your spread thighs, never once slipping out, never once breaking his rhythm. The new angle has you gasping, has your hands fisting in the sheets until your knuckles turn white, has him watching the way you shudder under him, the way your body still gives even as you writhe beneath his hands. Even when you’re trying so hard to escape the overwhelming pleasure that’s got you teetering on the edge.

"No, schatzi," he groans, voice wrecked, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you back onto his cock, guiding you into every deep stroke, letting you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you. "You can take it, baby."

You sob into the sheets, thighs shaking, muscles twitching, but you don’t tell him to stop — can’t, not when you’re already this far gone, not when the pleasure has you dizzy, floating, wrecked.

And he knows. Knows your body better than you do, knows you’re right on the edge of another one, knows you like this. Like the way he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t let up, even when it’s too much.

"Feels so good when you’re like this," he mutters, voice thick, head tilting down to watch — to see himself stretching you, see the way you drip down onto his cock, see the way your thighs tremble but never close.

One hand smooths up your spine, tracing the sweat-slick curve of it, before pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you deeper into the mattress, angling your hips higher. The other smacks down across your ass, hard and fast, making you jolt, making your breath catch in a sharp, broken wail. The sting blooms hot beneath his palm, sending another sharp pulse of pleasure through you, making your walls flutter around him, making you squeeze him even tighter. Making every slow, deep drag of his cock through your soaking heat even filthier.

His head tips back, a low, guttural moan slipping from his lips because fuck, you’re still so warm, so tight, still gripping him even though he’s been fucking you open for so long.

"That’s it, baby, take it," he groans, slamming forward, grinding deep. He’s gone now, completely lost in the way you wrap around him, your body responding to him, offering more with every thrust.

And then you break.

A sharp, high-pitched whine catches in your throat, your body tensing beneath him before you come undone, overwhelmed, overstimulated, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Your moans dissolve into soft, desperate sobs, hands clawing at the sheets, thighs trembling as another orgasm rips through you, dragging you under. It’s too much, too intense, and your body reacts before your mind can catch up — twisting, squirming, trying to turn over, trying to shift beneath him like you can escape the pleasure that’s got you spiralling.

But no fucking way is he letting you slip away from him.

Nico growls low in his throat, hands gripping you tight, and before you can even process what’s happening, he grabs your hips, pulls out just long enough to flip you onto your back, your body pliant, wrecked, barely able to move before he’s already pushing back in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal thrust.

"I know, baby, I know," he coos, but it’s nothing but taunting and indulgent as he watches you shudder beneath him, still locked in your orgasm.

His hands slide down, grip behind your knees, pushing them up and apart, folding you open so he can get deeper. He groans, dropping his head, watching the way you spread for him, the way your cunt grips him, and it’s so fucking messy, slick and filthy, and fuck, he needs more.

One hand leaves your leg, moves between your bodies, fingers pressing against your soaked clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles as he fucks you through it, as he drags out your pleasure, as he forces another orgasm to build before you’ve even come down from the last one.

And then he feels it.

The way your body locks up beneath him, muscles tensing so hard it makes your breath hitch, your nails digging into his thighs as a sharp, broken cry rips from your throat. Your back arches, thighs twitching in his grip, and then — fuck.

A gush of wetness spills between you, sudden and overwhelming, soaking his cock, dripping onto his thighs, splashing warm against his abs. Nico falters — just for a second, his hips stilling, eyes flicking down in pure, stunned awe as he watches it happen, as he feels the way you gush for him, your swollen, pink cunt pulsing, fluttering, completely wrecked.

That’s it. That’s it.

A rough, wrecked groan spills from his lips, his grip tightening behind your knees as he snaps his hips forward, dragging out another slick, obscene sound as he fucks into you harder, faster, chasing the way you shudder, the way you moan beneath him.

"Holy fuck," he breathes, voice rough, his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you spread wide open, watching as you drip for him, as his cock grinds through the mess pooling between your thighs.

It’s obscene — the wet, slick drag of him, the way your body keeps giving, keeps offering him more, even though you’re already spent, already trembling beneath him.

His other hand slides to your lower belly, pressing down just enough to make you feel him, every deep stroke, every slow, devastating roll of his hips. To make sure you know how deep he is, how full he’s got you, how there’s nowhere to go — nowhere to run from the pleasure that’s wrecking you from the inside out.

"You feel that, baby?" he rasps, grinding into you, his rhythm messy now, frantic, desperate. His thumb finds your swollen, oversensitive clit, rubbing fast, cruel circles, dragging another broken sob from your lips. "Fuck... look at you."

But he doesn’t let you look. Doesn’t give you time to breathe. Doesn’t let you come down — not when you’re still soaking him, not when your body is still so fucking hot and wet around him.

Nope.

He needs more. Needs to feel you break again, needs to chase that wet, messy release all over again.

"That’s it, baby. Give me one more," he mutters, rolling his hips deep, dragging himself through your soaked heat, through the mess of it, through the wreckage of the last orgasms he’s already pulled from you. "I know you can. Do it for me."

And you do.

Your body shatters beneath him again, thighs trembling, trying to close, trying to run from the intensity, but Nico doesn’t let you. He leans in, chest pressing flush against yours, his weight sinking into you, his hips forcing your legs open, keeping you there, holding you still, making sure you take everything he gives.

"Nico."

Your cry of his name is wrecked, punched out of you as your body clenches tight around him, trembling, desperate. Your fingers twist in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you yank him closer, thighs squeezing around his hips, locking him in, holding him exactly where you want him.

A rough, broken groan tears from his chest as his hips snap forward once last time, burying himself deep, grinding into you as his own pleasure breaks over him. His breath catches, his fingers tighten where they grip your waist, his whole body shaking as he comes, hot and thick, filling you up, making sure you take all of it.

His thrusts slow, turning into this slow, dragged-out grind, like he’s chasing the feeling, like he doesn’t want to pull away from you yet, doesn’t want to leave the heat of you wrapped around him. His body is heavy against yours, his breath hot, uneven, spilling across your skin as he presses his forehead to yours, lips parting like he wants to say something but can’t — too lost in the feeling, too wrecked, too fucking gone.

His hands move without thought, without hesitation, already easing into gentleness, sliding down your sides, smoothing over the slight tremors still running through you.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes, voice low, hushed, still thick with the remnants of pleasure, his body heavy against yours, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he lingers in the aftermath.

His lips find your temple first, then your cheek, then the curve of your jaw — soft, lingering kisses, slow and reverent, like he’s grounding himself in you, memorising the way you feel beneath him, under him. His. Just his. All his.

His hips keep moving in slow, lazy grinds like he’s soothing you, like he’s soothing himself, chasing that last bit of warmth, of connection, of you.

"So fucking good for me," he mutters against your skin, his hands slipping lower, smoothing over your thighs, massaging where his grip had been firm before.

He stays deep, buried inside you, unwilling to leave just yet, unwilling to let go of the warmth, the intimacy, the quiet hum of pleasure still pulsing between you.

"Took me so fucking perfectly, schatzi," he murmurs, lips pressed to your shoulder, voice softer now, lower, his weight pressing solid against you. "My sweet girl... My good girl."

[soeyekonic]

— ✩♬ ₊˚. TE PERDÍ ⭑

daniela avanzini x fem!reader

summary daniela messed up- badly. now, she’s standing in the rain, desperate to fix what she broke. but sometimes, wounds don’t heal, and some love stories don’t get second chances.

disclaimers: angst... because it's fun. cheater daniela (sorry), i used lizeth selene as a face claim, but there is no physical description in the fic, so you can imagine whoever!

01. 25. 25 10:43 pm

"hey, y/n... it's me. again."

"i know you probably won't listen to this, but i just -fuck, i don't know. i don't even know why i keep calling. i just- i can't stop thinking about you."

"i messed up, i know that. but please, just call me back."

01. 27. 25 12:17 am

"saw your post today. you looked good... happy."

"i mean, i guess that's the whole point, right? you're moving on. you're showing me that you don't need me. but-"

" - i need you."

"please, y/n. just let me talk to you."

2:04 am

"you wanna know the worst part?"

"i wake up, every morning, reaching for you. i still sleep on my side of the bed like you're gonna walk in any second and crawl under the covers like you used to... like we didn't fuck everything up."

"like i didn't fuck everything up."

"just tell me how to fix it... please. tell me what to do. say anything. say you hate me... just... don't leave me in silence."

—

you stared at you phone, thumb hovering over the play button on the next voicemail. 4:38 am. you don't press it. you already knew what it would play.

another broken apology. another desperate plea.

you should've blocked her. you should've deleted these messages days ago.

but some part of you -maybe the part that still remembered how daniela used to whisper 'I love you' against you skin- couldn't bring yourself to do it.

not just yet.

a loud knock at the door made you jump, breaking you out of a trance.

you already knew who it was.

you debated ignoring it, letting her stand out there in the rain until she finally got the message. But you knew dani. you knew she wouldn't leave until she had her answer.

exhaling sharply, you opened the door.

and there she was.

daniela avanzini. drenched, from head to toe, rain dripping from her lashes. her hoodie, soaked through

but her eyes- they were what undid you the most.

they weren't cocky, weren't full of the usual cheeriness daniela held.

they were just...pleading.

"y/n..." her voice was hoarse- desperate. "please."

you didn't say anything.

daniela swallowed hard, shifting on her feet. "can i-just five minutes. that's all i'm asking."

you hesitated. but then stepped aside.

daniela entered, dripping water onto the floor, but neither of you seem to care. she was too focused on you- like she was scared you'd disappear if she looked away.

"i fucked up," daniela started, voice raw. "i know that. and i know i don't deserve a second chance, but i need you to hear me."

you crossed her arms. "fine."

daniela let out a shaky breath. "i was an idiot, okay? i thought... i thought i could have it all. you. the group. the late nights. the fans." her voice grew quieter. "the girls."

you clenched your jaw.

daniela noticed and stepped closer, eyes shining. "but it wasn't real. none of it was real, y/n. it was just- just...bullshit. and by the time i realized that, by the time i realized you were the only real thing i had -" she stopped, shaking her head. "it was too late."

you inhaled sharply. "you cheated on me, dani." the words cut through the air like a blade.

daniela flinched. "I know." her voice was barely a whisper. "but i need you to know that it didn't mean anything. that she didn't mean anything."

you scoffed. "and i'm supposed to believe that?"

daniela's face crumpled. "you're supposed to believe that i love you."

you looked away, blinking hard. "you don't do that to someone you love."

daniela exhaled shakily. "i was scared.

you chuckled, head snapped up. "of what?"

daniela ran a hand through her wet curls, frustration flashing across her face. "of getting too close. of needing you more than i should." her voice cracked. "and i did. i needed you. and i fucked it up because i was too stupid to realize that needing you wasn't a weakness-"

all you could do is stare at her.

daniela stepped forward, hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if she was still allowed to.

"i can be better. i want to be better. for you. for us." she swallowed hard. "just give me one more chance."

you let out a bitter laugh. "one more chance?" you shook your head. "do you know how many times i've given you one more chance? how many times i let the late-night texts slide? the flirting? the bullshit excuses?"

daniela's shoulders sank.

"i loved you, daniela" you whispered. "god, i loved you..." your voice wavered. "and all i ever wanted was for you to love me enough to choose me. just me."

daniela's breath hitched.

"but you didn't." you swallowed the lump in your throat. "and i'm not gonna be the girl who keeps waiting for you to figure it out."

daniela took a step forward, eyes shining with something desperate. "but i have figured it out." her voice was breaking now, cracking under the weight of it all. "i choose you, y/n. i choose you right now. please, don't let this be the end."

your eyes burned. you wanted to believe her.

gosh, you wanted to.

But you couldn't.

you had spent too many nights waiting. too many nights wondering if you was enough.

and you refuse to do it again.

you exhaled softly. "i can't daniela."

daniela sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly. "y/n-"

"i can't," you repeated, firmer this time. "i won't."

daniela's face crumpled. for a second, she looked like she might argue again, like she might drop to her knees if it meant you would take her back.

but she didn't.

instead, she let out a slow, shuddering breath and nodded.

daniela glanced at the door, then back at you, memorizing you like it was the last time she'd ever see you.

because it was.

and when she finally turned and walked out, you didn't stop her.

you let the door close.

and outside, the rain kept falling.

and somewhere on your phone, another voicemail went unheard.

"i know i couldn't give you what you gave me”

“and even though i'm dying to have you here, i know i lost you... te perdí"

a/n: te perdí was literally the best song from rebelde. netflix was messy for not putting it on spotify. also this is my first time writing a fic so please lmk how it was 😭🙏

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 1: Vocal Cords

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: Bahrain here we come! This is gonna be our season!

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user1: you’ve got this girl!

↳user2: represent! So incredibly proud to be able to support a woman in f1!

↳user1: it’s been so long…

oscarpiastri: glad to have you here!

↳logansargeant: not sure I’d go so far…

↳y/n_rb: wow logie just say you hate women then!

↳oscarpiastri: yeah that’s not very feminist of you

↳logansargeant: I’ve been cursed by the universe

↳logansargeant: LET ME BE CLEAR — I DO NOT HATE WOMEN

↳logansargeant: it’s just y/n_rb is every intrusive thought you’ve ever had with a dash of no impulse control or thought-to-mouth filter

↳y/n_rb: hey!

↳oscarpiastri: no that sounds about right — just add a dash of no media training too

↳redbullracing: oh no…

↳y/n_rb: I have a contract! You ain’t getting rid of me so easily!

↳redbullracing: we’re scheduling media training sessions right away

↳logansargeant: good luck!

maxverstappen1: it’s great to have you on the team!

↳y/n_rb: oh my god it’s Max Verstappen!!

↳maxverstappen1: …we’ve met before?

↳y/n_rb: still!

↳user3: it’s not even the start of the season and she’s already bullying both her old F2 competitors and her teammate 😆😆

user4: proud y/n fan here! Having followed her since her F3 days I can say with full confidence that I’m so glad we’re gonna have a new grid terrorist again!

↳fernandoalo_oficial: 🤨🤨🤨

↳user4: besides you of course Mr Rookie sir

fernandoalo_oficial: ¡Hola! ¡Me alegro de verte finalmente aquí! hello! glad to finally see you here!

↳y/n_rb: Mr Fernando sir I’m a big fan! Do you have a couple of minutes to answer a few questions?

↳fernandoalo_oficial: Sí?

↳y/n_rb: score!

↳maxverstappen1: oh no

↳logansargeant: no no no

↳oscarpiastri: please don’t

↳redbullracing: the training book doesn’t have a chapter on what to do now…

↳y/n_rb: smile and wave boys. Just smile and wave

f1

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tagged: y/n_rb, redbullracing, pierregasly, alpinef1team

f1: contact between redbullracing’s y/n_rb and alpinef1team’s pierregasly turned dangerous when y/n flipped! She was quickly freed from her car and airlifted to the nearest hospital. Still conscious during the crash and waving to the fans while taken to the helicopter, no further information is known on her injuries.

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user5: oh my god that was so awful

user6: I’m still sat in shock

maxverstappen1: Based on the text messages I’ve received in the last 10 minutes, she’s fine.

↳logansargeant: how many did you get? Cause I’ve gotten 82 in the last 3

↳maxverstappen1: 187 in 10 minutes

↳oscarpiastri: 23 in the last minute

↳liamlawson30: too many for the group chat. It broke my phone

↳user7: not even on the grid and still terrorizing them 😂 liked by y/n_rb

user8: why did they have to play her radio though…

↳user9: no that was fucking awful

↳user10: I don’t think I’ll be able to forget her screams

↳y/n_rb: skk food bsny!!

↳logansargeant: and that’s the concussion typing 😆

logansargeant

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logansargeant: “Tell that frenchie that I lived bitch!”

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user11: oh thank god

↳user12: that was one of the most harrowing crashes I’ve seen

user13: if that’s not a Gen-z response I don’t know what is

↳user14: I’m just glad she’s ok

pierregasly: 😑😑

↳pierregasly: well I guess I’m glad she’s ok

↳logansargeant: “JUST SAY YOU DONT LIKE WOMEN FRENCHIE!”

↳pierregasly: I LIKE WOMEN

↳y/n_rb: qe kniw TROPID$$$ SHIILS CSKL TJE PILICE ON U

↳logansargeant: I’ve taken her phone again but she meant “we know TRIPOD!!! SHOULD CALL THE POLICE ON YOU”

↳pierregasly: oh so she’s good

↳logansargeant: as good as she’s ever been

oscarpiastri: glad to see she’s ok!

↳logansargeant: some pretty shredded vocal cords and a nasty concussion but yeah she’s fine

↳oscarpiastri: ouch! Sending a gift basket!

↳logansargeant: “if that thing has a stupid apple in it I’m gonna save it and stuff it down your throat you stupid Aussie!”

↳oscarpiastri:…🫣🫣

↳maxverstappen1: apples?

↳oscarpiastri: don’t ask

↳logansargeant: don’t

↳liamlawson30: do not bring up that trauma again

↳logansargeant: “🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻”

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[angstywaifu]

No Strings Attached - Garrick Tavis

Request: reader is fwb with Garrick you could even include some spice and they start to fall for each other but they’re not exclusive so one night she sees him talking to another girl and she feels extremely hurt seeing it. then she decides to ice him out and branch out to hang out with other people and he sees her talk to another guy and gets really jealous and feels very possessive. and then they get into a massive angsty fight Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected Sex (P in V). Angst and fighting. Jealousy.

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“Cmon sweetheart, just one more. For me.” Garrick whispers in my ear as his fingers dig into my hips as he guides me up and down on his length.

As per usual, Garrick was determined to get another one out of me. This would be the fourth? No, fifth? Fuck, I had no idea. My brain all foggy from the amount of times he’d pulled another orgasm from me. He was addicted to pulling them from me, and I was addicted to the way he made me felt.

The familiar knot in my stomach tightens again as I dig my nails into his shoulder as my lead lulls forward. Garrick notices the shift, grabbing tightly onto my waist as he holds me up, slamming his hips into mine hard and fast. I barely had time to process what was coming as I shatter in his arms, my whole weight resting in Garrick’s hands as I go limp. Eyes rolling back into my head, mouth open in a silent moan as my legs tremble either side of his. I feel Garrick shudder beneath me, his thrusts faltering as he comes undone beneath me.

He gathers me in his arms rolling us to the side as he lays my head down on my pillow, whimpering at the loss of him as he removes himself from me. I barely register him cleaning me up and tucking me into bed as I fall victim to my exhaustion and fall asleep.

The next day it’s back to normal. Everyone none the wiser to how Garrick and I had spent most of our night as we walk the halls the next day. Which is how I wanted it. Garrick and I were just friends. Friends who hooked up a few times a week. An arrangement that worked for both of us since it had started last year. No strings attached, no feelings and no exclusivity. Though neither of us had hooked up with anyone else despite this.

”Quinn and I are having a girls night in her room, did you want to come?” Imogen asks me as we leave the gym, both of us in desperate need of a shower after the training session we had just done.

I turn my head to look at her and tell her I’m in, but two figures behind her across the courtyard near the Rotunda catch my eyes. Imogen turns to look, both of us watching Garrick as he leans up against the wall talking to girl in second wing. I watch as he raises a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I don’t miss the way she tips her head downwards slightly, and I’d bet any money she’s blushing. I instantly see red. Wanting to march over there and pull her away from him, tell her to stay away. I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want to do that. We were just friends. Friends who slept together. Nothing more. Why the hell did I feel like this?

”Sorry, I’ve got plans.” I tell her in the most monotone voice I’ve heard leave my lips as I turn and make my way to the dorms.

Another year done and over. Thank god. I’d been craving a drink since seeing Garrick talking to that girl two weeks ago. Since then I’d been avoiding him, which was pretty easy considering we’d all been sent away for War Games for five days and we were in different Wings. But since that night I’d opted to hanging out with my squad, mainly Imogen and Quinn. Something I knew Garrick had noticed as Imogen had told me Garrick had asked about me after I’d walked off when he’d approached our group at challenges. Even now I can feel his eyes on me across the room. It was not like me to ignore him like this, but I honestly couldn’t trust me feelings.

Movement next to me pulls me from my thoughts, one of the first year repeats sitting next to me. I remembered him from the start of the year. The scattering of freckles across his face had always stood out to me. He’d been apart of our squad till he hadn’t been chosen at Threshing. Which was a shame, from what Quinn and Imogen had told me he was one of the best in our squad.

”How was war games?” He asks me as he fills up his cup from one of the pitchers from the middle of the table.

”Tiring as usual. There’s only one time of year I will ever have thoughts on wanting to be back here, and that’s war games.” I tell him with a smile as he fills up my now empty cup.

We fall into conversation easily, laughing and telling stories and jokes. Something I had missed during the last week. And it was nice to be talking to someone new. Something to take my mind off what had happened. Though it’s not long before my mind wanders back as a tall looming figure hovers behind me, casting a shadow over me and onto the cadet I now know as Sawyer. I watch as his eyes widen as he looks behind me. A look I associated very well with Garrick.

”We need to talk.” He growls out from behind me.

I can practically feel the anger rolling off him against my back. I can see how worried Sawyer looks. Yeah, he was pissed.

”What do you want to talk about?” I toss over my shoulder before chugging the rest of my drink, definitely needing more alcohol in my system to deal with whatever was about to happen.

”In private.”

I turn and look at him. Yep. He was pissed. His eyes are narrowed at me, his jaw ticking from the strain of clenching it. Great. I tear my gaze from his, standing and pushing past him as I head towards the door, leaving Sawyer behind. I push through the door leading into the rotunda, barely making it a few steps before Garrick grabs my arm.

”What the hell was that?” He snaps, gesturing back towards the dining hall.

”Really? I could be asking you the same about you and the cadet a few weeks back in the courtyard.” I snap back as I gesture towards the door leading towards the courtyard.

His brow furrows as he looks towards where I point. “What are you talking about?”

Anger flares with in me. “That blonde who you had in the courtyard a few nights before War Games started. Tucking her hair behind her ear as she blushed and giggled at you.”

”So that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.” He drawls in a monotone voice.

”I haven’t been ignoring you. We’ve been away at War Games if you hadn’t noticed.” I retort as I walk a few steps away, needing to clear my head of the anger that was raging through me.

”Says the one who has walked away whenever I’ve joined the group and has been mysteriously absent from my bed.” He states as he walks over and steps in front of me.

”What do you want Garrick? Want me to confess that even though this isn’t technically exclusive that I’m a little jealous you start showing interest in another girl for the first time since this started happening? That maybe I realised I need to put some space between us and put effort into my other friends or find some new ones?” My voice echoing around the empty rotunda as I glare up at him.

”Please he didn’t want to be your friend.” He scoffs at me.

”Well I wouldn’t know because you couldn’t resist playing possessive guard dog after I start talking to a guy that isn’t you!” My voice cracks at the end, a tear rolling down my cheek that Garrick’s hazel eyes track.

”Trust me, there’s only one things guys want from girls in here.” Garrick looming over me as he takes a step towards me.

I scoff and shake my head at me. “Yeah, I’m starting to see that. Hope she can warm your bed till she also figures that out.”

”Sweethe-”

”Don’t. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” I snap at him before turning and storming back into the rowdy dining hall, wiping away another tear that rolls down my cheek.

[semisasseater]

YOU THE TYPA GIRL TO REALLY HEAL MY SCAR ─ se-mi

pairing : gf!se-mi x fem!reader Tw : Angst, trauma, PTSD, implied violence, mentions of death, emotional distress, survivor’s guilt, lying/deception, but ends with comfort/fluff. Summary : se-mi was filled with guilt. she felt like she should’ve died, until she remembered why she kept going and came back to the reason she kept going. wc : 2.2k (i think.) authors note : guys don’t attack me but i don’t read bad thinking diary.. so uh yeah but the photos look cute and aesthetically so! also guys it’s mine and my wife gabby 9 year anniversary of being together!! we’re getting married soon trust!! she’s mine yall sorry not sorry heh.. Not proofread

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The sound of a metal car door creaking open was deafening in the silence. The cold night air hit se-mi’s skin as she went outside for the first time in weeks. The streetlights flickered overhead, bathing the pavement in a dim glow, but nothing felt real. It was too quiet. Too normal.

Her hands clenched tightly around the credit card she carried after she got untied and took it out her mouth—stuffed full of blood money. Money that had come at the cost of hundreds of lives. Her legs trembled beneath her as she took cautious steps forward, half-expecting another game to start, another command to follow.

But it was over.

She had won.

The images of the games flashed through her mind. The red light, green light massacre. The six-legged race where she had barely escaped elimination. Mingle, where players had to form groups in rooms or be shot on the spot in rooms or not in a room. And Lights Out—the nightmarish free-for-all where trust had meant nothing, where she had to kill or be killed.

Her breath hitched as she remembered the blood on her hands, the screams, the desperation.

She should be dead.

And yet, here she was.

Shakily, se-mi reached for her phone, which had been returned to her at the floor. The screen was cracked, but it still lit up. As soon as it did, her heart clenched.

1,273 unread messages. 342 missed calls.

Every single one from her.

Her girlfriend.

Her Y/N.

Her thumb hovered over the messages, dread pooling in her stomach as she scrolled through them.

y/n: se-mi? Where are you?

y/n: baby please call me, I’m scared.

y/n: It’s been two days. Please don’t do this to me.

y/n: I don’t care what happened, I just need to know you’re okay.

y/n: It’s been WEEKS. Did you leave me? Please tell me you didn’t just disappear on purpose.

y/n: I love you. Please, just come back to me.

The texts grew longer, more desperate, more broken. The last one had been sent just hours ago.

y/n: I don’t think I can sleep tonight. I miss you so much. I just want you to be safe.

A sharp pain twisted in se-mi’s chest. She had been so focused on surviving that she hadn’t thought about what her disappearance had done to Y/N.

She had to fix this.

Without hesitation, she flagged down a taxi and gave the address to their shared apartment.

She was going home.

.

The apartment.

She hesitated before unlocking the door, remembering the guilt, the fear, the heartbreak in those texts.

Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

Her gaze landed on the couch immediately.

There she was.

Y/N was curled up under a blanket, her face turned toward the door as if she had fallen asleep waiting for se-mi to come home. Even in the dim light, se-mi could see her tear-streaked cheeks, her puffy eyes.

She had cried herself to sleep.

Se-mi’s throat tightened as she knelt beside her, hesitating before reaching out. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face before softly shaking her shoulder.

“Baby… wake up.”

A sleepy murmur escaped Y/N’s lips as she stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy with sleep, before focusing on se-mi’s face.

At first, there was confusion.

Then—shock.

And then, tears.

“S-se-mi…?” Y/N’s voice cracked, disbelief evident in her tone.

Se-mi swallowed the lump in her throat and forced a small smile. “Hi baby…”

Before she could say anything else, Y/N threw herself into se-mi’s arms, clutching her tightly. “Oh my god—oh my god—I thought you were—” Her words broke off into sobs as she held onto se-mi as if she’d disappear again. “I thought you were dead. I thought you left me. I thought—”

“I know” se-mi whispered, guilt settling deep into her bones. “I know, love, I’m so sorry…”

She couldn’t tell the truth.

Couldn’t tell Y/N about the blood, the bodies, the screams that still echoed in her head.

So she lied.

“It was… a work trip” she said quickly. “I had to go last minute. They took my phone, all my things. I couldn’t call you, couldn’t text you. I—I should have told you before I left, but I didn’t have time.”

Y/N pulled back, eyes searching se-mi’s face, still wet with tears. “You were gone for three weeks.”

“I know” se-mi said, forcing herself to hold Y/N’s gaze. “And I hate myself for it. But I promise you—I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath before nodding, her hands trembling as they cupped se-mi’s cheeks. “I don’t care where you were. I don’t care about anything else. I just… I’m just so glad you’re back.”

Se-mi’s heart ached as she leaned in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips. The warmth, the love, the relief—it was all there. Y/N kissed her back just as desperately, as if trying to make up for all the lost time.

The next morning, se-mi made good on her promise.

They went to the mall, shopping for everything Y/N wanted. Plushies, makeup, skincare—anything that could bring a smile to her face. Se-mi even surprised her with the Pink Chakra Heart Ring from Pandora, something Y/N had always wanted.

“Oh my god—Se-mi I love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Y/N squealed, hugging her tightly and peppering kisses all over her face.

Se-mi chuckled, squeezing her close. “Of course baby anything for you.”

But even as they laughed and enjoyed their day together, se-mi couldn’t ignore the gnawing weight in her chest.

The nightmares didn’t stop.

The screams still echoed in her head.

But every time she jolted awake, sweating, shaking, Y/N was there—holding her, whispering soft reassurances, grounding her back to reality.

“I’m here baby you’re safe.”

And for the first time since she left that place, se-mi believed it.

She had survived.

And that’s because, she had something worth living for.

@semisasseater

[flowery-mess]

healing touches

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / feeling sick / throwing up / let me know if anything else should be mentioned

Words: 1,8k

Author's note: I missed frat Noah❤️‍🩹 I have more interesting one shots for you, but I didn't want to push it when I'm not in the mood for it, so at least some fluff Noah for you

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You and Noah don’t text on a daily basis, so when you didn’t send him any new messages for three days, he didn’t think much of it.

He got ready for another party at his fraternity’s house, dressing himself in black loose jeans and black oversized t-shirt. Before leaving his apartment he put on two silver bracelets around his right arm, his fancy watch on left hand and also new ring. Throwing black jacket over his shoulders, he checked his phone to see his uber driver will be at his place in 3 minutes, giving him time to put shoes on and leave.

Noah is not the type to drink every week, but tonight he planned on getting loose a bit. That’s why he decided to leave his black car parked in front of the main building and take an uber.

The drive to the campus where the party was held was short, but he managed to text you ‘Are you coming tonight?’ text.

He knew you didn’t come every week, but tonight he really felt like having drinks and leaving with you.

15 minutes passed by and still no reply from you. Maybe you’re getting ready with your friends or already on the way, he thought.

“Hey man!” Matt pulled Noah in their bro hug, handing him cold beer fresh from the fridge.

“Hey, where’s the rest of the guys?” Noah asked, looking around the living room. Looking for the rest of his friends, but also for you.

Matt led him outside where the rest of their friend group was hanging out. Noah took spot next to Nick, listening to the conversation so he could join them.

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“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Clara asked you for like the 10th time today.

“Yes, I will. I’m a big girl and can take care of myself.” you replied, feeling guilty for the attitude when Clara was just being nice.

For three days straight you’ve been sick. It started on Wednesday when you threw up at the school bathroom, not knowing where it came from, but you still didn’t get rid of it. Along with it came fever and weakness.

Clara and Molly were getting ready for yet another party and you secretly wished they’ll both find someone to spend the night with, so you could have the dorm for yourself and don’t feel bad about occupying the bathroom most of the night.

“We’re leaving, Ella. If you need anything just text or call and we’ll be back, okay?” Molly assured you with a kiss on your forehead. Since you became sick she got into this ‘mom mode’ which you appreciated, but also needed a break from.

When you heard the door close, you picked yourself from the bathroom floor, crossing the room as quick as you could and throwing yourself in your bed.

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One thing about Clara is that she’s a loud person, so whenever she arrives somewhere, everyone knows it. When her and Molly arrived at the frat house, they didn’t bother to walk through the living room full of sweaty people, they went for the backyard straight away. They were scanning the people that were already hanging out there and when Clara saw group from her class she yelled at them from the other side of the big garden.

Noah knew her voice so instinctively his head turned around, but his face turned into a frown when he saw only Molly and Clara. That was weird, because you always came together.

He texted you again ‘Hey, I saw Molly and Clara, you here too?’ and put his phone away, waiting for your answer.

One hour later still with no answer from you, Noah got a bit worried. His plans of getting drunk no longer happening, but he couldn’t say the same about your two friends.

He was walking towards the group of people Molly and Clara were hanging out with, pretty visible that they already consumed enough alcohol to be at least tipsy.

“Hi Noah.” Clara was first to notice him.

“Hi,” Noah cleared his throat, not sure what to say as he didn’t think this through, “where’s Ella?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” Molly smirked at him, her eyes giving her drunken state away.

“Yes, that’s why I asked.” he didn’t like talking with Molly, feeling her disgust in every word she said to him. He turned to face Clara again, but Molly was quicker to speak up.

“She’s on a date.” came out of her mouth before she could realise what she said.

“On a date?” Noah repeated.

“Yep, with a guy that’s not you.” Molly continued to tease Noah, who didn’t know if she was serious or not. He looked at Clara hoping she would tell him the truth, but she was too drunk to stop giggling. At Molly’s joke? At his confused face? He didn’t know.

“Amazing, thanks for your help.” Noah said without any emotion in his voice, turning around and leaving. He didn’t even stop to tell the guys he’s leaving, he just left.

He started walking in the direction to your dorms, thankful for the few minute walk to get a hold of himself. He was angry, because either Molly made fun of him or you were actually on a date and broke your deal.

He sneaked into the building you three were living in and had to stop himself in front of your door to take a deep breath, calming himself down that there’s a possibility that you won’t open your door and actually be having a dinner with some guy.

He knocked on your door and waited, nothing. He knocked again, nothing. He repeated that move few more times, his knocking more and more loud each time. Then he tried to call you and he heard your phone ring inside. Did you have the guy over at your place? With that thought he made himself even angrier and started knocking like a crazy person.

Meanwhile you laid in bed, your head hurting from all the noises. First you thought someone was here for Molly or Clara, then your phone started ringing and then the knocking got louder.

It took all of your strength to get up from your bed and open the door with very annoyed “What?”

You saw Noah in all black, his face confused and phone in his hand ready to call you again.

“Hi?” he suddenly didn’t know what to say.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him without any form of greeting.

“Are you okay?” Noah noticed your tangled hair and your pale face.

“Do I look like I’m okay?” you spat back at him, wanting whatever this was to be over so you could go lay in your bed again.

“Molly said you were on a date.” he finally said, his cheeks turning a bit red as he realised how does it look.

You managed short laugh out of yourself before saying “On a date? She really doesn’t like you.”

“Well, now that I know you didn’t break our deal… are you okay? Because you look terrible.” Noah made one step towards you and put his hand on your forehead.

“I’m sick.” you whispered and closed your eyes, feeling the relief of Noah’s cold hand against your hot skin.

“Okay, I’m coming in.” Noah said and closed the door behind him. After he took his shoes off he led you to your bed.

“You don’t have to stay Noah.” you told him as he laid you down and put the blanket over your body.

“Well I’m here already, so.” he shrugged his shoulders as if taking care of sick your wasn’t any bother. “What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I have a high fever, my head hurts and I throw up.”

“Did you take any medicine?” Noah’s face looked concerned as he tucked you in, because you were shivering from the fever.

“Yes mom.” he was glad that you were joking, it was a good sign.

“I’m gonna make you some black tea that should help with the sickness, okay?” and with that he left your room to make some tea for you.

He brought some dry biscuits along with the tea, making you eat at least one and drink some tea.

“Move.” he said and stood up to take his jacket off.

“What?”

“Move a little so I can lay down too.”

“You’re not laying in my bed in your dirty jeans.”

“God.” he sighed, but took off his jeans and made you move so he could somehow lay next to you in your small bed.

“What are you doing?” was he cuddling you? Holding you? Why?

“Shut up, you’re cuddling me every night you stay at my place.” he put his arm around you so you could lay your head on his chest. You knew you did, because every morning you woke up earlier than Noah and found yourself in his arms, on his chest or him on yours.

“Maybe if Molly would see this, she’d hate you less.”

“This doesn’t make us boyfriend and girlfriend, I’m just being a helpful friend.”

“I know.”

“The sooner you get better, the sooner we can have sex.”

“You shut up now.” you smacked his chest, knowing he was joking.

He took your laptop and opened some random show on Netflix.

You couldn’t help yourself, so you asked him “Did you really think I’d break our deal?”

“No, but you didn’t reply to any of my messages for the last few days and I didn’t now if Molly was joking or not.”

“Sorry, I was busy throwing up.” Noah laughed, but you still wanted him to know that you wouldn’t betray him like that. “Don’t worry Noah, I’ll tell you when I’m interested in someone and want to stop this between us. Okay?”

“Okay.”

And with that you slowly felt your eyes closing, before fully falling asleep on Noah’s chest.

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When you woke up hours later, the left side of your bed was empty and Noah was nowhere to be seen.

Your laptop was back on your table and your mug was full of fresh tea. Next to it was note from Noah, it said “Drink the tea and get better so next week I don’t have to sleep in this small bed again.”

You appreciated that Molly and Clara didn’t come back, they wouldn’t stop with teasing you if they saw you and Noah cuddled in your bed.

You didn’t mind that Noah left when you were asleep, you were happy to see someone else than the girls at least for a while.

You reached for your phone, seeing it was 4 in the morning. You had few messages from Molly asking if you’re okay, then you saw Noah’s messages and clicked on them. You quickly sent him ‘thank you for stopping by' text, finishing the mug of still warm tea and falling back asleep.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

hey so can I have a scenario with Kurt wagner having a crush and he’s kind of hanging with the group, and the topic of “your type” comes up cuz crush just got asked out by the group very hot bad boy hero and crush is just like “Oh I don’t find bad boys or tough guys attractive at all. I like the opposite”. They like men who are cozy basically? (Kurt is cozy to be around once you know him).

~You Know You're Just My Type~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: A conversation about your type leads to some discoveries you were not prepared to make today- carpe diem... you guess

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"I've got a question for you y/n." Jack announces as he walks back into the room that you're all hanging out in.

"Shoot." You say dismissively. Jack's cool and all but nothing good ever comes out of his mouth when he begins like that. Plus all did was go get a soda, what could he possibly have discovered he needed to ask in that 5 minutes?

"When are you going to let me take you on a date?" He asks. Across the room, Kurt hold his breath at the question. Jack had a habit of flirting with you, but he'd never asked you on a real date before now. Or at least not that he knew of. But Jack is attractive, Kurt's never seen anyone say no to the guy before and he's not convinced you will either.

"Excuse me?" You blink at him and then burst out laughing. "That's the funniest thing you've ever said if I'm honest." You shake your head and Kurt feels beyond relieved as he sighs.

"Give it a rest man you're barking up the wrongest of trees." Logan scoffs.

"And how would you know?" Jack looks at Logan.

"Because he's got a brain." You say.

"They're practically attached at the hip dude, if any person here would know what's what with her dating preferences it'd probably be Logan." Jean says.

"Blasphemy!" You scoff.

"Defamation!" Logan chimes.

"Character Assassination!" You add.

"You're literally leaning against each other as if you can't sit up on your own right now be serious." Scott scoffs.

"Wait a second, that's a good point- are you two dating?" Jack asks.

You and Logan share a look.

"Gross." You both say.

"Why would you ask that?" You scoff.

"We just established the two of you are basically one person." Jack says.

"Yeah- platonically." You say.

"Have you never been friends with a girl dude?" Logan asks.

"I mean yeah, I'm friends with Jean, and Storm, and y/n- we're just not as close as you and y/n seem to-"

"Well hang on you just asked y/n on a date, so that automatically makes things a little different." Logan cuts Jack off.

"You're telling me you wouldn't date y/n?"

"I'm not answering that. You're being weird." Logan says, shaking his head.

"Yeah and don't talk about me like I'm not right here." You say.

"Fine, why won't you go on a date with me?" Jack asks.

"You are not my type darling."

"Nonsense." He rolls his eyes.

"So what is your type?" Jean asks.

"More importantly, how is it not me?" Jack asks.

"Do we have to do this?" You sigh.

"I think we should, I wanna know." Jack smirks.

"You're rowdy and obnoxious and kind of a dick sometimes and surprise there's only room for me to be close to one guy who's kind of a dick- Logan's already taken the spot." You shrug.

"So if you stop being friends with Logan-"

"Hey, tread carefully asshole." Logan points at him.

"Yeah that sounds like the start of a threat." You say.

"Don't team up against me." Jack shakes his head.

"Fine so we know they're not your types but you still haven't answered what is." Jean presses.

"Does it matter?" You scoff.

"Why are you being so secretive about it?" Storm asks.

"I just don't think it changes anything for most of you." You say.

"But for some of us?" Scott asks.

"Maybe Jack here." You say.

"Just Jack?" Logan smirks.

"Go die." You side eye him.

"Just answer their question." Logan chuckles. You sigh heavily.

"I like someone kind, gentle, I guess more on the soft spoken side? Not a pushover but not abrasive. I want someone calm, none of the adrenaline junkie shit."

"Can you guess who she's thinking of?" Logan smirks. His eyes flit very briefly to the subject of his oh so subtle insinuation.

"Shut up. You piece of shit." You shove him slightly, but you are still leaning on him so not with enough force to knock him down. You hope no one was able to pick up on what he was trying to hint at to the rest of the room. Although with Kurt being more quiet than usual you can't help but wonder if he knows.

"Wait, are you thinking of someone particular?" Scott asks.

"No." You say firmly.

"Logan?" Jean presses.

"She says no." He shrugs.

"You are such a dick. You know they're not gonna let this go! I will have no peace so long as they think I was describing someone in particular." You groan.

"Well-"

"Shhhhh! You're the worst. I'm never telling you anything of importance ever again." You smack Logan's chest.

"So there is someone specific?" Storm asks.

"That why you won't date me? Because you have a crush on someone else?" Jack asks.

"I! Did not say I have a crush on someone else." You say.

"No but your second head basically did." Jean says.

"Okay, just so we're clear, I won't date you because you're you. Whether or not I have a crush on someone else is irrelevant to that decision." You tell Jack.

"Ouch." Jack grabs his chest as if you've wounded him.

"You'll be fine, walk it off." You roll your eyes.

"Come on- you can trust us. You know that." Jean says.

"That is so not the problem here. I didn't want to talk about any of this in the first place. Can we drop this? Now?"

"Okay when y/n wants us to know anything about that she will tell us herself guys." Scott says.

"Thank you Scott." You say. "I'm going to get a drink. Anyone want anything?" You ask standing up. You need a break from this nonsense.

"I just came back from the kitchen, I could've got you something." Jack says.

"I didn't want anything then."

"I'll take a beer." Logan says.

"Great- be back." You say, leaving the room. You walk down to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge for Logan and a bottle of water for yourself.

"Do you- actually have a crush on someone?" Kurt's voice surprises you as you shut the fridge door.

"Fucking Christ!" You shout as you clutch your chest.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." He blinks in surprise.

"We need to get you a bell, you're too quiet when you walk." You say waiting for your heart rate to slow.

"I'm sorry. Logan asked me to refill on snacks." Kurt says

"It's fine dude, what'd you ask me?"

"Just- if Logan was telling the truth about you having a crush on someone or just taunting you like he does?" Kurt asks. Your knee-jerk reaction is to lie, tell him Logan was just being a dick and there's no one, but how bad could it be if he knew- I mean he's asking after all.

"Uh- well he was definitely trying to tease me but he wasn't lying about it I- was describing a specific person, yes."

"Someone we know- I assume?" Kurt asks hesitantly. He's not even sure he wants to know what the answer is.

"Correct." You nod. This conversation feels so awkward. You wish he would just ask who it is if that's what he wants to know.

"And you... want to keep it a secret, who it is?"

"I want the person to know before everyone else does." You say. Quit beating around the bush and tell him already my GOD

"I don't want to pry." Kurt says.

"Kurt the person I'm talking about is you." You blurt out before you can convince yourself not to. Again.

"What?" His eyes snap up to meet yours.

"I was talking about you."

"Oh." He whispers.

"It's not a big deal and I'm only telling you because Logan's been giving me grief for the past couple of months and after what just happened I'm starting to think he'll tell you before I do so- I wanted to get it out there. While we're on the subject or whatever."

"You- you like me?" Kurt asks, astonishment laced through his quiet words.

"Don't make me regret telling you."

"I- I had no idea."

"Yeah I'm pretty good at that."

"No I mean- I didn't even know you paid attention to me."

"Of course I do."

"I like you too."

"You do?"

"More than anything. When Jack asked you out earlier I thought for sure you'd say yes and- I really hated the idea."

"I hate the idea of saying yes to Jack too." You quip. Kurt chuckles and you're glad that at least some of the tension has been cut by the joke.

"So- what happens now?"

"Now we go back in there and pretend this didn't happen because- I want us to figure things out before we tell everyone else." You say. 

"Okay, but what does figuring things out look like?" Kurt asks.

"A date. How's Friday?"

"I can do Friday." He nods.

"Okay, good, I'll meet you in the foyer at 8?"

"Where are we going?"

"Wherever the night takes us." You shrug.

"How do I dress for that?"

"Something you'll be comfortable in."

"Okay. Friday. 8pm. Now we go back in there and be normal?"

"Yep. Until at least Friday at 9."

"What happens after 9?"

"Depends on how the date's going."

"Cool- you should head back first you've been gone longer." Kurt suggests.

"Good idea. See you in a few." You say leaving the kitchen. You're a little confused on how that all just happened but you're pretty sure you have to thank Logan for that? You're not totally sure why yet, but later, when you're alone with your thoughts and able to dissect this whole evening properly, you'll hopefully understand what the hell just took place.

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[yvesismywife]

— ⋆˚｡ IWH2BMX ᝰ.ᐟ chapter twelve

y/n l/n, the 4th member of the rnb girl group flo, is notorious for her very noticeable lack of pr training. once she goes through a very public breakup, her pr team finally decided it was time to control her online presence. daniela avanzini, the main dancer of the girl group katseye, found her reputation getting caught in the cross fire of her band mate’s blunt personality. so when both groups are caught at the same party, management gets a not so great idea.

mindless behaviour (half written)

“YOU��RE LATE” “BY A SINGULAR MINUTE!”

“that’s still late. is it not?” y/n ignores her comments, to avoid any chance of starting an argument with the cuban. “can we not? can we at least try to get along when we’re out in public?”

“fine… what are you ordering?” y/n looks through the menu before finding her go to. “chicken strips”

“ew-” “daniela!” “damn… my bad”

y/n and daniela mutually found themselves in a calm, and somewhat friendly conversation. talking about their careers. daniela talking about how it was being apart of dream academy, and y/n talking about how flo came to be.

their conversations got interrupted by both of their phones blowing up. notifications after notifications from twitter.

“well, we’re going viral…” daniela said calmly. “one of your fans posted us… and so did popbase.”

“ugh popbase just can’t get enough of me.” y/n’a giddiness earned an eye roll from daniela. “whatever. so i guess this is when we announce our…situation?”

“no!” y/n yelled a tad bit too loud for their location. “i mean-” she clears her throat. “we have to build up the suspense, you know?” “no. i don’t” the cuban looks at her confused

“it would seem… random if we just go “hey we’re dating”. we need to like… have then guessing… clawing at their cages, waiting for us to announce something. you gotta tease them a little bit.”

“you want us to ‘tease’ our fans… instead of just… being normal and announcing it?” daniela asked confused. “yes! to make it more believable when we actually announce it. we’ll post somethings of us together, or about each other. but give it some time until we actually go out and say our business.”

“pose.” y/n tells daniela. “what?” “just- pose.”

once daniela poses, y/n take a picture to post. “okay. if someone was to post you, what song would you want them to post you to?” the rnb singer asks. “ojitos lindos.” “i’ve never heard that one before.”

“what about you?” “what?”

“what song would you like someone to post you to?” “omg! hello by mindless behaviour”

“girl…who?” “you’re joking…” the look on daniela’s face shows that she is in fact… not joking.

“you don’t know mindless behaviour!? oh miss avanzini… you have some homework to do when you get home if this relationship is gonna work out.”

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[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 31

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 800

Masterlist

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  This Monday morning, I smiled, reminiscing about the weekend. On Sunday, we had explored the turquoise blue coves around Marseille. It was with regret that we returned to the gray skies on Sunday evening. She had to go back home to her children, while I returned to my place, greeted only by an empty fridge.  

I grabbed my computer and sent her a message.

 How’s the easy girl doing? 

 "Did you eat a clown this morning or what?" 

It was Alexia, who had just arrived at the office. She observed me, surprised.

 "Ona! What did you do this weekend? Your face is all sunburned!" 

Indeed, Lucy had been right. September's sun could be ruthless, and it had clearly left its mark on me. I was busted.

 "Uh, I was in Marseille!" 

She sat down in front of me, staring.

 "You didn’t tell me! With who?" 

Caught.

 "With Marie! It was a last-minute plan, Saturday morning." 

 "Marie, that girl? Why don’t you ever tell me anything? We’re supposed to share everything! Does she work for the FBI or something?" 

I smiled at her.

 "Sorry, Alexia, I’m telling you now. It just happened, that’s all!" 

 "Tell me, are you having romantic little weekends now?"  she teased, winking as she walked out of my office.

 "Very funny, Alexia. We’re just enjoying life, that’s all!" 

My gaze shifted back to my computer, where a new message had just arrived.

 Fine. And you, Miss Tease? 

We fell into the habit of seeing each other regularly, Lucy and I, almost every two days in the weeks that followed, sometimes at her place but mostly at mine. She also took me on a weekend trip to her parents’ chalet in the Alps, filled with walks, restaurant outings, and passionate nights. I let myself go, not thinking about what this relationship was or where it was heading. Nowhere, I assumed. Sometimes I wondered what Lucy felt, but we never had that conversation. Out of modesty? Fear of hearing the truth?  

Through small hints, a few words, we showed our affection. But what level of affection was it? It was especially hard for me to go more than two days without feeling a longing for Lucy. I had a visceral need to touch her, to see her, to feel her presence.

  That Thursday evening, we were at my place.   I had work to finish on my computer, while she was poring over a huge city map, punching numbers into a calculator.

 "What are you working on?"  I asked her.

She turned toward me, her glasses perched on her nose.

 "I’m calculating the number of people responsible for security during Saturday’s Pride parade along the route. A real joy!" 

I frowned, and she added:

 "there’s a real risk of disruptions from extremist groups like Civitas. They’ve made threats. So, I’m double-checking everything the prefect and police have planned. I don’t want any incidents!" 

I smiled at her.

 "Are you going?" 

 "Yes, I go every year as Mayor. This will be my tenth! Impressive, huh?" 

 "More than me, clearly. Incredible!" 

I remembered seeing her several times at Pride, inaugurating the start of the parade. I teased her:

 "This year, you could ride on a float given the circumstances. I’ll come with you if you want!" 

 "Why not!"  she replied with a smile.  "Even though I’m not gay!" 

I began stroking her arm, still teasing her.

 "Hmmm, not even a little?" 

I moved closer, whispering in her ear. She turned to face me.

 "I’m a straight woman having a special experience with a gorgeous girl." 

 "Don’t take it that way, Ona. I didn’t mean  experience  like that." 

I pulled back, taken aback by her words. The term  special experience  didn’t sit well with me. She noticed my change in mood and tried to backtrack.

I pouted, turning my gaze away.

 "Words have meaning. It’s fine, I get the message." 

She moved closer and grabbed my hand.

 "Ona! Don’t make that face... Consider me however you want." 

She placed my hand against her lips. I pulled it back, straightening up.

 "What matters most, Lucy, is how you see yourself." 

She raised her eyebrows, clearly tired of the direction this conversation was taking.

 "Ona, seriously! Maybe you want me to come out this weekend at Pride? And then you can move in with me next week with the twins? And we’ll live happily ever after with lots of kids?" 

She spoke sharply. I was stunned, unable to find a reply. Realizing her harshness, she softened her tone.

 "I don’t like where this conversation is going, Ona. I didn’t mean to put it that way..." 

But the words had been said, unmistakably. She took my hand again.

 "I have to go; it’s already 9 PM."  She kissed me before leaving my apartment.

I was shaken. Even though I had suspected this wouldn’t go anywhere, the conversation forced me to confront the truth I didn’t want to acknowledge. I realized, deep down, that I had hoped for something more—a real relationship with Lucy, though I hadn’t admitted it to myself. Now, I knew it would never happen.

[starvrse]

UNDER PRESSURE

pairing: kim nakyoung x trainee fem!reader

summary : dance teacher nakyoung fingers u 😅

warnings: she manipulates u into sex !!!, fingering, mirror sex, dom naky, etc.

unnecessary bs: 3.8k words

seated in front of the studio mirror, nakyoung carefully observes your group of seven as you rehearse the same song for the umpteenth time. her sharp gaze flicks from one member to the next, taking in every movement, every gesture, and every imperfection. with a critical eye, she notes every wrong step, every missed beat, and every flaw in the choreography. she studies the dynamics of the group, the interactions between the members, and the cohesiveness of the performance.

as the dance comes to an end with a performance that appears flawless, the girl with her feline like features stands up from her previous sitting position, releasing a deep breath she had been holding. she stretches out her muscles, loosening any tension that had built up during the extensive rehearsal. Her sharp, perceptive eyes look over the members.

“yn.” she calls out to you with a strict tone. “step forward.”

you swallow hard and walk to the center of the room, feeling the weight of her sharp gaze. the rest of the girls watch, their expressions a mix of concern and tension.

“you hesitated on the bridge,” nakyoung says, her voice cold and cutting. “it threw off the entire performance. this isn’t a game, we can’t have weak links in this group.”

you nod, trying to maintain your composure. “i’ll do better,” you reply, but your voice falters slightly.

“better isn’t good enough,” she snaps. “you need to step it up. I don’t wanna see any more mistakes.”

she pauses, her eyes narrowing. “after practice, I want you to stay back. we need to go over your parts. I don’t care if everyone else is done for the day, your training isn’t complete yet.”

you feel a surge of anxiety mixed with determination, and your ears burn with embarrassment as the rest of the group observes your reprimand. “okay,” you respond quietly, trying to steady your voice.

“good,” she replies, crossing her arms. “now let’s run it again, but this time, I want to see real improvement. show me you can handle the pressure.”

as the music starts, you focus all your energy on the dance, trying to shake off the weight of her criticism. but with each move, you can feel her eyes piercing through you, assessing every misstep.

when the performance ends, you catch a glimpse of the other members exchanging glances, concern and tiredness etched on their faces. but nakyoung’s gaze remains locked on you, relentless and unwavering.

“not bad, but still not enough,” she says, a hint of disappointment in her tone. “the rest of you can go.”

the other six members share knowing looks, sensing the tension in the air. one by one, they bow to nakyoung, murmuring their thanks before slipping out of the studio. you watch as their silhouettes and voices fade away, leaving you alone with raven haired girl.

as the door clicks shut, nakyoung’s demeanor shifts slightly, but her intensity remains. “you need to step up your game, yn,” she continues, crossing her arms. “i know you have potential, but right now, you’re holding the team back.”

you take a deep breath, preparing for the feedback. “i understand. i’ll work harder.”

“harder isn’t enough,” she replies, her voice firm. “i need to see more confidence. you’re letting your nerves get the best of you, and it shows.”

nodding, you reaching for your water bottle and take a sip. your gaze follows your instructor as she strides toward the door—and suddenly, she locks it.

the fuck is she locking the door for?

you crease your eyebrows together while slightly tilting your head to the side.

nakyoung takes notice of your expression and smirks. “just so no one can interrupt us” she says, answering your question without hearing you say it.

nakyoung steps away from the door, her eyes never leaving you. she walks slowly, almost deliberately, as if she’s measuring each step. you can feel the pressure building in the silence between you two.

“come to the center.” she commands, her tone flat, but there’s something in it that makes you move without thinking.

you take a few tentative steps forward, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of her gaze heavy on you. as you stop in the center of the room, you glance at the mirror, but her reflection is the only one you focus on.

“show me your confidence,” nakyoung says, her voice low, almost like a challenge. “you’ve got the moves, but you don’t own them yet.”

you swallow hard, your hands trembling slightly as you wait for the music to start. the room is still, quiet, and then the music hits—sharp, fast, and unforgiving.

you push yourself to match every beat, every movement, but something feels off. the pressure, her gaze—it’s too much.

nakyoung doesn’t say a word, but you can feel her judgment in the air, sharp and cutting. with each move, you try to find the confidence she demands, but all you can hear in your head is her voice, reminding you that it’s not enough.

when the music cuts off, her gaze sharpens, locking onto you.

“better, but still not enough,” she says, her words chilling. “you’re still holding back. why?”

you take a deep breath, shaking your head, trying to shake off the nerves. “i… i don’t know.”

“you do know.” she snaps, her tone harsh. “you either want this or you don’t.”

you nod quickly, determined to prove yourself, but the sting of her disappointment lingers in the air.

nakyoung studies you for a moment longer, then, without saying a word, she strides toward the center of the room, stopping just inches from you. her presence feels overwhelming, close, and you feel your pulse quicken under her gaze.

“show me again.” she commands, her voice a soft order. she doesn’t wait for a response before she moves, reaching out to guide you.

with surprising confidence, nakyoung steps in closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your waist as she positions you. her touch is firm, but not unkind, as she adjusts your posture, her fingers pressing into your sides to correct your stance.

“you’re too stiff here,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. without giving you time to react, she moves your arm, pulling it up and guiding it through the motion. her hand stays there for a moment, her fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

you try to focus on the movements, but her closeness is hard to ignore. the touch is so direct, so insistent, that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

“relax,” she says, her voice low as she moves her hands to your shoulders, squeezing gently to ease the tension. “you need to feel the movement, not just do it. follow me.”

she moves you through the steps, her hands on your waist, your arms, directing you with precision. each time you make a mistake, she corrects you, her touch gentle but unyielding. she shifts your body with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what they want, guiding you into the correct form without hesitation.

“good, but you’re still holding back,” she says, her voice softer now, almost a whisper. she adjusts your arms again, moving closer to correct your position, her fingers brushing over your ribs. you can feel the heat of her body near yours, the tension thick between you two.

her touch lingers for a moment longer than it should, and you feel a mix of unease and something else—something you can’t quite place.

“again.” she orders, her hands moving to your waist once more as she pulls you into the next step, her touch controlling.

you obey, your body moving with hers, but inside, you’re still trying to adjust, unsure of the line between instruction and something more.

as nakyoung continues to guide you through the moves, you try to focus, but her touch is making it harder and harder to concentrate. her fingers at your waist, the way she adjusts your posture, it’s all too close, too intimate. the heat of her body against yours makes it difficult to breathe properly, let alone execute the steps with precision.

you feel her hand slide down your arm, her fingers brushing against your skin as she shifts you into the next position, but something inside you jolts at the touch. your mind begins to wander, thoughts tumbling over each other, and suddenly, you can’t remember the next move.

you freeze.

nakyoung doesn’t miss it.

“yn,” she says, her voice sharp, a hint of irritation creeping into her tone. “focus.”

you nod quickly, trying to regain control, but as you try to step into the next part of the choreography, your foot stumbles. the misstep throws you off balance, and you find yourself faltering, your body unable to catch up to the rhythm.

nakyoung steps back, crossing her arms over her chest, her gaze now colder, calculating.

“you’re distracted,” she states flatly. “and it’s affecting your performance.”

you swallow, the frustration building inside you. her gaze never leaves you, sharp and disapproving. you try to steady your breath, but your nerves are getting the best of you.

“this is not the time for distractions,” she continues, her voice firm but controlled. “you want to be better, but you’re not taking it seriously.”

you bite your lip, trying to gather your focus again. but the heat of her touch, the memory of her fingers on your waist, is still lingering, and it’s clouding your thoughts.

“again.” nakyoung demands, her eyes narrowing. “this time, no mistakes.”

you nod silently, but inside, you’re battling the growing tension, the confusion of what her touch means versus what you’re supposed to do. as the music starts again, you brace yourself for another attempt, but you know that this time, the pressure is all on you.

nakyoung watches you with a cold, assessing gaze as you stumble through the next move. you can feel the weight of her disapproval pressing down on you, the mistake now hanging in the air between you two.

she doesn’t say anything at first, but then, with a sharp exhale, she steps back, putting a little distance between you.

“break.” she says flatly, her voice cutting through the tension. she turns and walks over to the mirror, her movements calm but deliberate.

you stand there, your breath coming in shallow bursts, trying to steady yourself after the mistake. your mind races, your nerves still frazzled. you glance at nakyoung, unsure of what to do next.

she doesn’t look at you right away. instead, she sits down on the floor in front of the mirror, crossing her legs in a casual, almost expectant manner.

“come here,” she says without looking up, her tone softer but still carrying an undeniable command.

you hesitate, but the pull of her presence is too strong, and against your better judgment, you step forward. her eyes flicker up to meet yours, and there’s something unreadable in her gaze.

as you approach, nakyoung pats her lap, a silent invitation that leaves you frozen for a moment. she raises an eyebrow, the sharpness of her expression softened by the calmness in her posture.

“sit,” she instructs, her voice carrying that unmistakable authority.

you swallow, unsure, but comply, slowly lowering yourself onto her lap. the sudden closeness makes your skin prickle with nerves. her body feels warm against yours, her presence overwhelming in the stillness of the room.

nakyoung shifts slightly, making you settle more comfortably in her lap. her hand rests on your waist, a gentle yet possessive touch that contrasts with the tension in your body.

“breathe.” she mumbles against your ear, her voice unexpectedly soothing, as if she’s trying to ground you.

you try, but it’s hard to ignore the heat of her hand on your side, the way her fingers seem to linger there longer than necessary. her presence is consuming, and your heart races with a mix of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place.

“you need to focus, yn,” she says, her tone soft but carrying an edge. “you’re letting distractions take over. I need to see you own it, all of it.”

you nod slowly, trying to steady your breath, but the closeness, the intensity of her touch—it makes it harder to think clearly.

nakyoung’s fingers trace light circles on your waist as she holds you in her lap. the silence is heavy, her sharp eyes studying you in the mirror. after a long pause, she tilts her head slightly, as if coming to a decision.

“i have an idea,” she says, her voice low, deliberate. her hand tightens slightly on your waist, grounding you. “but you have to cooperate.”

before you can even ask what she means, you feel her lean in, her lips brushing against the side of your neck. the gesture is slow, purposeful, and sends a jolt through your entire body.

“unnie,” you say, your voice shaky, as you instinctively pull back slightly, your hands gripping her arm. “i… i don’t think we should do this.”

she freezes, her lips hovering just above your skin, her breath warm against your neck. for a moment, the air between you is thick with unspoken tension, and then she pulls back completely, her hands slipping from your waist.

she grips your jaw firmly, tilting your head just enough to force your eyes to meet hers in the mirror. “you want to debut, don’t you?” she uttered, her voice low and laced with a quiet, unmistakable threat.

her gaze is sharp, unrelenting, and it pins you in place. the question lingers in the air, heavier than it should be, her grip on your jaw firm but not harsh.

“well?” she asks, her voice soft but insistent.

“yes.” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“good.” she says, her lips curling into a faint smirk. her fingers trail lightly along your jawline, the tension in the room thick and inescapable.

nakyoung leans back in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up the side of your neck. her tongue is warm and wet, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. you tense at the unexpected contact, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you lean into her unconsciously.

she chuckles softly, pleased with the reaction she's gotten. she repeats the motion, licking another stripe up your neck before nipping gently at the sensitive skin just beneath your ear. your heart racing in your chest as you struggle to catch your breath.

her hand slowly drifts down from your waist to your thigh, her fingers splaying out as she runs her hand up and down the inside of your thigh possessively. she can feel you tensing beneath her touch, your breath hitching in your throat with each pass of her hand.

the girl’s hand continues its slow, teasing journey up and down your thigh, her fingers eventually reaching the hem of your sweatpants. she pauses for a moment, her fingers hovering just above your covered sex before slowly inching them underneath the fabric. her touch is gentle at first, just a light brushing against your panties.

"this isn't right..." you muttered weakly, your face flushing as you squirm in her lap, torn between the urge to pull away and the growing warmth between your legs. nakyoung simply hushes you, her fingers pressing more firmly against your center through your panties.

"shhh, it's good for you," she whispers, her voice low and soothing as she slowly rubs her fingers in circles against your covered heat. "you're so tense, you need this. you need to relax."

she starts to move her fingers in a steady rhythm, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp and arch your back. "see?" she purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "your body knows what it needs, even if your mind is protesting."

"too many clothes..." nakyoung stated, one hand still expertly working between your legs while the other moves to your waist. she hooks her fingers into the waistband of your pants and starts to pull them down, maneuvering you carefully in her lap.

as she pulls your pants down, a giggle escapes her lips. "well, aren't these cute?" she remarks, her fingers pausing momentarily to trace the playful cartoon pattern printed on the fabric. "i never took you for a cute underwear kinda girl."

“too bad they have to go.” she says, fully removing your panties. leaving you bare, an instinctive reaction takes over, you try to close your legs, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks and down your neck. your heart races as embarrassment and a touch of fear tingle through you. "n-no, i... i can't..”

nakyoung chuckles softly, placing her strong hands on your inner thighs to keep your legs apart. "oh, you can and you will," she teases, her fingers splaying wider to hold you open. "you're too cute like this, trying to hide."

nakyoung leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "besides, doesn't it feel better to let go? to surrender to someone who knows exactly what you need?" her hot breath sends shivers down your spine.

"now, be a good girl and keep your legs open for me. i'm just getting started." with a firm but gentle touch, the older girl resumes rubbing slow circles around your sensitive clit. your moans fill the room as pleasure builds with each rotation.

as your moans grow louder, nakyoung quickly but playfully covers your mouth with one hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "as much as i love hearing those beautiful noises, we don't want the whole company knowing what i'm doing to you, do we?"

she leans in close, her lips hovering just above your ear as she continues to tease your clit with slow, deliberate circles. "i want to hear you scream my name when you cum, but for now..." she nips gently at your earlobe, "keep it down, sweetheart."

nakyoung’s fingers tease your entrance, gathering moisture before slowly, gently pushing one inside. her eyes widen slightly as she feels how incredibly tight you are. "wow... you're practically untouched, aren't you?" she murmurs, wonder and excitement coloring her voice. "don't worry, i'll be gentle."

nakyoung’s finger pushes deeper, slowly stretching your tight walls. you squirm and wriggle in her lap, your legs trembling as you try to accommodate her intrusion. the dancer holds you firmly in place, her other hand still covering your mouth to muffle your desperate whimpers and squeaks.

"stay still." nakyoung commands, her voice low and dominant. "you're making this harder than it needs to be." she curls her finger inside you, hitting a spot that makes you arch your back and try to pull away from the intense sensation.

she then suddenly releases her hold on your mouth, replacing it with a firm grip on your chin. she forces your head to turn, making you look into the mirror. your reflection shows your flushed face, wide eyes, and trembling lips, with nakyoung’s strong fingers buried inside you.

nakyoung’s voice is a low purr in your ear, laced with a commanding edge. "look at yourself, baby. see how beautifully responsive you are? those cute little spasms when i touch you…" her finger curls slightly inside you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

she slowly adds two more fingers to your tight hole, scissoring them to stretch you even further. your scream of protest and pain is muffled by her hand covering your mouth once more. she holds you in place, her fingers pumping in and out of you in a ruthless, controlling rhythm.

in the mirror, you see nakyoung’s smirk spreading across her beautiful face, those full lips curling with satisfaction and something darker—pure, unadulterated desire. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to claim this tight cunt." she whispers, her eyes locked with yours in the reflection.

her fingers continue their dominating rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last. your eyes water, tears streaming down your cheeks as the burning stretch meets with electric sparks of pleasure that make your whole body tremble. small, desperate "mmph" sounds escape your covered mouth, muffled but filled with need and pain.

nakyoung’s smirk turns into a cruel, satisfied grin as she sees your tears and hears your muffled whimpers. she curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes you writhe and whine pitifully. "so pretty," she teases.

"crying and moaning like a little bitch in heat, even after you said you didn’t want it." her thumb presses down on your clit, adding a new wave of sensations that make your legs shake uncontrollably.

the combination of pain and pleasure is too much, and you start to sob, your body trembling violently as nakyoung’s fingers and thumb work their magic. your vision blurs, and you feel yourself on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming sensations. nakyoung’s grin widens, her fingers never slowing their relentless pace.

the sight of your tear-streaked face and trembling form in the mirror, combined with your desperate moans against her palm, is nearly enough to make nakyoung lose control. she can feel her own panties growing damp as she holds you steady, finger fucking you roughly.

with a final, brutal thrust of her fingers, nakyoung sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses violently, a loud, muffled scream of nakyoung’s name escaping you as you cum hard all over the practice room floor, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

nakyoung’s fingers are coated in your release, and as she pulls them out, more of your essence drips down her hand. she looks up from your body, seeing your release splattered everywhere on the floor, and some even on the mirror.

with a wicked gleam in her eyes, nakyoung raises her glistening fingers to her mouth, locking eyes with your shocked reflection in the mirror. slowly, deliberately, she sucks each digit clean, her full lips wrapping around them as her tongue swirls to catch every last bit of your cum.

"mmm..." she hums in appreciation, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping back open to meet your gaze in the mirror. "you taste fucking amazing. i bet i could get addicted to that taste."

after cleaning her fingers with a smirk, nakyoung stands up from the floor, smoothing out her clothes. "i gotta get going," she says, her voice back to its usual cool tone, as if the intense moment between you two never happened. "see you tomorrow.”

with that, she throws you your pants and heads for the door, not bothering to look back at you as she exits the practice room. you're left laying there, still trying to process what just happened.

nobody asked for this like gtfoooo 🙄🙄🙄 guys i promise im doing the noeul fic 💔

[wandering-submissivegirl]

Let's try a little competition:

Get a piece of paper, and divide unto three columns and four rows. At the top of the second column right your own name. At the top of the third write "Bambi".

In the first column, starting on the second row write "kisses", then "blowjobs" and then "fucks".

Wear your best dress and work on your hair and makeup until you look gorgeous. Go to the busiest nightclub you can think of at least SIX hours before it closes.

Either through chatting, dancing, or whatever means you can, try to get as many people as possible to kiss you. Keep track on the sheet how many kisses you have had by putting tally marks under your name. If it leads to more, add tally marks on the sheet for number of blowjobs or fucks too. You only have THREE hours so I don't expect there will be many.

When have done three hours, go to the restroom and hold the paper in front of you. Focus on yourself in the mirror and out loud say to her "Bambi Sleep".

With any luck, Bambi will wake up, see the sheet, figure out the game, and add tally marks in her column. In the morning, you can compare who got the highest scores, you or Bambi.

I was super nervous for this. I wore a knee length red dress. Not too slim fitting but enough to show off. I did my hair in a high ponytail but took some scrunches in case I needed to change it. I did fairly minimal make up but it accentuated my eyes and lips. The club I went to was pretty quiet to begin with. There were a few groups dancing. I was cautious because I didn’t want to get too drunk too early. A guy came over and started dancing with me after 30 minutes age we danced a little before he started grabbing my ass and kissed me. I thanked him and he kept grabbing me as we danced. He was certainly having fun. He was quite nice looking but obviously very drunk. I told him I’d suck him if he wanted and he told me he had a gf at home but yeah what the hell. So he led me to the mens toilets and we went in a cubicle and I sat on the toilet and sucked him off. He never actually cum because he was so drunk but he was making a lot of noise so after 30 minutes of sucking he told me he had to go. He left and I felt a bit rubbish. I knew he hadn’t cum because he was drunk not because I was rubbish at sucking dick. Then the door opened again and another man came in. He told me he’d heard me sucking the other guy so now he wants a go. Sat on the toilet I wasn’t in position to argue and before I knew it his cock was in my mouth. He smelt so musky. Not as hot as the guy before but immediately I felt his cum building up snd his cock growing. After 10 minutes he cum in my mouth and kissed me on the forehead and called me a good girl which immediately sent my mind racing. As he left another guy came in and I realised I had no chance of escape… all in all in the 3 hours I was me in the club I sucked 4 guys and got 2 kisses. I managed to get to the ladies and saw my hair was a mess and my make up needed touching up. I did that before I held the paper up and gave into bambi. At the top of the paper I wrote 3 hours safe and secure. So I would remember to wake up. I don’t quite remember what happened in those 3 hours. But I vaguely remember being on my knees in a booth with 3 guys and 3 girls serving them all. I remember kneeling next to a urinal and having cum hit the back of my throat and when I woke up my hair was braided into pigtails and I had cum leaking out of my ass. Bambi had kindly filled in the form. 30 kisses. 10 BJs and 3 pussy’s and 1 fuck xoxo

[justanisabelakinnie]

OMG I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! YAY!!! 😍

Anyway, listen guys. I love Mean Girls. It means(pun not intended) a lot to me. I was literally born the year it came out, so I like to joke that it is the same age as me. I also love the memes and quotes that came from the film, and even own a Mean Girls shirt that I wear on Wednesdays and every October 3rd. It is LITERALLY one of my top five movies of all time! Seriously, you guys don’t understand how much I fucking LOVE this movie. It is, like, SO FETCH!!!(sorry I just had to lol) However, as much as I love it, and as much as I appreciate its genuine attempts to expose and deconstruct the internalized misogyny that permeates high school and the way that girls are pitted against each other, I still have to admit…it does not like women. Or at least, it doesn’t like women who aren’t white, cishet, gender conforming, slim, and conventionally attractive, and sometimes, I’m not even sure it likes them either. And let me explain why.

To start, there’s the movie’s horrid portrayal of women of color. All the main characters are skinny, cishet, attractive white women. And what few women of color exists are only negative, racist, stereotypical caricatures. There are the unfriendly Black hotties, who are all lightskin and whom Cady greets by saying “Jambo”, there’s the “I’m from Michigan” girl whom Ms. Norbury assumes is from Africa for no apparent reason, and worst of all, there are the “Cool Asian” girls who sleep with the white gym coach and fight over him, which contributes to the sexualization of Asian women for the pleasure of white men. It’s quite ironic that this movie is supposed to be all about how girls shouldn’t fight over a guy, which it rightfully shows as wrong and takes seriously with the two lead white girls(Regina and Cady), but then it boils down the two Asian girls as catty, slutty bitches who fight over a white guy and plays this for laughs. One of them is even wrongly quoted as saying the n-word in the subtitles, and the movie is full of racist jokes like this in general. And when Gretchen joins the group at the end of the movie, she speaks fake Vietnamese, which is of course, played for laughs as well. There’s also a later scene in the movie where Kevin gently turns Cady down by saying “I only date women of color” and this is played for laughs, as if the idea that a man(even a man of color) would choose a woman of color as more desirable than a white woman is ridiculous and worthy of mockery. Yes, Gretchen is also portrayed as being manipulated by a skeezy guy, Karen is a “slut” who kisses her cousin, and Regina has sex with Shane Oman, but none of them are reduced to these traits the way Trang Pak and the other Cool Asian girls are, and even if they were, white girls are still widely seen as more pure and attractive and worthy of protection than girls of color, so it would still be worse for the Cool Asians. While I’m glad that the story shows that Coach Carr was a predator by having Principal Duvall say “step away from the underage girls” it’s still played for laughs, and the movie doesn’t give Coach Carr any comeuppance(and no, him fleeing school property isn’t comeuppance, I want to see him get arrested and imprisoned), which I will address further later. If Coach Carr was preying on white girls, I bet the movie would have taken it much more seriously, but because girls of color are innately sexual, they are open to being sexually abused and exploited, according to this movie. Also, Janis is Lebanese despite her actress being a white woman. In the world of Mean Girls, white girls are beautiful, the feminine ideal, and prized, while girls of color are just vapid sluts, wannabe icons, and pushed off to the background. And this is a “fact” that is never once contested, and as a Black girl, that irritates me.

Next there is the horrible lesbophobia. The entire movie relies on the fact that Regina excluded and ostracized Janis for being a lesbian, and now Janis wants revenge, so she uses Cady to ruin Regina’s life and get that revenge. This is not a problem, as it realistically shows how homophobia was a thing in the past and how lesbians and other gay people get excluded and isolated for their sexuality…or at least it would be if Janis was actually a lesbian. But at the end of the movie there’s a random scene where Janis is making out with Kevin, for literally no reason other than shock value. Because of this, the movie gives the impression that bullying a girl for being a lesbian is bad because she might actually turn out to be straight, implying that being a lesbian is the worst thing a girl could ever be. Which is so fucking disappointing because this movie which is supposedly all about female solidarity and how girls shouldn’t cat fight could have sent a message that you shouldn’t treat lesbians like predators or weirdos or outcasts just because they like girls, and that girls should accept other girls regardless of their sexuality. But instead of telling the audience that you shouldn’t bully girls for being gay because it’s wrong to treat being a lesbian as a bad thing, it instead sends the message that you shouldn’t bully girls for being gay because being gay actually IS a bad thing, and you shouldn’t call a girl gay when she isn’t. The scene where Janis kisses Kevin does not even affect the plot. It only exists to assure the audience that “phew, it turns out she’s straight after all!” and ensure that she’s still sympathetic because she’s not actually a nasty lesbian…but what if she was one? Would that really be so bad? Would that justify the Plastics bullying and ostracizing her? Would that make her deserve to become an outcast? Apparently so.

This is a perfect example of queerbaiting. If you’re gonna have a female character who is gender-non-conforming, is ostracized for being a lesbian, hangs out with an effeminate openly gay guy along with a bunch of “art freaks” and no one else, reacts with disgust after kissing that gay guy(who is likewise disgusted for obvious reasons), and is literally NAMED after a lesbian singer, then you’d better do the common sense thing and actually make her a lesbian. The movie constantly shows being a lesbian as the worst thing you could be and the worst insult that you could ever call someone, especially in the big climax scene where Cady snaps and tells Janis that it’s not her fault that Janis is in love with her, which is supposed to show that Cady has really crossed the line, but would have been much more effective if Janis was actually a lesbian, rather than it just being a rumor.

And if you’re one of those people who’s just gonna go “but the whole point is that they only thought she was a lesbian because she’s masculine, wouldn’t that be an unfair stereotype???” Hello, feminine lesbian here. Masculine lesbians still exist, and they are frequently underrepresented in media because people think it is somehow more “progressive” to have a masc female character “subvert stereotypes” by making up for her masculinity and still being romantically available to men. And secondly, there is more to Janis’ lesbian coding than just her not being hyperfeminine, as I said above. They literally named her after a real-life lesbian for God’s sake and her best friend is a gay man(because of course the two queer outcasts at school would find each other). It’s just queerbaiting at this point to make her so heavily lesbian-coded but not an actual lesbian. It’s like the movie was mocking those who might think she’s a lesbian by aggressively forcing her to be straight. It’s irritating and it’s painful. And if you still think that I am making this up and that the movie does not treat being a lesbian as a bad thing, there is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene during the Halloween party where Cady sees two random girls making out…and looks at them in disgust. This is never touched on again or called out by the narrative, so the intention is clear that the movie just wants us to think “two girls kissing? Ew, gross! Good thing Janis isn’t one, right?”

But while the movie does characterize masculine women poorly, it also does something similar to feminine women. The movie falls into the typical trap of associating femininity with vapidity, shallowness, materialism, vanity, and meanness. Regina’s redemption is associated with her playing hyper-aggressive sports which is often seen as more traditionally masculine(which I don’t personally agree with but the movie does portray it as such), while Karen and Gretchen stay an idiot and a shallow sycophant respectively, Cady becomes more and more feminine the meaner she becomes, and at the end of the movie she is shown dressing like her old self, but more fashionably. Now, I don’t think that the movie completely shows femininity in a bad light, considering that the Plastics, even after they break up, are still feminine, but I do think that it associates femininity more with being less sympathetic and smart. Especially since near the end of the movie, Janis angrily calls out Cady for being a mean girl, which would be fine if not for the fact that the movie completely glosses over the fact that Janis was also a mean girl as well, and portrays her as totally in the right. When Cady rightfully points out that Janis was also involved in this, Janis ignores it and blames solely Cady, and the movie encourages us to agree with her.

Near the end, during the dance, Cady apologizes to Janis, who snidely asks her if she’s still an asshole, which is teeth-grinding when you remember that Janis was ALSO an asshole, while the movie blames solely Cady for being a mean girl, and never Janis. The entire point of the movie is that all of the girls are mean girls, and here the narrative only blames the Plastics for being mean because they are popular and girlier, while pretending that everything Janis did was entirely justified and acceptable because she is more tomboyish and an outcast. And this isn’t me defending the Plastics, or saying that Janis deserved to be an outcast. But the movie should have held them ALL accountable, and not heralded Janis as a badass hero and an underdog throughout, when the point should have been that NONE of the girls were in the right, not even Janis.

So with that out of the way, even with all its flaws representation-wise, the movie still does a good job of showing toxic teenage girl culture and how girls shouldn’t be pit against each other, right? Except…no. It doesn’t. The movie fails to deliver its main message that teenage girls shouldn’t be in competition with each other, because it fails to properly examine WHY girls are pressured to compete with and undermine each other, and does nothing to critique the patriarchal society we live in that tells women to hate each other, fight over men, slut-shame each other, etc. none of the male characters are shown facing any comeuppance for how they treat the girls and women in the story, Jason isn’t shown learning to be a better person and respect Gretchen, Coach Carr, as said above, gets away scot-free with grooming and quite possibly raping two underage girls, Regina’s dad is barely in her life(though he does show sadness and disapproval at her actions), and the other male characters aren’t shown as being sexist or held responsible for any misogyny or leading the girls to have any internalized misogyny at all. This movie doesn’t show any of the social forces, or the types of sexist messages from men, that would lead girls to do things like backstab each other for boys, compete for male attention, dumb themselves down to not intimidate men, or develop eating disorders. Instead, the movie simply blames the women themselves and acts as if girls act this way just because, or because they feel like it, which sends the accidental message that girls act this way because they’re naturally catty and bitchy and competitive towards each other. Instead of saying “girls feel pressured to fight each other because guys compare them or tell them that they are less than” or something like it, the movie merely asserts that “girls need to stop catfighting and acting petty and cruel and sneaky all the damn time”. It acts like girls are just that bitchy and insecure and constantly crave male validation because that’s simply how girls are, not because society engineers and pressures them to be that way.

One thing I really can’t stand is that popular quote from Ms. Norbury that goes “you guys have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores! It just makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores!” And how everybody in the fandom praises and celebrates that line and acts like it’s totally revolutionary and empowering. When all it does is imply that men being sexist to women is women’s own fault and something that they brought upon themselves through their actions. It’s victim-blamey “men respect women who respect themselves” type bullshit. It pins the blame of internalized misogyny onto women themselves and acts like we’re the ones who chose to pit women against each other, when in reality it is MEN who pit women against each other, leading to some women internalizing that.

In addition, the scene where Cady is told by Ms. Norbury “you don’t have to dumb yourself down to get guys to like you” would have been more meaningful if the movie actually showed why Cady does think that, like having a guy tell Cady that smart women are unattractive or that she’s intimidating men by being too good at math and no guy will dare date her because of it, leading to her thinking it’s true because she’s naïve and doesn’t know any better. The same is true for the Plastics looking in a mirror and hating themselves, Regina being obsessed with staying skinny, and Regina’s mom having breast implants(which the movie also makes fun of, by the way 😒). But the movie doesn’t show any of that. The closest it comes to that is showing Regina’s little sister Kylie dancing to an inappropriate music video on TV, but she’s so unimportant that it means nothing in the grand scheme of things(and also…it’s played for laughs once more. Sigh). Once again, the blame is placed entirely on the women themselves for acting this way. It’s not like society’s messages breed internalized misogyny in women, no, it’s just natural, that’s just how women are. Women, amirite? Bitches be crazy. #JustGirlyThings. It’s gross.

Once again, Mean Girls is a fun movie. It’s fabulous, it’s fierce, it’s iconic, it has amazing costume and set design and dialogue and an incredible banger soundtrack. And it has great female characters, too! In the main cast, at least. And I love each and every single one of them to death! But is it a feminist film? No way, honey. Nuh-uh. Not in the slightest. I know that this review sounds like I am hating on Mean Girls, but I genuinely do enjoy it. And I genuinely do also think that it really did try to send a feminist message about female friendships and solidarity. It was, after all, inspired by a parental self-help book called Queen Bees and Wannabes, which is all about female social hierarchies in high school. But unfortunately, it fumbled the bag, not just because it failed at its core message, but because of how it writes all types of women negatively, as I stated above. You can adore something and acknowledge its flaws. You can love a work and admit that it’s not perfect. You can enjoy a story without it being the most progressive and revolutionary think piece ever and you’re not less open-minded for loving it. But you still gotta be honest with yourself. And so do I.

I suppose that, for me, Mean Girls would be placed in the “it thinks it likes women, it WANTS to like women, but it doesn’t” category. Because that’s where it belongs. It tries so hard to be a feminist film, but it’s overshadowed by white feminism, lesbophobia, racialized misogyny, and a whole host of other things that prevent it from being the feminist groundbreaker that it tries to be. It’s not as bad as the Barbie movie, but irs still pretty bad. So despite my deep and sincere love for this movie, I can’t in good faith vote yes. Mean Girls thinks it likes women, it wants to like women, but it does not. It especially doesn’t like women like me, probably because it doesn’t consider women like me to be worthy of being liked, or as anything other than a caricature or a negative example of what to avoid. And that’s just a fact that I have to accept. 😞

Does Mean Girls (the movie) like women?

Mean Girld (Film, 2004)

Explain your reasoning in the tags!

[starsstuddedsky]

I saw a clip of dream singing open arms by journey and I actually think it’s criminal that sm didn’t drop a full video. all of their rookies should actually sing open arms. that should be the initiation ritual

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 3: Pinned Down

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: let’s do it babes! One last race before summer break!

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user1: getting a dose of Senioritis here?

↳y/n_rb: NO! In fact I’m counting down the days till I can get BACK into the car again and break hasn’t even started!

↳y/n_rb: and stop calling me old!!

maxverstappen1: Show them how it’s done!

↳y/n_rb: oh you know it!

redbullracing: get it girl!

↳y/n_rb: 🏆🏆🏆🏆 getting it!

↳y/n_rb: ^^^ all my trophies thank you

↳user2: yeah!!! Show them them at you’ve been getting it already!

↳y/n_rb: 👈🏻😎👉🏻

logansargeant: one last weekend before I get a break from seeing you? Thank you 🙏

↳y/n_rb: you’d think right?

↳logansargeant: …what do you mean?

↳y/n_rb: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

↳logansargeant: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

↳user3: so slay of her to menace everyone liked by y/n_rb

fernandoalo_oficial: ¡Lo harás genial, chico! you'll do great, kid!

↳user4: isn’t it so nice seeing 2 rookies get along?

↳user5: there’s no way that old man is a rookie???

↳y/n_rb: YOU TAKE THAT BACK! HE’S A ROOKIE!

↳y/n_rb: Mr. Fernando sir of course. I’ll do you proud 🫡

↳fernandoalo_oficial: ¿Sabes que puedes llamarme solo Fernando? you know you can call me just Fernando?

↳y/n_rb: I don’t think you understand how much I can’t do that. Thanks 😊

↳user6: wait you speak Spanish? I just realized

↳y/n_rb: while you were busy goofing off, I studied the blade (Mr. Fernando)

↳user6: iconic actually

f1

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f1: and that’s contact. y/n_rb was pinned down between the wall and lewishamilton who himself was boxed in by fernandoalo_oficial. This marks the end of the race for y/n_rb. No contact has been made from y/n_rb yet.

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user7: Jesus…

↳user8: I hope she’s ok. That crash was bad, bad

user9: it’s been almost 2 minutes and they still don’t have word from her…

↳user10: the marshals are booking it to her

↳user11: why did it take so long????? She slammed into that wall so hard

user12: air support has apparently been called for

↳user13: it’s that bad?

↳user12: her car is all over the track and she STILL hasn’t responded

↳user14: they’ve called the race for it

↳user15: good god finally

user16: this is either gonna be the best day of her life or the worst

↳user17: we don’t even know if she’s ok?

↳user16: she crashed with Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso though

↳user17: …ok you might be on to something

↳user18: let’s be real — she’d probably comment something like “my fav threesome”

↳user16: 😂

↳user17: that does seem like her

user20: it’s been a couple of hours — is there still no word?

↳user21: logansargeant posted something. Apparently he’s at a hospital — I’m assuming it’s for her

logansargeant

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logansargeant: still no news but I’ve been told that’s a good thing?

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user22: keeping y/n_rb in our thoughts!

lewishamilton: where?

↳logansargeant: check the group chat — I’ve sent the location

↳lewishamilton: on my way

↳fernandoalo_oficial: mismo same

user23: thanks for the update Logan!

oscarpiastri: need anything before I come?

↳logansargeant: my bag?

↳oscarpiastri: 👍🏻. Food?

↳logansargeant: shockingly good here

francisca.cgomes: dis-moi — est-ce que mon amour va vraiment bien? tell me — is my love really ok?

↳logansargeant: as y/n would say — babe you’ll be the first person I text (when I finally can)

↳pierregasly: are you…are you helping y/n steal my girlfriend? (Merci de nous tenir au courant. Thanks for keeping us in the loop.)

↳logansargeant: (channeling y/n) our girlfriend Frenchie 🤝

↳francisca.cgomes: ma chérie…

↳pierregasly: 🙄🙄

charles_leclerc: leo is ready and waiting to give healing kisses when able too

↳logansargeant: careful there — she might try to steal your dog

↳pierregasly: she might try to steal your girlfriend too

↳charles_leclerc: …noted

↳alexandrasaintmleux: oh? 🤨

↳charles_leclerc: nothing to see here

maxverstappen1: Tell y/n_rb that Jimmy and Sassy (the #1 pets) are waiting for her back in Monaco 🇲🇨

↳charles_leclerc: Siri how do you say “you’re wrong” in Dutch?

↳maxverstappen1: Wouldn’t know — never been wrong before?

↳maxverstappen1: You can tell her in French though

↳user24: unconscious and still able to cause mischief…

↳user24: i think i wanna be here when i grow up!

↳maxverstappen1: No

↳charles_leclerc: non

↳pierregasly: un seul suffit

↳logansargeant: there are so many better role models out there

↳oscarpiastri: please don’t

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[royaltea000]

YO! Being a drawing, what’s there to be afraid of!

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety