#congrats u get this instead of me doing what i said i would

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Seeing Doubles - GR63

☆ summary: George Russell attends Wimbledon and meets the tennis it girl, Y/N

☆ pairing: gr63 x reader

☆ fc: none

☆ warnings: none

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georgerussell63: always a pleasure watching tennis 🎾 Congrats to y/n on your first of many wins at Wimbledon!

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user12: Y/N AND GEORGE CROSS OVER?! dreams do come true

user10: who is y/n

user12: only one of the best women’s tennis players in the WORLD! don’t disrespect my mother like that

user10: my bad @.user12

user2: BARK BARK BARK

user3: Prince of England 👑

landonorris: omg! I think i saw you there! *liked by georgerussell63

mercedesamgf1: that’s our driver 😍

user4: ok toto

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y/nuser: dreams do come true 🤍

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user12: CONGRATS QUEEN

Wimbledon: Congratulations Y/N!

Adidas: Congrats y/n/n!

user13: peep george in the likes. what’s he doing here

user14: omg do you think they’re dating?

user16: chilllll they just met!

user12: MAMA Y PAPA

user16: alright @.user12 let’s get you to bed

georgerussell63: congrats y/n! impressive performance! 🎾🍓

y/nuser: thank you george! was wonderful meeting you 🏎️🍓

user12: AHHHHHHHH

f1gossip: GR63 seen leaving posh restaurant in London with Y/N Y/L/N after their supposed meeting at Wimbledon earlier in the week. New WAG alert?

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user34: omg first date vibes??

user17: Y/N would make the best WAG trust

user40: she’s just using him for his fame smh

user17: be so serious rn she just won wimbledon she has no need for his “fame”

user12: they are going to get together just you wait

user14: i just hope she makes our Georgie happy

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y/bff: GIRL WHO IS THIS

y/n: heheh i’ll never tell 🤭

y/bff: DONT TELL ME ITS THE VROOM VROOM GUY

user12: LOOKS LIKE GEORGE TO ME

user14: GEORGEY/N SUPREMACY

user19: please give me one chance i beg

georgerussell63: no need to be nervous gorgeous ����

y/n: such a charmer

georgerussell63: only for you

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y/nuser: alright guys - i get the hype now. thanks to mercedes for having me!

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user13: tennis x f1 crossover! my favorite fr

mercedesamgf1: it was a pleasure having you y/n! You are welcome back any time 💙

y/nuser: i’ll definitely take you up on that 😉

landonorris: noooo come to mclaren instead

alex_albon: no williams

lilymhe: what alex said

y/nuser: @.lilymhe: ok fine maybe ill stop by the williams garage but only for you

lilymhe: YAY 💙

georgerussell63: @.alex_albon mate you’re supposed to be helping me seal the deal not steal her comment has been deleted by user

user54: DID ANYONE JUSY SEE GEORGES COMMENT

user67: WE SAW YOUR COMMENT GEORGE liked by y/nuser

user67: OMG Y/N LIKED. u a real one for that girly

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georgerussell63: an unforgettable weekend! i am so proud of this team - thank you for everything. Now on to summer break ☀️

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user19: CONGRATS GEORGIE

landonorris: had a good luck charm with ya this weekend huh? congrats mate

user18: lando what do you know

user12: he’s def talking about y/n

mercedesamgf1: congratulations George!

y/nuser: congrats george!

georgerussell63: thanks y/n! glad you were able to watch me win at your first race 😉

user22: oh he shooting his shot fr

user26: did yall see the shot of her smiling up at him while he was on the podium 😭

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alex_albon: so you got the girl or what?

georgerussell63: i don’t kiss and tell

alex_albon: yes you yabba dabba do

georgerussell63: 😔

georgerussell63: i did get the girl tho 🤭

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y/bff: you’re with him aren’t you

y/n: yes 🤍

y/bff: i can’t believe i lost my wife

y/n: you’ll always have me bb girl

georgerussell63: pic creds when

y/n: shhh this was the softest of soft launches

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☆ a/n: this is my first ever smau so please be nice!! had a lot of fun writing this. I was inspired by george's wimbledon fit today. likes and reblogs appreciated 🧡

☆ part 2 is definitely going to happen so stay tuned!!

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[sixosix]

hello!! this is my first time asking so forgive me if i do anything wrong.

so i just saw your event anddddd first of all, i just want to say congrats on 5k!!! and also happy birthdayy!! if its not a bother, can i participate in the event?? if so heres the prompt,

[lyney, earphones(the wired ones), fluff]

your thawed series really made me fall in love with the way you write lyney😭 and because of that, i want to read more of him from you!!

once again, congrats on 5k!!

a/n HELLO ANON!!! thank you so much + dont worry u sent an ask right! im so happy u like my characterization of lyney hehe hes just a silly guy…

info 500 words, short and sweet, modern college au

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Lynette texted you this morning saying that she had a fever.

Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Get well soon! or an I’ll send you the notes later would be the end of the conversation. Then you’d go on with your day and miss her, but that would be it. That was supposed to be it.

But it was Lynette. And if she was involved—

“Hey.” Lilac eyes overtook your vision, shockingly close. You jumped back, and Lyney grinned. “Are you still texting my sister? I’m right here, you know.”

Lynette You’ll be fine

You LYHBEDTTE

Lynette He’s just Lyney

You EXACTLY WHY

This was a problem because you had been nursing the biggest crush on Lynette’s brother since you met her—and it’s been years. The color of his eyes, the softness of his hair, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles—

“I’m telling her I wish she were here instead,” you said, hiding your screen from his sharp eyes.

Lyney wasn’t fazed at all. He matched your steps and easily walked alongside you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He was so suspiciously happy today.

“Are we going to take the bus there?” Lyney asked, his arms still brushing against yours. His chin was tucked in his windbreaker, muffling his words a little. He looked a little red—did he have a fever as well?

“I guess so,” you said, dragging your gaze away from the sight. You could hear your heartbeat racing.

Lyney’s smile softened, then gestured at the bus stop bench. “It’s still early. Let’s sit over there.”

It was empty, yet when you sat at the far edge, Lyney still cozied up beside you. Seeking refuge, you hid your face further in the safety of your hoodie. This was bad. Lynette rarely got sick; this was your first time alone with Lyney, and you didn’t know how to act.

When you glanced at him, Lyney seemed content with the silence. You weren’t—you could hear the loud thumps of your chest, and soon enough, Lyney would notice it, too.

You pulled out your earphones and swiped to the highest volume possible, ear damage be damned. You were not going to survive today. You’re going to embarrass yourself and make a fool of your impressions, and Lyney would get weirded out and avoid you for the rest of his life.

Your throat made some sort of warbling deflated noise as music drowned out your heartbeat, but not your thoughts. Why was Lyney so warm? Even with layers of clothing, you could feel the heat of his skin, and it was driving you mad. You wanted nothing but to curl into it like a cat with sunlight. Why did Lynette have to get sick while you were still hopelessly infatuated with her brother?

Abruptly, Lyney’s head found its way to your shoulder. Stunned, you sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with all the sensations. Your five senses were being violated left and right—all you could see, hear, and touch was Lyney.

He reached his hand out expectantly. You made a noise of confusion, then belatedly realized what he was pointing at. Careful not to jostle him, you plucked an earphone and gently placed it in his ear. Lyney flinched.

“This is loud,” Lyney chuckled, but he didn’t ask you to mess with the volume. He laid back down with his weight and stayed there, unaware of how your face was a flaming mess.

Your eyes slipped to your lap, feeling shy. From this angle, it was hard to tell what Lyney was looking at, but you could feel his smile. It could be Lyney’s unnaturally warm body heat or your burning embarrassment, but— maybe you were starting to feel feverish as well.

Lyney snuggled closer. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long day.

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congrats on nearly graduating!! for a college!ellie request, could we have a classic friends to lovers and they confess to each other on one of the last nights of college?:)

[ been talkin' 'bout the way things change ]

| a/n : thank you so much aw )): i loved this so i wrote it asap hehe | c/w : swearing, drinking, elementary ed students caught a stray sorry love u guys

rivers and roads - ellie williams

you were never good with change.

it consumed all of you, a constant gnawing that overtook your entire body.

if you had to choose between having food poisoning or the ache of nostalgia, you would pick the food poisoning.

you hated change.

you hated the way that no matter what you did, or how strongly you felt.. when it came to change, you could never be in charge. you hated things being out of your hands, too.

sure, maybe you were a little neurotic. your friends poked fun at you for it, and you desperately wished that you could shake it off and move on, embracing the next thing with open arms.

the stomach ache caused by the impending reminder that soon all of this would be over had admittedly started months ago. you thought that maybe at least by the end, you would've had time to process and get a grip on things.

of course, you could never be so lucky.

that's why now, dina was practically screeching with laughter at the sight at you blinking away tears while sat at your favorite table in your favorite bar, a shitty rap song blaring in your ears.

"babe, this is entirely not situationally appropriate," dina laughed, squeezing your shoulder. her other hand held a shot glass.

"this is the last time we'll ever be here," you said, hoping that maybe if you got your feelings out loud, maybe the fucking pit in your stomach would let up a little.

"we could always come back," jesse offered, raising his hands in defense when you shot him a glare.

"we won't be in college anymore. it won't be the same," you said. you weren't the only person being a downer.

the entire bar was packed with upcoming graduates, friend groups crying and hugging in between dances and shots. there was a palpable feeling in the air, everyone could feel it.

"shut up. you're breaking my heart," dina said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and squeezing as tight as she could. "do you want my shot?"

you shook your head, a genuine laugh leaving your throat. "that's all you," you denied.

you clutched harder onto your plastic cup, a vodka cranberry. ellie had made fun of you when you had ordered it.

"what is it, freshman year?" she had teased, to which you elbowed her side. you didn't admit it, but maybe the reason you had ordered it was because that was a little nostalgic, too.

where was ellie, anyway? it usually took a while to get drinks but she had been gone, what, twenty minutes?

you sat up straighter in your seat, sniffling. you squinted and scanned the crowd, finding it hard for your eyes to adjust to the dark due to the random flashes of laser lights throughout the bar.

finally, you found her.

ellie was at the bar, and you could see the drinks that everyone had ordered around her, so clearly she wasn't waiting on the bartender anymore.

you strained your neck and felt disappointed in yourself once you instantly deflated upon the sight of ellie talking to a girl. you tore your eyes away, heart skipping a beat as you downed the rest of your drink.

"i'll be right back," you called to jesse, who was trying to act nonchalant instead of flustered as dina pulled him to dance.

you squeezed your way through the crowd, sight trained on ellie the entire time. it was nearly impossible to make it to the bar counter, nobody wanted to risk giving up their spot.

"excuse me, jesus," you muttered, slipping through a group of oblivious frat guys taking up the entire walkway.

you didn't recognize the girl that ellie was talking to, not that it mattered. ellie was leaning lazily against the bar, shaking her head with a smile.

there it was again, that pang in your stomach.

"hey, sorry," you breezed, coming up next to ellie. she turned to you instantly, making room for you to stand next to her.

"sorry to interrupt, i just needed a drink and you-" your eyes glanced to the drinks that ellie was hoarding after she had offered to order them.

"shit, sorry."

you graciously accepted the refill as ellie's hand fell onto your back.

"you remember alison, right?" ellie asked, gesturing to the blonde stood in front of you. at ellie's words, your eyes widened.

"oh my god! no way! how are you?" relief washing over you as you broke out into a genuine grin.

alison, ellie's sophomore year roommate that happened to have a wonderful boyfriend.

"pretty great, actually," alison beamed, flashing a ring on her finger.

"no fucking way," you gushed, sharing a knowing look with ellie. "what did you study again?"

"elementary education," alison confirmed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

of course. go, alison!

you caught up for a few minutes before helping ellie carry the rest of the drinks to the table. you only halted for a second to roll your eyes in disgust as a guy squeezed your waist as a way to say excuse me.

"i won't miss that," you grumbled, to which ellie shook her head.

"can you believe the fucking rock on her finger?" ellie asked, sliding into her chair.

"leaving college engaged. can you believe that?" you shook your head, spotting jesse and dina from across the bar and realizing they most likely wouldn't be coming for their drinks right away.

"hey, a lot of people do it," ellie shrugged.

"i know, but.. still. i just can't imagine being in that place, you know? i still feel, so... like, little."

"ew. don't say that," ellie scolded, finally taking a sip of her beer.

"shut up, you know what i mean. i just feel like i'm in such a different place compared to like, ninety percent of everyone else. everyone's moving on and they've got their plans and i'm just.. i don't know. i feel stuck."

"you're really uplifting, did you know that?" ellie teased. you swatted at her, the pounding in your chest never subsiding.

out of everything, you would miss this the most. being with ellie, talking with ellie, seeing ellie. you couldn't even let yourself think about it or you would be sick. still though, you used the dark atmosphere to your advantage and studied her as much as you could. you hoped that you would never forget the specific green of her eyes, or the way her freckles danced across her features.

"i'm sure mostly everyone is faking it, anyway," ellie continued. "they're all a wreck, you can tell."

you nodded, tearing your eyes away from ellie and taking a drink. you really couldn't bear it.

"something so anticlimactic about literally graduating college and then just fucking... moving home," you sighed into your drink, chewing at your bottom lip.

"you won't be there forever. besides, you're coming to visit me, right? you've gotta experience a jackson summer. it is completely uneventful and yet, entirely comforting," ellie joked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded in confirmation, the bass from the music vibrating in your chest.

jesus christ, what was wrong with you?

"truth or drink?" you asked, squaring your shoulders. "best and worst of college."

ellie thought for a second, her eyebrows pinching together. she took a drink anyway, clearing her throat when she thought of an answer.

"worst, that fucking frat party we went to sophomore year. it was not like the movies and i still do not forgive you and dina for dragging me along."

"i had to throw away my shoes," you remarked, faking a solemn tone.

"beeest," ellie dragged out the word, mulling it over in her mind. "that first warm day in the spring every year when we all skip class and do whatever. it's just.. good. and meeting you," ellie finished, taking another drink.

"shut up," you said, face warming. you followed suit and drank as well, your eyes darting away from ellie's face. "you're a liar."

"fuck you, it's true," ellie argued. "you know it's true."

you shook your head, staring down at the table and refusing to meet ellie's eyes. "you're my best, too," you said, hoping it was soft enough that ellie wouldn't hear it over the music, but she did.

"truth or drink, did you hook up with that guy from the club junior year?" ellie asked, completely deadpan.

you choked on your drink, forcing yourself to swallow it down before it came out in a surprised laugh. "what the fuck is wrong with you? obviously not, jesus."

"just asking," ellie stated innocently, raising her hands in defense.

"you're so gross," you complained, wrinkling your nose.

ellie chuckled, looking down with a shake of her head. she visibly relaxed, flicking the glass beer bottle with a plink.

"they're definitely not coming back for these, right?" ellie tilted her head in the direction of jesse and dina, drinks seemingly forgotten.

you laughed, your heart lurching.

god, you were going to miss them so much.

"maybe we can be nice and take them over?" you suggested, having to raise your voice now.

it must've hit a new hour, because the already loud music suddenly felt as though it was pounding through your eardrums. if you stretched your neck to the entrance, you could see the line of people out the door, waiting for wristbands.

ellie nodded once, standing and grabbing dina and jesse's drinks, along with her own.

you jabbed your phone into your pocket, along with a tube of lip gloss. ellie had your card and id, you refused to bring a bag to the bar so ellie was always tasked with stuffing your things into her wallet.

she never complained.

"you wanna get some air?" ellie shouted in your ear, yet you still barely heard her. you nodded in response, jerking your head to the back door.

on the way out, you passed the drinks to a very grateful dina and jesse.

you hadn't realized how humid it felt in the bar until you stepped outside.

you adored the patio. it was a little shabby, but you didn't mind.

string lights were woven overhead, a different vibe compared to the strobing lasers inside. there were a few potted plants, some patio furniture, and a centered, lit fireplace in the middle.

the music was still loud outside, but not as deafening as it was indoors. even so, your heart felt like it was thumping along with the beat.

it was still a little chilly in may, at night at least.

you sat on the cobbled ledge surrounding the fireplace, shadows of flames flickering around ellie's face.

"truth or drink. do you actually like this place, or do you just come here because it's our favorite?" you questioned, lifting your cup up to your lips.

"'ours' being?"

"me and dina, obviously."

ellie took a drink, wincing as your jaw dropped in surprise.

"ellie! you said you did like it!"

"the drinks are cheap," she shrugged.

"not cheap enough," you grumbled into your cup, earning a snort from the other girl.

you were torn between not wanting to meet her gaze, and staring at her as much as you could before you would no longer see each other everyday. the thought of it broke your fucking heart.

you only just met ellie practically a couple years ago, and you didn't want to imagine life without her.

it would be hollow, you thought.

"truth or drink, that time you said you didn't walk in on dina and jesse-"

"shut up," you hushed, taking your longest drink of the night so far.

"oh jesus christ," ellie mumbled. her horrified expression quickly turned into a grin once she saw your face.

the laughter that ensued made you wish so terribly that you could bottle it up and keep it in your pocket forever.

eventually the laughter teetered out, and a comfortable silence settled over the two of you. the music was loud, and you could hear shrieks of laughter and sounds of people singing along from inside.

you pushed out a sigh. your drink was nearly gone.

"are you leaving college with any regrets?" you asked suddenly, hugging your knees to your chest.

ellie looked at you for a moment, as if she were studying you. she had the faintest frown tugging down the corners of her lips. her cheeks were pink. maybe from the alcohol, or the heat from the fire, or the cold wind.

maybe all three.

ellie opened her mouth and then quickly closed it again, tearing her eyes away from you.

"probably," she said finally, taking a swig of beer.

"like what?" you pressed instantly, causing ellie to shake her head.

"it's not your turn anymore," ellie dismissed. "are you leaving college with any regrets?"

"of course," you answered simply. there were a million things that you could be referring to, but the only thing that you knew would always weigh on your mind was being in love with your best friend and not doing anything about it.

"like what?" ellie leaned in closer, as if you were going to reveal a secret.

"hey," you disapproved, but didn't truly mind. "i don't know, el. there's like, so much." you heaved a sigh, stretching your legs out before bending them in front of you, crossing one over the other.

"i love how specific you are," ellie stated, and you groaned into your hands.

you took a small sip before setting your cup on the ground next to you. "i don't know. maybe... i didn't really date, you know? i feel like everyone has these super funny hook up stories and i just.. i don't know."

"oh," ellie replied simply, twisting her fingers in her lap.

"i'm wording it wrong," you rushed, eyes scanning ellie's features. she laughed lightly, giving you grace.

"i guess i just held onto a crush for a long time," you finally admitted, bracing for impact. your fingers found plastic and you pulled it up to your lips, eyes shut while you waited for a response.

"you never told me this," ellie murmured simply, though it was nearly lost in the music.

"it's embarrassing." you spared her a sideways glance, and were caught off guard by the expression forming on her face.

it didn't look like she was going to tell a joke, or tease you about something stupid. ellie's eyes softened and she frowned, her eyebrows pinching together as she stared at her lap.

"that's fair. i get what you mean, anyway," ellie finally answered.

your heart twinged. you didn't really want to think about ellie liking anyone. the pit in your stomach finally wasn't from nostalgia, but jealousy.

"oh," was all that you could manage to say.

you both stayed silent, listening to the music that poured outside.

"i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," you finally baited, curiosity getting the best of you.

"you're crazy," ellie said with a dry laugh, tipping the bottle back once more.

"why is that crazy? you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me everything," you explained, trying not to be offended.

"not everything," ellie disagreed, with a tsk of her tongue.

you frowned. "come on. we're days away from not seeing each other again."

"don't say that," ellie warned. "i don't plan on like, ghosting you or whatever. so unless you do, don't say that."

"just tell me," you pleaded, scooting just the tiniest bit closer.

ellie finally met your gaze again and sucked in a breath, staring at you as if she were thinking something over. she looked unreal in the fire's glow.

jesus, even just now you could cry.

"you're being weird," you stated to deflect from your emotions. "it's not that big of a deal."

"i don't wanna fuck anything up," ellie stressed, causing a look of confusion to cross your face.

"how would that.. oh, my god! is it someone we know?" you asked, curiosity and jealousy and sadness tugging at your body and sending chills down your arms.

ellie stared blankly at you, watching you work through your never ending assumptions.

"alison? does it hurt to see her engaged?" you joked.

"you're really annoying," ellie deadpanned.

"is it... shit, ellie. is it dina?"

ellie coughed, eyes widening. "jesus, no! don't be stupid."

you sighed in defeat, tracing a finger around the rim of your cup. "i don't know anyone else that we know that you would like."

"i didn't say that we knew them."

"but you didn't deny it."

"go back inside," ellie told you flatly.

"rude," you scoffed. ellie held a straight face until she could tell by your face that you were still mentally making a list of suspects. a chuckle begrudgingly escaped her.

"i'm gonna miss you, you know," ellie said suddenly. it made your stomach drop, the casual yet earnestness of her tone.

tears threatened to spill over in your eyes again, and you didn't care about being laughed at for crying in the bar. you spared a glance at ellie, and she was looking at you again, trying to gage a reaction.

"fuck, ellie. i can't do this. seriously. maybe i can convince my professors to fail me and fail you and we'll be stuck here together again."

"it won't be that bad. you'll be alright," ellie said, firm yet soft.

"what's next, then?" you questioned, meeting ellie's eyes. you chewed on your bottom lip. you would not let a tear fall.

"well," ellie visibly hesitated, her eyes darting over your own. "we'll all move home but we'll still be frien-"

"best friends," you interjected.

"-best friends," ellie clarified. "you'll visit for the summer and then you'll go home and start a job and you'll be okay. we'll text but you'll still call me every single time you have a joke or story to tell me because i know, you can't waste something on a text without hearing my-"

"actual reactions," you finished with a whisper. ellie nodded.

"right," she continued. "inevitably jesse and dina will get married and we'll see each other at the wedding-"

"could you be my wedding date?"

"sure. and we'll all be best friends, just like always. we'll probably get a little too drunk at the wedding and since we always joke about it, we'll end up actually making out and-"

"ellie williams!" you exclaimed while hitting her arm, your face hot.

"my bad," ellie said, twisting her lips to hide a smile.

"you're not funny," you huffed, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

"i'm sorry," ellie apologized with a laugh. you nibbled at your bottom lip, transported back into thought.

"why won't you tell me about your crush?" you asked.

ellie sighed. "i already told you. don't wanna ruin anything."

you opened your mouth to speak, but you could've sworn the music got even louder.

"don't forget me?" you nearly pleaded, finding ellie's eyes.

"never," ellie reassured you, looking the most serious you had seen her all night. you felt the urge to shrink under her gaze, but you managed to hold your own.

"promise? i mean, what if once we're apart you just-"

"i wouldn't." ellie finished the rest of her beer, the glass clanking against the ground as she set it on the cobblestone.

"how can you be sure?" you were fighting for reassurance. too worried, too sentimental.

ellie stared at you for a long moment, completely silent. there was a small crease on her forehead as she watched you. she hesitated, like she was debating on something.

slowly, gently, ellie's hand was placed on your cheek. you didn't have even a second to process the action before ellie was gently pulling you forward, pressing her lips against your own.

it was sweet. careful. you felt ellie resist a laugh, probably due to the flavors of vodka and cranberry emitting from your mouth. you melted into the kiss and into her palm, the warmth of her skin pressing into your cheek.

after a few seconds, you pulled apart.

you didn't realize how tightly your eyes were screwed shut until you went to open them. you blinked, silence settling as the music comically blared around you.

"don't do that if you don't mean it," you choked out, even though the action was already done.

ellie blinked. she scanned your face once more before pulling you back in, attaching her lips to your own.

for once, you didn't overthink it. you just let it be. it felt right, like you should've been kissing ellie all along.

once you were separated, you smiled sadly. "me too," you muttered, only being able to think about how much time you wasted not being with ellie, because you were scared.

"well, shit," ellie mumbled, maybe the weight of the situation finally registered within her. "we graduate in three days."

"please shut up," you insisted with a groan.

"fuck, im sorry. look, do you wanna just be friends? i'm sure you'll move on and-"

"i don't wanna move on." you shook your head. "ellie, it's genuinely been years. i couldn't."

"me neither."

"then... what the fuck?" you asked, exasperated and giddy and devastated. your heart pounded.

"did you know that joel already thought that we were dating?" ellie quipped suddenly.

you laughed, a sound of surprise escaping you. "i'm sorry, what?"

ellie nodded, wincing at the painfully awkward memory. "when you visited during winter break. because you came a couple days before jesse and dina, maybe. he kept making these subtle little jokes like, dude, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"holy shit, is that why he cooked that huge dinner the first night?" you giggled, puzzle pieces rapidly forming together in your mind.

ellie blew out air from pursed lips, her silence answering your question. you laughed loud and hard until your sides hurt, ellie joining in once the embarrassment left her face.

you laughed as you clumsily pressed your lips together once more, the kiss teetered with giggles and smiles.

"oh god," you sighed, overcome with emotion. your cheeks burned and the bar was finally, finally playing a song that you actually liked.

you knew that you had to rejoin dina and jesse, and that the night would end eventually.

though now maybe you did have something to look forward to, a change that you would gladly welcome with opened arms.

"still best friends, right?" you asked, leaning close to ellie's ear and damn near shouting once you were back inside.

"obviously," ellie replied, squeezing your hand in her own.

[dearharriet]

Congrats on 150!! For your celebration I was thinking Bad idea right? Is soooooo Sirius black.

you are sooo right, my love, that’s exactly who i had in mind haha. thank u sm for the request! (wc: 765) (cw: pg-13 smut)

There’s nothing hotter than a secret meetup, which makes your circumstances all the more unfortunate. It’s hard to hear anything above the thumping bass of the club, but the crackling phone line meets your ear like a challenge. Sirius is on the other end, working like a dog to persuade you to meet him, and you can’t hold out much longer.

“Darling,” he begs, tugging at your heart with his old nickname. “I miss you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have dumped me, then.”

He sucks a breath in like you’ve actually wounded him. Feeling the conversation run long, you glance around the corner to make sure your friends are still where you left them, dancing obliviously.

“I know it, love. Only a raging idiot would let you go. I’m a jealous prick, and I don’t deserve you.”

He’s really groveling, you think, lips curling into a smirk. You could probably say anything now and he’d agree with you.

“For once, I think you’re right. You don’t deserve me. If anything, I should go home with one of the guys here,” you breathe, your voice pitching down. “Let him have his way with me, and then send you a scanty photo to cry about.”

Sirius’ breath catches. “You’d have every right.”

The pit in your stomach grows, and you know some stranger would never satiate it. Sirius is wrapped around your finger, and you’re so tempted to take him up on his offer.

“But,” continues Sirius when you leave the line dead, “you know they’d never make you feel the way I can.”

That’s the final straw.

“Send me your address,” you murmur hurriedly, already assembling a plan to escape your friends. Sirius halts it in its tracks.

“Stay there, I’ll come get you,” he says instead, his voice husky and dark. I’m so in for it, you think.

Twenty minutes later, Sirius finds you loitering a block away from the club, mace in hand. He leans across the center console to open his passenger door, and you poke your head in.

“Hey,” you breathe.

Sirius jerks his head up as a means of greeting.

“Get in.”

You do as he says, sliding into the familiar seat beside him. It’s been months since you’ve seen him, but he looks exactly the same; still the hottest man you’ve ever met.

Sirius is watching you, too, taking in your skimpy top and short skirt with hungry eyes. If you had any doubts about the chemistry still standing between you two, they’re immediately banished.

“C’mere,” Sirius grunts, patting his lap. You can’t get there fast enough.

He feels so good under you, familiar and warm. His hands don’t hesitate the way that strangers’ do, they just grip the meat of your thighs with abandon. Similarly, you don’t hesitate to plant your mouth on his, weaving into the song and dance you two have performed a thousand times.

“I meant what I said, doll,” Sirius groans as you pull back to attend to his spotless throat. “I really have missed you.”

“You have me on your lap, Sirius, you don’t have to convince me anymore.”

He chuckles at that, grabbing meanly at your ass.

“You always were too sharp for me.”

Pulling away from his bobbing throat, you scoot yourself closer to his pelvis, finding him hot and ready beneath you. You don’t feel sharp. If anything, you’re more convinced you’re not thinking at all.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, and that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. Lust is fine, but everything else has to stay off the table.

“Sirius.” You suck harshly at a spot under his jaw and he hums, in pleasure and in question. “Shut up,” you say, and then cover his mouth with yours again, tugging at his silky hair. He smiles into your mouth and you lick behind those wicked teeth, knowing them as well as your own.

“Take your pants off,” you suddenly demand, and Sirius looks at you like you’re crazy. “What?”

“We’re not having car sex on a well-lit street, babe.”

You frown. “It sure seems like we are.”

Sirius laughs, a touch hysterical. “Uh-uh. No way.” His hands come up to untangle yours from his hair. “My place or yours?”

With a huff, you pull yourself off of him, dizzy and warm with desire. Without a word, you buckle yourself in, silently relenting to his terms. As he sets a big hand on your flushed thigh, you glance over at him, and you know you’ve made a terrible mistake. Still, you’re not about to turn back now.

“Your place,” you say, “baby.”

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thank u for reading! <3

masterlist

join the celebration!

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

masterlist

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

uh

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

[ingravinoveritas]

So what ur thoughts on the bafias nominations David been nomination for best comedy actor while Michael hasn't been nominated for anything and the fan on twitter can't understand why now I personally think after Al aggressive behaviour on a post when they got his name wrong on his favourite radio station and how her stories on ig recently just werid behaviour do u think Al may had sabotaged his chances of getting a nomination for anything

What ur thoughts

Hi there! So I am once again on the road and attending a conference in Las Vegas that just wrapped up, and now I finally have a chance to comment on today's exciting news.

I'm sure everyone has seen by now, but congrats to our lovely David on his first (main) BAFTA nom for Male Performance in a Comedy!

It seems almost surreal that David has never been nominated for a (main) BAFTA before now, and given the breadth of his other recent TV performances (Des, Litvinenko) nominating him for Good Omens season 2 is certainly a choice...especially in the absence of a nomination for Michael. Looking at the list of nominations, it appears that Best Interests was nominated for Limited Drama, as was Sharon Horgan for Leading Actress...but no nomination for Michael for Leading Actor, either. So very quickly, this starts to look like a visible and intentional snub.

In terms of why Michael would be snubbed, I think there are a few possible reasons, but none of them have anything to do with AL. Readers of my blog know that I am never hesitant to call Anna out when it is merited, but in all likelihood the BAFTA nominations were decided long before now, and in my opinion she would not have any influence on whether Michael is nominated regardless of when her social media posts were made. So it does not make sense to place blame on her in this instance.

My feeling is that the reasons for Michael's lack of a nomination (and really, David's nomination specifically for GO) are likely twofold. One is that I'm guessing Amazon/whoever submitted David for consideration didn't want to pit Michael and David against each other. If they were both competing in the same category, it could split the votes, so only nominating one of them seems the best way of avoiding that. The second reason (again, in my opinion) seems to be political.

I was surprised to recently learn that Prince William is the president of BAFTA--British followers, help me out here, because this is very, very weird to a confused American--and as we know, Michael has spoken out on a number of hot button issues over the last few months: Opening a conversation about Welsh independence. The question of the devolution of the crown estate to Wales. And of course, abolishing the title of Prince of Wales. Not to mention all of the backlash incurred by the release of The Way, which was roundly savaged in the press and accused of promoting anti-English sentiments.

Granted, there have been politically active nominees and winners at the BAFTAs in the past, but it really feels like the combination of all these things is somehow working against Michael. Let's also not forget this epic picture from the BAFTA film awards last month, with Michael giving Wills the side-eyest of Welsh side-eyes:

All this said, it is difficult (if not impossible) to think of Michael and David's performances in GO as separate things, because they are so inextricably intertwined. The reason that we got David's incredible performance as Crowley is because Michael was there as Aziraphale, and vice-versa. I think David and Michael themselves would be the first ones to say it, as well as to be in awe and so supportive of each other's acting. The response of fans to this nomination news--saying Michael is a better actor, Michael deserved to be nominated instead, etc.--is so perplexing to me, because I think he was probably the first one in line to congratulate David, and would chew out anybody who put down David's acting for any reason.

I also think that if the lack of a nomination is due to the above-mentioned political reasons, then Michael is probably wearing it like a fucking badge of honor. I think he is also happier for David than anyone else on the planet right now (because that's his boyfriend, damn it), and I truly hope the stars align and give us Michael presenting David with an award again like at the NTAs in 2021. (Michael subsequently carrying David off the stage bridal style would be the cherry on top of the already extremely homoerotic cake.)

I also feel that there is no question David is as taken aback by his nomination/Michael's lack of a nomination for GO as much as the rest of us are. While I have no idea what David's chances of winning truly are, I think he would wholeheartedly and enthusiastically share that award with Michael. And I think he will share that night with Michael no matter what, regardless of what happens on the broadcast.

So many possibilities come to mind, really. I can imagine David and Michael re-enacting Every (without the heartbreaking bits, of course) on stage. I've seen people making references to the infamous Slow Show fic/how it parallels to real life, and while I've only read part of it (haven't gotten to finish), the thought of any kiss between Michael and David is beyond gorgeous to contemplate. Not for the sake of "content" or as a joke, of course (because I don't think they would be willing to kiss as a joke, because if they were, they would've done it by now), but because we would see a facet to Michael and David's relationship that's always been there in private become public. And it would be their choice to share it with us.

Those are my reactions to the BAFTAs announcement today. I'd love to hear from my followers as well with your thoughts and comments. Thanks for writing in! x

[corvase]

uh oh time to meet the parents prompts

i love this request so much! please feel free to use :)

“what are the chances that you’d let me not meet them, then tell them i died or something and we can run away together and—” “breathe.”

“mom, this is [name].” “……… you’re joking, right?”

“mom… what would you do if i said i was getting married?” and a response like “omg!!!!! to that guy you were dating before??? when is it???? what’s the color theme????? WAIT DONT MOVE IM FLYING OVER”

^and a contrasting “dad… i’m getting married” and a response like “oh ok congrats”

introducing them in that awkward stage where they’ve been dating for like a couple months and they’re eating dinner tgt and the parents are just humiliating them

“whether you like them or not, i love them. you can respect that or you can uninvite yourself from the wedding.”

“thank you for loving my daughter. you were one of us from the moment you started taking care of her.”

they hit it off so very well that the parents are like F my child can i adopt u instead

^afterwards like “so what did you think of them?” and the parent(s) are like “i think i like them more than you.”

“i’m gonna be honest my love. watching you guys together made me glad because i know you have someone when your dad and i leave this earth.”

“give her a chance.”

if the parents don’t like the love interest: have scenes displaying how it feels for the love interest to have to see their partner scramble to convince their parents to like their partner. that cannot in any way shape or form go untalked about as the live interest probably feels humiliated, inferior, etc… also consider why the parents would dislike the love interest

“i don’t like him.” “good thing i’m the one dating him then, right?”

a lot of people don’t have parents/good relationships w their parents so what if they broke the news to their friends :)

one of your characters doesn’t have parents to break the news to but their partner’s parents take them in as their own

“i need them to love me. because you love me, and you love them, and if they don’t love me i don’t know what i’ll do.”

“i want them to love you.”

“i need you guys to love him because i love him.”

“i finally realized that i don’t need your permission as much as i thought i did.”

[anzynai]

HELLO JAI AND CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!! You deserve every single one if them, and I'm glad to be one of them! May I please request Lee!Azul and Ler!Jamil? I wuv them so much (dw, when I continue playing expect me to spam our dm's HUEHEHEHE)

NATALIE THANK U FOR THE ASK!! ur literally feeding my azujami heart so i am very grateful. I THINK THEY ARENT TOO OOC. maybe jamil is a bit off, but shhhhh… ANYWAYS LOVE YA and hope u enjoy (to whoever is reading)!!

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“h-huh?!” azul screeched, feeling nimble fingers skittering up his sides. whipping his head around, he was expected to see floyd, it even jade. but it was none other than jamil viper.

jamil? the very person who rarely ever wants anything to do with him jamil? instead, jamil had approached him first, wearing a very devious and amused smirk on his lips.

“guess floyd wasn’t lying,” jamil said, chuckling.

“what on twisted wonderland are you talking about?” azul muttered, reaching a hand to hide his blush. out of shock, he couldn’t even attempt to resist the heat on his face.

“he told me you were ticklish,” that floyd! azul thought, cursing floyd in his mind. oh, the cleaning he’s gonna make him do when he gets back to the lounge..! “and that it was adorable~” jamil slurred, teasingly.

“what nonsense is he spouting now?” azul coughed, looking at the ceiling. anywhere besides jamil’s eyes.

“i don’t know. i gotta say, hearing you laugh.. genuinely, is much more preferable when you walk around spreading your shady business..” jamil rolled his eyes.

“it is not sha-HAHAHA w-waHAHAIT!” jamil had begun to tickle azul again and azul could only pray that no one could see him now, in the fairly empty courtyard.

“much more preferable,” jamil nodded to himself after a few seconds of him scribbling his fingers along the other’s sides, ribs, and even his tummy. azul was shocked that jamil would even tickle him in the first place and if he had to admit, he didn’t mind it so much, even if it was embarrassing.

after all, it had to mean that jamil wasn’t as against being his friend as he claimed, right? unless this was just a ploy to get his guard down and stab him in the— wait, no he was probably just overthinking it. eitherway, he didn’t have time to think about it much when jamil’s tickle attack became more aggressive, yet not painful.

“j-jahahamil, cease thihihis n-nonsense!” azul cried and jamil only laughed.

“if i had known it was this easy to reduce you to such a mess, i would have done this much sooner.”

“behehehe q-quiet!” azul cried, when jamil’s finger hit a particular sensitive spot on his tummy, in between his abs. his face burned harder when he let out an absolutely humilating squeal.

“careful now, azul, is that really something you should be saying while you’re at my mercy?” jamil whispered, with a smug gleam in his eyes. oh no. what had azul gotten himself into?

[seelestia]

who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨

OOOO FUNFUNFUN!!! thank u so much for sending this in and for essentially spreading positivity, nonnie. this is appreciated ♡ also, instead of strictly moots, i decided to extend my appreciation to everyone! moots, anons, friends and readers alike ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

some odeliaesqué sappy appreciation under the cut:

@yvnaology - one of my fav facts abt yona was that she's one of the first moots i ever had on tumblr!!! and she's a lyney kisser and a fellow aventurine kisser (#taste). also she's so silly (/aff) and easy to talk to! like u'll feel at ease around her. she deserves good great and awesome things in life, so make sure to water ur yona daily with love <3

@solarisfortuneia - mika wished me congrats when i reached 1k and i still remember it till this day <3 she's friendly in a shy/modest way and suchsuchsuch a good writer! e.g. i cry over this every day actually. mika also has her silly moments sometimes too. someone save her /j

@floraldresvi - simply the sweetest & most supportive moot EVER! vivi is full of love and she's good at giving some of that love to others <3 her selfships are like bottles of serotonin to me. 100% would drop anything and everything in my hands to support her!!! and ik she'd do the same for me <3 mwah mwah 💐💐

@monicahar - the moot who comes online once in a while and drops absolute meals when she does. ate, left no crumbs 🔥🔥 also SUPER FUNNY!!! and unhinged, i'm concerned but amused at the same time. i hope she's having a nice break!! thank u for ur past & future services ma'am. we love u 🤭🤭

@milk-violet - MIREI !!! sunshine personified but also vv precious. i'm the leader of # protecc mirei squad (real). best person to have ever appeared in my notifs and i lovelovelove when her username pops up. take care & good luck with school! IK U CAN DO IT. remember what i said: slay before ur slayed 🗣️

@xianyoon - the butterfly moot 🦋 !!! both socially and aesthetically hehe. sosooso sweet & kind. has creative projects and executes them well at that too. i personally crown her as genshinblr's best hostess™! also, send her a moodboard and she'll cherish u forever - that's one of her love languages <3 ++ her pretty & aesthetic rb's are such a good refresh for my dash. love her for it!!

@hermosacolibri - the name, 'starlight' fits them sm bcs i feel like if we were to take a peek into their mind, stars will burst out!!! /pos (<- unique complimenting skills ik pardon me). their ideas are brilliant and i can tell they put their all into pursuing their vision <3 it's truly an honor to be a witness & reader. if u want to check them out, they write over at @/starlightlacrimosazpsff !!! ★

@wolfhookk - aaaaa ri !!!! booping her x1000 rn bcs i cannot believe boop trend ended when she came online. the discrimination 😔 /j i'll always remember ri as my first ever moot on here like first, 1st, #1!!! i forever thank her for swooping into my inbox back then and she's welcome to do that even now any time she likes <3

@kaiserkisser - skylia is the true angst consumer, the realest of it!! even in different fandoms LOL. she's nice (and gremlin-ish) when u get to know her more and she reciprocates energy really well! i'll never forget the disaster of boops in my notifs /lh

@callilouv - COOL MUTUAL ALERT !!!! cool art & cool interests. truly, picasso w/ the finger and fandoms!! idk if cal still draws with his finger dhjahshsj but still vv mega cool!

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - the grandpas & old men kisser where art thou 💔 /j loqua has that awkward & silly rizz!!! idk if she still does wax stamps but i still think it's really cool. bcs qua's just cool in general !!! hehe

@calxlu - aaaaa vi!!! the one who enables my rambles and selfships shhshsh i am so thankful <3 rambler 🤝 rambler is the best. i love talking to her and it's super reassuring to know that it's mutual! even if i take some time but i always look forward to seeing her replies in my inbox. it's like we're penpals across the screen talking abt irl stuff and our f/o's ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

& honorable mention: @/zhongrin. rin does not interact with minors anymore (which i respect and so should everyone!), so we count as former moots. but !!! i still think she's an amazing person regardless <3 (note: her blog is equally as great but plsplspls be mindful of her rules beforehand.)

brainrot anon - A REAL ONE!!! always there when i come back from the grave each time. i get reminded of them whenever i look at my inbox, it's an instinct atp. their brainrots are so fun & random (but that's a charm in itself /pos) !!! tbh i love elaborating them all so never stop sending the brainworms in <3 feel free to treat my inbox as a drop-off for ur thoughts LMAO /gen. come by again soon!

michiki anon - MY COUSINNNMNMN!!! i still love and miss when they'd come into my inbox to chat. it was so nice getting to know someone in a casual way <3 i hope ur doing well wherever u are, michikinon! i'm doing well these days and i hope u are too 🤍

rix anon - their series still has me FLOOOORED. i still think it deserves a proper platform than just thru my lil ol inbox. it deserves more recognition :( but just the fact that i got to help share their writing alone is an honor of its own!!! i hope ur doing well too, rix anon <3

++ everyone who has left a nice feedback / said anything nice in my notifs or my inbox!! even a simple 'cute' or 'this is good' or even just leaving a note means sososo much to me. i'm just a measly guy in my own little corner on this site, really - so thank u thank u thank u all !!! 🫂

[eriexplosion]

FINISHING OUT SEASON ONE WITH KAMINO LOST, TIME TO CRY.

Lugging Crosshair around Kamino like a sack of sad potatoes. The way he gets to wake up pinned underneath a fucking steel beam like fucking congrats you tried to kill yourself one way so how do you feel about this significantly worse impending doom?

The voice work on the clone reporting that Kamino is destroyed is fantastic, that poor fucking clone.

GREETINGS CT-9904! YOU SURVIVED THE AERIAL BOMBARDMENT BUT ARE NOW MOMENTS AWAY FROM DROWNING!

Azi is so fucking funny like it's obviously terrible to experience this but imagine doing it with this chipper robot narrating your oncoming demise for you

I have a headcanon that Crosshair has a fear of drowning, because his reactions to possible death elsewhere are nothing like here where he sees the water and starts Immediately trying to actually survive.

Getting Hunter to shoot him? Fine, he'll take that. But do NOT let this fucking planet drown him after all this time.

"WHAT have you DONE" Crosshair do you really think this is THEIR FAULT? You knew the Empire was going to bomb the place!

IF YOU WANT TO STAY HERE AND DIE THAT'S YOUR CALL sometimes you need to lay it out clearly for someone that is intent on throwing a giant tantrum.

The entire tower of pods being submerged fucks me up so much

God but if there's one thing they're good at doing it's animating absolutely devastating destruction in intense detail.

Never noticed before that Echo nearly falls and has to grab onto Crosshair because everything was always moving SO FAST.

Crosshair genuinely standing there looking like he's thinking about just staying there and dying but thinking better of it when he realizes dying here means drowning specifically.

ENDING UP BACK IN THE BARRACKS.

Literally they are safe for like 3 minutes tops and Crosshair plans to spend all of them complaining.

We made a choice, and so did you. Goddddd the betrayal and hurt layered in there. Just. A lot changed when Crosshair said that the chip was out and didn't bother to clarify when. And no one here knows the chip was enhanced to be even stronger. (Except maybe AZI?) Just Crosshair really feels like he admitted he totally tried to kill them under his own power.

"We need to go back" BACK TO W H E R E CROSSHAIR?

Tech's assessment that basically diagnoses Crosshair as Insanely and Incredibly Stubborn. I dub thee an unbearable bitch, but I understand you.

THIS OUTCOME IS SATISFACTORY! while they all look utterly traumatized by the experience.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET A KID CALL THE SHOTS Crosshair I swear to god. Your plan was to stand there and die so like, I think u need to ease up a bit.

Literally might be dead in a few hours but he WILL dedicate those last few hours entirely to registering numerous complaints and insulting a 12 year old. I love him.

"THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM HUNTER, YOU TAKE THINGS TOO PERSONALLY." This is single handedly the funniest line in the show no intentional humor can beat Crosshair accusing other people of taking things too personally like he doesn't take every single action utterly personally to a pathological degree.

Omega trying very very hard to bond with Crosshair who is blocking her attempts to know him with the skill of an elite goalie.

You know my headcanon is still that AZI took Crosshair's chip out to save his life and that's why Crosshair was the one to say that the droid could do it. Nothing has actively shut this down either and with AZI possibly being the only one to know Crosshair's chip was enhanced I would LOVE for this to come back up.

I understand why Omega has to be in her own tube for plot related reasons but it is SO fucking funny that Echo and Tech are doubled up and SO ARE HUNTER AND CROSSHAIR instead of Hunter being in Omega's tube.

Our Get Along Tube

The sequence of AZI guiding the tubes is actually legit beautiful the GRACE of juggling all of them and the light of AZI's eyes in the dark

Genuinely the way they used AZI at the end of season 2 does not make up for how genuinely devastating AZI falling into the depths i- wait a fucking moment. Why is this so reminiscent of Tech's slow mo fall into the clouds?

Omega watching someone she loves slowly fall away from her. Will she try to save Tech in some way and need to get rescued herself? Hm. Much to think about.

I feel like people do overstate the moment of everyone aiming guns at Crosshair because like it is definitely mentally traumatic to Crosshair but they absolutely had their stun on. Sometimes I see people act like they were going to kill him lol.

Everyone looking at the ruins of Tipoca City because no matter how they felt about it, it was the only home they ever had. Seeing it just utterly in ruins like that, my HEART.

God they tried to give Crosshair a chance to come with them and he's just not READY YET. Well he'll have a lot of time to think about it here on Kamino. Lots of time.

Ughhhhh this is such a heartbreaking ending I need season 3 to end on a high note because this is SO DEPRESSING.

I understand why they wanted to put the Mt Tantiss hook in at the end but godddd does it throw off the pacing, Crosshair watching them fly away is like the perfect final shot.

[tonberry-yoda]

I think im asking too many questions atp idek if uve already answered this one so IM SORRY IF IM BOTHERING but whos ur fav music artist???

Also i know ive requested him before but im unoriginal and inlove so

Can i request

Gyro angst

I feel like being sad rn

AGAIN CONGRATS ON 600 U FR DESERVE THEM ALL🫶🏻🤭

Imma be here when u hit 10k fr

I talk too much OKAY BYE HAVE A NICE DAY!

You're not asking too many questions, omg. i think it's lovely that you wanna ask me stuff <333 currently, my favorite music artist (because i listen to A LOT OF MUSIC) is Gorillaz. I've listened to them since I was a kid and love them so so much <33

also, not unoriginal, i never get Gyro requests and I am so down bad for this cowboy, so thank you for requesting him because AWOOOOGA

it's not super angsty or anything, but I quite like it :)

Stuck - Gyro Zeppeli

pairing - Gyro x reader

warnings - slight angst, nothing crazy tho

word count - 615

You screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to claw yourself out of the earth. How the hell were you supposed to know that there was quicksand in America? And why the hell were they making racers take their horses through it?! Your horse had run off to god knows where and you were stranded. You were going to die here.

Prior, you made the stupid mistake of screaming at Gyro for being an idiot, and he left you in the dust unapologetically. You couldn't blame him though. If your horse didn't have a scratch on her leg, you would've gladly left him in the dust too, but instead you were left behind. And now it felt like the last breaths you were going to take.

For some reason, your brain couldn't stop feeling bad for yelling at Gyro, for being such an asshole to him since the race started. Maybe if you didn't cause all of the situations, karma wouldn't be here to bite you in the ass.

You really couldn't help but cry, watching the sky get further and further from you. God, this was awful. Wet, hot tears ran down your face as the cold mud grabbed your collarbones. You knew you shouldn't have signed up for this godforsaken race.

You took a breath and decided: screw Gyro Zeppeli. He just left you here like he knew it was going to happen. Like he wanted you to die in the middle of the-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as you felt a hand grab yours. You were pulled out of the mud and into the arms of… dammit.

“Gyro?!” You pushed him away and almost fell back into the mud, but he grabbed your hand to prevent that from happening.

“Are you hurt?” His voice sounded genuine, like he really cared about you.

“N-No. I'm fine.” You shuffled in your spot before Gyro ran with you, avoiding anything that could be quicksand.

“Dammit, y/n, I can't believe you!”

“I-”

“I don't wanna hear it! You get all pissed at me and I leave you just to find out you almost got killed, you dumbass! Thank god your horse showed up to our campsite or else you would probably be dead because I wouldn't have found out!”

You stood and allowed yourself to get yelled at by Gyro. You did deserve it. You were being the asshole, so the least you could give him was your time. So you swallowed back your pride and listened.

“I'm just, ugh!” Gyro threw his hands in the air and then wrapped his arms around you. “I'm just glad you’re okay.” His voice was soft against your ear, and his hair tickled your arm.

“Sorry Gyro.”

He pulled back and looked you up and down. “It's okay… just… don't do it again.” He grabbed your hand and went to walk off again, but he felt the force of you standing still and stopped, turning to you. “What’s the matter?”

“I'm really sorry Gyro.”

“You already said that, y/n. It's okay real-”

“No. About earlier. I'm sorry Gyro.”

Gyro looked at you with concerned eyebrows and jumped when you threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He pulled you in close by the waist and smiled. “I'm sorry too.” You kept your muddy, dirty clothes covered body pressed to his warm one, letting him pick pieces of trees and rocks off of your shirt. “Now what do you say we get back to the campsite and get you cleaned up?”

You nodded and placed a little kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand and letting him guide you.

[peskyfirefly]

*runs and trips over nothing to get to your inbox quickly* mishmish !!!!! congrats on reaching 500 followers !! 500 people who love mishmish whoaaaa how cool!! so happy for you omg

also !! i would like to request some lovely mishmish colorings please 🙏

my first thought was to request tsukki bc he's our boi, but i feeeel like someone else might request for him lol so instead i'm gonna request for sugawara !! i just love him and he's so pretty and i know he'd look even prettier with your coloring!!

for the second one, since you said it's okay to request for a fandom you aren't in, how about inuyasha (from inuyasha lol)? he's just so cute and i love him sm 😭

i can't wait to see all of the colorings you make because they're all so so pretty!! congrats again on reaching 500 followers! 💕💕💕💕

*picks u up and gives u haikyuu band aids and offers to kiss it better*

LYYNNNNN my sweetest angel thank u so much u are too kind 😭😭 aaa thank u for the compliments 💙🥺 it rlly means so much to me and ur tags on my colorings always warm my heart !!!

no one requested tsukki ): but i love working on any hq character bc they are all so neat<33 and ur right suga is so prettyyyyy i love him so much can we share having him in our pockets pls ??? i think he would jump out and support us like our own personal little cheerleader

i have to admit i dont know much about inuyasha o: what do u love about him?

also ur colorings have been posted here and here !!

[disneyprincemuke]

DUDE CONGRATS ON 3K THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT BABEY pookies doing so good 🫶

Anyways I wanna do the brainrot but like not for you to do it but more I just wanna talk about the mermaid landoscar brainrot I’ve had to where one of the first things I said to you was a whole 30 minute essay on the world building and au I had in my head instead of replying to you like a simple person does. I was legit in @formulafics dms being like I am scaring the hoes then proceeded to show you my 2k essay on Las Vegas gp and why I hated it and then my essay on why I think yuki win next year is very likely. So glad I didn’t scare you away with all that because I’m so glad I worked up the courage to talk to you and now we worry about why the other is awake at the worst of times 🫶😽

Long tangent just to say I love this au in my head and the tiktok you sent is literally lando trying to seduce Oscar in the au. I need everyone to know about the mermaid au agenda like it’s the last thing on earth 🙏 LANDO being the sit still look pretty shining his scales and Oscar being just some guy trying to eat lunch with his mermaid friend who might kill him but also brings him food because he doesn’t want another dead bird incident (lando thinks Oscar is providing food for them to show he’s interested in courting him) (dead bird incident refers to lando trying to give Oscar a dead bird from his kills to show he wants to court Oscar because Oscar didn’t give attention to his scales even tho he spent hours making them sparkle in the morning sun) the head canons I have for this au there’s so much I just need everyone to know about it

Ps you’re doing amazing keep it up 🫂💜

hi rena it took me forever to answer this for one reason: there's a lot to unpack here

first of all, i'd like to address the mermaid au that's landoscar u guys, like honestly it's kinda cracked and funny so i THINK someone should write it because i'm already fighting for my life with 23434589 updates i haven't gotten around to because i simply refuse to get proper sleep... and also, the tiktok is funny so watch it and remember that lando is the siren and oscar is the human in this au ok? it's very funny guys please brain rot with rena and MAYBE we can get somebODY TO FINALLY WRITE IT

also, her 2k essay on the vegas race is very interesting and if i actually know my stuff better, i would haVE BEEN ABLE TO GIVE A PROPER REPONSE INSTEAD OF ANSWERING DRYLY LIKE A LOSER

i love u &lt;3

[blossom-hwa]

what if i want u to strangle me and bring me back to life to kiss me on the fucking mouth huh lina have u ever thought of that 😤😤 anyways i know nothing about little women but u know what im just gonna request choi san as choi do-il tyvm AND CONGRATS ON THE LATE 5 YEAR ANNIVERSARY - your one and only baker anon <3

hey so um you're dead to me :) so very dead to me :) how fucking dare you request this I'm going to go INSANE

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is one scene of a longer fic that I’m trying to write for little women specifically - not an idol x reader story, but choi do-il x oh in-joo. for the purposes of this version, of course, it’s idol x reader though!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: A Small Storm (Excerpt)

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: n/a

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"You're a small storm, Ms. Oh. No matter where you go, you change the flow of the air, although you don’t seem to notice it." - Little Women

. . . . .

Tropical Storm. That's what San had your name saved as in his phone before.

That’s what he saves it as again when he gets his new phone.

The old one had been damaged. Screen cracked, back cracked - if he wasn’t careful, bits of glass would sometimes try to pierce his skin. When he reached Greece, the first thing he’d done was pull out the SIM card, snap it in half, and toss it in a dump. The phone he kept. Sentimental purposes, or something.

He’d memorized your number. It was a given in case they were ever separated, in case his phone was out of commission and he needed a new one. When he gets his new iPhone, creamy white in contrast to the previous sleek black, he types the number into his contacts and presses save with a trembling thumb.

He hovers over the call button for a while, one minute turning to five, then seven, then ten. In the end, he turns off the phone and puts it away. 

Choi San is not a coward. He worked with the Russian mafia. He worked with Park Jae-sang and his insane wife. He’s laundered money, murdered people, gotten himself in and out of terrifying situations without so much as blinking an eye, and he’s made it out alive and in one piece. 

Still, as he closes the drawer with the phone inside, it’s hard not to hear the voice in the back of his head screaming coward. 

. . .

He takes the phone out the next day. There are no new notifications, at least not important ones, and San has to fight down a twinge of disappointment. But disappointment at what? It’s not like he told anyone he’d gotten a new phone. He didn’t even tell anyone when he’d get one - all he’d said to you was a vague eventually. It’s not like he told anyone he was keeping the same number, either. 

Still, though. It hurts. Even though he was the coward who didn’t press the call button in the first place. 

Then the phone starts ringing. 

He jumps. Looks around to see who saw him jump (no one, he lives alone and only his co-workers and parents have bothered him anything in the past six months) and looks back at the phone. 

Tropical Storm

For all the anxiety you give him, maybe he should go ahead and change your name to Hurricane instead. 

His hand automatically curls around the phone, thumb immediately accepting the call. “Y/N?” 

(He’s bizarrely proud of the way his voice only barely shakes.)

A sharp gasp, almost a scream. San’s heart leaps into his throat. “Y/N? Hello?” he repeats, nails of his free hand biting into his palm. 

Silence. 

“Y/N?”

He’s got one hand on the doorknob, has already begun twisting it open when he finally hears your voice. 

“Sorry.” It’s warped, garbled, and it sounds like you don’t have enough air. San knows that voice - it comes when unexpected things happen, when something shakes you to the core and you don’t know how to react. The door is open and he’s recalling the route to the airport, praying he can make the next flight to your country, when you speak again. “Sorry, I’m fine.”

Then you end the call. 

San looks at the phone in his hand, dumbfounded. You hung up. You hung up -

He calls you again. And again, and again, and again until the number in the call logs beside your name reaches seven. 

You decline every single one. 

San closes the door. Turns. Automatically packs a bag of the barest essentials, then searches up the next flight back. It leaves in three hours. The trip to the airport takes one. 

He shoves the phone back in his pocket. He can make it there in half an hour. 

. . .

San doesn’t break into your apartment. It’s one choice he considers, but his flight touches down at three in the afternoon and from what he’s dug up about you over the course of the plane ride, your job at the florist two streets down from the apartment your grand-aunt left you will let you off at around five. And though he’s ascertained that you aren’t in trouble, at least not yet, San thinks there are better ways to make sure of this than by entering your apartment when you aren’t home. 

The florist is called Green Garden. It’s a cheerful little place, even to his critical eye - lots of customers bustling about, one or two employees dressed in green aprons to help them out. But when San looks through the glass doors, only the cashier’s face catches his eye. 

You don’t look up when he comes in, not at first. Someone’s just finished calling your name in the back and you say something in response, not that San is paying any attention to it. Instead, as the door shuts behind him, all he can process is how the air changes in your presence, shifting and swaying and whirling about you in a small tempest, drawing him into the eye as he wavers on the edge -

You’re looking at him. You’re looking at him now, and that’s the only thing San needs to step fully into your hurricane, meeting you in the eye. 

“Hi,” he says, stepping up to the counter. Your mouth has dropped open and San lets himself smile at it, resisting the urge to tip up your chin and close it himself. 

You close your mouth abruptly. Open it again. San watches your throat bob, the endearing expression of shock still on your face as you try to find your words. He wonders what you’ll say to him. Will you yell? Shout? Will your voice remain steady and low? Will it shake? Will it rise to the shrill screech you adopted when no one told you about the plan?

As it turns out, you do none of these. 

Instead, you burst into tears. 

. . .

“You’re an asshole,” you finally hiccup when San has gotten you out of the flower shop and back to your apartment, your bundle of things held in his hand. “You’re an absolute piece of shit, San.”

“I know. Sorry.” He brushes a line of tears from your cheek, smiling to hide the fact that his eyes aren’t exactly dry, either. 

You fumble with the apartment keypad, pressing in a string of numbers that San will pretend he doesn’t already know. The door swings open and you herd him inside, still wiping tears from your face. 

He drops your things where you point by the door, then puts his own bag down next to them. When he looks up, you’re already looking at him, eyes trained on his. “What?”

Quick as a flash, you step forward and slap him across the chest. 

“Ow.” He looks down at his chest and then back up at you. “What was that -”

“How did you find me?” you snap, cutting him off. “How did you know where I work? And - oh my god - how did you know where my apartment was without me telling you? Were you stalking me?”

“I didn’t stalk you,” San replies, not bothering to dim the smile on his face. It would be too hard to hide the way his heart is buzzing with warmth at the sound of outrage in your voice, the voice he didn’t realize he missed as much as he did until now. “I found you.”

“That’s stalking!” You swat him again, and this time San doesn’t bother to hide his laugh, either. “Stop laughing! You didn’t text, you didn’t call -”

San takes the hand that just swatted his chest, still laughing. “I did call,” he says, squeezing your fingers lightly. “Seven times. You didn’t answer any of them, so I came.”

(”I tried my best to come up with a plan. But I couldn’t, so I just came.”)

You look down at your joined hands, then back up at him. Something shifts in your eyes, a questioning breeze flitting across your pupils before something solemn settles in them, a spot of calm in the storm. 

“Why?”

He swallows. Contemplates answers. He could say he thought you were in trouble, that he thought you needed help. That would be the safest answer. But there are holes in that response, and in those eyes of yours San can see you wouldn’t let him stop there. Wouldn’t let him take the cop-out. 

For the first time, San allows himself to wonder if you may have missed him as much as he missed you. 

“Why?” he repeats, words soft. “Because you’re a storm, Y/N.” He steps forward and you don’t pull away when he takes your other hand in his, bringing himself into the swirling winds of your tempest eyes. “A small storm. Wherever you go, you change the flow of the air.”

Your eyes flash with a memory, a memory of the words he spoke in the car so many months ago. 

“I’ve been caught in your storm,” he says quietly. “And I’ll follow it, wherever your winds blow.”

He presses his forehead to yours. Your eyes close for a moment, hands still gripping his. 

“I want to be with you,” he whispers. “Forever, until the day I die.” He swallows. “Will you allow it?”

Slowly, you squeeze San’s palms. Your fingers weave between his, settling against his skin. Altogether it probably only takes you a second to respond, but there has never been a more excruciating second in San’s entire life. 

“Yes,” you whisper, your breath a ghost against his skin. “Yes, San.” 

Your eyes glitter into his, the calm in the middle of a storm. Dazedly, San thinks his name has never sounded more like music from someone else’s lips. 

“I will.”

[wind-becomes-lightning]

CONGRATS NISI!!!!!!!

if u like this prompt id love something like this sooooomuch from you 🥺💖

what about kids kkobym, with lil trans yams? (who loves dresses👉👈)

Hii Hanna!! I told you it would come this week! I had my troubles really, mostly with writing young kids (because kids just dont talk like adults and ahhhhhhh kids hard!), but I hope you like anyway!!

Thank you for @birdiepuh for sensitivity reading. (and the little beta <3)

based on that fanart that sometimes makes the rounds of Tsunade adopting Yamato when he is a kid.

Obito is 10, Kakashi is 9, Yamato is 5. Sakumo is alive.

1968 words (i did not quite make 2k, I'm sorryyy)

In all ways but the last legal paperwork Yamato was now accepted as a boy. Tsunade had made sure to provide him with a new name, a new haircut, new clothes and well, in time the legal status would follow too. She had taken great strides right from the get go to make sure he was feeling comfortable and safe expressing himself. That had in fact already been the cornerstone of her raising him before he had openly talked about wanting to be referred to as a boy. 

Tsunade let Yamato pick his own clothes, which was how it had always been. She had picked him up when he was about four, found him in one of Orochimaru’s labs and taken him home. A boy who had the mokuton like her grandfather, someone that was related to her because of that she had argued. Hiruzen-sensei had let her do whatever she wanted and so she took the boy home. 

From the moment she felt like he was comfortable enough with her she let him pick his own clothes, because Tsunade felt the child was old enough to make the choices about what to wear and what not. Now that Yamato had all the new things, a new haircut and a new name and such, she still let him pick his clothes, why not? 

Still, one morning she was surprised when he entered the kitchen wearing a light green dress that had flowers stitched to the side. She had bought it for him as soon as he moved in and when they had cleaned out the closet he had decided to keep it because it was the first gift he’d ever gotten. Tsunade had been flattered, but she had not expected him to ever wear it again.

“Should I not wear this?” he said instantly upon seeing her face. One thing Tsunade had learned in these two years together was that kids were quick at understanding what was going on, even if adults tried to hide it.

“Do you like it?” Tsunade asked in return and crouched down to his height to ruffle through his brown hair.

Yamato touched the soft fabric of the dress. “I like it a lot. It is hot today so I won’t sweat quite as much.” He then smiled. “And it is my favourite thing I own, since you bought it for me.”

She tried not to tear up right on the spot and instead just pulled the little boy into a hug. “Then you absolutely should wear it, my dear.”

And while Tsunade really believed in that, during breakfast together she couldn’t help but think of the reaction of the other villagers. Not everyone was nearly as supportive as their immediate friend groups of Yamato’s transition, they might misunderstand him if he started wearing dresses again. Fortunately, the academy had summer holidays currently, so the only people coming by would be his direct friends and they would not judge him. 

The fear stayed though and so she followed Yamato to the door when someone knocked. Hatake Kakashi stood on the other side, himself uncharacteristically dressed in short shorts and a shirt, he looked as unbothered as he always did, but Tsunade knew he was a kind and nice boy, no matter his general facial expression.

Kakashi looked at Yamato in the dress and for a moment Tsunade thought he would say something, but then he just said “Hi Tenzo”, which was the name for some reason he had decided to call the other boy.

“Hey,” Yamato smiled and then stepped outside. He turned for a moment back to Tsunade and said: “We will play in the garden.” She nodded. They always played in the garden.

For a while Tsunade was busy doing other stuff, mostly mixing up herbs in a little bowl she had on the counter. She liked making her own medicine whenever she could, which was also the reason she had a garden in the first place. Then she heard a loud crashing noise from outside.

Before she even had reached the window she already suspected that there had been an argument between Kakashi and Uchiha Obito, a boy both him and Yamato were also friends with. All three of them would hang out fairly often despite the age gap. Though they remained close friends, Tsunade had seen Kakashi and Obito fight more than any other best friends. It seemed like a game to them.

She looked outside through the drawers and immediately saw the big piece of wood that was now laying right next to Obito, who stood on his feet, both hands in fists. Kakashi was standing too, he had apparently thrown the wood. Tsunade’s eyes looked for Yamato who sat in the grass between them, his eyes darting back and forth between his friends.

“What the fudge?” Obito yelled across to Kakashi. “What was that for?”

The other boy looked back coldly, his eyelids hanging half low as they always did when he was angry. “That was a disrespectful thing to say, Obito.”

“I just answered his question!” Obito turned to Yamato. “I just answered what you asked me right, I didn’t insult you.”

Yamato seemed nervous and just frowned a little, so Obito continued. “You asked me if I’ve ever seen a boy wear a dress and I said ‘No’, that was all.”

Oh, Tsunade’s heart sank a little. She looked over to her boy worried that the reply might have hurt him just like Kakashi had thought they did. But Yamato seemed more distressed by the fact that his friends were fighting for his sake.

“And that was terrible of you to say.” Kakashi yelled back. “Don’t you understand the influence this might have on him?”

Obito leaned over to pick up the piece of wood that was still lying to his left, apparently reading himself to throw it back at Kakashi. “I didn’t mean to say he couldn’t! I just answered his question!” He lifted his arm.

For a second Tsunade considered stepping in, but then Yamato got up himself, his little frame so much smaller than the one of his two friends. “Stop!” he said loud and stepped in between them. There were little smudges on the seams of the dress now from where he had been sitting in the grass with it.

“I- I don’t want you guys to fight each other,” he said with a slight stammer. He looked over to Obito. “You did just answer my question, I am - not offended by your reply, because you didn’t say anything that was offensive to me.”

Then he turned his head and looked over to Kakashi: “T-Thank you for standing up for me, but please don’t throw stuff in the garden you could have hit the herb patch my mom needs for medicine.” 

She put her head against the glass and smiled to herself. He really was a good kid.

“It- It’s not like I mind what you are wearing, you know,” Obito said with a little pouting face. “I didn’t even really notice until you said something.” 

Kakashi grumbled from the other side: “Liar.”

Tsunade couldn’t help but laugh a little. She had known Kakashi’s father Sakumo ever since he was a child too and he had also been this sort of person that always stood up and defended what he believed in. Apparently his son had inherited the same gene, even if it was not necessary at this point. 

“Alright, maybe I noticed, but it didn’t matter to me and it doesn’t now.” Obito was suggestively swinging the piece of wood again.

Suddenly vines broke through the surface of the earth, locking both fighting boys in place. Yamato, who was still standing between them, had his hands clasped together, his hair full with sprouted plants. 

“Don’t fight!” He said and then. “Apologise ok?!” Which sounded less like a question and more like an instruction.

That emotions had influences on his mokuton was something that Tsunade had seen before. The time she cut his hair shorter than it had been before and dressed him up in stereotypical boys clothing for the first time he had sprouted almost an entire bush of flowers over his head on his shoulders once he could see himself in the mirror. Back then she had cut a flower from his shoulder off and planted it in the garden, so they could always remember the moment he truly became Yamato

The boys now averted their gaze. It was again Kakashi who’s sense of duty apparently commanded him to follow what was right. “Sorry, Obito. I- I know you didn’t mean it. Though I stand by the fact that it was insensitive.” he couldn’t help but get the last word in.

“Thank you.” Obito mumbled. “You didn’t have to throw that thing at me though.”

“Maybe you should learn how to dodge better then”, Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. “Guess you need more shuriken practice.”

Obito’s eyes lit up. “I would love to do more shuriken practice.” The mood between them had suddenly turned around completely. Only children could be angry at one another in one moment and then happily playing in the next.

Yamato must have noticed the mood change too and so he retreated the vines he had summoned and freed his friends. A big smile appeared on his face. The look of it warmed Tsunade’s heart. 

“I will make us some shuriken to throw,” Yamato said excitedly and tapped from one foot to the other.

Tsunade retreated from the window again to go back to her medicine on the table. For a while she did not resume her work and just sat and listened to the sounds coming in through the open window. The boys had started playing again, throwing wood shurikens that Yamato made for all of them, as they so often did. Any discord between them seemed completely over. Being a child seemed so easy. 

She did her daily work without worrying too much about the boys outside. It was incredibly hot and any kind of move was very exhausting, still the kids played relentlessly with an energy that adults could only dream of. She prepared a bit more medicine, then did some laundry. While she folded Yamato’s shirts she wondered if she should buy him another dress. Maybe in a brown or red colour to match his hair.

The afternoon bled into the evening and for a while she had not heard any of the children speak or yell outside. Soon Sakumo and Obito’s grandmother would probably worry about their children, so Tsunade went into the back garden to look what they were doing.

It took a little, since they were using one of their hideouts between the bushes at the back of the property. She pushed some branches aside and could not help but let out a long “Aw” at the image in front of her.

All three boys, completely exhausted from their afternoon of playing and fighting together, and probably also the heat, were laying next to each other and sleeping. Yamato was flanked by both the older boys like they were trying to be his guardians to shield him from the rest of the world. They were in such deep sleep that Tsunade felt odd having to break them up. She let them lay like this a little longer and tried to memorise the scene as well as she could, then she woke them up.

Kakashi and Obito left before dinner time, though they sometimes did stay over to eat with them, so it was just Tsunade and Yamato. 

“Mom,” Yamato said eventually, “I had a lot of fun today.” 

She lifted her hand and ruffled his hair again. “I’m glad. I’m also very happy you have such very good friends.”

[theuniverseawakens347]

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