#but i need the SAME wrapped but for podcasts

[beingcrazy-isnt-enough]

I need spotify to do the same wrapped treatment for podcasts instead of music because i know my hours listening to podcasts would put the other wrapped to SHAME

[anabetel35]

Y'all I'm on my first listen of tma (the tragic doomed yaoi/yuri/little guy podcast (I'm guessing based off of my limited interaction with the fandom so far)) and I'm beginning to worry that my little gays that I'm now emotionally attached to will in fact be doomed and tragic by the end. Help.

[see-arcane]

Welcome to Dracula Season 2025!

We're only a few weeks shy of May and our journey with Jonathan into the Carpathians. As we prepare for another helping of paprika hendl and ensuing horror, let's refresh with some of the Dracula-adjacent goodies that have accumulated over the last year...

1. Dracula Daily

The Substack that started it all. Dracula Daily was started by Matt Kirkland in 2021, though it took off in the Tumblr book club in 2022. Since then, we’ve turned Dracula Season, the period between May 3 and November 7, into a months-long undead extravaganza of memes, literary analysis, and overdue love for Bram Stoker’s novel, Dracula as the fantastic gothic gift it is. With the simplified format of putting the book’s entries in chronological order, each one emailed out on the same date they were written, we’re forced to live on the same calendar and waiting game as the characters. Whether you’re a new reader or a returning bookworm, welcome to Castle Dracula!

Dracula Daily Substack: Link

2. The Holmwood Foundation

Fresh from crowdfunding and wrapping up production of its first season, The Holmwood Foundation, @theholmwoodfoundation on Tumblr, is an indie podcast coming around the corner with a genuinely unique take on a supernatural sequel to the events of Dracula…which didn’t end quite how Bram Stoker’s in-universe novel depicted. The first episode is out, featuring a pair of unlucky archivists��what horror podcast is complete without them?—the ghosts of Jonathan and Mina Harker, Dracula’s severed head, and a hiking trip across the moors to escape some shambling undead horrors. Give the preview and its miscellaneous teasers a listen if you want a taste of contemporary revenant scares (and to listen to the world’s most irate descendant of the Harkers pop a blood vessel).

The Holmwood Foundation homepage: Link

Podcast episodes and side content: Link

3. Dracula: 2004

Another indie audio drama trying to crowdfund its way out of the coffin! Not only an adaptation of Dracula, but one set just a short step into the 21st century, @starstrider-productions' Dracula: 2004 wants to tell the story of our beloved Victorian vampire targets-turned-slayers in an era of flip phones, Dictaphones, and found footage-tinted horror. To judge by the summary and extremely promising character bios for our refreshed cast, it’s going to be a one-of-a-kind listen. But only if we can get them to their goal! By the time I post this, they’ll have less than 20 days left to cover the production cost.

If you want to drag this beautiful undead carcass into the moonlight, please chip into their campaign if you can and share it with your fellow Dracula lovers and horror podcast enthusiasts! The smallest tier is £10 GBP, ($13 for my fellow ‘murricans), and every bit helps.  

Indiegogo crowdfunding page: Link

4. Re: Dracula, Re: Carmilla, (Coming Soon: Re: Frankenstein!)

Giving an undead rebirth to the original Dracula Daily format, the podcast Re: Dracula turns the same chronological date-by-date read of the novel an audio drama twist. It’s made of professional voice acting, soundscaping, and has its own soundtrack! This thing is also replete with many a meme and interview as the garlic garnish on top. Give it a listen if you haven’t already and check out their Tumblr, @re-dracula.

Likewise, you need to check out their most recent projects. Re: Carmilla, which gives Sheridan le Fanu’s Carmilla its own supple and sinuous sapphic treatment, and the upcoming Re: Frankenstein, currently on the hunt for voice actors to fill the roles of Mary Shelley’s gothic opus, Frankenstein. Everyone say thank you to this cast and crew for feeding us the overdue classic supernatural theatre feast we’ve been waiting on for actual centuries.

Re: Dracula: Link

Re: Carmilla: Link

Re: Frankenstein (Casting Call!): Link

5. The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk

You want the Drac Attack Pack (plus a surviving Quincey Morris) with the Harkers happily married and questionably human? You want Irene Norton née Adler treated with respect and allowed to actually have her chosen romance with Godfrey Norton that was half the damn point of “A Scandal in Bohemia,” along with appearances from a certain consulting detective and his doctorial companion? You want Dr. Jekyll as an upstanding scientist on the brink of some unsavory new changes? You want Wells’ Invisible Man being cantankerous and developing friendships against his will? You want sundry forces of mortal and supernatural peril roiling up from under the foundations of Victorian era literature like an eerie eldritch smoke? Then The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk is the comic for you!

An ongoing webcomic, fresh from its second story arc—a certain submarine, a bastard of a marksman, and an uncanny gothic villainess are involved—LXGF brings together a huge crossover cast of everyone’s favorite characters from the Classics section. Started by the amazing @mayhemchicken and posted on @lxgentlefolkcomic, this series is a love letter to beloved Victorian era lit that actually understands, acknowledges, and loves the books and their canons! What a concept! Alan.

Tumblr: Link

Comic: Link

Non-Canon Silliness: Link

Fanfiction: Link

6. Blood of My Blood (and Other Gorgeous Gothic Dramas of the Ibrithir-Was-Here Universe)

 I’ve made a lot of amazing friends since Dracula Season became my favorite time of the year (read: most of it). Many of those friends have been brain-meltingly talented and creative in the works they’ve made based in or inspired by Dracula and adjacent works. But one of the best in terms of artful storytelling has to be @ibrithir-was-here.

Me and other scribblers and spit-ballers tripped and fell into what began as a dark Dracula Bad Ending improv, everyone chasing after each other with ‘Yes, and—,’ additions to a vampiric domestic horror story. That’s turned into a full 100+ chapter tale with its concluding climax just now about to hit its zenith. That story is Blood of My Blood, an incredibly fun and fiendish gothic what-if? One in which we answer the questions:

What if things took a grim turn in the climax at Transylvania? What if half our heroes died and Mina turned, with a child already growing in her undead womb? What if Jonathan threw himself on the twisted ‘mercy’ of Dracula to protect his family, trading his servitude, sanity, blood, and participation in an intimately worrying series of mind games with his new master? What if young Quincey Harker was raised in this warped castle and then, at the cusp of manhood, was sent out into the world to learn the buried truths of his family? What if Dracula was none too thrilled about his adopted heir leaving the nest, and took grisly measures to bring him back..?

The answers have been written and lushly illustrated for the past year and change, ripe with romances, revenges, bloodshed, and one of the most gloriously fucked up family dynamics you’ve ever seen in a gothic drama.

…And if you’re in the mood for another flavor of the latter, Ibrithir has also cooked up a pile of sinister samples to indulge in.

(n)Ever Loved, a take on the origins of the ‘Weird Sisters’ before they were munching kids meals.

The Wretched Family, an AU in which Frankenstein’s Creature saved the little girl from the river a moment too late, and coerces Victor into reviving her drowned body as a Creature like himself.

A Cruel Love, giving a spotlight to a possible history of Countess Mircalla and how love played a part in her undeath and the demise of her first smitten paramour.

Second Stanza, a certain Opera Ghost returns to haunt Christine and Raoul’s son, supposedly as a guardian—whether the boy likes it or not.

Rosemary is for Remembrance, in which a young artist grapples with the bloody shadow of a man who shares her face. A long dead hedonist by the name of Dorian Gray…

Go give them all a read!

Blood of My Blood: Link

(n)Ever Loved: Link

The Wretched Family: Link 1, Link 2

A Cruel Love: Link 1, Link 2

Second Stanza: Link

Rosemary is for Remembrance: Link

7. Dracula’s Guest the Comic

Want a glimpse of what Jonathan Harker may have gotten up to prior to reaching Castle Dracula? Well, take a look at the comic adaptation of Stoker’s, “Dracula Guest,” by @isablooo! It features our good friend Mr. Harker, some sightseeing, and more than the usual bloodsuckers out for his neck.

Comic: Link

8. Dracula Beyond Stoker Press

Have you ever thought to yourself, “I wish I had an anthology dedicated entirely to stories about one or more specific characters of Dracula?” Me too! And Dracula Beyond Stoker Press is here to deliver. Their most recent issue coming out is about our good friend Jonathan Harker—already preordered my copy!—with Mina Harker’s issue accepting story and cover art submissions starting May 1, 2025. DBS Press already has an amazing store full of paperback zines and merch to go through for other characters and general Dracula-flavored goodies. Go give them and the submission guidelines a gander.   

Dracula Beyond Stoker Press: Link

9. Harker (and Other Arcane Horrors)

Harker is my work-in-progress, a novel expanding on the experiences of Jonathan Harker which we never get to see between his and the others’ journal entries in Dracula. It also adds some creative and menacing fleshing out for just how and why Jonathan Harker changed on October 3rd—and perhaps explains what exactly he changed into.

As of now, I am well over twenty chapters in, with over 750 pages written. In the draft, Mina is only just now about to read Jonathan’s journal for the first time. This thing is massive. And I’ve been releasing preview chapters since last Dracula Season! The latest of which is due to drop very soon.

Until then, there’s also an abundance of other horrors I’ve scribbled up in the interim. Some serial, some self-contained, and one in the form of a published novella, The Vampyres, which concerns some undead bastards of classic lit caught under the blade of a very practiced psychopomp. There are a couple preview chapters up to skim too!

Hope you enjoy the read.

Harker (Tumblr): Link

Harker (Substack): Link

Substack (General): Link

The Vampyres: eBook Paperback

[REDACTED – Surprise en route April 18th]

10. What Manner of Man (and Another Gothic Queer Nightmare)

@stjohnstarling has completed one tale of queer horror, romance, and erotica, and is hard at work on the next story. The first was What Manner of Man, a novel with some borrowed blood from Dracula and a wonderful twist on an intense relationship that forms between a priest and a vampire. This book is now completed on the Substack and as an eBook! His next work in progress: A Companion in Vice, building off the patchwork anatomy of Frankenstein.

What Manner of Man (Substack): Link

What Manner of Man (eBook): Link

A Companion in Vice (Summary): Link

11. Project Gutenberg

An online library of countless classic public domain works. Get on it, bookworms!

Dracula - Link

Carmilla - Link

Sheridan le Fanu collection - Link

12. The Internet Archive

As the name says, it’s an archive. It preserves damn near everything, including my favorite ballet…

Dracula Ballet by Michael Pink – Link

13. Romancing the Gothic - My Wild Heart Bleeds

Carmilla fans, storytellers, and scholars, this one is for you. My Wild Heart Bleeds is set to be an anthology dedicated entirely to Sheridan le Fanu’s Carmilla, including commentaries, original works, international and historic perspectives, discussions of adaptations and works inspired by the story… And you have the chance to contribute to it! Regarding submissions, the page says:

Abstracts of 3-400 words and a bio of 2-250 words should be sent to the editors Dr. Sam Hirst and Simon Bacon by June 30th 2025. Chapter of between 5-6000 words will be required by July 2026. We also welcome original creative pieces (artwork, short stories [up to 1,500 words], flash-fiction, poetry, etc) that are inspired by and/or critically engage with ‘Carmilla’ or themes mentioned above. Abstracts or queries should be set to: mywildheartbleeds@gmail.com

My Wild Heart Bleeds: Link

BONUS

@cry-ptidd – Blessed us with getting to see the Dracula cast in Hellsing style and showing us why Kohta Hirano didn’t dare to have them in the manga: The Harkers are simply too badass when canonical. (And the Suitors would be too stylish.)

@bluecatwriter – Expanding from Dracula fic to Carmilla fic. Smut abounds.

Poetry – For bonus gothic vampire reference material:

“Lenore” by Gottfried August Bürger, translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Link

“Christabel” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Link

Libby the Library App (Sign Up! Support Your Libraries!) - Link

Dracula Season 2024

All the Dracula Season goodies compiled last year: Link

[kumasakka]

Can I request a fic for the gen 1 kings with a baby. Where they do the challenge where the parent lays their head on their babies lap to see their reaction, and their baby is really affectionate, cuddling, or babbling to them.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. gen1 x reader ( jaegyeon na, seongji yuk, taesoo ma, jichang kwak ) .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔��𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. imagine the kings of the first generation had babies and laying their head on the lap of their super duper wuper cute kid ?

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~1.2k , ~0.5k words each .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, fluff, fluff. f!readers. you all are adults! gen1 (seperately). self - made au! safe for minors! crappy writing. they may seem ooc. Itriedmybest.

　“HEY, little fella.”

JAEGYEON NA was... a little special as father, always calling him other names and instead of treating your son like his own, he treated him like he was some podcast listener. But yeah, your son wasn't anything better.

He was after all, an exact copy of his father, babbling many incoherent words and then running all over the place to search for his mama. Yes, this little fella was exactly like his father. You don't have any doubts.

"Hah... I'm so tired!" Jaegyeon sighed out, acting tired as he fell to his knees.

"Aren't you cute?" he grinned, laying his head on top of his son's lap, "of course you are. You're my creation."

[son's name] puffed his cheeks, wrapping his tiny arms around the head of his father before beginning to babble. It sounded like he was complaining about something — anything.

Well, and then — [son's name] giggled, wiping his drool and snot away with his hands, using those same hands to hug his beloved father once again. "Erm... So, we need to work on that attitude. How could you?" Jaegyeon huffed, ready to sit up again.

That was until [son's name] was holding onto him, hugging his head with all his might, but it was still easy to get out of his grip. And yet Jaegyeon acted as if it was the hardest, falling softly back on to the lap of his son.

"Damn you..." he sighed, his grin turned into a smile as he heard the cute giggling.

　“YOU should try that, you know?”

SEONGJI YUK turned to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. Wow he was so innocent that you wanted to squeeze him tightly and baby him. He looked like a baby! "Try what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Lay your head on [daughter's name] and watch what will happen!" you chuckled.

What? How can he lay his head on your daughter's lap? She'll break. Or her legs will grow tired quickly. Isn't his head like, real heavy for her? Should he just shut up in his mind and try it?

Carefully and slowly, Seongji sat down on the floor beside his child and listened to her giggling. After hearing her laugh of excitement, Seongji's worries faded quickly, no hint of doubt was visible. Why did he even doubt himself?

He laid his head on the tiny legs of your daughter, his eyes watched how she began giggling louder and how she babbled something in her own language. Oh how much he wanted to understand her incoherent words. It was a mini you!

A grin appeared his pink lips as [daughter's name] placed sloppy kisses on his face, painting his clean skin with her drool. He could get used to it. Really. "I'm glad you're a mini [name]." he said.

If it were for a mini him, would his mini him also kiss him so affectionately? Should he... test it out?

　WHENEVER he enters the room, TAESOO MA can only watch how you wrap your arms around your son and lay your head on his lap. And then — your son gets ten times more happier. Why?

Good question, next one. Today he'll find out for himself, stealing your son from you while you were sleeping. Fortunately [son's name] didn't fall asleep yet, not as quick as his mother.

"Don't tell your mother, but I think i'm your favorite." he said, sitting next to his son as he observed how he played with his absolute favorite toy. "We have the connection, you know?"

"You wouldn't... mind right?" Taesoo mumbled, laying down on his back and then placing his head on the lap of your son.

For a moment of silence, Taesoo really considered if he should stand up right now and hide in your shared bedroom forever after your son only blinked at him, not moving an inch.

Well, what do we say? The doubts disappeared as soon it came as [son's name] latched himself onto Taesoo's head, his giggles and cute sounds of incoherent words filled the room.

"I knew it." he could NOT hide his growing smile.

How could he when his soon placed small kisses on his ugly scar? How could he not let the tear glide down when Taesoo was filled with absolute joy?

　“YOU can take care of her, right? I'll believe in you, busy husband.”

Those were your last words as you disappeared from his sight, dropping your little daughter — little him on his office table filled with stacks papers. Why did you leave her in his hands again?

Yes well. After spending the last days with the cutest babygirl in the entire world, you couldn't help but think that she and her father should also spend some quality time together.

And then you dropped her off in his office to throw yourself into bed. To be honest it was a bit tiring to watch after her, even though you love your daughter with all your heart — watching her alone made it a lot harder.

So yeah. That's how you kill two birds with one stone. Getting some rest and making the two of them spend some time together. It wasn't hard to figure out for JICHANG KWAK that you were tired, considering the growing eye bags.

That's also why he say anything as soon as you entered his office. He was a smart man at the end. And he loved you. And your daughter. So of course he wouldn't mind watching over his own daughter.

But things have their limits as you daughter began to throw some important papers around the room, making Jichang sigh out before picking her up and walking over to the couch.

"You little troublemaker. I wasn't like that when I was in your age..." he sat her up on the couch, "I hope..."

No doubt that it was his daughter. With similar looks and also sometimes matching his tired old man personality. But that was sometimes! As soon as he stood up to return to his table, he got stopped.

His eyes wandered down to see a little hand gripping onto his sleeve of his suit, an innocent and wondering expression vivid on her babyface. God was she cute. He understood why you pinched her cheeks whenever you saw her.

"Yes?" he asks as if she could answer. But she actually did reply with babbling and a bewitching sweet smile, "you want me to stay here for a moment?"

It's not like she actually said that. He just guessed what she said, now sitting down beside her. Yet she didn't let go which was strange. Is there something else she wants besides her father sitting beside her?

She huffed and pulled onto his sleeve, "strong" enough to make him fall down onto the couch — Jichang just let her pull and leaned down slowly. At the end, he found his head on her lap.

"That's what you wanted?" he chuckled amused, raising an eyebrow, "should've said so."

"Dada!" she giggled, letting her tiny arms fall on top of his face, covering his sight and mouth while beginning to ramble incoherently about something.

And he listened. Sighing out with a smile. Maybe it wasn't that bad to let his daughter drag him away from work.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's — so erm, sorry for the delay ! I have an exam tmw and I'm lowkey dying cuz it's winter, meaning exam phase... but I should think positively, because after this week and next week I finally have christmas holidays ! ><

[mariasont]

Can I request Hotch finding gender neutral reader asleep but they legit fell asleep to a true crime serial killer podcast- or they’re like obsessed with a new serial killer show (me with Hannibal rn 😮‍💨) thanks!!! Have a good day!!! <3

Late Night Podcast - A.H

a/n: omg i love love love this idea <3 thank you for sharing your idea with me i hope i did it justice! and i hope YOU have the best day 🕊️✨

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, hotch and reader being just so cute, bau!reader, reader and hotch are both simps

wc: 0.7k

Hotch's meeting dragged on, each minute stretched longer than the last tangled in bureaucratic red tape, and suits who really couldn't give a damn whether the BAU lived or died. It was all incredibly migraine-inducing, and he couldn't wait to go home and take you to bed.

He knew all too well that you'd be in his office, a realization that came with a twinge of regret. Not because your presence was unwelcome, but because your selfless nature meant you tended to put his needs before your own. You'd insist the after hours peace and quiet was perfect for catching up on paperwork.

He was very aware that was all a lie, you never needed to catch up on paperwork; he knew your work was always meticulously complete. He recognized your true motive; ensuring he got home at a decent time. And it usually worked everytime. The sight of you, patiently waiting, was the sweetest incentive to end his day.

"In this episode, we recount the tragic and violent story of Aileen Wuornos, a woman who turned from victim to perpetrator, ultimately becoming America's most infamous serial killer with seven murders to her name."

He stopped short in the doorframe, his eyes sweeping over the unexpected stillness of his office. There you were, draped across the couch in a tangle of limbs, one arm flung above your head while the other wrapped around your torso. The hem of your shirt had lifted just enough to reveal the softness of your belly. The rest and fall of your chest was the only movement, fast sleep.

You fell asleep to a seriel killer podcast.

He fought back a laugh, the sound caught in his throat as he laid the remainder of his work aside. You looked so peaceful, despite the macabre background that seemed to bounce off the walls. He paused your phone, knowing you'd hate to wake up and lose your place.

He smoothed your hair back, his rough hand lingering in the softness. The battle against his smile was lost; it warmed his entire face. He didn't want to wake you.

"Aaron?" Your voice was so sleepy, rough and cracked, but perfect all the same.

He wondered how long you had been asleep for.

"Hi, sleepy head."

Your eyes opened briefly, a couple of deliberate blinks as you nestled into a new position, curled on your side with hands tucked under your face. A smile, that you tried to hide, melted across your face as you quickly snapped those beautiful eyes of yours shut.

"Shh, can't hear you, sleeping," you mumbled under your breath, your nose wrinkling slightly as your struggled to keep a straight face.

A soft laugh broke through as he rubbed his face. "Well, this is the first time I've heard someone sleep-talk so clearly."

You said nothing, just the slight twitch in your lips as you pressed deeper into the couch.

"I'll take that as a yes to my carrying you out to the car then."

Before you could even muster a reaction, he scooped you up, your legs swept up in a fluid motion as you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder. Your breath hitched into a gasp, quickly transforming into laughter as you slapped your hands to his back.

"Aaron!" The word was muffled by the sound of his shirt as he started to march towards the door. "Put me down!"

"A lot of talk coming from someone who is supposedly sleeping."

His hand ground your ass, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders, legs dangling in front of him.

"Will you at least grab my phone? I need to finish that podcast on the way home."

A quick spin set your hair a flutter as he leaned down to grab your device from the table.

As he moved for the door, your hand found its way to his hair, mussing it fondly. "Thanks, handsome."

He finally let you down, hand entwining with yours. "Well finish the podcast together, but no more serial killer stories before bed."

regular taglist: @hotchhner @khxna @readergf @sarcasm-and-stiles @edencherries @aurorsworld @princess76179 @malindacath @freyy253 @broadwaytraaaaash

[gabbytvclarke]

The dog and the postwoman PART 5 (FINALE): To the moon and back

Part one here! ♥ Part two here! ♥ Part three here! ♥ Part four here!

• Summary: Arthur and reader's relationship blossoms over the months as they struggle to keep it a secret, and dating rumours get in the way. • Pairing: Arthur TV x female!reader, italianbaach x reader??, (Also friend!basically all the other youtubers in this circle) • Smut, angst, fluff, and insta AU • Warnings: a tiny bit of relationship anxiety/jealousy, secret relationship, swearing, harassment, innuendoes, and LOTS more sex (including dominant Arthur 👀) • Word count: 8,417 words • Note 1: Ngl I'm not sure if I like this one... • Note 2: A slightly different writing style, but I thought it worked on this part • Note 3: Sorry for the late post, I was on holiday then got really sick :(

♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥•♥

NOW:

@ Twitteruser1: HAS ANYONE SEEN ARTHURS VIDEO??????? @ Twitteruser2: y/ntv is real FUCK everyone who denied it ↳ @ Twitteruser3: im SO HAPPY FOR THEM

@ Twitteruser4: Um y/n's instagram post!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm DYING

@ Twitteruser5: I'm about to lose it #y/ntv

@ Twitteruser6: Arthurs latest video AHHHHH I’m crying rn ↳ @ Twitteruser7: VIDEO?? you need to see their instas

3 MONTHS BEFORE NOW:

Arthur grumbles as he rolls over to his left with an outstretched arm, his eyes flutter open as he feels an empty space. It's been a while since he's awoken alone, spending time together in secret means that sleepovers are the safest choice. He thanks his luck that his roommates are always travelling for brand deals. He sits up and rubs his eyes, his ears focusing on one of his favourite songs: anything that y/n is singing. "Hm?" he hums to himself near silently. He pulls himself out of bed but can't see the grey hoodie he'd thrown on his desk chair the night before, he chuckles to himself as he grabs another hoodie and follows y/n's melody.

He finds her in his living room, humming away while carefully packing some of his small house plants, as Arthur is in the middle of moving into the same building as Isaac. Sneaking up behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist and plants a sweet kiss to the side of her neck, causing her to jolt slightly.

"Jesus!" She gasps, following with a small giggle. She puts the parcel tape down and swivels to return Arthur's hug. "Good morning sunshine!" She chirps before pecking a small kiss to his cheek.

"G'morning! Nice hoodie." He smirks back, as she steps back and curtsies. "You know you don't have to do all this." He gestures to the array of boxes, some packed, some half full, and some empty, but the bags under his eyes suggest otherwise. Arthur's been juggling video recordings, podcast recordings, and preparing to move for the past month and it seems to be taking a toll on him.

"I don't have to, no, but I want to baby." She replies softly, not even thinking. She doesn't even notice the word rolling off her tongue so easily. Arthur does and he can't stop the childlike smile that creeps up on his face. "What's that face for?" She asks with amusement.

"Nothing, nothing. You're just adorable." He shrugs sheepishly. Despite how comfortable he is around her, she still makes him shy at times. Even though it's been 46 days since that fateful time at his flat; the breakfast, the food fight, the love making. Not like he's counting the days or anything. Then he gets an idea. "Do you want some pancakes?" He asks warmly.

"Reminiscing are we?" She teases, catching him off guard, his once relaxed eyes now full of surprise. She giggles and plays with his hair, eliciting a laugh from him. "Yes to pancakes, but let's share the workload this time." She squeezes his hand as they head to the kitchen area.

The pancakes are once again a success, although not as fancy as last time due to Arthur's smaller contributions to the flat's food budget. There's also a clear difference between the one's flipped by Arthur and the ones flipped by y/n.

As they start eating in a contented silence, Arthur stares ahead of him and begins to frown without realising, catching y/n's attention. "What's wrong Arthur? Is there a pube in your pancake?" She jokes. He fights every fibre of his being to not spray his mouthful, swallowing it whole and coughing as he laughs. He takes a sip of his water and clears his throat.

"Wow. You never seize to amaze me, y/n" He beams, lightly thumping his chest.

"Sorry I almost choked you, but are you OK?" She asks, her smile shrinking as anxiety creeps in. She'd been enjoying the silence, but now she's worried that perhaps his busy schedule could be making him rethink their time together. They’ve spent so much time with each other recently, but maybe he’s getting bored?

"It's OK, I'm OK, I just..." He trails off as his eyebrows knit together again. Her lungs begin feeling tight. She thinks about how maybe moving out of his flat isn't the only chapter in his life that he's closing. Arthur's eyes blink from his pancakes to y/n's face.

"Y/n, am I your boyfriend?" He asks with innocence and sincerity. She's taken aback, the mouthful of food she'd crammed in was meant to stop her from crying not grinning. Her eyes are wide as she chews quicker to swallow and answer.

"Sorry, bit of a weird and sudden question, I know." He chuckles, “I’ve just been wondering recently, that’s all.” He shoots her a gentle smile, nervously waiting for her answer. She gulps.

"Do you want to be?" She asks sweetly, trying not to smile too hard in the moment.

"Very much so." Arthur replies with a fast nod. He sets his knife and fork down, knits his fingers together and rests his head on them. "But it depends, how does that hoodie feel? Like boyfriend material perhaps?" He cocks his eyebrow as he watches her lips curl up more.

She giggles before rubbing her hand along the sleeve, pulling an intrigued face. "Wow, you know, I think it does." Without hesitation, Arthur's chair scrapes along the floor as he rushes to hug her, rocking her back and forth slowly with a Cheshire Cat grin. She scoops her arms up and behind to hug him back, unprepared for such a welcomed attack.

"I can't wait to tell Bach and the others, you���re finally my girlfriend!" He exclaims in her ear, pulling away to look at his beautiful girl, his eyes twinkling. She feels ridiculous for doubting him, for thinking he'd allow the stress of moving to cloud his feelings towards her. His happiness in that moment, the emphasis on 'finally', the way she could swear she saw tears building in his gorgeous eyes. She stands to her feet and pulls him into a proper hug.

"I'm the happiest man on the planet!" His voice cracks as he boasts, his head nestled in her neck as she feels the heat of his cheeks burning against her. "I'm so happy too Arth!” Y/n replies, also fighting tears. She cups his jaw as he locks eyes with her again and pulls him down to give him a loving kiss, which he returns enthusiastically. He begins giving her small pecks, whispering “My beautiful girl” and “My darling” in between, until a familiar poking feeling in her hip shifts the mood.

“Mr Frederick, what’s going on?” Y/n smirks as she slowly pulls away, looking straight into his chocolate eyes.

“Oh… I guess I got too excited, I’m sorry.” He chuckles, heat radiating from his face even more as he shyly looks away. Still gazing up at him, y/n slowly sinks to her knees, her hands gliding down his bare legs as she goes. “…Y/n!” Arthur exclaims, in shock.

“What’s wrong? Doesn’t my boyfriend deserve a treat?” She quips, her fingers pulling down his boxers agonisingly slow. Arthur’s breath hitches in his throat, still in disbelief at how lucky he is. His cock springs out as his underwear drops and pools at his ankles. He removes his hoodie within less than a second, so the thick fabric won't be able to block his view.

Y/n clasps her soft hand around the base off his cock, licking her lips before planting small kisses along the shaft. Arthur hums lowly, threading his hand through her hair. Her pecks head towards the base, before licking a stripe back up to the tip and wrapping her lips around the head.

“Mmm, there she is. My talented girl…” Arthur whispers, before sucking air through his teeth as her nose suddenly hits his lower abdomen. She looks up at him as she bobs her head, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy, and watching his toned chest rise and fall rapidly. “F-fuck… y/n…” He groans through gritted teeth. He tilts his head down and makes eye contact, his brows are low and his eyes are dark. He bites his lip as he watches her worship his cock with her pretty mouth. “Good girl... so good.”

It doesn’t take long before his whimpers grow more intense and his stomach forms a knot. She’s ready to milk him then and there, but Arthur stops her. “Y/n, wait a sec.” He utters breathlessly. She pulls her head off with a ‘pop’, peering up at him and catching her breath as she eagerly awaits further instructions. “Come ‘ere.” He pulls her up gently by her hands until she’s standing again. He cups her cheeks sweetly as he looks intensely into her eyes with burning desire. “That was incredible, as always, but your mouth isn’t where I want to fill you this morning.” Before she can react, he turns them both slightly and pushes y/n backwards, the backs of her legs hitting the table.

She lets out a small yelp in surprise, before laying herself down across the table, pushing her plate out the way. Arthur leans over her, looking at her how a wild animal looks at its prey. He’s quick to remove her underwear as he plants wet desperate kisses along her neck. “Take it off.” He growls in her ear before nipping right under her earlobe. She hums with excitement as he stands back, hungrily watching her whip the stolen hoodie off. “So beautiful.” He whispers, his hands magnetising to her breasts as his lips crash into hers. He breathes soft whimpers into her lips before planting wet kisses further down her body until he reaches her belly button. He stands upright and grabs his wet cock, giving it a few pumps before raising one of her legs over his shoulder.

He rubs his tip over her clit, before his gaze flicks up to meet hers. “How much do you want this right now?” He asks intensely. Y/n’s surprised at this more animalistic side to Arthur, but it’s more than welcome.

“S-so much Arthur.” She breathes, feeling a wave of shyness wash over her at his new demeanor. He sinks his cock into her as a raw raspy moan leaves his throat. He leans himself lower while she adjusts to the stretch, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“My girlfriend needs spoiling too.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over her face. He begins thrusting, his big hand squeezing her soft thigh as it’s pressed against his body. The pair can’t keep quiet as Arthur soon begins pounding into her relentlessly, the kitchen filling with the sounds of gasps, grunts, creaking table legs, and skin slapping skin. He cups her cheek and studies her face, watching the pleasure written all over it, which only spurs him on more.

Feeling his orgasm fast approaching again, he slows down and gives y/n passionate kisses, whispering “You’re incredible,” against her lips. She’s too lost for words to form coherent sentences. He pulls out of her and grips her thighs, manoeuvring her so her hips are slightly off the table. He stands straight and wastes no time ramming himself back into her, trying to keep his noises down so he can enjoy listening to hers, while his hands hold her waist tightly. Her lower tummy fills with butterflies as she watches Arthur pound her senseless, the sight driving her even closer to the edge. His fringe stuck to his forehead, biting his lips between his teeth as he grunts, his eyebrows furrowed while he peers down at where their hips meet. The way he looks at her like a starving man looks at a 5 star meal.

“I know you’re close baby, don’t. hold. back.” He instructs with each thrust. His moves become sloppy and more desperate. She stutters his name to warn him she’s about to burst. “So close,” he mutters, only seconds before the pair release together. He moans her name over and over again like it’s the only word he knows, like he’s ensuring the entire building knows who makes him feel this good. Her whole body quivers as her pussy fills with his cum, overflowing and trickling into the floor.

Arthur drapes over and rests his head on y/n’s belly. “Wow, y/n!” He exhales.

“Arthur… where did that come from?” Y/n managed to croak out, still dazed by the new side of Arthur she hadn't seen before. Arthur chuckles against her tummy before standing up to grab her some kitchen roll for their mess.

“Well, months ago when you were on Becky’s channel, you said something about the idea of nerdy guys ending up being a bad boy in bed,” he explains as he helps her off the table and passes her his hoodie back, “and, well, I always forget about that everytime we got down and dirty, until today.”

Y/n is gobsmacked, she didn’t even remember saying it as it had been a few months since then, although it was true. And Arthur was the perfect example of the kind of nerd she had in mind, and today he proved he was that kind of lover too. “Well, that’s a side of you I didn’t know you had, but it was definitely fun.” She giggles, still feeling giddy.

“Honestly, I didn’t know I did either, but I’m glad you enjoyed it too.” Arthur replies. “Oh look, we wasted our pancakes again.”

Y/n reaches for the plates. “We can microwave them, but we did just fuck near them.” She laughs.

“I don’t mind that, but maybe I should clean the table and floor first.” Arthur chuckles, heading to the bathroom and returning with a fresh cleaning cloth. As y/n loads the microwave, Arthur gets to cleaning.

“I’ve just gotta keep my mind focused for the session tomorrow.” Y/n states, gritting her teeth in an exaggerated manner.

2 MONTHS + 29 DAYS BEFORE NOW:

Y/n sits across from Isaac and Arthur, awaiting the go-ahead from the producer and director to begin. Finally, y/n is guest starring on the ‘Bach and Arthur’ podcast. They’re in their new set, much more space themed, which impresses y/n as it’s the first time she’s seeing it in person.

The podcast begins, the episode’s main subject focusing on ‘The science of icks’, after the heavy shipping between y/n and Arthur. The pair haven’t come out as a couple yet and don’t plan to for a while, so they’re prepared to struggle to not accidentally let anything slip out. Ironically, Isaac is most worried about outing them.

“It’s so nice to have you on here, and by popular demand too.” Isaac states, gesturing over to y/n as if bowing in her presence.

“Honestly it’s an honour being here,” she replies, looking around the set with wonder, “it’s so much bigger than it looks on screen!” Arthur chuckles and puts his head in his hands, anticipating Isaac’s response.

“Guilty, as charged.” Isaac quips, before shaking his head and laughing awkwardly.

At one point, Isaac goes off on a tangent about how pheromones work and y/n’s mind starts wandering. Isaac uses dogs as an example, which takes y/n’s thoughts back to earlier that morning, just before she and Arthur headed to the studio.

The day started innocent enough. Y/n slept over again as Arthur still had the flat to himself and they were filming the podcast in the afternoon. They stood side by side brushing their teeth, y/n using ‘her’ toothbrush in Arthur’s bathroom.

Everything was fine until y/n had her shower and returned to Arthur’s bedroom in just a bathrobe. He was in the middle of getting dressed when she waltzed in gleefully, looking forward to the day ahead. “Wow, your arse looks amazing in those boxers.” Were her exact words, and that was all it took for Arthur’s brain to start turning wild again.

“Oh yeah? And how’s your arse looking today darling?” He flirted, watching eagerly as y/n turned and raised her robe, sticking her butt out in a half seductive, half playful gesture. It was still a little damp and foamy from the shower, its shine begging for his touch. “Fuck.” Arthur whispered to himself, wasting no time in standing behind his hot girlfriend and grabbing a handful of bubbly cheek. His breath tickled the back of her neck when he asked: “How much time do you have to get ready?”

“Plenty.” Y/n replied in a teasing tone, sensing the mood. Arthur gave her a light spank as he chuckled into her neck, his hand lingering as he gripped another handful. Soon enough the clothes he’d just put on were tossed across the room. Y/n turned her upper body back to kiss Arthur, their tongues dancing together, as he gently edged her closer to the bed. Y/n fiddled with the knot in her belt loop, quickly loosening it and discarding the bathrobe altogether. Arthur pushed her onto the bed, with her landing on her hands and knees with a cheeky giggle. Perfect.

Arthur’s hands roamed around her ass cheeks as he watched the small soap bubbles get wiped away. “Fucking beautiful.” He stated as y/n gave Arthur a little wiggle, arching her back and pushing her butt closer to him. She gasped when she felt how ready he was for her so quickly, as his hard tip made contact with the back of her thigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Arthur mumbled as he spat on his fingers and rubbed them between her plump cheeks. That feeling alone driving her crazy.

“Please…” Y/n whimpered, eager to feel that stretch again. Arthur’s hands kneaded her cheeks again as he stepped closer, moving the up to grip her hips. His tip pressed against her entrance as he stood still.

“Please what, baby girl?” Arthur asked, she could hear the grin in his voice.

“Please Arthur, please fuck me.” She begged. He hummed out a chuckle as he pulled her onto him, his hips making swift flush contact with her ass. Y/n exhaled a loud moan in both surprise and bliss. It wasn’t long before Arthur pounded away at her needy pussy, his velvet voice calling her name and telling her how good she took him. His fingers digging into her hips, definitely leaving marks behind as he pulled her on his cock again and again, adding pleasure every time his hand planted another slap to her ass. He painted light scratches down her back as he approached his orgasm, only minutes before he filled her to the brim again with his warm--

“Y/n?” Isaac asks, his lips curled in amusement. She blinks, feeling her face begin to burn.

“What- I’m so sorry my brain must’ve just switched off there.” She smiles awkwardly, her confession causing the boys to laugh.

“Wow y/n honestly, we invite you on with the kindness of our hearts,” Arthur reprimands jokingly as y/n hides her face behind her hands, “and you just ignore us!”

“So rude, that’s an ick right there.” Isaac chimes in with a grin as y/n continues chortling in embarrassment, turning redder.

“Hm, maybe your yapping was such an ick that her brain short-circuited Bach.” Arthur smirks.

“I’m sorry guys, I promise I have your full attention now.” She assures them, sitting up straighter.

“Out of curiosity, what were you thinking about?” Arthur asks sincerely, being sure to keep his tone platonic.

“Oh, something Bach said made me think of something that happened this morning.” Y/n answers, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. Arthur quickly takes some water from his mug, trying his best to not show a reaction.

“What happened this morning?” Isaac asks with genuine intrigue, having fallen for the couple’s ‘normal’ behaviour.

“I can’t say, it was something personal.” Y/n giggles awkwardly, avoiding Arthur’s eyes at all costs. Arthur’s mood shifts ever so slightly for the rest of the recording, seeming quieter than usual as he’s reminded of their morning activities too. This allows Isaac to take the reins.

After a while, the topic of listing each other’s icks become the new segment of conversation, each of them listing an ick and discussing their thoughts on each one. Again the three are very careful not to shed light on y/n and Arthur’s relationship, so they keep as vague as possible on some of the icks mentioned.

“Another one for me is when someone doesn’t like animals.” Y/n states, shaking her head in feigned disgust.

“I agree with you there.” Arthur adds, having regained his composure by this point. “I don’t get how someone can dislike any animal.”

“Well there are venomous ones out there and ones that attack humans.” Isaac guesses with a small shrug.

“Yeah, dangerous ones, that's fair enough. But I’m thinking more like domestic animals; dogs, cats, rabbits, etcetera,” Y/n confirms.

Isaac then brings up people who are rude to waiters as an ick, which sparks a whole conversation of people the three have met who do this. They finish the podcast with reading the viewers’ stories of their own icks, some of the anecdotes are ridiculous and make for great talking points. The recording session finishes without a hitch.

As everyone is preparing to leave y/n talks to the crew to introduce herself a bit more and to congratulate them on their usual good work, while in the corner of her eye she sees Isaac pat Arthur on the back sweetly.

Arthur then slips away for the toilet, being sure to tell y/n through text as to not disrupt her conversation. She leaves the staff to their close-down procedures as Isaac approaches her.

“You know, he’s really happy with you.” He says quietly with a beaming smile. “It’s really nice to see. I don’t think it can be picked up on camera, but he really does light up more when you’re around.” Y/n is taken aback by the sweet words.

“Thank you… Bach? Isaac? That’s so sweet.” She chuckles awkwardly.

“Isaac’s fine. People usually only call me Bach on camera.” He assures her as he puts on his jacket. “But thanks for looking after him. I will kill you if you break his heart though.” The pair break out into laughter as Arthur returns. They all leave the building together but Isaac heads off to meet Liv.

2 MONTHS + 13 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n frowns as she scrolls through TikTok, having stopped on a glambyflo video where she's dressed up all fancy. She enjoys the video and gives it a like, opening the comments to compliment Flo when she sees the top voted comment:

‘Are you and Arthur Tv together?’

Followed by loads of likes and replies. The replies were a variety, some saying they live together, some saying they’d make a sweet couple, then there's one of someone pointing out that Flo wore one of Arthur’s hoodies in an instagram post. Y/n trusts Arthur 100%, and she knows what shippers are like and has experienced them herself, but something about that comment gets to her.

She continues reading through the thread of replies when the same girl pointed out the date of the instagram post in question as proof. Y/n tells herself that she’s being silly, and yet, there she is looking through Flo’s instagram and finding said post. Seeing said hoodie. It is one of Arthur’s. It deeply bothers y/n that she herself has worn that exact hoodie. Her boyfriend’s hoodie.

She darts back to the comments on Flo’s TikTok video and there’s more separate comments about Flo and Arthur being a couple. Some people were replying saying that Arthur is clearly into y/n, but others replied comparing the girls. It starts making y/n feel queasy, she leaves the sweet comment for Flo and closes the app down. She lays back in Arthur’s bed keeps herself calm as she waits for Arthur to come out of the shower, probably his last shower in that shared flat.

When he enters his room, a cloud of steam following him like he’s a literal god, he immediately notices the look on y/n’s face. “Darling, are you OK?” He asks, softly sitting next to her on the bed and putting his warm damp hand on hers.

“I’m fine Arth, just read some comments on TikTok that rubbed me the wrong way.” She knows she can be honest with Arthur about anything. She looks at him sweetly and sits up, turning to face him.

“What comments? Nothing about you though, right?” Arthur’s face is laced with concern as he gives her knee a squeeze, his heart dropping in his chest at the thought of someone writing mean comments about her.

“Sort of, mostly people talking about you and Flo, some about me.” Y/n chuckles awkwardly, as she plays with her fingernails to avoid eye contact.

“People have shipped me a Flo for years, but she’s like a little sister to me. Literally, I’ve known her since she was a teenager.” His reassurance is heartwarming, but he can still sense the unease.

“The comments aren’t just shipping you two though, they think you are actually dating…” Y/n trails off slightly, feeling stupid for talking about it, “And they’re comparing us girls, which I just hate. I know it’s the internet and people can be dicks, but it’s not fair on either of us girls.”

“Oh, y/n. I’m sorry. Comments can really be shit sometimes, as you know. But people jump to conclusions all the time.” Arthur replies soothingly, pulling her into a hug.

“Their so-called evidence is that Flo’s worn a hoodie like yours before.” Y/n half laughs, taking a huge sigh.

Arthur pulls away to look y/n in the eyes. “I know the one you mean, she accidentally took it while I was in my room filming. I think she saw it on the sofa once and assumed it was one she has that's similar,” he explains, “I remember when I saw her wearing it, I pointed it out and she apologised profusely. I said she may as well keep it on as she’d got her make up around the neck, and to just throw it in the laundry basket when she next gets changed.” Arthur’s hand cups y/n's jaw, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her cheek.

“That makes total sense.” Y/n smiles.

“I’m sorry though, speculation is one of the worst parts of putting yourself out there. And you know if you deny it, they just accuse you even more.” Arthur holds her hand again softly.

“Yeah definitely.” Y/n sighs again, feeling embarrassed that she’d even let the comments bug her that much in the first place.

“But I do appreciate you telling me how you feel, you know you never need to hide things like that from me.” Arthur pulls her in for another hug, before standing and getting changed into sweats.

“Also, I told Flo to take the photo down at the time and she said no and accused me of being jealous because ‘she wore it better’.” He chuckles, y/n sniggers too. “I told you, she’s like a little sister. Her and Darcy literally remind me of my sisters.”

1 MONTHS + 24 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The podcast episode has been released. Y/n sits on her bed watching the video on her phone. It’s the first time in ages that she hasn’t woken up next to Arthur, but he’s been busy filming videos following his move. Y/n needs her Arthur fix, so the video going live was perfect.

She chuckles when she spots the moment Arthur thinks about their morning fun that day and how silent he goes, but is proud at how stoic he managed to look at the same time. When the video ends, y/n scrolls down to the comments. She laughs as she clicks on the specific timestamps and reads what the viewers had to say about those moments, and her heart melts at the sweet comments about her and Arthur, including speculations about their behaviour.

Commenter1: They’re trying too hard to look like just friends lmao

Commenter2: They’re not flirting but their eyes show it all ↳ Commenter3: either that or they fucked and now the built up tension is gone lol

Commenter4: The way their icks show more proof they’re made for each other

But then she spots a few comments she definitely wasn’t expecting: people shipping her with Bach?

“What?” She mutters to herself, so confused.

Commenter5: Anyone noticed that Bach and y/n seem to really hit it off?

Commenter6: y/n n bach really bounce off each other…… Maybe because they’re just good friends but still 🤨 ↳ Commenter7: I won’t stand for any #y/ntv denial.

Commenter8: y/nbach or italiany/n? Either way sounds good

Commenter9: can’t wait for the soft launch of y/n and Isaac ↳ Commenter10: writing this about someone’s boyfriend is insane btw ↳ Commenter11: second this. they're just talking more because Arthur went non verbal

There’s a lot more like that coming in as she scrolls, and she feels incredibly guilty as she reads each of these comments. She’d only recently been on a double date with Arthur, Isaac, and Liv. She begins feeling anxious about her friendship with the couple being ruined, especially with the cinema date she has planned with Arthur.

Arthur turns up to her place a couple of hours later, where y/n kept herself distracted with getting ready and doing housework. They’re heading to the cinema then back at his flat again, as it’s slightly closer. He’s chirpy as he runs from the door to his girlfriend and gives her a spinning hug.

“I hope you don’t mind love, but I invited Isaac and Liv to to join us for the film.” He beams. Y/n’s mind fills with dread.

“Oh, OK. That’s cool.” Y/n replies, trying to sound calm and collected.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Arthur asks in a fake bossy tone. “Is it the comments on the pod?” Y/n’s hands snap to her mouth as she feels her cheeks turn rosy. She only nods as she struggles to keep eye contact, the thoughts of an awkward cinema double date flooding her brain.

Arthur chuckles as he takes a seat in her lounge area. “Don’t be so silly, people comment that rubbish all the time. They have no clue what they’re talking about, well, except the ones who were right about us.” He shoots her a wink as she sits beside him with a creeping smile.

“I feel bad for Liv, I’ve never seen anyone ship Isaac with someone before.” Y/n sighs.

“I haven’t either, but plenty of women thirst over him on her TikTok videos, so I’m sure she can handle this.” Arthur replies reassuringly. “C’mon, we’ve got a scary film to watch.”

The pair spot Isaac and Liv while they wait outside, all giving hugs to each other. Liv is sweet but quiet as always, given that she and y/n haven’t hung out enough times yet. Y/n worries that it’s because of the comments. They head inside and wait in line to buy their tickets and snacks. While Arthur and Isaac yap, y/n takes a deep breath and apologises to Liv. “I don’t know how much you read on Bach- Isaac’s stuff, but I’m sorry if the comments on our podcast episode made you uncomfortable.”

Liv gestures towards y/n as if to swat her anxious thoughts away. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ve spent years reading weird comments about him. They don’t phase me anymore.” She sniggers.

“Oh thank god!” Y/n replies, “I was so worried they’d upset you.” Liv just laughs and gives her another hug.

"I'd be more concerned, but you and Arthur give each other heart eyes 24/7." She smirks.

“Ah look Arthur, my two girlfriends hugging!” Isaac bellows, wrapping an arm around both of them, causing the girls to chortle.

“Yeeeah. You’re a divvy.” Arthur states with a grin, before gesturing to the counter. “And we’re being served.”

1 MONTH + 11 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

“Right so, I’m back with another anomaly game and I’m not alone this time,” Arthur sweetly tells the camera, “by popular demand, I’m with y/n to be my second pair of eyes.” Sitting in Bach's usual spot, y/n smiles and waves at the lens before opening her eyes wider and shifting them around jokingly. They’re still not publicly out as a couple yet, but their experiences of hosting videos should keep them subtle.

“This game is called 'Exit 8', where we’re trapped in a corridor of a train station until we successfully identify or ignore the anomalies.” Arthur explains as y/n nods her head, watching the man on screen walking towards the character.

“So how do we know if there’s an anomaly yet, is this a practice round?” Y/n asks Arthur. He narrows his eyes at the screen as he slowly walks the character down the corridor.

“Hmm, I don’t know… Maybe we should keep an eye on things for now in case the next loop is the official start.” Arthur carefully eyes up every detail in the area, pointing each thing out and deciding that he’ll keep an eye on the left hand side of the room and y/n will observe the right side for anomalies. As the character turns the corner, the love birds see the instructions written as a station sign and realise the game’s now officially starting.

The pair have a rocky start, missing 3 separate anomalies and restarting from zero each time. But on their fourth loop, y/n is first to successfully identify an anomaly. “Arthur! There’s a door missing, there’s usually three.” Arthur whips the character’s POV round to a blank spot on the wall.

“Oh! You’re right! How did I miss that?” Arthur exclaims, shifting his eyes up to the camera in surprise.

“Because it’s on my side, silly.” Y/n teases. Arthur turns the character round and heads back, as the rules state, and they start the second loop.

“I know, but still, such a big thing missing and I didn’t notice.” Arthur mumbles, pretending to sulk over not being the first to spot an anomaly. “Those eyes of yours are truly magnificent.” He adds without thinking, turning his head and gazing sweetly at his girlfriend.

“Whose, mine or this guy’s?” Y/n quickly asks, defusing any chance of viewers flipping out by referencing the NPC on screen. She avoids his eyes but watches him snap his head back to the game.

“Obviously this guy’s — OHH! He’s staring right at me!” Arthur screams before turning the character and running back.

“That’s so creepy!” Y/n chuckles, fighting the urge to cosy up to Arthur, unsure of any big scares that may come.

They get pretty far into the game, having been recording for just over 35 minutes, reaching level 7. “One more level to go and we’re done.” Arthur states to the camera, conveying the seriousness of the in-game situation. The pair make a point to double check both of their ‘sides’.

“Arthur, stop a sec.” Y/n instructs, her eyes locked on the screen. “Look at that middle door and take a few steps right.” Arthur does as she says. The second door is slightly open with a still smiling woman looking directly at the player. “Oh my god that’s terrifying!” Y/n bellows as she shivers, instinctively moving her body closer to Arthur, before playing it off by faking another shiver and sitting back in her original position. Arthur is equally freaked out, his mouth hanging open as he turns the character around.

“So, so creepy.” He adds. As the character turns the corner slowly, he flips the POV back and yelps, purposefully startling y/n. She shrieks.

“Arthur! What the hell?!” She giggles nervously. “I nearly pissed on your lovely stool!”

Arthur laughs hard. “I’m sorry baby.” He replies softly, leaning back to kiss her just under her ear. They both freeze, starting at each other, then Arthur looks to his camera. He shakes his head and chuckles. “Looks like I’m editing this one myself!” Crisis averted.

They complete the game as normal and finish the video. Y/n helping Arthur unplug his recording equipment. “This might be a weird question Arth,” y/n begins, Arthur looking to her with an inquisitive hum, “but maybe it’s not so bad if your editors see us be affectionate. Maybe this can be used as a hard launch?”

Arthur pauses to think. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the world to know our beautiful little secret just yet.”

“OK, that’s fair enough.” Y/n slowly nods. Maybe he’s right. The pair haven’t dropped the L-bombs yet, so maybe any kind of launch is too soon. “It is kind of fun having this little secret.” She adds. While it’s true, she’d also love to be able to go out on dates, hold hands in public, and not have to tiptoe around her words and body language. However, she chooses not to push Arthur out of respect for his feelings.

17 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Y/n finds herself yet again with the boys and Becky, filming another pub challenge for ChrisMD's channel. On one team is y/n, George, and Arthur Hill; with Arthur, Becky, and Chris on the other. They’d been playing pub bingo, all football themed, and had stopped at their third pub.

It’s rowdy, but luckily for the group it wasn’t because they’d been spotted, but because it's 6pm on a Friday. A group of drunk 20 or 30-something lads spot the cameras and join the group’s table, naturally. Chris kindly explains the video when one of the men recognise him specifically and asks for a photo. The crew continue filming, with the men's consent. One of the other men crouches down at the end of the table, where y/n and Becky are sitting opposite each other. The guy’s mate then joins behind him, squatting slightly. Both men are very intrigued by the girls.

The guy at the front looks at Becky, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “My mate Dave here fancies you.” He states, gesturing his head back to his friend. Dave shooting her a nod. When Arthur’s done taking the photo of Chris and his fan, his attention shoots over to the girls, more importantly y/n. Just in time too, as the crouching guy then turns to her and eyes her up and down.

“Whereas I like the look of you. I’m Terry.” He reaches out his hand her way, which she hesitantly shakes politely.

“Charming!” She laughs, her tone half sarcastic and half friendly, hoping he’ll leave her alone. Arthur’s not even subtle with the daggers he’s staring at this Terry guy.

“You single?” He asks before taking a sip of his beer. He then leans in more towards y/n and her eyes widen slightly, leaning herself back. All the boys are keeping their eyes on these two men carefully now, while Becky is chatting to Dave in a more mutually friendly conversation. Arthur’s jaw clenches as he sees the discomfort on his girlfriend’s face, but feels powerless as he’s sat at the opposite end of the table with no quick way to step in. She’s in quite a predicament, being completely unaware that the cameras are all off now, she politely answers: “I’m not interested, sorry.”

Terry laughs before bellowing: “Learn to listen love, I asked if you were single, not if you’re interested.” Chris immediately puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder, as if to tell him not to react. Terry's loud choice of words catches Becky and Dave's attention too.

“Woah.” George coos, holding his hand up and in front of y/n, knowing Arthur is too far away to defuse the situation.

“I heard you, Terry, but whether I’m single or not doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.” Y/n awkwardly chuckles as she leans more towards George to feel safer, standing her ground whilst also trying not to anger the overstepping man.

Terry scoffs. “Now now, you don’t have to be a lippy slag about it.” He jabs, gesturing towards her angrily with his pint and spilling a bit of beer on her. Arthur immediately stands up, not evening thinking. Hill, who's sitting opposite him, also stands up, leaning over to get Arthur’s attention. Arthur ignores him as he stares harshly into the drunk’s eyes, Terry looking back at him in confusion.

“Leave it, Arthur, leave it.” Hill instructs to Arthur, but it falls on death ears. The crew taking more action too, one of them fetching the pub's security. Chris also stands, squeezing Arthur’s shoulder again while Becky naturally starts swearing at Terry.

“Now what’s his fucking problem?” Terry asks, aggressively pointing his finger towards Arthur with his free hand while his mate Dave tries pulling him away.

“You, obviously.” Arthur replies firmly. Terry scoffs again, swaying slightly as his friend apologises on his behalf, but he's not budging. George instinctively puts his arm around y/n and pulls her even closer to him while she dabs at the spillage on her lap.

Becky slides off her bench, with a male filming crew member at her side, they step round Dave and Terry and she rushes to y/n. “George, take us to the toilets.” She whispers quick. He and Arthur share a nod as the three head to the ladies’ room, George of course planning on waiting outside. Just as y/n leaves the table, Terry reaches out towards her ass, but misses luckily.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Y/n hears Arthur shout from behind her, but her legs don’t stop rushing towards the toilets.

“Ignore it, we’ll sort it.” George states as he stands to the side of the door. He watches on as the bar staff ask the drunken man and his group to leave, while respectfully asking the YouTubers to keep their language and voices down for the rest of the night. Becky checks on y/n, who is just tipsy enough to not get too upset by the situation.

“He loves you, you know.” Becky smiles, lightening the mood. Y/n grins too, feeling giddy at how Arthur reacted now that the shock has died down.

“I’ve never seen him like that before.” Is all y/n can say, a mix of feelings rushing through her faster than the cocktail she had ordered.

“Me neither, but it’s nice to know he can protect you without being too daft about it, isn’t it?” Becky adds, y/n’s smile growing as she nods in agreement. As y/n wipes more of the beer off her with toilet roll, she gets a text from George informing her that the annoying guys have gone and the table has calmed down. They exit together and Arthur immediately darts their way.

“Y/n, are you OK?” His eyes are laced with concern as his hands slide up to her shoulders. Y/n shoots him a dopey smile.

“You’re my hero.”

—————

Arthur let’s y/n into his new flat, she lazily kicks her shoes off and drops her jacket and bag to the floor. They’d finished filming just fine. Chris had informed the group that he’ll do a voice over explaining a rough version of what happened in the pub, and their fun was thankfully not ruined in the end.

Y/n heads to the lounge area and flops on the sofa, as Arthur fetches the pair a glass of water each. He joins her and holds her hand gently in his. “I don’t wanna put a downer on the overall fun day we had, but that incident in the pub scared me today.” He says softly.

Y/n sits up and faces him more. “Sadly that’s what it’s like being a woman, some men are just like that.” She replies, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand soothingly.

“I know that and trust me, I hate it, but…” Arthur trails off a little as his tipsy mind puts together the words, “I felt awful, really bad. Like it’s my fault.”

Stilling her movements, y/n watches Arthur’s face as she waits for him to continue, feeling confused.

“Like, you couldn’t say you had a boyfriend because of, and I couldn’t swoop in and say ‘hey, that’s my girlfriend’.” He elaborates, guilt written all over his face.

“Arthur, the way you stood up to that weirdo tonight was perfect in this scenario. And the others did a great job at keeping me safe too, because you’re all good people.” Y/n coos.

“I guess I feel partly responsible for what happened today, because it's me who's hesitant to announce our relationship.” He adds.

“Arthur, no-"

“And it’s stupid because I’ve been putting it off until I found the perfect way to tell you how I feel about you.” He holds both of her hands tightly in his as he word-vomits, “That just when I thought I had met all the best people in my life, you showed up dressed in a bloody postman outfit and I was a damn dog. I honestly think it was love at first sight. I was... hooked from the moment you spoke to me. I gravitated towards you the way plants lean towards the sunlight.” His voice cracks as he forgets to control his pitch and volume.

Y/n’s eyes begin tearing up as she beams ear to ear. Arthur continues: “And I’m so proud to call you my girlfriend. It pains me sometimes to not be able to show affection to you whenever I want. I crave your touch as much as my lungs need oxygen. I just-“

“Arthur!”

He stops and takes a breath, realising how much he babbled. “Hm?”

“I love you too.”

He yanks her into an almost back-breaking hug. “You really do?” He asks quietly as he pulls away.

“Of course I do Arth!” She giggles as her eyes twinkle. He bows his head with glee and gives her another tight hug, while she calmly lists all the things she loves about him, before they accidentally fall asleep on the sofa.

16 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

The sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter startles her. Immediately feeling pressure on her body, she peers down to see Arthur laying against her, snoring lightly. "Baby," she whispers gently, giving his back a small tap. He snorts awake and looks up at his girlfriend, the morning sunlight near blinding him.

"Morning angel," He mumbles with a croaky voice, "oh, we slept out here. Oops." He sits up slowly and rubs his eyes as y/n stretches. Arthur kisses her cheek before going to refill a glass of water and turning on the kettle. Y/n follows him to grab her phone from the counter, it's a text from Becky asking if she's OK after what happened yesterday. Y/n pauses for a moment when the pub situation flashes in her head. That scary Terry, the way Arthur stood up for her, the rest of the filming being a success, Arthur's confession. Wait. Arthur's confession.

"You want a cuppa?" He asks sweetly. She looks up at him. Her hero, the man who loves her. She nods as a smile creeps up on her lips. She starts texting Becky back, saying Arthur dropped the L-bomb on her last night, but stops herself in case she's misremembering.

"Arth?" She starts, her voice breaking from the rowdy night before. He turns to her, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" She asks innocently enough and Arthur chuckles.

"The bad thing or the really really good thing?" Arthur questions in return. Aha.

"Wait, I wasn't dreaming?" Y/n replied with a huge grin.

Arthur laughs as he continues making their drinks. "It was a dream come true for me, but no, it wasn't a dream." He hands her a cup.

"You looooove me." She teases. Arthur's eyes go wide.

"Wait, what?" Arthur exclaims.

Y/n bursts into laughter. "Nice try, you bully."

Arthur sets his cup down. "That was a bit mean, wasn't it?" He chuckles as leans down and kisses her above her eyebrow. "Of course I love you, how could I not?"

4 DAYS UNTIL NOW:

Feeling brave, the pair sit across from each other at Arthur's favourite fancy restaurant. He's been dying to take y/n there since the day they first met.

Arthur already knows his go-to while y/n eyes up the menu. "So, I was thinking of uploading our Exit 8 video next." He informs her, a soft smile across his face.

"Oh? You've finished editing?" Y/n asks, peeping up from the menu.

"Yes. All of it." He replies. His girlfriend nods with a sweet smile, then resumes looking for something to eat. "Y/n, all of it." Arthur clarifies, reaching across and placing his hand on hers. Y/n's wide eyes dart back up to him.

"All of it, like, all of it?" She questions, a grin spreading across her face as Arthur nods. "We're really doing this?" She adds.

"We really are." Arthur replies proudly.

30 MINUTES UNTIL NOW:

Side by side on y/n's sofa, they click on Arthur's Exit 8 video on her TV. It just went live, and they excitedly watch it together. Almost immediately, the spot exchanged glances neither were even aware of. "It's a good job this is happening because there's no way myself or any of my editors could've edited around those." Arthur points out gleefully.

"You would've had to scrap the whole video it seems." Y/n chuckles in response. Arthur peers down at y/n's genuine smile and wraps his arm around her, pulling her into him as they continue watching. They get to the moment where Arthur compliments y/n's eyes and they both giggle at how un-subtle it was. Then they get to the kiss on the cheek. Arthur left it unedited, no silly edits, just a raw sweet gesture.

"Tiktok's gonna explode." Y/n states with a grin. The video ends and Arthur scrolls down to the comment section and they take turns reading the comments out loud with pride.

Commenter1: A KISS????? "BABY"?????????? HELLO ↳ Commenter2: fr I'm about to crash out I KNEW IT

Commenter3: 6:23 the magnificent eyes comment omggggg ↳ Commenter3: wait. the kiss.....

Commenter4: y/ntv gang im too excited and impatient to do the whole video rn when's the kiss ↳ Commenter5: it's at 21:47 you won't miss it trust me 🥲 ↳ Commenter6: 21:28 its just a kiss on the cheek but its still so fcking cute!!!

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A/n: God this took me AGES and I'm sorry 🫶🏻 ♥ TAGS: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @themdera @rougetv @essieswurld @darleneslane @beauty-nd-the-geek @3sriracha - Gabby xo

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Underneath the Noise - George Clarke

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Masterlist

Chapter Ten: Off the Grid

———————————————

ATV cornered her in the kitchen with a packet of Jaffa Cakes and a suspiciously innocent grin.

“Okay,” he said, “hear me out before you say no.”

Y/N blinked over her cup of tea. “Already nervous.”

“Bach and I want you on the podcast.”

She nearly choked. “What?”

“Just as a guest! Nothing terrifying. We’ll talk about gaming, the football video, maybe the fountain thing if you let us—” He cut off at her expression. “Okay, no fountain thing.”

Y/N tried to play it cool, but her heart dropped straight to her stomach.

“It’s low pressure,” he added quickly. “Just us chatting. You’re one of us now—it makes sense.”

She forced a smile. “I’ll think about it.”

“Take your time,” ATV said, all casual as he opened the Jaffa Cakes like he hadn’t just detonated a minor panic attack in her brain. “But we’d love to have you.”

—

That night, the spiral came quietly.

She hadn’t meant to look. But one scroll led to another, and suddenly she was two Reddit threads deep and knee-deep in comment sections under the football video.

“She’s so desperate to be one of them it’s actually painful.”


“I’d watch George’s streams more if she wasn’t always there.”


“Only reason they keep her around is for views. And maybe the ‘George tension.’ Pathetic.”


“Chris needs to stop inviting every girl he meets.”

The words blurred together. It didn’t matter if some were upvoted and some weren’t. The tone was all the same.

You don’t belong.

She closed the laptop. Then turned off her phone. Then didn’t turn it back on.

—

No one saw her for three days.

Chris messaged. ATV checked in. George sent three increasingly worried voice notes, the last of which ended with, “Just… let us know you’re okay, yeah?”

She didn’t answer. Not because she didn’t care.

But because answering meant existing again, and she wasn’t sure she had it in her yet.

—-

Arthur Hill’s gig was already halfway through by the time Y/N showed up.

She slipped into the back of the venue unnoticed, hood up, hands stuffed deep into her jacket pockets. The air inside buzzed with bass and sweat and euphoria, lights flickering off the high ceiling like heat lightning. Bodies moved like a tide to Arthur’s voice—raw, steady, alive.

She hovered by the wall, letting the sound seep in through her skin.

It had been three days since she’d last replied to anyone. Since the spiral.

ATV’s podcast invite had been kind—excited, even. But somewhere between accepting it and actually prepping for it, she’d made the mistake of opening the comments under Chris’s football video. Then Reddit. Then Twitter. Then her own notifications.

And it all just hit—too much, too loud. One comment louder than the others:

“Why is she even there?”

That was the tipping point. She’d shut off her phone and gone radio silent. No streams. No Discord. No messages.

And yet here she was. Drawn in by Hilly’s name in bold print on the venue marquee. Pulled by something softer than guilt but heavier than loneliness.

When the set ended, she slipped backstage, nerves jangled from too much overthinking. The greenroom was dimly lit, half full, everyone buzzing from the show.

It was George who spotted her first.

He blinked, like he wasn’t sure she was real. Then, without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped her in a hug.

“You’re here,” he said, low and steady into her hair.

She couldn’t speak—just nodded, clinging to the warmth of his hoodie and the quiet understanding in his arms.

“Thought I was gonna have to call a search party,” he murmured, not letting go.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be. Just…” He finally pulled back, eyes searching hers. “Next time, let someone know you’re breathing, yeah?”

She managed a wobbly smile. “I’m breathing.”

He nodded, relief flickering across his face.

—

Later, they all spilled into a club down the street—Arthur’s post-show ritual.

The place was packed, the music decent, the lighting soft enough to hide in. Bach ordered tequila for everyone. ATV dragged her into a group photo. Chris yelled something about a dance battle. And for the first time in days, she didn’t feel like she was watching herself from far away.

George stayed close. Always nearby, always within reach.

They danced—not pressed together, but orbiting the same space. Her hand brushed his. His fingers grazed her lower back when someone jostled too close. Once, in a flash of bass and laughter, their eyes met, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

That was when the stranger appeared.

He was older. Sharp suit. Confident in a way that felt manufactured.

“Didn’t know angels came to clubs,” he said, voice syrupy, fingers ghosting over the small of her back.

Before she could recoil, George was there. Tense. Focused.

“Mate,” he said, voice flat. “Back off.”

The man turned, eyeing him with a smirk. “Relax. Just being friendly.”

Bach stepped in, arms folded. “Try being friendly over there.”

ATV leaned against the wall, smiling too brightly. “I’ve been politely waiting to get kicked out. Give me a reason.”

The guy held his hands up and backed off, muttering something about “fragile egos” before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding.

“Thanks,” she said, voice barely audible.

George didn’t answer—just looked at her, gaze intense.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get some air.”

—

Outside, the night was cooler than expected. The street was quieter, save for the occasional passing car. She leaned against the wall beside him, head tipped back toward the sky.

“I shouldn’t have disappeared,” she said softly.

George shook his head. “You don’t owe anyone anything. But I wish you’d let someone in.”

“I thought space would help. But it just… spiraled. The comments. The silence. It all got so loud.”

His shoulder brushed hers, grounding. “I get it. I really do.”

She turned to look at him. “Do you?”

He nodded, something unspoken in the tilt of his head. “Yeah. And if you ever feel like that again—like it’s too much—I don’t care if it’s 3AM. Call me. You don’t even have to say anything. I’ll just come sit with you in the dark.”

Her heart caught on the words. On the way his voice dipped, honest and careful. Like he was afraid she might break again.

She reached for his hand. “You already do more than you know.”

The tension between them shifted—deeper, quieter.

She stepped closer. He didn’t move.

Under the streetlight, his face was cast in soft gold. His eyes flicked to her mouth, then back up.

“George…”

His free hand came up, hesitant at first, then firmer—fingertips brushing her jaw. When he leaned in, there was no fanfare, no hesitation left.

Just warmth.

His mouth on hers—gentle, grounding, real.

She kissed him back like she’d been waiting for this to happen since the first night they met. Like something fragile had just been rewired.

When they broke apart, his forehead rested lightly against hers.

“Okay,” she whispered. “That was definitely not an almost.”

He chuckled, breathless. “Finally.”

From down the road, Chris’s voice shattered the quiet.

“Oi! We’re getting chips! You in or what?”

George groaned. “Perfect timing, as always.”

Y/N laughed, cheeks warm. “Let’s go before ATV actually punches someone for no reason.”

George laced their fingers together, thumb brushing hers.

“Only if we walk slow,” he said. “Don’t really feel like letting go yet.”

She didn’t argue.

And as they wandered back toward the chaos and the chips and the boys who had quietly become her family—Y/N felt like maybe, just maybe, she could start trusting the quiet again.

Because someone had come to sit with her in the dark.

And now, she wasn’t alone.

——

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Finally!!! Sorry to spoil but smut warning for the next chapter :P please skip or message me for alternate clean version of the scene xx

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Almost, Always // Chapter 10

paige x azzi

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

A/N - Here it is, chapter 10!!! I know I'm putting you through it readers, but I told ya'll this series was going to be full of angst... I love reading unexpected twists and turns and just feeling like characters have to work and fight through things to get to the fluff so that's how I approach writing :) from here on out, chapters will probably come out slower, I do have a life and things to do despite what last week showed lol

WC: close to 3k Theme: angst, that's it...

Chapter 10 – Mixed Signals

Azzi hadn’t meant to wait so long. She told herself she needed space, time to clear her head, but as days passed, the silence between her and Paige began to thicken into something heavier than she'd anticipated. It wasn’t out of anger, and it wasn’t meant to be cold—it was hesitation, wrapped in confusion, threaded with guilt she hadn’t fully admitted to herself yet. Each day that passed without responding made it harder to reach out, even though the ache to hear Paige’s voice only grew stronger.

She wasn’t angry anymore. That emotion had burned hot in the beginning, but now it had cooled into something heavier. Not rage, not resentment—just a low ache. Unresolved. Restless. Something that sat behind her ribs and made everything else feel quieter. And maybe that was harder to carry.

She sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through headlines she hadn’t asked for, refreshing her notifications out of habit. Her name. Paige’s name. The stories were still circulating—photos, old videos, reaction threads, podcast commentary from people who didn’t know them at all, but acted like experts on their love life. The photo of Paige leaving that restaurant lingered in her mind more than she wanted to admit. Azzi didn’t recognize the woman beside her. She wasn’t from their shared circles, not a teammate, not someone Azzi could place. That unfamiliarity unsettled her. It wasn’t jealousy exactly, but something sharper, more complicated. A quiet unease that clawed at the edges of trust, whispering questions Azzi didn’t want to ask out loud. What if there was more to that night than Paige let on? What if Azzi had been foolish to assume it meant nothing? And even though she hated the thought, it stuck, threading doubt into the silence that still stretched between them. 

She unlocked her phone, opened their text thread, and stared at the last message from Paige: I just want to hear your voice.

Azzi's thumb hovered over the screen. That one sentence hit her harder than any headline or comment thread ever could. Because the truth was, she wanted to hear Paige’s voice, too. More than anything. But the longer she avoided it, the more it scared her. How much damage it might have already done. She knew her thoughts would only spiral the longer she stayed quiet, feeding doubts and questions she couldn’t answer alone. If she didn’t speak soon, she risked letting her fear speak for her, and that terrified her more than anything Paige could say.

The irony wasn’t lost on her—how she’d once begged Paige not to let fear dictate their love, not to hide from the world, not to retreat when things got hard. And now here she was, paralyzed by her own. Caught in the same silence she’d once accused Paige of clinging to. It made her feel like a hypocrite, and worse, like maybe she wasn’t any stronger than the fear she’d tried to pull Paige through. Maybe she’d underestimated just how heavy the weight of outside noise could be—how much harder it was to hold love steady when the world kept trying to knock it loose. But if she’d learned anything from watching Paige push through that fear, it was that silence only grew heavier the longer you let it sit. And Azzi had let it sit long enough. Whatever uncertainty she still carried, Paige didn’t deserve to carry it alone. So she took a breath, pulled out her phone, and opened their thread.

Her thumb hovered for a second, then typed.

AZZI: I didn’t answer because I was trying to process everything. I needed space to clear my head, but I know that’s not an excuse. I’m sorry for going quiet on you, for shutting you out when I should’ve said something sooner.

A beat passed. Then another.

AZZI: Are you okay?

It took less than a minute for the reply to come through.

PAIGE: Just thankful to hear from you. I miss you, Az. Can we talk later tonight? I’ve been going a little crazy not hearing from you, if I’m being honest.

AZZI: I miss you too. I'll call you later, promise. 

Azzi’s chest tightened. The thought of hearing Paige’s voice again made her eyes sting. Guilt pressed in with it, heavy and sharp. She should’ve answered sooner. She should’ve called, even if she didn’t know what to say. Her mind flicked back to freshman year, a different kind of silence, another time she’d ignored Paige on purpose, but for a completely different reason, all to pull off a surprise visit for her birthday.

She’d spent the whole morning hiding out on campus, coordinating with Paige’s roommates, trying to make it perfect—texting in group chats, sneaking in through a side door, even bribing one of Paige’s teammates to keep her distracted for a bit. Meanwhile, Paige had been a wreck.

Azzi still remembered the steady stream of texts from Nika lighting up her phone as she hid in the stairwell just outside Paige’s dorm room.

NIKA: "Yo, you better get here soon. Paige is spiraling."

NIKA: "She’s pacing like a caged animal. Keeps checking her phone every 30 seconds."

NIKA: "I swear if she asks me one more time if your phone died, I’m gonna throw mine at her."

Azzi had stifled a laugh, clutching the cake box tighter to her chest.

AZZI: "Tell her to chill. I’m literally at the door."

NIKA: "Good. Because I can’t take any more of her ‘What if Azzi’s mad at me?’ whining. She’s dramatic as hell."

Azzi had paused for a second, heart full. She hadn’t meant for it to be a big thing. Just a birthday surprise. But now she could picture Paige on the other side of the door—worried, restless, overthinking.

She slipped quietly inside, creeping down the hallway until she reached the door to Paige’s room. When she pushed it open, Paige turned around so fast it startled her—wide-eyed, tense, like she’d been bracing for something else entirely. The look on her face was etched into Azzi’s memory: relief crashing into disbelief, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Her shoulders dropped, her breath caught, and for a second, she just stared—like Azzi wasn’t real until that moment.

“I thought you ghosted me,” Paige had said, breath catching. “I was about to call the FBI.”

Azzi had grinned, holding up the cake. “Surprise?”

Paige crossed the room in seconds, pulling her into a hug so tight Azzi thought her lungs might give out.

“Never do that again,” Paige mumbled into her hair. “I was going out of my mind.”

Azzi laughed softly. “Noted.”

They’d spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, a movie playing in the background while they passed the cake back and forth between bites. No pressure, no noise, just quiet comfort and soft laughter. It was the kind of night that made everything feel uncomplicated—steady, familiar, full in a way that lingered long after the credits rolled.

Now, thinking about how different this silence had felt—the weight of it, the ache of it—Azzi felt selfish. She hadn’t meant for it to go this far. She thought she was buying herself time to breathe, make sense of everything, and regain her footing after the world suddenly turned their relationship into a headline. But the longer the silence dragged on, the more it started to feel like avoidance. And now, she was starting to wonder if maybe it wasn’t just about processing, maybe it was fear, too.

Not fear of Paige. Fear of everything that came with loving her in public.

She had pushed Paige so hard to be open, to stop hiding, to choose their relationship out loud. And Paige had done it. She’d stepped up, made it visible, made it real in a way Azzi had craved for so long. But now, with the media storm swirling around them, the old videos resurfacing, strangers dissecting their lives, podcasts turning their history into clickbait, Azzi was starting to understand the weight Paige had been carrying all along.

And it terrified her to admit that maybe Paige had been right to be afraid.

Because now Azzi wasn’t sure if she could handle it. Not the noise, not the scrutiny, not the constant pressure of being watched and picked apart. She hated how quickly it crept in—how doubt took root in the quiet spaces, how her chest tightened every time her phone lit up with another headline. She didn’t want to care what people thought. But she did. And maybe that was the part she hadn’t been ready to admit before.

She had always believed their love was strong enough to withstand anything. But now she found herself wondering… what if it wasn’t about love at all? What if love wasn’t the problem? What if it was everything else? The eyes, the judgment, the pressure. What if she was the one who wasn’t built for it?

Azzi had to push through the rest of her day, even as her mind stayed tethered to that call with Paige. Despite the chaos in her head, basketball didn’t pause. Practices ran long, the weight room demanded her focus, film sessions left no room for drifting thoughts. Her teammates noticed the shift in her, but no one pressed. They gave her space when she needed it, filling the gaps with quiet support—handshakes, shoulder taps, subtle encouragement passed between drills. Aaliyah cracked a few jokes, trying to get her to smile. Stefanie pulled her aside during water breaks, offering quick words of reassurance.

Later that day, the playoff bracket dropped. The Mystics were in. So were the Wings. And, of course, they’d been matched against each other in the first round.

They found out during a team meeting. Coach pulled the matchup up on screen, and the room erupted with energy—cheers, groans, the hum of excited chatter. Teammates exchanged quick reactions, the buzz of adrenaline filling the space. Azzi leaned forward in her seat, heart skipping once, then again, when she saw the Wings logo lined up across from theirs. Paige’s team.

Aaliyah bumped her shoulder. “This oughta be interesting.”

“Yeah,” Azzi said quietly, already thinking ahead. Already thinking of Paige.

She figured Paige was probably in a room like this too, surrounded by her own teammates, watching the same bracket unfold on a screen. Seeing their team’s name next to hers. In just a couple weeks, they’d be face to face again—on opposite sides this time. The thought hit hard, sharp and strange. Azzi reached for her phone. Maybe a quick text would make it feel a little more normal. Something light, something simple. 

AZZI: So… guess I’ll see you in the first round.

PAIGE: That you will. You ready to get cooked?

AZZI: You wish. I’ll try not to distract you too much out there.

It was a light exchange. Easy. Familiar. The kind of back-and-forth that used to come naturally between them, without thinking. The trading of texts, that little bit of teasing, settled something in Azzi she hadn’t realized was tense.

She smiled—really smiled—for the first time in days, not just the polite version she’d been putting on for everyone else. She felt her shoulders drop, like a weight she hadn’t named was finally loosening. It didn’t solve everything. It didn’t erase what still lingered between them. But it was something. A thread tugging back into place, reminding her that they still knew how to reach each other.

After their afternoon practice, Azzi sat quietly in the corner of the locker room, towel draped over her shoulders, half-listening to the hum of conversation around her. Her teammates were laughing about something one of the rookies had said, trading playlist recs and dinner plans like the world outside didn’t exist. Like nothing followed them off the court except soreness and sweat.

And for a moment, Azzi envied that ease.

None of them were headline material right now. No one was pulling clips from their college days or analyzing their body language in tunnel photos. No one was digging through their personal lives, stitching together narratives from grainy screenshots and speculation. They got to play the game, go home, live quietly. Azzi couldn’t remember the last time anything about her life had felt quiet.

She didn’t resent them—of course not. But still, the contrast sat heavy in her chest. A reminder of how exposed she felt lately. How exhausting it was to carry a relationship that wasn’t just hers anymore. How lonely it could feel to be watched by a world that didn’t know her but still had something to say.

Azzi stared at her phone for a long time before making the call. It wasn’t about Paige picking up. She knew she would. That wasn’t the fear. The fear was in what would come after. The conversation. The weight of what they hadn’t said yet. The possibility that her silence had done more damage than she realized.

Azzi chewed on her bottom lip, thumb hovering over the screen. She wasn’t sure she was ready. But she also knew it wasn’t fair to make Paige wait any longer.

She pressed Call before she could second-guess herself again.

Azzi’s screen lit up with Paige’s face. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, shadows under her eyes, a kind of tired that went deeper than physical exhaustion. Azzi felt something in her chest pinch. A flicker of guilt. A flicker of missing her so badly it almost made her breath catch.

“Hey,” Azzi said softly.

“Hey,” Paige echoed.

They sat in the quiet for a moment, just looking at each other. No one rushed to fill the silence. It should’ve felt awkward, but it didn’t. It just felt like a pause — a breath they’d both been needing, but didn’t know how to take.

“You look tired,” Azzi said.

“I am.”

The honesty in Paige’s voice made Azzi hesitate. She’d had things she wanted to say — a hundred half-formed thoughts she’d been sorting all day — but now they tangled up again, caught between her throat and the fear of saying it wrong.

“I’ve been thinking…” she started, then trailed off. Paige tilted her head slightly, waiting. Azzi swallowed. “I want to talk more — really talk — but I think maybe for now… we just need a breather.”

Paige’s brow creased. “A breather?”

“Not from us,” Azzi said quickly, waving a hand in front of the screen like she could erase whatever Paige was already assuming. “Just from… everything else. The media, the stories, all the press stuff that’s gonna blow up once the series starts. I just think maybe we should hold off on trying to make sense of all that until it’s over.”

Paige’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You mean… like keeping things private again?”

“No, I mean—” Azzi hesitated again. “Not like hiding. Just… hitting pause on everything around us. The noise. I don’t want it bleeding into our games or distracting us. I just want to focus on basketball without everything else piling on top of it.”

Paige didn’t say anything right away. She just nodded slowly — too slowly. Azzi could see the shift happen in real-time, the slight pullback in her posture, the subtle way her voice dimmed when she finally answered.

“Yeah. Okay. If that’s what you want.”

Azzi frowned. “Paige, I’m not saying I want space from you. I’m not asking for a break or anything like that.”

“I didn’t say you were,” Paige replied. But her tone was off — softer, guarded. Something about it made Azzi’s stomach sink.

“Then what did you hear?” Azzi asked gently.

“I heard you say pause,” Paige said, her eyes not quite meeting hers through the screen. “And I guess I just don’t know what that means.”

Azzi opened her mouth to explain again but stopped. She didn’t know how else to say it. Because she wasn’t sure what she meant, either. She wasn’t asking for distance, but she also didn’t know how to carry their relationship and the noise it attracted while trying to compete in her first playoffs.

“I just want to protect what we have,” she said finally, quiet and unsure. “That’s all.”

Paige nodded again, but it was faint. Automatic. Not real. Azzi could tell — the same way she always could.

“Focus on the series,” Paige said. “Then we’ll talk.”

Azzi wanted to push back, to explain more clearly, to say, I still want you. I’m not pulling away. But everything in her felt tangled. Nothing she could say right now would land the way she meant it to. So she just nodded too, even though it didn’t feel right.

As she sat in the quiet after their call, Azzi’s thoughts kept circling back—not just to Paige’s reaction tonight, but to everything Paige had fought through to get here. A few months ago, Paige had been the one gripped by fear. Hesitant. Guarded. Afraid of what the world might do to something she held sacred. And Azzi had pushed her. Gently, then fiercely. Told her their love deserved to be seen. That hiding wasn’t safety—it was surrender.

And Paige listened. She stepped up. She chose Azzi out loud. Again and again.

Now, Azzi couldn’t stop wondering—if the roles had been reversed, if she had been the one asked to stand in that spotlight first, would she have been brave enough to do it? Would she have chosen Paige as boldly as Paige had chosen her?

She wanted to believe the answer was yes. But sitting in this quiet, heavy with hesitation, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

And that unsettled her in a way no headline ever could.

[sieveyourtea]

Born Archivist AU Wrap Up Post

Image ID below the cut. Art by @dcartcorner !

Series Summary:

Agnes Montague was a failure, the ritual poorly planned and even more poorly executed. But for the Ceaseless Watcher and the Avatars who have learned from this mistake--perhaps things could be different...

...Jonathan Sims, John as he prefers, is eleven years old when Mr. Bouchard comes to see him.

A massive thank you to you all. For reading, especially for commenting, and for all the support in getting this over the finish line.

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My ask box is open, I'd love to chat theories, questions, and thoughts anytime! Please don't be shy!

What to Know:

Child of Illumination is a fic series with three primary story arcs that follows John Sims from age eleven to his time as Head Archivist of Magnus Institute after being adopted by Elias Bouchard and Peter Lukas.

All three main arcs are rated T and suitable for those who can enjoy the same sort of content as in the podcasts. CW's are provided on individual chapters.

The Main Story:

Part One: Child of Illumination:

Agnes Montague was a failure, the ritual poorly planned and even more poorly executed. But for the Ceaseless Watcher and the Avatars who have learned from this mistake--perhaps things could be different...

...Jonathan Sims, John as he prefers, is eleven years old when Mr. Bouchard comes to see him.

Image Id at the end. Art by @sarcasticscribbles!

Part Two: Shadow in the Hunting Grounds

Agnes Montague was a failure, the ritual poorly planned and even more poorly executed. But for the Ceaseless Watcher and the Avatars who have learned from this mistake--perhaps things could be different.

Jonathan Sims, John as he prefers, has lived with fathers for six years. Like for a lot of other young people, University presents a time for self-exploration, and a first occasion of being out on his own without someone...Watching quite so closely.

Image ID at the end. Art by @sarcasticscribbles!

Part Three: Blood of the Covenant

Agnes Montague was a failure, the ritual poorly planned and even more poorly executed. But for the Ceaseless Watcher and the Avatars who have learned from this mistake--perhaps things could be different.

Jonathan Sims, John as he prefers, has spent three years working as a Lead Researcher at the Magnus Institute. For someone for whom home has had a less than solid definition, the Institute offers a chance for safe place for John to finally answer the questions that have followed him for as long as he can recall.

Being able to work alongside his father is simply an added bonus, of course.

Image ID at the end. Art by @sarcasticscribbles!

Art:

COI wouldn't be what it is without the amazing artists who have brought it to life!

Official Scene and Summary art is by @dcartcorner who does exceptional work across the board.

Official Covers for all three main stories are by @sarcasticscribbles who's art is one of the reasons I started to engaged in fandom at all!

Official additional art of some choice scenes as done beautiful by @mxwhore who I cant thank enough for their amazing work!

Other creators who have made art related to COI include @obscuravoid, @the-awful-dread-that-leaves, @novae-viking, @basilikum7, @hemi-demi, and @moominmammaonhero1n!

Please, go and show them some love! I will post an Art-chive into the series on A03 as well to link back directly to all of the amazing work that's been made! If you've made something and don't see your name here, please let me know!

Additional Content:

Part of the fun of the series are the additional side fics. They cover a range of topics from John's interactions with various people, time spent with Peter and Elias, and the horror content that makes TMA what it is. There are all flavors, from G to E, and all can be found at the hyperlink above.

These are NOT necessary to understand the story and do NOT contain critical plot points. They're simply for fun! .

A special shoutout to @selinko for a lovely set of memes that absolutely made my day and continue to do so!

FAQ's:

The following are just some things that have come into my inbox the last couple of days in particular!

Can I make fanart of this story?

Sure! Please tag me, I'd love to see and spread the love!

Can I make other fanworks of this story?

Sure! Same as above, please tag me. I'd love to see and spread the love!

Will you be writing more?

I may do additional side pieces, but the main story is happily done. I have a total of 105 fanfics, 104 of which are Magnus if you're interested!

Can I send you questions/thoughts/songs/things that made me think about the story?

Yes, my ask box is open and there is an anonymous option. I will delete rude asks, but otherwise am happy to answer. Any spoilers, I'll put below a bar.

Image IDs:

Cover Art: A painting showing John Sims at the center, playing chess with an unknown opponent. On either side above him are Elias Bouchard, surrounded by books, and Peter Lukas, holding a stack of playing cards. Together, they hold a crown of gold and green eyes over John's head, framed by a spider-web window. At John's feet are three animals--a lion, a cobra, and penguin, looking up from a base of fire that shows Agnes Montague, Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood, and Sasha James respectively. 

First Cover: Cover Art of John giving a statement to Gertrude the portrait. He is 11-13 years old, wearing square glasses and talking to her as if she is an old friend.  

Second Cover: A family style portrait of Elias Bouchard (aged around 40), John Sims (aged seventeen to eighteen), and Peter Lukas (aged around 50) years old. 

Third Cover: John Sims and Peter Lukas are playing a round of cards. John is debating whether or not to be on this hand with chin resting in his hand. Peter is holding a 2 of diamonds and a 7 of clubs, considered the worst draw in Texas Hold 'Em. Elias Bouchard, with a faint green light around his eyes, watches from behind John's shoulder, the whole viewed over by a Portrait of Jonah Magnus with the same faint green light. 

Thank You!

Thank you all again for letting me share this story and journey with you. After one year and nineteen days of writing, I am very happy and rather proud to say the series is complete. It's my longest fanworks project by a mile and wouldn't have been possible without all of your lovely support.

With all the love in the world, Sieve signing off.

[lxclerc]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢 ─ 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... in which karma finally bites you in the ass faceclaim... christina nadin pairing... charles leclerc x reader warning... none so far. petty charles and petty reader

note... i need everyone to pretend like all the text messages are in french. also no charles yet but lots of charles in the next part.

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part one → current part (part two) → part three

charles leclerc has never been on your podcast. it isn’t for the lack of trying per se but rather out of your own sheer stubbornness and need to protect your pride. chasing red, the motorsport podcast you’d built from the ground up, consists of you and your best friend emma. months ago, emma had emailed charles inviting him as a guest with emma alone as the host. it’s already unusual in itself considering you’re in every episode, but charles had replied to the email with a sort of snarkiness you aren’t used to but definitely not surprised to hear. 

dear emma,

if y/n wants me as a guest then she can contact me herself. thank you. sincerely, charles

it had been short and to the point and you’d rolled your eyes when you read it. if charles wanted to be petty then you’re certainly not about to appear on his doorstep begging him to come on your show. charles seems to forget that he’s gotten his pettiness from you. 

still, after that particularly irritating email, emma had been badgering you to explain what had happened. charles leclerc is the nice guy after all. who else would let ferrari fuck them over as much and still scream forza ferrari at the top of his lungs? according to emma, it’s simply impossible for charles to respond in such a way without some hidden history between the two of you. 

and she wouldn’t be wrong but you’d been able to keep that under wraps pretty well. you’ve kept your past right where it belongs – in the past and in your opinion, there’s simply no need to dig up old bones. of course, up until now as you watched with furrowed brows as your name trended on twitter. it seems no matter how deep you bury old bones, it comes back and haunts you – or in your case, bites you in the ass.

“you dated him!” you winced at emma’s sharp tone. you already feel a headache coming in – you hadn’t expected to be shoved down memory lane at a random tuesday if you’re being completely honest and you’re definitely not in the right state of mind to be dealing with it. 

“keep your voice down,” you say, putting your phone down and allowing yourself a sip of your coffee as you try to ignore emma’s incredulous looks. 

“you dated him?” she says again, in a sarcastic whisper this time that made you roll your eyes. you hated her sometimes. you love her of course, but you really hate her sometimes. 

and you hate whichever idiot got ahold of those photos. everyone seems to have so much to say but they can’t seem to comprehend that the charles and y/n in those photos aren’t the same charles and y/n now. you’re both grown now, no longer little kids fueled only with dreams and ambitions. now you’re fueled entirely by coffee and the will to not stalk his social media. 

you’re over charles leclerc. you’re so over him that you spend all your time applauding yourself just how over him you are. of course, you’ve seen charles around after the break up. you both live in monaco after all. it’s impossible not to accidentally pass by each other walking to the grocery store or be at the same restaurant or the same party. you’ve seen him around the paddock multiple times but neither of you say anything. sometimes your eyes meet and the familiarity in each other is difficult to ignore but mostly, you just walk past each other as though you’re strangers, as if you hadn’t spent your childhood memorizing the patterns in his eyes. 

you groaned at where your mind went. this is the last thing you want to be thinking – or talking – about at eight in the morning. you blame twitter and emma entirely for your predicament. it doesn’t help that you share an apartment with her too. 

“no comment,” you say finally at her expectant face. 

her little evil grin terrifies you as he picks up a stack of papers from the coffee table, placing it in front of you. “i’d suggest clearing the air between the two of you before thursday because you’re spending vegas with ferrari.” 

you almost spit your coffee as you grabbed the paper and double checked. unfortunately, there it is in plain sight, your sponsor team right next to ferrari. the document contains your schedule for vegas as an F1 presenter. you’ve been lucky enough not to be assigned to ferrari since you’ve been assigned the job three months ago. but alas, all your bad karma seems to have finally caught up with you today as you read through your itinerary, the first words being an ice breaker game with carlos sainz and charles leclerc proceeding with a hot lap with one of the drivers on friday. 

oh jesus christ, you’re screwed. 

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[buuniebaby]

you and hamzah going round FOR round

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU. 🎀

includes: cute fluff at the start -> turns to v much rough sex. spanking, choking, slight degrading he gets a lil mean.. mentions of semi public sex

wc: 3.4k

back from vacation! hope u all enjoy 💖

there’s an overwhelming aura floating around the crowded house, and it’s draining the life out of you and your boyfriend.

neither of you are really the most social people in general, which is why it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to attend a family get-together with your side - the biggest yappers you know. you think you’re starting to see faces blur together as you continue to awkwardly smile, not paying attention to the conversation you’ve been dragged into.

you feel a wide hand slide just beneath your midriff, and you don’t need to look to know who it belongs too. you’ve already fixated enough on hamzah’s presence: the way he touches you, his smell, his breathing. his proximity makes you calm down a bit, exhaustion beginning to melt off your shoulders.

you shift your attention from the conversation back to your boyfriend, looking up at him from over your shoulder while his arms are wrapped around your waist. he gives you a look of reassurance, and you can tell already that he’s thinking the same thing you are.

“i think we might head out now.” he murmurs, voice soothing and soft. you smile up at him - a way to thank him for saving you from awkward social interactions - a much more genuine smile than the forced one you’ve had this whole time.

after saying your goodbyes, he walks you out with a protective arm around you. he stays like that until you two reach the car, and the subtle touch makes your heart jump to your throat.

he drives, hand softly pressed against your thigh, and you pull small talk out of him. you’ve found that throughout your whole relationship, that he just doesn’t happen to be a big talker. not that he doesn’t want to; he has things to say, he just doesn’t know how to unless you give him the opportunity. It’s the total opposite to how he is on camera, rambling and joking around with martin. he’s told you that he still gets nervous around you sometimes, even after months of dating, meeting your parents and literally moving in together - it’s endearing to you.

it’s a relatively far drive from where the two of you reside. not far enough that you’d ever have to spend the night away or anything, but far enough that you have to pee and he has to get gas. you’re running to the bathroom around the side of the building, and it really looks like you could get a disease or something back here, but your urge to piss is worse than whatever you could possibly be contracting.

you’re reminded how good he treats you when you find your way back to the car, only to see that hamzah’s grabbed you your favorite candy and a dr. pepper.

“thank you, baby.” you smile, genuinely greatful for the way he takes care of you. “so sweet to me.”

“only for you.” is all he replies back, voice deep and soft. you like moments like this, when you do things for each other without thinking. it lets you know he really cares.

his hand stays on your thigh for the entirety of the drive back. you’re arriving back at your place before you know it, fishing the house keys out of your pocket, freezing when you feel his hands run over your shoulder blades, traveling down to your waist. you’ve noticed how touchy he’s been with you all day. he’s been busy the past week, working on podcast stuff and getting the new studio situated - you guys haven’t had sex in almost two weeks. poor boy is probably pent up.

you’re wandering into your shared bed the moment the door is opened, falling into it face-first. hamzah follows you, snuggling in next to you. you feel his palm caress your back softly, feeling up your body.

“been missing you.” hamzah mutters. it’s enough to get you to lift your head off of the bed, unable to tell if he means it in an “i want to fuck you” way or an “i wanna cuddle and watch a movie with you” kind of way.

“hmm?” you say, tilting your head, shuffling to his side of the bed. hamzah eyes you up and down for a second, pursing his lips.

“c’mere.” he mumbles, patting his lap twice. you follow his commands, sitting between his thighs, hands balancing you out on his biceps. “atta girl.” he murmurs under his breath as his hands trace down your body, feeling up your ass specifically.

he’s kissing you before you know it, nothing slow and sweet like he normally is. it’s needy, desperate even, and it makes you feel weak. he’s pulling you as close as he can as your lips press up against each others, pinning you into place.

“missed you really fucking bad.” he says, same comment as last time, but more desperation in it. if it isn’t obvious already, you’ve come to the conclusion that he means it in an “i want to fuck you” way.

a hand creeps down under the softness of your hoodie (actually, his hoodie, which is one of many that you’ve stolen), pushing it up over your head and leaving you in just a lacy bra and nike pro shorts - the ones you know he likes because of the way it shows off your body.

he kisses you again, hard and deep, licking into your mouth like he’s never tasted anything better. he’s pulling away not soon after, one hand on your waist, the other trying to pull your bra off. he’s a little too far gone, struggling to yank it off as fast as he can, so you help him by unclipping it.

he stares as it comes off, groaning at the sight. he loves your tits, you’ve noticed, always taking time to play with them or suck on them like he’s a baby during foreplay. he’s already kneading a hand into one of them, sucking on the other hard enough to bruise. there’s teeth and tongue and it’s messy and wet - exactly how he likes it. you grind your hips against him a little, realizing how hard he’s gotten from just this, and giggle. it gives you an ego boost, how obsessed he is with your body.

“you don’t understand how bad- fuck.” he pauses when your hips meet his again. “how badly i wanted to fuck you.”

“yeah?” you smirk, voice smooth, yet still sounding almost as gone as he is.

“yeah.” he says, gripping onto your waist, slamming your clothed hips down onto his with a groan. “when i was looking at that studio with martin- he had to leave early, and i kept thinking about you.” he rambles, stuttering a bit as you grind into him. “fucking- got so hard- came all over my hand in the bathroom.” he groans. your eyes widen, blushing a little when what he just said hit you. he jerked off.. in public.. to you.

that’s.. really fucking hot.

you’re so turned on and it must show in your face, because hamzah is picking you up already. your instinct is to straddle him, wrapping your legs around him koala-style, but before you can move he throws you down onto the bed. big hands grip your thighs as he spreads your legs apart, pulling down your shorts and panties all in one swoop. he throws the shorts away, but keeps the panties. there’s a pause for a second, and you look up at him, confused.

“wanna make sure you stay quiet.” he mutters, breathy. he gets on top of you, arms pinning you down from each side, and then shoves your thong into your mouth.

fuck.

you can taste yourself on it, dripping with wetness from how badly you want him. he only smirks at you from above, then moves down, face to face with your pussy.

“stay quiet for me, okay?” is all he says before he’s diving in, mouth on your clit. you can’t help but moan at the sinful feeling through his makeshift gag. plus, you know that there might be a consequence to being noisy - which is exactly what you want right now.

his tongue is wide as he laps at your pussy, two fingers entering you before you know it. another loud moan gets him to stop for a second, biting down on your thigh. it’s like a warning, letting you know you’re on thin ice.

he wraps his strong arms around your thighs before he’s lapping up at you again, sucking at your clit while he curls his fingers up into you.

he slaps your thigh this time when you moan, and it only makes you louder - his last straw.

you whimper when he stops and stands up, watching as he pulls down his shorts and takes his cock out of his boxers. he positions his thighs so that they’re surrounding your shoulders, and he rips your panties out of your mouth. he strokes his cock with them for a second, speaking as he does it.

“if you don’t shut the fuck up-“ he pauses, groaning, “I’ll do it for you.”

your eyes widen. he’s getting mean, and you like it.

“mm?” is all you can say, pushing him to get meaner. he throws the panties to the side, then rubs his cock against your lips, now closed. his precum makes them glossy and shiny.

“so now you shut your mouth?” he says, cocky. it’s what he does next that really shocks you - a large hand comes down on your face, slapping you against the cheek.

“fucking open up.” is what he commands, and god you listen. his cock immediately goes all the way down your throat, a hand gripping at your hair.

“made me wait, so fuckin’ long- and this is how you treat me when i finally get to fuck you?” he growls, cock hitting the back of your throat again and again. you’re overwhelmed by the sensation of him using your mouth like it’s your pussy, barely giving you time to pull off and breathe, but god is it hot. his balls slap against your chin with each thrust, nose touching his thick pubic hair.

“fuckin’ choke on it- good girl.” he says, a finger playing with a loc of your hair. you love the way he praises you even when he’s being rough. at the end of the day, you’re still his princess.

his eyes flutter shut, hips stuttering and head rolling back when he cums, filling your mouth and making you choke. he pauses for a minute, cock sensitive, moaning at the feeling of you swallowing. there’s a long string of a spit and cum mixture that trails out of your mouth when he pulls out, coating your chin. he uses his dick to smear it around a little, making a mess. you smile, dizzy.

he stares at you in a haze, placing a soft kiss on your lips - he’s as sweet as he is rough.

“still wanna fuck you,” he whispers in your ear, voice deep and raspy. “until i’m fucking cumming dry.” god, the way he talks to you is so fucking hot.

he’s manhandling you again, flipping you over onto your stomach. you think he gets an ego boost from the way he can just grab you and throw you around. you’re not complaining either, to be fair; it’s hot.

you stick your ass up in the air, arching your back, knowing the sight is gonna turn him on. your thoughts are confirmed when you hear him groan, spreading the cheeks out to see your pretty pussy leak for him. he grabs his cock, sliding the tip against your folds, being careful not to slip in with how wet you are. you look back at him from behind, biting your lip and making eye contact.

“you look like a braindead fucking slut right now.” he says, out of nowhere. it’s dirty, a gross way to talk about you, but god does it make you wetter. he leans down, planting kisses on your neck, before wrapping his hands around your throat.

he’s sliding his cock in while he chokes you, and if your throat wasn’t already cooked from all the face-fucking earlier, it definitely is now. the stretch feels good for both of you; you know by the way he’s already setting a fast pace.

you can barely speak from the way he’s taking your breath away, from both the choking and the way he’s pounding into you, but you manage to choke out a strangled “hit me.”

you’re craving the roughness, and it makes him fucking feral. before you know it a hand is coming down on your ass, smacking you while his hips do the same. he continues until your ass is bright red, taking pride in the way he knows it’s gonna be bruised.

he moves his hand from your ass to your hair, gripping at the ends of it. your head is pulled back, accentuating the arch of your back, and it only makes his pace faster.

your hips are grinding against his, feeling your insides squeeze around him. your clit meets his hips each time he thrusts into you, and god, does it feel good. your vision spots as you feel your pussy flutter around him, and before you know it you’re cumming around his cock.

he pulls out moments after your orgasm, but you know he isn’t done with you yet. he flips you around and kisses you, picking you up by the ass and lifting you into his arms. your legs wrap around him instinctively, kissing him even deeper.

his hands move from your ass to the backs of your thighs, and you’re in awe of how he’s even capable of holding you up like this. you jolt as you feel him slam your back against the wall, and all of a sudden he’s holding you up against it with just a single hand. god, he’s so fucking strong.

he used the other hand to stroke himself (barely) before he pushes his cock back into you, both hands moving to your body. he thrusts into you, pinned up against his wall. his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck, adding more than a few hickies. he likes to claim you like that, show everybody that you’re his. as much as it is scandalous, he fucking loves it when you show up on the podcast or in a video with hickies; he wants everyone to know that you’re his baby.

“h-hamzah,” you whine, overstimulated by the way he fucks your sensitive pussy even after your orgasm.

“yeah baby?” he asks, voice breathy as he thrusts into you, keeping his rapid pace.

“want you to cum inside me- fuck- so ffucking bad. don’t care if you get me pregnant.” you cry out, feeling his dick twitch inside you at his words.

and fuck, that does something to hamzah’s brain. hypothetically, he knows that probably isn’t a good idea, but god does the thought of it make him feel fucking feral. he decides between it for a few seconds in his head, before going with the option of “fuck it, we can get plan b after.”

you feel the drags of his cock inside you slow down, the “plap” sound of his thrusts getting deeper and louder, and suddenly your insides are warm and wet, being filled up by hamzah’s hot cum.

he takes a second to breathe, hands shaking a bit, but doesn’t pull out. you wrap your hands around his neck, keeping yourself upright. he’s already moving, cock still inside you - you give him a confused look as he opens the door and brings you out to the kitchen.

he grabs onto your thighs, picking you up and pulling you off his cock. he sits you right down on the kitchen counter, and suddenly you know exactly what he’s trying to do.

he crouches down onto the floor, getting on his knees. he’s face-to-face with the counter now, and about to be face-to-face with your cunt as he grabs your hips and pulls them to his mouth.

you expect him to dive in again, tear you apart, but he takes a different route. he spreads your lips apart with his fingers, gently thumbing your clit. you watch him, staring at your pussy, still sort of confused, until his cum begins to drip out of you.

he latches on to your pussy, licking at every drop of cum leaking out of you. not only does it feel good, but they way he’s lapping at his cum mixed with your juices is really, really fucking hot. you reach a hand down to your own pussy, rubbing yourself while he eats you out.

he continues until he’s nearly licked you dry and you’ve both settled after the intensity of the last few rounds. he kisses you, softly. it’s different from the rough tone of before, more like a “thank you” kiss.

he rests his head on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses over the deep red hickies he had left before. a soft hand massages your back, and you hear him whisper.

“think you can do one more?”

a blush creeps onto your cheeks at the question. you’ve never gone this long before, but the idea of fucking while still extra sensitive from the overstimulation is a lot more tempting than it should be. you smirk, deciding that you’re up for it.

“as long as you cum inside again.” is all you have to say before he’s lifting you up again, throwing you down onto the couch. he crawls on top of you, placing calloused hands on your small hips.

“all I have to do is touch you, and you’re already sounding so fucking pretty for me.” he mumbles when he hears the soft noises that come out of your mouth. he latches onto your collarbone, leaving more marks before he shoves his face into your titties. he’s such a fucking fiend, it makes you giggle a little.

you buck your hips up, too horny to be embarrassed by the moan you let out from him simply sucking on your nipple. a hand suddenly comes down on your pelvis, hard. you try to roll your hips, but his strong grip keeps you in place.

“gonna fucking break you.” he says, and god you need him more now than you ever have before. you watch him grip his cock in his hand, hard as a rock. your hips roll up for him, and he can’t help but force his cock into you with one big, long thrust.

“fuck- hamzah-“ you say, blood rushing to your head. he’s kept his hand on your lower half this whole time, pushing low on the place where his cock bulges against skin in your stomach, and god he’s so fucking big and it’s so sexy.

he’s pounding into you, fat cock twitching inside you and you can’t help but already feel a burning heat in your stomach, clenching hard around him.

“hamzah!” you nearly scream, the coil snapping in your stomach. you feel yourself drench his dick in your juices, pulsing around him - like a chain reaction, it only makes him cum even harder inside you, spilling his seed into your insides.

he rides out his orgasm, collapsing next to you. heavy breathing, he brushes a hand through his messy curls. he does that thing where he nuzzles his head in your neck again, and you lean into the touch, playing with his hair. you kiss him on the forehead, trying to convey all the love you felt in that moment to him.

he looks up at you, soft. it’s almost submissive; you can see the love in his eyes.

“you okay?” you ask, making sure he’s not dissociating too badly.

he nods. “can I- can- can you kiss me?” he mumbles, causing you to melt a little bit at the softness. you pull him in for a soft kiss, moving slowly. you savor the taste of him in the moment, taking it all in.

“love you.” he mutters as he pulls away. “sorry if i was like- too rough. I don’t wanna actually hurt you, I just like, stop thinking when i get a certain amount of horny, it’s like-“

you cut off his rambling with a kiss, smiling against his lips.

“you’re fine.” you giggle. “it was hot anyways.”

[deergravity]

Seeing as my internal rewards system has moved on to 'trans fiction' from 'queer horror audio drama podcast' I thought I should do a little roundup of everything I listened to the past few months.

A rough ranking:

Malevolent. Just squeaking into the top spot here based on 1) technical prowess (iykyk) 2) compelling characters and story and 3) they are my blorbos your honor!!! Mind boggling that Harlan Guthrie has so much chemistry with himself.

The Silt Verses. Only topped by Malevolent bc season 1 is not as polished, but it really doesn't matter. Top tier characters, amazing worldbuilding, intricate plotting and it had something to SAY about the casual violence of systems, the nature of hope, the complexity of being human in a world that tries to make us inhuman. Also, it doesn't rely on some thin recording contrivance (a framing device that has its place) and instead truly takes the mantle of audio drama without apology.

The White Vault. On the topic of framing devices, TWV has a very cool take on found footage recordings. A group of [researchers/archeologists] are sent to investigate a remote site in [Svalbard/Patagonia] and the podcast is structured as a documentarian presenting the notes, recordings and diary entries in a reconstructed timeline. My favorite element is that many of the characters don't make their notes in English, so the segments will often open with the VA speaking German, Spanish, Mandarin, Icelandic, Russian, etc etc before fading into the translation. There are miniseries between the seasons available on their patreon and they were so worth the $10 I paid to access them for a month. Reveals are slow, but worthwhile, and the mythology built for the show is highly original and intriguing.

Deviser. A one season contained story from Harlan Guthrie of Malevolent. Scifi, psychological, lots of wet awful body horror. If you're a fan of Harlan wimpering into a mic, you'll love this one.

WOE.BEGONE. Long, ongoing, and so so so far from the original premise it's hilarious, I'm ranking this higher than it maybe deserves for two factors 1) the creator and the VAs are clearly having a blast and 2) it's riding the line of taking itself serious despite a premise that invites irony poisoning without becoming too wrapped up in itself. It's fun, I think, that keeps w.bg strong.

The Magnus Archives. Should this be one up? Probably. But everyone bloody well knows tma by this point, it's good, great even! Beyoncé of horror podcasts.

I Am In Eskew. Only knocked down due to the actually godawful sound quality. Truly unsettling stories though (the one with the building architect haunts me) and a surprisingly realistic conclusion. You can see the bones of The Silt Verses here, from the same creative team.

The Magnus Protocol. Everything above this is there due to originality. As a sequel series, TMAGP will always suffer in that measure. However, I like our new cast and I do love an alternate reality. Curious to see where season 2 takes us. I'd like to kill Mr Bonzo in a fire.

The Inexplicables. Another one season story, this time from Rusty Quill, with really fun, flawed characters and no recording framing device!

Wolf 359. Storywise, great! Characters, excellent! Kicking it way to the bottom bc they just would NOT STOP referencing H***y P****r. Yes, Doug's characterization hangs on excessive reference humor, but that was one well I wish they'd left alone.

Red Valley. Knocked for HP references too (come ON british podcasters, do better) but more importantly for veering WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY too close to real life in season 3 onward. I was here for a horror sci fi story about cryogenics, not to listen to my worst climate disaster fears brought to life via hearing rich old sods try to buy their way out of consequences while the world burns and eco terrorism escalates. Too real. Not bad storytelling, just very much not fulfilling my escapism needs.

It's kinda crazy to me that anytime I mention this genre to normies in my life they say, "oh, like true crime podcasts?" And then I die inside. No dude, like radio drama. Like War of the Worlds.

Anyway, I'm off to get even less relatable by reading a zillion niche trans novels (hello Welcome to Dorley Hall, aka, what if there really was a 'trans cult' force femming dudes to undermine their masculinity? It's amazing how much yarn we can make by subverting the cis gaze.)

[chukys-mouthguard]

good graces

you do something suspect, this cute ass bye-bye

featuring -> william nylander x female reader

genre -> angst/fluff

word count -> 1.35k

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

“Have you seen Willy on Spittin’ Chiclets yet?”

Your friend called to you from the kitchen as she started on making drinks while you were taking a bit longer on your makeup than you would’ve liked.

“Fuck I forgot, let me pull it up.”

You and William had been seeing each other for almost nine months now, though not putting a label on it things were pretty serious. Having taken numerous trips together, William constantly spoiling you, all while telling you he couldn’t imagine his life not getting to be your guy.

He’d gotten invited onto the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast and you were excited to watch. It was one of your favorite shows, but you also were anticipating them to ask William some hilarious questions.

“Okay so, we gotta ask. You’re a young guy here in Toronto, dare I say you’re a stud! What’s the dating scene like here in Toronto? You tied down by a lucky lady, what do you have going on?”

William chuckled as you quickly flashed your eyes to the screen of your cell phone, seeing the way he blushed at them asking the question. While you knew this podcast had been filmed several weeks ago, you were still aware of what his answer should be, at least from your perspective. But as he hesitated, and stumbled over his words you could feel your grip on your eyeliner tightening.

“Yeah um, I’m definitely here for a good time. Not really tied down, just enjoying my time here for sure with whoever comes into my life. But, I like to think I do alright for myself.”

Pausing the video you emerged from the bathroom to find your friend with the same look of shock on her face as you currently had on your own.

“Are you joking?”

“He’s fucking dead. Not really tied down? Is he stupid?”

You couldn’t believe William had actually said those words, not really tied down. Had the last nine months been something casual and meant nothing to him? Here you were ready to go out to dinner with him and some friends, but now all you could repeat through your brain was that interview.

“What are you gonna do?”

You headed over to the bar cart, grabbing a shot glass and the tequila. Throwing back a shot before you hurried back to finish your makeup.

“I can’t bail, but he’s going to see a side of me he won’t like if he doesn’t acknowledge it, that's for sure.”

You’d arrived at the restaurant, the few tequila shots you’d tossed back calming your frustrations a bit, though you were still upset with William. Not wanting to ruin the night you figured the least you could do was power through a dinner and not give away any sign you were unhappy with him.

But as the dinner unfolded, it was as if anything William did was coming across as suspect. The way he smiled at the waitress, calling her sweetheart anytime she’d checked in or brought him something. The way he would place his hand atop hers anytime she’d stop by the table and ask if he needed anything. Your anger only building as you thought back to his comments on the podcast, rolling your eyes thinking that everything with him was just a casual fling to him. Despite how much he’d meant to you.

He caught you staring at him from across the table, you’d opted to sit across from him versus next to him so you could give yourself a bit of space to try and give him the opportunity to notice your mood. But he didn’t necessarily catch on, acting as if things were normal other than where you’d chosen to sit.

With dinner wrapping up, you’d all chosen to go to one of the bars down the street. William now noticed how you were walking arm in arm with your friend rather than by his side. He called out to you, simply getting the cold shoulder as you elected to keep walking as if you hadn’t heard him. Your mind focused on getting to the bar and getting some more drinks in your system, needing to channel your frustrations through alcohol and dancing.

William opted to sit with the group, watching you dancing on the floor with your friend. Figuring that he’d done something to piss you off, but he didn’t know what. Usually the two of you could talk through things, but it was clear you had no desire to talk to him tonight. And he knew better than to push you or force anything on you, simply giving you the space you wanted.

His eyes followed you as you made your way to the bar, a guy soon approaching you as you ordered a drink. William fully expected you to kindly dismiss the man, but instead he saw you laughing and smiling. Your hand resting on the man’s forearm as you were clearly enjoying yourself. He tossed back his drink in frustration as he stood up, making his way to the bar to step in before you’d do anything further to really anger him.

“Hey, everything okay?”

William smiled down at you as he rested a hand at your lower back, flashing his eyes to the gentleman with a bit of a glare. Only to be met with a smile as the man had recognized the blonde haired Maple Leaf that stood before him.

“Yeah, William, you know Joey. Joey Loperfido, outfield for the Blue Jays. He’s actually a really big Leafs fan!”

“How are you man? I’m a big fan of yours as well! I was actually at the game last week, great win!”

The two of them shook hands, though Joey sensed some tension and kindly excused himself.

“Really Willy? I was making friends.”

“Friends? Is that what you called that? I saw from a mile away you were flirting with the guy!”

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes, taking the spot in front of you at the bar as he signaled the bartender for another drink.

“Like you care? This is just enjoying time with whoever comes into your life, remember?”

William looked at you confused, unsure as to what you were talking about. Making you laugh as you sipped your drink, rolling your eyes as you found it hilarious he was trying to play dumb.

“I heard you on the Spittin’ Chiclets podcast, don’t play dumb! Has the last nine months meant nothing to you? I mean, you tell me all the time how much you love being my guy, but could’ve fooled me with the answer you gave Biz and Whit.”

William immediately brought a hand to his face, groaning as he realized now what you were referring to.

“Y/n, baby, look at me.”

He brought his hands to your face, despite your trying to push him away. A smile on his face as he looked at you.

“The Spittin’ Chiclets podcast is the last place I would ever want to confirm or announce you as my girlfriend.”

Your eyes went wide hearing him call you his girlfriend, the title not being something he’d ever used before. And while you wanted to be mad at him for what he said, it was hard hearing how amazing it felt hearing him finally call you his girlfriend.

“Wait, like, we are official now? I’m your girlfriend?”

“If you’ll have me as your boyfriend? Though after tonight I’m not so sure.”

Quickly you pulled his lips to yours, feeling amazing to kiss him after being distant from him all night. He smiled into the kiss, assuming that was your answer. And it was a good enough answer for him.

“But so help me god William Nylander, if you ever say some dumb shit like that again, you do not want to bring out my mean side.”

He chuckled at your scolding as he stole another kiss from you.

“Oh trust me babe, tonight I got a taste of it tonight and I’m staying in your good graces if it’s the last thing I do!”

[amsznn]

CHRIS STURNIOLO BF HEADCANONS ⋆˙⟡♡

warnings: none, just fluff!

-

⭑ you better have tylenol, and a whole bunch of patience if you’re with this boy.

⭑ so much energy and expects you to be on the same level as him.

⭑ sometimes he’ll tone it down if you’re having a bad day or if you just need some quiet time.

⭑ at the end of the day, he’s so exhausted that he doesn’t even say goodnight, just knocks out.

⭑ you and chris are cuddled up on his bed, enjoying each other’s presence when you decide to ask his opinion on something.

“chris what do you think about this hoodie?”

chris: 💀😴

you: 😐

⭑ BLANKET HOGGER. doesn’t matter how big or how small the blanket is, you’ll be left shivering while chris is bundled up with 50% of the sheets dragging on the floor.

⭑ on nights where he doesn’t immediately tap out, he’s resting his chin on your head while one hand is playing with your hair and the other caressing your arm while yapping your ear off.

“if you were a chicken, what kinda chicken would you be?”

“chris i swear to god.”

⭑ needs to be touching you in some way. And it’s not always sexually. small touches like, playing with your ears, hand on your thigh, or just playing footsies under the table, contact is his fav.

⭑ whenever he’s in disagreement with his brothers about something he makes sure to throw you into the mix and ask your opinion cus lets be real, you almost always agree with him.

⭑ randomly jabs your side to tickle you whenever there’s a moment of silence between you two.

⭑ asks your opinion on designs for his brand before launching anything. also makes sure you get at least one of every item he’s designed.

⭑ don’t think he’s the jealous or protective type. but if someone is making you uncomfortable he’ll definitely tell them to back off.

⭑ the media found out about you two on accident 💀.

⭑ chris was streaming one day and forgot to tell you but it was too late when you walked into his room unannounced in your grammy pj’s ready to knock tf out when chris let out a loud “ohhhhh shitttt..” when you realized that you were fucked.

⭑ you looked at chris and chris looked at you before you both shrugged your shoulders and went on with what you were doing, honestly not giving af atp.

⭑ comments flooding about who you were, tiktoks posted about you two with dating rumors, had to wait until the next day when chris posted on his story the both of you in skin care hello kitty masks facing the mirror with his arm around your shoulder and you leaning up to give him a peck on the face.

⭑ yeah, yall broke the internet.

⭑ you were featured in the next podcast with you and chris properly talking about your relationship.

⭑ after that chris would post you any chance he got. from cute insta stories, to goofy tiktok trends, he just wanted the world to know about his amazing gf.

⭑ PDA PDA PDA PDA. in the back of the triplets vlogs that you sometimes feature in, fans can spot you and chris in the background hugging with chris sometimes attacking you with kisses.

⭑ just a clingy guy tbh.

⭑ whenever you wake up from one you and chris’ shared afternoon naps to go find something to eat in the kitchen, chris makes his way to you like 2 minutes later and wraps his arms around your waste peeking over your shoulder so he can also have some of what you’re making.

⭑ loves going out and seeing things that remind him of you, but when he’s about to buy it and the store says “we don’t take apple pay” he’s upset for the rest of the day talking about “what fucking store doesn’t take apple pay”

“what kinda guy forgets his wallet…”

⭑ he ends up ordering it for you online 💀

⭑ overall a cute silly guy who just loves to love on you.

-

A/N: i want him. im posting sm cus theres soo many things in my drafts guys, imma try to even my posting days out though, bare with me <3.

[astrologydray]

When your sun matches your rising sign: part 1

when your Sun sign matches your Rising sign or Ascendant, you’re basically walking through life with the internal and external self aligned. It’s like your soul’s personality and your outward presentation are saying the same thing at the same time, which creates a powerful sense of consistency, clarity, and sometimes destiny.

——Aries Sun & Aries Rising——

You come into this world like a firework that refuses to wait for the 4th of July. Aries Sun with Aries Rising makes you bold, direct, and unapologetically you. People sense your energy before you even speak — it radiates off you like heat. There’s no hiding your intentions or softening your edge, because what you feel on the inside is exactly what people see. You operate in survival mode, but not because you’re threatened — because you thrive in challenges. Leadership, initiation, and raw honesty are natural to you, even if it rubs people the wrong way sometimes.

This combination can also bring a “lone wolf” vibe — you trust your instincts so deeply that you rarely stop to ask for advice. But be mindful: your impulsiveness and quick temper can backfire if you don’t channel it with purpose. The blessing is, you’re real — always. No masks. No filters. And in a world full of illusion, that’s your superpower. You came here to fight for something, and people follow you because they feel your fire is authentic.

—Taurus Sun & Taurus Rising—

When Taurus is both your Sun and Rising, you’re giving grounded goddess, slow-burning icon, and inner peace wrapped in luxury. Your vibe is calm, serene, and unbothered — but that doesn’t mean you’re boring. Far from it. You’re deeply sensual, pleasure-driven, and possess a quiet magnetism that draws people to you. You value stability in every area of life, and the older you get, the more you refuse to be rushed. Your energy tells people “I move when I decide,” and that’s powerful. You build your life like a garden: slowly, intentionally, and with long-term rewards in mind.

This combo gives you natural aesthetic flair — Venus is your ruler twice over, so beauty, comfort, and indulgence are non-negotiables. But it also means you can be extremely resistant to change. Once you’re set in your ways, it’s cemented. Learning to embrace life’s unpredictability will take you far. Still, your double Taurus nature makes you a rock in people’s lives — dependable, nourishing, and quietly powerful. You don’t need to be loud to be unforgettable. Your presence alone is enough.

—Gemini Sun & Gemini Rising—

You’re the definition of “main character energy” in a rom-com directed by the cosmos. Double Gemini is like having twin spirits inside you who both want to narrate your life, tweet about it, and make a podcast. You’re quick-witted, mentally agile, and can charm an entire room before they even realize you’ve shifted personas three times. The Sun and Rising both ruled by Mercury gives you a hyper-awareness of your environment and a constant hunger to learn, talk, connect, and keep it moving. You don’t just adapt — you morph.

But here’s the plot twist: while you’re perceived as bubbly and talkative, your thoughts run much deeper than people assume. Your mind can be restless, which means stillness feels uncomfortable. There’s a need to learn how to ground your thoughts and complete what you start. When you do, you become a force — someone who can bridge worlds, connect people, and articulate ideas in ways that spark real change. You’re not just clever, you’re cosmically coded to translate the world’s chaos into something everyone can understand.

—Cancer Sun & Cancer Rising—

With both your Sun and Rising in Cancer, you carry the emotional tides of the Moon in your aura — people feel you before they hear you. You’re soft, but not weak. Tender, but not naïve. You wear your heart on your sleeve and your memories like armor. There’s an innate protectiveness to you — over your home, your people, your past — and this makes you someone others instantly trust. You feel familiar to strangers, like someone they’ve known in another life. That’s your Moon-ruled magnetism. You are the safe space.

But make no mistake: your softness has depth. You’re deeply intuitive, often absorbing the emotions of a room like a sponge, which can be both a gift and a burden. You may have learned early in life to hide behind a shell or become the caretaker in every situation. With this double Cancer placement, you’ll often need to distinguish between your emotional truth and everyone else’s projections. Once you do, your nurturing becomes powerful — you heal, inspire, and hold space in ways that change lives. Your presence is sacred. Period.

———Leo Sun & Leo Rising———

Double Leo? Baby, the world is your stage and you were born knowing it. Your aura is golden, regal, and undeniable. With both the Sun (your ego) and the Rising sign (your presentation) ruled by the Sun itself, your self-expression shines like a spotlight. Confidence is your birthright, and whether you’re loud or laid-back, people just can’t ignore you. You exude pride, warmth, charisma, and a childlike joy that lights up every space you enter. Even when you’re not trying to be seen, you’re seen.

However, this double Leo combo also means you live in a constant dance between self-love and the need to be loved. You crave admiration not just from others, but from yourself — and when you don’t receive it, it can feel like your inner flame dims. Your biggest growth comes when you realize that your validation doesn’t have to be earned. It’s already yours. When your heart is open and you’re leading with authenticity rather than performance, your light becomes healing, not just dazzling. You don’t just shine — you give others permission to shine, too.

——Virgo Sun & Virgo Rising——

You’re the blueprint for refinement. With Virgo as both your Sun and Rising, there’s an elegant precision to the way you move through the world. Your mind is always scanning, analyzing, noticing the details that others miss. You’re humble, composed, and often deeply service-oriented — not because you want recognition, but because you believe in making things better. Efficiency, clarity, and craftsmanship matter to you. You may come off reserved at first, but people quickly sense your sincerity and strong inner values.

Still, this combo can make you very self-critical. You often expect perfection from yourself, and since your Rising is also Virgo, that pressure doesn’t stay internal — it’s how you present yourself, too. You’re the person who shows up prepared, polished, and put together even when your inner world feels like a hurricane. That’s your strength and your struggle. The key here is to stop waiting until you’re “enough” to rest or celebrate. You already are. When you lead with compassion instead of correction, your Virgo power becomes divine — the kind that heals, elevates, and creates lasting impact.

[hamzahsn1gf]

Hamzah x YouTubergf Out Of Character 😊👫🏽

Title: "Out of Character Ep. 58 — She's Finally Talking (feat. Y/N!)"

[intro music]

Martin: “Welcome back to Out of Character, the only podcast where two idiots talk too much and somehow people still listen.”

Hamzah: “Speak for yourself, bro, I’m insightful.”

Martin: “You just said Fruit Loops are a personality type, Hamzah.”

Hamzah: “...And I stand by that.”

Martin: “Anyway, today’s a special episode, because — drumroll please — the legend herself is here. The YouTube queen. The cat mom. The mystery behind the vlogs. Give it up for Y/N!”

Y/N: (laughing) “That was the most dramatic intro ever. Hi, everyone!”

Breaking the Ice:

Martin: “Okay, you’ve been in the background of so many episodes. The fans know your laugh at this point.”

Y/N: “I know! I always sound like a gremlin dying.”

Hamzah: “That’s my gremlin. Be nice.”

Martin: “See? This is what I deal with. He’s fully whipped. I respect it.”

The Story time:

Martin: “Alright, alright, the people want to know — how did you two meet? Tell the whole story. Hamzah, don’t cry this time.”

Hamzah: “That was ONE TIME. Anyway—okay. So, picture this. I’m at this event, right? For creators. I’m eating dry mini muffins in the corner, minding my business…”

Y/N: “You were fully hiding, don’t lie.”

Hamzah: “Okay, hiding. Then she walks in, wearing this gorgeous purple dress, looking like she owns the place. I swear it was like one of those slow-mo movie scenes. I actually choked on a muffin.”

Martin: “Romantic.”

Hamzah: “She came over, handed me water, and said ‘You okay?’ like I hadn’t just seen the love of my life.”

Y/N: “I thought he was dying!”

Hamzah: “No. I was just falling… for you.”

Martin: “Get OUT. That was so cheesy.”

Y/N: “He’s so dramatic but… he’s not lying. He looked at me like he already knew me. It was weird. Good weird.”

Spill the Tea:

Martin: “Okay, now that you’re comfortable, we’re playing a little game called Soft or Sus.”

Y/N: “I already hate this.”

Hamzah: “I already love this.”

Martin: “I say a scenario. You say if it’s soft or sus. First one: ‘I made you a playlist but every song is by One Direction.’”

Y/N: “Soft.”

Hamzah: “Soft. Especially if it’s ‘Best Song Ever.’”

Martin: “Sus. Be original.”

Y/N: “Martin’s just bitter no one’s made him a playlist.”

Martin: “Okay wow. Mandy has...”

Getting Real:

Martin: “Real talk — you guys keep your relationship kinda lowkey. Was that intentional?”

Y/N: “Yeah. We… we don’t hide it, but we like having something that’s ours, you know?”

Hamzah: “Also I’d probably post her 24/7 if she let me. I get it though. She grounds me. I’m the loud one.”

Martin: “You? Loud? Noooo.”

Y/N: “He’s passionate. And very soft at 2am. And super supportive. He once bought me an entire box of mismatched earrings because I said I liked one pair.”

Hamzah: “She wore them in a video. It was an important moment.”

Martin: “This is why we need video versions of this podcast. Hamzah looks like a rom-com protagonist right now.”

Final Moments: Chaos Returns

Martin: “Okay, quick fire round before we wrap.”

“Who hogs the blankets?”

Y/N: “Him.”

Hamzah: “Red.”

“Who said I love you first?”

Y/N & Hamzah: (at the same time) “Him.”

Martin: “I KNEW IT.”

“Weirdest thing about each other?”

Y/N: “He talks to the cats like they’re coworkers.”

Hamzah: “She has a playlist called ‘outfits that deserve a moodboard.’”

Martin: “Honestly? Power couple behavior.”

Outro:

Martin: “Y/N, you survived the pod. How do you feel?”

Y/N: “Like I spilled too much and the fans are going to make edits of Hamzah being soft.”

Hamzah: “I hope so. Send them to me.”

Martin: “Thanks for watching Hamzah being pussy whipped. Byeeee.”

[end music playing softly over Y/N and Hamzah bickering about who made better tea that morning]