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lulunothulu · 2 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 is 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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redbullgirly · 10 months 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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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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charles_leclerc ❤️‍🔥

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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charles_leclerc 🫡

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!❤️‍🔥

BONUS

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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giveafike · 1 month 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.

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.

#benshelton #ben shelton #ben shelton x reader

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✸ ϑℓ‎ ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )ʃ official debut ; the park series ───── 010124 020124 030124 @ playlist idea

the park at starnoon is the official debut album of for romance's the star at noon, released january first 2024. the album's full tracklist would be performed at their debut showcase, known popularly as the first annual garden party. streamed on youtube ( and later made unavailable ) this was the stand in for an actual stage performance and music video — a fact many fans disliked and even questioned. this era would see the debut of the noonstar uniform—both loved and hated by aoi fans who miss the style of the earlier dresscode.

▊▍ also check out ⋆ᝆ : teaser one. teaser two. teaser three. article. debut showcase.

the garden party was the source of jealousy for the newly named fanbase, oddco. only few fans got to attend such an event, and all refused to share the details as it was a special promise they made with the stars. rosing, the head of aoi's fanclub, gushed all over twitter how friendly and sweet the members had been to her as they remembered her from their aoi days. they even spent more time with her after the event, talking for hours until they eventually had to leave. though, she said they gave her something special in return, she's refused to share what this special thing is. this account would set social media on fire with fans tagging for romance in posts to explain why only some were allowed to go to the event and why they'd removed the performance from youtube.

it seemed for romance regretted the decision or at the very least felt sorry for the fans that weren't invited to the garden party as mbc would air the garden party in three parts: the performances, the interviews, and the fan interactions. but it wouldn't just stop there. on february 1, the park at midmoon would be released and the next month they'd release the park on saturn. together, these two releases mark the people's edition of the park series.

on february 14, the birthdays of 4/5 of the members, the park at starnoon would be completely free to purchase. however, the free versions contained different inclusions from the paid versions. in the paid versions, people were surprised to find they'd received special hand written letters for the members, tailored for each individual.

on marchen's birthday, march 14, the people's versions would be free, with the paid versions differing from the free version in the same way.

notably, those at the garden party were given a different version of the park at starnoon. this version included the full version of the bunny hole track: sunset/sunrise that had caused so much discourse online. the park on saturn's paid version had the bunny hole track, as well, except it wasn't sung by any of the members. it was sung by a completely new person, leading lore fanatics to theorize this was another part of for romance's newest music project. still, no one could come up with the reason why noonstar would steal a song from a nobody group. during one of the interviews, marchen told fans regarding the single: "somethings fall down a bunny hole and get lost. i was just trying to help my missing piece."

this sparked rumors that many was tied to for romance, but their fans contested this, claiming that the band has always been funded by the wealthy members not for romance.

this would spark a fanwar with oddcos as they believed many's fans were acting too high and mighty for a group nobody listened to. in defense, many's fans would point out their nobody group had a song on their fav’s album. from there, as you can imagine, it would escalate 😭😭.

all tracks were produced, penned, and composed by the staff team — cloud in a bottle, the same staff that handled all of aoi's releases when they still existed.

▊▍ THE PARK AT MIDMOON ⋆ᝆ : SOMEBODY SAID ONCE. FIREFLIES IN A BOTTLE. SWEET MOONSET. CHERRY SWEET DAY. LOOKING GLASS.

▊▍ THE PARK ON SATURN ⋆ᝆ : YESTERDAY . WALK ON MEMORIES. DEATH OF EGO. LAPS AROUND SATURN. THE MOON WAS ONCE A STAR.

in the days of aoi, every track included a letter from for romance, highlighting how to navigate the story they were telling. with noonstar, for romance has abandoned this method deciding to put the story in the hands of the listener. as lore fans do, they conducted hour long streams dedicated to breaking up the story, mapping out where it started and ended, and exactly where all the members fit into it.

the park at starnoon is noonstar's official hello to the world, including a brief overview on their feelings of having to leave all those years ago. if starnoon is a hello, then midmoon is their goodbye, but this goodby isn't really a sad one. in fact, it's more of a see you soon echoing konfyt's earlier statement at the garden party: "i'll leave you a map on how to find me."

but what about the park on saturn? for fans, this is the album for the other selves of the stars that are on their own solo adventures on saturn—navigating a different space and time, far away from where they should be. it's still debated if these really are other selves or new people entirely, but the message is clear: noonstar is saying please come home. home that is officially called rosemary or maybe even the tower no one has ever seen.

‎ ∯. ⟢ ᨳ᭬(੭ ˊ ˋ)੭ㅤㅤ gift boxes ; the album inclusions

the park series has three official versions: starnoon, midmoon, and saturn. the albums were intended to be viewed as a gift from a friend hence why the albums are referred to as gift boxes. the gift boxes were shaped in a yellow moon, a green saturn, and a pink star. fans could pink to include a nightlight option, meaning their boxes would be made in a way that they could be reused as a hanging light in their rooms. fans could pick a usb drive or actual CD to include in their album. only the cd included a music video for each track on the park at starnoon, but the usb had an encrypted video for the bunny hole track which is counting down to 021425.

there were eighteen versions of the posters: each member received their own as well as a group photo. the posters would vary based on the albums, signifying they were taken at different locations in relation to the album's title.

the letters were individualized per consumer as opposed to per album version. at first, it was assumed that the letters were all the same, but when fans on pinknote compared the letters they were suprised at how different they were. all the letters were handwritten by the members. to this day, no one's certain how noonstar was able to individualize such thoughtful letters, but it definitely helped rack up album sales.

the storybooks were the most interactive of the albums. on for romance's website, fans could put together a picture story based on the images they could find on pinknote and noonstar's section of the website. when they albums were received, there'd be a "sweet treat" —a colorful jar full of small items noonstar had found on their adventures outside of rosemary. based on what fans included in their storybook, the treats would reflect the story. the storybooks featured keychains based on the member's items and were stored in a six ring binder, with a waterproof cover designed with a heart emblem. the pages were interchangeable allowing fans to trade pages with other fans, create their own pages online with the generators fans were coding, or purchase more pages from for romance.

the sticker sheet had three versions: space themed, bunny themed, and one that consisted of both.

lastly, pale pink is a special mask for romance created specifically for fans. the butterfly shaped item wasn't available in every album, and no one could figure out how exactly to get one. it was theorized the company was test running the product, seeing if it was something fans even wanted.

though, the free version of the people's editions included only the photocards and the CD a few fans had mentioned receiving extras. one, in particular, received a stuffed brown bunny from rabbit and a note saying: please take care of him until we can meet again.

#omg its finally out KLSDHFGCSAHJ #fictional idol community #fictional idol addition #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol #fictional idol group #idol au #idol oc #‎ ‎ ⤿ ᕱᕱ ﹑ … soundtrack ⟢ ᦱ

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I would love to hear more of your thoughts on season 3.

i loooooooved season three. it was so wonderfully written and executed imo. many a spoiler under the cut

episode one where we actually got some back story????? amazing i loved it. the ayo directed episode????? BEAUTIFUL. my absolute fav. ik there's a lot of criticism about having not a lot of back story for other characters (like sweeps, manny, ebra, and angel) and i understand where people are coming from but also we didn't know a lot about others from the past couple seasons so i mean it's similar ish. and also i feel like having the faks get a lot of screen time was a little too much for me - the faks annoy me so it might just be me but idk. some of it felt like it contributed to the story but most of it didn't yk. also claire, i never liked claire but this season kinda felt like it was over doing it, constantly talking about her was very annoying and i don't remember any scenes with them (claire and carm) together after what happened in the fridge so that five minute scene with them making out felt very unnecessary and i debated skipping it. also there were a lot of flashbacks which wasn't always a bad thing there were just a lot of them. and i really liked the episode with sugar and donna, it felt really raw and i think it was beautifully written and truly showed generational trauma in an accurate way. AND TINA'S EPISODEEE. my baby i love her so much. her episode was truly amazing i think it's my favorite. and i loved seeing richie interact with eva again, i think they're just so sweet <333. and i also liked seeing sydney and luca interacting they were so cute. AND CARM GOING TO MIKEY FUNERAL BUT NKT GOING INTO THE CHURCH. i screamed. and carm and d*vid (nyc chef) interacting... and all of the parallels of them interacting and carm and syd was insane. it showed how much trauma and anxiety affects someone so much and how they treat other people as a result so well. i think this season was so beautifully executed i loved it sm it holds a special place in my heart. however, i was lowkey delirious when i first watched it (as it came out) so i don't remember much but ill watch it again soon (probably tuesday?) and ill write down my thoughts.

this season was so good and i do wish that there was more focus on other people but that was kinda the case for season two yk. anyways five stars i loved it.

also john cena as a fak was wild wtf.

here's some twitter (x) links that show my emotions perfectly:

ayo director debut

richie/carm fighting

claire/carm fridge thoughts

tomorrow, napkins, and ice chips

ayo and liza need all the awards for napkins

pete fan club

anyways lmk if you have requests for carm after season three lmao

#the bear #the bear fx #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich #natalie berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear season three spoilers #the bear season 3 #the bear spoilers

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

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June, 2023

The K-pop community is abuzz with questions and speculations as Chaeri, the only female member of BTS, and the leader of Ateez, Hongjoong, have not been seen together for quite some time. Adding to the intrigue, recent reports suggest that Chaeri's contract as Ateez's choreographer with KQ Entertainment has come to an end.

Fans are left wondering about the reasons behind Chaeri's departure from her role as the mastermind behind Ateez's captivating dance routines. While she proved her talent and left an indelible mark on the group's performances, the sudden silence surrounding her professional life is leaving many perplexed.

Furthermore, the once inseparable couple of K-pop is raising eyebrows with their apparent absence from each other's lives. No sightings, no public appearances together, and no social media interactions have fans concerned about the status of their relationship.

In a world where idols' every move is scrutinized, the mysterious circumstances surrounding Chaeri and Hongjoong's recent actions are only fueling the rumor mill. Fans are eager to know if there's a rift between the two or if they are merely keeping their personal lives private.

As the duo's fans eagerly await any updates or official statements, the K-pop world is on edge, hoping for clarity and reassurance. Until then, the question marks continue to grow, and the mystery deepens, leaving everyone to wonder what's next for Chaeri and Hongjoong.

Twitter: Search results on #Chaejoong

💭 The total lack of updates about Chaeri and Hongjoong is seriously, like, causing me to lose it! Seriously, somebody, anyone, pretty please, shower us with some news about our nation's couple 🥹

💭 I am totally convinced that they're taking a break from the spotlight to have some super sweet quality time together, just the two of them! 🥰💕 Ahh, my fangirl heart is bursting with happiness at the thought! 😻💖 I'm beyond excited for their comeback, 'cause I know they'll be back stronger and happier 🌟💪 Let's all send them all the love and support they deserve

💭 I can't even deal with the fact that Chaeri won't be Ateez's choreographer anymore ❤️‍🩹

💭 I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Chaeri and Hongjoong to surprise us with some good news soon! They've been through so much together

💭 It's strange not seeing them together lately. I hope they're both doing well and that their relationship is as strong as ever!

💭 I hope Chaeri's decision to leave the choreographer role was her own choice and not due to any conflicts with Hongjoong

💭 I hope the media will give them space and not speculate too much about their relationship. They deserve to have their privacy respected

💭 Honestly, I think Chaeri and Hongjoong would be better off without each other. They don't seem to fit together, and it's time they moved on

💭 I can't wait for them to break up. Maybe then we can stop hearing about their relationship and focus on the music

Hongjoong at the airport after the article was published

Twitter: Search results on #Chaejoong

💭 Hongjoong's response has me even more anxious. I hope everything's alright with Chaeri

💭 Those who are fans of Hongjoong know that that smile on his face is a facade. HE WAS REALLY NERVOUS

💭 Maybe it's just a private matter they don't want to share with the public. Let's trust they'll handle it together

💭 Stop saying he was upset because they broke up, the reporter was clearly invading his personal space and assuming false information, Hongjoong did wisely to ignore him

💭 I won't believe they broke up even if they release an official statement. they are THE match

💭 I hope they're taking care of each other. It must be hard for them to deal with rumors and speculation

💭 I hope Chaeri finally realized that she deserves better 🤡

💭 We should remember they're not obligated to share every aspect of their lives with us

Chaeri on Weverse

Bouncy Challenge

Comments section

💬 ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

💬 Yunho and Mingi don't care if their captain and Chaeri are still dating, they will keep being their babies 😩

💬 lets all clap for this woman who, before leaving her role, blessed all of us by putting together this choreo

💬 The fact that she can perform male group choreography better than men 😮‍💨💀

💬 we deserved a challenge with Chaeri and Hongjoong

💬 BABE WAKE UP CHAERI BOUNCY CHALLENGE JUST DROPPED

💬 I WANT THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF THIS TIKTOK

taglist: @alixnsuperstxr | @bts-dream | @enchantingbrowneyedgirl | @ycuvi | @cosmicwintr

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tloubrainrot · 1 year ago

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A taste of the sweet icing

WE APPRECIATE YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ OUR FIRST COLLABORATIVE FAN FIC!

MINORS DO NOT READ/INTERACT!!! If we catch you, you will be blocked immediately! EXPECT SEXUAL CONTENT!!

a/n: be sure to check out Vien (aka @dinaskiss on twitter!) We are very very grateful for them letting us use their art!

We have organized a playlist that we highly suggest to listen to while reading (songs listed below <3)

Witchfork - Nightgames

Back to you - The Driver Era

Her Body - Nasty Cherry

Euphoria - Dianna Lopez

Slither - DJO

Working at a bakery definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, but here you are. It’s your third year in college studying creative arts. You walked by the cutest bakery with your mom, in which she heavily pressured you to apply. You argued about it for a few weeks, but eventually gave in. I mean it is the perfect in between job for an upcoming artist.

Your boss, the owner of the bakery, was actually pretty chill for the most part. She’s always super tense, but it’s never been entirely unbearable. She would even occasionally help you with an art project.

Today wasn’t any different, you finished classes, then came straight to work. You’d almost always be a few minutes late but your boss, Ellie, never seemed to mind.

You walk in, and head to your locker to put on your apron.

“You’re late,” you hear a voice from behind you.

You turn around and see Ellie working in her office. “I’m always a few minutes late, I get here as soon as I can.” You look down at Ellie’s art work, it’s always so fascinating to watch her design the next cake. Sometimes you’ll even catch her doodling, which is still insanely good with the lack of effort.

“I know.. just be on time tomorrow. I really need to teach you how to ice your cupcakes better,” she states. Ellie doesn’t look up from her sketches.

“Are you saying there’s something wrong with the way I ice my cupcakes?” You say crossing your arms.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she looks up at you momentarily flashing a devilish smile.

You roll your eyes, and watch her sketch for a few more seconds, watching her veiny hands grip the pencil.

“Whatever you say, boss.” Ellie tenses up, narrowing her brows at you. You flash a smile in return.

You walk out of her office, to stock the display with cupcakes like you do every afternoon. After twenty careful minutes of choosing where each cupcake belonged, you stood up, crossing your arms, and admiring your hard work and creativity.

“That one should be here,” Ellie walks over from behind you, putting a hand on your waist to scoot by, her crotch grazing the back of your pants. She moves a singular cupcake to a different section. “Come on babe this isn’t rocket science.”

“Is it really that serious?” You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s always that serious sweetheart. Now do you mind icing the cookies for me?”

“I suppose so.”

Ellie lays out a sheet of cookies for you and hands over all the tools you’ll need. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” she hums. “I’ll be right over there if you need anything.”

You watch as Ellie walks across the room, putting on her apron and grabbing a cake pan. Every day, at the same time, she starts making her own cake for advertisement. You always like to watch her from afar. Not only do you love seeing how into she gets, she looks so good doing it. Today was especially fun to watch.

She wore a white wife beater tank, with a pair of jeans and black converse. Not far off from what she usually wears, but today she chose to wear a shirt that showed off her arms. You start to take notice of her veiny hands, handling her ingredients gently and swiftly.

You begin icing the cookies, however you never really got far. You’d ice one then look right back over at her. Ellie started whisking her batter, the mixing bowl in one arm and the whisk in the other hand. She mixed quickly, you found yourself drooling over her. Her toned muscles flexed with each stir and her grip on the whisk made you feel hot.

You wondered what it would feel like, or what her muscles would look like when she was pumping in and out of you. You shook those feelings and stared back down at your plate of cookies.

“Fuck.” You look back over at Ellie again. “Fuck me man.” Ellie attempts to wipe flour dust off of her. It had gotten everywhere, her apron, her shirt, her hands, some even resting adorably on her cheeks. It was honestly quite comedic.

“You alright there?” you chuckle softly. Ellie nods and laughs along with you. She takes off the apron, throwing it off to the side. She walks over to the sink and wets a paper towel, wiping her face. As she does her tank slightly rises, showing off her v-line. Your mind continued to wander. You wanted to lick every part of her. Leave kisses in every nook and cranny.

You cleared your throat, “you’ve still got flour on your shirt.”

Ellie looks down, “fuck.”

Ellie walks into her office, for which you assumed was to grab a shirt to change into. You continued icing the cookies. Finally finishing the last one, you look up to find Ellie.

You see her silhouette through the blinds. She takes off her shirt and tosses it on her desk. You couldn’t see her perfectly, but you knew what you were looking at. She turns her body slightly to the side, so you get a glimpse of the curve of her breasts. You knew it was wrong to look, but you couldn’t get yourself to look away. You imagined yourself fingering her, pressing down slightly on her lower abdomen to see how she’d react.

You watch the entire scene play out. She wipes her stomach with the same paper towel from before then quickly puts on her shirt. It was apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra, and for some odd reason that made your stomach turn. It felt odd thirsting over your boss, and you beat yourself up for even imagining her naked body.

Ellie walks out, with a new apron in hand. You glance down at her breasts momentarily, taking a peak at her hard nipples poking through her fresh black t-shirt. You were devastated to see the white tank go, but she made everything look good.

Ellie nods at you, before walking back to her station to finish baking. “Oh hey, uh i finished the cookies. Was there something else you wanted me to do?”

Ellie walks back over and looks over the cookies, nodding as she scans the plate. “Looks good..” “Mhm..” She would say, her hand grazing her chin.

“Yeah go ahead and put those on the counter and then come find me, I've got some things I wanna teach you,” she proceeded to say.

You do as you’re told, then find Ellie back at her baking station. “So.. what is it exactly that you’re teaching me?”

“I’m teaching you how to bake a cake,” she states as if it was obvious.

“Yeah but like, why? I know how to do all of this alr-“

“You could use some improvement,” she interrupts, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You nod slowly, definitely frustrated, but she was the boss after all. At the end of the day artists need to be good at taking constructive criticism. “Okay then.. what’s first.”

“We’ll start with icing.. and I don't mean icing a cake, I mean prepping the icing.” She puts the tip of the icing tube on then looks back up at you. “That’s something you lack, I notice you over fill it, then leave too many air bubbles.”

You nod along as Ellie speaks. She begins demonstrating and you don’t take your eyes off her hands for a second. She finishes filling it and ties the end off.

She looks back up at you, maintaining eye contact. “Just like that.. got it?” She licks the remaining frosting left on her fingertip, looking at you and waiting for a response.

“Mhm..” you wanted to say more, to express how grateful you were for her help. Your mind couldn’t even form the right words. You were starting to get nervous, and you're worried she could tell.

“Good, now icing the cake is the most important part. People only buy cakes that look pretty.” Ellie starts demonstrating again, icing only half the cake. Once she’s finished she looks over at you. “Any questions?”

You shake your head in response. “Great, go for it,” she says, handing over the icing.

“What, me? I don’t wanna fuck up the cake,” you say defensively.

She gestures the icing toward you again, “It’s not important, It’s just for practice.” You stand there for a moment looking at her before finally taking the tube of icing.

You start to decorate that cake in which Ellie taught you. “Mhm..” she would say, watching you.

“Like this?” You say looking up at her for approval.

“Close, fix this right here..” she says pointing.

“This?”

“No.. just..” She steps behind you positioning herself behind your body. She wraps her arms around you holding the tube of icing in both of your hands. She starts helping you ice the cake, guiding your every move. “You need to be more gentle, like this.”

Her voice is right next to your ear, it sends a shiver down your spine. Having her pressed up against you made you flustered.

“Mmm okay, I think I got it now,” you claimed.

“Okay good,” Ellie says, moving away from your body to stand next to you. You glance at her hips momentarily as she leans against the counter. Your mind was filled with explicit thoughts of her. You imagined taking her right here on that counter.

You imagined her clit rubbing against your thigh. One of her breasts in your mouth, and your hand gripping the other. You wondered what sounds she’d make. Would she whimper? How long would it take her to cum? How wet she’d be.

“Hey.. you good?” Ellie said, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah. m’ just stressed.. sorry.” You proceed to frost the cake, hoping it would finally be the way she expected.

“Hell yeah,” she smiled. “Just like that babe, good job” she said innocently. God that drove you crazy. Honestly that’s just the kind of personality she had. It wasn’t intended to be sexual or dirty at all, but fuck.. you wanted to make her say those words again. Just more.. breathy. Giving herself into you, and letting you take control.

“You’re doing so good, quick learner, hm?”

“You could say that,” you say, smiling at her. Her words make your knees feel weak, you imagine her saying those exact words to you while you are in between her legs, fucking her senseless.

“Alright well, good work today, we’ll go over some more stuff tomorrow,” she says, starting to clean up.

“Cool,” you smile at her. “Need help?”

“No it’s cool, go ahead and go up front and cover Jesse, he’s off in five.”

You nod and make your way up front. Walking out you see Jesse interacting with a customer. Their conversation quickly comes to an end and you send Jesse on his way.

It was unusually slow in the bakery today but you kinda enjoyed the quiet. You had gotten comfortable behind the counter, working on an art project in between checking people out.

The door dings and in walks a girl around your age, she looked super familiar. She approaches the counter, with a wide smile.

“Hey, how’s it going,” she says, putting both hands onto the counter.

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” I take a second to study her face, “You look familiar. Do I know you?” You couldn’t quite tell where you had seen her before, but you definitely enjoyed looking at her.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she smiles. “I’m Cat.” She extends her arm and shakes your hand. She was definitely a pretty girl, and she carried herself in a way that interested you.

“Wait, do you go to the art school down the street?” she questioned.

“Yeah actually, do you?”

“Yeah! Holy shit I remember you. We had that art history class together freshman year.” Honestly, how could you miss that? I mean it has been a couple years. Not to mention she’s gotten insanely beautiful since then.

Ellie walks in and starts putting things in the display cabinet next to you both, completely unfazed by the two of you.

“Wow, that feels so long ago,” you stated.

“It really does,” Cat agreed. “I honestly wish we stayed in touch.”

“Aw, me too Cat.” You look over at Ellie and see her looking up at you from the display case. She didn’t seem to take any interest before but suddenly she’s all ears.

“You know, it’s not too late.” Cat made sure to make direct eye contact, and glanced down at your lips a couple times. “Honestly I’d love to take you out this weekend.”

Ellie stands up from the display and looks over at Cat and nods, giving the fakest of all smiles. She starts taking inventory, but stays in close range to keep listening on.

“That sounds great, I’d like that,” you smile.

“Cool,” Cat says, flashing another wide smile. “Oh right, I almost forgot. So I’m having a small get together with my family tomorrow and we were interested in some sort of cake. Do you think I could put in an order for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Do you know what flavor y-“

You’re interrupted with the feeling of a hand grazing you. You look over at Ellie who is standing extremely close to you. Resting her hand on your lower back.

“We’re fully booked tomorrow, sorry.” Ellie looks at Cat blankly.

“Ellie, what are you-“

“Booked solid,” Ellie says shrugging.

“Oh,” Cat says. It was clear Ellie was making her uncomfortable, and frankly I wanted to disappear myself. “Alright then.. see you around,” she says nodding in your direction.

Cat leaves the store and you turn to face Ellie. “What the actual fuck?”

Ellie was already working on inventory, she didn’t even look back up at you to respond. “Hm?”

“Why did you turn her down? Don’t you like need customers to run a damn business?”

“I didn’t like her energy.”

“What the hell are you talking about Ellie?” you spoke. It was really pissing you off how unfazed Ellie was. Not even looking up at you for a second.

“It’s not that serious. It’s my business, I run it how I please,” Ellie states. She finally looks up at you. “Something came up, I have to cater a wedding reception tonight so I won’t be able to close. Do you mind locking up for me?”

You roll your eyes, but Ellie didn’t seem to notice. “Sure whatever.”

“Thanks,” she says, leaving for her office.

Several minutes of cleaning pass and Ellie finally returns with her backpack, ready to go. “Alright, I’m heading out.” she says slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Call if there’s an emergency, cool?”

You nod in her direction, “mhm, yeah.” Honestly you were still kinda pissed at her, but at the end of the day it was her business. “Have a good night.”

Ellie looks back at you from the door, “You too babe.” She exits the store, leaving you all by yourself. Closing was honestly a lot of fun for you. Ellie always allowed you to take a few cupcakes home for closing, so it was something you always looked forward to.

You started playing your own music throughout the store. Cranking up the volume to make cleaning a little more bearable. The worst part about closing was always the fuck load of dishes that piled up.

An hour and a half pass of cleaning and you switch off the lights, along with the radio. You happily skip the entire way to your bag to fetch the keys to the store. You grab your bag, digging through your school supplies and random shit you were too lazy to take out.

You searched your bag for several minutes, searching for the keys but you never found them. You panic, searching the entire store. Looking through every single possible place it could be.

No fucking keys.

You stare at your phone, debating whether you should call Ellie, or just end your life right then and there.

You pick up your phone, searching through your contacts until you reach Ellie’s. You start to call her, pressing your phone to your face anxiously. “She’s gonna fucking kill me.”

The phone rings for a few seconds until Ellie picks up. “Yeah babe? Are you okay? What’s going on.” You felt so fucking bad, you could tell she was worried for your well being. Her mind didn’t go to irresponsibility. She clearly thought you were unwell or unsafe in some way.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You pause trying to find the right words to say. “Ellie, I’m really sorry.”

You can hear Ellie sigh through the phone, voices of the wedding attendees muffled in the background. “What did you do?”

“I lost the keys to the store,” you say quietly.

“God damn it, are you sure? How the hell could you be so irresponsible?”

“I- I don’t know, i thought I had them in my bag,” you say attempting to defend yourself.

“I don’t wanna hear it..” She pauses for another moment, giving herself time to think. “I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

“I’m sorry.” Ellie quickly hangs up the phone, leaving you with your own thoughts.

Twenty minutes came quicker than you wanted it to. You hear the door open and you walk out from the break room. You hear a bag plop onto one of the tables in the lobby.

You walk out and see Ellie, grabbing her keys from her backpack. “Ellie i’m really sorry I don’t-“

“Do you have any idea how much money I lost for this?”

“No, but-“

“I’m talking,” she interrupts. “I used to think you messing shit up was cute but I’m getting really fucking tired of it.”

“Ellie, I really didn’t mean to do this. It’s not my fault.”

“How isn’t this your fault? This is your responsibility.” she says, crossing her arms.

“Jesus Ellie what more do you want me to say?” “If I’m such a fuck up, just fire me.”

“God damn it, you’re so fucking bratty.” She throws her keys on the floor near by. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“I’m not bratty Ellie-“ Your eyes go wide, glancing over at Ellies keys nearby. “You’re scaring me.”

She clenches her fists for a brief second, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looks back up at you. “Fuck it.”

Ellie makes her way over to you, pulling you in. She holds your face in her hands, looking into your eyes. Your lips are only inches apart. “Just shut the fuck up.” She closes the gap between your lips, only coming up for air to look back at you.

Your hands get comfortable tangled in her hair, as she roams your body with her hands. She walks you back, until your back hits the counter. She props you up, lifting you onto the counter by your ass.

“Fuck..” she breathes out. She starts to unbutton her shirt, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck as she does. Ellie grips onto your neck, kissing you lower and lower down your neck. “Take this shit off.”

You prop your ass up, allowing Ellie to fully slip off your pants. She rubs you through your drenched underwear, which only leaves you craving more.

“God..” you breathe out desperately.

“How long have you been dying to fuck me, hm?” She whispers in your ear, while noticing how wet you are.

“So fucking long Ellie” you say through sounds of whimpers.

Ellie looks up at you and grins, still rubbing your clit over your panties. “You know? I see the way you look at me everyday. Just begging to be able to touch me, aren’t you?”

You nod, moaning into Ellie’s ear each time she grazes over where you need her most. “Please Ellie.. more. I need you.”

“God baby, you have no idea how wet you’re making me, being so needy.”

She lifts your shirt up and over your breasts, taking one into her mouth. She moves your underwear to the side and starts fingering you slowly. “Fuck Ellie,” you moan out. You manage to slip Ellie’s pants off, slipping her boxers down until they fall at her ankles. You push her closer to you by wrapping your legs around her hips.

“Please, please baby,” you whimper, letting go of her hips and spreading your legs further to allow her more access.

“So eager.”

Ellie grabs your legs up on the counter for easier access. She slips a finger inside of you, you immediately clench around her, watching as her fingers pump in and out of you. “i’ve been wanting this for so fucking long, dreamt about it.” You say between moans. Ellie gets closer and buries her face in your neck as she’s pounding you slowly and kissing your neck.

“So have i, thought about it often, touched myself to the thought.” You let out a filthy moan in response. You get wetter and wetter and it’s obvious how bad you need her. Ellie chuckles when she feels you dripping on her fingers.

“Like the thought of me fucking myself, baby? Bet you wish you were fucking me like this, hm?”

“Yes, so badly. Fuck. Faster, please.” you bite your lip. Ellie pushes you closer with one arm and starts picking up the pace with the next, she also adds a finger or two, which slip in easily. She changes the angle so her fingers are now deeper inside you. She goes faster, not a second passing between every thrust. She bites at your neck hard, one hand grazing your nipple and the other pumping inside you.

“Feels so g-good, love when you fill me up.” Ellie lets out a sultry moan against your neck.

“You’re so fucking hot”. She stops thrusting and starts curling her fingers inside you, hitting your spot repeatedly. You moan with every move. “I’m close, I'm so close, Ellie.”

“Bet you can’t make me cum like this” She smirks before she sends you over the edge. You moan loudly against her. Your cum flows out of you, wetting Ellie's forearm. “Fuck yes baby, come for me. Just like that.”

You’re out of breath, you’ve never came so hard in your life, and you’d do it again because of how good Ellie’s fingers felt destroying you. You sit like that for a few seconds, catching your breath.

“Let me fuck you.” you pleaded “Want it so bad, been wanting it.”

“Say please.”

“Please.. Ellie.. I wanna feel you. I wanna see how wet you are. I wanna taste you.”

Ellie moans in your ear listening to all the things you wish to do to her. You felt her leaning into you, her body getting heavy.

“I can see how bad you need me Ellie.. give in.” You lean closer into her ear and whisper, “Let me take care of you baby.”

“Fuck, now.” she whines.

You grin, standing up and switching places with Ellie. It turned you on how quickly she gave into you. You lifted her sports bra up over her head, following with kisses all over her chest. You sucked on her breast, savoring the image she made with her mouth propped open. “Oh god,” she moaned.

You took your time, waiting for the perfect moment to finally touch her sopping wet core. Ellie spread her legs underneath you. In which you looked down, finally getting a full view of her dripping cunt. “So fucking pretty,” you said, biting your lip then looking back up at Ellie. Her eyes, burning into yours.

She desires you, she needs you. Most importantly she fucking craved you, and only you. “Please, just touch me already,” she begged.

You lean closer into her, leaving only a few inches between you two. “I’m gonna savor every last fucking drop of you, got it?” You look back down at her pussy. “The more you rush me, the longer it’s gonna take.. understood?”

She nods, not daring to break eye contact.

“Say it.”

“I understand baby.”

You grin, “Good.” You kiss her neck, working your way up to the spot right behind her ear. “Now touch yourself.”

She looks at you, eyes widening. “What-“

“Do it.”

She props her hand up to better position herself. She sucks her fingers slowly and good, definitely on purpose to get a rise out of you. You groan at the sight.

“So pretty,” you say grinning.

“Now baby, let me see you.” She complies, resting her ring and middle finger lightly on her clit. You prop yourself down on your knees, allowing you to look up at her. Getting a view of every angle, every facial expression.

She fingers herself, looking straight at you. You watch as her chest rises and falls heavily. Wet sounds fill the room, but you both craved more.

She speeds up, fucking herself at a steady pace. “Mhm- baby.. I'm so wet.”

“I can tell,” you grin. “And all for me.”

You leave wet kisses on her thigh working your way toward her v-line.

“Fuck.. yes- more please”. Ellie gets frustrated and starts fucking herself faster and faster.

She spreads her legs further, letting you move closer and closer. You breathe against her clit, teasing her. She grabs your hair. “If you don’t fucking fuck me right now, you’re fired for sure.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh. Ellie pushes your weight up and on top of her with her legs. She gets her lips closer to your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl or not?”

Ellie grabs your waist harshly, creating a knot in your stomach.

“Yes, I'm your good girl.” You nod, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs apart.

You put two fingers inside her dripping cunt, moving in and out slowly.

“F-fuck, faster, now.”

“Hm? I didn’t hear a please.”

“Please, fucking.. faster. I cant wait any longer.”

You pick up your pace, fucking yourself into her. You watch as her perfect tits bounce before you. “So fucking wet El.”

You remove your fingers from inside her slowly. You drop to your knees again, face to face with her throbbing clit. “I wanna taste you” you say before your lips meet her bud.

“Fuckk..” Ellie buckles her hips against you. Throwing her head back in pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moan against her. You keep a steady pace, adjusting yourself to what makes Ellie feel her best. She looks down at you, grabbing a fist full of your hair. You circle her clit with your tongue repeatedly, finding a good rhythm, you also tease her folds, moving your tongue up and down. You then start to suck on her clit vigorously causing her to arch her back.

“So fucking good, f-fuck,” her moans were getting louder, her legs began to shake. She starts whimpering and moaning out your name. “I- I can’t take it.”

Ellie was nearing her orgasm, and you craved for more. More time with her. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably. “Baby.. don’t fucking stop.. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You continue, sucking on her sensitive bud for a few more moments before pulling away.

“What the fuck?” She grunts, whining deeply.

“You think I’m done with you? Hm?” You stand back up to get closer to Ellie. You slap her pussy making a loud wet noise. “Stand up.” Ellie twitches underneath your hand. A soft whimper leaves her lips.

You guide Ellie down onto the floor, and lay down right along with her. “I need you to fuck yourself on my tongue” you order. Ellie kisses you deeply, letting out a deep whimper, a sound that sent vibrations through your body.

“Yes, ma’am” She says against your lips, smirking.

“I need you to cum on my face.”

“Oh you need it, hm?” She chuckles lowly as she moves to straddle your face. She looks like an absolute vision from this angle, her wet cunt so close to your mouth, her abs flexing as she hovers above you. Pieces of her hair stick to her forehead as she stares down at you, pupils so big you can barely see the green anymore.

“Fuck- yes, babe” you all but moan, hands circling her thighs as you try to push her down onto your mouth. She resists, though, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you back from her pussy as you huff impatiently against her clit.

“Beg for it” she smirks, one hand snaking down to spread herself open as she pulls your hair tighter.

“Please Ellie, please let me make you cum I promise I’ll be so go-mmf!” You’re cut off as she pushes your face into her, sighing in relief as you begin to eat her out again.

“Fuck, I- I can’t get enough of your pretty little mouth” she moans loudly as she begins to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first but quickly devolving into wild thrusts that leave you almost unable to breathe.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip as she picks up her pace, groans of your name and sloppy wet sounds echoing around the store. Your hands leave her strong thighs so you can play with her tits, pinching her nipples and groaning in unison with her, at the way she clenches on your tongue at the action.

“S’fckingood” you mumble against her, the vibrations of your words against her clit make Ellies legs shake, her head thrown back in pleasure as she continues to use you however she wants.

“Yeah? You like that? Just laying there and taking it while I use you to get off?” You nod desperately at her words, your thighs pressing together and eyebrows furrowing as you focus all your energy on making her cum. “Course you do, dirty fucking girl”

You moan against her, the taste of her heavy on your tongue as you try your best to breathe through your nose. “M’ so f-fucking close baby shit”

An idea pops into your head as you move your hands from her tits to her back, pushing her forward roughly. She catches herself on her hands, and before she can open her mouth to scold you you’re slipping a finger into her dripping hole.

The sound that leaves her is almost pornographic as her hand flies back into your hair.

“O-oh fuck m’- god- m’ gonna cum!” she groans lowly as you continue to pump in and out of her, jaw aching from how hard she's fucking your face. “I’m c-cumming ohmygod I-”

Her hips stutter as she holds you against her. You can’t breathe at all, lungs burning slightly as her thighs press against your ears. Even though you can’t breathe, if the way you’re supposed to die is stuck between your insanely hot boss's legs, you’ve made peace with it. You lick her clean, every drop as she twitches around your mouth.

Ellies legs tremble as she lifts herself off of you, her hand slipping out of your hair as she climbs off your mouth and hand. Your entire lower face is drenched, along with your fingers, and you smile up at her dumbly as she sits down on the couch and pats her thighs, asking you to come join her.

You must be moving too slow because, like the impatient girl she is, she grabs your waist and yanks you towards her with ease. You laugh as you adjust yourself on her lap, wrapping your legs around her and burying your face in her neck. She grabs you by the chin, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before smiling against your mouth.

“Think that friend of yours could have done all that?” Ellie chuckles, her hand on the side of your thigh. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“You know damn well the answer to that.”

“I wanna hear you say it though.”

You move your lips closer to her ear to whisper. Your hands on her neck. “No, she wouldn’t have been able to wreck my pussy like you did.”

It’s evident your words affect her by the way she squeezes your thigh much harder. “You don’t want to get me started again.” She groans, kissing you deeply, biting your lip and then stopping. She props you off her and gets up, putting her clothes back on. She spanks you playfully. “We should find the keys now, shouldn’t we?”

#ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie smut #tlou #switchellie

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seeyal8r · 4 months ago

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@SEEYAL8R JUST POSTED! - KOREA’S SWEETHEART HEATHER LEE MAKES HER BROADWAY DEBUT AS EURYDICE IN HADESTOWN

Dear lovebirds and drama junkies,

Our girl Heather Lee, Korea's fav little songbird, just got announced as the new Eurydice in the Broadway musical Hadestown! You should be buzzing with excitement right now! If you're clueless about why this is huge, let me break it down for you: Heather has been dreaming of her Broadway debut since she was a toddler. Becoming an idol wasn’t even on an option for her. It was pure luck that a staff member from Hidden Entertainment discovered her vocal talent at their daughter's high school musical. If it weren't for that, Heather might never have become the superstar she is today. Crazy, right?

Heather was beyond excited this past Tuesday. She went live on Instagram right after her first official performance with the Hadestown cast, and honestly, she hasn’t looked this happy in ages. She spent some time answering fan questions, and even had her co-star Jordan Fisher pop in briefly to shower her with compliments, praising all the hard work Heather put into rehearsals. Like I said, the livestream didn’t last long because Heather wanted to hit the streets, interact with the crowd, and personally thank fans who traveled all the way to NYC to support her Hadestown debut.

TikTok blew up with videos of fans meeting Heather outside the stage door, where she signed playbills and shed a few tears of joy at the overwhelming reception from the audience. Twitter was buzzing too, praising Heather’s sweet yet heart-wrenching approach to her character and her powerful vocals. Overall, Heather’s Broadway debut has been an absolute success!

Now, onto the news that concern us fans. According to the musical's website, Heather made her debut last week and will be performing in Hadestown until the first week of September. This means she won't be joining the group's summer promotions. Except for a possible gig with L8RBOY at this year’s Waterbomb Festival, our girl is spending the whole summer in New York.

Sorry for the late update, but what can I say? Dreamquest has been taking all my attention lately. With Hana’s disastrous ranking and Lo’s completely unnoticed appearance in the first episode—resulting in an even worse ranking than her former groupmate—, it's been hard to focus on anything other than the show's drama and what’s next for our two favorite sidelined girls.

So, here’s your daily reminder: don't give up on them! Keep cheering for Hana and Lo in the competition. Let’s help get them out of Hidden's basement for once and for all.

★﹐୨🍓୧﹒ HEATHER’S TAKE ON WAIT FOR ME (REPRISE) ON HER DEBUT NIGHT:

Leave a comment here! Send some love to our beloved sweetheart. See ya later!

#🍓 ˖ ࣪ see ya! ࣪ ★ ₊˚﹒⤻ heather #🍓 ˖ ࣪ see ya! ࣪ ★ ₊˚﹒⤻ development #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #fictional idol oc #kpop #kpop fanfic

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showtoonzfan · 1 year ago

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Challenge: Tell me something about the main Helluva characters, as well as without mentioning Viv’s livestream/twitter info.

Tell me something about Blitz without mentioning he’s a lonely childish boss who likes horses and has a sad backstory.

Tell me something about Moxxie without mentioning he’s the sensitive straight man/punching bag who likes musicals, loves his wife, and has a traumatic backstory.

Tell me something about Millie other than her being a “bubbly farm girl” who’s a killing machine and supports her husband.

Tell me something about Loona other than she’s a lonely goth with daddy issues and has a traumatic backstory.

Tell me something about Stolas other than he’s a sad abused horny gay owl who loves his daughter and has a traumatic backstory.

You can’t, and even if you could, there’s not a lot to say, unless you’re like the fans who pull an alternate version of Viv’s character’s that they created in their heads. These characters are still lacking depth and identity, and it’s because Viv decided to dive right into the emotional core so early into season 1 without getting to know these main characters well.

How does Blitz act without his team? How does Moxxie act around Loona aside from their bickering? What’s the in depth dynamic like between Millie and Loona and Millie and Blitz? What is Millie like outside of her job? Outside of Moxxie and her family? What is Stolas like outside of his family and IMP? What is Stolas like when he’s doing his job or interacting with other royal demons? What are these characters likes/dislikes? How do IMP view each other? What they do outside of their jobs, what are they like? This is because the plot keeps forcing these characters into situations without us really getting to know them, and that’s a problem and still is a problem today. I have yet to see why Viv refers to Blitz and Stolas as gentle and sweet, or Loona as someone who gives advice, or Millie as someone with “strong family ties and memories”, or Stella as someone who has a “complex” relationship with Stolas.

I have yet to see what these characters are like and how they act OUTSIDE of the plot and it doesn’t help that the characters themselves will be retconned or change consistency every episode. Show don’t tell, and it’s crazy how we’re almost mid season 2 and what we know about these characters isn’t enough, cause this show is obsessed with introducing NEW characters/antagonists but not focusing on the ones they need to. 💀

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years ago

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—ᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴ

Pictures are mine!

Tom Sturridge x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A short sweet moment between Tom and his girlfriend YN at his autograph booth at Comic Con

word count: smth along 1.4k

warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, mentioning of reader being shorter than Tom

author’s note: I met Tom this weekend and had this idea the second I returned to my hotel room last night 🥺❤️ Just ignore it, but I had to write this down.

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The internet—especially Twitter—desperately tried to figure out if Tom’s girlfriend would be with him during the German Comic Con, mostly because someone started to spread the rumors of sightings of YN at the New Yorker Comic Con as well as the Dallas Fan Festival. But none of the fans actually saw her, so the rumor that YN was seen in Germany spread like wildfire on social media. On the first day of Comic Con, Twitter was flooded by tweets looking for the still kinda mysterious woman because barely anything was known about her.

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thesandmanforever Did someone see YN already??

user1 please, for the love of god, tell us poor unfortunate souls about YN if you happen to see her 😭

tomsturridgedaily Gonna keep my eyes and ears open for YN

user2 oh my… I THINK I SAW YN AT THE COSPLAY AREA

tomandyn YN stood right in front of me in the line for bubble tea 😱

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Tom just sent another of his lovely fans off after he had signed a deluxe edition of The Sandman—the same one he had standing on his shelve at home—and wanted to greet the next one with a smile, as movements behind him distracted the man from the people in front of him. Slightly, he turned in his seat to check if everything was alright back where his convention assistant stood, who helped him stick to his schedule, but was taken by surprise at the sight of a very familiar and very loved face.

YN had stuck her head from behind the dividers, her face glowing, her eyes shining, and her lips forming into a wide smile. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted him with her signature soft voice he still fell head over heels with every single day all over again. “Hello, love.” She thanked the dark-haired assistant silently as he let her pass to get to Tom at his table. She grinned and looked from him to his waiting fans, gently waving in their direction. Instantly, YN received wide smiles, eager faces, and waves in return, accompanied by a handful of shy Hey, YN greetings. “I’m almost already gone again and will let him dedicate his attention back to you, guys. I only need one second if that’s alright with you?” She felt like intruding, but she wanted to check up on him, see if he needed anything she could get for him, and gladly, everyone in front of them nodded heavily.

YN didn’t even mind the phone cameras sneakily directed at them and their interaction.

And with that, she turned back to Tom, who stared up at her with a tender smile on his beautiful face. The woman couldn’t stop her hands from cradling his jaw and caressing through the mop of dark unruly hair after she had put down the steaming hot to-go cup she had brought with her. “Brought you some tea, love. Thought you could use a cup, and I got you—” YN let go of him to rummage through the black tote bag she carried on her right shoulder and conjured a bag of snacks out of there. “—some snacks. There is this stall in one of the other halls which sells dried fruits and nuts, so I got you something from there, and I also got you a little something from the bakery I went to before I drove here.” The bag found its new spot in his hands, and the man continued to stare up at her, entirely in awe of how she took care of him even though she wasn’t obliged to do so. His love for this woman continued to grow every day, but today, it reached a new all-time high.

Never in his life had he felt this loved and cherished, and he adored how they both took care of one another. And YN was a strong side and pillar to lean against during the last couple of weeks, always holding up with his busy schedule, always being there and traveling with him. But Tom knew how happy she’d be as soon as they headed home on Sunday night—just as happy as he would be. He loved to see all his fans, especially after the whole covid situation where conventions like this weren’t even thinkable, but after so many weeks, he craved the comfort and quietness of their shared home.

Blinking up at her, Tom showed another small smile. “You didn’t have to…—” was all he could push out before a finger found his lips and silenced him immediately. YN softly grinned at him and pressed an even softer kiss to his forehead. “Please, don’t be silly. I told you I would pop in here and there to check up on you and bring you some treats. But I gonna leave now, yeah? Let you get back to all those lovely people.” He really didn’t want to let her go just yet but knew that it was the most responsible thing. He would have her for the rest of his life, after all. So he nodded but raised from his chair to hold her for a second. The man didn’t even see the many phones pointed at them, didn’t even hear the voice from the other table shouting something about photos in German.

YN smiled up at him, now smaller than him, and let her arms wrap around his slim waist while his arms rested around her shoulders. “What are you up to now? Any appointments?” He wiggled sillily with his dark brows because he knew of all the many tickets in her tote, even though she believed to be as sneaky as possible about it, and made the woman laugh snortingly. “Well, y’know? Jus’ some hot dates with some people. Sandwiched between Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley, for example.” Now it was YN’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows and make Tom laugh softly under his breath. “I knew it,” he teased her, and the woman only grinned. “But seriously, I only have a couple of tickets for some photos, and I wanted to check out the artist alley upstairs. I will be back sooner than you think.”

After all, she only was a writer and author of steaming hot romance novels and poems about every aspect of life, and to see her longtime silly crushes? That was an opportunity she couldn’t let pass, even though she knew some of them personally, like Charlie and Elden, but she loved to surprise them.

Tom nodded at that and pressed a kiss to her temple, not daring to kiss her in front of all those people. However, he really wanted to because she was just this pretty in her comfortable convention outfit, consisting of some denim jeans and her favorite hoodie—which was actually his hoodie. “I hope you have fun, darling, and don’t forget to drink enough, ‘promise?” YN cooed lowly, cupped his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth before smiling up at him. “Of course, love. Don’t forget your tea. If you need anything else, just send me a text.” And with that, they parted from each other, and YN walked smiling along the line of waiting people before one of them almost shouted: “We love you, YN!”

With blushing cheeks, the woman waved lightly, feeling her heartbeat fasten, and disappeared between the other waiting people.

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hourlytomsturridge I witnessed Tom and YN, and I never felt so single in my life

TomIsSandman YN brought Tom some snacks and something hot to drink to his autograph booth, and I think I will never see something sweeter.

tomsturridgedaily I want what Tom and YN have.

user1 YN is the sweetest human being on earth. Not only does she deeply care for Tom and take care of him, no. She also supported so many artists up at the artist alley, and I think I saw Tom and her later on, and he carried a lot of stuff. I guess that was her loot for today :D

user2 YN LN bought almost all my stickers and was like “I love stickers so much, literally every device case is plastered with stickers, and i can bring some for my two best friends because they’re Animal Crossing addicts like me” 🥺❤️

tomandyn I met YN twice today, and during the second time, we sat there, drank our bubble tea, and then she casually told me that she would be attending as Scarlet Witch tomorrow because she’s one of her favorite Marvel characters. This woman is not only a writing goddess of exceptionally wonderful romance and smut, but she is also a cosplayer. I envy Tom 🤯

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Yeah, I don’t know what I did here, but I had to, bye 👉🏻👈🏻❤️ As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

P.S. Tom is the world’s greatest hugger. His hugs are ✨chefskiss✨

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