#and now when im thinking maybe im getting out of it

[neuary]

You're all I can think of, every drop I drink up.

MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!!

contents ⇀ Manager!Mc, AFAB reader, titsucking, fingering, handjob, B.Saja hates your guts (at first but then he starts fucking it), Lots of petnames from him and he calls you 'manager' a lot here, mentions of alcohol, lots of teasing from him, switch reader(and a lil of B.saja), I give him a name here because I refuse to call him Baby Saja the whole time.

side note — im also planning on making a whole lore about how Mc became their manager and yes im calling the reader mc bcs im a LADS fangirl and have grown used to it LOLL

Your impression of him had been sour. 

He'd often express great disliking towards you because a mortal human would be handling their group. And the fact that you made a deal with Gwi-Ma for this job just made you more irritating. 'Human greed as always.' He'd say, as if his words held no hypocrisy. But you'd always try to remain professional, putting up with his mean remarks masked as 'criticism' as well as the obvious glares whenever you're in the same room. 

He hated you and you did your best to work around that.

Your first proper interaction happened late at night when he found you drinking alone in the bathroom. You looked like a mess. Hair sticking out in different directions as tears stained your cheeks, the sight looked absolutely pathetic he just had to sit and watch.

You offer him a drink and he accepts because who says no to alcohol? Well not him.

He drinks with you, watching as you take in sips of the booze directly from the bottle. Nothing he hasn't seen before, human nature at its lowest point. You start to spill out your thoughts, telling him about how hard it is to be their manager, and even if he didn't care to listen you had to let it out as a drunken statement just for tonight.

He listens and may or may not have been reminded of his humanity. He still didn't like you, but you were tolerable as of now.

And from that point on, you'd both drink together late at night in the bathroom, time to time. He let it happen, maybe because the fact that you're drunk means you wouldn't be able to remember much of what he's saying. Or maybe because the company you both shared on the cold tiled floor just felt nice.

Then one night he enters the bathroom and he sees you there fully sober. "Hey." You greet him. Opposed to the usual, "Babbbyyyyyyy!" That'll leave from your lips every time you see a blur of blue hair in your drunken state.

"Not drinking tonight?" He asks, his expression blank as he sits next to you.

"No.. I'll just get a hangover and it'll make the job worse for me."

"We just ran out of booze didn't we?"

"Yeah that too I guess."

Silence falls between you two, and you soon ask him a sober question.

"What's your real name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Calling you 'Baby' is a little too awkward for me."

"With how many times you've said it, I'm surprised."

Your face flushes as you look down.

"I was drunk those times okay?.. But you don't have to tell me, It's not—"

"Daewon."

You look at him, surprised that he'd actually tell you. "So is it fine if I call you that now?"

"I don't really care." 

Is what he said, though he didn't expect to be caring about it at all now that he has you in his bed. Underneath him, half naked, your panties pushed to the side as his fingers pushed in and out of you. 

"Daewon..!" You'd say in between his thrusts, your face flushed and hidden behind your hands. 

The sight thrilled him, wanting to push you further. 

"I want to see you, manager." He coos, leaning down to tease you more. His free hand moves yours away from your face, you could tell how much he enjoyed your reactions with just his breathing alone. "Well aren't you pretty? Haha.. Want me to go faster?" 

"Mghh..! Please! Fffuck..!! I.." 

"Mm, yeah? What is it manager?" 

"Yyou're.. Aaahh..! Sssuch a prick..mmm!" 

"Watch it, beautiful. I'm the one knuckles deep inside this pussy, do you really think you should be speaking to me like that?" 

God he's such an asshole. But really, that only turned you on. Every taunt that came out of his mouth made you writhe and whine at the palms of his hand, the very same palms that groped at your body, taking your clothes off bit by bit, unclasping your bra as he asks if he can have a taste. 

It came out more teasing than asking though, the shiteating grin on his face as vexatious as ever. "Wanna taste you so bad gorgeous, you'll let me right?" 

"Just do it already..mmghh.." 

"Oh but it seems like you don't want me to." 

"Daewon, I swear to god—Aghh..!" 

You can feel the smirk that forms on his lips as he starts to suck on your chest. 

"You like my name a lot?" He kisses at your collar bone, "Gonna scream it out for me?" He licks down up until your cleavage, his other hand still working on making you cum as the other holds your tit directly at his tongue. He puts it in his mouth, sucking and lapping up at your nipple, letting it go with a pop as he gives the same attention to the other. You continue to whine complaining about the pace he's going, your pussy clenching at his fingers. 

The way your eyes sharply squints at his direction has every vein in his body quiver, the electrifying feeling of it pulsing up until his cock. He needed you, so bad but he still wanted to test how desperate you can get. 

"You're complaining a lot but this cunt tells me otherwise.. hah.. mm, show me how bad you want it yeah?" His hands take a break from fondling your breasts, leading you to feel the bulge in his pants. "Show me.. mm..ah.. I know you want to.." 

You hesitate, because you want to get him back thanks to how pent up he's made you. 

But the look he gave you leaves you torn with the options you had in mind. "Is it my turn to beg?" He chuckles, "You're so cute.. hah.." 

"You're sssoo.. mmghhff..ffuck.. I hate how good yyyou.. aare at thisss.. aaa...nnmmhhh.!" 

"Flattery won't get you anywhere but my cock, gorgeous... Haha.. Keep going, yeah?" 

He pulls your hand onto the tent in his pants, making you more feel more hotter than before. He felt big.. No, he is big. With a face like his you wouldn't expect it at all, and the way he's looking at you suggests that he's intent on making you remember that. 

"Feel that? That's all you." He smiles before kissing you, his lips traveling down to your collar and chest once again. He groans at your touch, smiling against your skin as he feels you give in to his request. "Mmhh.. That's right.. Stroke my cock." 

You place your hand at the base of his bulge before going at the hem of his pants, taking his cock out. You start out slow, teasing him back by grazing your fingertips onto his shaft, softly going up and down. 

"Please. You can do better than that." He whispers directly at your ear, his words coming out more as a demand. 

"You can beg better than that." You bite back, earning another smile from the demon. His fangs are visible as he bites at your shoulder without warning, slobbering it up after with kisses and licks. 

"So it is my turn after all. 'Want it fifty-fifty, is that it?" 

"Mmghh.! ..ahh" You could feel his fingers press harder into your pussy, his thumb bundling up your clit to stimulate you further, "Daewon..ahhh just..mmghh.. ffuhh.. fff..fuckk..!" 

"Fffuhh..ffuuuhh?" He mocks, quickening his pace, "ffuuuckkkkk you? Haha.. mmmghh, that what you want from me, gorgeous?" 

You felt even more flushed with the names he keeps throwing at you, unable to keep up but still unwilling to drown into his control. 

"Yeahh ahhhggg... So what iff..I do?.. You're supposed to..mmm do what I say anyway..ahh.." 

"If you're gonna be so demanding you should try not look so good while getting fingered by me, manager.. haha." His voice was a low, wicked murmur, his breath hot against your ear. Each word sent shivers down your spine, making you arch into his touch instinctively. He chuckled darkly, a sound of pure satisfaction.

"Mmm, you're so responsive, manager... I can feel you clenching.. Craving more." 

You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently into your palm, a silent promise of what was to come. He was teasing you, pushing you to the brink of desperation with his slow, sensual thrust. He just needed you to beg for it. To really beg for it. To scream your desire out to him so he can finally have you right then and there. You wanted it as bad as he did didn't you? Your pretty face says it all as he tries his hardest to hide the look on himself.  

He drank in the sight. The desperate need written plainly across your features, the hunger that mirrored his own. The thought of it made him twitch, knowing he could reduce you to this state with just his touch and teasing words. His ego swelled at the realization, cock throbbing with anticipation. His lips brushes against yours in a ghost of a kiss, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating from them. He moves back onto your breasts, the slick of his drool drips down, his eyes stuck to yours. "Come on, gorgeous... mm.." He places a peck on your nipple, "Don't hold back now. I want to hear you scream my name like you mean it.." He heavily sighs, "Fuck, the way you look at me, like you need me more than your next breath... it's fucking intoxicating."

His fingers held both your tits in place, allowing him to suck and lick as he pleases as the other continued stroking and circling your clit. He could feel the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers, and it took every ounce of control not to simply surge forward and bury himself inside you.

"Daaaewon..mmmm aghh fffuckk..!"

"Tell me how badly you want it, manager. Beg me for it." His voice was a low, dark rumble, sending vibrations through your chest. He nipped at your chest, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue before pulling back slightly to search your eyes. "I need to hear it.." The tone of his voice almost let out a crack of neediness. 

"The way your pretty face flushes, the way you tremble and moan so sweetly... it's driving me insane. So be a good girl and give me what I want, yeah?"

He punctuated his demand with a sharp thrust of his fingers, pushing deep and curling against that perfect spot inside you. His thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, the dual stimulation pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. He was close, so fucking close to snapping, to giving in to the urge to just take you. But he needed to hear you say it. 

You soon snap, having enough of his teasing. 

But you didn't dare beg. Hell no. 

You retaliate, squeezing at his cock so suddenly, not enough to hurt but to get a reaction from the demon. His eyes shot open, lips letting go of your breasts as he lets out a strained moan. "Aghhmm..!? What the fuck are y..! Ahhhgg..mmm.." 

You rub your thumb over the tip of his dick, stroking him every few seconds as you switch between both actions. He starts to pant like a dog, too immersed from your touch to even notice that you've switched positions with him. A strangled moan tore from his throat, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure as your hand tightened around his aching cock. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious friction, and he found himself momentarily short of words.

"Nnngghh... fuck..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and raw. The feeling of your thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock sent electricity up his spine, making him shudder and groan. He was so fucking hard, his dick twitching and leaking, desperate for more. 

The power dynamic had shifted, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him. He gazed up at you, eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and arousal. A smirk tugged at his lips, slowly spreading into a wicked grin. "Hahh.. Playing hard to get? mm.. I didn't tell you to do that..hah.." He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against his straining erection. He rolled his hips upwards, grinding against your slick heat and letting out a low groan.

You visibly react, shuddering at his length that's underneath your sex. 

"You think you're sooo clever hm? Haha. You have no idea how dangerous it is to tease a demon like this." His voice was a low, seductive rumble, his eyes glinting with predatory intent. 

"Your cock is telling me otherwise." You compose yourself, tugging at his cock sensually. He hisses, the friction making him even more aroused. "Haha.. mgh.. You're sooo cute." You mock, copying the tone of his voice. 

He made no move to reclaim control, instead letting you continue. He arched into your touch, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, allowing you to set the pace. It was a small victory, but a sweet one nonetheless. You could feel your own heart racing in your chest, your breaths in each other's faces as you come closer to have a quick taste of his lips. 

The air was thick with the scent of sex. He could see the hunger in your eyes as you gazed down at him, and it only fueled his own desire.

"So, what now, gorgeous?" He looks up at you, placing a hand on your lower back. 

You remove his touch on you, pinning his hand onto the bed, the back of his head thumps against the headboard. 

Breathless, you gaze down at him as you shift to strip your panties off "Now.. ha.. You sit there and take it." 

He found it adorable. So fucking sexy how you think you could boss him around like this. And honestly he's going to let you. What a sweet little mortal 'putting him in his place' like this when she can barely glare daggers at him in her state. 

"Do your worst princess." 

You crumple up your undergarments, shoving the fabric into his mouth without a second more to spend. He looked very shocked, rightfully so but his cock only felt more harder in your fingertips. 

You position his erection underneath you. Slowly, you sit down, feeling his size sink and throb inside you. You couldn't help but squeal, voice becoming higher in pitch as your breath gets heavy. You convulse onto him, your body fluttering, almost cumming on the spot. 

You move, his cock slipping in and out of you easily because of how soaked you got from his fingers. The sudden motion startles him, his hands fly right at your hips, gripping intensely. 

"Mmmgghhfff..!" The sound of his groans were drowned out by the panties gagging him shut. Your panties, fuck they tasted so good. They tasted like you and he can't wait to bury his face into them. 

"You're such a prick.. mghh.. Always.. haa.. being sso difficult." 

You say in between moans as you ride him, bouncing on his cock. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth around the fabric gagging him. The way you moved on his cock has Daewon mentally reminding himself to hold back, your slick walls gripping him like a vise, made it impossible for him to feel genuinely irritated. 

"Always making..ahh hhh.. Things so difficult for me.. haa.. fuckinggmm.! ssadist.."

He bucked his hips up to meet your downward thrusts, driving himself deeper into you. It was hard not to show the visible look of pleasure across your face, but you made sure to not break, still glaring daggers at him even with the fast pace of your breathing. You muster up a handful of self control to get a handful of his hair, tugging him towards you as you bite into his lip before removing the undergarments in his mouth. The cotton white panties hangs between your teeth as you pull away from him. He lets out a deep sigh, his breathing still shaky, matching yours as well as the way you move on his cock. 

"Aww..haaha.. I wanted to keep that." He grins, drool dripping from his mouth. His hands move to caress your back, a silent praise emitting from the skin ship. 

You drop the panties, using both hands to grip at his shoulders. 

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response from you, quickly shoving your tongue down his throat to shut him up.  He kisses back, your sounds clash together as he devours you like a starving man. You keep going, writhing as the taste of him engulfs your mouth like fire. The flavor of sweet mintiness spreads. 

He's the first to pull away, not bearing another second apart from your tits as he instantly smothers them with sloppy kisses. You tug on his hair, groaning curses and fucked out phrases that you don't even realize you were saying. His name felt so good on your tongue. "Daewon.." You'd whine. 

"Daewon.." 

He starts to go faster, fuckinh into you more. 

"Daewon ahh.." 

You match his pace, compelled to experience release. 

At this point you couldn't tell who was in charge, you both gave into your own hormonal urges, ravaging each other like animals. 

"Fuck...O ffuuck.. You feel so good, manager.." He whispers, still having his mouth pressed against your breasts. He just can't get enough. "I'm so close.. ahh.. hhh ha.."  

"Yyyeah? mmm.." You attempt to taunt him. "Already? hahahhh..." 

He laughs, pulling you closer to him, your tits flushed and pressed against his neck as he looks at you with a determined expression, grinning knowingly. "Look me in the eye and tell me.. ha.. you're not as desperate as I am to cum." 

Your smug expression falters, amusing him further. 

"Tell me, manager.." 

"Just..ahhh... mm..kkeep fucking me." 

He lets out another laugh, his smile wider as he thrusts harsher into you. 

"Yes ma'am." 

The pace intensifies and both your expressions drop into uncontrollable pleasure, eyes rolling back as well as squeezing shut once the orgasm in you snaps. Both of you grip on each other as if for your dear life. He felt so good, he felt so fucking good and you didn't know if you hated that he did or not. He was definitely sure however, that you felt the closest thing to heaven. Like a bottle of alcohol, he's sure he'll be getting addicted soon.

Im so sorry, I hope this was worth the wait yall <3

—neu

[cheftsunoda]

hello hello hello my love! i definitely dwelled on this for far too long so it’s time to request it before i change something else.

oscar has stated casually that he has a twin. nicole has mentioned that they are nothing alike. it’s revealed that not only is oscar’s twin a girl, but a extroverted, expressive, social and newly successful broadway actress!

think glinda upland, very pink, very peppy, has no off button.

as if the world needed more to obsess over than how different the oldest piastris are from one another, they start to obsess over how different she is from another f1 driver who can’t seem to make it less obvious he’s into her. a driver who absolutely would not be into glitz and glamour of broadway. one who notoriously hates anything that isn’t racing, winning, and partying (in that order).

max verstappen x broadway actress! piastri!reader

god i hope that made sense, it’s 10pm, it’s hot asf and i’m dehydrated so just do your best, i believe in you, love you🫶🏾🫶🏾

wickedly charming — mv1

smau + blurbs

max verstappen x !broadway actress piastri reader

oscar piastri x !twin sister reader

everyone knew oscar piastri was calm, collected, and laser focused on racing. what nobody put together—until now—is that he has a twin. and she’s absolutely nothing like him. yn piastri is broadway’s newest “it girl.” all glitter, giggles, and pink heels, she’s just been cast as glinda in wicked, and the world can’t get enough of how wildly different the piastri twins are. while oscar is quiet and dry witted, yn sparkles with an energy that could light up times square.

the f1 paddock is in chaos over the reveal, but not as much as one max verstappen, who—despite hating musicals, broadway, and anything unrelated to racing—suddenly can’t stop showing up where she is. opposites attract? maybe. or maybe max verstappen is just helplessly obsessed with the one person who makes absolutely no sense in his world.

fc : ariana grande, allie trimm and mckenzie kurtz

(a/n) : WHDJSJSJJDJ im screaming. this was such a good idea. i had way too much fucking fun. i absolutely adore you. and i love the piastri fam dearly. side note— my second day in a row posting max content. who am i? BUT I LOVE YOU BABY. hope you enjoy.

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f1

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f1 : hey it’s admin and im totally not chill about this and i will be doing tons of detective work to find this twin. thx oscar. (pls don’t get me fired for this)

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mclaren : typical oscar behavior. when do WE get to meet her?

charles_leclerc : i for one, HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

↳ lando : the most important being…is she single?

olliebearman : I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. what’s her star sign. what’s her favorite sandwich. what’s her opinion on Crocs. please admin you have to find her

↳ username00 : ollie pls😭

username15 : wait WHAT IF SHE’S FAMOUS TOO. what if i’ve seen her in something. what if i’ve been obsessed with piastri’s twin this whole time and DIDN’T KNOW??

lando : @/nicolepiastri pls confirm

↳ nicolepiastri : i went through 15 hours of grueling labor and two babies came out…can confirm

↳ olliebearman : does she like crocs????

↳ nicolepiastri : unless they are pink…no

username7 : Admin I will Venmo you to find her. We need to know IMMEDIATELY.

gabrielbortoleto_ : oscar lore drop was not on my bingo card for this season

carlossainz55 : Oscar you HAVE A TWIN and didn’t tell any of us????

↳ oscarpiastri : sorry?

lando : i stg if she is even an ounce cooler than you im switching sides

↳ nicolepiastri : she is

↳ oscarpiastri : this feels personal

maxverstappen1 : Just curious. What is her full legal name?

↳ lando : i know her last name 🤓👆🏻

↳ maxverstappen1 : no fucking shit sherlock.

username77 : how is everyone just finding this out??? when nicole did that podcast ages ago she mentioned oscar has a twin and she’s absolutely NOTHING like him.

↳ username55 : WHERE IS IT

↳ username77 : @/f1gossipgirls recently posted another clip of it

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Clips from a Podcast with Nicole Piastri a while back where she speaks about Oscar’s mysterious twin.

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username000 : You’re telling me there’s a pink wearing, spotlight loving, sparkle dripping Piastri twin out there just waiting to be revealed??? This is my multiverse of madness.

username00 : no offense but i would ditch oscar in a heartbeat if she turned up in rhinestones and heels

username0 : if she’s even a little unhinged i will be dedicating my life to her

username1 : NICOLE PLEASEEEEEE I’ve suffered enough

lando : any new developments guys???

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↳ oscarpiastri : oh i see you are still taking this very well

↳ lando : maybe if my teammate IVE KNOWN FOR YEARS wasn’t so sneaky I would not be spiraling and asking fangirls for help

↳ oscarpiastri : it really must suck to be you

↳ lando : @/nicolepiastri your son is being mean to me

↳ nicolepiastri : he is just like that sometimes sorry

username5 : i know that Nicole is LOVING watching the internet crumble at this

↳ nicolepiastri : it is very entertaining to me

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Lando was pacing the McLaren motorhome like a man possessed. His phone was abandoned on the table, open to the gossip page post of Nicole Piastri casually dropping the twin bombshell, while Oscar sat calmly across from him, picking at a granola bar like it was just another day.

“Okay,” Lando said, hands on his hips, like he was bracing himself for a tsunami. “So I’ve known you for years. Years, Oscar. I’ve been to your house. I’ve met your mum. I’ve met your sisters. All three of them. And now you’re telling me there’s a fourth?!”

Oscar didn’t look up. “I never said you met all of them.”

“What does that even mean?” Lando practically shouted. “You have a twin, mate! That’s not a side note! That’s not a fun fact at the end of a race debrief!”

Oscar shrugged. “You didn’t ask.”

Lando stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “So you just… forgot to mention the girl who literally shared a womb with you?”

“She’s kind of busy,” Oscar said, finally glancing up. “It’s not like she’s hanging around the paddock waiting to be noticed.”

“Busy doing what?! Solving world hunger? Living on the moon?!”

Before Oscar could answer—or dodge the question, which he was alarmingly good at—the door swung open.

“Hey.” Max Verstappen stepped in, casual as ever, but with that unmistakable look in his eye. The one he wore when he smelled blood in the water. “I heard Lando’s yelling from outside and wanted to see what all of it was about?”

Oscar groaned. Lando immediately pointed at him.

“Did you know?” Lando demanded. “Did you know Oscar has a twin?!”

Max blinked, lips twitching ever so slightly. “No. But now I’m interested.”

Oscar leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it might swallow him. “Why do I feel like this is going to ruin my life?”

Lando’s arms flailed. “Because it is! There is a twin! A secret twin! And his mum literally said—and I quote—‘bubbly little princess.’ That’s not a personality, Oscar, that’s a threat! She probably wears pink! And glitter! And sings!”

“She does,” Oscar said, far too casually.

Max raised a brow, voice quiet. “She sings?”

Oscar sat up straight, slapping his granola wrapper down. “Okay. Enough.”

Lando froze.

Oscar pointed at Max. “You clearly want to meet her.”

Max didn’t deny it. He just tilted his head, waiting.

Oscar sighed. “Fine. Get your jet ready. We’re going to New York.”

Lando’s jaw dropped. “New York?! Why New York?! What’s in New—wait.” His voice cracked. “No. No no no. You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”

Oscar didn’t blink.

Lando spun around in a full circle, his mind short-circuiting. “Is she on Broadway?! Like actual Broadway?!”

Max, still infuriatingly silent, simply grabbed his phone and walked out of the room like a man with a purpose.

Lando turned back to Oscar, eyes wide, heart clearly in full meltdown. “I am not emotionally equipped for this.”

Oscar just smiled faintly and said, “No one is.”

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gigglesandglitz

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gigglesandglitz : ✨it’s good to see me, isn’t it?✨ beyond thrilled (and still a little in shock) to share that i’ll be stepping into the bubble as glinda in wicked on broadway 💖 dreams do come true—see you in oz 💫🌟🎭

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username000 : your tone, your energy, your smile—this is about to be ICONIC. see you in the front row 😭💖🫧

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↳ gigglesandglitz : thank you sweetheart!! cannot wait to see you 💞🎀

username00 : you floated into our hearts long before you floated in that bubble. congratulations angel 💕✨🧹

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username0 : I’ve followed your journey since the community theatre days and now…Broadway Glinda?! This is surreal. You deserve it all 💫💫💫

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username1 : a lot of piastri’s in the likes 👀

↳ username7 : i will literally scream, cry and jump for joy if this is Oscar’s twin.

yourbff : I SAID SHE WAS DESTINED FOR THIS!!! Our pink princess is headed to Oz!!! 🌟💖

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↳ gigglesandglitz : i love you so much 🤧🤧💓💓

hattiepiastri : STOP IT 😭 i’m already crying and i haven’t even seen you float down in the bubble yet

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↳ gigglesandglitz : love you to the moon and back my hattie!! 💐💕 i cannot wait to see you

↳ username5 : erm???? r we seeing this???

lilyzneimer : my girl!!!!!! there is no one in the world more perfect for this role💖 you are going to kill it. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!

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↳ gigglesandglitz : MY LILY. MY BABY. love you forever and ever 🩷💕

username17 : oh this is definitely the twin and im eating up every bit of it

nicolepiastri : We always knew you were born for this. You were singing before you could talk 💕💫

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↳ gigglesandglitz : could have never done this without you💓💞💞 love u always

↳ username22 : mhm mhm *me examining the evidence*

oscarpiastri : The most Glinda to ever Glinda. So proud of you (but still not wearing pink, sorry)

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↳ gigglesandglitz : aw but my ozzie, you would look so pretty! but i love you— pink or no pink🥹💞💓

↳ username22 : this sealed the deal for me. case is dismissed

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Oscar already regretted everything. The moment he stepped onto Max’s private jet and saw Lando Norris sprawled across the cream leather seats with a smoothie in hand and a million questions already queued, he knew it was going to be a long flight.

“You still haven’t told me what show she’s in,” Lando said, for the fifth time in ten minutes.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Oscar muttered, settling into the seat opposite him, desperately wishing for noise-canceling headphones. Or earplugs. Or a tranquilizer dart.

Lando leaned in dramatically. “Is it Hamilton? Wicked? Oh my god, wait. Is she in Les Mis? Is she Fantine? Does she die??”

“She doesn’t die,” Max muttered from the back, where he was sipping coffee and pretending not to care—while very clearly listening to every word.

Nicole Piastri stepped on board next, glamorous as ever, sunglasses on, effortlessly composed as if she hadn’t just been dragged into the most random F1-Broadway crossover of the decade. She beamed at Max.

“Max, darling. Thanks for flying us.”

Max nodded. “Of course.”

Oscar something muttered under his breath. Nicole gracefully ignored her son and dropped into a seat next to Hattie, who was FaceTiming one of the other sisters to keep them updated. Chris Piastri followed after, wearing a jacket that screamed “tourist dad in New York” and holding a Tupperware of homemade sandwiches.

“Thought we might get hungry,” he said cheerfully, offering one to Max.

Max blinked. “Thanks.”

“Do you think she’s playing a princess?” Lando continued. “I bet she is. She sounds like a princess. Nicole literally called her a ‘bubbly little princess.’ You can’t just say things like that and expect us to not obsess.”

Oscar leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. “I can’t believe I did this.”

“You did this,” Max agreed.

“And you,” Oscar said, pointing accusingly at Max without even opening his eyes. “Are acting like you don’t care when I know you’re just as obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Max said.

“He offered the jet,” Lando whispered to Nicole, who giggled behind her mimosa.

“Did she always sing as a kid?” Lando asked, now leaning over the aisle toward Nicole.

“Always,” Nicole said proudly. “She was the one performing in the living room, while Oscar built LEGO cars in the corner pretending not to watch.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” Oscar mumbled. “I wasn’t watching.”

Chris chuckled. “He was. He knows all the words to Defying Gravity.”

Max glanced over, brow raised. “Wait. That’s from Wicked, right?”

Silence. Lando dropped his smoothie. “IS SHE GLINDA??”

Oscar rubbed his face with both hands. “I didn’t say anything.”

“YOU DIDN’T NEED TO,” Lando shouted, now fully losing it. “THIS IS WHY YOU’VE BEEN SO CAGEY. SHE’S GLINDA THE GOOD WITCH. OH MY GOD. I’M GOING TO FAINT.”

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Max muttered under his breath.

Chris blinked. “You alright, mate?”

“I’m fine,” Max said through gritted teeth, staring out the window like it personally offended him.

Nicole sipped her mimosa delicately. “He’s just overwhelmed. It happens. She does have that effect on people.”

“You’ve all seen her perform?” Lando asked, looking between the family members like they were the last witnesses to a secret society.

“Opening night is tonight,” Hattie said, eyes shining. “She’s been working toward this her entire life.”

Lando clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed. “And we’re going to see her?! LIVE?! In the bubble?!”

Oscar opened one eye and stared at him. “If you embarrass me—”

“I’m going to cry so hard,” Lando whispered dramatically.

Max still hadn’t moved. He hadn’t said much, either. But he was leaning just slightly forward now, legs bouncing, coffee long abandoned.

Oscar sighed. “You’re all hopeless.”

Nicole smiled at her son and patted his arm gently. “And yet, you’re still the one who told Max to book the jet.”

Chris grinned. “Face it, mate. You love her.”

Oscar stared ahead.

“I tolerate her.”

Hattie snorted.

“Sure,” she said. “And Max just came for the sandwiches.”

From the back, Max muttered, “They are really good.”

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f1gossipgirls : Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris AND Max Verstappen were all spotted in New York City. The three were seen alongside the rest of Oscar’s family and his long term girlfriend, Lily, as they were attending the opening night of Wicked on Broadway. There have been rumors swirling for weeks that Oscars twin is the new Glinda, is this all the confirmation we need???

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The theatre hums with nerves and glitter. You’re halfway through vocal warmups, perched in fuzzy pink slippers and your satin “Glinda” robe, lips stained with gloss and eyes already sparkling with half-done stage makeup. You’ve got curlers in your hair and butterflies in your stomach. It’s opening night in your new role, and nothing could possibly make this moment more surreal.

Until, of course, you turn around and see your entire family standing in the hallway behind you. You blink. Then blink again.

“Mum?” you say, squinting through the haze of hairspray. “Dad? Hattie?!”

Your mother grins and holds up a Starbucks and a tiny bottle of champagne like a trophy. “We made it, sweetheart.”

“WHAT?!”

You break into a squeal, racing across the narrow hallway with slippered feet and throwing your arms around them, your heart pounding faster than it had when you stepped into the bubble during tech rehearsal.

“You said you had work! Oscar said he had media—”

“I lied,” Oscar says dryly, arms open as you throw yourself into them. “You’re welcome.”

“You liar!” you shout, laughing, pulling back to smack his shoulder. “You hate surprises!”

“I hate being on Max’s jet more.”

You blink. “Max’s jet?”

“Hi.”

You turn—and your world tilts. Max Verstappen is standing there. In your theatre. Backstage. Wearing a nicer suit jacket, arms crossed awkwardly, somehow managing to look both completely out of place and like he belonged in the center of this chaos.

Behind him, Lando Norris is practically vibrating, and next to him is a serene, smiling Lily, holding Oscar’s hand and sipping a green juice like this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Oh, wow.”

“Hi,” Max says again, voice softer now.

Before you can say anything else, Lando launches at you.

“You’re YN!” he yells, hugging you like he’s known you forever. “You’re Glinda!! You’re the twin!! I can’t believe you’re REAL.”

You laugh into his shoulder. “You must be Lando. You sent me 46 TikToks about glittery F1 cars this week…after you managed to find me on social media.”

Oscar groans behind you. “You gave him your number?!”

“She’s delightful,” Lily chimes in, stepping forward to kiss your cheek. “And our very own Glinda?! I had wicked posters on my walls growing up.”

You’re still reeling. Still processing. Max still hasn’t moved.

You turn to him slowly, head tilted, curiosity bubbling in your chest. “You okay, Red Bull?”

He nods once. “You look… pink.”

“That’s usually the goal,” you say, grinning.

He exhales through his nose—almost a laugh. You watch his eyes scan the glitter on your eyelids, the rhinestones on your cheeks, the blush pink satin tied around your waist like a second skin.

“You’re not a fan of musicals, are you?”

“No.”

“Sparkles?”

“No.”

“Stage makeup?”

“No.”

You lean in a little, voice dropping just enough to make him blink. “And yet… you’re here.”

His gaze doesn’t waver.

“I’m here.”

And for the first time tonight, it’s not the spotlight or the stage that makes your heart race—it’s him.

From behind you, Lando’s voice cuts through. “OH MY GOD, are you two flirting?! Is this a slow burn?! Someone warn the internet!!”

Oscar groans again. Max just smiles. And you? You float back into your dressing room like you were born on air—because for the first time tonight, the magic didn’t come from the stage. It came from them. From all of them showing up. From Max Verstappen, standing in your glittering world of pink and theatre and sparkle… and not running away.

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The curtain falls. The orchestra swells, the crowd erupts, and you’re standing center stage with a wand in your hand, heart in your throat, and glitter in your hair.

You did it. Opening night had been conquered.

You bow so deeply your tiara nearly falls off, and when you lift your eyes, your family is on their feet in the front row. Your mum’s wiping tears. Hattie’s holding her phone sideways, probably recording everything. Your dad is cheering like he’s at the Grand Prix.

And right in the middle of them—between Lily and Lando—is Max Verstappen. Standing. Clapping. Watching only you.

You’re still in costume when you burst into the dressing room afterward, laughter bubbling in your throat as you collapse into your chair. Your castmates are hugging you, handing you flowers, someone pops open champagne, and you feel like you’re floating again.

But nothing prepares you for the pounding on your dressing room door.

“HELLO?! IT’S ME, YOUR BIGGEST FAN,” comes Lando’s voice. “OPEN UP BEFORE I START CRYING IN THE HALLWAY.”

You unlock the door and are immediately tackled by Lando Norris—who is, indeed, already crying.

“YOU WERE AMAZING,” he sobs, crushing you in a hug. “YOU SPARKLED. YOU BELTED. YOU DID THAT BUBBLE THING. I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU.”

You’re laughing and crying and trying to hold your wand in one hand and a bouquet in the other when Lily gently peels Lando off of you and hugs you properly.

“You were stunning, darling,” she says, brushing a rhinestone off your cheek. “I think I actually stopped breathing during ‘Popular.’”

“Join the club,” Oscar mutters from behind her. He’s standing awkwardly in the corner, hands shoved in his pockets.

You grin. “You okay there, Oz?”

“I’m fine,” he says flatly. “It was… well executed.”

“You cried.”

“I didn’t.”

“He did,” Nicole adds as she enters, dabbing at her eyes. “Second verse of ‘For Good.’ I caught him.”

Oscar glares at her. “Betrayal.”

“I loved it,” Chris announces, squeezing your shoulders. “Couldn’t understand a word in the second act but it looked fantastic.”

And then—Then you see him.

Max is lingering in the doorway. Quiet. Still in all black, still looking like he stepped onto the wrong movie set. But he’s holding flowers.

You raise an eyebrow. “You bring those for me, or did someone mistake you for Elphaba?”

His lips twitch. “They’re for you.”

You walk toward him slowly, pink skirt rustling, glitter still clinging to your skin.

“You stayed.”

“I said I would.”

“I figured you’d sneak out at intermission.”

“I almost did,” he admits. “But then you floated down in that bubble and started singing about being popular and… I don’t know.”

You blink. “You don’t know?”

He clears his throat. “It was funny. You were funny.”

You tilt your head. “You laughed?”

“A little.”

You pause, then grin. “You loved it.”

“I tolerated it,” he deadpans. “With great effort.”

“You loved me in it.”

Max doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, really looks at you, like he’s still trying to process how someone like you—bright, glittering, unapologetically pink—exists in the same world as him.

“I loved you in it,” he says finally.

And your heart does something dangerous.

Oscar loudly clears his throat. “I hate this.”

“You’re welcome,” Nicole says.

Lando fans himself dramatically. “I KNEW this was a slow burn! The way he clapped like his life depended on it? Romantic.”

“Can someone remove him?” Oscar grumbles.

But you’re not listening. You’re still staring up at Max, holding your flowers, your heart racing. Because maybe this was a little ridiculous. Maybe you’re pink and glitter and bubblegum and musical theatre.

And he’s Max Verstappen—champagne, circuits, podiums, fire. But right now? In this moment? He’s yours. And he stayed.

—

After photos and flowers and what felt like ten thousand hugs, your cast slips away to their dressing rooms, leaving you alone with your chaotic entourage. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, your feet hurt from heels, and your heart is still thudding like it never came down from the final note. Max hasn’t left your side. Which is wild. And a little suspicious. And also making Oscar increasingly twitchy.

“You don’t have to stay for stage door,” you say, glancing at Max as you peel off your false lashes. “It’s going to be a madhouse.”

He leans against the dressing table, arms crossed, eyes soft. “Do you want me to leave?”

You pause mid wipe with a makeup remover pad. “…No.”

“Then I’m staying.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “You’re going to get glitter on your jacket.”

Max looks down at himself like he’s already accepted the consequences. “I’ll live.”

You glance up to see Oscar watching the two of you like a man who regrets every life choice that brought him to this moment. Including birth.

“Are we seriously letting this happen?” he mutters to Lando.

“I mean,” Lando shrugs, “he flew your entire family to New York. You let him sit front row. This ship has sailed, my guy.”

Oscar sighs into his hands. “She’s my twin.”

Lily gently pats his arm. “And Max is… surprisingly soft. Let it happen.”

“He’s Max Verstappen,” Oscar hisses. “He barely has feelings.”

“Tell that to the way he looked at her during ‘Popular,’” Lily says with a smug little grin. “He literally leaned forward like she was the main event at a Grand Prix.”

You’re still blotting glitter off your collarbone when a stagehand pokes her head in. “YN? They’re ready for you at stage door.”

You nod, heart thumping. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

You slip into your coat—still in stage makeup and pink heels, because, well, theatre—and follow the low hum of noise growing louder as you approach the back exit.

Outside, it’s electric. Fans are lined up against barricades, Playbills and pens in hand, camera flashes ready. You hear your name shouted in waves, a few scattered gasps as people recognize your face.

Lando, naturally, steps out first.

“HELLOOOOOOO NEW YORK!” he yells, signing a Playbill that isn’t even his. “YN WAS ICONIC! GIVE HER A TONY NOW!”

You shriek with laughter as security gently moves him back.

“Lando!” you hiss. “You’re not in the show!”

“I AM IN THE MOMENT!”

Oscar groans so loudly a few fans look over and gasp.

“Oh my god, is that—?!”

“OSCAR PIASTRI?!”

And then—chaos.

Phones are up. Fans are screaming. Someone literally yells, “THAT’S HER BROTHER??” followed by, “WAIT—IS MAX VERSTAPPEN WITH HER?!”

You don’t even have time to react before Max—very calmly—steps behind you, one hand resting lightly on your back, the other tucked into his coat. Silent. Protective. Firm.

And just like that, the crowd explodes again.

Max doesn’t flinch. But you swear you feel him shift just a little closer. Like he’s shielding you from the madness. Like this glittering, pink, musical chaos you live in doesn’t scare him off at all.

You sign Playbills. Take photos. Someone calls you “Broadway Barbie” and you nearly cry. You feel hands squeezing yours, hear compliments that leave you breathless.

And all the while, Max stays just behind you. Steady. Quiet. Watching.

You turn to him at one point, cheeks flushed, overwhelmed.

“You’re still here.”

He nods. “I said I’d stay.”

You smile. “You’re gonna end up in a DeuxMoi submission.”

He smirks. “I’ll live.”

Oscar appears between you like a panicked chaperone. “Okay. Time to go. We’ve flirted. We’ve sparkled. Let’s exit before this becomes a trending topic.”

“Too late,” Lando says, holding up his phone. “You’re literally on the F1 subreddit right now. Titled ‘Oscar Piastri’s twin is Glinda on Broadway and Verstappen’s in love—Discuss.’”

Oscar’s eye twitches.

You laugh so hard you nearly drop your wand.

As the crowd begins to thin and the magic starts to settle, Max leans close to your ear.

“You were really good.”

You tilt your head back to look at him, your nose almost brushing his.

“You’re really bad at hiding feelings.”

He breathes out a quiet laugh.

“I’m not trying to hide anything.”

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It’s their last night in New York. You know it the second you wake up—curled up on your tiny dressing room couch in an oversized hoodie someone draped over you after the afterparty—and the weight of it settles in your chest like something bittersweet.

You haven’t seen Max all day. He disappeared after brunch with your family, claiming something vague about meetings and logistics. But when your phone buzzes around six, it’s his name on your screen.

come to dinner with me?

You don’t ask where.

You just say yes.

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You don’t expect the place he takes you to.

It’s not the usual Manhattan buzz. No white tablecloths, no chandeliers. Just a tiny, tucked-away restaurant in SoHo with dim lights, warm wood, a booth in the back where no one seems to care who you are—or who he is.

Max slides into the booth across from you, hair still a little damp from the rain, wearing a navy sweater you’re almost sure he stole from Lando. He looks tired. Comfortable. And for the first time, not even trying to be guarded.

“You okay?” you ask as you set your purse beside you, tugging off your coat. Your voice is soft. Stage-weary.

He nods, then pauses.

“I didn’t want to leave without seeing you.”

You blink, heart flipping in that way it always does around him now—quietly, suddenly, like your body knows something before your brain does.

“Why does that sound like a goodbye?” you ask gently.

He shrugs. “Because I hate goodbyes.”

You both sit there in the soft hum of the restaurant for a moment. There’s candlelight between you. You watch it flicker and try not to get lost in the fact that Max Verstappen just flew halfway across the world to watch you float down in a bubble and sing about popularity.

“I’m glad you came,” you whisper.

His gaze lifts to yours. It’s steady. Quietly intense.

“You were amazing. I meant it.”

You smile, pressing your cheek into your palm as you look at him across the table. “Didn’t think musicals were your thing.”

“They’re not,” he says. “But you are.”

Your breath catches. And there it is again—that quiet, heavy something that always seems to settle between you when the noise dies down. Something pink and unspoken and real.

The server brings wine. You clink glasses. You make him try half your plate because he “doesn’t trust anything that isn’t steak or pasta” and you force him to admit your grilled peach salad is “weird but good.”

He watches you like he’s memorizing. And when you lean forward, elbows on the table, chin in your hand, asking about Spa or Monza or how it really felt to win that last race—he opens up. Just a little. Just enough.

“You make it easy to talk,” he says eventually.

You grin. “Maybe I should start offering therapy sessions in full Glinda costume.”

“I’d pay for that,” he deadpans.

You snort.

And maybe that’s your favorite thing about him—that you can go from glitter to silence, from stage lights to city shadows, and he still feels the same. Still sees you.

—

After dinner, he walks you back to your apartment even though his hotel is in the opposite direction.

The New York streets are wet and glowing. You’ve changed into boots and a hoodie and you’re walking beside him with your hands in your pockets and your heart doing cartwheels.

When you reach your door, you both stop.

He doesn’t say anything right away.

You lean against the railing and look up at him, heart fluttering.

“When’s the next race?” you ask.

“Two weeks.”

You nod. “You’ll be gone by morning?”

He hesitates.

“Yeah.”

You glance down at your shoes. “Okay.”

Max steps forward, closing the space. Gently. Carefully. His voice is low.

“I’m not good at this. You know that.”

You look up. “At what?”

He lifts one hand to your face, brushing a curl behind your ear.

“Saying I don’t want to leave.”

Your breath stutters.

“But you have to.”

He nods. “But I’ll come back. If you want me to.”

You wrap your fingers around the front of his sweater. “I want you to.”

He leans in slowly. No fireworks. No crowd. Just you and him and the sound of the city breathing around you.

And when his lips touch yours, it’s soft. Certain.

Like something you’ve been moving toward for a long, long time. When he finally pulls away, he smiles.

“You still taste like lip gloss and glitter.”

You laugh, breathless. “You still smell like champagne.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Don’t change,” he whispers.

“Only if you don’t.”

And just like that, Max Verstappen kisses Glinda goodbye on a quiet street in New York—pink, glitter, chaos and all. And you already know he’ll be back. Because he never really left.

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several weeks later...

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vogue : Broadway’s brightest star takes center stage—and this time, the spotlight follows her offstage too. ✨ Meet YN Piastri, the breakout actress redefining Glinda for a new generation, bringing sparkle, strength, and unapologetic softness to the role (and the real world). In our latest cover story, she talks twinhood, opening night tears, and the unlikely romance that has turned her world upside down.

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f1gossipgirls : Glinda goes grid?! Broadway’s newest it-girl and certified sparkle queen YN Piastri was spotted trackside today, casually strolling the paddock with her twin brother Oscar (who looked like he aged 10 years), Lando Norris (who was clearly THRIVING), and none other than Max Verstappen… who, by the way, has never smiled this much in public. Ever. Sources say she flew in during her Broadway break to support her “favorite driver” 👀 (Max’s reaction suggests it’s not Oscar… sorry king). We’re not saying anything, but the body language is body languaging.

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You weren’t supposed to be here. Technically, you were supposed to be resting. “Take the break,” your stage manager had told you, practically forcing you to shut off your phone and escape New York before you talked yourself into attending more rehearsals “for fun.”

But rest? Boring. So now, here you are, standing behind the pit wall at the paddock, disguised in a hoodie, sunglasses, and a hat that Oscar left at your apartment months ago and never asked for back. Which was rude of him, really, because it’s clearly yours now.

The paddock is buzzing. Engines screaming, radios chirping, sun glaring down on the garages like something cinematic. You’ve missed this chaos more than you expected to.

You peek toward McLaren’s side first, trying not to laugh at the way the crew is already muttering about Oscar’s increasingly obvious restlessness. He's pacing, glancing toward the media pen like someone should be showing up but isn’t.

im wearing this dumb hat just for you and you don't even notice me.

A second later, you see him stop mid-step, eyes narrowing at his phone.

Then he turns. And freezes.

You lower your sunglasses and give him a small wave.

Oscar’s face drops into full big brother disbelief. You watch the exact moment his internal monologue short-circuits. He storms toward you, practically tackling you in a hug, his helmet bumping against your shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he says.

You grin into his fireproof suit. “Neither are you. You should be in Q3 right now.”

He pulls back, inspecting your face like he doesn’t quite believe it’s real.

“You flew out for this?”

You shrug, cheeky. “Broadway’s shut down for three days. Did you really think I was going to spend it sleeping?”

Oscar shakes his head like he’s debating launching you into the pit lane. But you can see it in his eyes—how much it means to him.

Before he can say anything else, a voice cuts through the chaos behind you.

“You’re both blocking the damn entrance.”

You turn—and there he is.

Max.

Still in his Red Bull kit, still sweaty from practice, still looking at you like the noise of the whole world just dropped out.

“You’re here,” he says, not even hiding the smile.

You grin. “I’m here.”

Max doesn’t waste a second. He strides over, wraps an arm around your waist, and lifts you just enough to make you squeal before kissing you in full view of every stunned mechanic in the garage.

“Hi,” you whisper when he finally sets you down.

“Hi,” he replies, forehead pressed to yours. “I missed you.”

Oscar groans audibly behind you. “I’m leaving. This is disgusting.”

“You’re welcome for the hat,” you call after him as he walks off.

Max just smiles at you, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You came all this way?”

“I had to see my favorite driver,” you say, sweet as sugar.

He quirks a brow. “You mean me, right?”

You gasp. “I meant Lando.”

Max glares. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He sighs, hands on your waist, pulling you back in. “No. I don’t.”

—

You spend the rest of the afternoon ducking media pens, sneaking snacks from Red Bull’s hospitality, and sitting in the back of Oscar’s garage with Lily, who’s wearing a “Glinda’s #1 Groupie” shirt that she definitely made on Etsy.

Max keeps glancing over at you from the garage wall. He doesn’t say much.

But the way his gaze softens every time your laugh echoes over the team radio?

Yeah.

You were so worth the flight.

—

You’re buzzing. Not stage-opening-night buzzing. This is different.

This is champagne-slick, sun-drenched, roaring-crowd kind of buzzing. Because somehow—somehow—Oscar finished P2 and Max finished P1, and now you're standing behind the podium barrier with Lily and your dad, watching both men you love absolutely beaming at the top of the world.

Oscar’s grin is real and wide and completely unfiltered for once. Max has that rare, unbothered smile—the one that’s soft and secret and not meant for media. And you know without even trying that part of it’s for you.

They haven't spotted you yet. You debated staying low, out of view, just another guest in the crowd.

But then your mum slipped a tiny glittery tiara into your hand and said, “Just go give your brother a heart attack.”

So now it’s perched in your hair, subtle but sparkling under the podium lights, and you’re bouncing on your heels, waiting for that perfect moment.

The national anthems finish. The champagne sprays.

Oscar gets Lando right in the face, Max laughs like a boy in a street fight, and for a second, they’re both kids again—wild, joyful, golden in the sunset.

Then Max looks down.

Sees you.

And stops smiling for half a second—like the world short-circuits—before that private little smirk comes back, deeper now. Directed just at you.

You lift your fingers in a wave, tiara glinting.

His eyes narrow playfully.

Oscar looks over to see what Max’s staring at… and nearly slips in champagne when he spots you.

“NO,” he mouths.

You blow him a kiss.

Max watches all of this unfold like it’s his favorite play.

When they come down from the podium, Oscar wraps you in a damp, fizzy hug first. He smells like podium and panic.

“Couldn’t stay away,” you tease.

“You wore the tiara on purpose,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “You're going to break the internet.”

You grin. “Again?”

He rolls his eyes, but kisses your temple.

And then Max is there—still clutching his bottle, still damp from celebration, his eyes locked on yours like the rest of the track doesn’t exist.

“Hi,” he says softly, voice rough from shouting.

“You did good,” you whisper, stepping close.

“You were watching.”

“Always.”

He looks at you, champagne-slick and flushed from adrenaline, and says nothing.

Just lifts a hand to your cheek and wipes away a speck of podium glitter you definitely didn’t earn.

Then- a kiss, quiet and real and quick. Not hidden. Not rushed.

Someone in the crowd gasps. Lando yells, “I KNEW IT!” from somewhere behind you.

Oscar audibly groans. “Absolutely not.”

But Max doesn’t care. And neither do you.

You’re his Broadway star. His good witch.

And this time, you came down in a bubble just for him.

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gigglesandglitz : stepped out of glinda and into the paddock and forgot which team i was supposed to root for...srry oscar

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maxverstappen1 : She came down in a bubble and wrecked me.

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bonus scene! grid takes on nyc

Max texts you one sentence at 10:37 AM on a Thursday.

what’s the group rate for wicked

You blink at your phone. Then immediately call him.

"Max, what did you do?

“I told a few people I was flying back to New York,” he says calmly. “And then a few became everyone.”

“Everyone?”

There’s a long pause.

“…The grid.”

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You don’t believe it until the stage manager pulls you aside before curtain and whispers, “Hey, there’s like fifteen European men in the front rows arguing about tires. Should we be concerned?”

You laugh so hard your false lashes nearly fall off.

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From the stage, it’s impossible to miss them.

The front center row is filled with the most absurd collection of racing drivers ever assembled. Charles is wearing a button-down that’s a little too unbuttoned. Lando brought opera glasses. Yuki is eating something from his jacket pocket. Fernando Alonso is sipping wine.

Oscar looks like he’s praying for the floor to swallow him.

Max is in all black, sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt, and somehow still manages to look like the only person meant to be there. But even from up here, you can tell he’s nervous.

You wink at him mid-song. He almost falls off his seat.

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Backstage, after bows, you’re mobbed in your dressing room before you can even change.

“YOU WERE FLOATING!” Lando yells, practically vibrating. “YOU WERE IN A BUBBLE AND YOU SANG ABOUT SHOES—THIS IS HIGH ART.”

Charles grabs your hand dramatically. “I cried. Twice. Maybe three times. When you sang 'For Good'? I saw God.”

Isack is holding up his Playbill like it's a diploma. “This is going in a frame.”

Yuki squints at your wig on the counter. “Do you wear that the whole time?”

Oscar is sitting on your couch with his head in his hands. “You were amazing, but I will never recover from Carlos saying ‘bro she has pipes’ during act one.”

“Oh come on,” Carlos says from the doorway. “She does!”

“Who yelled ‘SLAY’ when I hit the high note?” you ask.

Everyone points at Ollie.

“Fair,” you laugh.

Pierre holds up his phone. “Can we take a photo? The lighting in here is tragic, but I need to flex.”

“Absolutely not,” Max cuts in smoothly, stepping beside you with a rare, proud smile. “She gets a proper photo. Outside. After party lighting only.”

“After party?” you blink.

He raises a brow. “I’m Max Verstappen. You think I’d bring the entire grid to Broadway and not plan a party after?”

You’re still in pink heels and half a tiara when Lando drags you out to the alley behind the theatre, where Max has arranged for a glowing rooftop bar, themed cocktails including a "Defy Gravity" drink that turns your tongue green, and a tiny cake with gold icing.

Oscar’s still somewhere in the corner muttering, “This is not happening,” while Carlos tries to flirt with your Elphaba understudy and Yuki steals glitter stars off the cake for no reason.

Max just stands beside you, arm around your waist, champagne in hand, looking utterly out of place in a room full of theatre kids and F1 chaos—but still completely, entirely yours.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” you murmur.

He glances at the crowd—Lando dancing to “Popular” on a barstool, Charles holding a drink that sparkles, Kimi Antonelli taking selfies with a Glinda wand someone gave him.

He smiles.

“I’ve survived Monaco. I’ll survive this.”

You tilt your head up. “Are you proud of me?”

He looks at you like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“I’m in awe of you.”

And then he kisses you again—under rooftop lights, with the whole grid cheering, the whole city twinkling, and just the faintest trace of glitter still on his jacket.

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[darlington-v]

okay but as an autistic person, i genuinely think this is really just script error.

like, i certainly am someone who will say "why are you apologizing? its not your fault" because when someone says "i'm sorry" the only script response that comes to my head is "it's okay" and a lot of the time, like... it's not okay.

i dont want to tell you it's okay when it's not. i am going through something hard right now, and it's not okay.

like, if you came at me with a "my condolences" i may be able to parse out an, oh i say "thank you" to this. but who is saying my condolences in 2025???? maybe fellow autists.

idk, i think you should consider if the people you're talking to might be autistic. like, i do think it is reasonable to get frustrated or annoyed if you're an autistic who feels that they are supposed to say its okay when it's not okay, yk? like there are people who dont understand the im sorry is functioning more like "my condolences" than an apology.

i actually get a bit annoyed with people who get a bit annoyed when people say “sorry” in response to their bad news. “why are you apologizing you didn’t do anything :/” like okay well a) you don’t know that and actually yes i am the secret architect of all your woes and have been this whole time, way to refuse to acknowledge a woman (gender neutral)’s accomplishments. and b) we’re both fluent english speakers so you know perfectly well that “sorry” isn’t always an apology and is very commonly used as an expression of general regret or sympathy. not in this case, because i have been your secret nemesis for years, meticulously plotting your every misery, but, like, in general

[jamglii]

❀ pro-turned-dog! — bnha

incl / katsuki bakugo

warn /

note /

thinking about a quirk that accidentally hits your pro-hero crush, bakugou except you didn't know it was him untill after he transforms back.

things seem to be going well for the man, you seem sweet, pretty talkative but maybe it was like that for all dog owners.

all he needed to do was wait untill the quirks wore off and he's be back to normal sooner or later.

"ya' know you remind me alot of one my favorite pro-hero's ever, wanna guess who?" your eyes practically sparkled when you began talking, now his attention was focused.

"dynamight, ugh, he's just so cool I wish I could meet him one day."

bakugou choked on his spit in dog form, causing you to immediately start checking up on him, "oh shit, are you alright?" your hands were under his ears, rubbing the pain away while simultaneously embarrassing him more.

it shouldn't have been that shocking, he was the number 5 hero after all, it'd be more shocking to say someone else.

the thought did nothing to calm his mind.

"here have some water." you placed a small round bowl in front of him which he gladly lapped up.

it was either this or the humiliating task of trying to drink from a normal waterbottle and failing miserably.

the second night katsuki was there you'd unknowingly complimented the man so much he ran out of the room, he almost wished the quirk had docked his intelligence with it, you were just so passionate and it was starting to get to him.

the third night you'd tried to take your clothes off im front of him and katsuki almost hit himself trying to escape the bathroom.

the fourth night you'd somehow conviced the kan to sleep in your bed, bad idea. he woke up wrapped in you arms unable to stop himself from cuddling you closer, thst was untill you woke up screaming and practically shoving him out the door.

when katsuki came knocking the next day you wanted to cry, all thoes things you said about him.

what you didn't expect was a little note containing his number and and invite to dinner.

masterlist

[littledykeblue]

omg part 2 to fwb ellie when r returns the favourrrr

──𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑;

(fwb! ellie x reader): you get the chance to pay ellie back read part one: here!

wc: 1.7k | cw: slightly subby!ellie, oral sex (e!receiving), mirror sex (in a sense), hair-pulling, friends with benefits, MINORS DNI.

note: i wasn't even planning on a part two but im so happy it was good enough for u guys to want one!! i hope you enjoy :3

It’s been a few days since you last saw Ellie. Just when things were starting to heat up again, she got a call from Joel and had to head out. The two of you parted with a kiss and a promise to finish this later. Life has a way of keeping you both busy, but not forever.

The opportunity finally comes when a mutual friend sends out an invite to a house party. You barely finish reading it before you’re dialing Ellie’s number.

She answers after three rings. “What’s going on?” she asks, voice distracted, background noise crackling faintly. Probably mid-match.

“You busy?”

“Nah, just carrying this shitty fucking team,” she mutters, pointedly. You can practically hear her eye-roll. “Always got time for you, though.”

Your mouth tugs into a smile. “Aww. I was just calling to see if you got Jesse’s party invite.”

There’s a pause—a quiet ‘fuck’ under her breath—and then, “Sorry. We just lost. Now you have my undivided attention.”

“Lucky me.” You try to keep your voice casual, maybe a little flirty, already thumbing through your closet for something decent. “Party. Jesse. Are you going?”

“Oh. Yeah, yeah,” she says quickly. “If you’re going.”

“I am,” you say. “You should come over so we can uber...and you can pay for the uber.”

“I don’t know…” Her voice shifts, teasing now, that familiar edge creeping in. “What do I get if I do?”

“Put it on my tab,” you tell her smoothly, already smiling. “I’ll have it paid off by tonight.”

Ellie laughs. Short, sharp, almost a giggle. “I’ll swing by at, like, nine,” she says. “Or I could make it eight, if you wanna pre-game.”

“When have I ever said no to a pre-game?”

Ellie makes a disapproving little noise, full of mock judgment. “Your greed astounds me.”

“I can show you greedy.”

“Fingers crossed.”

You wrap up the call quickly after that, biting back the grin threatening to take over your face. It sticks with you while you finish getting ready, shimmying into a dress that hits mid-thigh. Your room still smells like your body spray, music thumping low from your speaker.

Ellie shows up a few minutes later, one hand in the pocket of her jacket and the other carrying a half-bottle of cheap tequila that you know all too well.

You let her in, and she whistles low when she sees you. “Damn.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “Ellie, stay focused. Take a shot.”

She obliges without argument, unscrewing the cap and pouring into mismatched glasses you already brought in from the kitchen. The first shot burns; the second goes down smoother. The warmth settles between you almost instantly. It's both from the alcohol and from the way she keeps looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

You reach for your phone. “Come here,” you say, gesturing toward the full-length mirror. “Need a picture.”

Ellie groans but comes anyway, standing just behind you. Her hands settle naturally at your waist, and her chin hooks over your shoulder as she squints at your phone screen.

You snap the photo, then glance at it. “Do you think we look too couple-y here?”

Ellie hums noncommittally, but she doesn’t move away. If anything, her hands shift lower, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress, right at the curve of your ass.

“Ellie.”

“I didn’t do anything,” she says, but she’s already kissing your neck, slow and deliberate. Her grip tightens slightly, greedier now.

"You're so annoying," you say, but make no move to stop her.

Her hands slide down further, palms curving fully over your ass, and you feel her smile against your skin.

You turn in her arms and kiss her, your hands sliding up around her shoulders and pulling her in. She presses closer like she can’t help it, grabbing two full handfuls now.

“We're not going out, are we?” You ask against her mouth.

Ellie kisses you again, rougher this time. “Depends on how good you are.”

You’re barely done kissing before Ellie’s hands are on the hem of your dress, tugging it upward, pushing it over your hips. You help her, dress over your head and tossed somewhere onto the floor. Ellie shrugs off her jacket, lips still trailing kisses along your jaw.

Between greedy hands and breathless laughs, the rest of your clothes come off in pieces, neither of you really bothering to slow down. Still, every time you pause to kiss—deep, hungry, open-mouthed—it feels like the world shrinks down to this single moment. Her mouth, her hands, her skin against yours.

She pulls you toward the bed and sits at the edge, facing the mirror. Her legs spread automatically, casual, confident.

You drop to your knees between hers.

Ellie lets her eyes drag down your body, then back up again. “You’re lucky, y’know,” she says, her voice thick, low, entirely too pleased with herself. “Not many people get the great honor of eating me out.”

You roll your eyes so hard you might see stars. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you’re still here. On your knees for me.”

You don’t dignify that with a response. You just lean in, pressing your lips to the inside of her thigh. You're soft at first. A slow kiss. Then another, just a little higher. You trail them inward, biting and sucking dark bruises into the skin.

Ellie’s breathing harder, her hips jerking just barely as she tries her best to maintain her control in this situation.

You take your time, lips dragging over skin, building it slow. Your tongue teases her clit, just barely, just enough to make her shift in place. She lets out a low breath, eyes fixed on you in the mirror now.

“Don't play with me,” she warns, her voice already breaking at the edges. “You keep me waiting any longer, and I'm going to explode.”

Despite the part of you that kind of wants to see what exactly she'd do about it, you don’t leave her waiting long. You dip in, tongue parting her folds slowly, deliberately. And fuck, she’s already so wet for you.

You groan softly against her, and Ellie exhales hard, one hand flying to your hair, fingers curling in just enough to anchor herself.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, voice tightening. “Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.”

You keep at it: tongue moving in careful, hungry strokes, licking and sucking like you’ve got nowhere else to be tonight. Her thighs twitch, her hips lift just slightly, chasing your mouth.

You find your rhythm fast, your mouth working over her with growing intensity, each pass of your tongue earning a fresh curse or ragged breath from above. Ellie’s thighs tense on either side of you, muscles twitching with each slow grind of her hips.

In the mirror, she watches it all.

Her lips are parted, one hand gripping your hair tighter now, anchoring you like she’s afraid you might stop. The other hand slips up under her tank top, palm cupping her own breast. She moans softly when she squeezes, her breath stuttering.

“Jesus fuck,” she pants, hips stuttering against your mouth. “You’re so good at this. Fuck, don’t stop.”

You don’t. If anything, you double down. Your tongue flattening, pressure sharper now, hungrier. Your hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in as you drive her higher. You can feel how wet she is, how hot. How close.

“Touch yourself,” she says suddenly, voice cracking. You glance up, and her head tilts just slightly, eyes still locked on the mirror. “Please. Wanna see it. Wanna see how pretty you look when you're getting off to me.”

You don’t hesitate. Just to give her a little show, you spread your legs a bit, arch your back enough that Ellie can get a real good look.

One hand slips between your legs, fingers finding heat and slick right away. You moan low into her, the vibration making Ellie flinch and gasp above you.

“Oh my God,” she groans, her voice shattering around the edges. “That’s it. Just like that. Fuck, that’s so hot. You're so...hot.”

You keep going, your fingers circling your own clit now, quick and needy, your mouth working even harder against her. Something about the sound of her begging for it, of her watching herself come undone while knowing you’re falling apart too — it makes you reckless.

You lick deeper, suck harder, moaning into her cunt as your own pleasure builds beneath your hand.

Ellie tugs at your hair sharply, her thighs starting to clamp around your head, her chest rising and falling like she’s chasing something just out of reach.

“Yes, baby,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. M'gonna come.”

She’s so close now it’s in every part of her:

The way her breath hitches, the way her grip in your hair tightens to the point of sting, the way her hips roll and stutter against your face like her body can’t help it anymore.

You don’t let up. You stay locked in, mouth soaked, your own hand still working between your thighs as you push her higher, relentless and steady.

Your tongue slides just right. Deep, then sharp and quick, then back again; Ellie falls apart above you beautifully.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna,” she gasps, voice barely coherent, her thighs beginning to clamp around your head. Her body trembles beneath your hands, and she looks at herself in the mirror like she can’t believe it — flushed and wide-eyed, panting, one hand twisted in your hair, the other now gripping the sheets for grounding.

You moan into her, sucking her clit just once, hard and perfect, and that does it.

Ellie comes with a sharp cry, her body seizing. Her hips jerk forward once, twice, before she nearly folds in on herself, breath knocked out of her, hand fisting in your hair tight enough to hurt.

“Oh my God,” she chokes out, head tipped back now, eyes fluttering shut. “Holy shit, I—”

You keep going until your own orgasm tears through you. Ellie takes it all, twitching and breathless, legs shaking around your shoulders.

Eventually, her hand loosens in your hair. Her thighs slacken. She exhales, long and shaky, the kind of sound that only comes after being completely undone.

You glance up, mouth shining, flushed and still panting from your own touch. Ellie’s watching you in the mirror again, eyes half-lidded, dazed and ruined and still not done looking.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, throat raw. “You’re insane.”

You shrug a little, smug despite the racing in your chest. “Told you I could show you greedy.”

Ellie lets out a broken laugh, dragging you up by the wrist and pulling you into her lap, still catching her breath.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, kissing your temple. “You got me there.”

[bvrnesher]

can you do an ask game with maybe a few pros and cons of dating the pjo boys and include ethan nakamura please? or how and how well they take care of you when you’re sick? if im asking for too much im sorry and feel free to ignore this!

❝ Pros and Cons ! ❞ ― pjo/hoo boys !

— 💬 a/n: hehe I love this. + i'll definitely do the one about how they would take care of you soon 🤘🏻 ask games opeeeen :D

— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; dating him is like rawdogging the ocean: thrilling, emotional, and occasionally deadly.

Pros:

– rides hard for you in every way. holds your hand like he’s proud of it, kisses your cheek like it’s instinct.

– treats you like you’re sacred. deadass. you say "I don't feel pretty today" and he looks at you like you just insulted a sea goddess.

– down SO bad. puts you on his shoulders at the beach, writes your name in the sand, kisses you like it’s a prayer.

– loyal to a delusional degree. protective to the point of stupidity.

– surprisingly soft. lays in your lap, plays with your fingers, whispers “I missed you” like he’s ashamed of it.

– you’ll catch him staring and he won’t even look away. just shrugs like “yeah. you’re hot.”

– randomly blurts “you know I love you, right?” mid-convo. doesn’t even realize he said it out loud.

Cons:

– emotionally bottled-up until there’s yelling or blood involved. then suddenly he’s like “you’re my everything.”

– forgets plans, birthdays, and to text you back—but will remember the exact date you first kissed.

– has too many near-death experiences to process feelings properly. makes trauma jokes and thinks that’s therapy.

– a little reckless. says “trust me” way too much for someone who barely has a plan.

– when you fight, he gets real quiet. not because he’s mad. because he’s scared you’ll leave.

– angry crying. he will yell at you and cry in the same breath.

– impulsive with his love. wants forever, right now, all at once—and it can be a lot.

— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; dating him feels like loving a statue that only melts for you. everyone sees perfection—only you know where he breaks.

Pros:

– soft but solid. forehead kisses. opens doors. hand on the small of your back like a prince.

– remembers everything you say. casually brings it up weeks later. “didn’t you like that book? I got it for you.”

– protective in a quiet, unshakable way. He doesn’t start fights—he ends them. efficiently.

– listens. fully. with those devastating blue eyes and that “I’d die for you but also I’m taking notes” look.

– respects you more than he respects himself. says “whatever you want” and means it.

– brings you flowers without making it a thing. says “I saw these and thought of you” with zero drama.

– holds you like you’re sacred. you get forehead kisses, temple kisses, hand squeezes in crowds.

Cons:

– he's a little emotionally dumb. like, tries so hard but sometimes he thinks “i’m fine” counts as vulnerability.

– not good with spontaneity. you’ll say “let’s run away for the weekend” and he’ll ask if he needs to file a leave form.

– his ex is Responsibility. you’re always fighting for attention with his job.

– SO emotionally slow-burn. like you’ll be five months in and he’s just now realizing he’s in love.

– asks “what’s wrong?” but won’t push if you say “nothing.” you have to spell it out.

– overthinks to the point of inaction. wants to do the right thing so badly he sometimes does nothing.

— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; dating him is like dating a raccoon with a blowtorch and a heart of gold.

Pros:

– makes you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad.

– builds you weird shit. a jewelry box that purrs. a necklace that glows when he misses you.

– clingy in a cute way. wants to hold your hand constantly. even while fixing things.

– surprisingly soft. falls asleep on your lap, mumbles your name in his sleep.

– sings to you while working. bad voice. 10/10 charm.

– confesses love mid-meltdown. “I swear to the gods, I’d blow up the sun for you. that’s not a threat. it’s a promise.”

– calls you pet names like “babygirl” and “nerdface” with the same amount of affection.

– once built a machine that played your laugh on loop. don’t ask where it is now.

Cons:

– self-worth in the dumpster. flirts to cover it up. you’ll have to teach him he’s lovable.

– will not let you compliment him without deflecting. “you’re so smart” “ok but YOU exist, so.”

– uses humor as armor. you say “you hurt me” and he says “haha same.”

– lowkey runs if things get too real. backpedals out of vulnerability like it’s on fire.

– gets insecure real fast. like “do you think he’s hotter than me?” fast.

– jokes through every serious convo until you’re like “LEO.”

– will accidentally blow something up while trying to be romantic.

— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; dating him is like dating a soldier with the soul of a golden retriever and the heart of a poet.

Pros:

– insanely respectful. asks before touching you. looks like he wants to marry you every time you smile.

– big strong arms. will carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch.

– you cry? he tears up too. instantly.

– always calls to say goodnight. even from battle.

– the kind of guy who brings you soup when you're sick and holds your hair back when you puke.

– loves quietly but devastatingly. folds your blanket over your shoulders, kisses your hand while you sleep.

– softest good morning voice. brings you tea and kisses your shoulder.

– turns into animals for fun. once became a bear to cuddle you because you said you were cold.

Cons:

– shy. like “asks permission to kiss you after dating for a month” shy.

– doesn’t know how to flirt. like at all. his version is “you look… nice. really… face.”

– way too hard on himself. if he thinks he messed up, he shuts down and disappears until you drag him out.

– overthinks everything. “did I hold her hand too long?” no, Frank, hold it longer.

– grandma trauma. feels like he needs to earn love.

– when he gets jealous? baby goes SILENT. will stare down a wall instead of saying he’s upset.

— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; dating him feels like kissing the storm right before it hits. thrilling. devastating. unforgettable.

Pros:

– flirt level: dangerous. says “you’re mine” in that voice. touches your waist like he’s memorizing it.

– will absolutely take a knife for you. has. probably.

– smart, confident, knows exactly how to push your buttons—in and out of bed.

– makes you feel like the only person in the world. like he chose you over everything.

– gives you stolen trinkets like “found this. thought of you.”

– flirts like it’s a weapon. smirks, low voice, one hand on your knee.

– can’t help but protect you. even when he’s self-destructing.

– deep down, just wants to be chosen. when you do? he melts.

Cons:

– ghost vibes. disappears into his own head and doesn’t tell you why.

– pushes people away when he’s hurting, which is always.

– loves like it’s a war. intense. consuming. dangerous if you’re not built for it.

– you never know if he’s leaving. and he doesn’t either.

– acts like he doesn’t care to protect you from how much he does.

– loves you in a way that always feels like it’s going to end.

— 𝓔than 𝓝akamura;; dating him is like reaching for something beautiful in the dark—every time you get close, he flinches like you’re a knife.

Pros:

– intense eye contact. stares at you like he’s trying to burn the memory of you into his soul.

– insanely observant. notices when you’re quiet, remembers what you wore on your third date, knows when you’re lying and won’t call you out.

– protective in a vengeful way. doesn’t need credit. just makes sure no one disrespects you twice.

– shows love in action. fixes things before you ask. stays up all night when you’re sick. will sit with you in silence just so you don’t feel alone.

– remembers everything. the way you laugh, the exact words you whispered once, your favorite kind of rain.

– touch-starved but terrifyingly good at loving. he kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. holds you like you’re proof he exists.

Cons:

– emotionally guarded. you’re always trying to peel back layers he won’t give.

– has never, in his life, believed he was truly wanted. you’ll have to remind him. Every. Single. Day.

– pushes you away when he’s scared. and he’s scared a lot.– kinda scary when mad. doesn’t yell—goes silent.

– self-sabotage king. will start a fight just to feel something.

– always looks like he wants to say something. never does.

– refuses comfort. like physically recoils from kindness if he’s not ready.

– always seems like he’s preparing for the worst. like he never really believes you’ll stay.

[heartzfromlizzy]

answering these fun questions! tw: mentions of mental health and serious stuff! don't read if you don't like it when people get serious! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

1. i don't hate them, but sunsets sometimes make me sad. maybe because the idea of a fun day ending just hurts me a little bit. (sometimes my brain is negative and stupid and likes to think of everything good in my life ending so.. that's fun.) when my brain is NOT torturing me, sunsets are very pretty to watch. i love just being out and about and seeing the sky slowly go dimmer. its so pretty, although i do like sunrises more!

2. oh gosh.. when i was younger, i had a huge lying problem, but at the same time, i was also delusional due to my mental health disorder, schizophrenia. so sadly, yes. i started many rumors mainly about myself to feel better about my life and to pretend things weren't the way they were. i am now mentally doing so much better, and i know what's real and what's not and i'm okay with it!

3. caseoh. literally caseoh. for those who don't know, caseoh is a twitch streamer, and he is hilarious. he just has a certain ability to just light up everybody in chat and make them all smile and laugh. i watch him SO MUCH. i encourage watching his re-uploads on youtube rather than watching them on twitch because twitch is annoying and not very safe.

4. HAA. i'm broke and i have not been to concerts.

5. right now, id want to be a dolphin!

6. what? im sorry im dumb and don't understand this question.

7. a black and grey shirt with the words "let me sleep" in white on it. there's also a pair of sleepy eyes. its kinda messed up, and the words are coming off but its still cozy.

8. ngl food.

9. i love these gold and white sandals. they look fancy and have flowers on them, but i do not wear them all day due to it being uncomfty.

10. taking me out to a restaurant of my choice. 😭

11. trying, caring, Christian!

12. one time i was at this outside festival and there were these booths and stands of people, y'know selling stuff and advertising things. well, one of them had these pretzels and stuff out, and i literally, for some reason, without asking, just grabbed a pretzel because i thought they were samples and everyone was basically staring at me and i was very embarrassed. my parents were prob embarrassed the most. also, no, the pretzel wasn't good, obvi it was stale. (;_;)

13. lol, no, i don't happen to drink!

14. dialysis boxes in my room for storage as a teen. :,)

15. well, i do happen to believe in God, and i practice Christianity! i don't know if that's exactly the same as a superstition? i could be wrong, lolz!

16. listening to asmrs. :,))

17. talk to myself, reenact/movie scenes/show scenes/youtube videos, dance randomly.

18. wasabi. does that count as a food or more of a dip? IT'S DISGUSTING.

19. HA.. ha.. i love so many fictional characters, so idk. maybe baymax from big hero 6? he's sweet and he's a doctor, also he's huggable!

20. to work at this local restaurant in my area called, "juniors!"

21. God, music, my loved ones, food, thinking of fun stuff to do!

22. rambley review by uniqueness! (its a song from a game!)

23. AT the top of my head, im not sure, but ik me and one of my closest friends have so many inside jokes.

24. probably one of my bracelets! i have so many..

25. doctor who!! depending on where i am or what app im using its not very talked about!

26. so many.. wow. here, i'll list a few! indigo park, fnaf, doctor who, rwby, attack on titan, demon slayer, disney, pixar, kung fu panda, marble hornets, marvel, undertale, omori!

27. ahh id rather just sit this one out but here's a lil joke controversial take, RORY FROM DOCTOR WHO DESERVED BETTER CHANGE MY MIND.

28. ive been watching rwby a lot lately so I'll list some of my favorite ships from the show! blacksun, arkos, renora, emery!

29. i do have ear piercings! i do not have any tattoos!

30. worst is probably that i struggle with self-control. the best is probably that i strive to be good, kind, and loving.

Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

[cedricluvr]

first time for everything

pairing: bob (robert) reynolds x fem reader

warnings: porn w/o plot just pure filth 18+! MDNI oral (f! reader rec), hint of somno

a/n: still cannot stop thinking about bob. this bipolar man (im bipolar too) has consumed most of my waking thoughts. here is a little treat for you guys since i wrote this in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep thinking about robert reynolds. intentional lowercase used - proofread! if you like this please check out my page for other bob/sentry/void works! i have a number of them now and am hoping to put everything on a masterlist soon <3

word count: 719

18+!! MDNI

bob is an official munch, you discovered this pretty early on in your relationship. bob loved to eat you out, making it his personal mission to make you cum on his tongue and fingers at least once or twice before he fucked you.

the first time he ever ate you out he was so nervous but so eager. “i w-wanna do a good job for you baby, you always treat me so well,” bob said as he inched kisses along your inner thighs. when he got to your center he looked up at you for permission to continue and when you nodded and said “please keep going bobby” his hands on your panties shredded them to reveal you. he had been just so eager, “i-i’m sorry honey, i’ll buy you ten new pairs i promise, i just got so excited”. you giggled and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “it’s okay bobby, i promise, but i will take you up on that offer,” you smirked.

he returned to between your thighs after chasing your lips for another kiss (okay maybe it was more like two or three more). he looked up at you with those gorgeous baby blues and then he leaned in closer and licked a teasing, exploratory stripe up your center. bob teased a few more licks across your core, trying to find the spots that made your breath hitch and your hands tangle further in his hair. his hands were caressing your thighs, lifting them over his broad shoulders so he could properly bury himself in you. after the first few licks he started to devour you like a man starved: tongue plunging into your entrance to drink at your sweet wetness, latching onto your clit and writing his name on it with his tongue.

your thighs started to tremble around his head, squeezing him almost, but he just held them tighter. his right hand started to inch down gently to your center, where he found your wetness easily and slipped a finger inside. bob gave a few light pumps of his finger before adding a second and beginning to curl them inside of you. when he hit your sweet spot your legs tightened around his head and you pulled his hair so hard he whimpered. the whole time, his lips either leaving gentle kisses on your clit or wrapped around it, licking, flicking, sucking it.

“that’s my girl, doing so good for me,” bob mumbled against your clit before diving back in. when he pulled back for that moment you could see his chin and the tip of his nose covered with your slick and his spit. he lavished you with soft licks and kisses and the curling and moving rhythm of his fingers. it didn’t take long for you to whimper out, “bob-bobby, ‘m close”.

“come on, cum for me sweet girl, please, need it,” he dove back in with more energy than before, filling the room with obscene sounds of wetness. he kept searching for that sweet spot with his fingers and it wasn’t long before your legs were shaking around his head and you were crying out bob’s name.

he stayed down there to clean you up, greedily licking up all the wetness that remained for himself. when you gave a final tug to his hair and he looked up to see you with a blissed-out smile he pulled back, placing one last kiss to your clit, which made you shiver. bob came up the bed towards you, licking his fingers clean, a criminally hot sight you’d have burned into your brain forever, “how are you feeling love? can i get you anything?” bob was such a sweetie, having spent the last twenty minutes doting on you here he was asking if you needed anything else. “‘m so good bobby, you did so good,” he blushed at that before you continued, “i love you, just need you,” you replied. he leaned in for a kiss and gave you a sweet “i love you”, you whimpered slightly at the taste of yourself on his lips. you spent the rest of that night wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing silly stories and sweet nothings. and when you woke up the next morning, it was with his mouth already on you.

[om340700]

ha ha ha ha ha ha I need them to add hairstyles in the new game NYOW!!! (please) i cant take this anymore!!1!1!1! (thank you)

[big-poppa23]

Something Like Her Part Seven

synapse: fate was on their side. they lived and now, they were gonna get that happy ending in thailand like they talked about

pairing: cho hyun-ju x female reader

contains: implied abusive ex-boyfriend, bit of transphobia, bit of homophobia

a/n: so i’m very tempted to watch the glory as my second k-drama ever specifically because of that beautiful man so yeah im writing him in this (cuz why not and reader has a ‘type’ lol-just park sung-hoon aka also my type) i could be very wrong with the way im writing his character so sorry, its based on what ive read about him. One more thing: im gonna be writing one shots for my queen after this but I consider this an ending

. . .

It had been days since the Games ended.

Days since the final vote passed in a landslide.

Days since they were blindfolded, loaded into vans, and dumped back into the real world—this time with ₩1.724 billion in their bank accounts. Blood money. Dirty. Heavy. But enough to buy silence… or a second chance.

Her parents didn’t even want to look at her when she came home. They screamed. Called her things they hadn’t said since she was a teenager. “Filth.” “Sinner.” “Ruined.” And when they saw Hyun-ju standing behind her—quiet, still, unflinching—they turned uglier.

So she kissed Hyun-ju in front of them.

Not gentle. Not shy. Deliberate.

And she didn’t look back.

Now, she stepped out of a taxi into the muted gray of Incheon Airport’s morning fog. Her arm was still in a sling, healing slower than she liked.

She tugged her suitcase behind her, boarding pass clutched in her good hand, eyes scanning the crowd.

And then—

Pain jolted through her shoulder as she collided with a hard chest, sending her sprawling onto the cold tile floor.

“Fuck—shit,” she muttered, breath catching as she scrambled for her ticket.

A familiar voice cut through the din.

“Y/N?”

She froze.

Her stomach dropped before her eyes even found him.

Jeon Jae-joon.

Polished to a fault. Designer shoes that never scuffed. Tailored coat draped over his arm like he’d just walked out of a fashion spread. That same effortless cologne. That same condescending smirk. Her parents loved him. Wanted her to marry him.

God, she hated how fast he could twist her back into that old version of herself.

“Didn’t think I’d see you crawling around like a stray dog,” he said coolly, looking her over like she was dirt in Dior. He offered a hand—more mockery than help. She didn’t take it.

“Still too proud?” he mused. “Some things don’t change.”

She stood on her own, jaw tight.

“I thought you’d disappeared for good. What happened—run out of places to sleep? That what the sling’s for? You finally tried to fuck the wrong man?” he remarked.

She said nothing.

But of course, silence never stopped Jae-joon. He took a step closer, his eyes sharp as glass. “I never said we were over, you know.”

She didn’t move.

His fingers wrapped around her arm. Possessive. Familiar. “You loved me once.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“You disappear without a word and think I’d just forget you?” he muttered, his grip tightening. “You owe me answers.”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing.”

His expression hardened. He leaned in close, his voice low enough to burn. “Always had a mouth on you. Always needed someone to remind you who you belonged to. Maybe I should remind you right here—”

“Let go of her.”

The voice was soft. But it cut through him like a blade.

Jae-joon turned, slow and smug—until he saw her.

Hyun-ju stood just feet away. Calm. Steady. Dressed in black jeans and a bomber jacket, eyes sharp beneath her fringe.

He blinked. Then scoffed. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m her girlfriend.”

His lips parted in surprise before he barked out a harsh laugh. “Girlfriend?” He glanced back at Y/N. “This is what you ran to? Are you fucking serious?”

“Dead serious,” Y/N said, her voice flat.

“You’re a dyke now?” He looked Hyun-ju up and down, sneering. “She doesn’t even look like a woman.”

Hyun-ju didn’t flinch. “You don’t look like a man. Just a boy used to people flinching when he snaps.”

“Watch your mouth, bitch—”

She stepped closer. “Walk. Away.”

“Or what?”

Her voice dropped. Low. Lethal. “You don’t want to find out what I’ve done to men who touched her without permission.”

For the first time, he hesitated.

Hyun-ju didn’t break eye contact.

Finally, Jae-joon scoffed, brushing imaginary lint off his suit as he looked at Y/N. “Whatever. You’re not worth it. Never were.”

“Neither were you,” Y/N said.

“Charity case,” he remarked as he walked away, muttering something else under his breath—but he didn’t look back.

Only when he was gone did Y/N let out the breath she’d been holding. Her hand trembled, the adrenaline crashing down all at once. Hyun-ju reached for it and held it. “You okay?” she asked.

Y/N gave a small nod. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“You don’t owe him anything,” Hyun-ju said gently. “Not even a reaction.”

“I’m not scared of him anymore,” she whispered. “I just… realized there are better people in the world.”

Hyun-ju smiled faintly. “You better be talking about me.”

“Who else would I be talking about?” she said, lips twitching into a smile.

Her gaze dropped to Hyun-ju’s leg—still favoring it. The stab wound. Hidden under clean stitches and compression bandages, but obvious in the way she limped.

“You sure you’re good to walk?”

“We’re about to sit on a plane for five hours,” Hyun-ju said dryly. “I’ll survive.”

“That’s what we do best.”

They didn’t say anything after that.

They just held hands.

And walked into the terminal together.

. . .

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting streaks of orange and pink across the sky. The air was warm and still, heavy with the scent of salt and blooming frangipani. Somewhere in the distance, the ocean whispered against the sand.

Y/N stood barefoot on the patio, her arms resting on the railing of their new home overlooking the coast. Loose linen pants clung gently to her hips, her shoulder still stiff in its sling but healing. The breeze lifted strands of her hair, carrying them across her face, and she didn’t bother to tuck them back. She just breathed.

Thailand was different. Slower. Quieter.

For once, she wasn’t looking over her shoulder.

Behind her, soft footsteps padded across the wood. A moment later, warm lips pressed to her bare shoulder—gentle, reverent. Hyun-ju’s arms slid around her waist from behind, and a glass of iced tea appeared in her hand.

“Still out here?” Hyun-ju asked softly, resting her chin on Y/N’s good shoulder.

“Mm,” she hummed, gently taking the glass of iced tea from her. “Didn’t want to go back in yet.”

Hyun-ju didn’t answer, just kissed her again—this time behind the ear—and stayed pressed to her back like she belonged there. Y/N leaned into her, letting the warmth soak into her skin.

“It doesn’t feel real yet,” Y/N whispered after a while. “This. Us. All of it.”

“It is,” Hyun-ju said softly. “We made it real.”

Y/N finally turned slightly, just enough to see her. “Do you ever think about it? The Games?”

Hyun-ju hesitated. “…Sometimes. In pieces. Mostly in dreams.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “But then I wake up and you’re here. And it gets a little easier.” Y/N looked down at the drink in her hand, then turned her face toward her. “We probably should’ve died in there.”

“But we didn’t.”

Y/N exhaled. “Do you think they’ll come looking for us? I know we voted to leave but…”

Hyun-ju’s arms tightened just slightly around her. “Let them.”

That made Y/N smile. “You’re always the calm one. Even back in the dorms.”

“I wasn’t calm,” she said. “I was terrified. Of losing you.”

Silence stretched between them for a beat, heavy and full of unsaid things.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her gaze dropping, vulnerable and soft. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to have this. You. A home. A real home.”

“You do now. And I have you.”

Another beat passed.

Then, in a voice just above a whisper, Hyun-ju said it:

“I love you.”

Y/N froze. Slowly turned in her arms. Her eyes searched Hyun-ju’s—no hint of fear there, just quiet certainty.

She reached up, brushing a hand against her cheek. “Say it again,” she whispered.

Hyun-ju smiled. “I love you.”

Y/N closed her eyes, breathed it in like air. “I love you too.”

The kiss that followed was soft. Lingering. No urgency. No desperation. Just warmth. Just peace. The kind of kiss you give when you know—truly know—that the worst is behind you.

And the future, for once, is theirs.

[sunnysock]

i think ive done it guys i think these are the final versions i think im cool and real OKAY BREAKDOWN UNDER THE CUT <3

i made ochakos costume based on like... all her canon outfits. she is a shorts and tights girly we've all seen it. that being said i didnt want to change TOO MUCH so the top is very simmilar, i just seperated the top and sleeves. i could not justify any reason for those big ass boots im afraid even if i do think theyre cutest, so i gave her smaller ones. it doesn't come across toooo great but the bottoms have soft padding on them (thats what the pink is) to make landings softer. her arm um... things.. (what are they called) are exactly the same, except theres heart designs that you can't see really in this pose! im so smart! her headpiece is like earmuffs with a visor, but theyre for helping her not get naseuas (like her canon headpiece) idk exactly how that works but uh im saying it does! and instead of the things in her heels in canon, she has a little jet pack! you cant see it here, except for a tiny bit of the bottom- but it does the same thing her boots do in canon; a puff of air that helps her move while floating. also for her uniform i gave her a longer skirt and a headband :D now himiko, its hard to see here, ill have to draw her from behind at some point. but she has like a fabric belt that connects with velcro, and on the back are two pouches with tubes connect to two needles each, and a tube that connects to the back of her mask. the needles also have a feature where they push out blood so in case she cant get to her mask in time, she can just sorta suck on the needle. the straps on her thigh will hold knives, only one each though. her canon one is just too bulky to me. and she stores vials of blood on those thigh straps too. i drew them very messily so pretend theyre like a little bigger and make more sense. also gave her mask a silly :3 face. then i just gave her sneakers and leg warmers instead of dress shoes and socks, for fun and whimsy! in winter when she gets her coat i imagine she also wears tights. and i gave her shorts under her skirt for, yk, obvious reasons i didnt render these BTW its just flat colours, so if himiko looks really pale its because normally i put a lot of other colours over that so it looks less like shes dead LOL but also she is supposed to be realllyyy pale. cause yk vampire.. obviously. ill try and do sketches from other angles so u can really see these details :D and maybe ill draw ochako's first version as well, without the grappling things and jetpack, and a few other little differences ANYWAY hope you enjoy them <3

[myclovernew]

deep waters (j. sinclair)

pairing °❀⋆.ೃ࿔* : johnny sinclair x reader

word count °❀⋆.ೃ࿔* : 4.4k words

author's note °❀⋆.ೃ࿔* : the absolute chokehold joseph zada has on me right now is INSANE you guys like i needed to write this purely for my own delusions goodbye !!!! also lowkey rushed the ending cus i felt like this was getting too long pls #sorry butttt enjoy hehe im still a little rusty so i apologize for any inconsistencies or grammar mistakes </3 *not edited as of 7/3/25

summers on beechwood were always magical—are always magical. they've been that way ever since i stepped foot on this island back in summer 8. when i thought i had nothing left to live for anymore, he gave me a reason.

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summer 8

kicking off my sandals, i dug my feet into the sand, probably the softest sand i'd ever felt. the water was calm, a shade of blue so mesmerizing it felt almost illegal just to imagine myself getting lost in it. i closed my eyes and threw away all the thoughts that had been bottled up in that little head of mine since that day. my silence was concerning, according to mom. she didn't know, but i had heard her talking to uncle ed before we packed to leave for beechwood. i hadn't uttered a single word since dad passed; not when we got the news, not when my mother broke down crying, not during the funeral, and certainly not now—on this island.

like an otherworldly force, i felt myself inching closer to the water. with every crash of wave against my body, i moved a step forward, letting the water soak the bottom of the yellow, floral patterned sundress mom had picked out for me before we left.

eyes still closed, i kept my feet moving. the water had reached my fingertips now, but i didn't think to stop and leave then.

the water at my waist, swallowing half my body now. there was nothing that could stop me from letting go at this moment. from letting myself feel everything i hadn't allowed myself to feel before. i was becoming one with the water as it splashed against my chest. just two more steps and i would've been underwater. just two more steps and maybe, just maybe, i could forget.

the waves hit me once more, and just as i was about to take another step, i heard thrashing water from behind me. i opened my eyes and made an attempt to look behind me, only for the water to sweep me off my feet and drag me away along with it.

fully submerged under the water and eyes closed once again, i let myself fall back into rhythm with the waves. i wasn't even cold anymore. all i could feel was warmth and in the darkness of it all, i saw my dad's face as clear as day. i felt his arms around me and i let myself hold on tight, like i would never let go ever again. not like i did that day.

and then i was above the water, coughing and sputtering out the water that made its way into my lungs. my eyes were burning and everything was a blur. i was breathing again but i couldn't actually breathe. i just wanted to see my dad; i wanted to keep him close to me and i didn't want to let go.

i tried to make my way back into the water, but i was being held by a pair of strong, skinny arms. blinking rapidly, i attempted to wash out the salted water from my eyes and restore my vision. still seeing everything in a blur, the back of a blonde curly-head was the only thing i could make out clearly. the boy was dragging me out of the water along with him and as we made it closer to shore, i realized he was fully clothed, belt and shoes included. this boy was not supposed to be out in the water. in fact, he probably wasn't planning on it at all. not until he saw me practically drowning myself.

"oh my god, y/n!" i heard a woman's voice shout from further away. i didn't know who it belonged to, but i assumed it was carrie's, uncle ed's girlfriend, whose voice i heard screaming my name right after. before i could make sense of anything else, i slipped into the familiar darkness yet again.

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summer 16

"i don't want to go back this year, mom," i sighed and rolled my eyes as i spoke back to my mom, who was rummaging through my closet like a madman. i sat at the edge of my bed, glaring down at the empty luggage bag sprawled on the floor of my bedroom.

"well, you don't really have a choice now, do you?" she called back out, holding up a pink babydoll shirt with both her hands. "plus, your brother is going, too."

"yeah," i replied, "...that's cus he just wants to see cadence," muttering that last part under my breath.

"hm?" my mom said, holding my gaze now. i shook my head and got up from my bed, leaving her to continue whatever mission she was on to have me packed and ready to go in the morning.

i walked across the hall to my brother's room. door already cracked open, i told myself not to act surprised when i saw his bag fully packed next to the outfit he had neatly folded up and ready for tomorrow. i snorted at the sight, making him aware of my presence.

"leave, y/n," gat said, all annoyed and pissy. he was busy at his desk, writing into a journal or something.

"excited to see a special someone tomorrow?" i threw at him as i leaned against the doorframe, knowing it'd get a reaction out of him. and boy, was i right. he snapped his head back up from whatever he was working on to face me, a light blush grazing his cheeks. he didn't even have to answer my question because we both knew exactly how he felt.

"well what about you?" he cleared his throat, standing up a little taller in his chair, "are you excited?"

"me?" i tilted my head slightly in confusion.

"oh, don't act like you haven't been thinking about seeing him again all year," my brother replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he crossed his arms against his chest, leaning back into his chair.

i quickly straightened myself up, feeling my body getting tenser from the mention of him. i'd be lying to myself if i said i wasn't thinking of him, because truth be told, i did. i really did. but i'd rather burn to death than admit that out loud, especially to my brother of all people.

i shook my head while rolling my eyes, not letting him feed on the pleasure of my apparent annoyance with the topic he had brought up as i turned to leave his room. i continued to walk back in the direction i came from, trying to ignore the wavering thoughts of a blonde curly-headed boy—and the rapid beating of my treacherous heart.

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the boat tipped slightly as uncle ed made his way out onto the dock. gat quickly followed out after him, leaving me contemplating alone in the boat. i knew i had to get up, but i couldn't risk seeing him again. i couldn't bare to see his face, knowing it would put my heart on the line—again.

we weren't even on talking terms anymore, not since that last week of summer 15.

"y/n? come on, we gotta go," gat called out, bringing me back to my senses and the reality i had to eventually face. i grabbed my luggage bag from the handles, holding on tight and praying to god or whatever other higher up to hold onto my heart like i was holding onto the bag my mom had packed for me.

i made my way up the grassy hill, taking in the familiar scent of salt air and ocean breeze. as much as i had convinced myself that i didn't want to be here this summer, that was simply a lie. i absolutely adored beechwood. it was straight out of a fairytale, a faraway land riddled with secrets and untold truths.

i looked up to see cady running towards gat with her arms wide open. fork found in kitchen. those two obviously had something going on, although i couldn't quite pinpoint exactly when it started because it's just been that way since forever. mirren followed close behind cady, throwing her arms around the both of them and into a group hug.

my heart skipped a beat when i let my gaze wander behind the rest of the group. there he was, standing there with a careless slouch and both hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts, staring straight back at me. johnny sinclair.

he looked away as soon as he realized we were making direct eye contact. dragging one hand out of his pocket and to the back of his neck, he awkwardly made his way towards the others. sure, we weren't on talking terms, but he was fine with gat. i don't think those two ever really went a day without talking to each other, even when they had arguments.

cady and mirren acknowledged my presence as our bodies clashed together in a warm, and very much needed, hug. i let myself melt in their embrace. gat was my brother, but these girls were like the sisters i've never had.

"tag, you're it!" cady let go of me and tapped gat's shoulder. we all started running, and in that moment, i forgot about all of my worries, all of my second-thoughts, and all about johnny. i ran like my life depended on it.

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it wasn't easy being around johnny in such close distance like nothing happened last summer. the others could sense the tension wafting the air, too, and tried to keep the conversations lighthearted. mirren went on about this older guy she'd been sexting recently while cady and gat unknowingly kept sending each other heart-eyes. i swear they were sickeningly oblivious about their feelings, but it wasn't my place to say anything about whatever was going on between the two of them.

i kept stealing glances at johnny, making sure not to look toward his direction too long each time i did. he was unusually quiet, and johnny sinclair was never quiet. he was known to be the life of the party with that contagious erratic energy of his. it was almost concerning, this silence of his, but i wasn't going to be the one to question it.

and like he had just read my mind, he got up from the beach towel and dusted off his shorts, his damp hair still dripping water from the ends. god he was beautiful, and that annoyed me. the light hit his skin in a way that made him glisten, like a calm lake reflecting the morning sun. his arms and legs were toned from all the tennis he played, and he was tall, so tall.

"take a picture, it'd last longer," johnny said, bringing up a towel to his hair to dry off, clearly directing his snarky comment at me.

damn it, i looked too long.

i rolled my eyes in response and laid back down on my towel, covering my face with the shirt i had taken off earlier to continue my sunbathing. usually i'd just have a pair of sunglasses to shield myself from the sun, but i needed something to cover the blush teasing my cheeks.

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johnny had given in earlier and actually said a word to me, but i was determined to keep my walls up. i didn't have anything to say to him anyway, so why should i even bother?

i had my own room at red gate, and thank god for that because sharing with gat would've been a nightmare. my room here was bigger than the one back home, not that i needed all the extra space. the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room had quite a fitting name, with sheer white curtains tangled with faux vines wrapped around the canopy of the bed. i had draped my walls with more of the vines along with various pictures of the liars and and my friends from back home.

i walked over to my desk in one corner of the room, gaze landing on a picture frame backside up in the middle of it. i flipped the frame to see a picture of johnny and i from a couple of years ago, in summer 12, his arm around my shoulders and the biggest, cheesiest smiles on both of our faces. he had always been taller than me, not that i ever had a chance at beating him in that department. and he had seriously grown into all of his features, while i still looked like i was stuck in this weird limbo between summer 12 and 14.

"we're heading over to windemere for a movie night if you wanna join," gat popped his head into my room, the sudden disturbance causing me to flinch and hurry to hide the picture behind my back.

"i think i'm done for the day," i said, a little too quickly, "i need to shower anyway, but you guys have fun."

"suit yourself," he said with the raise of his brow and a half shrug, then left without another word.

i let out a breath i didn't even know i was holding, quickly putting the frame down like how it had been earlier. grabbing a change of clothes and a towel, i walked myself out of my room and to the shower.

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it had taken me a good twenty minutes trying to get the warm water to work until i got impatient and settled for a cold shower. teeth still chattering as i wrapped a towel around my head, i reached over to the doorknob and pulled, only to be greeted by who i had convinced myself to be the last person i wanted to see.

johnny staggered on his feet, the weight he had put onto the door before i had opened it pulling him down backwards.

"j-johnny, w-what the-," i sputtered as he quite literally fell on his ass.

"jesus, you took so long in there i was almost certain you slipped and hit your head—are you shivering?" he stood back up, concern wrinkling his forehead as he looked down at me.

"i'm f-fine," i managed to reply, only for the stutter in my words to give away that i wasn't.

"you don't look fine," he said sternly. i didn't even bother to respond this time, wanting to just get out of there and back into my room. but before i could step out, johnny stepped in front of me to block the exit.

"johnny," i said, eyes shut and fists balled up at my sides, refusing to look at him any longer. i let out a deep breath, "m-move."

"or what?" i opened my eyes back up to look at him, gaze livid and glossed over with fury. but the fire in my eyes sizzled out just a bit as i made contact with his ocean-blue ones.

"i said move."

i was done playing these games with him.

"make. me."

oh hell no.

completely done with his bullshit, i didn't hesitate to use force and push him out of my way. it was a pathetic attempt, considering he was a whole foot taller than me and probably double my weight. he didn't budge, but that didn't stop me from continuously slamming my hands against his chest.

"why don't you just get it?!" i yelled out, "i don't-," my hands in fists once again, hitting him repeatedly, "want-," the towel wrapped around my head falling to floor in one last defeat, "to see you."

before my fists could make contact with his body again, johnny wrapped his hands around my wrists, stopping me from landing another blow. my hands unraveled in defeat, letting the tears i had been holding back since last year, to fall.

johnny pulled me in closer, still holding onto my wrists, snug against his chest. i stopped fighting back, letting myself let loose, just this once. he reeked of men's cologne and bad decisions.

"i hate you," i muttered against his shirt, sniffling.

"i know," johnny said, breathlessly and tightening his hold on me, "i know."

we stayed that way, clinging onto each other's bodies in silence for the next few minutes. our actions very telling of a million unspoken words. ten minutes had passed before johnny loosened his grasp on me, letting my arms fall back to my sides. with nothing else to say, he moved out of my way and let me go, doing something i should've done with him a long time ago.

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i was back in my room, trying to make sense of whatever had just happened. looking up to the ceiling with my back laying down on the bed, i replayed the scene over and over. god, i should've gone to movie night. why was he even here and not with the others?

a rhythmic knock sounded at my door.

"no, uncle ed, i do not want to discuss the political and economic state of the world with you," i replied in response, half-sarcastic yet jokingly.

"well that would make for quite an evening," a voice that wasn't uncle ed's responded, making it's way into my room.

"you know you really should work on your british accent," i threw back at johnny as i sat up straighter on my mattress. "it's god-awful," i said in an accent of my own this time.

"you're one to talk," he drawled out as he headed over to the chair by my desk. he made himself right at home.

"why aren't you with the others over at windemere?" i asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"didn't like the movie they picked out," he replied, spinning around in my chair.

"which is?"

"1984."

"that story has a great message behind it," i said with a scoff.

"i'm sure."

"and you could learn a lot from it," i continued.

"mhmm."

"i don't even know why i bother," i muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes and letting myself fall back on the bed. i had tried making conversation with him, but that only made me want to rip my hair out.

"what's this?" johnny asked. i sat back up to look at whatever he was talking about. but before i could give him an answer, it seemed like he had already gotten one himself.

he stared down at the picture frame in his hands, gripping onto it like it was some sort of treasure threatened to be taken away from him. he had gotten so quiet all of a sudden that you could hear a pin drop in the room.

"you're missing a tooth in this pic," johnny broke the silence, holding up the picture with his finger pointing right at my face so i, too, could see my toothless smile.

visibly annoyed by his unpredictable reaction, i grabbed a pillow from behind me and threw it, aiming for his perfectly curled head. he let the picture fall to his lap before catching the pillow in one hand.

"oh, you're so on."

johnny set the picture back on the desk and got up from my chair, making his way towards me with the pillow, ready to fight back. i quickly turned behind me to grab another pillow in defense, but he was quicker than i was. i looked back in front of me only to be met with a soft blow to my face.

"i'm going to destroy you," i muffled, pillow still all up in my face.

"i'd like to see you try," johnny replied, cackling.

i took that as an invitation to not hold back. propping up on my knees to balance myself, i grabbed my pillow by the corners and swung—hard. johnny was so caught off guard by the strength i had actually put into my hit that he stumbled backwards from the edge of my bed and fell to the ground, going quiet.

"johnny?" i inched closer to the edge of my bed, genuine concern lacing my voice. one foot reaching over the side of my bed, my heart dropped as i saw an unconscious johnny sprawled on my bedroom floor. his body was limp, leaving a loosened hold on the pillow.

"oh my god, johnny," i quickened on my feet and hurried down to the floor next to him. "johnny, johnny! wake up!" i yelled out as i shook his shoulders. god, just how hard did i hit him?!

body half-hovering over his, i continued to shake him back to consciousness, cursing myself out loud for what i had done.

"please..." i begged, holding both sides of his face in the palm of my hands, praying for a miracle to occur as i shut my eyes.

"relaaax, you didn't kill me," johnny said hoarsely.

i opened my eyes, making contact with his half-lidded, ocean blue ones. for the first time in a long time, i was genuinely happy to hear his voice. i hadn't noticed i was crying until johnny winced as a teardrop fell from my face and onto his. my breath hitched as i swallowed the dreaded lump in my throat. we were close, too close.

i jerked myself backwards in an attempt to create some space between us, but johnny countered the action with his own, bringing me back down and closer to him than ever. i froze, knowing that if i moved even an inch then i'd practically be kissing him. but those thoughts soon escaped my head as i lost myself in his eyes. simply calling them beautiful would've been an insult, because they were so much more. they were a shade of blue i had never seen on anyone else, a blue so mesmerizing i wouldn't even mind if i drowned in them.

johnny brought up a steady hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"you're beautiful," he whispered, staring back at me with a million unspoken and hidden desires. but i wasn't going to let myself fall for his sugar-coated words, not again. i pulled away from his grasp and got back up on my feet, facing my back to him and looking for an out.

"why do you keep pushing me away?" johnny asked, sounding almost hurt as he got up from the ground after me.

"me pushing you away?" i shot back as i turned around to face him again, baffled at the audacity he had to even question this.

"yes, you."

"sorry, asshole, but did you need me to remind you of summer 15? because i sure haven't forgotten," i scoffed in disbelief, letting my pent up emotions get the best of me. johnny got quiet. he knew i was right and there was nothing he could say that could prove otherwise.

"i told you that was an accident, i explained," johnny said then, trying to defend himself.

"accident? you told me you loved me, johnny, loved. and then i saw you kissing someone else the same night."

"she came onto me first, you know that. danielle's had a thing for me ever since the sixth grade, for fuck's sake."

"whatever, i don't even know why i try," i said, making my way out of the door this time.

"no, not whatever, y/n. you say you're fine, but you're really not. you wanna forget this? us? me? then go ahead. vow to never speak to me, to never look at me again. break my heart like it's yours to break. i told you i loved you and nothing has changed for me since then," johnny rambled on, following me out of the room, "god, i knew i was in love with you the moment i dragged you out of those waters. you were so little and already so done with life that i promised myself from that day on that i'd be there for you. i sat with you for weeks on end after that day, trying to get you to say something, anything. you were so vulnerable and i wanted to protect you, but the only thing i couldn't protect you from was myself. god, i'm sorry for hurting you, i just—"

i pressed my lips onto his, standing on the tip of my feet to grab onto his face and pull it to mine. not wasting a second, johnny held onto my waist with one hand while snaking the other to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, lips hungrily on mine. he led me slowly back into my room, making sure not to break the kiss. i let myself fall back onto my bed, fisting my hands in johnny's shirt and pulling him closer, desperate to feel him all over me. johnny's hand was still in my hair, but the other had found it's away at the hem of my shirt, burning my skin with every faint touch. he released my lips and left a trail of kisses along my jaw, then slowly down my neck.

"don't stop," i managed to let out, feeling breathless from all the tension rising in my body.

"is this okay?" he asked, mid-kiss.

"more than okay."

johnny continued to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me feeling more exposed than ever. but a big part of me wanted to be vulnerable, to trust him—to just be with him.

i reached for the bottom of his shirt to do the same. i had seen johnny sinclair shirtless more times than i could recall off the top of my head, but this was different. i let my fingers flutter on his skin, which johnny audibly enjoyed more than i'd thought.

feeling the weight of his body over mine, i combed my fingers through those rebellious, blonde curls, using them to pull him closer to me.

"hi," he whispered, our faces barely just touching.

"hi," i whispered back.

our lips met again, slowly, then with a slip of tongue. i let out a small moan and felt johnny smile against my lips before continuing the kiss. that aching feeling continued to spread as johnny ran his hands over every inch of my skin, gentle enough not to hurt me.

"i love you," he paused, looking down at me with those compelling blue eyes, thumb grazing my cheek.

"i love you, too," i said with a shy smile, knowing that i'd meant it with all my heart. i loved johnny sinclair. love.

and i'd be loving him for a long time.

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[metallicames]

imagine like 2010s papa het coming home after a rough few years of touring to you, angry and frustrated cus lars wont get off his back- then you let him take his anger out on you (FREAKY DEAKY ROUGH STUFF 😛) ok ty babes im done being freeky xxx

A/n: in this specific era I think James was such a good and caring dad and on the other side a freaky beast in bed 🤪

Home

Warnings: dirty talking, rough sex, crampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (f/receiver), squirting.

Finally, James is home.

God, I still can’t believe it. After years of being away on tour, dropped calls, stolen moments in hotel rooms, he’s back. And not just for one night. He’s back for good.

I watch him as he eats, the warm light from the chandelier casting shadows across his face, tired, but still breathtakingly handsome.

Our kids are laughing, telling him everything he missed: little adventures, drawings, school plays, daily dramas, and he listens, as always, with eyes that sparkle, answering with that perfect smile that made me fall in love all those years ago. But I know him too well.

That smile is forced. His shoulders, even though he tries to relax them, are tense. He has that wrinkle between his brows that only appears when something is really bothering him.

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, while we clear the table.

He looks at me for a moment. The kind of look that sends shivers down my spine, like he’s reading my soul and finding his reflection there.

“Yeah, it’s just… I couldn’t wait to come home, you know? Between the exhaustion and the usual drama with Lars… I’m at my limit” he murmurs, gripping the glass in his hand tightly.

A little later, he offers to put the kids to bed. He’s missed them terribly, and I know how much he loves to lull them to sleep with his voice until their last yawn. But before heading to their rooms, he gives me a look that knocks the wind out of me. One of those looks that makes me dizzy.

I felt it all through dinner: his eyes fixed on my lips, his fingers brushing against my wrist a little too slowly, that tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

After the usual bedtime ritual with the kids, he returns to me, his presence heavier than before.

The door closes behind him with a quiet click. And just like that, he’s changed. Gone is the loving, patient father reading under soft lamplight. What stands before me now is raw, undeniably male, every inch of him taut with restrained energy and anger.

He doesn’t speak. The silence between us hums. His eyes lock onto mine, dark with want, a hunger that’s been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. His chest rises with slow, deep breaths, as if holding back a storm.

I take a step toward him, but I don’t get far. He’s already there, closing the space in one swift motion. His hands find me, rough and certain, and then his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s claiming. It’s desperate. It tastes like everything we’ve been holding back.

“You’re tense, James…” I murmur after a moment, my voice low and warm as my hand rests gently on his chest. “You need to let it out.”

His eyes darken, as if I’ve just unlatched the door to something wild that’s been caged for far too long. He says nothing, just grabs my arm and spins me around with a force that weakens my knees.

“Let it out, huh?” he growls against my ear, his breath hot and unsteady. “Maybe on you?”

My back meets the hard press of his arousal, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Sure.. I’m at your disposal…..Daddy” I slowly pronounce the words, especially the last one. In an instant I’m bent over on the bed, ass in the air and face against the mattress, the robe I was wearing hiked up on my hips, my bare skin burning under his gaze. I feel his breathing getting heavier as he leans over me. His hands squeeze my hips with a power that makes me moan softly. Then, without any warning, his lips reach my pussy. There’s nothing gentle about his kiss, it’s ravenous, purposeful. Like he’s starving, like he needs to claim every inch of me with his tongue. My head sinks into the pillow as the moans escape me, helpless, raw.

“I’ve missed you like crazy…” he growls against my skin, his voice rough, almost breaking.

“You need to feel it. Just how fucking much I missed you.”

And god, I do. Every inch of me does.

His tongue is practically fucking me, it pushes so hard against my heat that I have to hold on to the mattress to keep the position stable. Instinct takes over, his hands clamp around my thighs, holding me in place, keeping me pinned to his mouth with no intention of giving me a break.

I feel his moans of pleasure against my wet folds as my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth opens slightly for air. “J-James.. James.. I’m coming.. god don’t stop” I barely manage to speak as James slides two thick fingers deep inside me, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me steady. His fingers start slow, deliberate, each movement teasing, exploring, then quicken, plunging harder and faster until he hits the spot that shatters me. Heat spreads through my body, building until I lose control. In no time I come with a moan muffled by the pillow. James brings his open palm down on my ass with a sharp, punishing slap that echoes through the room. The sting sears into my skin, and my legs buckle beneath me, giving out completely. I collapse onto the mattress, gasping for breath, thighs trembling and soaked, utterly undone.

The sight of my body trembling with pleasure drives James wild. I feel it in the raw urgency of his movements, the frantic way he strips, like he’s seconds from losing control. I feel him above me biting the delicate skin of my back then my shoulders, before sinking inside me with his big cock. His round and swollen tip penetrates deep into my still hyper sensitive pussy, pressing directly on the weak point.

The sensation takes my breath away, I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he presses his large, rough hands into the dimples of my lower back, pressing me against the mattress and moving my body as he pleases, intent on watching the point where our bodies join. I let him take total control, I feel him press me hard against his pubic bone, his thick length sliding deep inside me with every powerful thrust. My moans blend with his while wet, urgent sounds filling the air as our bodies slam together faster and harder, the slick heat between us growing hotter with every brutal collision. Every thrust, every movement shows me just how much James needed this—needed me— to finally let go, pouring into each motion everything he’d been holding back for months. He keeps me pinned against the mattress as he goes down with his chest against my back, his low and rough moans in my ear make me vibrate. “How much did you want my cock?? Tell me mh? How much did you miss being slammed like that?”

I can barely keep my eyes open because he’s fucking me so good it’s almost too much. But through the haze, I choke out loud moan leaves my mouth and in that moment I thank the soundproof walls. “Harder?? Little needy thing.. I’ll ruin this beautiful pussy of yours.. I’ll destroy you”. His hips shift finding the right angle so he can reach the perfect spot to make me come again. The thrusts become stronger and drier his arms wrap around me holding me still.

“God..I’m bout to come again… f-uckkkfuck” my pussy tightens around his thick girth soaking it completely as I reach another powerful orgasm. After just a few hard thrusts, James buries himself deep and comes inside me, spilling thick ropes of seed, filling me up completely. “Ohhhh fuckkkk.. that was a lot…” he says still dazed, panting in my ear.

He flips me over onto my back without giving me time to recover. “I need more…” he says breathlessly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

“I love watching your horny little pussy swallow my fat cock.. it drives me nuts”. As he says it, he grinds his freshly hardened shaft against my soaking folds, slick with both our juices. He moves slow, teasing me, his eyes locked onto mine while he stays kneeling between my legs. I bite my lips looking at his naked and tattooed body and his tense muscles while he pushes my legs against my chest holding them tight by the back of my thighs “I’ll keep you spread-eagled until tomorrow morning.. until you tell me to stop.." he growls while he sinks into me "..I’ll ruin ya".

He drives balls deep hitting me hard as his cock pounds against my cervix, stretching my soft walls with fierce intensity. I moan, breathless, losing myself in the relentless rhythm, going crazy feeling his balls slamming against my ass, and seeing his face lost in the pleasure of the moment. His powerful body drives me harder against the headboard, leaving me barely able to hold myself steady. I stretch my arms above my head, desperate to keep from banging them, every muscle straining under his force.

“Cum for me baby.. soak my cock” his words turn me on like crazy, and when with one hand he starts to stimulate my clit I know it’s the end. My vision blurs in the blink of an eye and I start to shake convulsively, “oh my- god James.. that- that’s too much.. fffuck”

I tremble and feel a hot jet of squirt expand on my lower abdomen, but James doesn’t stop, he continues to pound me and at the same time torturing my swollen clit biting his lower lip until he almost draws blood. “I’m cumming, babe… I’m cumming so hard… again” he groans in a low, desperate voice before spilling inside me once more with a guttural moan. I melt around him, utterly his and completely full.

He delivers a sharp slap to my clit, his eyes locking onto mine with a wicked smirk and a look of pure satisfaction. Then he pulls away from my flushed, trembling body and sinks down into the armchair beside the bed, legs spread wide, his chest glistening with sweat.

“Come here and suck it sweety” he commands, his voice low and husky.

I look at him with a look that is a mixture of amazement and defiance.

I lock eyes with him, a fierce mix of awe and defiance burning in my gaze.

“Fuck… you’re insane” I murmur, a slow smile spreading across my lips as I push myself up from the bed, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. I kneel in front of him who gives me a little slap on my hot and red face, then his hand tangles into my hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail just as my mouth closes over his swollen, slick tip. And just like that, it all begins, again.

[syrecjh]

I got ooonnne eeeeep ok ok so idol reader (like Aikatsu the idol anime look it up its a classic my personal favorite songs are adult mode by Natsuki Mikuru and Wake up my music by Masquerade)

Katsuki x reader (bakusquad friends) maybe the others if you feel ike it

Reader is secret Idol only one who knows is Jiro because her parents are readers manager Mina gets tickets for everyone we have to make up a lie saying we cant go Bakugou get suspicious going all detective mode cause he spotted us practicing with Midnight one day he always wondered why we never trained with the others

(teachers know im thinking her quirk is something with her voice like in Mermaid Melody)

Idk have fun with it get creative take your time

LOL Rin~

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x secret idol! reader, pure fluff

There’s a rhythm to your double life.

In the morning, you're a student of U.A., tying your hair in a practical braid, adjusting your uniform collar, nodding politely to Aizawa-sensei as you file into Heroics 101. You train. You analyze. You quietly shine.

And by night—under LED constellations and gold-threaded stardust—you become Aurielle, the radiant center of a three-girl idol group taking Japan by storm.

They call you a voice from the stars. Not just because of your presence, but because of your quirk—Vocal Resonance—a melodic anomaly that lets your voice shift tone, pace, and frequency at will. A lullaby that soothes civilians. A siren’s song that disorients villains. Your mother always said you were born humming to the heartbeat of the world.

Only Jirou knows the truth.

It helps that her parents are your managers. That her room is sometimes your dressing room. That her headphones carry your rehearsals, and her heart keeps your secret safe.

But secrets are meant to be tested. And this one? It’s about to break on beat.

It starts with Mina, bursting into the dorm lounge like a sugar rush in human form.

“GUYS!! GUYS GUYS GUYS!!” she yells, phone in hand, practically vibrating. “I GOT TICKETS!! For ORBITRIUM!! You know—Aurielle, Polaris, and Reina—THE girls, the galaxy girls!! Their new single just hit #1! It’s sold out everywhere, but my cousin’s friend’s older sister works at the venue and—!”

Cue chaos.

Denki is already practicing dance moves. Sero is checking outfits. Kirishima’s grinning ear to ear. Even Todoroki raises an eyebrow in interested silence. Everyone is thrilled. Including—

“You’re coming too, right?” Mina beams looking at you, tugging your arm.

You smile—small, apologetic. “Oh... I wish, but I’ve got extra training. Midnight-sensei asked me to help with something.”

Your lie is smooth. Practiced.

Because in 48 hours, you won’t be in the crowd.

You’ll be onstage.

But Bakugo doesn’t buy it.

He watches you from across the lounge, jaw tight, red eyes narrowed just a little too long.

You and Bakugo… it’s complicated.

Friends? Maybe. Rivals? Often. Confidants? Occasionally, in the quiet of the courtyard when no one else is around. You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when he barks. He’s the only one who notices when your voice trembles after a long day.

He doesn’t know what it means. But he knows it means something.

And now?

Now you’re lying. And not well enough.

He follows you after class. Quiet. Shadowed. Stupidly stealthy for someone who usually announces himself with explosions.

He trails you through side halls. Up the west stairwell. Past the usual training areas. Unti—

He sees it.

You. On an empty practice floor. Spotlights blazing. Midnight standing at the edge with a clipboard, nodding along to the rhythm of your vocals as you spin, glittering and gold even in your training clothes. Your voice rising and falling with impossible grace. Your quirk glowing in delicate swirls of light and sound around you.

Bakugo doesn’t breathe.

Because it’s not just that you’re a secret idol.

It’s that you’re everything he didn’t expect.

And yet…everything that makes sense.

Concert night comes.

Class 1-A is rowdy, waving glow sticks, screaming lyrics they barely know. Mina’s sobbing three seconds into the opening ballad. Even Iida is caught in the sway.

And Bakugo?

He sits still.

He doesn’t cheer.

Doesn’t blink.

Because when the lights part and Aurielle steps into view—hair curled like constellations, costume shimmering like a dream, voice cutting through the arena like silk over steel—he doesn’t see a stranger.

He sees you.

You, who never trained with them because you were perfecting harmony and heroism.

You, who missed their concert because you were the concert.

You, who looked right into the crowd for half a second too long—eyes scanning, desperate—and when you found him in the seventh row, you froze.

Just for a breath.

And Bakugo smiled. Smirked, really.

Because that was the look of someone caught.

After the show, he’s waiting by the venue’s side gate, hood up, arms crossed.

You rush out in a jacket over your glittering costume, half-panicked, half-exhausted.

“Katsuki—”

He raises an eyebrow. “Midnight-sensei, huh?”

You bite your lip. “I—”

“You lied,” he says.

You flinch.

He steps forward. “But damn. You lied beautifully.”

Your breath catches.

Silence.

Then—

“You kept this from me, dumbass?” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch. You think I wouldn’t have helped? You think I wouldn’t’ve gone with you to every single gig just to make sure no creep got close?”

You blink. “You would’ve?”

His ears go red. “I’m not sayin’ I care, or whatever, just—fuck, you’re annoying.”

You laugh. Soft and real. “You were at the concert.”

He shrugs. “I came for the music. Stayed for the singer.”

You freeze again. But this time, it’s not stage fright.

It’s something deeper.

Something warm.

When the rumor of you being in the group spreads back at the dorm, the BakuSquad watches as you sink into the sofa. Bakugo doesn’t howl or tease. Instead, he leans in next to you, voice low so only you hear: “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret.” You glance up. His eyes, narrowed but warm, hold something you’ve never admitted before—pride.

From that moment on, your steps on stage grow surer. Every time the crowd cheers “Aurielle,” your heartbeat echoes in your ears. But you know, among thousands, his eyes are always there—row seven, arms crossed, red glare flickering with quiet admiration. A hero in the chaos, your biggest fan.

Hope you like this one! I had fun writing this omg sun a wonderful req thank u so much🥺took me a bit, sorry for the wait 😭 💜💜

[letsyapthenightaway]

Sunshine Beauty ☀️

Luke Hughes x PlusSize!Reader

When Luke invited you to come on the boat with his brothers and a couple of friends you quickly started overthinking. You knew Luke knew you were a bigger girl. He never failed to show you how pretty he thought you were. Holding you close, kissing your cheek, and he says it more times you can count. All that and you two aren't even dating yet! That only made you more nervous because what is after today someone talked him out of being interested!?

You try to shake it off as you get closer to the dock. A T-shirt and shorts over your bathing suit as you carried a cooler with drinks. Requested by Luke himself because "you always have the best drinks" once you get closer a bunch of grown men yell your name out multiple times like toddlers. Some start rushing towards you and you of course recognize them as you watch Jack playfully push Luke to get to you first.

"No fair you cheated!" Luke exclaims as just hugs you. "Maybe you should've just gotten to her quicker" Jack laughs and grabs the cooler from your hands. Just as Luke is about to whine again you interrupt him "Boys behave" you laugh, joining in on the playful banter. "I invited you, I should get to hug you first" Luke says as he pulls you into his arms. Luke's hugs always lasted longer, you never questioned why.

"can the three of you get on so we can leave?" Quinn calls out but Luke doesn't let go. He keeps an arm around you as you walk towards the boat and he helps you get on. You say hi to everyone and Luke's just a couple steps away. As Quinn is about to set off you sit next to Luke. Maybe you weren't just nervous about being in a bathing suit... Just as the boat starts moving you tightly grab onto Luke's shirt. He looks down at you and chuckles "Scared?" He pulls you in closer, "no!" You lie through your teeth as you hold onto him tight.

"yeah, okay" he smiles and shakes his head. That's a thing about Luke he won't question you about things like this. If it was Jack the whole boat would've known and 10 jokes would've been cracked by now. After a while of just talking and laughing Jack calls out to you. "Y/N! Get in the water with me!" You sigh, "Jack you know I can't swim" but he keeps whining. Finally you stand up but Luke grabs your wrist. "You know you don't have to" he's worried, he trusted Jack but he didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation. "It's fine" you say as you nervously take off your clothes. You can feel his eyes on you but once you are finished and look up at Jack he's already off with someone else.

You laugh and turn to Luke "well Jack is gone" but Luke doesn't answer. He stares at you for a good minute before pulling you over and grabbing the plush of your hip. "You're really pretty" he mumbles as he pulls you onto his lap. You quickly try to squirm off "Luke" he stops quickly and lets you get up again "I'm sorry am I making you uncomfortable?" His face shows that he's nervous, he'd never want to put you in that situation. "No! Um no it's not that...it's just I'm heavy and-" he shakes his head "so me touching and pulling you in doesn't make you uncomfortable?" once you shake your head and he's pulling you in again.

"Luke!" This time you can't help but giggle. "That's cute, you're cute." His hands stay on your hips as he looks at your face. "I think you look really pretty in this... I think you look pretty all the time" he shrugs and does his lopsided smile. "Luke you say that all the time" you can't help but smile softly. "But apparently it never gets through to you. I think you're gorgeous... I want you" he taps your hip and pulls you closer. "I love every curve, I love having you close, and I love everything about you." He sighs and leans in "have I not made that clear? Im getting desperate here Y/N"

You look at him, you're not shocked about the confession. You knew how you both acted around each other. Yet you still felt shocked as he continues to lean in. "Please, Y/n" Luke says softly "I like you too, Luke" that's all it took before he is pulling you in and kissing you. Once you pull away he's looking at you with a smile, he looks like the word love shot him. "I really do think you're everything" he pecks your lips one more time as he kneads the plush on your hip.

Bonus:

"You know he was actually desperate" Jack says as he floats by. Luke's holding you as he helps you keep steady in the water. "Jack" Luke warns with a playful glare as you laugh. "What? I'm not lying!" Jack calmly floats away as he sips his drink.

[natsswife]

fwb nat x fem!reader

something silly i wrote while listening to naked in manhattan<3 also im literally out of inspo rn HELP send ideas or sum PLSS

summary: nat broke the silent agreement of not falling in love w u:((

cw: mention of drugs, kinda suggestive, kinda toxic nat(?, oblivious reader, lmk if i missed smth!!

notes: def not my best work but i mean it when i say im out of inspo, writers block hitting too hard nsjkdksjd

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༘⋆ it all started with an innocent kiss during some party, you and nat were both wasted and almost didnt know what were doing

༘⋆ except for nat who for some reason got sober out of nowhere as soon as she realized that ur lips were on hers!! was almost hard for her to tell that it was real but oh boy seeing the girl she has complicated feelings for (love for sure was one of them) made her world upside down

༘⋆ the next morning was kinda awkward, the way u were very VERY oblivious/ignorant of what happened last night made her hopes go down instead, or well atleast that was what  nat thought

༘⋆ but what she didn't expect was for you to drag her behind the bleachers after a match and question her on everything that happened last night

“i have a feeling that i- we kinda fucked up last night right? tell me everything nat or im breaking with u”  fucked up??? That's what you call a long make out session with her?? it amazed her the way you didn't notice how that wasted kiss almost changed her life while u were there thinking that it was a MISTAKE????

༘⋆ after she told you everything nat could swear she noticed the way you were kinda happy? with everything that happened? after almost telling her that it was a mistake, you're now suddenly kinda curious about it, asking for details AND asking if you could do it again?

༘⋆ but who is nat to reject you and your brought from heaven lips??, so of course she kissed you again, this time longer, kinda messy but full of love (from her pov), careless that jackie or someone might be near and see u both, if you wanted to retrieve what happened last night she will make sure the job will be done ten times better than before!!

༘⋆ it almost turned into a routine, everyday, behind the bleachers, after a noisy jackie left because one day she almost caught you kissing and Nat being hands deep in your bra, till one day you made sure your parents left for 2 weeks and invited her over, everyday, after classes, till midnight.

༘⋆ those 2 weeks for you both were the best of the best, the sloppy makeouts, the way you let her touch your body, how you let her be the top and take care of everything, but for nat were something more, she knew that all this was just some silly extra friendship activities because all the mornings after in school you were still treating her as your “bestie”  but her heart was taking another direction, she started to enjoy it way too much for her liking, she hated the way her heartbeat increased every time the bell rang and you, like any other day, came to her desk, wait for her and then walk to your home and start the same “we are probably fucking up our friendship but oh god does it feels good” routine

༘⋆ but what she hated the most was that horrible feeling every time she watched you spend too much time with lottie, hated the way during lunch you ditch her and instead run up to lottie and spend the whole break with her instead of your “best friend” , the way sometimes you make your conversations about perfect charlotte mathews and how she’s a badass on field, has a lot of money, and how she gifted you some of her expensive jackets that she "swears goes very perfect with your cute style” and especially how you started wearing them almost everyday.

༘⋆ was it jealousy? maybe but nat wont accept it, anddddd wont accept that after seeing you spend a lot of time with lottie she started bad talking about her with you

“did you hear that rumor that lottie is using dirty ways to get clothes?”

“ I mean I'm no one to criticize her ways, but if she has a lot of money then…”

“ do you think lottie do drugs but the heavy ones? kevyn told me that he saw her taking some big white pills a few days, and let me tell you that those are the hard kind”

“also do you think that's the reason she’s so good on field? i heard theres some drugs for that”

༘⋆ especially wont accept how happy she got when after hearing the last one about lottie being on hard drugs you started to see her less often, now you're all for her again!! now there's no lottie or another disgraceful presence taking you away from her.

༘⋆ but nat should have know better, should’ve expected that having you, such a beautiful person, will always attract someone, and now there is no one else but her damn captain, jackie, someone nat knows cant mess with…

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