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lulunothulu · 9 months ago

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There's not many Glen Powell stories could you do one for me plz:)

So Glen and Reader have been dating about a year. she's not in the entertainment industry she is just a RN he ask her to join him for the press tour for Twitters overseas. She goes with Glen to do some interviews and over hears a conversation where people think she is just with Glen for the money and everyone sees it. She's never asked Glen for money or help but he does occasionally do things for her out of love. She starts to pick up alot of extra shifts at the hospital and dip into her savings to afford all that stuff for the press tour to the point she's passes out one day after working 3 doubles in a row. Glen shows up and ask why she has been working so much and she comes clean about what she heard and how she dipped into her saving to afford the trip. He comforts her and makes her feel better and let's her know he knows she loves him for him and not his money and he asked her to come on the trip bc he wanted her there and he loves her and he loves to spoil her that's not gonna change.

I absolutely LOVE this one 😭 as a former ER worker I live for this.

“Just ordinary”

Glen Powell x Reader

“So Glen,” the interviewer asks. “Who are you bringing to the London premiere?”

Glen smiles, looking behind the interviewer to where you stand with his publicist behind the stage.

“I’m bringing my girlfriend, Y/N,” he smiles, winking in your direction.

You make a mental note to check how much flights would cost but smile back at him.

“Ooo! What does she do? Is she an actress?”

“She’s actually an ER nurse,” he boasts. “I’m so lucky to have her in my life and to be able to feel so safe with her around me.”

“I bet,” they say. “Having someone there to nurse you to health even if you’re not sick must be so rewarding.”

“It is!” He beams. “I love that she takes care of me and makes sure I stay healthy. It also helps when I get injured on the job.”

“That’s so sweet,” they tell him. “Well, that’s all the time we have today. Make sure you catch Twisters in theaters near you!”

After the interview, Glen walks up to where you’re waiting and interlaces his fingers with yours before pulling you close to kiss you deeply.

“We’re almost done, I just have to do some mini interviews outside and then we can head home.”

You nod, and smile up at him. You knew the drill. After an interview inside, there would be fans all over the place, begging for pictures, as well as other interviewers waiting outside.

You follow him out the building and mentally prepare yourself for the screens and flashing lights of cameras. Next to you, Glen holds your hand tightly—not only making sure you’re next to him, but also safe. Glen hands you off to his mom who’s waiting behind him before walking up to some fans.

You smile at Cyndy. “I don’t know how you do it all the time. It’s so loud.”

She laughs. “Yeah I don’t know either. But to see how happy he gets when they all flock to him is the highlight of it all.”

You smile. You knew exactly what that feeling was like. Seeing Glen in his element and interacting with the people that got him to where he is now, felt amazing to watch.

———

You both follow him down the line of people, chatting to each other until you hear someone to the left say something that makes your blood turn cold.

“Yeah, I don’t see what he sees in her,” a teenage girl says to her friend. “She must be searching for money or something because there’s no way Glen would be with someone so ordinary like her. She’s not even that pretty.”

“Yeah, I agree. She seems like such a golddigger. Like where did she even come from?” Her friend responds.

You stop in your tracks at that, Cyndy’s brows furrow in their direction and she wraps an arm around your waist.

“Don’t listen to them. That’s just jealousy talking,” she whispers in your ear.

You only nod, scared if you spoke, you’d cry. Instead, you and Cyndy walk toward the car that’s meant to drive you all back to Glen’s house and wait for Glen there.

By the time he joins you all, you’re barely speaking and holding it together. On the car ride back to his place, you text your charge nurse, Kathy, and ask her to put you in the schedule for the whole week.

Kathy: are you sure? That’s a lot of hours and you’ll be exhausted by the end of it all.

You: trust me, I need the distraction and the money. I’ll be fine.

Kathy: alright, you’re set up for the whole week.

You sigh to yourself, earning a light nudge and smile from Glen.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You smile up at him and lean onto his shoulder. “Yeah, just got a text that I’ll be working all week.”

“Oh no,” he says. “Can you find a replacement?

“Unfortunately no,” you tell him. “We’ve been so short staffed, they’d barely let me leave for lunch.”

“Hopefully all that overtime means you can come with me to London next week.”

You only smile and nod.

The thing about dating Glen that you never got used to was the way that he’d pay for everything you two did. You knew there was an imbalance when it came to money but never brought it up because he’d always been so happy to pay for everything. But after hearing what those two girls were saying…. Your pride, or something like it, felt like it was wrong to let it continue to happen.

You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger after all.

With this week of twelve hour shifts, you’d be able to afford the ticket, maybe some souvenirs?

Maybe I should text Kathy to set me up for sixteen hour shifts all week.

You text her when you get back to Glen’s place.

———

By the time Wednesday rolls around, you know asking for a week of work plus adding four more hours to your shifts was a mistake.

Glen tried to stay up and wait for you, but he’d be fast asleep in bed by the time you got out of the shower.

On top of not being able to really see him, you yourself were exhausted. Your body becoming so tired, even sitting down was hard because you’d fall asleep. So instead of sitting down during your shift, you’d stand.

At the end of your shift on Wednesday, you could barely keep your eyes open on the drive back home. And when you did get home, you didn’t even bother getting out of your scrubs before collapsing onto the couch and falling asleep.

“This isn’t normal, mom,” you hear Glen say faintly. “She’s working herself to death and I’m just…I’m worried for her.”

The next morning, you rub your eyes when your alarm blares in your ear. Sitting up from the couch, you race to the shower, peeling off your scrubs from the night before, and quickly showering to wake yourself up.

When you step out of the bathroom, you find Glen standing there with a cup of coffee ready for you.

“Good morning, baby,” he says, kissing you.

“Did I wake you?” You ask, taking the cup and sipping.

“No, I’ve been waking up early to make sure you get everything you need for work,” he tells you.

“Thank you,” you smile. You look down at your watch and sigh. “I have to get going.”

“I packed you lunch and extra clothes so that you don’t have to shower when you get home. Maybe you’ll sleep in the bed tonight?” His eyes are hopeful and you can’t help but feel so bad.

He’s doing all of this for you and yet you’re trying to avoid him—to an extent.

“I’ll try to,” you tell him. “I’ve just been so tired to walk up the stairs.”

“Then I’ll set something up for us before you get home,” he tells you. He kisses you before adding, “I’ll see you later.”

———

You’re halfway into your shift when you get the trauma of the day, maybe even the year.

You’re running, trying to grab the necessary supplies you need for the CPR that’s on its way when you suddenly feel the world begin to spin out from under you.

One second you’re stuffing you pockets with extra flushes and vials for bloodwork, the next your vision is blurring and going black.

When you finally wake up, you’re at the hospital still but in a room. The beeping of the monitor next to you grounds you in reality enough look around the room. Glen sits in a chair on the other side of you, worry and fear painted all over his face.

“Glen?” You croak.

“Oh my god,” he says, turning you and grabbing your hand. “Are you feeling okay?”

“For the most part,” you mumble. “What happened?”

“Kathy told me you fainted from exhaustion,” he tells you. “You shouldn’t have been working so many hours so close together. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You’re lucky someone was there to break your fall.”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair before asking, “What were you thinking working so many hours for so long?”

“I don’t know,” you lie.

“Yes you do. Tell me,” he urges.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes before looking at him. “I can’t afford to go to London.”

“I’ll pay for your ticket,” he quickly says.

“Glen, I don’t want you to.” This was going to be hard. “I want to pay for myself.”

“I don’t mind doing it, baby.” He searches your face before adding, “There’s more, isn’t there?”

“Yes,” you answer. You squeeze your eyes shut before opening them and taking his hand in yours again. “I don’t want you to think I’m a gold digger.”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because you pay for everything!” You exclaim. “I don’t think it’s fair that you spend money on me and I can’t do the same for you.”

Glen smiles at you, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Y/N, there’s nothing that makes me happier than paying for everything. If I get to spoil you by taking you to London or paying for our dinners and rent, then that means I’m doing my job. I never want you to feel like you’re freeloading or being a gold digger around me.”

He tilts your head back to face him completely before continuing. “Baby don’t ever feel like that’s what you are because you’re not. I’m so grateful to do it for you. In fact, I love doing it.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Very,” he tells you. “So you can stop with the extra shifts. I already talked to Kathy about giving the rest of the week off.”

Tears prick your eyes as you pull him in for a kiss.

“I love you so much.”

“And I love you more,” Glen says. “But don’t do that again. Please?”

You laugh. “I promise I won’t.”

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carlos-in-glasses · 16 days ago

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Carlos-in-Glasses goes to Paris: The Sequel

This past weekend, I went to the First Responders Reunion Part 5 run by Dream It Conventions in Paris with @eclectic-sassycoweyes! You can read my 2023 write up here if you want! I was going to try to process it all before writing this but it turns out that writing is how I process things!

I’m categorising the below into the ceremonies, panels, selfies, photoshoots, autographs and Tarlos meeting rooms – a little breakdown of my personal experience for each:

Opening and closing ceremonies:

The opening ceremony contains singing and screaming. I have never heard screaming in my life quite like that dealt by the lovely Station 19 fans. (Good on you! Have it. It’s fucking terrifying. I love you, and I think the people you came to see are amazing too. Hope you had a great time!) After some housekeeping stuff by the compere who is insanely brilliant and competent at his job, the actors came bouncing out onto the stage to rev up the crowd a bit more. It’s surreal and wonderful to see them in front of you. I tried just really hard to take it in – same with the closing ceremony. For 911 Lone Star, the closing ceremony was really emotional but maybe the most special thing for the entire fandom. When Sierra started to cry and couldn’t stop, she was comforted and held by Ronen, Jim and Rafa. They wrapped around her so lovingly in a group hug and stayed holding on to each other when they parted. You could feel their chemistry. You can tell they’ve been through something major together and that it was a big thing for them to reunite. Everyone was applauding and cheering them on. It was the most beautiful and moving way to end it. The atmosphere in the room is hard to put into words. It was some kind of human electric magic. It was like watching the best ever sunset.

Panels:

Quick note: I didn’t get to see Jim and Sierra outside of panels and one group photo, which I feel a bit bad about, but they were announced after I’d already done my budgeting and frankly already blown it... I will say though that I was so lucky to meet Sierra at the 2023 convention and she is absolutely divine in every way.

I had a clash during Jim and Sierra’s panel so only caught the end of it, but luckily what I caught was good. Sierra said that it was deeply painful not to come back, but emphasized that the cast are all friends. She was happy to be in Paris and back interacting with fans and her castmates. She’s soooo nice. Gosh. (Also…I accidentally made eye contact with Jim while he was smoking on the terrace. It was oddly intense! He doesn’t to me read as tall as you’d think in real life! He’s a tall guy but it’s not like an 8ft giant. Which for some reason I was expecting.)

The Tarlos panel was fun! Rafa arrived for it first and had to begin on his own. Ronen showed up a couple of minutes late with an espresso in a lil glass mug. Rafa gave him playfully mocking looks and patted the chair beside him for Ronen to sit his ass down. I’ve already linked to it when answering an ask, but they were like this tweet suggests and it’s sending me. Whenever the French translation was happening, they’d start chatting and laughing with each other or posing goofily for photos. My words for them during the panels are: Sweet, sassy, mischievous and magnetic. You just can’t take your eyes off them.

I tried to write down what I could. A lot has been shared on Twitter so I don’t want to be too repetitive, but my main takeaways are:

When asked if TK and Carlos would ever take each other’s last names, Rafa said a very clear YES. I don’t think I caught which way around though (sorry!)

Ronen and Rafa are obsessed with the ol’ police station scene bless them. AS THEY SHOULD BE. BECAUSE SAME!!!

Ronen also loves the wedding – that’s his other fave.

Ronen said (I think…still in regards to the police station scene) it’s when he realised they were doing something bigger than just being actors on a TV show. To paraphrase: He’ll cherish it forever and it means the world that there’s a community behind it; he hopes more people will connect with the show and find that community.

Rafa said Carlos would be into Linkin Park and Blink 182 because of his pent up anger. I love Rafa so much.

Rafa spoke a lot about how finding Gabriel’s killer didn’t bring him real closure and healing – it was being able to move on with TK and them adopting Jonah that was going to be the healing thing. He said that by trying to find the killer he was slowly losing his husband; it would be the worst thing to lose another important person a second time.

Ronen wishes they could have filmed the scene where they talk about the adoption, but they were impacted by such a short season and couldn’t tell the story in full on screen.

Ronen said Carlos must be the most understanding and selfless partner ever. It’s not surprising that Carlos came around and they got their happy ending.

Someone asked what Tarlos’ road trip songs would be. Ronen and Rafa agreed they should make one (I think they will not haha, but it would be so much fun if they suddenly dropped a cheesy playlist as a duo!) It would be sing along songs they could belt. Rafa said for Carlos he’d want some Selena, Soul Train, Beyonce, party music. No Linkin Park anymore because it’s happy fun times. They laughed about not being able to give a better answer, but I think it was a great answer! Super endearing.

911 Lone Star Group Panel

I didn’t write anything down for this because I was lucky enough to get to ask a question – too busy standing in line feeling very nervous. I’m going to be a bit lazy here and link to the video if you want to hear my terrible voice. In essence: I asked what TK and Carlos’ parenting styles would be and what parenting advice Judd and Grace would give.

Ronen said he thinks TK would be more wild and Carlos would provide more structure, and that Judd and Grace would probably be the first friends they spoke to. (Then he dropped his microphone! And Rafa was all ‘girl, get it together!’ It’s so often the random and accidental little moments that provide so much joy.)

Rafa said he’d turn to his mom for help. He’d want to find out about parenting in a deeper way. He said Ronen would answer better because he is a parent now, but overwhelm is normal and Carlos’ life wouldn’t be about him anymore, it’s about the child, and if he’s going to do it correctly and wholeheartedly he needs to understand on a true and deep level. But he also agreed they’d want to turn to Judd and Grace too.

Sierra said it would have been fun to play. Her advice would be along the lines of the instincts you would follow with raising one child would be different to your next child – so her point was around seeing the kids as individuals with their own personalities and needs.

Jim said Judd’s advice would be “Don’t let your son ride his bike in the road.” Sage wisdom. Poor Judd!

I’m really struggling to remember anything else because I was floating to the ceiling on helium balloons at this point. But it was a good panel!!!

Selfies

I loved getting the selfies. They’re more relaxed than the photoshoots. It’s the actor taking the photo, so they are doing it at their own pace and it’s more cosy/friendly. With the photoshoots, there are photographers waiting for you to get on with it. I was very conscious of that. If I were to do this again, I’d consider getting a few selfies rather than an individual photoshoot again.

Due to the cosier nature of the selfies, I actually have a secret that I cannot share! Because Ronen asked me not to 🤭 But I had a hilarious moment with him and I loved how my selfie turned out.

Rafa is the biggest cutie pie sweetheart. He’s so warm and open and cuddly. He brought me in close for the first selfie I got with him. In 2023, he was sitting at the autograph table so I had to crouch, but this time we were both standing – a much less awkward way to interact. For the second selfie with Rafa, Mar and I decided to do it on a whim. He’d just left the room when we arrived, so his handler had to bring him back! We were laughing and apologising and he was SO generous. He laughed about it too and told us not to worry.

The best thing ever then proceeded to happen: Rafa told me he liked my shirt! He didn’t have to say anything!!!! But he said that!!! I told him the shirt reminded me of something both TK and Carlos would wear. He was like “Yeah! They would!” and then I told him it was thrifted, so even better! He was like “Oh that’s really cool” Then he steered me because he’d decided he’d found the right light for our selfie, although I’m not sure he did 😂 It’s still a good selfie – but bloody hell, it’s the little chat we had that made me so happy. I can’t even explain it. But when you get that extra moment of being affable and having a tiny connection, in this case just over a shirt, it makes everything shine. I felt like I started shining because of his warmth. It was just amazing. It warmed my core.

Photoshoots

I did individual photoshoots with Ronen and Rafa and two Tarlo duo shoots. I was most nervous about this because I didn’t love how they came out last time – I don’t think the lighting is good, and the witchy-faced among us do rely on good lighting. However! I’m very happy with how they came out this time. I feel like I had short conversations with them during the individual shoots but lord only knows what was said. I mainly remember the duo shoots. I asked for a hug both times because why in the name of all that is good and pure would I want anything else?! I wasn’t brave enough to ask for a hug last time, but this time I went for it and it turns out they dgaf and are happy to do it because loads of people want a hug. Hugging is their bread and butter. Because of how they were standing, I ended up hugging Rafa both times with Ronen behind me. I did not orchestrate it like that!!! I swear! I hereby confirm that Rafa is a cuddle-ball. I love how they came out. It looks like my two dads are very proud of me on graduation day or something.

Autographs

While I was waiting for my Rafa autograph, Ronen and Rafa were sitting at tables next to each other and kept teasing each other. When waiting for my Ronen autograph, there was a table between them – but that did not stop them! Rafa joked about having an Only Fans because someone asked him to sign a shirtless photo of him. Ronen stood up with interest 🥲

There are prints sold at the convention that you can buy for them to sign, but you can ask for them to sign anything (except tits and ass I guess?). I decided to buy just the one print of them kissing at the wedding and asked them both to sign it. I gave them both a card with a design on it by @thisbuildinghasfeelings from her cross stitch – I was so happy to be able to do that and bring her with me in some way! I told them I’m better at saying things through writing than through talking. They were both all “I totally get it!” I told Ronen I appreciated him doing the conventions because it made the show live beyond the show itself. He said that meant a lot and he wrote a cute message on the photo. I told Rafa that every time I see him I just keep saying thank you, but I also felt that it could never be said enough. I have no idea what he said back because I think I died? I do remember that he asked where I was from. I said London, to which he replied ‘born and raised?’ I was not expecting to be asked a question so I hesitated for what felt like an entire minute before saying yes. I got stuck wondering what level of detail he needed before remembering he did not request my life story or the history of urban sprawl. Although, with more time, I believe he would listen with interest. It was great! I loved it. Once again it felt very warm.

Meeting Rooms

I went to both the Tarlos duo meeting rooms – I think this must be the absolute peak for me, other than chatting a bit with Rafa about my shirt. The meeting room on Saturday was a lot smaller than the one on Sunday. I didn’t say anything in the Saturday one other than joining in with other Brits in telling them to come to London. They were amenable to this. It’s a funny thing when they enter the room, because everyone goes silent. They sit down and there’s a moment of just staring until Ronen breaks the ice. I didn’t feel like I could write anything down in the meetings, but they were recorded so perhaps there will be a chance to see them…I hope so! I’d love to relive it. I do remember someone asking if TK and Carlos would have more kids. Rafa replied with a very certain yes. I love him. Ronen talked a lot about being a dad. At the end of the meeting he showed Rafa a video of his baby boy (and he showed some nearby fans! I caught a short glimpse – very cute!) I feel bad that I don’t remember more of what was said. I was trying to absorb it, but what I remember is the feeling. The vibe was really nice. It’s incredible to have a small audience with them. We were sitting so close to them, and it wasn’t like a super quick photoshoot where you get all nervous lining up and then in seconds it’s over. It was half an hour of just being with them casually, and them answering questions that become more conversational.

On Sunday, I was feeling more confident – I’d had such lovely interactions with them, I’d felt brave enough to ask a question at the panel, I’d had a brandy – so in a moment of quietness I asked what they would tell their previous selves around the time they got cast in Lone Star. I then told them that their future selves will be proud of them right now. The compliment landed well but then I had to repeat the question. Rafa answered very beautifully about how he wouldn’t say anything because it would steer things off course. Again, paraphrasing, but his past self needed to stumble through the dark and illuminate rooms when he found the switch, and he can’t be guided to those switches. But one day all the rooms will be lit. Essentially, it’s okay not to know things, because we can’t. I found this to be a really helpful answer – I didn’t know it’s what I needed, but I’m so terrified on behalf of my future self, all of the time, of the unknowns. The fear of all the things that could go wrong, and how you don’t know until it happens. And because I’m so scared of things going wrong, often I don’t even try. So it was a good reminder to not beat myself up for not knowing all the things I can’t possibly know anyway.

I could feel myself going bright fucking red when I was speaking so I HAD TO ACTUALLY FAN MYSELF while Rafa was answering!!! It was kind of the best of times and the worst of times. Just as Charles Dickens himself predicted.

They were asked how they pictured TK and Carlos in 20 years. Rafa said hopefully retired. Ronen agreed and quipped about a big pension. Ronen said they’d be somewhere tropical with Jonah. Rafa looked at him like he was bonkers and jumped in with “Not with Jonah – let the guy live his life!” and Ronen realised that Jonah would be a grown man lol. It was very sweet to imagine them trying to drag Jonah to their retirement property. I may need to write a Golden Girls-eqsue fic along these lines…

Then!!! At the end, we all posed for a group shot! Rafa started off crouching down next to me! Ahh!! He was about to put his arm around me but then he was told to move to the back! So an extra squish was not had. Never mind! I’d already had plenty. I felt completely fulfilled. I felt like I’d got back what I put in. I have some wishes but no regrets.

Massive, dramatic thank you to @eclectic-sassycoweyes, who I went with. You made me so much braver than I would have been if I’d gone on my own. You made it what it was. We had an amazing time exploring a bit of Paris. It was hot. We got a drink by the Seine. Montmartre is so beautiful. I had a nostalgic mint diabolo. Perfect. We found a roof terrace where we could drink back at the hotel. Even more perfect. Thank you for becoming my 2pm brandy buddy. Thank you for drinking Champagne with me. We are at once old men and glamorous spinsters. I love this for us. I love that our new reality contains these memories. So much fun. So funny. So many revelations. If I could tell my past-self one thing, it would be to give you a tighter hug/kram before I left. And also…unplug the TV at the wall instead of building a tower out of snacks to block out the standby light 😅

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ihavesimpedovermanyfictionalmen · 5 months ago

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Hi can you do a fluffy where austin and reader fell in love while shooting caught stealing and they are on their press tour together and the people are starting to speculate about their relationship through their chemistry and when austin is in a talk show to promote he gets emotional while talking about her which basically confirms their relationship and please make it in an austin pov

I can certainly try! I hope I did you justice!? 🙏

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a/n - the fact that i started writing on tumblr because I wanted to write smut and I don't know how to is crazy. so you're all getting fluff and cringe for a while. :)

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The press tour for Caught Stealing has been a whirlwind. Every red carpet, every interview, every photo op feels like it's a blur of bright lights and eager questions. But amidst all of that chaos, there's one thing that keeps me grounded: her. Y/N.

When we first met on set, I didn’t expect what would come next. Sure, I knew we’d have a strong connection, we always do when you’re working with someone as talented and as easy to talk to as her. But it wasn’t just chemistry in front of the camera—it was real. It was magic. And now, with every interview we do together, it’s hard not to notice the way our laughter feels a little louder, the way our conversations drift from script lines to something more personal. The way I can’t help but look at her when she speaks, the way she’s become my favorite person to share a quiet moment with.

But the thing is, we’ve been so careful. The fans—they are the ones who have started to notice. The way we interact on stage, the shared glances, the subtle touches. They’re picking up on what I’ve been trying to keep under wraps, trying to protect. I know it's not like we’ve been hiding it—it’s just... complicated, you know?

So there I am, sitting on a talk show, trying to keep it together. The host, ever the professional, starts talking about our on-screen chemistry in Caught Stealing and then... then she brings up the rumors. The fans speculating. The comments flooding in on Twitter. She flashes a cheeky grin, making some joke about whether or not there’s something more between Y/N and me, and I can feel the heat rising in my chest.

And I try to laugh it off, I really do. I say something about how we’re just great friends, how lucky I am to work with such a talented actress, but my voice shakes a little. Damn it, I can't lie about this. Not when she’s sitting in the room, when all I can think about is her smile, the way she makes everything feel light and easy.

The host presses on, asking if there’s any truth to the rumors, and suddenly I feel everything I’ve been holding inside come rushing to the surface. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but then the words come tumbling out—unfiltered.

"I—" I pause, swallowing, my heart beating too fast. "I don’t know how to explain it... But, yeah, we have something special. I think anyone who’s watched us together can see it. She’s... she’s the kind of person that makes everything better. She’s been my support, my best friend, and, yeah, I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her for a while now."

The room is still silent for a beat, and I can feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. It’s the kind of silence that feels like it might stretch forever. I glance towards the camera, then back at the host, trying to collect myself. But then I see her face in my mind—Y/N’s. The way she’s always been there for me, not just on set, but in every small moment. The late-night talks, the quiet moments when no one’s watching, when we can just be ourselves.

But then I see it. See her. Y/N, watching from backstage on a monitor, her eyes wide and bright, her lips curving into a smile. I can practically hear her laugh, that soft, sweet laugh I’ve come to adore, and I don’t know how to stop the rush of emotions that flood my chest.

She’s the reason I’m here, the reason I can’t stop smiling no matter how crazy this all gets. The fans might have known before I did, but now, there's no hiding it anymore.

And then the host smiles, breaking the tension, her voice soft but knowing. "That’s beautiful, Austin. And I think we can all see it—the chemistry between you two is undeniable."

My breath catches. She’s not wrong. The way we laugh together, the way we finish each other’s sentences. It’s like we’ve known each other for years, and yet it feels so new, so fresh. I catch myself grinning at the thought of her, wishing she were here right now, maybe sitting right next to me.

“I think I’ve said enough,” I say, my voice softer now. "But the truth is, I’m lucky to have her in my life. I never expected this to happen, but I wouldn’t change it for the world."

There’s a pause, and I see the host nodding, clearly understanding what I mean. The camera zooms in just a bit closer, as if trying to capture every word I’ve said, but for some reason, it doesn’t matter. All I can think about is her.

And then the show moves on, as it always does. But as the lights dim and the interview wraps up, I know one thing for sure: this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

And when I see Y/N later, when she steps into the room with that familiar smile, the one that always makes my heart skip, I know she feels it too. No more hiding, no more pretending. The world might’ve just found out, but we’ve been living this truth for a while now, and nothing else matters.

I’m in love with her. And it’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt.

#austin butler #austin butler fandom #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #x reader #female insert

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redbullgirly · 1 year ago

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Hi, how are you? I saw your requests are open so can you please write a social media au where charles leclerc is dating a singer similar to Taylor and Travis's relationship and just the internet reactions to it the rest is up to you, thank you 🫶🏻

sabrina carpenter as face claims if you're okay with it

HEART ON TOUR [CL16 smau]

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

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Summary: Everybody wants to attend Y/N's world tour and that clearly includes the Ferrari star driver, Charles Leclerc. Though when at a concert, he doesn't get the chance to speak with the famous singer and ask her out, and then gets asked about it in an interview, he isn't shy to admit what his intentions were. Maybe that'll bring Y/N's attention to him... and it definitely will bring the fan's attention. Soon enough, rumors about the couple dating start running around.

Warnings: I worked on this for like 8 hours straight so it's very much possible there are some mistakes or spelling errors I didn't even notice after all that time XD.

Author's Note: Here you go Anon, hope you'll like it! I used Sabrina Carpenter as face claim because let's be honest, she has great photos for this type of social media au and is a singer as well. I made this more like a story of how Y/N and Charles started dating and the fans reaction to that and also somehow tried to replicate Taylor's and Travis' way of meeting, some events and timelines, but to match it with Formula 1 world. Thanks for the request and enjoy! :)

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yourusername It's always great to be home, even if you're on a world tour!🇺🇸 Thank you LA for having me, singing in the rain with me and creating special atmosphere I'll remember my whole life!❤️‍🔥 And now Rio de Janeiro is waiting as the next stop of my Heart On Tour!✨🎤

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user1 NO ONE looks that good in the rain except her

arianagrande perfect💋

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user2 the concert was so good y'all don't understand now I can't live without knowing I'll see her sing again 😭💔

user3 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user4 Real angel right here 🤍

taylorswift Nothing screams girl power more than you honey!❤️‍🔥

yourusername thx sm taylor!!! you're literally my biggest inspo ever, love youu 🥰

user5 I love how they're fighting for the most successful and profitable tour ever but still support each other!

user6 omg stop it this is so sweet🥹

user7 The tabloids that constantly try to pit them against each other should be embarrassed XD

user8 STOOOOP NOT MY TWO PARENTS INTERACTING!!!

user9 taylor swift & y/n y/l/n... the best celebrity duo ever😻

user10 ur literally the people‘s pop princess

charles_leclerc Great concert!😍

user11 ARIANA WHAT R U DOING HERE

user12 lol user11 the fact that Ariana herself is under this post as well 😭

user13 not charles trying to shoot his shot with your queen

user14 Why is my fav f1 driver randomly commenting under Y/N's post?!🤠

user15 waiiittt does this mean he's been at the concert???

user16 omg NO WAYYYY🫢

user17 guys I think he was trying to flirt w her and you kinda ruined it💀

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user17 what the hell-

user18 you left a whole country speechless💗

user19 More like the whole world!!!

spotify WOW 🤩

user20 I wanna be Y/N so baaad

victoriassecret If you ever retire from singing, come and be our angel!💘

user21 so who's here just to first handedly look at charle's sus comment? admit it🤨

user22 meeee

user23 I thought I'm the only one 😭

user24 well when you put it like that user21...

user25 I wish I could repost comments on ig 😃

user26 🫢🫢

user27 Yeah me too guys

user28 honestly i'm not even ashamed🤷‍♀️

user29 Models are lucky you’re not a model

user30 FR

user31 BRASIL IS WAITING FOR YOU 🇧🇷❤️

user32 i seriously dont get the hype she has 🖕

user33 Then go away lol

user34 I can sense the formula one side of twitter is going to eat this upppp

user35 It's so funny how the crazy fan girls can get hyped over one comment... like be fr yn is a world famous singer ofc charles knows about her and can be her fan 🙄

user36 yeah plus I think she said herself she knows him too and is f1 fan bc she watched it with her dad or smth

user37 OMG they're each other's fans?!🥺 Idgaf about being crazy fan girly if it means we'll get this romance story!!!

user38 UR STYLIST DESERVES A RAISE 'CAUSE DAAAMN😘

user39 maybe i'm broke now but this concert was worth the money

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interview with Charles

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instagram direct messages between Y/N and Charles

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charles_leclerc Good days off. ❤️

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user1 no way a woman made it to his babygirl filter instagram feed😧

user2 it's not a woman anymore... it's THE woman

user3 Uhmm...who is that girl?? In the second picture??

user4 I have a feeling that it's Y/N Y/L/N 🤭

user4 No way oh my god?!

user5 calm down guys it isn't confirmed or anything😑

carlossainz55 You are giving everybody a headache mate

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user6 you tell him carlito!!!!!

user7 OMG look at who liked his comment😃

user8 WAKE UP NEW PHOTOS OF CHARLES DROPPED 🗣🗣

user9 ehm charlie honey... who is that???🧐

user10 Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/NNNN

user11 Manifesting in real life lmao

user12 whats hapeningggggg

user13 he isn't single anymore 💔💔

user14 but it's y/n ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user15 I hope so 😔❤️‍🩹

user16 What a way to start my day

user17 i literally spat out my morning coffee

user18 this is such a random soft launch help😭

user19 You see, I know that blonde hair from somewhere... 😏

user20 DAMN

user21 sorry not sorry but that's clearly y/n in the third pic🤷‍♀️

user22 💯💯💯🥇🏆

scuderiaferrari Let's rock the next Grand Prix!❤️‍🔥

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user23 ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW RN

user24 interesting choice of emoji that's associated with y/n and the heart on tour 🥸🥸

user23 SUS

user24 Hard smash

user25 i love that even while soft launching he can't let go of the aesthetic filter he uses for his whole ig💀

joris__trouche lol true

user25 ohhh hi joris😭

user26 Idk who she is and tbh idgaf 'cause she's hooot 🥵😩

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yourusername cruising down the street in my red car, feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far. 💄🎸🏎

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user1 i never knew i needed ferrari coded y/n to live till we got her 😩

yourusername me neither babes

user1 oh my god what does that meeaaannn???!!!

user2 pop princess is living the dream so happy for you and all of your success

scuderiaferrari Everybody is a Ferrari fan ❤️

yourusername ofc!!🫡

user3 Yes we are... just pls stop giving us depression

user4 ohhh the caption screams NEW SONG

user5 right?! it's giving ✨lyrics✨

user6 let's pray for a release soon

user7 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc Red suits you ❤️

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user8 omg

yourusername wonder why ❤️

user8 OMG

user9 i dont want to be delusional... but c'mmon they gotta be dating

user10 THIS FEEL LIKE A HISTORICAL MOMENT YALL🤭

user11 ...so we're not talking about how the gp ended (or started) for charles, right?🥲

user12 idk what you're talking about🥲

user13 formation lap? naaaah it didn't happen🥲

user14 um so like you’re actually perfect

spotify you are GLOWING 🤩

user15 mommy- sorry... mommy-sorry... MOTHER

lilymhe my girl crush strikes again

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user16 she's just like us xd

user17 I can't blame you Lily😌

user18 PLS I'M BEGGING YOU TELL US IF UR DATING CHARLES OR NOT

user19 Yall think she's real?😍

user20 congrats on dating our babygirl driver y/n!

user20 (delulu is the solulu if you're wondering)

user21 Does Charles' mom in the likes mean something??🤔

user22 i bet he talks about y/n at home 😏

user23 you two are making me too obsessed with this couple that isn't even couple and their family relationships

user22 isn't couple YET!

user24 That's the thinking I like user22 😂

user25 ICONIC❤️‍🔥

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yourusername secret's out i guess... love u with my whole heart and i'll be forever glad you went to my concert!💝

speaking of music, he's also my muse y'all so be prepared for new album coming soon 😚

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user1 AAGGHAHGDGADGASDHJGAD

user2 only acceptable reaction

user1 I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M MORE EXCITED ABOUT THEM DATING OR Y/N MAKING NEW ALBUM TBH

user2 again, only acceptable reaction

charles_leclerc Proud of you mi amor!😘

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yourusername and i'm proud of you too honey 🥹🫶

user3 they're so sweet I caaaaan't

user4 FINALLY!!!! big congrats to you both

arthur_leclerc How did he even get you to date him?😆

yourusername let's say your big bro can be charming when he wants to... 😌

arthur_leclerc Okay NO NEED for details😅

yourusername xdd

user5 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user6 everybody's roman empire im afraid😍

user7 how can you both be so damn hot?!

carlossainz55 Does this mean free tickets? 😏

yourusername we'll se about that

landonorris pls y/n

danielricciardo hiiii y/n

alex_albon think of my gf y/n

yourusername okay okay you convinced me

maxverstappen1 I bet it was Alex's comment that convinced you

yourusername ...no need to expose me like that max emilian ☹️

user8 they're the IT couple

user9 Look at how cute Charlie looks in the 5th photo🥰

user10 OMG YEEES

user11 hey am I the only one who's instagram is glitching and not working???

user12 loool Y/N and Charles broke the internet😭

user13 Yeah and they took it too literally 'cause my ig is acting weird as well 💀

user15 look at my fav couple 😻

user16 I hope she'll bring him luck in the next f1 season

scuderiaferrari Everybody is an Y/N fan ❤️

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user17 FACTS!!!

user18 mommy and daddy right there

user19 idgaf about her and Charles THE QUEEN IS WORKING ON MORE SONGS YEEEES

f1 Welcome to the family Y/N! 🫶

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user20 she's the best wag ever 💕

user21 THE MOMENT I WAITED FOR IS HERE

user22 I'm looking at the third photo respectfully 🤭

user23 i love this soft side of Charles omg🥺

user24 righttt? he should post photos like this as well, its better than those professional ones on his profile

user25 Totally agree with this

user26 my jaw dropped but I'm happy about it

user27 idk but charles & y/n definitely won my heart

user28 😍😍

user29 NEW ALBUUUUM

user30 Y/N Y/L/N you'll be forever famous!❤️‍🔥

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Enchanted Wheels by Y/N Y/L/N (lyrics):

Cruising down the street in my red car,

Feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far.

Monaco lights, they dance in the night,

As I search for a love that feels so right.

In this city so bright, I'm lost in the haze,

But I know deep inside, I'll find my soul's maze.

I'm chasing dreams, like chasing the moon,

In this journey, I'll find my love soon.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

Driving through the streets, past midnight's hour,

Looking for heartbeats that give me the power.

In every stranger's eyes, I see fleeting sparks,

But I won't settle for less, only love from the heart.

Monaco's captivating, but love's the real deal,

I won't let go until my heart can finally heal.

The city's alive with endless possibilities,

Somewhere out here, there's a love meant for me.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

I've been searching high and low,

Through the crowds, I hope you'll show.

I believe in fate, destiny's plan,

Perhaps you're just one turn away, my soul's lifeline.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

With every passing mile, my hope grows stronger,

In this journey for love, I won't wait any longer.

Enchanted wheels, lead me to my greatest win,

In Monaco, I'll find my soulmate, love from within.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, this took m longer than expected (and the worst part was finding that one picture that somehow matches Charles' instagram filter), but I'm really satisfied with the result. Hope you liked this social media au and once again, I'll be grateful for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of showing your support. Also a little disclaimer: I didn't write the whole song, just a part of it and then helped myself with AI because I'm not really good in songwriting. Though I'm still curious if you liked the bonus, so let me know. Good night! :)

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naneun-no · 14 days ago

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You guyyyysssss (fandom rant ahead)

I was off X/Twt for a long time because I switched over to bsky and have generally found it to be a much more positive, small space (like I actually have regular, positive interactions with mutuals rather than just shouting into the void and observing dumpster fires, imagine)

But I hopped back on X these last few weeks to keep a closer eye on the discharge stuff, and because army Twitter still pops off sometimes with HILARIOUS memes and takes and content even if generally it’s a hellscape.

But like.

Good GOD is it a hellscape 😫

Do you guys go on there?? Do you see the crazy?? Has it always been like this??

Like I knew tkkrs acted crazy cause I would get their asks in my inbox, but I guess I’m even more delusional than them cause I really thought the taennie “cosplayer” pics combined with AYS and the enlistment would be a wake up call. Guess not 🙂‍↔️🤣

The other ships are fine because I find it cute and funny — it’s a little weird because I’ve spent so much time in my jikook bubble that I forget that there are genuinely vmin and minimoni and namkook and poly truthers out there and that is so funny and odd to me? But like in an amusing, interesting way. They’re not being dicks about it.

But the solos??? THE SOLOS. That’s the worst part maybe?!?! I went down a rabbit hole y’all and they’re out here talking about Jimin like “he gives too much love to the members, they don’t deserve him, I will never respect them” you mean his best friends?? Like I’m not saying he doesn’t have other friends who he’s closer to and who I’ve never seen, and I’m glad he does! And obviously he doesn’t have the same level of connection with every single BTS member at every single moment! But like… he would choose them over you every single time? And every single member would choose Jimin over their solo stans every time? Like what

There are people out there who really try to protect him from six of his closest connections in the world? Ppl who take it upon themselves to be like “get behind me” to a grown man they’ve NEVER MET in order to protect him from HIS OWN FRIENDS. How do they say it with a straight face??? I’m laughing as I write this???

I dont even mind people being solos. Like. I think the forced-OT7-ication of all BTS fans is kind of silly. Why should we expect every single person who stumbles upon BTS to be equally obsessed with each member, or even value them all? I wish they would, but for some people, they just will never click with all 7 — they find a member they gel with, and they support them alone. Fine. Whatever. But then to go out of their way to hate on the others? To craft narratives where the members hate each other and hold each other back when they so clearly are the happiest as a team? Bro how? Why? What? BTS could have disbanded years ago and they didn’t. They didn’t have to renew and they did. Maybe don’t assume you know more about a literal stranger’s life and situation than they do???

And the crazies hide in plain sight. Because I watched AYS with my IRL friend who is 1) an extremely sweet, clever person and 2) a taekooker (she was targeted as a baby army by the bad algorithms and now she’s sucked in) and watched her say “aw they have such a sibling relationship” when jikook cuddled in bed and then watched her squeal and get butterflies when Tae forced JK’s head onto his shoulder (and I’m not saying anything negative about taekook in that moment but it was far from a cutesie coupley moment, even amongst other AYS taekook moments). I just say that to show how wild perspective can be because she truly saw alllll the jikook antics and chalked it up to friendship and saw 3 moments of taekook coexisting platonically and saw it as a grand romance.

And same for me! Like I ship/support/whatever you want to call it jikook, so that’s the lens through which I viewed AYS and the enlistment and the discharge live and all of it. And sure there are so many people who think I’m crazy for being a real person shipper but at least I’m not denying multiple levels of reality to do so?? And I have a healthy sense of self-doubt?? Idk if jikook are anything more than friends, I *think* they are but they could just be friends and I would be like “ah, okay” because I DON’T KNOW THEM.

Sorry this is such a random rant I’m just… I’m in such shock after doomscrolling on X for like an hour. I need one of those eyeball-washers that’s in a chem lab. I need a juice cleanse. I need to spring clean my brain because what in the anti solo fuck did I just read 😭😭😭

I know this is nothing new. I know if any of my followers read this you’re gonna be in the comments like “Nico it’s always been like this where have you been” but idk I guess I had time away and forgot how bad it was. Stay safe out there for real 🥹

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #bts ships #I don’t even know what to tag this #I’m actually afraid of crazies finding me

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ppixienous · 2 months ago

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YOUR BIGGEST FAN, joe burrow

pairings ➸ onlyfans!joe burrow x roommate!reader

warnings ➸ au, sex working, mentions of twitter, light smut, joe being a bit of a perv (?), roommate!reader's nickname is angel, joe with another woman (spookyyy).

a/n ➸ pleaseeee realize and understand that this a AU (alternative universe) where joe is a OF star, this fictional work has nothing to do with how joe acts and/or does irl. so please don’t start 😭 i just thought this would be cute and fun to write (which it was !) bon appetit! let me know if you would like to be tagged on future works! (ohh and much love to @raveszn for fueling my writing juices! MUAH!)

tags ➸ @raveszn

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✮ onlyfans!joe who never once showed his face in that (or any) video(s), but people couldn’t get enough of him. besides maybe 2 or 3 videos, he was normally by himself. his fans love how intimate his videos are, how desperate he sounds asking “can i cum?”, and how gorgeous his sweat-soaked body looked underneath the warm pink lights.

✮ onlyfans!joe who can’t help but to imagine his pretty roommate everytime he pleases himself on and off camera.

✮ onlyfans!joe whose mind is his greatest enemy (and biggest supporter) when it came to his roommate. “good morning, joey,” angel says sweetly with a smiling painting her face.

“good morning, angel,” his eyes lazily ran along her body. the curve of her ass going into the dip of her legs. the things he would do to have those legs wrapped around his head. the cold air surrounding the kitchen causing her nipples to poke through her already thin shirt met his eyes.

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✮ onlyfans!joe who didn’t know his favorite supporter was the same exact person that lived 10 steps down from his door.

weeks ago, angel tossed and turned in her bed, unable to get her usual midday nap. her mind kept replaying her memory of joe earlier in the day. fresh out the shower, damp hair clinging to the bottom of his forehead, a white linen towel hanging dangerously low off of his hips. that same towel hugging the silhouette of his dick. the more he walked, the more his towel shifted down, she felt.

she’s scrolled on tiktok, watched mindless reality tv, attempted to do push ups (with no athletic bone in her body), even reading a toji fic on tumblr (that was useless, it just made her hornier).

angel whined as her clit throbbed against her pink cotton panties. her fingers found a their way to twitter, an app she swore to give up for good. scrolling and scrolling, she felt like she couldn’t find any good videos. irksome moaning, painful looking sex, and just downright sloppy (and not in the good way). starting to feel like her attempts were futile, one last swipe she stumbled upon a video of a couple.

their room looks so familiar. odd…

their bodies meshed together almost perfectly, almost. the man kept his palms on the cusp of the woman’s ass as he brought her up and slowly brought her down. you could hear small noises of them kissing, him humming against her lips as her moans bounced off the walls of the room. “i feel you baby. give it all to me, cum on my dick.”

her body shook against his body as he slid his hands around her waist, holding her close, “i got you baby, i got you.” as the same time as the woman, angel came undone. her breathing uneven as she pulled her hand out of her panties, softly grazing the wet spot she left in them. the way the man spoke to and fucked the woman had angel imaging that it was her. the couple kissed once more in the video, content with what they created. angel’s eyes fluttering, she wished that it was her lips and body against his own. there was something about him…

✮ onlyfans!joe who heard angel’s soft moans from the living room. he felt like such a perv stroking his cock to it, but to him it was like music to his ears. he couldn’t help but imagine what she was doing to herself. he didn’t hear a soft buzz come from her room, so he knew it wasn’t her rose toy she kept tucked away in her bottom drawer. oh how he wished it was his fingers circling her clit instead of hers.

✮ onlyfans!joe who quickly got himself together after hearing her door slowly creak open. he didn’t get to finish before she opened her door, he was left with a hard dick that painfully poked against his sweats, a pillow on top of it and his heart beating outside of his chest. angel, with the smile that drove joe insane, walked out and decided to sit next to him, unbeknownst to what was underneath the decorative pillow. “i thought you would be taking a nap by now,” joe breathed out, the heaviness of his balls and her tight tank top leaving nothing to the imagination driving him insane.

angel shrugged and looked at him, “guess i’m not tired anymore, joey. let’s watch a movie, hmm?”

✮ onlyfans!joe who knew that one day or the other angel was going to be his.

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tttt06 · 3 months ago

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IdolNi-ki x BlackIdol

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

(I like this duo and might write more about them)

Synopsis~ You were a newly debuted group. You were a team of all-black members. You had a comeback and needed to do recordings for promotions. That involved doing promotions with Enhypen Ni-ki and Jake.

Warnings~ No condom, size kink, size training, I'm talking multiple rounds ya'll. She's not thin, she's SLIM THICK! Again, she has a tattoo (It's only mentioned once). Short reader. Problems with eating.

Word Count~ 12.5K

It took years of hard work. I started as a trainee at 17 and trained hard daily to get where I am today.

We were under HYBE entertainment.

I was the lead dancer of my group, Blackout. When we first debuted, there were some controversies about it. They didn't like how we were all black and called us Blackout.

My team consisted of Angie, Leena, Gypsy, and me. I was the youngest, and Angie was the oldest. Gypsy was the leader, while Angie was the wild card.

Angie practically raised me, so we're pretty close. Leena is more of the quiet type, but we love her the same.

Leena was actually the lead vocalist in the group.

It came with hardships. Some things were just unspeakable.

Since I was the dancer, I was used to being the most sexualized out of the members. Sure, I'm 18, but the members are protective of me. They still see me as a kid.

We debuted with a song called 'Plot Lines.' The song was intense for our debut. The concept was nothing like anyone else's.

It was like the mafia. Our manager explained, 'each comeback, a member is assigned to be the mafia. The fans have to figure out who it is.'

It was a fun concept.

The fans got to interact with us, and it made livestreams fun.

Fans would ask crazy questions to figure out who is the mafia.

I was scrolling through Twitter as I spoke to Leena. "Unnie, do you know where my edge control brush went? I gave it to you to borrow."

Leena pointed at the lunch table, "Check there." I got up from the couch and moved the packs of ramen out of the way.

It's not like we could eat it anyway. The company put us on diets. When we were in HYBE dorms with the others, Woonhak from BND would stop by with chicken.

It was really sweet, and we naturally grew close. I thought we'd keep it a secret until Woonhak excitedly ran up to hug me at a music show.

We're probably more shipped than Jennie and Taehyung.

Our fans, twinkles, knew we were honest friends.

I grabbed my edge brush and smeared edge control over my edges. I looked in the mirror and brushed them into swirls. My makeup artist stared with worry.

I said in Korean, "I got it!" She let out a deep breath and walked to Gypsy. She was reading over the lines for the music core.

We had to follow a script. I have a great memory, so I already remembered.

I finished my edges, and Gypsy shouted, "Don't forget we have to do our dance challenge with Enhypen."

I've met Jake, Jay, and Heesung. The other members were foreign to me.

Granted, at the time, I barely spoke Korean.

Gypsy and Angie are Korean-American. Leena and I were only black. Leena was obsessed with learning languages. She took Korean classes before she became a trainee.

I was the only one going in dry. But now, I'm comfortable speaking Korean.

Angie asked, "With all of them?" Leena rolled her eyes, "Yeah, the entire group is doing it together." Angie raised her hands because she was ready to fight.

I laughed, "No fighting, Unnies!" I looked over at Gypsy and asked, "Gyp? Who specifically are we doing it with?"

She thought, "I remember Jake... I think Ni-ki."

I nodded while looking back at my phone. Our manager walked in. He was such a girl dad. Mr. Lee was my favorite person in the whole world.

As he opened the door, he had his hand over his eyes and asked, "Do we have clothes on?" Leena laughed, "We're fine, Mr. Lee."

He opened his eyes and looked at us. "Aw! You girls look so pretty!" I smiled sweetly. Mr. Lee pulled my cheek. "Mmkay. Let me give you a rundown. This is your first time being here. You're going to do great! Remember the lines... Angie," He looked at Angie because she always forgets the lyrics, "And don't get nervous. Make memes, not mistakes."

He patted Gypsy's head, "Don't stress, okay? I know you're the leader, but you can relax, too."

Gypsy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Okay, oppa."

He looked at his watch, "Okay, you're on in three. Let's get moving."

We filed out in a line. I nervously held onto Leena's hand. She swung our hands between us. The three hosts stood tall as they reviewed their cards. Dohoon excitedly waved, and I waved back.

I looked at the crowd to see our black light sticks waving midair. My smile spread as I waved at the couple of fans in the crowd.

Our light was different because the light only turned purple. It was a black light.

Purple and Black were the group colors.

Again, we got into another controversy when I used a purple heart. Fans thought I was copying BTS, so we had to use the black hearts.

"Show, Show, Show! Today, we're visited by a popular girl group, Blackout," An-a said. Gyuvin asked, "Is it because they make you black out when you hear their amazing songs?" Dohoon laughed, "That's crazy."

I smiled at Dohoon and quickly stopped myself. I don't want any dating rumors on my hands.

I swayed myself for comfort as I waited for our lines. The interview was a blur. All I remember was Gyuvin almost busting his ass to do a cartwheel and Leena falling over laughing.

It was time for the performance, though. I was always scared before every show, and Leena ritually held my hand tightly before going on stage. We did our team cheer and filed onto the stage.

The music started, and muscle memory locked in.

The facial expressions were on as the mysterious bass played to our dance number.

The song was sexier than usual, and as I danced sensually with my girls, the kick came in.

My body popped to the rhythm. Energy coursed through me as the crowd cheered. My verse came up, and I recited the quicker lyrics.

The crowd was quiet, but that was normal in Korea. Twinkles waved their lightsticks aggressively.

I smiled, "In a minute, we ain't have a good time in a minute." I danced to the guitar strum, and the ending fairy pointed towards me. The song is short, so I wasn't out of breath.

I waved to the camera and stuck up a thumb.

I was the maknae that never acted cute. Sure, I had an adorable side, like my dimples and height. Everyone thought I was charming when I rocked my afro in the MV, but for the most part, I was more on the sexier side.

We made our way off stage and ran for our rooms. Angie cheered, "We ripped the stage!" I laughed and touched up my makeup.

Gypsy came in from the bathroom. She had her iPad as she looked through Mr. Lee's calendar. "We gotta go now. The guys are waiting."

I looked at everyone, "Who wants to go?" Gypsy said, "You and me? You're the main dancer. You have to come." Angie offered, "I could go." Gypsy nodded, "Good, I'll watch from the sidelines and make sure you're all good."

Angie followed the two of us to the boys.

I stood next to Jake, and he was taller than me.

When I looked at Ni-ki, My eyes widened. He was a mountain of a man.

He was only a year older, and he's tall as fuck.

I bowed frantically, "Hello!" Ni-ki bowed respectfully.

Our outfits from the stage were still on. We wore short skirts, fish nets, a crop top, thigh straps, and tall boots. The nine yards.

Gypsy was quick to run over and pulled my skirt down.

I pulled my skirt as I felt suddenly uncomfortable. Jake calmly stated, "We can do as many recordings as you want. I tried to learn the dance, but it looked a little complicated. Could you teach us?"

I looked at Gypsy as she adjusted my hair and skirt. She was my protector.

Jake smiled while looking at Gypsy. I could tell he found an interest in her intensity.

Gypsy could be intense and scary, but she was actually the softest person I knew. She cares about people hard.

I've heard things about Jake, and don't get me wrong. I love Jake as a friend but as a lover...

He'd need to stay far away from Gypsy. He'd end up with a keyed car, and I wouldn't be the one keying it.

I stood in front of Jake and Ni-ki and danced. "You're gonna start going over, under. Then, ta-ta-ta... make sure your feet are far apart when you go here..." I explained.

Ni-ki picked up on it quickly.

I smiled as he danced in his own world. Jake was stumbling over a specific part. On instinct, I grabbed his arm and moved it to the right place. I kicked his legs apart and said, "Do it again."

Angie laughed, "Uh oh. Dance leader Y/N is coming out."

I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry." Jake laughed, "Don't be. It's cute." He patted my head like he was my older brother. Ni-ki's eyes looked between us, and a gleam of judgment flashed in his eyes.

I pulled his hand off me playfully.

Angie stood in position, and Gypsy pulled out her phone. She played the song for us to practice one more time.

When she finally started recording, I danced to the song. Muscle memory was ingrained in my body.

My body took over as I smoothly took the rhythm. The song ended, and I watched the recording.

I sighed, "Jake-uh. You need to put more energy into the song." He smiled at my nagging, and then I turned to Ni-ki. "You were perfect."

I gave him a thumbs up. At the start of the video, Ni-ki did something wrong, but I didn't know him like I knew Jake. I didn't want to hurt Ni-ki's feelings.

Jake groaned as we recorded five times. Each time, I found something wrong with the dance.

I huffed, "Jake, Bend your knees lower."

Angie was panting, "Jake, please! I'm exhausted." Ni-ki laughed, not even phased.

We recorded one last time, and he finally got it right.

I smiled as Gypsy stared down Jake. She was analyzing him before going back to the table. I took notice of the small peek he did back.

Jake has a crush on Gyp, but Gypsy probably doesn't like him.

I smiled, "That's fine. We'll give it to oppa."

Gypsy moved her curly bangs out her face and nodded, "Yeah." I looked at Angie to see someone was across the room looking.

I squinted my eyes. Hoshi from SEVENTEEN walked over. His smile was full of fondness. He must've been here for a BSS comeback. "Hi!" I bowed. Instead, Hoshi brought me in for a hug.

I hugged him back excitedly, "Y/N! How nice to see you! And, Ni-ki!" He pulled him in for a hug. He hugged Jake as well.

Hoshi pulled away, and that hamster smile spread. He shook his head before hugging me again. "How's everything?" I nodded, "Well, we're gonna see tonight." I was eluding toward the competition.

Hoshi quirked his eyebrow, "You're still a competitive little fart." I laughed, "How else could I have debuted."

Hoshi looked behind me to see Angie. He hugged her and confessed, "I didn't see you because you're so tiny."

Angie slapped his back harshly, and he let out a cough. "I'm here for my soda." He walked to the vending machine and asked, "You guys want something? On me."

I shook my head, "Diet." Hoshi's breath hitched. "I don't like that dieting stuff. Remember when I found you passed out in the HYBE elevator?"

I shrunk from embarrassment, "That was..." Hoshi waited for a response, but when I didn't give him one, he paid for the small sandwich and passed it to me.

The turkey looked so delicious. My mouth began to water.

Angie and Gypsy were talking in the corner, and Jake had left. Right now, it was only Ni-ki, me, and Hoshi.

"You two need to take care of yourselves." He patted our heads, "Call me if you need me."

He walked away, and I turned to Ni-ki. "When did you meet Hyung?" I said, "He found me in the elevator."

Ni-ki had this unreadable expression. He bluntly asked, "You gotta crush on Jake or something?" I let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Yeah, over my dead body. Jake is too old for me." Ni-ki quirked an eyebrow, "How old are you? 15?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm 18!"

Ni-ki laughed, "Couldn't tell because you're so short."

My eye twitched. "I don't like you." Ni-ki smiled, "Okay? And? Anyways, you're a great dancer. I'd love to dance with you for a show someday."

I tilted my head, "Want my number?"

His eyes looked over my cute face. The makeup was doing wonders for me.

"Yeah. Let me know."

I recited my number. Ni-ki clicked my number and texted me. My phone dinged, and I smiled. "Okay, Bye. I have an award to win."

The idols of that day all stood in the lobby. The two songs combating each other were our song, 'Plot Lines' and BSS's newest song, '청바지.' I waited patiently. I was expecting BSS to win. Their song is so cunty.

But, to our surprise, the confetti popped, and our song won. Angie screamed and jumped on Gypsy. Leena held my hand tightly and bowed to BSS.

Hoshi walked over and patted my head. "You suck!" I teased, and Hoshi laughed. "You little shit." I giggled as I bowed to our fans.

Leena sang in the mic. I playfully danced, and to my surprise, Hoshi joined. He started dancing to the sexy parts, and I started laughing harshly.

We finally walked off stage, and I ran to the crowd. I waved at the small amount of twinkles there. "Thank you for coming!" I excitedly jumped and waved at them.

Gypsy grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me away. I smiled sheepishly.

We made our way back to the changing room. Someone knocked on the door. Eunchae from Lessarfim walked in.

She needed to talk to Gypsy about going on her talk show.

When we did promotions, it was usually Angie and I. Leena would get shy, and Gypsy was the leader and wanted to give us more camera time.

Usually, if Leena goes, we all go with her to support her.

Gypsy started the conversation with Eunchae, and I walked out to mingle.

I have a lot of confidence. Twinkles find me adorable. I know I'm pretty and sexy. I dance well, and I have a good personality.

I'm not full of myself. I worked hard, and I know what I'm capable of.

I breezed past the staff and pulled my phone from my pocket.

Hyung

We're gonna post the dance tomorrow

Hyung

Won't lie, the way Ni-ki looks at you when your dancing might start a dating rumor

Hyung

I wouldn't reccomend making it known you talk to Enhypen in general.

You

Ah, he was making sure I was dancing right...

You

He PMO more than anything🙄

Hyung

Okay, as big bro... I hate him back, as your manager I want you to be careful so you don't get shipped and more sexualized

Hyung

After the deepfake incident it's hard to bring image back to the innocent maknae we were shooting for

You

I know oppa. I've been trying to be like that on camera... I'm tired of it too.

Hyung

Don't worry. I'm not scolding you. Just be careful. Be back at the cars by 4:30 pm we have a schedule.

You

kk!

I started walking and bumped into someone. "Oof!" I looked up, and it was Woonhak. "Oh! Y/N!" I hugged him tightly, and he said, "Your performance was amazing!"

I cheered, "So was yours! The only reason you didn't win this time was because you won last time."

We started walking off. "You ate anything?" I rolled my eyes, "You gotta stop trying to take care of me." Woonhak smiled, "I'm like your older brother." I huffed, "We're both 06 liners, and I'm older by two months."

Woonhak opened the door for me as we walked into the snack area. I walked in, and Woonhak said, "Ou! There's ramen." I murmured, "All you eat is ramen." He ran to pay for some.

Woonhak grabbed three. "Jesus." Woonhak squinted at me. I found a seat and waited for him to cook all three packs of ramen.

When he came back, he slid me a bowl. I looked down, "All three weren't for me," Woonhak commented.

I smiled, "I'll pay you back." "Y/N... it was 50 won." I laughed lightly and slurped.

It felt good to eat. I felt like I was starting to lose my curves. Everyone loved them. I had a big ass, boobs, and nice curvature... but I was losing fat rapidly when I debuted.

Fans were noticing. Mr. Lee was trying to sneak us food without getting fired by the company.

He is a good manager.

Once, he was made to go through our phones to check we weren't dating, but instead, he just changed his contact name on all our phones.

That's why his name is Hyung instead of Oppa.

Woonhak scrolled through his phone before looking at me. He said sternly, "Eat. Your food is gonna get cold."

I sighed and ate the rest of my ramen. Someone loud came in, and I turned to see Jaehyun and Sungho coming in. "I finished. Your members are here, and I gotta go by 4:30. It's 4:00."

Woonhak smiled, "Okay. When are we gonna do our dance together?" I thought, "I have practice tomorrow night. Just come after."

Woonhak smiled, "Okay."

I was in the practice room. The girls left to get some snacks, but as the lead dancer, I had to ensure I was doing it right.

An hour passed of me going over the same thing until a knock echoed through the room.

I paused the music and walked to the door. I peeked it open, expecting Woonhak, but instead, it was Ni-ki.

"What are you doing here?"

Ni-ki had a cunning smile spreading across his face. I quirked an eyebrow as he pushed through, "Is this the next debut you're preparing for?"

I sighed, "Yeah, it's called Light's Out." Ni-ki turned to me, "Do you rap or sing in the group?"

I didn't answer. I walked over to my phone, ignoring Ni-ki.

Ni-ki walked closely behind me, "Let me see what you got at the least?"

I rolled my eyes and started playing the song.

I danced like I was before. Ni-ki just stared with this look of satisfaction. His eyebrows furrowed, his nose scrunched, and his mouth was open.

When the song ended, I let out a sigh. "Judging by the song, you sing and rap?"

I shook my head and sat next to him. "It's embarrassing... I'm the ace."

Ni-ki folded his arms. "Really? Rap, sing, dance." I added, "I write the lyrics, choreograph, and sometimes produce."

He laughed, "You serious?" I nodded, "They call me the female Han Jisung."

Ni-ki went silent. He stared at me, "You're pretty talented." I smiled, "Now you know why I'm so full of myself."

Ni-ki laughed, "I wouldn't say that. More of the confident type. I want to see what you're not satisfied with. I think the high self-esteem is your charm."

I nodded, "I'm just sure in what I do." Ni-ki laughed, "Why aren't you the leader?"

I rolled my eyes, "I can be wrong sometimes."

Ni-ki scooted a little closer, "Really?" His voice went down to a whisper, "I want to see that."

I pushed him away, "You're weird."

He stared at me intensely for a moment. I heard someone scream my name, "Y/N-ah!"

Woonhak busted through the door and froze. "What the hell..." I looked at Ni-ki, then our proximity, then at Woonhak.

I pouted, "He's a weirdo!" Woonhak leaped over to fight Ni-ki. "Hey! I'm just a guy!" Woonhak pointed at him in anger. "You stay away from my best friend."

I laughed, "Hey. What if we all do each other dance challenges together?"

Woonhak and Ni-ki turned to me. "I like that idea."

It wasn't long before we were recording silly videos for our TikTok pages. "How are we gonna get our manager to post this?" Woonhak's eyes widened, "I'll ask mine!" Ni-ki carefully watched Woonhak and turned to me, "Anyways, I have to record. I'll text you later, Y/N."

He waved, and Woonhak looked at me with that puppy smile, "He's really strange."

I laughed, "He is. Hey, I need your help with something."

He raised an eyebrow and started to stand up with me, "Yeah? What's up?" I held his hands, and we began to spin, "I need you to help me get this move down. I'm doing something wrong. I want to be sure I'm doing it perfectly for my twinkles."

Woonhak stopped and pulled me in for a hug, "I will."

After a long day of practice, I sat in my dorm room. The girls were singing their hearts out to karaoke while I lay in bed.

A part of me was waiting for Ni-ki to text me. I was curious about him.

Angie stormed into my room, "Aye! Come out of your room! We're partying!"

I smiled, "I'm tired. I'll come out next time." Angie sat on the bed, "Hey? You feeling okay?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "Yeah."

I wasn't feeling well. I had these cold shivers, and my head was hurting. I was used to this feeling, though. It's what happens when you don't eat.

Angie's hand settled on my forehead, "You feel sick." I shook my head, "We have a show tomorrow. I don't have time to be sick."

Angie called in the girls, "Gyp! Nana! Come here!" The girls excitedly ran into the room, and their smiles faded. "What's wrong?"

I sat up, "Nothing, Leena is harassing me."

Gypsy scanned me, "You need to eat. You look sick." I shook my head, "I can't. The fans-"

Leena said, "Those aren't fans!" Everyone turned to Leena in shock.

Leena wasn't the type of girl to yell. She always held back. Hearing her get frustrated was devastating.

"Noona..." Leena turned to Gypsy, "She's killing herself. Call oppa and tell him Y/N isn't performing tomorrow. She'll pass out."

Gypsy stood up, "I will. Y/N, you gotta stay home and rest up. You're gonna have to go on a hiatus."

The words sunk deep. "A hiatus- That's too far."

Gypsy shook her head sternly, "I'm serious. You have to listen to your Noona! I'm two years older. 20, you're 18. You have to listen."

I shrunk, "Whose gonna teach you the choreo." Angie sheepishly smiled. She rubbed her thumb on my thigh, "Rest. I'll tell oppa to sneak in some food."

They walked out, and I sat in my room dumbfounded.

They can't just do that, can they?

Suddenly, a text came in.

Unknown Number

It's Ni-ki

Unknown Number

(sent youtube short)

That's us lol

Ni-ki Minaj

Have you seen the comments???

Ni-ki Minaj

PFFTT they're calling us a love triangle

You

Lol that's really funny.

Ni-ki Minaj

I can't tell if your normally a dry texter or if something is wrong

You

My girls just told me there putting me on hiatus🧍🏾‍♀️

Ni-ki Minaj

??? What happened in the span of 5 hours?💀

You

I hadn't eaten and I felt a little sick

You

Now the girls are calling my manager to snitch

Ni-ki Minaj

Why aren't you eating???

Ni-ki Minaj

You need to eat so much more... It's not good for you

You

I know but my fans

You

They bullied me for my curves and my personality then i got sexualized and the deepfakes and the plastic surgery allegations and I can't take it anymore.

You

I'm trying my best to be perfect you know??? Everyone has a problem with anything I do

Ni-ki Minaj

You'd be surprised how much I get that.

Ni-ki Minaj

I debuted at 14 and grown women used to say weird shit about me too so don't think you're alone in this

Ni-ki Minaj

I got bullied for a lot of things and I had to grow up quickly.

You

That's why you try to act all mysterious?

Ni-ki Minaj

I wouldn't say that I just had to chill out and mature

You

That's what I mean though. We're still teenagers why do we have to grow up so fast...

Ni-ki Minaj

Our job requires us to.

Ni-ki Minaj

You should rest up though.

You

🙁

Mr. Lee knocked on my door, "I brought some rice and chicken." I groaned, "Come in."

Mr. Lee smiled as he handed me the takeout bag. "Kiddo... I don't want you to-"

I stopped him, "Oppa. It's fine. I'm okay."

Mr. Lee sighed, "You know Gypsy put me up to this. She is a scary girl. I'm almost half her age."

I laughed as I opened the container of rice. I took my spoon to the fresh, steamy rice.

"You okay, though? Genuinely. I don't want you to think about those comments."

I froze.

"I'm not."

He lifted my wrist, "You are. You're so thin now. I want you to be healthy."

I bit my lip and looked away, "I know." Mr. Lee's bottom lip quivered, "Your parents told me that your life was in my hands now. I don't want you to get hurt or pass out. I need you to stay healthy. I don't want you to lose your spark."

He hugged me, and I let out an annoyed huff as he began to cry. I rubbed his back because, somehow, I ended up comforting him.

However, It meant a lot that he was this concerned for me.

When he pulled away, his nose had snot running down. I grabbed a takeout napkin, "God, Mr. Lee." I put it to his nose and said, "Blow." He blew out his nose, and I collected his nasty snot.

He hugged me one last time. He said in my neck, "Call me if you need me." He walked out, and I couldn't help but laugh out of disbelief. He's so dramatic.

The statement was put out that night, and the next day, I had the entire house to myself. My locs were in a ponytail, and I wore my bear slipper and a one-piece pink bodycon pajama set.

I looked sexy. I checked myself out in the mirror and smiled. "Let me clean up the house a little."

I turned on my speaker and started blasting StrayKids. I was actually a predebut stan. Now that they are technically my co-workers, I feel embarrassed about it.

I picked up the dirty socks and cups and cleaned the dishes in the sink. It had been about an hour of hard work before I heard a knock on my door.

I stepped to the door and looked through the peephole.

I opened the door quickly, "What the-" Ni-ki walked in with a bag of takeout, "I brought you dinner since you apparently don't eat."

He looked me up and down. Staring at my plush thighs and big breasts.

He saw the tattoo on my chest. "You have a tattoo?" I nodded, "I got it when I was 16. My mom let me."

He pulled the fabric back with his long, slim fingers. His cold hand brushed against my collarbone, and I flinched away. "Sorry for the cold hands. I walked here."

I quirked an eyebrow, "How far do you live?" He smiled, "We live in the same apartment complex."

I tilted my head, and his eyes flicked back to the tattoo, "It's cute." It was a small Ponyo fish under my collarbone.

"Why?" I looked away, "My dad used to watch it with me." My eyes followed his.

He was concerned, "He died?" I nodded, "Yeah. It was a long time ago, though." Ni-ki invited himself to the couch and opened up the bag of food.

I sat next to him as he carefully portioned the meal. His portion was small but more weighty than mine.

"You should eat a lot more." Ni-ki side-eyed me, "I eat how I want." I laughed and reached for the plastic fork.

"Do you not know how to eat with chopsticks?" I looked at the wooden chopsticks and said, "No." He shoved a sushi in my mouth and sighed, "Eat." I chewed the sushi carefully, inspecting the flavor.

The burst of flavor from the seasoned crab danced on my tastebuds. "MM!" He smiled, "The guys hate when I get this sushi. I'm glad you like it."

I quirked an eyebrow, "Why? It tastes so good." My mouth was still full. He laughed, "Chew your food first."

I watched as he put the chopsticks to his mouth, and the realization set in.

I touched my lips while I thought.

He just put those in my mouth.

He chewed like nothing was wrong and continued, "I guess the seasoning is too much." I said bluntly, "They don't know how to season food well."

NI-ki laughed, "Definitely not."

I smiled while looking at him eat. I ate three and started to feel stuffed.

"You want my last one?" I stuck my fork in the sushi roll and pointed at his face to grab.

He unexpectedly watched me as he wrapped his lips over my fork.

He chewed the food, still staring at me.

Again? Should I kiss him?

I tilted my head and leaned in. Ni-ki raised his hand to take the sesame seed from my cheek. His thumb ran across my cheek sweetly.

He swallowed his food, and I leaned in closer. My lips softly pressed into his.

I pulled back suddenly. I felt nervous. Ni-ki was quick to smile, "Am I making you nervous?" My body tensed, "No!"

Ni-ki laughed. His eyes looked full of warmth. I smiled at him as he leaned in.

His lips were firm as he kissed mine. He held his body with one hand as he leaned us back.

His hand gently slid behind my head as I fell backward on the couch. His knee went between my legs as his kiss deepened.

His tongue slipped into my mouth as I gasped. He pulled back, "You good?" I nodded, "Mhm, I just... I didn't expect-"

I cut myself off as I got lost in his eyes. He searched for an answer. "How often do you kiss guys, Y/N?"

I shyly smiled, "Haven't for a year." He asked carefully, "And sex?"

"Never."

Ni-ki blinked. "Really? That's unexpected. I thought..." I rolled my eyes, "That I was a hoe? I only know how to move my body sexily."

He looked over my face, and he started getting from on top of me. I pulled his collar, "Wait." He froze, "What do you mean wait?"

"Walk me through it?" Ni-ki looked at my hand on my collar and kissed it. "You sure? We can stop." I shook my head, "No... I want to."

He smiled, "Alright, c'mon." He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and asked, "Which room?"

I giggled, "It's the last one."

He opened the door and gently placed me on the bed to tower over me again, "Where are your members?" I smiled and said, "Too busy. They don't come back until midnight."

His hand roamed to my hip, "We're gonna have a lot to talk about after this."

My hand stopped at his chest, "What does that mean? You don't wanna date?"

His smirk took his face, "I do. That's what we have to talk about." "Well, we just talked about it then."

The grin on my face made his eyes melt. His face softened, "Yeah, but we're gonna have to hide some things."

His hair flowed over my face, tickling my nose. I scrunched it, and he kissed me.

"You're cute when you wanna be. You know that?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up and kiss me." He obliged quickly, leaning in.

Our kisses clicked. My lips parted, and Ni-ki slipped his tongue between them. My hand traveled to his hair. I messed it up as I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

Ni-ki's dick bumped into my pelvic bone. He groaned in my mouth. He bit my bottom lip, and he pulled away. "Protection?"

I shook my head, "Check Angie's room." He was quick to run off without asking which room it was.

I heard him rummage through everyone's drawers before running back. "I found some."

I looked at the two packs of condoms, "You need two?" He shrugged, "You never know." I saw the silver words flash under the light.

"Extra large?" He bit his bottom lip as he stared at me, "I won't go too deep. I'll ensure to get you warmed up enough to handle it."

I blinked at him in shock, "Okay." He leaned back down to kiss me quickly before taking his shirt off.

I let out a gasp before closing my eyes. "Hey?" His tone suddenly softened, "I'm gonna take care of you. I don't care if I'm two inches deep in you. You can always tell me when to stop."

I took a deep breath. Ni-ki kissed me again, and my eyes fluttered closed.

His kisses trailed to my neck. His lips pressed against my skin delicately until I let out a gasp.

He sucked on my neck as I squirmed under his grasp. With one hand, Ni-ki held me down onto the mattress.

My body seeped with its weight into the delicate fabric. Ni-ki kissed down my chest as he asked, "Can you take this off?" I complied in an instant.

I wanted this... but I was also nervous.

Ni-ki watched me unbutton my pajamas, and he trailed to my breast. He unclipped my bra but kept them covering my boobs.

He kissed me deeply again. His hand cupped my face with affection.

His hands were warm now.

He groped my boob, and I whined in his mouth. He pulled away to check on me. He wanted to make sure I was enjoying it, I'm guessing.

He leaned back in once he saw my face. My eyes were squeezed shut, so I didn't know what that meant to him.

His finger rolled my nipple between the pads of his fingers. I gasped at the sensation, and my hips started moving on its own.

His knee moved to my middle, and I had a quick release. "Mm~"

Ni-ki smiled, "You liked that?"

He pulled his pants off quickly and pulled the sheets over us. "You're gonna get cold."

He started to kiss down my stomach as he made his way to the last button.

"I'm ready." He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with lust and hunger but also carefulness.

His fingers hooked to the end of the one piece, and he gently slid them down.

My cow print panties were in his blurry view. "You're so adorable, even down to your underwear."

I bit my lip as he hooked his fingers under my panties and slid them down.

I felt my sticky, slick, unstick from the fabric.

"Fuck, you're so wet, baby."

I whimpered as I felt the air of his breath brush against my clit. "Please..."

"Please, what, baby? Use your big girl words."

I whined, "Please touch me."

His thumb rubbed my bud gently. My legs shook from that simple touch. I was feeling electric. My pussy was buzzing with anticipation from him.

I needed him to fill me up.

His finger slipped into my hole, and I gasped. "You're so tight."

His eyes locked with mine as he sunk his fingers deeper.

I held back a moan as he pulled out and pushed back in.

I was wrapping myself around him again.

His long pale fingers were gathering cum at the knuckle. I felt like I was about to burst.

I released all over his fingers, quickly exhausted. "Ni-ki..." He tilted his head, "What's up?"

"That felt good." He kissed my forehead endearingly, "I'm glad."

He pulled both my thighs closer to his head as his mouth connected to my clit. I moaned as I felt his wet tongue flick my bud.

He sucked on my entrance, licking for the last of my cum.

I was a moaning mess as I felt another orgasm starting to wash over me.

"Nobody else ever made you feel like this, huh?"

I shook my head as his mouth reconnected with my clit.

My nails dug into his scalp as I gripped his hair.

My thighs rested on his shoulders as I squeezed around his neck. My body started to twitch as the build-up came back.

"Oh~ That feels good."

I felt my pussy flutter around his pale fingers, "Don't hold back on me."

The tight feeling in my stomach started to release as I came. My grip tightened, and my back arched from the sensation.

"Haa~" I moaned out. Ni-ki just sat and watched as I released my sticky mess over his fingers.

Ni-ki pulled his fingers out and watched my cum leak out behind him. His eyes darkened as he watched it slide down my folds.

When his eyes flickered to mine, they were dark with hunger.

"You ready?" My eyes widened, "Yeah."

He kissed me deeply as he towered over me. "Are you sure?" My eyes traced the lines of his sharp features. My lips caught in my teeth as I nodded silently.

Ni-ki pulled down his underwear, and his long thick dick slapped against his stomach. "I'm so hard right now, Y/N."

I whimpered just from the sight of his width. His cream topped his tip like a sundae.

I watched as he rubbed himself. A hiss left his mouth as his head dove back. "Fuck! Y/N, please." I blinked, "Ni-ki... I want you inside me."

He leaned over and rubbed his girthy length against my clit. I whined, "Please, Ni-ki."

My slick was coating the bottom of his dick. My breath hitched when I saw his dick go past my belly button.

"Are you gonna put the whole thing in me?"

Ni-ki smiled, "We'll work on that. But not today." He cupped my cheek and caressed it gently. He looked down at his dick and started angling it.

He pushed through my folds, filling me up. The pain was heavy, but then it turned to pleasure quickly. I moaned desperately. "Ah!~"

Ni-ki was looking me over with concern. My legs started shaking from pleasure.

He hadn't even moved yet, and I was already cumming around him.

Ni-ki watched as my cum leaked between us. Ni-ki squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to keep himself restricted. "You came?" I nodded innocently. "Mm~"

I didn't mean for it to come out as a moan, but Ni-ki just laughed. He kissed my neck and asked, "Can I move now?" I nodded as I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands traced to my thigh and hips.

He slowly pulled out to push back into me. My eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure of him hitting my spot.

He groaned in pleasure. I whined, "More." He moved a little faster. It was still painfully slow.

My hands traced his back as my nails dug in. Ni-ki groaned again. He was trying so hard to hold back for me.

"Faster!" Ni-ki finally snapped his hips into me. I yelped in response. He pulled away from my neck. He stared at me as his fast pace made me lose myself.

My boobs jiggled to his pace, and he reached for them to fondle. I bit my lip, "Nng~"

I gasped as he got rough. "Fuck! Ni-ki! Yes!" He babbled back, "You're so sexy, baby. So tight for me."

I felt the knot starting to form in my stomach again. Ni-ki was filling me up with his thick cock until I shook uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna cum." Ni-ki was getting sloppier as I moaned out from my release. Ni-ki pulled out quickly cumming all over me and his stomach.

"I forgot to put the condom on."

His jaw was still tight, and his muscles were tense. My heart was racing, and I felt hot.

I was still catching my breath as Ni-ki lied down next to me. He stared at the ceiling, silently catching his breath.

When I finally caught my breath, I put my head on his chest and slid my hand across his bare waist. "You did a good job Y/N."

I deep breathed, "We have to be together now, you know that, right?" He slightly lifted his head, "I know. Don't worry."

He kissed my head, and I closed my eyes to sleep.

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badgalsasuke · 26 days ago

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Seeing you on twitter (love you btw ^.^ I’m a silent follower but I love your stuff.) I saw how easily the mask fell from piñata Stans the minute you, a Naruto and Sasuke shipper started criticizing the nh relationship. (It was so mild. All you did was name a fact. It’s not even half as bad what criticism ss rightfully gets and yet they can’t handle it. lol.) it proves to me they’re so babied in the community because they’re seen as the better option to ss. I saw some genuinely crashing out about how “they thought sns and nh got along!!” I hate seeing young sns validating them. These newer fans believe nh & sns have always had some weird truce when that’s not true in the slightest. And seeing the amount of “sasunaruh*na” shippers coming out of the cracks, calling themselves “sns” shippers while conveniently only interacting with sh & nh content and poly / love triangle art centered around h trying to criticize you like “I ship sns but-“ but no. Stop it. You pretend to ship it so you pretend to be better than ss when you’re exactly alike.

Piñata Stans worst nightmare is being recognized as being just as awful as pink Stans. They try to desperately to pretend to be morally better, all the while hiding behind anons and saying grossly transphobic/homophobic stuff.

That’s the only reason I started to dislike nh more than ss. They’re both terrible, ss is still technically “worse” in just how purely awful it is, but nh shippers are so insufferable I just hate nh more. With ss shippers, I can expect them to be bitchy and aggressive, that’s their mo. But Nh? You never really know what you’re gonna get. Usually it’s a lot of guilt trippy language about how much Hinata has done and how she’s actually so brave and sweet even if she’s not well written (they actually believe she’s written good, they just pretend to accept she’s not so they can guilt trip you into pitying the character enough not to hate her.) I don’t know if you’ve noticed that. I think it’s because piñata stans self insert onto Hinata who is a pitiful guilt tripper so they exhibit that same behavior? Like how Sakura is self centered and obnoxious, her self insert stans are the exact same way. If you get what I’m trying to express.

Hi anon!

I saw some genuinely crashing out about how “they thought sns and nh got along!!”

shsdkskdjs I know right? It's funny because I've already engaged with SS shippers as well and their reaction was nowhere near as dramatic as NH shippers and I attacked them far more aggresively.

I don't care about whatever silly truce SNS shippers from twitter made with NH shippers, I'm not gonna pretend to like Hinata or that NH is a good ship or that is anywhere near the level of SNS in terms of writing and development. It's het slop just like SS and they can be mad about it.

I'm also gonna keep being against this whole "Naruto bisexual king" propaganda they love to push, like I'm sorry but Naruto never gave a fuck about that girl and continues not to even now as a married couple, so no, she isn't Naruto's type, stop pushing her down my throat.

It's so funny because they're always making fun of Sakura and her stans because Sasuke is an absent husband and father but came crying and whining to my mentions when I stated a fact that show us Naruto is also an absent husband and father. Like, idk which one is worse because Sasuke abandons the village for years but Naruto is still in the village yet does everything in his power to avoid seeing his family LMFAO

It was funny how I mentioned Naruto and Hinata have been sleeping in separate bedrooms for years and none of them brought up proof to debunk it, they simply started scrambling and making excuses for why Naruto is allowed to sleep in a different bedroom, "he arrives late from work! he's always working so hard!" the man that can create 100s of clones to work faster but doesn't do that for some reason, mind you but I'm the bad guy for pointing that out lol

they actually believe she’s written good, they just pretend to accept she’s not so they can guilt trip you into pitying the character enough not to hate her.) I don’t know if you’ve noticed that. I think it’s because piñata stans self insert onto Hinata who is a pitiful guilt tripper so they exhibit that same behavior?

oh yeah, they definitely do that. In fact one of the very first people to quote me is a well known Hinata-self insert. Suffers from anxiety and shit (but still tells ppl to off themselves like the bitch won't shit her pants when she has to make a phone call). They can't stand the heat when you bite back and start playing the victim on how you "harrassed them" lmao Sakura stans stand the heat for longer. But you need to be a pathetic loser to self-insert and find appealing a pathetic loser like Hinata so the behavior tracks.

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giveafike · 9 months ago

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omg ty that was sooo cute n well written 🥲 what about they’ve been dating for a little while n she’s got a great game but she gets stuck on her serve sometimes, so ben teaches her his technique and then she wins her next match - then i’ll leave u alone promise 😂

TLDR: Part 2 from Game, Set, Match (here if you haven't read the first part) Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton LAUNCHING each other, triple date, overcoming insecurity and learning with each other <33.

EDIT: part 3 here!

Word count + info: 7.1k! SUPERRRR LONG!!! Dialogue, instagram comments etc.

Character Inspo: Once again, for tennisplayer!fem reader, I envisioned a bit of a bratty, sassy, cheeky, funny girl. In this, she gets vulnerable tho. Visually, I gravitated towards a mix of Tashi Duncan and Tyla. No specifications are mentioned (except a general "shorter" height than Ben).

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW (suggestive themes - nothing explicit/ NSFW) - no warnings

Azzie Notes ✚: heheheehee I'll blush! ask as many times you want! trust me there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing than writing my little fake scenarios and daydreaming <3 In saying that, I’m begging for my desi women to request a desi imagine 😞 Please, please give me some inspo so I can get into my element.

The support and attention pt. 1 got was genuinely so heartwarming, seeing the couple of reblogs and tags and comments meant sm to me, massive thank you for your support <333 kisses to all of u!!

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Game, Set, Match (Part 2) - B.T.S

Time with Ben flew by in a blur of stolen moments after your first date, before you knew it, it had been close to a year since you first started dating. Between matches and games, you both rearranged photoshoots and postponed interviews just for the chance to spend even a few hours together, sneaking in time wherever possible. Naturally, speculation followed. Paparazzi snapped glimpses of you at gas stations, and fans posted short, blurry videos on TikTok and Twitter of your late-night drives. One clip even sparked rumours of lipstick stains on Ben’s face while driving, barely visible in the shadows. What they missed were the hickeys trailing down his neck, hidden beneath his crumpled t-shirt, evidence of the stolen moments just before. You both laughed at the videos and sometimes interacted, keeping everyone on the outside guessing.

Truthfully, you wanted to savour this feeling for yourself a little longer before it became the latest headline. You had travelled the world, met some of your heroes, performed in front of thousands but nothing felt as exhilarating as this.

You felt young, carefree, and most importantly, yourself. With Ben, there were no PR restrictions, no expectations, just the thrill of being together. Running through hotel halls at midnight, sneaking off for food at ungodly hours like two big backs, lying down in closed parks whispering sweet nothings under the stars; it all felt so raw, so pure. You were smitten with puppy love for each other. You’d take long, aimless drives, rapping and singing bar for bar, holding hands while the world outside blurred by. With Ben, life felt like one endless adventure. You had broken the news to your close circles of friends and family, but not anyone outside. The hardest part though was resisting PDA at public games and events. You almost slipped up during an interview, calling him your 'boyfriend' before catching yourself, covering with 'boy-best-friend' and a sweet smile. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but not quite the truth either. You knew sooner or later, you’d have to make it official and that idea was both exciting and terrifying.

After some plotting, you decided on a soft launch first, acclimatising your audience to it. You and your team were pros at staying active online, and it fit perfectly with your social media presence. For TikTok and Instagram Reels, you posted a 'Day in the Life' vlog - clips of your skincare routine, a fit-check featuring a white, sleeveless high-neck tennis dress with forest green accents that cinched your waist, and a casual lunch. But for those paying close attention, there were clues, Ben’s cologne on the bathroom counter, his duffel bag in the background, his laugh echoing faintly in the background during lunch. Of course, some people picked it up after some time.

Ben couldn’t resist teasing either, replying under a clip of your lunch, 'Who’s taking you on a lunch date?'

You shot back, 'A big-backed loser who ate his own food and then stole from my plate .'

One fan commented, 'Wait, is that Ben’s gym bag in the shot?!?!' to which you cheekily replied, 'Where? that ugly, uninspired black bag?' Ben couldn’t resist adding: "That bag has seen more wins than your TikTok views."

Another comment pointed out the Polo 67 cologne in the background: 'That’s definitely not your scent, Y/N. Whose cologne is that?' You replied, 'Some desperate fanboy left it here. Sweet guy tho ig."

The playful back-and-forth only fueled more speculation, with fans buzzing, 'Wait, is this a soft launch!!', 'I'm tellin' yall, it's Ben', "Am I reaching or is Y/N pulling smth here? collab?"

You both laughed, curled up in bed, scrolling through the comments like a pair of idiots. Two weeks later, it was time for the hard launch.

Ben stifled a laugh as he leaned back on the bed, the duvet lazily draped across his hips. "Y/N, stop overthinking it," he teased, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead. Meanwhile, you sat cross-legged, agonising over which photos to post, what caption to use, and whether or not the launch would feel and look perfect; not nonchalant but not too much either. He made it look easy, Ben had his post prepped and ready to go like the sappy man he was, while you were knee-deep in hundreds of photos, searching for the right one to tell your story.

You scrolled through the shots, a smile tugging at your lips as you relive the memories, silly videos, 0.5x candids, live photos of him in goofy poses. Then, one image stopped you. A simple photobooth strip from a date you’d gone on together: four black-and-white shots, each capturing a different moment. The first one had you both flipping the camera off with cheeky smiles, his arm over your shoulder. The next, Ben was kissing your cheek, while in the third, you kissed his, making him grin wide with his gummy smile, his eyes crinkling in joy. The last photo was pure gold. You kissed each other, his hands cupping your face gently, tucking your hair back as he held your jaw while your fingers curled around his shoulders as if you didn’t want to let go. Both of you smiled into the kiss, eyes closed, fully in the moment. It was perfect, effortless.

You sighed, knowing this was the photo. It said everything, no need for several pictures to make a statement. You thought for a moment before you typed out a simple caption that summed it up: "Turns out I'm not the only one with game, @benshelton"

Ben, sitting opposite you, smirked and was the first to comment followed by a few others.

benshelton: "I love you so very much"

yourfriendusername: " 'bout time y'all launched"

ayan.broomfield: "Oh you ate with the caption. Me and Frances are screaming rn"

"Nice caption, loser" he chuckled as he beckoned you over to him. You crawled over to Ben with a shy smile, curling up on his chest as his post was uploading.

Ben’s post was a blend of personal, fun, and a little bit cheeky, a video recorded by his sister, Emma of you two playing tug-of-war with his dog Halo at his house, giggling uncontrollably as the dog barked, tail wagging furiously. A candid photo of you leaning over into his side of the car, his smile half-hidden as he laughed from the driver seat, one hand on the wheel. Then a shot of you both in matching hoodies, his idea, of course, followed by a serene moment of you standing on a seaside cliff, both gazing out at the ocean during a quiet getaway. Lastly, a photo of you two kissing on a picnic blanket, your hand on his face, and his smile beaming into your kiss.

You looked up at him and kissed his cheek as the likes and comments came flooding in.

His caption read “Her biggest fan, my biggest distraction”.

taylorfritz: "So nice of Y/N to take pics with her fans. So humble"

↳ Y/N.Y/LN: "Always a pleasure, this one was a little weird tho"

↳ benshelton: "shut up"

francestiafoe: "Finally upgraded from being the 5th wheel to being in the driver’s seat."

↳ benshelton: "Been driving this whole time, you just didn’t notice"

_emmashelton: "Wow, Ben finally found someone to put up with his snoring???"

↳Y/N.Y/LN: "The snoring I can handle, but the random sleeptalking tennis commentary at 3 AM?"

↳benshelton: "💀 I’m deleting this post."

morganriddle: "No more babysitting you with Taylor now!"

atptour: "Ben’s doing better off the court than on lately 👀"

↳benshelton: "No distractions, just love. But thanks for the shade, ATP"

↳Y/N.Y/LN: "His best ATP title to date: my boyfriend <3"

As you typed your last reply, Ben set his phone aside and gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his. He kissed the top of your head before his lips began to trail softly down your temple. You tossed your phone to the other side of the bed, locking eyes with him. His curls were messier now, and the glint in his eyes told you exactly what he was thinking.

"Y’know..." Ben murmured, his voice dipping lower as he traced his fingers along the curve of your jaw, then down your neck, sending a shiver through you. His other hand slipped under your t-shirt, resting on your bare waist, his thumb making lazy circles on your skin. "We don’t have anything planned until later… and you look so damn good right now."

His lips grazed your neck, slow and deliberate, before pressing soft kisses there. You tilted your head to the side and swept your hair back, letting him have his way as your fingers tangled in his curls, a small gasp escaped your lips as he nipped lightly at your skin.

"Shouldn’t we… celebrate?" you whispered, your breath hitching as he found the spot that made you melt, his hands guiding your body closer to his. "I mean, we did make some big news."

Ben didn’t reply with words. Instead, he hummed softly against your neck before gently flipping you beneath him. His lips captured yours in a heated, intoxicating kiss, his hand sliding up your shirt, fingertips grazing your soft skin. Your bodies pressed together, the heat building as you giggled into the kiss, knowing exactly where this was headed.

The rest of the day went in a haze of cuddles, stolen kisses, and binge-watching your favourite shows and movies. By evening, it was time to get ready for your triple date with Taylor Fritz and Morgan Riddle, and Frances Tiafoe with Ayan Broomfield. While the guys had bonded at ATP events, you were still the "newbie" among the girls, though Ayan and Morgan had taken you under their wing almost immediately, forming a tight trio.

You slipped into something special for the evening, a stunning black satin dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The backless design draped elegantly, the slit at the thigh adding just the right amount of allure, and the low cut bringing even more drama to the fabric. The soft fabric shimmered slightly under the light which you paired with black stiletto heels and a slickback ponytail.

Ben couldn’t stop staring when you stepped out of the bathroom. He’d matched your elegance effortlessly, wearing a button-up, the top two buttons undone to reveal silver chains around his neck, and his silver Rolex twinkling in the light.

"Wow," he said softly, taking in the sight of you. His gaze lingered on the curve of your back, the way the dress dipped and shimmered. "You’re killing me, babe."

You smirked, stepping up to him and straightening his collar as you teased, "And you’re not looking too bad yourself"

Ben leaned down, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder, his lips warm against your skin. "I’d say we’re a pretty damn good match."

Arriving just a bit fashionably late (thanks to Ben’s lingering hands and his desperation) you entered the rooftop bar together. He had one hand securely around your waist, guiding you smoothly through the entrance, his hand holding yours as you walked up the stairs in your heels. The city lights twinkled around you, setting the perfect mood for the evening.

When you made it to the table, everyone was already waiting, Ayan and Morgan squealed in excitement the moment they saw you, rushing to hug you.

"You look amazing!" Ayan said, practically bouncing on her heels as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

Morgan stepped back to admire your outfit with a knowing smile. "How's Ben behaving?"

"Trust me, he's already a challenge," you replied feigning annoyance, earning a playful giggle from the two of them before they caught you up on recent gossip.

The boys, of course, couldn’t resist teasing Ben the moment he arrived. Taylor clapped him on the back while Frances laughed, giving him a knowing look.

"So... you finally made it official," Taylor teased, drawing out the word with a grin.

Frances grinned. "Big Ben’s had this all under control, right? Didn't need a little push from us? At all?" He threw a playful punch at Ben’s arm.

"Yeah, yeah," Ben said with an eye roll, but his smile betrayed him. "Now you guys can all stop making fun of me!"

Settling into your seats with Ben beside you, the night was filled with laughter and conversation, the six of you effortlessly clicking as a group. You could feel the warmth from Ayan and Morgan, who made you feel like you’d been part of their circle for ages. The easy, fun, teasing banter between everyone only made the night more fun, and as you sipped on cocktails and shared tapas, you couldn’t help but glance over at Ben every now and then, feeling the pull between you two all over again.

The table was lively as usual, laughter spilling over from one side to the next. Frances and Taylor had already made it a mission to tease Ben relentlessly.

“You know, I’m glad you’ve finally got a date,” Taylor said with a smirk, swirling his wine. “For a while, we were worried you were just gonna hang around like a lost puppy.”

Frances chimed in, throwing a playful arm around Ayan. “Yeah, man, it’s about time you stopped being the spare wheel. Now you’re in.”

Ben rolled his eyes but squeezed your hand. “You guys act like I was suffering. I’m pretty sure Y/N was worth the wait.”

Morgan chimed in. “Oh, don't worry Ben, we tease because we care. But seriously, you were giving big lone wolf, single energy for a while. It’s nice to see you two together. You’re like, the new ultimate power couple.”

Ayan nodded, glancing between you and Ben with a smile. “Seriously, though. We all knew it was only a matter of time. And I gotta say, Y/N, you bring out a whole new side of him.”

You laughed, raising a brow as you turned to Ben. “A new side? Should I be worried?”

Ben grinned, shaking his head. “Nothing you can’t handle, I promise.”

As the night continued, the conversation drifted between shared stories of travel, upcoming tournaments, and off-court gossip. Dinner had been fun, the usual banter between your friends, but that one offhanded comment had sucked the air right out of the room for you.

“So, Y/N,” Frances grinned, swirling his whiskey glass, “you ready for the Open? It’s gonna be tough seeing Navarro again after she got the best of you last time, huh?”

Your eyes went wide for a moment before you laughed it off, taking a small sip of your drink and brushing it aside as if it hadn’t landed as a smack with the weight of a brick. "It was just one match," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. But the words felt hollow in your mouth.

But inside, everything collapsed.

Navarro hadn’t just beaten you. She’d dismantled you. Something over the past few months felt like a mental block, like you were slowing down but this match? It didn't just slow you down, it blew you out of the water completely. Her aggressive baseline play came with heat, her ability to push you wide on every shot, forcing you to scramble and defend, and it all came rushing back. You could rewind the entire match all over again in your head, watching points fly from you. You had no answer to her consistency, her precision. And her serve, you could still feel the frustration of trying to return them, each one faster and sharper than the last. Your own serve had crumbled under the pressure, double fault after double fault.

What was worse was you remembered how the crowd had watched you, narrow-eyed, the press merciless afterwards, dissecting every moment of your failure. You’d walked onto the court that day full of confidence, only to be torn apart and exposed, your weaknesses on full display.

That match haunted you, but you hadn’t allowed yourself to dwell on it or process it. Instead, you buried it beneath a whirlwind of distractions; endless empty hours of practice, late nights out at clubs, and drinks flowing as you tried to drown the doubt. Social media posts curated to show your best self, brand deals, and sponsorships filling your time so you wouldn't have to confront the anxiety gnawing at the edges. You hid behind the glamour, the glitz, pretending the loss hadn’t rattled you completely to your core. But sitting here at the dinner table, with your friends blissfully unaware of the storm inside you, the weight of that memory clawed its way back up and sat in your throat heavy. Every buried doubt, every insecurity, came crashing down, no longer masked by the carefully crafted image.

You smiled through it all and nodded along with the conversation, but your mind was lost, rehashing every single moment.

The taxi ride back was quiet. Ben, ever observant, didn't take long to notice the shift in your mood. He reached for your hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of it. "Hey, you alright?" he asked softly, his voice gentle, concern etched on his face.

You gave him a half-hearted smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "Yeah, I’m fine," you replied, but the quiver in your voice betrayed you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned away, facing the low hum of the city through the window.

Ben wasn’t buying it. He squeezed your hand a little tighter, his voice steady and tender, with a small smile. "Come on, baby. Talk to me. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You hesitated, your thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess. But Ben’s gaze never wavered, his eyes searching yours, not for the athlete, not for the public persona, but for you.

And just like that, the dam broke out from your lips.

“Ben... I—” You swallowed hard, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you’d been carrying. “That silly, stupid comment Taylor made about my last game, it just... It hit me harder than I thought-"

"Do you want me to get an apology?” he asked, his thumb brushing your chin, his expression caught between worry and protective anger.

You shook your head and sighed, shutting your eyes. "N-no, Ben. It's true, you know? I don’t feel like myself anymore. Tennis has always been who I am. And after that match against Navarro, well even a bit before that, everything just... fell apart. I don't even know who I am off the court.”

Ben turned toward you, his full attention on you now, his hands never leaving yours. He didn’t say anything, didn’t interrupt, he just let you speak, let the words spill out.

“I’ve always been so sure, so confident," you continued, your voice trembling. "I’d walk onto the court knowing I could beat anyone, or at least put up a good fight. I used to own that space. But then when it came to Navarro... she broke me. That match wasn’t just a loss. It was...embarrassing, humiliating. Every serve, every swing, it all felt wrong like my own body was betraying me. I could feel everyone watching me crumble.”

Your hands trembled as you spoke, your throat tightening, but Ben’s thumb never stopped its soothing circles on your knuckles. He was quiet, and patient, like he understood this moment wasn’t about fixing anything, it was about you finally letting it out, letting you be vulnerable and freeing your mind to him.

“I used to brush off bad days, but now... now I’m terrified. Every time I pick up my racket, I think about that match, how she exposed me, how I couldn’t handle it. I’m supposed to face her again, and I... I don’t know if I can do it.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you tilted your head back, trying not to lose it completely. "If I lose tennis, Ben... I think I'll lose myself. It’s not just a game for me. It’s everything. Without it, I don’t know who I am.” Your voice cracks into a soft whisper as your lip trembles.

Ben leaned in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and your nose, grounding you in the moment. His hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer until your head rested against his chest.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his breath warm against your hair. “I love you, so, so, so much. And not because of what you’ve accomplished, or your ranking, not because of tennis, or your titles, not because of your brands or sponsors. I love you. The person who’s real and flawed and strong as hell, even when you don’t feel it. The girl that keeps me on my feet, leaves me wanting for more and makes me feel like I have the whole world in my hands. Because you are my whole world, you've become that for me. I’m grateful that you’re open and raw with me, but seeing you so hurt and scared breaks my heart. I just want to hold you and make everything right again. You don’t have to face this alone, baby. You have me, I’m here for you, always. No matter what”

He gently cupped your face, turning you toward him so your eyes met. “You are more than a match. So, so much more. Navarro didn’t break you. She might’ve shaken your confidence, but that’s all. You’ve built your entire life on your talent, skill and hard work, and one bad match doesn’t erase that. You’ve been through rough times before, and you always come out stronger, baby”

You shook your head slightly, doubt still tugging at you, your eyes wide and watery, as you pouted softly. “What if I’m not good enough anymore?”

Ben smiled softly, brushing away a tear from your cheek. “You are more than good enough. I see the way you light up when you talk about the game, but I also see you. The Y/N who wakes me up with kisses, who dances around the kitchen, the Y/N who’s so smart and who cares so much about the people around her. Tennis is a part of you, but it doesn’t define you. You define you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, his presence comforting in a way nothing else had been. The tension in your chest loosened ever so slightly as you exhaled a shaky breath, resting your head against his shoulder, and squeezing your eyes shut.

“And listen,” he continued, his voice soft but sure, “when you step back on that court, it’s not just about proving anything to Navarro or to anyone else. It’s about showing yourself what you’re capable of. You’ve always been a fighter, Y/N. And I know, no matter what happens, you’ll come through and rise up.”

In the quiet of the taxi, you felt the weight on your chest begin to lift, if only a little. You curled into Ben, his hand still tracing comforting patterns along your back. For the first time in a long while, you felt seen, not as the athlete, not as the image the world expected, but as you.

By the time you got back to the hotel, exhaustion and emotion hit hard. You kicked off your heels at the door, plopping onto the sofa as the weight of everything finally crashed down on you. You let your hair down from its ponytail, feeling it cascade over your shoulders as you sighed and placed your head in your hands. The tears came without warning, silent, but heavy. They rolled down your cheeks as you sat there, your shoulders slumped, the muffled rush of your own breathing the only sound as you tried to hold it together.

Ben sat beside you, his arms wrapping around you like a lifeline. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to fix it, he just held you close, his presence a quiet comfort in the storm of emotions. After a few moments, he pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of it grounding you just enough.

“You don’t have to carry all of this on your own,” he murmured softly. “I know it’s hard, but you don’t have to face it yourself.”

You swallowed hard, another wave of emotion swelling in your chest. His words felt like a release valve, a safe place to let go. “I just... I don’t know how to shake this,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “It’s like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to come up for air.”

Ben pulled you onto his lap with his arms still holding you, his thumb brushing gentle strokes along your skin. “I’ve seen you do incredible things, Y/N. You’re not lost, you’re just stuck. And tomorrow, we’ll get back on the court. Together. I’ll help you, okay? We’ll figure this out, step by step.”

You looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of frustration or obligation. But all you saw was softness, sincerity, his deep, brown eyes full of unwavering care for you. A shaky breath left you as the idea of getting back on the court with him settled in. “You sure?” you asked, the vulnerability in your voice raw. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Oh please, you’re never a burden,” he said, his lips brushing against your hair as he kissed the top of your head a few times. “We’ll work on your serve, your shots. Whatever you need.”

You nestled into Ben's chest, your body still trembling slightly from the release of emotions, but now, with him holding you, the weight seemed just a little lighter. You sighed, his warmth surrounding you like a cloud, which made you plant a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek as you studied his face. Ben chuckled, a low, comforting sound that vibrated through you as he hugged you even tighter.

“You keep looking at me like that with those big puppy eyes, and I’m gonna think you’re trying to butter me up,” he teased, mischief dancing in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You shook your head gently, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe I am,” you murmured. “Is it working?”

He grinned, tilting his head as if pretending to consider it. “Hmm, maybe,” he said, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses, your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, until you burst out laughing, squirming in his lap.

“Ben!” you giggled, trying to push his face away, but he just held you tighter, his laughter mingling with yours as he planted one last, exaggeratedly loud kiss on your cheek.

“There we go. That’s the smile I was waiting for,” he said softly, brushing away the remnants of your tears with his thumb. Then he added with a teasing grin, “God, you’re a pretty crier, you know that? Am I this whipped, or is your crying actually so beautiful to me?”

You laughed, feeling a blush creep to your cheeks despite the lingering sadness. “Really? You can’t give me a break from my beauty even when I’m a mess?”

His expression softened, and his voice dropped to a tender whisper. “You’re my beautiful mess, baby. You're stronger than you think. Tomorrow’s just another step, and I’ll be right there with you through all of it Y/N. But tonight... let’s take it easy, okay?”

You nodded, the vulnerability in your chest easing as you nuzzled into him, letting his reassurance sink in. “Okay. But only if you promise to keep the kisses coming. I don’t actually mind them that much.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. “Oh, trust me, I have plenty more where those came from.”

You laughed again, feeling lighter as the weight of the day was lifted and shared. With a final few kisses, he shifted, pulling you closer into a cocoon of warmth, your head resting on his chest as his fingers gently played with your hair.

“Let’s order room service—some sweet little treat or whatever you call it. I know you’ve got a weakness for ice cream.”

You tucked your face into his neck, hiding a smile. “Alright, but only if you promise to share.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll have some ice cream, watch the fuckin' dumbest movie we can find, and tomorrow, we’ll tackle the court together.”

You nestled deeper, his warmth surrounding you as the heaviness of the day slowly faded. He stroked your hair gently, his thumb tracing calming circles on your back.

“How do you always know exactly what to say and do?” you mumbled against him, your voice soft, exhaustion still lingering at the edges.

Ben chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “It’s a talent,” he teased. “But you’re easy to read. I’ve got my boyfriend role down to a T. Ice cream and kisses are my foolproof pick-me-up.”

You lifted your head to look at him, a smile on your tear-stained face, finding him unbelievably sweet. There was something timeless about his words as if twenty years down the line, he would still have you like this. You held his face and kissed him deeply, feeling his giggle in the kiss. Overwhelmed by his love, you wanted him to feel it too.

The two of you shared ice cream and silly banter, the tension of the day slowly dissolving into warmth, laughter, and love. As the night deepened and the movie ended, the ice cream tub empty, you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you had in a long time, safe in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow brought, Ben would be right there beside you, helping you every step of the way.

The next morning, Ben stayed true to his word. You hit the courts just as the first light of dawn brushed the horizon, the air crisp and cool. Though you were still shaking off sleep, Ben seemed full of peppy energy, tossing you your racket with a grin. “Alright, superstar, let’s see what you’ve got!”

You lined up, feeling the familiar weight of the racket in your hand, but the first serve fell flat, hitting the net. You frowned.

The next few tries weren’t much better, either flying out of bounds or clipping the net. Frustration bubbled up, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “I can’t get it right.”

Ben walked over with a few more balls, calm as ever. “You’re tense,” he said softly, his hands finding your waist again. “You’ve been in your head too long, baby. You need to feel the court, not force it. Breathe, take it easy and try again.”

You rolled your shoulders, trying to loosen up, but your mind was still spinning. “It’s just not coming back,” you muttered, frustrated.

Ben didn’t respond right away, just came up behind you, his presence a steady comfort. “Let me help,” he said, his voice soft. His hands guided yours on the racket, adjusting your grip before sliding down to your hips. “It’s not all in the swing. It’s in how you use your whole body, how you shift and follow through. Let the court come to you.”

His hands lingered, his chest pressed against your back, steady and sure, as he tilted your hips slightly, helping you find your balance again.

“You know this court, star,” he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. “It’s yours. Remember how it feels under your feet.”

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes for a second, trying to push the frustration away. Ben’s voice, his touch, helped as both a guide and a distraction. When you opened your eyes again, you focused as tension had begun to ease. You served, this time letting the movement flow through you. The ball cut through the air cleanly, landing near the baseline. There was no power struggle, no overthinking, just instinct.

“That’s it, baby” Ben murmured smiling, watching you. “Feel that? You’re not forcing it. You’re moving with the court.”

You started again, focusing less on hitting a hard serve and more on control, allowing the court to guide you. Each serve felt more natural and precise. Ben stood right beside you, offering gentle corrections, praise, and soft, reassuring touches. His hand rested on your lower back, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending tingles through you. You’d be lying if you said coach Ben wasn’t just a little sexy in his element, the way he moved with confidence and authority, every glance filled with admiration and encouragement. He noticed the blush creeping up your cheeks, and a knowing smirk spread across his face, making your heart race even more.

As the session went on, you felt yourself loosening up bit by bit, your body remembering what it was capable of. The court started to feel familiar again, like an extension of yourself. The frustration melted away as you explored each corner, reclaiming your space, and rediscovering the rhythm of your game.

“You’re getting it back,” Ben said softly, stepping closer to brush a light kiss on your temple, his eyes filled with pride. “Little by little, you’re taking control. Good job, star.”

With each swing, you felt more confident. The serves landed deeper and accurately, and you were no longer second-guessing and stalling yourself. It was like the mental block that had blocked your game was lifting. You were in control, not just of the ball, but of the court and of yourself. The sensation was exhilarating, like finding something deeply familiar yet long forgotten.

Ben grinned, watching you get into the groove of it. “That’s my girl,” he nodded, walking over to plant another soft kiss on your forehead. His touch was gentle, his presence grounding. “See? You’ve had it in you all along, babe”

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of his encouragement seep into your skin. The court was yours again, bit by bit. Each serve became more fluid, more instinctive until you weren’t thinking at all, just playing.

By the time you finished, your muscles were tired, but your spirit was light. You collapsed onto the court bench, breathless but smiling wide. Ben sat next to you, tossing a towel over your head with a playful chuckle. “Not bad, star,” he teased, his arm slipping around your shoulders, pulling you close.

You pulled the towel off, laughing softly, leaning into him. “Not bad? I’m just getting started.”

Ben chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead, his voice low and full of pride. “You’re ready, babe. Navarro won’t know what hit her.”

You tilted your head up toward him, your heart swelling with the warmth of his support, his belief in you. “Thanks, Ben,” you whispered, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

He smiled down at you, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Don't thank me, you're my star. You always had it in you, you just needed to be woken up. You’ve got this.”

As you settled into the comfortable silence, you couldn’t help but smile at him a little. “You know, you were kind of, well really, hot when you were coaching me back there.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh really? Didn’t know you were into coaches,” he replied, leaning closer with a playful glint in his eye.

You felt heat flooding your face as you tried to maintain your composure. “What can I say? I guess I’m a little hot and bothered by a guy who knows what he’s doing.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hmm, maybe you should forget more moves so I can show you how to do them, and some more,” he teased, winking.

Feeling a rush of flustered energy, you tossed the towel at him playfully. “Shut up, Ben!”

He caught the towel with a laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Before you could react, he leaned in, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer. His lips brushed against yours in a teasing kiss, warm and lingering.

“Just so you know,” he murmured against your lips, a playful smile dancing on his face, “I won’t tease you... for now.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through as you quickly picked up your bag and darted away, glancing back at him with a cheeky grin. “Catch me if you can!”

Ben laughed, instantly springing into action, his competitive spirit kicking in as he chased after you. You could hear his footsteps pounding behind you, and the thrill of the moment sent your heart racing.

You knew what lay ahead, your work was cut out for you, but this playful exchange filled you with renewed energy. With only a matter of days left to tighten up your game, you were ready to tackle it head-on, and with Ben by your side, you felt unstoppable.

The roar of the crowd felt distant as you walked through the tunnel and set your bag down, it was like background noise as you stepped up to the baseline.

You bounced the ball a few times, steadying your breath, closing your eyes and remembering to feel the court. For the first time in a long time, the nerves weren’t overwhelming. The fog that had clouded your mind for so long had finally lifted. You could feel it, the control, the power, the pure joy of being here again.

You looked across the net at Emma Navarro. She was focused, her eyes sharp, but you weren’t intimidated. Not anymore.

You tossed the ball up, your body moving fluidly. The serve was powerful, and precise, landing just inside the line. Navarro barely managed to reach it, her return shaky, and you pounced on the ball with ease, sending a clean shot down the sideline. Point, yours.

As the game continued, you could feel yourself loosening up even more, the flow of the game taking over. You were back to being fluid. Each serve was strong, each shot deliberate. The crowd's cheers grew louder with each point you won, but your focus was laser-sharp. You were smiling, actually smiling, because, for the first time in a while, you were enjoying the game in full. Truly enjoying it.

Navarro, on the other hand, was starting to crack. Frustration etched itself onto her face as she missed returns, her shots hitting the net or flying wide. You could see it in her body language, the stiff movements, the clenched jaw. She screamed to herself after missing a particularly crucial point, her racket bouncing once on the ground in frustration. You remained composed, feeding off her energy but not letting it affect you.

You’d been there before, the frustration, the doubt, but today, you were on the other side of it. Calm. Confident.

The last point of the match came fast. Navarro’s serve was weak, and you returned it with a backhand that forced her wide. She scrambled, barely making it, sending a lob over the net. You didn’t hesitate. Stepping into position, you smashed the ball down with a powerful overhead. The crowd erupted, but you barely registered the sound. It was just you and the court, and that sweet feeling of victory settled over you like a warm glow.

Game, set, match—yours.

Navarro offered a tight, forced smile as you shook hands at the net. She was clearly upset, her frustration barely contained, but you didn’t linger on it. You had won. Not just the match, but the battle with yourself.

As you walked off the court, your body thrumming with the adrenaline of victory, the weight that had been hanging over you for months felt lighter. The pressure was still there, but now, you felt in control of it.

The tunnel to the locker room was quiet compared to the roaring arena. You rounded the corner, towel slung over your shoulder, your breath and heartbeat finally starting to steady. As you approached the locker room door, you stopped in your tracks.

There, sitting on the bench inside, was Ben.

He stood as soon as he saw you, a wide grin breaking across his face. He didn’t wait for you to say anything before he crossed the room and pulled you into his arms, holding you tight.

“You did it, baby,” he murmured into your hair, his voice warm with pride. “I knew you would.”

You buried your face in his chest, the exhaustion settling in, but there was also this overwhelming sense of relief and joy.

“I haven’t felt like that in so long,” you whispered, your voice muffled against him. “It felt... so right.”

Ben pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks gently. His eyes were soft, filled with so much love that it made your chest tighten in the best way.

“That’s because it was right. You were incredible out there. I’ve never been prouder of you, my star.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling at the nickname.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you said, your voice soft but full of truth.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back.

“I’ll always be here to help you get on your feet,” he said quietly, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that made your breath hitch. “No matter what. I’ll be right here, cheering you on, every step of the way.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of his promise settle deep within you. It wasn’t just about tennis anymore. It was about everything, the future, the ups and downs, the challenges and victories. And you knew, without a doubt, that Ben would be there through it all.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Ben’s grin softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulled you close again, his lips brushing your temple. “I love you too, star. More than you know.”

For a few moments, the two of you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading into the background. It was just you and Ben, your hearts beating in time, the promise of something stronger, something deeper, wrapped around you like a blanket of safety.

With his arm draped around your shoulders, the two of you walked out of the locker room, your heart lighter, your spirit soaring. The future felt wide open, full of endless possibilities and with Ben by your side, you were ready for all of it.

And just like that, the world melted away again, leaving only the two of you in that tiny bubble of love and safety, where nothing else mattered.

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