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[iamquiantrelle]

XOXO YOUR FAVE WAG (ONE SHOT) • iamquaintrelle

# summary: posessive! kyky. requested by this ask. # wc: 3.6k # pairings: kylian mbappe x black spoiled gf (fc: 6kenza) # tags: @kmlottin @masn-mount @leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro @szariahwroteit @muglermami @goodgyalgonebadd @sailurmewn @perfecttrashface # author’s note: got a scenario for your fave wag? - send them here // one shot series masterlist

PART IV: FUCK OFF, JUDE

Kylian leaned back in his seat on the team bus, stretching his long legs as far as the limited space would allow. Madrid was on its way to Pamplona for their away match against Osasuna, a trip that would take just over four hours by road. Coach Ancelotti had decided against flying for this one—something about team bonding or whatever.

His attention drifted to his phone, where a new notification had just appeared. A text message from her with a mirror selfie in those little sleep shorts he loved, captioned with just a kiss emoji. The shot perfectly captured her curves—those full hips and rounded ass that drove him crazy. She might be petite in height, but she was all woman where it counted.

"Putain," he muttered under his breath, shifting in his seat.

"C'est quoi?" Camavinga asked, peering over from the seat beside him.

Kylian angled the phone away with a smirk. "Rien que tu dois voir." (Nothing you need to see.)

Tchouaméni, seated across the aisle, snorted. "C'est sa meuf qui lui envoie des photos, c'est sûr." (It's his girl sending him photos, for sure.)

"Exactement," Kylian admitted with a grin. "Et elle est de plus en plus belle chaque jour." (Exactly. And she's getting finer every day.)

His girl was getting more gorgeous by the day, especially since that hormonal implant had made her already perfect body even more tempting—her breasts fuller, her curves more pronounced. The implant itself was another turn-on, knowing she had that little device nestled in her arm, giving them freedom without worries. Who needed to pull out with that thing in place? Not him. He smirked evilly at the thought.

Cama rolled his eyes. "On va pas parler de ça pendant quatre heures, quand même?" (We're not going to talk about this for four hours, are we?)

"Non, j'ai quelque chose d'autre à vous demander." Kylian's expression grew more serious. "Vous avez remarqué comment Bellingham regarde ma copine?" (No, I have something else to ask you. Have you noticed how Bellingham looks at my girlfriend?)

Aurel and Cama exchanged a quick glance before Aurel replied carefully.

"Il la trouve belle. Comme tout le monde." (He finds her beautiful. Like everyone.)

"Non, c'est plus que ça." Kylian shook his head. "Ses yeux restent sur elle trop longtemps. À chaque fois qu'elle vient à l'entraînement, ou aux dîners d'équipe." (No, it's more than that. His eyes linger on her too long. Every time she comes to training, or team dinners.)

Cama sighed. "Mec, tu deviens parano. Jude est un bon gars." (Man, you're getting paranoid. Jude is a good guy.)

"Je n'ai pas dit qu'il n'était pas un bon gars." Kylian's voice lowered as he glanced toward the front of the bus where Bellingham sat with Vinícius. "Mais j'ai vu ce regard avant. Il a un crush sur elle." (I didn't say he wasn't a good guy. But I've seen that look before. He has a crush on her.)

Aurel leaned forward. "Et alors? Ta meuf est canon, elle est intelligente, elle est cool. Bien sûr qu'il va la regarder. Mais il ne ferait jamais rien." (So what? Your girl is hot, she's smart, she's cool. Of course he's going to look. But he would never do anything.)

"Je sais." Kylian rubbed his jaw. "Mais ça m'énerve quand même." (I know. But it still annoys me.)

"T'as vraiment peur qu'elle puisse être intéressée?" Cama asked, incredulous. (Are you really afraid she might be interested?)

Kylian snorted. "Non. Jamais. Elle n'a d'yeux que pour moi." He said it with absolute confidence. "Mais c'est mon territoire, tu comprends?" (No. Never. She only has eyes for me. But it's my territory, you understand?)

"Ah, le fameux 'territoire'." Aurel made air quotes. "Comme le collier avec le K?" (Ah, the famous 'territory.' Like the necklace with the K?)

Kylian couldn't help his self-satisfied smile. That necklace. His initial resting against her skin, visible to everyone. A clear signal of what everyone already knew: she was his.

"Exactement comme ça." (Exactly like that.)

"T'es grave possessif mec," Cama laughed. "Heureusement qu'elle aime ça." (You're seriously possessive man. Good thing she likes it.)

"Elle adore ça," Kylian corrected with a knowing smirk. (She loves it.)

The conversation shifted to the upcoming match as the Spanish countryside rolled by outside their windows. Kylian listened half-heartedly, his mind wandering back to her. His Cameroonian queen with the body that defied logic—slim waist with hips and ass for days. He loved watching her cook those traditional dishes, jollof rice and cabbage that kept her curves just the way he liked them.

By the time they arrived at the team hotel in Pamplona, Kylian had formulated a plan. Coach Ancelotti gathered them in the lobby for a brief team meeting.

"Alright, gentlemen," the Italian coach announced in his accented Spanish. "We have training tomorrow morning at 10. Until then, your time is yours. Rest, eat well, and be professional." His eyes lingered on a few of the younger players. "Remember, we represent Real Madrid at all times."

As the team dispersed, Kylian pulled out his phone, sending her a quick text:

Hotel Tres Reyes, Room 714. 11PM. Wear something easy to take off.

Her response came almost immediately:

Demanding tonight, aren't we? I'll see what I can do... if you ask nicely 😏

He grinned, typing back:

Please, baby. I need you.

Three dots appeared, then:

Since you asked so sweetly... see you at 11. I'll bring the surprise I told you about 🔥

Kylian's imagination immediately went into overdrive wondering what "surprise" she had in store. The next few hours of team dinner and downtime passed in a blur of anticipation.

At precisely 11:03 PM, a soft knock came at his door. Kylian opened it to find her standing there in a long coat, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, that mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You're late," he said, pulling her inside and closing the door.

"By three minutes," she laughed, reaching up to loop her arms around his neck.

"Three minutes too long." His hands found her waist, then slid lower to grip her ass through the coat. "Let me see what you're wearing under this."

She stepped back, eyes locked with his as she slowly undid the coat's belt and let it fall open. Beneath it, she wore a matching lingerie set in Madrid white that left little to the imagination.

"Fuck," he breathed, his body responding instantly. "Come here."

What happened next was a blur of hands, lips, and increasingly loud affirmations of pleasure. Kylian lost himself in her curves, in the feeling of her beneath him, around him. Every moan that escaped her lips fueled his possessive desire, driving him to make her cry out louder, to make sure she—and anyone within earshot—knew exactly who she belonged to.

"Mine," he growled against her ear, the word punctuated by the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Yours," she gasped back, nails digging into his shoulders, "always yours."

In the hallway outside, Jude was returning to his room after dinner with Camavinga and Vinícius when they heard it—unmistakable moans and screams coming from Kylian's room.

"Bloody hell," Jude muttered, eyes widening slightly.

Vinícius snickered. "Someone's having a good pre-match warm-up."

"We're definitely going to win tomorrow," Cama said with absolute certainty.

Jude gave him a confused look. "How do you know that?"

"Sex before a match turns Kylian into a Super Saiyan," Cama explained matter-of-factly. "We're gonna win the match, bro."

As if on cue, the sounds from inside the room reached a crescendo, then gradually subsided into silence. The three teammates exchanged awkward glances, unsure whether to keep moving or wait.

Before they could decide, the door opened and Kylian emerged, shirtless and a light sheen of sweat still visible on his chest. He looked utterly satisfied and completely unembarrassed to find them in the hallway.

He gave them a nod, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth before walking down the hall to the ice machine.

Jude shook his head, rolling his eyes as he continued down the hall to his own room. Behind him, he could hear Vinícius and Cama's muffled laughter.

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The next morning in the locker room, Jude was lacing up his boots when a shadow fell across him. He looked up to find Kylian standing there, already in his match kit.

"Hey," Kylian said casually, leaning against the adjacent locker.

"Hey," Jude replied, finishing with his laces.

"About last night..." Kylian began, though his tone held no trace of actual remorse. "Sorry you had to hear that."

Jude snorted. "No, you're not."

A slow smile spread across Kylian's face. "You're right. I'm not." Then his expression shifted, becoming more serious. "Look, I know you have a crush on my girl."

Jude's head snapped up. "What?"

"Don't play dumb. I see how you look at her."

"Bruv, I—"

"I like you, Jude," Kylian interrupted, his voice low. "I think we can be cool for real. But I don't fucking play about my Squirtle."

"Squirtle?" Jude repeated, baffled.

Kylian ignored the question. "Your crush needs to end. Simple as that."

Jude stared at him for a long moment. "It's like that?"

"It's been like that," Kylian replied without hesitation.

Then he turned and walked away, the click-clacking of his boots echoing off the floor as he headed toward the tunnel.

Jude huffed out a breath, thinking everything over. Kylian was taking things way too far. Sure, his girl was fit—more than fit if he was being honest with himself—but to think that he would ever try anything...

A loud clap startled him out of his thoughts. Coach Ancelotti stood at the locker room entrance.

"Bellingham! Tunnel, now! The team is waiting."

Jude jumped to his feet, pushing thoughts of Kylian and his warnings from his mind. It was game time, and whatever drama existed off the pitch needed to stay there.

As he jogged toward the tunnel to join his teammates, one thought kept circling in his head: what the hell kind of nickname was "Squirtle" anyway?

[fawnme1]

THE SOFTEST THING — WILLNE

CHAPTER TWELVE

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You didn’t mean for it to happen this way — no big PR rollout, no dramatic trailer. Just a black-and-white post on your feed, barely an hour before midnight.

‘The Softest Thing I’ve Ever Done’ — midnight. this one’s for me. and a little for you, too.

There was no tracklist. No features listed. No visuals. Just you in a hoodie, sitting on the floor of your flat, hair messy, a mug of tea in one hand and the glow of your laptop lighting your face. You looked like a person who had poured everything out and had just enough left in the tank to press upload.

Within minutes, your name was trending.

“album??”

“SHE’S DROPPING TONIGHT”

“will is suspiciously quiet rn”

“if there’s not a breakup song followed by a love song i’m flipping furniture”

And yet, you sat on your living room floor, knees hugged to your chest, heart pounding in your ears. Your laptop showed 11:41 PM.

Will walked out from your kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn like you weren’t about to let the most personal pieces of your soul loose on the internet.

“You’re gonna combust,” he said, plopping down beside you. “Do you want tea or just to cry in my hoodie and save time?”

You gave him a look. “I don’t think tea can help me. I might actually throw up.”

Will grinned softly, nudging your shoulder. “It’s gonna be amazing. You know that, right?”

You didn’t answer. Just reached behind you and opened your laptop again, checking everything for the hundreth time.

“I just—” you started, then stopped.

“What?”

“I’ve written about things I’ve never even said out loud. Not to anyone. My past, that old relationship, you…” You glanced at him nervously. “People are going to hear it and know.”

Will leaned his head against yours. “Good. Let them.”

You turned to him, eyes searching. “And what if it’s too much?”

“Then they’re not listening properly,” he said simply. “You didn’t write this for people who want drama. You wrote it for the version of you that needed these songs five years ago. And for the you right now. The brave one.”

Your throat tightened.

You let yourself lean into him a little more, his arm curling around you, steady and warm.

At 11:58 PM, Joe texted:

Joe: album of the year incoming x

Alfie: let’s goooo i’m about to cry in the club (my bedroom)

Joe: if there’s no bar about how hot and annoying i am i’m suing

You laughed through your nerves, heart pounding now in time with the countdown.

11:59.

Will reached over and gently took your hand. “Want me to hit the button?”

You shook your head, chest tight.

“I want to do it.”

And you did.

You hit “Publish.”

The screen refreshed.

The Softest Thing I’ve Ever Done — Out Now

And for the first time in five years, you felt like the version of yourself you’d always hoped you could be.

You didn’t sleep.

Even after the album went live, even after Will practically forced you into bed around 2AM, even after you laid there in the dark with his arm slung gently across your waist — you didn’t sleep.

Because your phone never stopped buzzing.

Mentions. Posts. DMs. Fan edits already. Crying selfies. People guessing which track was about who. People calling it your “most devastating and hopeful project yet.”

You lay there in the dark, eyes wide open, and whispered:

“I think I broke the internet.”

Will made a sleepy noise next to you. “Good. Let it burn.”

By mid-morning, you were trending in five countries.

#TheSoftestThing

#Track8Truthers

“the will songs”

“who hurt her and where is he now”

Joe Weller was trending, too — mostly because of one line in track 3:

“and he told me i was loud, so i turned it up — thanks joe”

Joe posted a video of himself dramatically crying in the mirror to the song.

Alfie posted a selfie of himself in bed with the caption: “track 10 broke me. you’ll be hearing from my therapist.”

And then there was Track 8.

The one with the voicemail you never sent. The one that started:

“if you knew the version of yourself you i kept hidden in lyrics, would you still sit on my couch like you do?”

It didn’t take fans long to connect the dots.

By the time noon rolled around, there were whole threads about the “WillNE Arc.” Compilations. Lyrics spliced over clips of the two of you caught together in random videos, awkward glances and lingering smiles suddenly looking suspiciously romantic in hindsight.

And Will… he hadn’t said much.

He’d reposted the album at midnight. Just a black screen with the link and a heart. And then he went quiet.

You weren’t sure if it was a good quiet.

That evening, he came over again — hoodie, jeans, takeaway in hand. Nothing in his face told you what he was thinking. Until you were both on the sofa again, and he turned to you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.

“I listened,” he said. “All of it. Properly.”

You nodded, heart hammering. “And?”

Will hesitated. “I’ve never had someone write about me before. Not like that. Not… honestly.”

You bit your lip, unsure. “Too much?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No. Just… raw. I didn’t know I was that much to you.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “I didn’t know either. Not really. Not until I started writing and couldn’t stop.”

Will didn’t say anything at first. He just leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. And then:

“There’s a line in track 11,” he said. “If he leaves, at least I’ll know I loved him out loud.”

You looked down at your hands.

“I meant that,” you whispered.

Will reached out, his fingers finding yours. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I don’t plan on leaving.”

You finally looked up.

And there it was again — that feeling. Like the five-year version of you had finally exhaled.

[silversurfersx]

media duties | f1grid

part 2

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau]

summary: in which the reader tries to escape her media duties

faceclaim: jamie chadwick and random people I found on pinterest

warnings: fluff, swearing

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f1gossip: williams driver y/n y/l/n was seen entering the redbull garage. Is redbull looking outside their junior team for a possible perez replacement?

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user: y/n I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea

user: that would be so cool

user: slow your horses redbull, the seat's still warm

redbullracing: this is news to me

yourusername: same

user: what about yuki and liam

user: and isack

user: I don't think she's got the pace

user: how the fuck is she supposed to have the right pace in a williams user: the right talent finds the pace anywhere yourusername: that's deep man user: y/n cheering on her own hate comments, lol

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[caption: netflix I've found her]

yourusername: betrayed by my own teammate, I can't believe it 🥺 alex_albon: if I have to do the netflix stuff, so do you yourusername: max and oscar put all this work in to help me hide and you ruin it all😔

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"Y/n what do you say about the redbull rumours?" The interviewer asked, stopping you in the media pen.

"Which one?" You asked, pretending to be clueless. It was a little joy of yours to give short answers to media personal. You didn't really enjoy interviews, but you understood your duties, but that didn't mean that you took them serious. You were in f1 to race, not to entertain interviewers.

"The ones regarding your possible move to redbull, leaving williams." The interviewer continued.

"They're not true." You plainly answered, grinning at the interviewer. A short glance over to your pr officer told you that she didn't support you content-less answers.

"What were you doing at redbull then?"

"Hiding."

"From?" The interviewer seemed to be more annoyed with each word.

"Netflix. They're filming for drive to survive." You answered the frustrated interviewer, giving into better worded answers.

"And you don't want to be filmed." The interviewer asked and you shook your head chuckling. "No."

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The crowd was screaming all around you as waved at them from time to time, your eyes were focused on them but kept switching over to the front of the wagon where the interviewer was speaking with Lando. You didn't dared to walk up front, because you knew then you would be in immediate eyesight of the interviewer to pick you.

When Lando seemed to finish his talk you stepped further behind Fernando who stood beside you and looked at you with light amusement. He himself wasn't the biggest interviewer fan and tended to stay in the back. You seemed to have bonded over that.

"Don't make eye contact, Fernando, I think Lando is done." You muttered stepping behind Fernendo, hiding from the eyes up front. You crouched down slightly and Fernado aided you by carefully stepped forward to hide your body.

"They're looking at Geroge, I think you're clear." He muttered looking at you.

Leaning around Fernando you watched as Geroge stepped forward to be interviewed.

"I think Geroge is gonna be the last interview." You said standing back up.

"Great. We escaped once again." Fernando chuckled and you joined.

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yourusername: yacht, brother, nephew. life is good! ⛵🧑🏽🧒🏼🌼

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alex_albon: james has been calling you nonstop

yourusername: I don't have my phone alex_albon: how are you posting the pictures then? yourusername: my laptop alex_albon: you have been taking those pictures with your laptop? 😐🤨 yourusername: yes.

user: is she hiding out on her yacht?

user: is netflix looking for you again?

yourusername: yes

charles_leclerc: where is my invitation? Alex wanted to see the little man too

yourusername: she can come, auggie misses her too😊 alexandrasaintmleux: ahh I can't wait 🥰 charles_leclerc: what about me? yourusername: gotta ask auggie yourusername: he says to bring lec if you want to come charles_leclerc: sure 'he' 🙄

williamsracing: james wants us to tell you that you get a strike if you keep putting off his calls

yourusername: 👍

user: she really gives no fucks

user: not when she knows that netflix is involved

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"Hello?" You finally picked up James' call, after a few too many unanswered calls made you feel bad for not answering. Putting on your most innocent voice, you hoped he wouldn't be too mad.

"Y/n, where are you?" James asked his voice urgent and stressed. You grimaced at the tone, swearing internally.

"Home in Monaco on my yacht. Why?"

Jame groaned on the other side of the line. "Y/n, Netflix has been standing in front of your flat for an hour. You were supposed to be filming for them."

"Why, I didn't agree to them filming me at home. Only that it's okay if they follow me during races." You argued, clearly remembering those conditions.

"They didn't have any footage of you during the races, so they wanted to film a little segment with you in monaco." James argued. "I told you about that and asked if that was alright and you said 'yeah, yeah, alright'."

You frowned thinking back if he you did agree to that. And deep in a memory you pushed away you did remeber agreeing.

"Fuck!" You muttered. "What do I do?"

You knew that you couldn't escaped them now, you had your duties, whether you liked them or not.

"I'm gonna call the director and explain the situation and you are gonna go back to your apartment and just do a few hours of filming, after I promise to try to keep them off your back. Just please try to do this this once."

"Okay, I will, sorry James. Thank you." You muttered feeling bad for the stress you had caused the man and if filming a bit of dts got them off your back, you had to push through. "But only in my flat, I don't want them filming my family."

"Alright, thank you. I know you don't like the media, but it is important, I need you to understand that." James insisted

"Yeah, and I'm sorry again for pushing it off. I gotta go now, bye." You muttered.

"Goodbye." James replied.

You hung up and groaned. Why did you agree to Netflix in the first place?

The sound of your nephew on the top deck brought you out of your thoughts and made you step up the stairs.

"Well off to hell."

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[kxsagi]

Omg I ran here as soon as I woke up because I’ve got ideas!!!!

I even left this in my notes app but:

https://youtube.com/shorts/nUb7dVadJYA?si=I2ameWw30paQmV8W

But like this with bllk boys??? Or just a one shot with anyone? This is like a friends to lovers thing 😩😩 gonna combust from this because literally (I know it’s an ad but still eienfiejwkdndj)

Anyways sorry for the rant I missed your inbox 🫶🫶

“𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬… 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬?”

a/n: leaving it in your notes app is true dedication 😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST

ft. isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you’re sitting in his lap. like it’s nothing. like it’s a chair. 

he just taps his knee like “seat’s open” and you go “sweet, thanks” and proceed to text like you’re not in each other’s personal space. 

he literally feeds you from his bowl at restaurants. you just open your mouth without looking. he doesn’t even question it. 

calls you “love” to mess with you but keeps doing it because “haha it’s funny right? unless…?” 

once you yawned and he stretched his arms around you at the same time. didn’t move them. you didn’t move either. you were like “comfy.” 

everyone thinks you’re dating. you guys are like “nooo we’re besties!” but you wear his hoodies and he kisses your forehead when you’re sad. 

shidou ryusei

“you’re literally obsessed with me.” 

“shut up, i am not.” 

proceeds to send him 3 memes, 5 tik toks, and a voice note that ends in giggling. 

has you saved in his phone as “wifey 💍💥” and you never changed it. 

shidou: “lemme see your tits.” 

you: “get me coffee first.” 

shidou: “deal.” 

gets the coffee and completely forgets about the bit. 

he always leans on you, touches your hair, lays his head in your lap. says you give off “emotional support pet” vibes. you’re like “that’s so rude” while playing with his hair. 

once slapped your ass after a game and was like “good job out there, champ 😌” 

you: “thanks babe 😘” 

cue both of you turning pink and pretending it didn’t happen. 

nagi seishiro

you share a bed. literally just knock out next to each other like it’s nothing. 

he grabs your waist when he’s gaming so you won’t move from beside him. sometimes rests his chin on your shoulder. 

one time you changed in front of him and he didn’t even blink. “bro, we’ve been friends since puberty. what haven’t i seen?” 

he calls you “princess” or “pretty thing” when you whine about stuff. it should be illegal how casual he makes it sound. 

nags you to cuddle him. “ugh you’re so annoying,” you say, while spooning him. 

once said “you’d probably make a good girlfriend” while half-asleep. you said “you’d make a horrible boyfriend” and he just chuckled and went “true.” 

kaiser michael

he grabs your face to check your makeup and says “you’re cute today.” you say “just today?” 

he goes “so you do like compliments from me.” 

you both flirt like it’s a sport. your friends have bets on who will fold first. 

you steal his cologne. he wears the bracelet you made at a craft fair. it’s blue. you don’t question it. 

the way he picks lint off your clothes and goes “my standards are higher than this.” you respond by poking your tongue at his cheek. 

has said “if we’re both still single by 30–” 

you: “we’ll be married?” 

kaiser: “no, i’ll cry myself to sleep every night.” 

you: “same.” 

he gets jealous when you flirt with others but masks it with sarcasm. you’re like “jealous much?” and he’s like “you wish. i’m just protective of my property– i mean friend.” 

bachira meguru

you’re always touching in some way. pinkies linked, arms around each other, knees bumping. 

he sends you selfies captioned “for my #1 fan 😘” and you reply “hottt. send more.” 

once made a “fake dating” joke and he was like “you’d like that huh?” and you were like “maybe i would” and then you both went silent for 10 minutes. 

draws hearts next to your name when doodling. you steal his hoodie and he acts like you just confessed. 

people flirt with him and he immediately goes “haha sorry i have a soulmate” and points at you. you do the same. 

one time he accidentally said “i love you” mid-laugh. you blinked. he blinked. 

“… cool lol.” 

“lol yeah.” 

itoshi rin

you know him too well. like dangerously well. 

he doesn’t have to say “i’m cold.” you just hand him your jacket. 

he glares at anyone who tries to hit on you and says “they’re not your type.” 

you: “what is my type then?” 

rin: deadpan “me.” 

“you look like shit,” he says. 

“you still like me though,” you reply. 

he doesn’t deny it. 

he lets you touch his hair. his hair. 

you once called him “baby” by accident and he just responded like it was normal. 

he only softens up around you. other people don’t recognize him when he’s being your rin. 

sometimes stares at you a little too long. you catch him. he looks away and mutters “shut up.” 

itoshi sae

you two look like enemies. emotionless stare vs sarcastic sighs. 

but then he wordlessly unties your hoodie strings because “you looked stupid.” 

texts you “.” when he wants attention. if you don’t answer, he sends “?” 

you call him “baby girl” in public just to piss him off. 

he flips you off. still lets you play with his hair later. 

he’ll literally insult your taste in music then send you a playlist titled “stuff you’d like.” 

“you look gross.” 

“thanks. it’s your shirt.” 

he says nothing because it actually is. 

you fell asleep on him once during a flight. he pretended to be annoyed but didn’t move for four hours. 

when you woke up, he just said “you drooled on me.” (but his phone has a picture of it. it’s his lock screen.)

karasu tabito

you flirt like it’s aggressive sparring. 

“you missed me?” 

“like i’d miss a rash.” 

constantly holds your chin when talking to you. it’s his way of annoying you. but your face gets warm every time and he lives for it. 

he’s always like “if we kissed right now, would it ruin the friendship?” 

you: “yeah.” 

him: “... worth it.” 

texts you “u up?” and then sends you a picture of your worst fashion crimes with the caption “jail.” 

you once dared him to kiss you “as a joke.” 

he did. it lasted too long. you were like “... weird.” 

him: “yup. wanna do it again?” 

he gives you a piggyback ride in public and then tells everyone you’re his emotional support gremlin. but no one else is allowed to say that but him. 

ness alexis

you once said “love you” before hanging up. he said “love you more” with no hesitation. 

you choked. he was unbothered. 

compliments you constantly and never acts like it’s weird. “you look gorgeous today.” 

you: “you said that yesterday.” 

him: “because it’s still true?” 

buys you matching things like mugs, necklaces, keychains. tells everyone you’re soulmates. 

when someone asks “are you dating?” he goes “not yet.” 

you laugh. he’s serious. 

always says “good morning beautiful” with a winky face. 

you threaten to block him. then text back “you too 💅” 

once asked you to rate his flirting. 

you: “4/10.” 

ness: “perfect. so you noticed it.” 

gets jealous when you mention other guys. won’t admit it. just messages you “i hope you choke” and then sends a heart. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[666thtoolofhell]

santos creates a new group chat, names it ⛔👑💊⛔ and proceeds to send dozens of innocent looking pics she snaps of kingdon together, in various situations, always with the caption: “langdon who is going to be divorced (in...?)” and several ellipsis come to life as everyone types back with a random timeframe.

it starts a trend. the others follow santos’ lead and start doing the same, playing private eye whenever the flow is calm. it's harmless fun. in the beginning, it's just a joke. really, it is. after a while, it's still a joke. mostly. but then... then langdon actually does separate from his wife. and, eventually, does get divorced. and then dana gets added to the group chat - no one comes clean, but santos is suspecting perlah, and she's known to have a nose for this shit. and that's when the bets start for real.

collins isn't in the group chat - she rejects the invite - but gets regular updates from dana. the pic saga continues, but the default caption changes to: “langdon who is going to remarry.” robby is blissfully unaware of the group chat but he's also been the live slug reaction meme personified the whole time, so there's that.

📱 garcia once sends a screen recording of langdon's phone - that she presumably sent herself first - of his home screen/lock screen that pans from his kids and dog to mel at a park;

🧋 shen once catches them at this new coffee shop downtown, mid bickering, as an annoying langdon attempts to get an annoyed mel to try something other than her usual order;

🎥 mckay goes to the movies with her dad and harrison one fine evening just to see them with mel's sister becca buying tickets and popcorn;

🌙 mohan once forwards what looks suspiciously like a surveillance type of photo abbot sent her of the two of them on the hospital rooftop, at night, gazing at the stars, shoulder to shoulder;

🩺 whitaker once sends a series of hurried blurry shots of them smiling stupidly at eachother as they jog around, in and out of patient rooms during a slower shift;

👀 javadi, as usual, forgets to turn on the flash, so no one really understands the intricacies of the ritual, but they're standing supremely and unnecessarily close as they talk while maintaining intense eye contact;

🧥 donnie clocks them whip quick at the ambulance bay this one time when langdon is insisting on giving mel his jacket because it got cold and she left hers inside her locker and there's no time to go get it before the patient arrives, mel!

🍮 jesse gets a good one of them at the cafeteria around lunch time, eating spoonfuls out if the same pudding cup in the background, with ellis front and center hooking a thumb over her shoulder at them with a knowing smirk;

💤 princess finds them in the break room after a rush, sitting on the couch, sharing ear buds, langdon's head on mel's shoulder, and mel staring at him as he slept instead of at her opened lava lamp app;

🚗 perlah once discreetly records scant seconds of them leaving together in langdon's car at the end of a shift from hell, langdon carrying mel's things and opening the door for her to groggily climb in, then turning the phone to get her own deadpan expression on camera;

🖥️ dana doesn't take any pictures because she's too busy being in charge of both the betting poll, the official excel file with all the pertinent names, dates, and amounts, as well as the photo album they're going to print and gift them with at the wedding, whenever the hell that ends up being.

[cheftsunoda]

Beauty and Brains

(part two)

SMAU! + Real Life

in which charles leclerc's twin is a doctor and is making the big move back to monaco and also introducing the family to her new boyfriend...who they most definitely already know.

Charles Leclerc X !Doctor Sister Reader X Platonic F1 Grid

Leclerc Reader x Lando Norris

part one here:)

part three here:)

part four here:)

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reader point of view ;

The living room was a sea of half-filled boxes, bubble wrap, and sharpie markers. It was strange—seeing my medical textbooks, framed degrees, and half-used coffee mugs all laid out like museum artifacts waiting to be archived.

“You sure you need all of these anatomy books?” Lando’s voice called from the study, followed by the sound of something thudding against the floor.

I chuckled, wiping my hands on my old jeans as I walked in to find him crouched next to a very full box, one of the books clearly too heavy for its own good. He looked up with that guilty-but-charming smile.

“Those books saved my ass in med school. I’m not leaving them behind just because they weigh a ton.”

He huffed dramatically. “Fine, but I want it noted that I’m risking back injury for love.”

I stepped closer and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “You’re very brave, Norris.”

He smirked and rose to his feet, brushing his hands off. “So, when are we tackling the kitchen? Because I feel like that’s going to be way more terrifying.”

I let out a groan. “Probably after I emotionally recover from going through my office.”

He reached out and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he studied my expression. “You okay? I mean, I know this is exciting—coming back to Monaco, being closer to family, starting fresh—but it’s a lot.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “It is. It’s a good kind of overwhelming, though. I think I just didn’t realize how much I’d built here until I started packing it all away.”

“I get that,” he said softly. “But you’re not doing it alone. I’m here… and your brother’s probably going to show up in a Ferrari and try to carry one box like it’s a workout.”

I laughed. “That sounds exactly like Charles.”

Lando grinned. “And hey, once we get to Monaco, you’ll have a whole new home to decorate, new memories to make—and I’ll still be stealing your cereal and annoying you every morning.”

I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He held me tightly, his chin resting lightly on my head. The chaos of moving felt a little less daunting in that moment.

“Thank you for helping me,” I whispered. “For all of this.”

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “Always. You’re kind of stuck with me now, Dr. Leclerc.”

I smiled up at him. “Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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arthur_leclerc : charles is getting impatient and he may know about you and lando

arthur_leclerc : expect an influx of messages in the group chat

dr_jules_leclerc : took him long enough

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The Monaco sun filtered through the car window as Lando pulled into the familiar driveway of my childhood home. I had purchased a Penthouse next door. I felt a rush of emotion—nostalgia, nerves, and excitement all tangled together. Even after living away for so long, the sight of home still made my chest ache in a good way.

Lando looked over at me, sunglasses sliding down slightly on his nose. “Still good?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand on the gearshift. “Yeah. Just feels… real now.”

The front door swung open before either of us could even get out of the car. Charles stood there, arms crossed, that signature protective brother glare already locked and loaded.

“Oh no,” Lando muttered under his breath with a smirk. “Here we go.”

I stepped out with a laugh just as Charles started walking over.

“You’re late,” he announced, though his grin betrayed his excitement.

“It’s Monaco,” I shrugged, opening the back of the car. “Time doesn’t exist here.”

Charles pulled me into a hug, his chin resting briefly on top of of my head the way it always had since we were kids. “I am so glad you’re back.”

“I missed you too,” I mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away.

Then, his gaze shifted to Lando. The grin faded just a fraction.

“Lando,” Charles said, tone neutral.

“Charles,” Lando replied with a mock salute. “I brought your sister back in one piece and helped pack her entire life into about 47 boxes. So I feel like I should get a gold star or at least a drink.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t drop any of her medical equipment, did you?”

Lando put a hand to his heart. “Not even the weird bone model thing that stares at you.”

“It’s an anatomical replica of a skull,” I clarified, rolling my eyes.

“Right, creepy Steve,” Lando added, pointing toward the box where the plastic skull peered out.

Charles blinked. “You named it?”

Lando and I both said at the same time, “He named it.”

Charles just sighed dramatically and grabbed a box. “You’re both weird. Perfect for each other, unfortunately.”

I laughed as Lando nudged me with his elbow. “Look at that. He’s accepting us. That was basically a blessing.”

Charles shook his head but smiled. “Just remember—if you break her heart, Norris, I know where you live. And we drive the same track.”

Lando threw up his hands. “Noted. Fear officially installed. Now can we carry boxes inside before I collapse and die from exhaustion?"

As I walked up the front steps between the two most important men in my life, I felt it—the peace of being home, the warmth of Charles’ ridiculous threats, and the comfort of Lando’s quiet, steady presence. This was the start of something new. And this time, I am not doing it alone.

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The apartment was still a mess of boxes, pizza crusts, and tangled extension cords, but somehow it already felt like home. I was curled up on the makeshift couch—a pile of cushions and a borrowed throw blanket—with Lando beside me, both of us exhausted.

“Okay, real talk,” Lando said, taking a sip from a water bottle. “We should just live like this forever. Minimalist chaos.”

I laughed, nudging his side. “You mean organized mess? Very artistic of you.”

“It’s nice,” he said, leaning closer. “Besides, I've got all I need and that is you.”

He kissed me slowly, his fingers brushing over my cheek like he had all the time in the world. I melted into his touch, hands resting on his hoodie, smiling mid-kiss. The door suddenly burst open without warning.

“We brought champagne— Mon Dieu!” Charles’s voice rang out first.

“Bro, seriously?” Arthur groaned right behind him.

“We said knock!”

Lando looked genuinely startled, clutching a throw pillow over his lap like it was a shield. I was already halfway on my feet, eyes wide, cheeks blazing.

“Do you two not know what knocking is?? As-tu perdu la tête??" I shouted.

Charles stood frozen, one hand raised like he was about to make a toast, champagne bottle still uncorked. Arthur looked like he’d just walked in on an exorcism.

“Is this how you treat your guests?” Charles said, dramatically turning his back. “We bring you gifts and you assault our eyeballs?”

Arthur muttered, “Je ne reverrai plus jamais.” (I will never see again)

Lando cleared his throat, still sitting awkwardly on the pillow. “Uh… hi, guys. Good to see you. Love the timing.”

Arthur gestured vaguely to the room, eyes narrowed. “Is this the vibe now? Moving in and immediately traumatizing family?”

I snatched the champagne out of Charles’s hand. “You didn’t even text! It’s our first night here!”

Charles dropped into an armchair with a dramatic sigh. “Exactly. We wanted to be part of the moment. Thought we’d celebrate you finally moving back—and I walked in on Lando trying to eat your face.”

“Romantic,” Lando mumbled, grabbing two glasses from a box and handing one to me.

Arthur dropped next to his brother. “We brought snacks too. But I guess you’re already full of each other.”

“Arthur! Ferme ta gueule” I groaned, covering my face.

Lando gave me a look, grinning like he was actually enjoying this. “I like them. They’re fun.”

Charles pointed at him. “We are not fun. We are watching you.”

“I’ve noticed,” Lando said with a smirk.

I poured four glasses, reluctantly toasting with them all as Charles sighed and Arthur wiggled his brows in my direction. I was flustered, and slightly horrified—but also happy.

“Cheers to new beginnings,” I said.

Charles added, “And boundaries.”

Arthur raised his glass. “And to Lando marrying my sister."

Charles began choking on his champagne and smacked Arthur as Lando giggled to himself. Lando leaned in, whispering with a grin, “Remind me to install three deadbolts tomorrow.”

I laughed as my two idiot brothers bickered across the room, and Lando wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

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The salty breeze hit my face as I stepped out onto the private beach, toes sinking into warm sand. The sun was shining, the waves rolled gently in the distance, and Charles was already arguing with Arthur over who forgot the sunscreen. Lorenzo and Charlotte settled down in the sand next to Maman and Alex followed close to my side.

I adjusted my sunglasses and glanced back at Lando, who was shirtless, in board shorts, and struggling to carry two umbrellas, a cooler, and mine and Alex's beach bags like a pack mule. I tried not to smile too wide.

“You alright there, muscles?” I teased, reaching to take the bag off his shoulder.

“I’m thriving, actually,” Lando puffed, pretending to struggle more than he actually was. “This is the full boyfriend experience, right? Beach Mule?”

You kissed his cheek in thanks. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Alex giggled to herself and parked herself in the chair beside me. Charlotte came over and we began our typical girl talk. Lando was stood still trying to assemble all the beach gear. Down by the water, Maman was watching as Charles tried to construct a sandcastle with the intense focus of a man trying to outdo a toddler. Arthur, meanwhile, was already in the water yelling something about being part dolphin. Lorenzo trying to ignore both of them for his peace.

Lando dropped beside you onto a towel and stretched out, arms behind his head. “This is heaven. Sun, sea, no pit wall yelling in my ear…”

“Don’t get used to it,” Charles said, tossing a clump of wet sand at the both of us. “You’re racing next weekend.”

Lando shielded his face dramatically. “You mean I don’t get to retire at 25 and live on the beach with my beautiful doctor girlfriend?"

“Please don’t encourage him,” you groaned, lying back beside him. “He’s already too relaxed. He tried to explain to me, the doctor, that sunscreen is useless." I stated and Alex chuckled from beside.

“It is when you’re built like a bronze god,” Lando said confidently, flipping onto his stomach.

I grabbed the bottle from the bag and rolled my eyes. “Give me that before you turn into a tomato.”

From a few feet away, Arthur shouted, “Lando, if I see one more love bite on my sister’s neck, I swear I will drown you.”

“Arthur!” I yelled, mortified, gripping at my neck.

Lando just grinned. “For the record, she’s the one who bit me first.”

“Lando!” you smacked his shoulder as Maman called out from her chair with a grin on her face, "Arthur, faites attention à vous."

Charles was howling with laughter, and Arthur looked like he was planning Lando's funeral.

"Charles don't act like I don't notice you marking up my sweet innocent Alex." I shouted pointing to Alex as she hid her head. Charles laughing stopped abruptly and he went back to the sand.

I collapsed next to Lando again, hiding my face in the crook of his arm. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

He just kissed my temple and murmured, “You love me though.”

I huffed and nodded as he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

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After the long day at the beach, Maman had prepared a dinner for all of us. I had just got out of the shower and dressed and saw Lando lying on the bed. He smiled and reached his hands out towards me pulling me down with him.

"Dinner is ready." I mumbled against his lips.

"Just two seconds with you." He murmured as he drew me into his lips and held me steady. His hand made its way to rest lightly on my neck guiding the kiss.

"Excuse me, love birds, dinner is ready!" Arthur shouted banging on the door, interrupting our moment of peace. I stood up and opened the door and glared at him. I chased him out into the kitchen and jumped on his back. Maman, stood over the pots and pans in the kitchen chuckled at us. Lando followed behind laughing and struck up a conversation with Maman. Arthur clutched my legs and started running outside towards the pool.

"Arthur, I will literally kill you. No pool." I yelled and he stopped right at the edge of the pool. Charles, Alex and Lorenzo watched closely all holding back a chuckle.

"Say that I am your favorite Brother and always will be." He threatened as he teetered me over the edge.

"Arthur, you are my favorite brother and always will be." I stated and stared down Charles and Lorenzo while shaking my head. Arthur gently set me down on the ground and squeezed me into a hug.

I walked over and sat in between Charles and Alex. Alex and I began discussing her recent duties in her job in Art.

"I have an exhibition next week, if you'd be interested in joining me." She stated with a smile and nodded.

"Absolutely." I said and took a swig of the wine.

"I can see how happy Lando makes you and it warms my heart. You so deserve that." She said and I felt myself flush.

"Same goes for you, Mon Amor. Even if it is sadly my brother that makes you happy." I said and we both chuckled as we peered over at Charles and Arthur who were arguing again.

"Everybody ready to eat?" Maman asked as she peaked her head out of the door. We all nodded and followed her to the other side of the terrace. I pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"merci maman." I said and she smiled.

"tout ce que tu fais pour ma fille. ce garçon que tu as est spécial." She replied and I smiled to myself. (anything for you my girl. that boy you got yourself is very special)

"oui, il l'est" I said and watched Lando as he finished setting the table. (yes he is)

I greeted Lando with a kiss on the cheek and he smiled.

I sat between Lando and Arthur, sandwiched in as usual, while maman fluttered around making sure everyone had enough food (even though there was more than enough), and Charles argued passionately about wine pairings with Lorenzo.

Lando leaned over and murmured in my ear, “I think your mom just tried to sneak more food onto my plate when I wasn’t looking.”

“That’s how she shows love,” I whispered, stifling a laugh. “You’re officially in.”

“She also asked me earlier what my intentions are with you,” he added under his breath.

I turned to him, wide-eyed, slightly choking on my wine, “What did you say?”

“I panicked and said I liked your brain,” he whispered.

I burst into quiet laughter, covering my face as he grinned.

Arthur leaned over suspiciously. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Lando’s fear of lasagna and commitment,” I teased, nudging Lando gently.

“Oh, I’m great at commitment,” he said casually, picking up his glass of wine. “I mean, I’m practically in love with—”

He froze. I froze. The whole table went quiet like someone hit pause.

Charles dropped his fork. “What did you just say?”

Lando blinked. “I—I said I’m practically… uh… in love with food?"

Maman raised an eyebrow.

Arthur leaned back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Did our sweet little Lando just say the L-word?”

Lando looked absolutely panicked—but I was staring at him, eyes wide, heart pounding. Because I knew what he meant. He wasn’t talking about the food. I reached over and gently took his hand under the table.

“Hey,” I said quietly, “you don’t have to walk it back.”

He looked at me, eyes softening, and then took a breath.

“No, you’re right,” he said, this time with no hesitation. “I meant it. I love you.”

Silence again. And then—Charles groaned, dramatically dropping his head into his hands. “I knew this dinner was cursed.”

Maman beamed with joy. “Finally!”

Arthur raised his glass. “To Lando being emotionally available—who would’ve guessed?”

I laughed as the chaos resumed, my heart full and warm, my fingers still wrapped in Lando’s under the table.

I looked at him and smiled. “I love you too, by the way.”

“I knew it,” he whispered smugly. “This family loves me.” Charles scoffed loudly and then threw a napkin at his head.

"Don't get too cocky, Norris." Charles snapped and Alex smacked the back of his head.

"I love you as my own, Lando." Maman stated, giving Lando a huge smile.

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dr_jules_leclerc : i made the mistake of taking lando on a vacation with my family and now he thinks they are all insane (just charles).

lando : would deal with charles' threats and abuse every single day if it means i get to see that beautiful face at least once

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username4 : take notes

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charles_leclerc : what is this? take it down immediately- you are ruining my intimidating older brother image.

dr_jules_leclerc : wdym older brother we are TWINS CHARLES. shared the womb.

charles_leclerc : maman always told me I was born 4 minutes ahead of you… I am older

dr_jules_leclerc : mmm okay whatever helps you sleep at night but the whole internet knows you’re not intimidating at all..frankly I am more intimidated by Leo

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Right Person, Wrong Time

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball, cheer (UConn/USC AU)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x cheerleader!Reader

Rating: Teen (mild language and suggestive themes)

Summary: she was always the right person for you, just needed to let go of a bad one first…

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If there’s one thing I learned from being with Paige Bueckers, it’s that love doesn’t always disappear when things end. Sometimes, it lingers in the background, quietly existing while life pushes you in different directions.

We broke up nearly two years ago, right before college decisions dropped. Me, heading to USC for biology and cheer, and Paige, committed to UConn to chase her basketball dreams. We ended on good terms—mutual understanding, love still present, but timing? Off. And somehow, I never fully left her life.

Her little brother, Drew, still FaceTimes me to play Fortnite. Her dad still invites me on family vacations. And Paige? Well, she’s still… Paige. Calm, collected, and forever nonchalant, making it impossible for anyone to read her. Including my girlfriend, Taylor, who despises the fact that I’m still so intertwined with my ex and her family.

I get it. I’d be insecure too if the person I loved was best friends with their ex. But what Taylor doesn’t get is… Paige and I? We let go of the relationship, but never the bond.

⸻

“Yo, you ready for lab?” Paige’s voice echoes through my phone as I scramble to grab my lab notebook.

“Not really,” I sigh, balancing my phone against my mirror as I tie my hair up. “I was up all night studying. Professor Kim is gonna eat me alive if I mess up this dissection.”

Paige laughs, that soft chuckle that used to be my favorite sound. “You got this, bio nerd. Plus, March Madness is coming up, so you’ll need to be focused when you fly out here to see me kill it in the tourney.”

I grin. “As if I’d miss it.”

Before Paige can respond, Taylor storms into my dorm, eyes glued to her phone.

“Are you serious right now?” she snaps, shoving her screen in my face.

I squint, realizing it’s Paige’s latest Instagram story. A memory from when Drew and I were half-asleep in Paige’s dorm, watching Fast and Furious while Drew practically used me as a body pillow. The caption? “We need to run the late-night movie and cuddle sesh back.” And yes, Paige tagged me. And I reposted it to my story with a simple emoji “😊”

I internally sigh.

“Taylor, it’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep? Your ex is literally reminiscing about cuddling with you. Do you even respect me?”

Before I can speak, Paige’s calm voice cuts through the tension.

“She’s over me, Taylor. You’re the only one making this weird.”

Taylor glares at the phone. “Stay out of this, Bueckers.”

Paige chuckles, completely unfazed. “Gladly. Good luck with your dissection, baby girl.”

She ends the call, leaving me standing there with Taylor fuming.

⸻

I thought that argument would be the end of it. But when Paige’s dad invited me on their family trip to Cabo, I accepted without hesitation.

Taylor was pissed, of course. But something inside me… I needed this break. From her. From the constant accusations. From pretending that Paige wasn’t still my comfort, even if it wasn’t romantic anymore.

Or at least, that’s what I thought.

⸻

“Yo, Y/N, you ready for movie night or what?” Drew grins, tugging on my arm as we head to Paige’s room in the vacation house.

“You sure your sister won’t get annoyed with us taking over her bed again?” I tease.

Drew smirks. “Paige loves it. Trust me.”

We settle into the same spots as four years ago, Fast and Furious playing in the background. Drew’s head rests on my stomach as he slowly drifts off, mumbling sleepily, “I love you and Paige. You two belong together.”

Paige glances at me from the other side of the bed, her expression unreadable. But in that moment, I feel it. That pull. That connection we never really lost.

I don’t fight it.

⸻

When I get back to LA, something feels… off.

Taylor’s been acting strange, barely texting back. My gut tells me something’s wrong. So, I do what any girl with trust issues would do — I show up to her apartment unannounced.

And of course, I catch her. With her “best friend,” the same girl she told me not to worry about.

I don’t even feel heartbroken. Just… done.

I leave without saying a word, texting Paige immediately.

“Pack a bag. I need you in LA.”

⸻

Paige arrives the next day, rocking her UConn hoodie and slides like she owns the place. We hit a party that night with my cheer team, and the moment I spot Taylor across the room, her eyes widen in shock.

Paige smirks. “Time to remind her who you really belong to.”

Before I can process it, Paige’s lips are on mine. Slow. Familiar. And the moment our lips part, I turn to Taylor, who’s practically burning holes through me with her stare.

“Oh,” I say with a sarcastic smile. “By the way… I knew you were cheating this whole time. I just wanted to see how long you’d keep pretending.”

The whole party erupts in “OHHHHHS” as Taylor storms out in embarrassment.

Paige? She just pulls me closer, whispering, “Took you long enough to come back to me.”

⸻

That night, Paige and I are back in my dorm, tangled up in my bed like we never lost time.

“I missed this,” I admit, tracing her jaw with my fingertips.

“Me too,” she murmurs. “You were always my girl, Y/N. We just… needed the universe to catch up.”

And finally, it did.

⸻

Two months later, I’m sitting courtside at March Madness, rocking my custom “Bueckers’ Biggest Fan” hoodie, while Drew sits beside me, proudly holding a sign that says, “No I’m Bueckers Biggest Fan.”

Some things are just meant to be.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

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[pinkyqily]

IT COUPLE JUJU WATKINS X INFLUENCER READER

Summary: You and juju make an appearance at the Super Bowl

A/n: this has to be one of my fav fics to write y'all, not everything is accurate to real life so don't bite dont messenger, credits to @naeemagales who gave me the idea for this and happy readings readers hope you enjoy this your feedbacks are always appreciated 💕.

You loved being a full-time influencer, from building a platform on all your socials to getting really hot deals, getting invited on brand trips, and having big sponsors.

So imagine your surprise when your talent agency called you to let you know that @Lifestyle would pay an all expenses trip.

For you to go to the Super Bowl, and all you had to do was flim a full lent vlog and make short forms videos, the best part wasn't it being it fully paid but you getting to invite a plus one.

This was a lifetime opportunity for you, because an all paid trips, you get to invite someone, watch both Kendrick and Sza perform at the Super Bowl half time, and get to have a good time. You loved the amazing opportunities your job brings for you.

You already had a plus one in mind, your girlfriend juju, but it only depends if she was available.

Being a full-time college athlete was no joke. Practice how many times in a week, then game days on top of that, her brands endorsement.

But trying to ask her wouldn't hurt as long as it doesn't kill you.

Later that night when you guys were on facetime, you made it your mission to ask her.

"You're thinking a lot."you heard her say from the phone.

"I'm not just got a few things on my mind." You responded.

"Which is?". She straight up asked you looking a little more serious.

"I don't know". You told her with an exaggerated sigh at the end

"Baby, you and I both know whatever you're thinking about won't stop until you do something about it so for the second time what's wrong?". She told you with a softer tone.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you would like to go too the super bowl with me." You said to her on the phone really fast hoping she would understand you speaking in 2x speed.

"I didn't get that mind repeating yourself for me again mhm". Ju told, looking directly at the cameras.

You slowly took your time before asking her again.

"Would you Judea skies watkins like to go to the Super Bowl with me?".

"Using my full name is crazy, but I would love to."

"Wait, really? You actually have the time to go. " You told her trying to make sure.

"Baby, I just said yes." She said all whiny.

"Okay just making sure". You told her.

"So that's what made you feel nervous." She said

"Yea this convo done if you're trying to make fun of me". You said rolling your eyes at her.

"I'm just joking".

"You got no jokes Judea".

"Broo."

"Judeaaaa". You said to annoy her if she continued calling you her bro

"Alright, I see how it's." She told you.

Your trip to the Super Bowl was amazing from vlogging what it was like. Ju offering to be your camera women if she can't be in it who says she couldn't flim it.

You filmed so much content in one day, half-time show with Kendrick, and Sza was one to remember

Meeting other creators like you.

But your favorite moment was when the cameras spotted both you and juju in the stands with the caption as It couple. the crowd around you guys started cheering after noticing both raising starts together in the stands.

It had both you and juju cheesing like crazy.

"It couple I kinda like the sound of that". She whispered into your ears once the attention was back on the game.

"Same as a nice ring to it huh". You told her

"How about I put a ring on your finger?". She told you.

"That's music to my ears, but let's not rush things now." You told her.

You even got to see your girlfriend on the Nike ad with many talented players to. This Super Bowl was definitely a night to remember.

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[iloveacaibowls111]

How JJK men act when you go out without them

gojo

the moment you say you’re going out without him, he’s offended.

not dramatically - well, okay, very dramatically. sprawled across the bed like he’s been shot. “you’re leaving me? like this?”


you roll your eyes.


he rolls over, face planted in the pillow. “what if i die while you’re gone?”


“i’ll text shoko to deal with your ghost.”


“she’ll just tell you to block me.”

he doesn’t stop you from leaving, but he does insert himself into every step of the process. holds your makeup sponge like it’s sacred. asks why you need three kinds of mascara. flips through your closet like he’s your stylist-slash-hater.


“you’re wearing this?”


“yes.”


“...okay, slay, but don’t talk to anyone.”

when you finally make it to the door, he hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you. sniffles for dramatic effect. kisses your cheek, your lips, your forehead, your shoulder.

and when you’re gone, he’ll sulk for exactly twenty minutes before sending a picture of himself looking sad with the caption: “rotting. miss u.”

geto

he’s quiet about it.


just sits on the couch, one leg draped over the other, flipping through a book or scrolling his phone while you get ready. you think he doesn’t care.

but the second you step out of the room in your outfit, he looks up. and he stares.


not in a creepy way. in a “you’re gonna make me act out” way.


he doesn’t say much, just hums under his breath and gives you this look - lazy, dangerous, like he’s considering canceling your plans for you.

“you look nice,” he says, voice low, eyes unreadable.


you raise an eyebrow. “Nice?”


he closes his book. “...gorgeous.”

he doesn’t protest when you head for the door, but his hand catches your wrist as you pass. a soft tug. a kiss to your knuckles.


“don’t be too long,” he murmurs.

and when you come home later, he’s already waiting on the couch - pretending he wasn’t checking the time every twenty minutes.

choso

he doesn’t understand. not completely.


“where are you going again?”


“out. with friends.”


“but... we’re here.”


you laugh. he doesn’t. he’s confused.

he follows you around the apartment like a lost cat. watches you do your hair like it’s witchcraft. picks up your earrings, turning them over like they’re tiny puzzles.
when you spray perfume, he sneezes once, then immediately goes, “...you smell good.”

he gets clingier the closer it gets to the time you leave. arms around your waist while you try to put on shoes. cheek pressed to your back. mumbling.


“do you have to go?”


“i’ll be back in a few hours.”


“...that’s so long.”

you promise to text him. he nods, solemn like you’ve just deployed to war.

when you return later that night, you find him dozing off on the couch, still in the spot where you left him, phone face-up beside him with your chat open.

toji

he acts like he doesn’t care.


leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you get ready with a half-smirk.


“look at you, getting all dressed up,” he says. “who you tryin’ to impress?”

you roll your eyes. “my friends.”


“sure,” he says, like he doesn’t believe a damn word.

he doesn’t say don’t go, but he keeps getting in the way. brushing past you in the hallway. “accidentally” stealing your hairbrush. tugging you back by the belt loops to kiss your neck and mumble something about how that skirt is really short, huh?

he’s annoying. smug. possessive in that lowkey, cocky way he can never quite hide.

but when you actually open the door to leave, he quiets down. leans in. presses a kiss to your jaw.

“text me when you’re on the way back,” he says.

and he waits up, even if he pretends he didn’t.

nanami

he’s fine with it. supportive, even.


asks what time you’ll be home, if you want him to prep anything for when you return. offers to call a cab ahead of time.


he’s helpful. thoughtful. a little too calm.

you know he’s a little jealous, though. not in a controlling way - just in that quiet i’d rather you stayed here with me kind of way.


he won’t say it, but he watches you in the mirror as you put on jewelry. helps straighten your collar. fixes the twist in your watch strap.

“have fun,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “be safe.”


you nod. “you okay?”


“always,” he replies. “just wish i was going with you.”

when you come home, he’s already folded your coat over the back of the chair, set a glass of water on your nightstand, and turned down the bed.


he’s reading when you walk in. closes the book as soon as he hears you.

“welcome back,” he says, and kisses your temple.

no guilt. no pouting. just happy you’re home.

[eclipixels]

I loved ur isagi work where he was jealous that kaiser kept flirting w the reader! Do u mind making a part 3? I don’t have any ideas but ur the writer so feel free to do whatever u want :)

Snapchat

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Blurb. Kaiser adds you on snap...

Wanings: slight ooc

[791 words]

      You’re in the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly baked cookies filling the air. You hum softly to yourself as you press down on the dough, rolling it into perfect little balls. It's a quiet afternoon, just you and Isagi. He’s in the living room, sprawled on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through your phone and taking goofy pictures of himself. You don’t mind, it’s kind of cute. Honestly, you trust him enough to go through your phone. And he trusts you the same way. It’s a no-judgment zone.

      You sneak a glance at him from the kitchen, catching him mid-pose. His face is scrunched in some overly dramatic expression, and you can’t help but smile at how ridiculous he looks. "You look like an idiot," you call out, knowing he can hear you.

      "You're just jealous because I look this good," he responds without missing a beat, holding up the phone to show you his latest masterpiece.

      You chuckle, shaking your head as you continue baking. Just as you’re about to place another tray in the oven, you hear him chuckle from the other room.

      Your notification sound pings, pulling his attention. He glances down, eyebrow raised in curiosity. It’s a Snapchat request. From Kaiser. What?

      Kaiser, wants to add you? The idea sends a little pang of jealousy through him, but he quickly shakes it off. You’d probably be mad he was entertaining Kaiser at all but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to know why Kaiser wanted to add you. So, he clicks “Accept,”

      A few moments later, a new snap pops up, and Isagi opens it with some hesitation. He almost chokes on his own breath when he sees what’s inside.

      It's Kaiser. Shirtless. Posing in front of a mirror, flexing his absurdly toned back muscles, a smug grin on his face as if to say, LoOk at thESe mUscLes, Y/n. AReN’t yOu iMprEsSEd?

      Isagi, now fully in his feelings, can’t help it. He’s irritated and annoyed. He takes a deep breath and, without thinking too much, snaps a picture of his middle finger. His thumb and forefinger are exaggeratedly posed, the camera angle making it look like a sarcastic, exaggerated gesture. He adds a caption. “Bitch, ain’t no one care ab your big back.”

      He hits send and watches, mouth set in a frown as he waits. But then, to his surprise, a new snap arrives from Kaiser.

      You peek at Isagi, who’s still glaring at your phone, looking more agitated than he should be. He opens the snap, and Kaiser’s reply is pure chaos. It’s another shirtless photo, but this time, he’s doing a backflip. Mid-air, looking like he’s defying gravity. He somehow finds a way to make his abs even more prominent as he flips, and the caption reads: "Nice try, Isagi, but you can’t out-muscle perfection."

      Isagi clenches his jaw, and without missing a beat, he snaps a photo of himself benchlifting more than what Kaiser can, with the caption, “Do you even lift, bro?🥱”

      It’s a showdown now.

      Kaiser’s snap arrives a few minutes later. This time, he’s holding up a protein shake and looking way too pleased with himself. The caption: "This is my breakfast, Isagi. What’s yours? Probably something weak like cereal. You couldn’t handle this shit."

      Isagi gets ready to take another snap when his eyes fall on you. He turns to you, grinning slyly despite the mess he’s in. "He started it, Y/n," he says, but you’re already holding your stomach from laughing at the absurdity of it all.

      He quickly snaps a photo of his own, showing a huge fucking steak, completely lean, sizzling on the pan. “I get my protein straight from the source.”

      Your phone buzzes as Kaiser sends one final snap.

      It’s a photo of him with a dog. A cute one, and he’s looking at the camera with a completely fake look of innocence. “Just letting you know, Isagi. I’m also a dog person. I’m every lady’s dream guy.”

      “Yeah, we can tell you’re a dog guy with the lack of pussy you get.” Isagi snaps, holding up the poor cat you guys both adopted a while ago. The poor kitty had no idea what was going on.

      He throws the phone on the couch and leans back, still laughing. “That guy is seriously a piece of work,” he says.

      You watch him for a second before grinning. Ten out of ten rage bait. "Yeah, but you kind of took the bait, didn't you?"

      He sighs dramatically and flops back, "I swear... this is so not over."

      And before you can say anything, he grabs your phone again and, without hesitation, snap a photo of both of you together.

      The caption? “Fuck yo backflips, I give backshots.”

[bellfilmz]

“Out of sight, out of mind?”

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rafe x reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While studying abroad, Reader’s new friends doubt the existence of her wealthy boyfriend until Rafe Cameron makes a bold appearance to prove he’s very real.

⸻

You sipped your cappuccino as your friends argued about what country to backpack to next weekend.

“I’m telling you, Croatia is it right now. Sun, water, boats—perfect Instagram content,” Isla insisted, flipping her blonde curls over one shoulder.

Maya rolled her eyes, tapping away on her phone. “We’ve done islands for like three weekends in a row. I vote cities. Let’s do Amsterdam.”

You leaned back in your chair, amused but distracted. Your phone buzzed in your lap for the fifth time, and you didn’t even need to look. You already knew who it was.

Rafe:

“What time are you done with class? I miss your voice.”

You smiled softly, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before locking your phone and sliding it into your bag without responding.

“What about you?” Maya asked, squinting at you over the rim of her latte. “Where do you wanna go, mystery girl?”

“Huh?” You blinked, then laughed. “Oh—uh, either sounds good.”

Isla gave you a look. “You’ve been zoned out all morning. Who are you texting all the time, anyway? Still that ‘boyfriend’ of yours?”

You paused. “Yes, Rafe.”

Maya smirked. “Riiiight. Rafe, the mysterious rich boyfriend from North Carolina who we’ve heard about but never seen. You sure he’s not imaginary? Like a real-life ‘Lana Del Rey summer love’ situation?”

You blinked. “He’s real.”

“Then why haven’t we seen a photo of you two since… what, October?” Isla raised a brow. “It’s February.”

You rolled your eyes. “Because Rafe doesn’t like photos. He’s private. And I’m not going to force selfies on him for proof.”

“Doesn’t call during the day either,” Maya added. “And all these gifts he ‘sends’ you? Designer bags and clothes? We’ve never seen a single delivery.”

You sat back, a little stunned. “Are you serious? You think I’m lying?”

“I mean,” Isla said carefully, “you’re gorgeous, and you’re mysterious as hell, so yeah, it wouldn’t be shocking if you made it up to keep up the mystery.”

You narrowed your eyes. “He doesn’t want me posting him because his family’s loaded and they have, like, reputation issues back home. That’s why I’m not flaunting him. Not because he doesn’t exist.”

Maya shrugged. “If you say so.”

You didn’t say another word. Instead, you pulled out your phone, opened your camera, and snapped a quick photo of your annoyed face with the caption:

“My friends don’t believe you’re real.”

You sent it to Rafe and set the phone on the table, screen-up.

Maya and Isla were mid-rant about train routes when your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime.

You didn’t hesitate tapping accept and turning the screen toward them.

Rafe’s face appeared, sun-kissed and smug, wearing one of his signature fitted t-shirts. His jaw was sharp, his eyes soft when they met yours.

“Hey, baby,” he said, voice deep and velvety. “Is this the part where I prove I’m real?”

Your friends went silent.

You turned the screen toward them. “Say hi, girls.”

Isla blinked. Maya leaned in, stunned. “Holy shit.”

Rafe raised a brow. “Are those the ones who think my girl’s too pretty to have a boyfriend back home?”

You grinned. “Yep. These are the ones who thought I was writing fanfiction about you in my diary.”

“Damn,” he laughed. “You know, I was gonna send you a surprise next week, but I might overnight it now just to make a point.”

Maya’s jaw dropped. “Wait, that’s Rafe?”

Rafe gave them a cocky little salute. “That’d be me.”

“I thought he’d be, like… soft rich,” Isla muttered. “Not—hot rich.”

You laughed as Rafe tilted his head. “Baby, show them the necklace I sent you.”

You reached for the dainty, glimmering diamond chain around your neck, holding it up to the camera.

“She’s wearing my initials. So If she ever takes it off tell me, I’ll fly there myself.”

The girls were stunned silent.

You winked at him. “Thanks for backing me up.”

“Always. Now, call me later, yeah? I wanna hear about your day.” He paused, gaze dropping slightly. “And maybe talk about flying you home sooner.”

Your heart fluttered.

“Deal.”

The call ended.

You leaned back with a smug grin as Maya and Isla just stared.

“Told you.”

Maya finally exhaled. “I take back everything. Can you ask if he has a cousin?”

⸻

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

[stvrnzcherries]

› A TASTE

c. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Three strikes, two times Chris didn’t lean into the temptation and one time you both let go your deepest desires after you got into a fight with your boyfriend Matt, Chris’ brother.

warnings: soft dom!Chris, smut, a little angst, pet names, use of y/n, swearing, cheating (why would you do that?), use of drugs, making out, unprotected sex (don’t be silly), choking, toxic relationship, masturbating, oral sex (female receiving), praise kink and fingering.

word count: 4k

a/n: If you checked that I haven't posted for like a month, no you didn't.

01.

Your relationship with Matt has gotten worse during the past two months, he will get angry out of nowhere throw a tantrum over you, and ignore your texts for the rest of the day or even the entire week.

ME

Fuck you, I fucking hate you, Matt.

The last text you sent to Matt and yet he hasn’t even replied to it. You hated him, you hated the fact that you couldn’t even break up with him because you were too attached to him.

Too attached to the idea of him being fixable, of being the version that he could be back again. The version of him that you fell in love with the first time you laid eyes on him.

The blunt on your hand wasn’t making this job of ‘forgetting’ your boyfriend any easier, it made things easier to cope, sure but it wasn’t doing what you needed to.

Move on.

Forget him.

Looking at yourself in the mirror across your room, you can see the traces of smoke flying away from your mouth, the dim light of the moon making those remarkable. The smell of weed intoxicates your lungs and senses, that sweet sound of being in a pool underwater filling your ears delicately.

You picked up your phone once more and yet no answer from him, the frustration getting more and more annoying for your fatigued brain. “Fuck…” You muttered as you placed the joint between your lips and inhaled a long puff of it.

Looking back at the ceiling, an idea came out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere since you've done this a couple of times so that Matt can notice you and forgive you for whatever nonsense he got mad for.

An idea that always worked but you hated.

Being closer to the mirror across the floor, sitting on the cold floor as your phone flashes to your figure revealing a white laced lingerie set on you, your thighs, hips, and waist being three things that are prominent from your body.

Looking at the photos that you took, you decided to send those to your boyfriend waiting for a response, you even added a small caption saying ‘Let me make it up to you.’

As soon as you sent those pictures, a notification popped up on your phone, and you eagerly checked if Matt answered.

And that's when you felt your blood pressure descend at an incredible pace when you opened to check.

CHRIS

Shit

Y/N????

I think you sent it to the wrong triplet, baby.

ME

Shit

Sorry Chris, I thought I sent it to Matt

CHRIS

Not answering you again?

ME

yeah…

CHRIS

He’s been in a mood tonight, so.

But don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll text you in the morning

Btw

Wanna join me tomorrow night for a quick smoke?

Bought the good stuff yesterday.

ME

Sounds good, count me in xx.

Even though your best friend didn't make this situation such a big deal, it felt like that for you. What if he tells Matt and twists the entire story? What if Matt ignores you for the rest of your life? The paranoia consumed you, eating you alive, biting your nails you send the pictures to Matt, double checking if you are sending this time to the right triplet.

You place your phone on the bedside table next to you, staring at the ceiling again.

What if you didn’t want to send those to Matt? What if something deep down in you wanted to be seen by someone else?

Someone who will give you the attention that you crave?

02.

The headboard bangs against the wall, your moans filling Matt’s ears making his cock twitch inside you each time he thrust deep back inside you. Meanwhile, you were cock drunk after coming like two times already, you could barely say a word other than just emitting sounds every time Matt pounded relentlessly abusing your red, swollen cunt.

Drool pooling over the pillow underneath your face, you could feel the strands of hair sticking to the corners of your face “F-fuck b-baby…” You panted letting your head fall once again against the pillow and closing your eyes as Matt came to his thrill. His thrusts became sloppier within seconds and his grip on your hips got tighter.

You felt the burning sensation once again on your lower stomach indicating that you were also close to your own high, you squelched your walls around his shaft gaining a groan from him. “Cum for me.” He demanded sneaking a hand into your throat and gripping it delicately while his other hand gripped your ass before giving it a hard smack making you squeal.

Not even a split second after the knot in your stomach snaps and you release, your juices covering Matt’s dick, and some spilled over his bed making a big mess between the both of you.

The sweet sound of wet skin slapping skin is like music to your ears, the warm feeling of Matt being deep inside your pussy makes you salivate even more than you already were.

Your mind was fuzzy from the sensitivity of Matt abusing your cervix, you barely noticed when his load shot into your insides, painting your walls with his hot seed.

The noise was too much, the moans were uncontrollably loud and the massive boner Chris had was killing him slowly. As he was lying flat on his back staring blankly at the ceiling while he waited for the noises to stop.

He could feel his dick begging for being touched, for some sort of contact with anything. The only running thought wandering through his mind was you and only you.

He wanted to feel your lips against his, those soft lips that he could remember very well every time you wrapped them around the joints that you both shared once in a while. He could imagine how those lips must feel around his cock, how he could make you moan ten times harder than his brother ever could.

Fuck.

‘I’m so fucked for thinking this way.’ He thought to himself.

But he can’t help it.

Sneaking painfully slow his hand through his clothed dick he could feel his precum spurt all over his tip and inner thighs, the contact of his cold fingers against the base of his arousal as soon as he cupped his hand around it, his pace was slow and careful until he heard the most intense moan coming out from upstairs he has ever heard his entire life causing him to fasten up his speed with his hand.

The groans and whimpers that were slipping out of his mouth were uncontrollably loud but he couldn’t give two fucks about it, he didn't care if you could hear him or Matt, he needed it, he needed you deep inside him feeling your tight walls wrapping around his shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“mm- Y/N” He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his head falling backward as his hand edged him to his release, his heartbeat increasing incredibly fast as his hand moved up and down, his thumb running circles on the tip.

A slight burning sensation hit on Chris’ lower stomach causing him to clench his jaw as he felt his release. His hot seed leaked all over his hand. His chest heavily moving up and down as he removes his hand from his sensitive cock, his mind all fuzzy from the ecstasy that he just got.

He was so fucked up.

03.

“So this is the reason you’ve been treating me like shit for days?!” You spat sourly at Matt whose tears were all over his eyes. You’ve been staying over for the past three days and you thought things got better between you and Matt.

Seems like it was all an act to cover his lies, his disgusting lies. “I’m sorry…you have no idea of how I’ve been feeling the last couple weeks….” He replied wiping his tears away.

“No, no, no, no you don’t get to pull the victim card on me! I’m sick of your bullshit, we’ve been fighting for months just because you felt guilty for fucking another girl?” Your voice cracked each time you jumped back into the subject.

You knew Matt was a total idiot but not the kind of idiot to cheat on you.

Not the kind of idiot to blame it on the alcohol, not the kind of idiot to do something wrong twice or even a third time, not the kind of idiot to treat people like shit just because of repressed feelings.

“She didn’t mean anything to me! I know I was fucked up for pulling this shit but I regret it, so bad and I’m sorry.” His voice also cracked, the tears breaming down his cheeks, he looked genuinely hurt, and that made this more fucked up than it already was.

You shook your head, the rage was more intoxicating than anything “If she didn’t mean anything to you, you wouldn’t have done it three times and even worse blamed it on the fucking alcohol!” You shouted as your index finger pointed at him moving it up and down repeatedly when each sentence came out of your mouth.

“I know, I know I’m fucked up, alright? But this mistake doesn’t mean that we have to end things.” He said, the stuttering of his voice getting worse every time he watched your reaction.

“You’re so fucked up, Matt. You’re fucking unbelievable, we’re over.” You said sternly, walking out of the room, you felt your hands trembling the anxiety devouring your mind and body, your heart pounding as if it was going to explode any second, your blood pressure descending incredibly fast, your breath hitching each time the tears warned to advert from your eyes.

The thoughts on your mind got interrupted by something or someone abruptly stopping your steps, you look up to see Chris murmuring a curse and picking up something from the floor. Looking back at you, his face shifted to an annoyed expression from a worried one. “Y/N? Baby, what's wrong?” He asked, his hand gently resting on your shoulder now while his thumb caressed it.

That's when you can't handle your emotions anymore, the tears rolling down your cheeks as if you had a waterfall coming out from you, instantly his arms wrap around you rubbing your back gently as his voice soothes you, “Shhh, everything is going to be alright, sweetheart.” He murmured as he placed a soft kiss on your head, the tears kept falling at a slow pace now, gaining puffiness in your under eyes.

“Why don't we go to my room so you can relax? Hm?” He asked pulling back from you as his arms still wrapped around you, his fingers now brushing delicately the strands of hair that attached to your cheeks, your vision blurry from the tears that kept falling continuously.

The dynamic between you and Chris has always been something else, hanging out with Chris made you feel different than hanging out with Matt and Nick, it felt like you two were made to understand each other without the need to communicate, it was as if he could read your mind and you could read his mind and it was a connection that Matt never liked.

Either the fact that he always accused you that someday you might cheat on him with his brother or the fact that he could never get that kind of bond with you, maybe that was the reason he cheated on you or maybe he just wanted to take those repressed feelings on another girl's pussy.

But at this point, you didn't care at all, the joint that Chris was carrying when he saw you a few minutes ago was having its effects on you and you never felt more relaxed than you were right now, “So let me get this shit straight, he just admitted that he was fucking someone else and he expected that you forgave him?” Chris retorted taking a large puff from the perfectly rolled cherry-flavored joint he had between his index and middle finger.

You replied with a nod as Chris let the smoke out of his lungs a small trail of it escaping from his lips, you had to admit he looked a little too good when you both were smoking, it was a scenario that you couldn't describe at all. He passed you the joint as you took a long puff, letting the effects relax your thoughts.

Chris scoffed before speaking “Matt can be my brother and everything but I've seen the way he treats you, the kid is an asshole and doesn't deserve someone as beautiful as you.” His eyes bore into yours for a moment before taking the joint off your hand to give another puff to it.

Beautiful?

You couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth and it seemed that neither did he because the puff that he took almost got him choking out, the coughs escaping uncontrollably from his mouth as he was trying to search for his water bottle.

You giggled a little seeing the way he chugged the bottle at an amazing pace as he held back the coughs that warned to get out of his mouth, “Are you okay?” You asked as you tried to hide the sheepish smile from your face.

“Yeah, it’s just—” Chris interrupted himself to take another gulp from the bottle, “I took a long ass puff and my lungs were at the edge of collapsing.” You both cracked up, the weed kicking in incredibly fast, the sensation of being high washing you over once again.

“What we were even talking about?” He was the first to talk after a hot minute of laughter between the both of you, “I’m not sure, but I can remember very well that you said that I’m beautiful.” You teased him as you took the joint out of his hand and inhaled more of the content of it.

He rubbed his eyes before looking down, the pink tint on his cheeks started popping out, “Don’t do this to me.” He babbled nervously while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Do what?” You retorted playfully as you got closer to him, the sound of the wheels of the chair you were sitting on echoing in the space, you grabbed his chin softly lifting it so his eyes could meet yours once again, the blue hue losing up a bit by his dilated pupils.

“This, whatever this is. Don't do it.” He spat out, his tone a bit resentful as he expected to sound, his eyes shifting to your lips, his pursing in a thin line, that sensation that he had just a few nights ago, that thought coming back to him, the thought of your sweet lips against his, the thought of your moans making his crotch twitch against his sweatpants.

He needed you and as far as this seems you needed him too.

Something in common that can be easily done.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you, he was eager to taste your lips for ages and it drove him crazy. He placed his hand right above your jaw, his thumb caressing your jugular vein that felt like it was going to explode any second, electric waves of adrenaline going down his spine. You gave him easy access for his tongue to slide into your mouth, and the clicking sound between kisses flooded your ears. Your hands flew to his hair grabbing a handful of it, messing it up as his hands moved to roam over your body; the kiss getting sloppier, and your breaths heaving by the amount of time this had been going on.

Chris began to attack your neck, trailing wet kisses around it as he lowered them further getting to your lower stomach, his eyes scanning every faction of your face, on the other side was a load of nerves.

What if Matt finds out?

Cheating on him wasn't a good way to get on his nerves, not even when it came to cheating with someone as close as his brother. And neither it was a good idea to fuck him while you were still wearing one of Matt’s shirts, his favorite one.

But this felt right, felt like it was meant to be.

However, you couldn't help but feel the guilt wash you over, “Chris, we shouldn't…” You spat out, your face contorted into a worried expression.

He kept playing with the hem of the black shirt, his eyes lingering from your eyes to your thighs “Why now?” His voice was deep now, a smirk showing off as clear as the crystal on his face.

You couldn't help but feel soaked to his response, your words coming out sloppier “Because I’m your brother’s girlfriend…” You replied nervously, he just scoffed softly the air hitting your legs delicately.

He looked at you before lifting your oversized shirt and spreading your legs wide open taking the sight of your soaking wet pussy, “Ex-girlfriend, baby.” He kisses your thighs, getting closer to where you need him most. “Do you think he deserves to taste you after what he did?” He kept getting higher and higher, his fingers grazing the waistband of your panties before pulling them down harshly.

He tsks before articulating his last sentence, “Now it's my turn to have a taste.” His mouth now making contact with your wet folds, his tongue trailing along your slick before sucking it, your head rolled back resting on the headrest as you let out the loudest moans you've ever had, your hand instantly gripping onto his hair as Chris kept devouring you.

Groans leaving his mouth, the vibrations cursing through your insides making the knot inside you get tight each time his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub. “F-fuck.” you panted, your tongue being dry from the amount of pleasure you feeling at this moment.

Chris’ fingers make contact with your entrance, his index and middle fingers sliding deep inside you as his tongue keeps working on your nub hungrily. Pornographic moans came out of you as soon as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot of yours.

While you were ecstatic about the number of sensations you were having right now, Chris was enjoying the sight of you completely melting for his touch, his deprived touch, the way his tongue and fingers were driving you insane, and it was only making him harder and harder through his pants.

This was the moment he was waiting for his whole life, the moment where he could make you moan ten times louder than his brother ever could, the moment where he could claim you, the moment where he could make you feel good for the first time.

The moment when he gets to taste you, to see all of you.

Your walls clench on his fingers, the burning sensation in your stomach ready to snap any second as Chris works his way to make you cum for the first time in the night.

“Mmm—, y’like that?” He whispered as he pulled away, his other hand reaching out to rub your clit now as he kept fingering you, his tongue going back to trace circles.

You hummed in response, letting out a curse before the knot snapped, your juices dripping all over his face, a proud smirk smeared all over his face as he licked every single drop of your sweet liquid. Your chest heavily moved up and down as you tried to regain your composure, the grip that you had on his hair loosening up.

“You taste even better than I could ever imagine.” He said, sliding his fingers out of you a popping sound as he did so, and you squeezed your thighs by the sensitivity of the aftermath.

Chris leans to kiss you once again, this time it is rougher than the previous one, you can taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand places now on his hard-on, palming it through his sweats as you try to pull them down.

His hand stops you, pulling back to whisper in your ear, “You wanna fuck me? Hm?” He said, his tone dominant yet soft and caring.

You nodded desperately smashing your lips against his once again, his hands traveling to your waist as he picked you up and pushed you down to his bed, climbing on top of you in the process.

He signals you to take off Matt’s shirt and you don't even hesitate to think about it leaving the shirt tossed somewhere around the room, Chris' mouth moving to suck on your right tit and use his hand to draw circles on your left nipple, your back arching from the new sensation you've got.

You reached for his hoodie pulling it out of him as he helped you through the process, throwing it somewhere in the room as he kept working on your tits, his mouth switching sides to stimulate your nipples well enough.

There it was, once again that wave of pleasure hit your nerves once again.

Chris removes his sweatpants along with his boxers, his hardened dick hitting his happy trail as he did so, his tip now grazing against your swollen cunt making you flinch at the sensitiveness of your previous release.

He picked up one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, the tip now making contact with your entrance sliding in slowly, his hand stroking your leg in the process.

His pace was slow and steady at the start, waiting for you to adjust to his size fully. You must admit that he was bigger than Matt and it felt ten times better than it has ever felt with his brother.

His pace picked up quickly, and his tip was now abusing your cervix sweetly, his cock was now pumping in and out of you at an ungodly pace, this angle that Chris had you on makes you see stars.

The moans coming out of you echo through the whole room, your hands gripping the sheets for dear life as Chris keeps thrusting in and out of you harshly, the sensation in your lower stomach returning faster than it did before.

Chris on the other hand was kissing your leg, his mind all fuzzy from your tight pussy, he could cum right there and right now but he knew that wouldn’t be the best timing ever. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well.” He whispered gently, his thrusts still going harshly.

You started to scream out loud his name, his hand went to your mouth to lower the screams “We can't let Matt hear, do we?” He said, the well-known knot getting tight, your mind was foggy from the raw ecstasy you were experiencing right now.

“So so close.” He groaned feeling your walls clench around his shaft his release getting closer.

That's when you felt the knot snap once again, a squeal escaping from your lips as your juices coated his dick, the overstimulation hitting as soon as Chris kept pumping in and out, tears forming in your eyes.

“Where do you want it?” He moaned as he looked down at you, his hand that was situated in your mouth slipping out to pick up a faster pace to reach for his high.

“Mmm-, inside.” You babbled, feeling his cock twitching inside you and then his hot liquid filling you up. Before he pulled out he gave a few slow thrusts, collapsing beside you on the bed as you both tried to catch your breaths.

Chris moved closer, cuddling with you now as he stroked your hair gently, “You did so well.” He kept whispering praises at you, causing you to smile slightly.

“We should get you cleaned up, baby.” He mutters giving your shoulder a peck before he walks into the bathroom to pick up a towel returning to you as he cleans your inner thighs.

“Thank you.” You whispered at him before you shifted into your sleep.

a/n: Was this a good comeback y’all? Bc I hope so, I’ve been reading a few requests and I promise I’ll be working on them soon! I rather do a good job writing each request instead of uploading trashy stuff (quality over quantity). Btw, I’ve been asked to write a third part for Brutal but tbh I don’t feel like writing anymore about Brutal, just lmk if you guys think it’s worth it to write a third and FINAL part of Brutal. BYEEE LOVE YALL (we’re so close to 500 wtf)

Tag list: @sturniolossss @tillies33ssss @chrisloyalgf @alorsxsturn @sturnioloslurps @cindylcuwhoknows @3mm4yung @chrissfavwh3re @blahbel668 @lov3bug @starsturns234 @junnniiieee07 @mstarniolo @sara2233445 @teenagetrash00 @mattsturnioloisbae @mbbsgf @thecynthh @braindead4l @freshsturns @lexisecretaccx @wh0resstuff

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the secret of us | luke hughes social media au (pt.6)

pt. 5

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname both fit into "he's cute i'll take him" category

quinnswife theo is a no no but luke's potty trained so... feel free

_quinnhughes yeah so he can stop crashing at ours all summer eating belly's cereals

l_hughes06 they SHARED them with me

yourfriend ahh i see you pulled the good old "i can't play billiards 🥺🥺" act

yourfriend2 and then crushed him

l_hughes06 hey! i went easy on her!

trevorzegras yeaaah you did

_quinnhughes get out

elblue6 i'm open to more babies 👀

jackhughes jesus christ mom might as well have your ear glued to their door

elblue6 i'm just saying i can babysit

l_hughes06 we do not need baby fever right now thank you

quinnswife yeah dukes...i think it's too late for that

l_hughes06

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l_hughes06 lake house summer gets better and better

jackhughes king of captions

dylanduke25 where are the hashtags my liege

edwards71 her >>>>>

l_hughes06 alright pipe down

edwards71 chill i'm not trying anything

edwards71 .... yet

l_hughes06 blocked

markestapa oh those curlssssss getting a girlfriend did you goooood

l_hughes06 not all of us glow down 😌

markestapa i take back every compliment i've ever given you

quinnswife y/n is so beyond stunning i've been staring at these for 20 minutes

_quinnhughes i can attest to it. i'm waiting for her phone to die so we can resume our day

yournamelastname i'm gonna smooch you

l_hughes06 we're NOT that kind of family

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname luke: do you wanna come to this work thing

me: will there be hot dogs

luke: i think so

me: count me in

curtislazar95 why are you talking to yourself you little weirdo

brettpesce22 hanging out with rusty a little bit too much

yournamelastname you see if luke did it it would be weird, but when i do it it's quirky and fun!

curtislazar95 flawless reasoning on your part

l_hughes06 i can't get a break can i

jackhughes aw i thought you wanted to come and see your fav brother in law

yournamelastname you and luke live together i see you every day i wish i saw less of you

jackhughes ouch???????????

trevorzegras sunglasses? at night???

yournamelastname it's called fashion look it up

l_hughes06

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l_hughes06 happy birthday beautiful

yournamelastname 2/3 i'm eating... could've been worse

_quinnhughes he has more pictures of you eating on his phone than of his own brothers... that counts for something

yournamelastname is he trying to send a message

l_hughes06 i just like watching you eat!

jackhughes what an odd thing to say

yourfriend you're so obsessed with her and boy i understand

elblue6 happy birthday @yournamelastname ❤️

trevorzegras ohhh how quirky she can read

yournamelastname yeah we can't all rely on being pretty and kinda good at doing tricks with a puck

trevorzegras awwww you think i'm pretty 🫶🏻

yournamelastname pretty annoying

[byuljoonie]

smut with jungkook touching himself thinking about you pls? 😭

Why didn’t you answer the phone?

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: drabble, unedited

word count: 600

warnings: male masturbation, oral 4f, panty sniffing, bicycle position

note: sorry if it’s too short I’m really tired but…yes. thanks for reading! -dubu☆

Jungkook struggled with the zipper on his jeans, yanking his pants down hurriedly. He walked over to your clothing hamper, skimming through until he found a pair of your used panties.

You were away on a girls trip and decided to send your boyfriend a particularly alluring video of you in your hotel bed, an “I miss you,” caption feigning an aura of innocence around your suggestive message.

He quickly responded with a video of his own, shirtless, and not forgetting to let you know how much he missed your presence at home. He’d been doing fine at first, mindlessly letting his music and workouts consume his persistent thoughts. But now all he could think about was railing you until you couldn’t walk.

You were in the large bed surrounded by mounds of white pillows and a cloud-esque comforter, cutely propping up on the headboard to send Jungkook another video. You pulled your cami lower, letting your cleavage spill from the shirt. Lace bra purposefully showing through the white fabric, you told him about your day on the beach.

“Baby? What’s taking you so long to respond?” You sent annoyed at him for not calling you. He glanced over at his phone, mind too foggy to think of you texting him back.

He climbed into your shared king bed, pressing the crotch of your panties to his nose and inhaling deeply, groaning at your scent. He palmed himself through his boxers thinking of how needy you looked in the video, tits basically out and lips pouty for his attention.

“Fuck —“ he pulled his boxers off letting his cock spring free of its confinement, whimpering when the cold air met his member.

He slowly slide his hand over his length, stopping to spit in his hand before continuing his movements. His tip leaked aggressively, pink and angry against his muscular hands. With soft moans falling from his lips he imagined your pussy, nose buried deep in the center of the cotton fabric.

“Jungkook oh my god,” you moan loudly, your words reverberating around the room. He hummed against your clit in delight, hand pushing upward on your tummy to reveal the bundle of nerves. His mouth worked swiftly on your cunt, tongue lapping at your entrance. He pulled away suddenly, chin glistening with your mess.

“Grind on my tongue, baby.”

He whimpered at the thought of your pussy on his tongue, placing your panties in his mouth to get a direct taste. He lulled his head back against the headboard, stroking his cock with one hand and letting his other hand grope his balls. Heavy and filled with cum just for you, he worked to release quickly. The lewd and slick sounds echoed around the room, reminding him of the sweet sounds your cunt made.

“Good girl, bounce on my dick just like that.” He grunted hotly, hands gripping your ass as he watched his cock disappear inside your pussy. “I know you’re close, bunny.”

You were utterly wrecked, forehead sticky with sweat as your boyfriend egged you to your second orgasm. You nodded furiously, letting out strained calls of his name in response.

He pulled the panties from his mouth quickly wrapping them around his cock. Using both of his hands to jerk himself off, he vividly imagines your pretty face. Cumming simultaneously, white stripes spilling over dainty fabric.

It took him a few moments to calm himself down before his phone began to ring loudly, your ring tone. He briskly grabbed his phone from the dresser, trying to speak in a normal tone.

“Why didn’t you answer the phone, Koo?”

[etherealily]

don’t be shy post the dark stuff😽😽

darker!headcanons (gets darker as you scroll)

here's the watered down version

there's a lot. i know. but at least ONE person out there will enjoy it, so yeah. @flow33didontsmoke, this one's for you.

1.

I think he absolutely ADORES the fact that you don't want to date him because it gives him much more freedom. For instance :

☆ He doesn't like giving his girlfriends too many gifts, or they'll come to expect it

☆ But you? You're not his girlfriend. No, he's giving you things that only you two know about.

☆ You're getting tequila, vintage Queen vinyls (plus a whole ass fucking record player)

☆ Plus, you not dating him means he can post shit like this online without anyone hate-messaging you :

- Fentwhores don't have ANY blackmail rights (c.f)

@ shanecrestin when taking a girl to a club on the first date DOESN'T get her to put out : 🤯 (public)

smear campaign 100%.

☆ Speaking of online, he's considered telling you he has an alt, but he doesn't even use it much, so what's even the point? I really think he's been keeping tabs on you with the alt account for much longer than you'd guess if you found out about it. Sarah024 has a lot of mutuals with you, of course you followed her back!

☆ He also overanalyzes everything you post. Checks your bio all the time. Checks your following, but that's a given. Checks shared activity. He tries looking for cryptic messages (in another life, he's a Swiftie) in your captions or stories, seeing if they mean anything.

☆ He has way too many pictures of you, and none of them are compromising positions. And it's that fact that freaks you out. He just has pictures of you? Just you? For shits and giggles? Just like the fact that he wanted a gun in your throat, but never intending to shoot? Shits and motherfucking giggles?!

☆ If Maddy ever invites you and Kat to join the cheer and football teams for dinner after a big game, there's no way in hell Shane's sitting anywhere but next to him, especially in full view of his phone, where said pictures are on his wallpaper. Like, ha, have you ever even been to her house, much less in her bedroom?

☆ As we know, Nate's been fucking with your supply of E. For a while, now. In the beginning, he didn't really think it was a big deal - he thought he was fucking with only Maddy's , because it'd get you to come to games, but Maddy was a lost cause. But he couldn't have his lucky charm ODd on the road somewhere, could he? But when you need it, he's also prone to increasing your E intake because then you'll be more likely to do whatever. Plus, craving him.

☆ You're not allowed to skip a party or not do something he wants you to, or he'll use your own hand to slit his wrist until you do. He's found this is much more effective (⚠️)

2.

He actually doesn't avoid you in school. He actively seeks you out.

☆ Because obviously the whole school saw him tweak out over your absence, so he figures it's no secret you mean something to him. They just don't have to know how much. Or even in what way.

☆ It's shit like smacking your ass, grabbing your hand and twirling you ballroom-style on his way to class while you're by your locker and throwing charm bracelets your way in the hallway yelling 'think fast, lucky charm!'

☆ He writes ridiculous shit on bathroom walls like 'Call Y/N for a good time', but then it's his number. It's over for whoever calls.

☆ When he comes to the grave realisation that not all theatre dudes are gay, he threatens the student-assistant of the drama teacher to remove you from all the plays until you get frustrated and quit [Point : Nate]

☆ Whole neighbourhood loves him (adults, anyway), so he's making the best impression with your goddamn family, praising you to them, talking about how he 'convinced you to quit your internship because your boss was a creep'. He gets invited to dinner.

☆ You don't know this, but when he calls you late at night, it's not for sex. He's most likely just having a nightmare. Annoying you is better than sleep.

☆ Sends you hate notes in your locker (or DMs from the alt account) so he can comfort you later (he likes riling himself up by imagining people actually saying this shit to you and stabbing them, like, ten times in the face, as he writes them 😇)

☆ Kinda pissed you didn't actually date Crestin, because what he wouldn't give to cuck that asshole out of existence!

☆ You're not allowed to do a lot of things, but he knows that if he tells you not to do them, you're just going to flip out and do them anyway.

☆ So he just makes sure you don't get an opportunity to do them first. For instance, at parties. He's not your boyfriend, he's not your babysitter, he's not going to be glued by your side, and you're grateful for it.

☆ But, he gets you this bottle of nail polish and a dress to match. The dress is just for him. The nail polish is the kind that changes colour when your drink's been tampered with. Meaningful shit like that.

☆ Never tells you that he always drinks less or smokes less weed than you, because what's the point? He's literally looking out for you. You would be grateful, anyway, he knows your response. Duh.

☆ Silently gives you more E or hard liquor to shut you up if you ever ask shit like 'what is this thing we're even doing here, Nate?' Like, nah. Shh. (⚠️)

☆ He's got your handwriting down to a TEE. and what does he do with it? Whenever you're passed out (drunk or high), he's reading through your journal and writing tiny little annotations here and there in your handwriting. No full entries, he's sure you'll figure it out, but subtle annotations, just enough to keep you confused.

'Nate got me an Elvis charm for my bracelet last week ' ~ he predated it to two weeks ago but he secretly attached an Elvis charm to the bracelet you're wearing while you slept three weeks ago, so...

☆ It's enough to genuinely confuse you. because WHEN? But the Elvis charm DID look familiar, like it had always been on...?

☆ He's Pavlov-ing you. Basically. To accept these odd annotations as truth.

☆ He doesn't know what you are, either, relationship-wise, and if he agrees on one thing with you, it's that he doesn't wanna find out.

☆ He's taken pictures off the net (and from times he's actually done it on his own) of slit palms, bleeding torsos and speedometers increasing to dangerous amounts, and his new favourite game is sending them to you to make you try to figure out if they're a) him, and b) currently happening or taken ages ago. (⚠️) Slightly more NSFW [again, you know me, non-explicit]

☆ I don't actually see Nate hooking up with you that often, at least not every fucking day or week. No, seriously. He's pretty sure he respects you too much for that, and that (at least in his mind) is true love. You love your girl. You love AND respect your wife. Huge difference, to him.

☆He sends you dick pics with his gun next to it. THE gun.

☆He fantasizes about his dad making a second attempt at offering you whatever it is he implied during dinner and beating the everloving shit out of him

☆ He also fantasizes about Shane trying to sleep with you without your consent and he swoops in and beats the everloving shit out of him, too (⚠️)

☆ Always actively trying to get you away from Maddy, but can't pretend like he doesn't picture the both of you together. Obviously gets off to that fact. It's a given.

☆ To elaborate on my point about 'different people deserving different things' , he's very gentle with you, treats you like porcelain, but just to piss you off. Just to be condescending.

☆ There are rare instances when he does drink more than you, but that's only when you're not with him when he drinks. That's when the differences between how he interacts with Maddy or Cassie and how he interacts with you are clearer

☆ With Maddy, he yelled, but he sought comfort. She was there for him.

☆ With Cassie, similar, but he didn't really seek much actual comfort besides someone next to him to make sure he's not being a whiny little bitch after his nightmares.

☆ You, though? He's sure if you knew half the shit Maddy knew, you wouldn't be this mean to him. You could probably even manage to be nice.

☆ Thing is, he doesn't want that. You're the only one in a long time that's let him call the shots but still had some sort of a backbone. Closest to a normal relationship he'll ever be.

☆ He wants to crawl inside you and stay there, you're so warm.

☆ So forgive him if he's not burying his face in your stomach for comfort or your neck for reassurance and is instead burying it in your thighs, when he's drunk and depressed.

☆ Re : overanalyzes everything you post - if he thinks your notes have any sort of connection to him, good or bad, you're getting laid that night.

☆ "Thought you hated me, baby? You're out here basically soft-launching me at this point. Yeah? That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

☆ If it's his favourite artist or song, you're basically proposing in his head.

☆ Get the fuck out of here if you think he's going to do anything other than call 'having sex' stupid shit like 'kissing you all over', because it sounds more romantic than it is, and as you know, he has a habit of pissing you off with that.

☆ He's fine with you dating other people - as if he's not in between girlfriends himself, he's not a hypocrite (in that regard, anyway) - but he's gotta have a schedule, 'cause no way he's sticking his tongue (or, y'know, dick) into something that's just had another one in it. But that's the thing : he has this benevolent rule because he knows you're not doing shit (except him) (⚠️)

☆ As I said, he has more fun with you than with you, so I don't think he sleeps with you as much as he would with Maddy or Cassie.

☆ That being said, he does do everything to treat you like a girlfriend without you actually being it. I'm talking fucks after games that he wins by scoring the touchdown that saves the Blackhawks, nudes (him, not you. He's deathly scared of the SlutPages or Shane getting hold of them) and also, paper airplanes during class. Game of Russian Roulette if the content's gonna be about how pretty you look or how pretty you would look, doing something else.

And finally, of course :

☆ COMPLETELY gets off on the fact that you were literally walking around engraved with his jersey number - hickeys are never gonna do it for him anymore.

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kate_martin03 caption’s tuff →caitlin_clark22 enough. 

user1 WAIT IS IT A NOD TO Y/N’S TWEET →user2 its def not they don’t even know each other →user3 NO Y/N LIKED THE POST

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Y/n smiled as she read through Caitlin’s comments. After the eye-opening conversation she had with Kate last night, Y/n had become more open to the idea. 

She also thought the caption was cute. 

Y/n groaned as her stomach grumbled. She placed her phone on her bed, stood up, cracked her spine, and walked into her kitchen. 

Y/n decided to make something easy, then sit on her couch and binge-watch crappy reality tv. This was her first week off in months and she would spend it rotting in her living room like every normal 21-year-old. 

Y/n couldn’t tell you the number of below-deck episodes she had binge-watched, but by the time she finished, the sun was down and the crickets were chirping. She begrudgingly stalked back to her bedroom, changing into her pajamas and throwing herself down on her bed. 

She picked up her phone, only to drop it a second later in shock. 

[yn_ln]  Caitlin Clark                            4h ago sent you a message

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Caitlin, on the other hand, was freaking out. She had never even spoken to Y/n before, but Kate had convinced her to DM her. 

Caitlin probably typed and retyped her DM 50 times before settling on a ��hey !’

Caitlin groaned and shoved her phone down after finally hitting send. She couldn’t help but picking up her phone every ten seconds to see if Y/n had opened or responded to her DM. 

After 10 minutes, Caitlin had eventually given up hope of a response and sighed, turning off her phone and putting her head in her hands. 

Caitlin buisied herself by ordering doordash and sitting on her couch, rewatching film her coaches gave her to look over. She lost track of time and found herself mindlessly picking at her fingers, only coming to when she realized it was past midnight. ]

She groaned as she stood up from the couch, attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes. Caitlin walked into her bedroom as she sat on her bed. She picked up her phone and almost threw it when she saw her most recent notification. 

[caitlin_clark22] Yn Ln                            20m ago sent you a message

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Caitlin  hey !

Y/n hey yourself sorry for leaving you on delivered i was binge-watching below deck

Caitlin which one?

Y/n mediterranean, duh

Caitlin good. That's the best one Yn liked this message

Y/n so, i’m assuming kate told  you to dm me?

Caitlin well, to be honest, i had kinda been wanting to ever since i met you on facetime with kate. 

Y/n brother that was 6 months ago 💀

Caitlin LEAVE ME ALONE, OK i'm just a girl

Y/n SO REAL whenever people tell me im doing  something wrong i get so annoyed  like im just a girl that curb shouldn’t have been there 😠

Caitlin LMFAOO Anyways, yeah, kate finally bullied me into texting my celebrity crush who she just  happens to be best friends with

Y/n 🤨🤨 is that all i am to you?? a pretty face?

Caitlin NO NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT I SWEAR

Y/n LMFAOO im just fucking with you anyways, going back to that… celebrity crush, you say? 🤨😏

Caitlin 😶 moving on…

Y/n no, no i wanna know

Caitlin umm… basically i’ve just been really obsessed with your show lately and kate told me i should shoot my shot but im now realizing maybe i should save that for the court

Y/n LMFAOO nah, kate was right she showed you my tweet, right?

Caitlin yeah, why?

Y/n because i wasn’t kidding.