#i imagine you could also use them as phone backgrounds or you could just do what I'm doing and put one on a custom phone case

[the-gay-prometheus]

What, you thought I just did that logo thing for no reason? Ha! Well...

I mean you wouldn't be wrong. I did want to have a transparent version of it anyways. But!

I also wanted to make myself some incredibly self indulgent phone case designs for my new phone.

How well they'll actually translate to a phone case has yet to be seen, but we'll find out soon enough!

I haven't decided exactly which one I want to use yet, though.

[comicaurora]

Hey, sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but I have ADHD and I’ve been following your comic for years and just now have started to write my own comic (partially because you really inspired me). But I’m really struggling with staying on the project even when it’s boring and getting myself to work on it in the first place. Do you have any tips on how to keep your brain invested or just to make yourself do the work at all?

I have excellent news, I literally just figured out something really important about this.

So when you're an ADHD kiddo or otherwise have difficulty staying on task in a structured environment where Task is the Priority, the main way people try to MAKE you stay on task is by removing your access to anything that is not The Task. No phone, no TV, no doodling, no going outside, etc. In practice, this just makes us miserable because it takes the boredom that's always simmering around a 2 or 3 and cranks it all the way up to 11. In the same way that you would have difficulty staying on task if you were in physical pain, this crushing existential monotony makes it very difficult to work. The work might get done simply because you have no other options, but it will not be done quickly or well, and it will take a while to recover from how much it hurt.

What I realized earlier this week is I caught myself doing this to myself. I had 42 pages of background colors to do, and I thought to myself "this sounds really tedious, but I suppose I have nothing better I can do." And I realized what I'd just thought, and got very alarmed.

Because back when I was an ADHD kiddo imprisoned by school scheduling and a million little factors that keep children immobile and restrained, I couldn't stop thinking about how big and exciting the world was, and how much I wanted to be anywhere but here. When I was feeling really crushed in I'd pick a random spot on the maps on my wall and just imagine being there instead of my bedroom. This was the impetus behind almost all of my creative energy. I've said it before - anything is a prison if you can't leave, and being in a prison makes it easy to imagine how amazing things could be outside of it. Aurora's initial worldbuilding was forged in the crucible of fifth grade misery. My enthusiasm for art and my creative drive are inextricable from my sense of wonder and yearning for excitement in the real world. Not escapism, but appreciation. Wonders unimaginable are out there, and I gain just as much joy seeking them out as I do conjuring them up in my head and sharing them with all of you.

So now that I'm a grown-up with actual freedom in every way I've been able to get, the idea that I was staying on task by making myself believe the world was small and not worth seeing was extremely alarming. It could keep me on task for an afternoon, but at the cost of slowly extinguishing the thing that made me want to make art in the first place - the hunger to experience and draw inspiration from all the myriad complexities in the world.

So what I've been doing is I've been purposefully and intentionally taking excursions whenever I catch myself thinking "I could take a break but it wouldn't be worth it, it's the same outdoors as always, I'll be uncomfy and unproductive and tired." Because that is never true. Every time I've put down the stylus and gone out, I've been renewed in one way or another, and when I come back to comfort fully recharged I get a lot of shit done. Because it is easier to work on anything if you remember why you wanted to make it in the first place, and it is self-defeating misery to just lock yourself in with it and tell yourself you're a bad person if you can't get it done.

I honestly don't know how widely applicable this is. I have worse wanderlust than anyone I know, so for me this has always been modeled as imprisonment vs freedom. I've also been extremely lucky to find myself in a profession that lets me set my own pace on literally everything I do. But I genuinely believe that when it comes to making art with ADHD, you need to give yourself freedom to move laterally, not just in the direction of obvious forward progress. We don't think linearly in any other part of our lives - art is no different.

[whateveriwant]

I know you already did the 141 boys when their wife gives birth (which was fantastic btw) but maybe if they missed the birth because of a mission or whatever else your brilliant mind can think of!

Don't give me compliments because then I'll follow you home like a cat and you'll never get rid of me 😖

Price

(This goes for all the men, really) but he's absolutely gutted to not be with you as you're giving birth

Honestly, if he had the choice, he would've rather lobbed off his own arm than miss such a momentous occasion in both your lives

It’s nothing less than the literal fate of the world that's keeping him from you, and he makes sure to reiterate that over and over again

The only thing that gives Price a bit of peace of mind when leaving you at a time like this is knowing you have a strong support system to help you through it

And boy oh boy does he put those friends and family members to use by having them constantly text him with every update imaginable

What time your water breaks, how far apart your contractions are, how much you've dilated, so on and so on. He wants to know it all

While he has to remain focused during the bulk of the mission, when he's able to, he's whipping out his phone to scroll through the literal hundreds of messages that await him

The updates are so plentiful and detailed that if he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend like he was right there beside you all along

And once he gets to the pictures of you holding your little one for the first time, well… he's not afraid to admit that he sheds a manly tear or two at the sight

Soap

He kicked up quite the storm at work when he realized he was going to be missing the birth of his child

He did everything in his power to try to get out of the mission – to try to get back to you – but, ultimately, he had no other choice than to go

But he's not just going to go gently into the night. No, he has a few tricks up his sleeve to make it as if he's still there with you in some capacity

Like Price, Soap takes comfort in leaving you with a huge support system to help while he's away

And also similarly, he's recruiting your loved ones (more so their phones) into letting him video chat with you whenever he gets the opportunity

(Does that mean he snuck his unauthorized smartphone into the middle of a battlefield? …. Yes. Yes, he did. .……....… Don't tell Price)

You'll be in the midst of a call with him and a bullet will fly right by his head and embed itself in the wall behind him

Of course, this has you incredibly concerned, worrying over how you're distracting him when he should be focused on his mission

But he assures you there's no need to fret, dear. He's perfectly safe and everything’s completely fine

(Oh, and just disregard that sound in the background, hun. No, it wasn't a bomb. Heavens, no! It was a… a… piano falling out a window)

Gaz

Even when he's away on mission during normal circumstances, he's calling home all the time to check in with you

But given your current state, now he's checking in twice as much as he usually does

Expect a minimum of three calls a day just to ensure things are still all hunky dory on your end

It's during one of these calls that your water breaks, and as you fly into a state of panic, forgetting everything you're supposed to do, Gaz has to calmly walk you through the steps of what you'd planned

He's able to talk you down and make sure you get yourself to the hospital in one piece, but then after that call, weirdly, you don't hear from him again

It's not until several hours later when you've already delivered your child that you're awoken by the feeling of someone beside your bed

You look to see who it is and it's none other than Gaz himself – still dressed in his full gear, covered in all sorts of dirt and grime, a hushed apology pouring from his mouth

He's so sorry he couldn't get there quick enough, beautiful. He left as soon as he could once he'd pulled a few strings with Price

But you don't even care about the excuse because you're quickly enveloping him in a hug. With tears in your eyes, you assure him it's alright. He's here now, and that's all that matters to you

Ghost

When he was informed he was being shipped off to a remote location less than a month before your due date, he was livid

No phone, no radio, no communication of any kind with the outside world and he was supposed to be okay with that? He very much wasn't

The higher-ups had to really hammer home the whole “safety of the world” thing to convince Ghost to go, and even when he did, he did so grudgingly

He finds that as he sits in this shoddy shack halfway across the planet from you, all he can do is keep a mental tally of everything he’s missing

Going with you to your final check ups, helping you pack your hospital bag, holding your hand as you begin to push, etc. etc. etc.

But what about things he might not know about? What if something's gone wrong while he's been away?

He can't let himself think on it too much because he'll end up putting his fist through the drywall, and he needs at least one good hand to hold his child with when he meets them for the first time

Seven weeks, four days, and nine hours after he shipped out, Ghost is on a plane back home

He doesn't stop to talk to anyone when he touches down at base (not even to report to his superiors). He just gets into his car and books it, not letting off the gas until he's parked outside your home again

And when he finally reaches the front door, an unexpected tremor passing through him as he grabs for the handle, he closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and walks inside, beginning the next chapter of his life

[naburi]

DO YOU THINK I’M PRETTY?

MOMO X READER

TAGS: NTR, GANGBANG, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MOUTHFUCK, CREAMPIE, REVENGE SEX

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You heard men laughing in the background, they can’t comprehend what is happening right before their eyes. It was 6 cocks surrounding a kneeling girl who's still in her school uniform. The video shows your childhood friend trying to put two cocks in her mouth.

It’s a slow afternoon in the campus, the professor's voice can’t find its way into your ear as you seem too deep in your thoughts. You want to have a conversation with her to know how she let that happen. Momo is your childhood friend, you grew up together and you know she’s not that type of person. How can the innocent and naive girl, who easily gets scared over the smallest of things let herself get used like a fuckdoll by the varsity team.

One of the varsity players in the video is your classmate, he boastingly shows you the video of them doing it with Momo. He said they invited Momo to a late night celebration as they won over a rival division. He said the girl knew that it was all men there but still decided to hang out. You wanted to ask for more details but your classmates easily got irritated and jokingly said that you should see how she’s begging them to not stop filling her holes. It made you angry how he brags about it but it also made you feel jealous, if it wasn’t for your shyness, you could have confessed your feelings to your childhood friend.

You decided to message her later in the night, you wanted to make sure that she’s okay. You’re in limbo if you should open up about the video you saw but you’re afraid to make her uncomfortable.

“He cheated with my classmate,” Momo said in the text message. The star player of the varsity team breaks her heart. This is her first relationship and first heartbreak, you can’t imagine how hurt she must have felt.

“Can I visit you tomorrow?” You asked, you wanted to comfort her, it’s been a long time since you spent time with one another. She has been distant to you ever since she got a boyfriend.

You’re infront of her apartment waiting for her to open the door, you are bringing canned beers and some snacks just like she requested. Momo welcomes you with her “just woke up” face. She’s wearing a tight crop top which gives you a better look of her nipples as she’s not wearing anything underneath, her exposed skinny waist which looks like she hasn't eaten anything good for a while, and her loose shorts that’s hanging too low in her small waist. This look of her made you feel hot the seconds you saw her.

You made fun of how she probably hasn't taken a bath for a few days which she loudly denies those allegations, you keep exchanging insults and banters like how it was when you were younger. Sitting comfortably in her living area, Momo opens the canned bears as the conversation gets serious. She’s tearing up while explaining how she found her boyfriend cheated on her. They have been together for a few months and she admitted that she gives her virginity to him because he threatens to break up with her.

“I watched a video of my boyfriend getting his dick sucked by my classma…,” she can’t finish her sentence as she’s still hurt by what he found on her ex’s phone.

Momo stated that she wants to hit back at her ex by “dating” one of his teammates, not telling her that you know what really happened, how you watched a video of the 6 teammates taking turns putting their dick on her destroyed tight pussy. Momo is laying on her back in a small dining table, lifted skirt, exposed boobs through her opened up uniform, masturbating dicks on both her hands, her tongue giving two dicks equal attention, one member pumping his dick inside her while the other member is making sure that all of this are getting recorded.

She asked to cheer bottles before you both drank the beer. She goes on to share how terrible her boyfriend is while your mind is playing the part of the video where the girl in front of you is getting her mouth stuffed by a thick cock while his pussy getting rammed at the same time. The boys in the background loudly cheer about the erotic scene they are witnessing. Some of them are getting their hands through her tight body feeling up all of her softness. Some slaps and grope her boobs while it’s aggressively moving due to the pounding she’s taking in both directions. The video closed up on her drooling mouth while she’s still getting mouthfucked, then it pans out to her crempied pussy while it’s still getting pounded hard.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” The more she drinks, the more Momo opens up to you. You were stunned by her sudden questions, you remember the times that you almost confessed to her but pulled back at the last second.

“I like you,” you said softly, maybe it’s the alcohol but you finally found courage to confess to her. You're looking at her in the eyes hoping for an answer.

“Kiss me,” Momo said with a straight face. She doesn’t have the same feelings for you but the fact that one person likes her is enough for her.

Your body moves first before you can comprehend what’s happening. You started to kiss her aggressively knowing you waited for this for a long time. Your hands sink down as you grope her boobs, wanting more, you pull up her crop top. You pinch and pull her hard nipples which made Momo moan. You made her lay down on her sofa while kissing hard on her neck making sure she will go to school with the hickeys you made.

You remember how the 6 boys left kiss bruises all over her body, not wanting to get out done, from her neck to her tits, you made sure to leave as many hickeys as they left.

Momo felt hot the way you hungrily kissed her body. She guides your head to her shorts. You notice the wet spot forming in her shorts, you pull down to see how wet she is. This is the same pussy that gets rammed by the players. Blinded by anger, you put two fingers quickly inside her. Momo gasped by your sudden movement, she starts to moan loudly as you ram your fingers directly into her g-spot. She has no idea that this aggressiveness stems from pain you felt after watching her get gangbanged.

“FUCK ME PLEASE” she shouted out with her orgasm.

You wasted no time, you aligned your cock in her entrance. Looking at her in the eyes, she have the same look back when they are taking turns fucking her. She’s looking at you like she’s pleading to get her pussy pounded hard, which you’re more than happy to give. You hold her small waist to fuck her hard from the get go. You wanted to fuck her more aggressive than they did to her, you pound your dick inside out to her like you want her pussy to only remembers your cock.

Momo can only moan with her eyes closed as she’s getting overwhelmed by the pleasure your dick is giving. She remembers the time that she caught you staring at her body but doesn’t confront you with it to retain your friendship, she never thought you could fuck her as hard as your doing right now.

You put her thick legs over your shoulder to get deeper inside her, this made Momo intensely moan, you go deeper each thrust making sure you feel all of her inside. You felt her inside walls tighten, signaling she’s near orgasm again. Your thrusts get harder as you're about to cum as well. She asked you to pull out but you remember how all of the boys creampie on her, felt insulted by her suggestions, you fucked her pussy rapidly making both of you orgasm in unison.

You pulled out and watched how your cum, drip out of her. She moves her body to the side like she’s about to sleep which you didn’t let her. You move her head hanging over the sofa just her position in the video. Momo is trying to protest but you are hellbent on destroying her holes more than they did to her. You shove your stiff cock in her mouth, you see the form of your cock down her throat. The girl is mumbling, trying to say something but you pull your cock just to hardly put it back down her throat. You hold her head in position as you continue your rampage against her mouth.

You saw her mouth drool just like it did in the video, which pushed you even more to pump her mouth longer. You notice that she’s stopped mumbling which makes you worry that you go too far. You pulled out your cock but kept slapping your wet dick to her face reminding her that you’re not with her. Momo gasped for air but it didn’t take long before you put it back inside her throat to continue using her mouth. The girl is moving her tongue around your cock while it’s inside her mouth to give you more pleasure, accepting her faith that she's your fuckdoll now. This added pleasure made your cock twitch. You groan Momo’s name as you leave out a huge load deep down her throat. Untidy hair, teary eyes, cum drooling out her mouth. You made Momo a mess.

[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[moviecritc]

Hi I don't know if you write about Charles and Alexandra, but what about something based in obsessed by olivia rodrigo, in a more sapphic way, maybe reader and alex can make out or something. also if you can mix it with smau would be super cool 💕

obsessed ⋆ charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader (various fc) x alexandra saint mleux

warnings: some bad words for the three of them (it was for the sake of the plot, nothing to harsh)

a/n: i made her a singer to add more drama. also i loooved this idea, i've been wanting to write something like this so much, thanks for requesting it <33

Remember that requests are open 💕💕

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user1 i felt so seen in the first verses of the song, i'm also a sucker for gossip

charlesleclerc 💜😍

user2 so dry

user3 what is someone so cool like yn dating someone so boring and simple like charles

user4 graduated in cuntology with a master in slayfication and cum laude in mother is mothering 101

sabrinacarpenter princess of glittery gel pen songs 💜💜💜💜

user5 IM SO IN LOVE

user5 that i might stop breathing

user6 yn using paris as a joke bc charles is monegasque is beyond cuteness

user7 GOALS.

user8 imagine having YN LN as a gf and NOT POSTING HER leclerc you better watch out

user9 it's giving taylor and joe

user10 THE HEARTSSS never beating bi allegations

When Y/N saw the Instagram notification, curiosity got the better of her. Just curiosity. She and Charles had been dating for almost six months, and this was the girl he had been with before her, so she simply wanted to know who she was. She scrolled through her posts, seeing the life she had after breaking up with Charles; she worked at a museum in Monaco and at the same time was an influencer.

Looking at her photos, she realized she was very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. Her hair was healthy, long, and a gorgeous dark brown, her body was perfect, the clothes fit her great, and she had a very sweet voice. She wondered why Charles had ended things with Alexandra.

Then, as she scrolled through her highlighted stories, she accidentally liked one. Y/N immediately threw her phone down. "Shit," she said, grimacing. "Shit, shit, shit." She picked up the phone again and saw the red heart on a photo of Alexandra in a bikini with a beautiful sunset in the background. Y/N stared at the photo for a moment and then removed the like.

She ran her hands over her face, feeling like an idiot. Alexandra would still see the notification, then she would see that Y/N had removed the like, and she would probably think she was weird. Or worse, she could message Charles, asking what his girlfriend was doing stalking her profile.

Charles was at the Grand Prix of Canada at that moment, she was in Monaco. The time difference was huge, and she wasn't going to bother him with this nonsense. So she decided to message Alexandra directly.

Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Alexandra for the rest of the day. She found herself a couple of times staring at her pictures, she knew that Alex lived in Monaco and that they could bump into each other anytime. That idea felt amazing. She seemed like a gorgeous person, and the little chit chat they had felt really comfortable, even when Alex was her boyfriend's ex.

Y/N didn't mention any of this to Charles, he probably just make a big deal of it and they would have a discussion. And she was too lazy to think about arguments.

So she wrote a song. For the nexts days she focused on the lyrics and when Y/N handed the papers to her producer, they loved it. As soon as they could they recorded the song.

When Charles came back from the race, he found Y/N staying after midnight in the studio so she could finish the song. And he didn't complaint, because he really thought the song was about him.

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sabrinacarpenter MISS? i was not expecting this at all and it was so so good 😩😩

gracieabrams QUEEN. in capitals and screaming.

chappelroan so cunty, so hot, so sapphic.

laufey ok now IM obsessed with YOU.

She didn't even think it was a bad idea until she saw her. They had decided to meet at a private club in Monaco; Alex wore a black satin dress that fit her extremely well, with her hair loose as she had seen so often in photos and a sparkling gaze. Y/N felt stupid for only wearing a white top and jeans.

"You showed up," Alexandra said with a smirk.

"You thought I wouldn't come?" she asked, matching her expression. Alexandra lowered her head, saying nothing and tucking her hair behind her ear. Y/N went to the bar and ordered a round of shots, although she didn't need to get drunk to do what she was about to do.

She drank one and then watched as Alexandra imitated her.

"Where did you leave Charles?" Alexandra asked, pulling her to a sofa area. The club wasn't very crowded, but more people would start arriving soon.

Y/N clicked her tongue. "Charles is the last person I want to talk about right now, honestly."

"You're right," Alexandra agreed as she nodded. "Let's talk about the song, then."

Y/N looked at her with a silly smile, trying very hard not to feel embarrassed. Although she knew she had nothing to be embarrassed about, she could see from Alex's expression that she had liked the song.

"What did you think?" she asked, sipping her cocktail.

"I loved it. I never thought someone would write songs about me," she lowered her gaze a little and then Y/N noticed how she had the tip of her heel circling around her foot.

"Did Charles ever dedicate any of his piano songs to you?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brow a little.

"Charles never even dedicated time to me," Alexandra looked away a bit.

Y/N nodded, perfectly understanding what Alexandra was talking about. Charles was too focused on his career, and unless you asked him, he could completely ignore you for weeks or change plans you had been planning for months because he had to train. That was the kind of person Charles was. At first, it had been a dream, accompanying him to his races and spending time with him, but when you scheduled a tour to be able to attend most of his races and he didn't show up at almost any of your concerts… It affected you.

"Men," Y/N said simply, rolling her eyes.

"Exactly! They're unbelievable, in the worst sense of the word," Alex spoke, slightly laughing.

They fell silent for a few moments, not breaking eye contact. The music had been turned up, and they were bathed in purple and green lights, moving around the room. Alexandra almost glowed for Y/N's eyes; under that lighting, everything seemed unreal. She leaned toward her, but didn't make the final move, wanting Alex to take that step.

Alexandra smiled mischievously and pressed their lips together. It was a calm kiss, not too long but their lips touched enough to explore them calmly, and for Y/N to remember the slight scent of red licorice from Alex's cologne.

As they separated, Alexandra got as close as possible to Y/N, resting her head on her shoulder. "Are you drunk?" Y/N questioned, fearing for a moment that it was all an act of alcohol.

"No," she denied vehemently.

Y/N didn't think much more about it, discreetly grabbed her phone to text Charles that it was best for them to end their relationship. She and Alexandra kissed a couple more times that night.

Five months later

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[blueblossomcherry]

Mornings in the Studio

pairing: han jisung x reader

warning: pet names (love, baby)

genre: fluff

wc: 713

When your boyfriend was on tour, you missed him severely. It was even worse, however, when you both were home and never had any time to interact. It made you feel so lonely, the fact that you knew Jisung was there but you could never see him. It was like he was a figment of your imagination. He was gone before you woke up and back when you were asleep. You couldn’t handle it, so you decided to go to the studio to see him, your loneliness getting the better of you. You knew he would be okay with you showing up, he had always told you, “If you need me, you can always come see me, no matter what I’m doing.” It made your heart flutter when he first said it and it still does every time you think about it. He always made sure to put you first in your time of need. You had texted Jisung, still not wanting to just show up unannounced. When you arrived, you knocked on the door of the studio. The door swung open, revealing Jisung in comfy clothes. In the background, you could see Changbin messing around, forming flawless beats.  “Hey,” He breathes out, smiling widely. You immediately pull him into a hug, feeling your eyes water at the sight of him in front you for the first time in weeks. He hugged you back tightly, rubbing your back with his hands. By the time you let go of each other, the tears had begun falling.  “What’s wrong, love,” He asks, placing his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb. Your breath hitches at the pet name he uses, even in a time like this, he knows how to make your heart skip a beat.  “I just missed you,” You smile tearfully. He grabs your hands and squeezes them, comforting you.  “I missed you too. Now, I still have a little bit of work to do,” He says, dragging you over to the couch in the room. You hesitate, wanting to be closer to him, but you know he has work to do. Not wanting to seem too clingy, you sit down, pulling out your phone to distract you.

 This only works for a few minutes, as you find yourself missing your boyfriend's touch even more. The urge grew even stronger until you couldn’t bear it anymore. 

By this time, Changbin had already left, so you got off the couch, walking slowly to Jisung. You didn’t want to disturb him, but just being in his presence wasn’t enough anymore. When you get to his chair, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Baby, I have work to do,” He breathes out a laugh. You sigh, nuzzling your face into his neck. 

“I know, just a minute please,” You plead. You understood that he was busy, but after weeks without seeing him, all you craved was his touch. He laughed, pulling you into his lap. 

You sat there for a while, his hands playing with your hair, before he dragged the chair that Changbin was sitting in, closer to you. 

“Here love, sit here so I can finish,” He tells you, clearly ready to finish his work so he can spend time with you. You do as he says, also ready for him to get done with his work. 

“Can we go back home when you’re done, or do you have more stuff to do?” You ask, hoping he’ll tell you that he’ll be completely done after this.

“No, we can go home,” He smiles, amused by your eagerness to go home with him. 

“Can you produce a song with one hand?” You ask him, still needing to have some sort of physical contact with him.

“I’m not sure, but I can try,” He winks and gives you his hand. You latch onto it, playing with his fingers while watching him produce their newest song. A few moments later, you hear him speak.  

“Okay, I'm done now,” He tells you, watching as you smile and silently cheer. 

“Okay, lets go,” You reply, gathering your belongings and practically running out of the room with him. 

You couldn’t wait to get home and spend the rest of the day with him.

[noellehdl]

misery business - paramore

pairing: Spencer Reid x lawyer!Reader

warnings: dark themes, angsty/fluffy, Cat's mind games

summary: 'i watched his wildest dreams come true not one of them involving you' and it's true, you watched Spencer's wildest dream come true and not a single one involves the ghost that haunted his dreams for the longest time.. Cat Adams.

a/n: this is completely based on my personal beef with Cat and the fact that i absolutely love her character and how she is the red line in Spencer's life, reader pov, post prison reid, obviously

the song

w/c: 1137

'she got an body like an hourglass it's ticking like a clock'

When Emily first called you to get her colleague and good friend Spencer out of prison because he was wrongfully arrested and accused of murder and drug dealing you thought it was a twisted joke. At that point you never imagined that the chaotic cause of all of this was a pretty girl with a miserable background. All of you, the whole team, every single one and also you believed that Scratch was behind all of this, until it weas up to you to find the proofs that it was Cat and her girlfriend all along.

'i waited eight long months, she finally set him free'

She loved Spencer, in her twisted, sick way i had trouble understanding. She loved him in ways i couldn't even imagine if i really tried. Still the second he got out of prison and interrogated her, he snaped, and that was the second i started to understand what she saw when she looked at him, the darkness around him like an unsolveable riddle.

'i told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me two weeks and we had caught on fire'

While everyone told me how cold Spencer got after prison, he thanked me for getting him out of jail, with flower bouqets, a dinner, and that led us right here, i'm curled up in a self crochet blanket, the one that Garcia made us as a wedding gift. My upper body hugged by one of Spencer's washed out CalTech shirts, our adopted shelter cat Newton demanding attention with soft meows. Spencer sits on the other end of our couch, his large fingers drawing soft patterns on my calve while my feet rest in his lap. His other hand is tracing the printed words of the worn out book he's reading.

'but God, does it feel so good cause I got him where I want him now'

The weather outside is grey and it's the perfect day for cozy couch days. It smells a bit like fresh autumn rain and the green tea Spencer is making in the kitchen when my phone rings in my office. I place Newton next to me, and get in my office, it's chaotic, papers and files laying around, notes everywhere, it smells llike cold coffee and stress whenever i come in here. I answer the call. 'Hello, here's Mrs. Reid, how can i help you?'

'second chances they don't ever matter, people never change'

The voice on the other line is clinical and strictly professional, telling me Cat wants to see me again, she has information regarding Doctor Reid that are interesting for me, according to her.

'well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who'

The temperature of the already cold interrogation room drops lower than zero when my eyes met Cat's. 'Hello Kitty Cat, what's the matter?' i say dryly, i played her games for longer than i ever imagined playing anything, not even a good chess party with Spencer.

'But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him right now'

'A ring i see..' her voice is warm but still so calculated i can feel the faint hairs in my neck react to her tone, '.. i take it as a personal offense that i didn't get an invitation.' i almost laugh out loud at her words. 'I'm not here for your twisted games or belated wedding congratulations, tell me what you want.'

'And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so'

'do you really think he loves you?' she barks in my direction. 'No princess, he's just thankful you got him out of prison, there is no love, he thinks he owes you something.' I swallow the bitter taste on my tongue down. 'You're just jealous he wanted me and not you and if you have no neccessary informations for me, i'll leave you and your demons alone in isolation again.' I get up and grab my things again ignoring the way she calls me replacable and irrelevant in his life, as if she knows anything about me or Spencer. I turn aound on my heels on the cold grey floor. 'And Cat? i watched his wildest dreams come true, not one of them involving you.'

It still leads me back on my couch, looking for Spencer's eyes halfway across the room. His sweet warm brown eyes look up at me, 'Baby what's going on in your pretty mind?' he asks sweet like his tongue is covered in honey. My mind wrestles back and forth with telling him that i saw Cat and not putting more trouble on his comfortable shoulders. I still breath out a bit shaky but steady enough to not worry him further. 'Cat got in my head again for nothing.'

His beautiful face immediatly darkens, his smile falls and the softness in his eyes vanished like it never even existed in the first place, like every time Cat gets mentioned in whatever context it takes.

His sweet voice from seconds ago suddenly feels like a well kept memory and nothing like the presence. 'Cat? You've seen her again? Without asking me first?' with every question his voice raisesand i shrink more and more. 'Don't you think i have a right to know where my fucking wife is?' That's my undoing, i tear up, my cheeks heat up and Spencer immediatly drops on his knees infront of me on he couch. His cold hands brush softly over my slightly red cheeks. 'Baby, hey baby, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell at you, shhh'

We end up breathing in sync while i explain my poor baffled husband what the modern personification of a Siren told me when i was in prison. Spencer takes a deep breath and by the way his hands occasionally flex on my knees i can tell he's trying not to snap, even if i know his anger isn't directed towards me.

'Princess, she's wrong. i didn't marry you because i thought i owe you anything. I married you because you were my light in the darkest times of my life.' I felt silent tears run down my cheeks again, this time not because he yelled, but because his words trigger a warm cozy feeling in my chest, little butterflies terrorizing my stomach.

I cup his now softned face in my hands and press my lips against his. A known feeling which still makes me sometimes really flustred, like now. This time will be one of many times that remind me why i married Spencer Reid. He is my safe haven and we can realize all dreams together.

[harrywavycurly]

To tell the world we are engaged I think an insta post would be fine but the Vogue thing is so good for after the wedding and everything is done? So Harry isn’t single one day then all of a sudden married the next and really upset fans?

Hiii lovey!! Okay so I hope you like this, it’s a mix of a little blurb and also an instagram post where y’all let the world know about the engagement and allow yourself to see how fans and people react! 💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*if the ring in the instagram isn’t your style that’s okay you can just imagine any ring you want I just used one that looked like it could be family heirloom type vibes*

A/N: You post your ring on instagram and Harry claims you didn’t tell him you were going to do it, enjoy✨

You bite your bottom lip as you hit the share button and watch as the screen on your phone takes you back to your instagram page, you smile as the photo of your engagement ring pops up at the top of your page letting you know the post has been uploaded and is now live. You know people will start to see it pretty quickly, having gained quite a following over the years thanks to your friendships with both Niall and Harry. Ever since Niall posted a video of you talking to Harry in the background of a random backstage video during the One Direction days you became well aware of the fact most of your followers just came to your page in hopes of getting a glimpse of either of the boys, and you don’t mind because for the most part they didn’t bother you much besides a few “where’s Harry?” Or “when is the 1D reunion?” comments under your posts. But that was more than likely all about to change with the photo and caption you just posted because the news of you and Harry getting engaged was going to be a bigger shock to the fans than it was to your friends and family because at least they could kind of see it coming.

“Baby?” Harry’s voice startles you as you slide your phone into the pocket of your pajama shorts. “You okay?” He asks as he watches you from the doorway of your closet with his arms crossed over his chest and a quirked brow.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You answer a little too quickly for his liking as you bend down and grab your slippers from the bottom shelf of the built in shelves you’re standing in front of. You don’t look at him as you slide your feet into them but you soon feel his hands on your hips giving them a gentle squeeze as he stands behind you.

“Do you want to tell me the truth?” He asks as he leans down and places his lips to the top of your head before his hands move from your hips and up your arms until they are resting on top of your shoulders. “Or do you want me to drop it?” You feel his lips next to your ear making you let out a sigh while his hands begin to rub your shoulders instantly making you relax under his touch.

“I was just lost in my thoughts that’s all.” You explain and Harry just nods as you lean your head back so it’s resting on his chest.

“Yeah? What kind of thoughts?” His hands continue to rub your shoulders as you close your eyes and Harry smiles when he hears you let out a little hum of approval when he adds a bit more pressure to his movements trying to help ease the tension he can feel in your shoulders.

“Just thinking of all the different reactions people are going to have that’s all.” Your answer makes Harry’s hands momentarily pause their relaxing rubbing of your shoulders causing you to open your eyes and turn your head so you can look up at him.

“Reaction to what?” You want to roll your eyes at his question but when he looks down at you with his eyebrows raised you can tell he’s not joking. You stand up and turn around making his hands fall from your shoulders causing a slight frown to take over his face at the loss of contact but it’s only there for a moment because when he looks at you and watches you place your hands on your hips and look at him with a slight squint, as if you’re trying to read his face and see if he’s being serious or not he can’t help but begin biting on his bottom lip because he knows he’s clearly missed something and when your squint turns into a full on glare he knows you’re not happy with him.

“I posted the photo just now.” You answer and Harry just nods and you know he has no clue what photo you’re talking about when he brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck so you decide to mess with him a bit. “I went with one from last week at the beach because my ring looks really good in the sunlight.” You can practically see Harry flipping through what the two of you did last week in his mind trying to picture the moment you’re talking about and you have to hold back your smirk when you see his eyes go a bit wide and a hand fall to his hip as he stares at you.

“The beach? You posted a photo of us at the beach? I’m like barely dressed when at the beach.”

“You’re barely dressed when you’re just running out to get coffee Harry the only difference is at the beach you actually fit the dress code.”

“Oh you love my short shorts don’t even act like you don’t.”

“I never said I didn’t. But you’re missing the whole point.”

“Which is?”

“My ring looks really good in the photo.”

“So you posted a photo of us at beach because-wait a minute you said your ring looks good? Like your engagement ring? You posted your engagement ring on the internet?”

“I did.” Harry just stands there and blinks a few times as you answer him while turning around and heading out of your closet and into the bedroom, leaving him standing there with his hand still on his hip and his eyes so wide his eyebrows are practically in his hairline.

“Sweetheart.” You roll your eyes at Harry’s extra soft and sweet tone of voice, the one he saves for when he knows he’s about to say something that will upset you. You place your phone on your nightstand before sitting on the edge of your bed as Harry walks into the bedroom. “You can’t just go and post half naked photos of me and your engagement ring without giving me a heads up.” You rub your lips together and grab your hand lotion off your nightstand as Harry begins pacing the width of the bed, you turn your head to look at him and watch him run a hand through his hair tugging at the roots a bit. “I thought we talked about just letting people find out when we walk a red carpet together or something after the wedding next year?” He asks as he walks around the bed so he’s standing right in front of you.

You look up at him as you begin rubbing in the lotion on your hands and Harry can’t even say he’s surprised by how calm you are because honestly out of the two of you in moments like this he is always the more irrational one, but he can’t help that he is always quick to panic. So him seeing you just casually putting on your hand cream and going on with your nightly routine isn’t anything shocking to him, but it doesn’t do anything to calm him down because all he can think about is how any moment now his phone is going to ring and it’s going to be Jeff asking why there’s a photo of him barely dressed and you with an engagement ring on your hand circling the internet. Because even though Jeff knows the two of you are engaged he wouldn’t be prepared for the media whirlwind of you randomly announcing it with a half naked photo of Harry.

“Harry.” You say his name with a bit sternness that you know he needs in order to get him to stop fidgeting with the rings on his fingers and to get his eyes to look into yours so he can focus on what you’re about to say next. “We talked about this last night and you said it was okay if I posted my ring so that the fans can go ahead and know what’s going on so it’s not such a shock for them to just find out you’re all of a sudden married.” Harry feels your soft hands grabbing his and pulling him closer to you till he’s standing between your legs and you’re staring up at him with a soft smile.

“When did we talk about it last night?” He questions as you let go of his hands, he is quick to place his on the sides of your face as he raises an eyebrow at you.

“While getting ready for bed.” You watch a small smirk form on Harry’s face as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.

“You mean while you were getting undressed? That’s when you decided to try to have that conversation with me?”

“I didn’t try Harry I did have that conversation with you.”

“And tell me baby how exactly did it go?”

“I said I wanted to tell your fans about our engagement-"

“And what did I say?”

“You said uh huh.”

“Right and then you said what?”

“I said I wanted to do it today and that it’s just going to be a photo of my ring and a cute little caption and you said yeah sure okay.” Harry lets out a breathy chuckle as his thumbs gently stroke your cheekbones and now it’s your turn to feel as if you’re missing something as you look up at Harry confused.

“Baby you had to have known I wasn’t paying any attention to what you were saying.” There’s a playful look in Harry’s eyes as he stares at you while he talks. “Your tits were out and you had on those cute little black and pink-”

“Harry Styles.” You snap as you reach up and place one of your hands over his mouth to stop him from continuing making him laugh as his hands drop from your face as you feel your cheeks get hot at his admission as to why he doesn’t remember having the conversation about you posting the photo today. “You really don’t remember any of that conversation?” You ask and Harry just shakes his head with your hand still covering his mouth, you let out a sigh as you drop your hand from his mouth and rest your forehead on his chest making him laugh as his hands begin soothingly running up and down your arms.

“Let’s look at this photo then shall we? See what the people are saying about us?” You feel one of Harry’s hands leave your arm so he can reach into the pocket of his sweatpants and grab his phone. “Oh you cheeky little thing that’s just a photo of your ring not of us at the beach.” He gives your arm a playful pinch making you laugh as you sit up a bit and turn your head so you can rest your cheek on his chest as he holds his phone so the both of you can see the screen.

“As if I’d post a shirtless photo of you to announce our engagement.”

“Yeah that would’ve been extremely cruel of you. Letting everyone see what they officially can’t have.”

“You really are such a narcissist.” You mumble as Harry begins scrolling through the comment section and you bring your finger up to his phone to make him pause when you see one that makes you laugh. “Does that say-”

“Adopt me? Yes that’s exactly what that says.” You laugh as you tap the comment making a red heart appear next to it. “Love this isn’t your account this is mine.” His tone is teasing but your eyes go wide as you quickly unheart the comment but you know even in the two seconds it took you to fix the mistake that screenshots have been taken and soon fan accounts will be posting all about how Harry Styles liked a fan’s comment asking him and his fiancé to adopt them.

“Oh shit I’m sorry.” Harry just laughs and places a kiss to the top of your head as he puts his phone back in his pocket and leans over to grab yours off the nightstand. “I’m still getting used to the social media part of things when it comes to us.” You know you don’t need to explain yourself because Harry gets it, he knows you enjoy replying to people and liking comments that make you laugh and sometimes he wishes he could do the same thing but sadly he can’t or at least not like he used to.

“You don’t need to apologize sweetheart it’s okay.” He reassures you with a gentle squeeze to your arm as he pulls up your instagram and begins looking through the comments on the post. “Now let’s just give ourselves a few minutes okay? We don’t need to get too caught up in what people say or think of our situation because-”

“Oh that one says you have incredible taste in both rings and fiancés.” You tap the comment so a heart appears next to it and continue to scroll while Harry holds the phone in his hand. “Well that’s just rude.” You mumble as you read a particularly nasty comment making Harry raise an eyebrow as he tries to lean down and read it but you just keep scrolling making him let out a huff.

“Am I just holding the phone then? I don’t get to read any?” His voice is slightly whinny as he watches you scroll a bit more and then pause, when you don’t make any moves to scroll further Harry takes this as a sign to lean down a bit so he can read the screen better and the little portion of comments he can read make a grin take over his face. “I like the one that says you’re their favorite Styles because I agree and just watch you’re probably going to become everyone’s favorite.” You laugh and heart the comment on his behalf and then quickly type out a reply saying Harry agrees. “You’re sneaky love.” You just smile as you feel his lips on the top of your head letting you know he doesn’t mind your reply.

“Uh oh it appears I have stolen this poor girl’s boyfriend from her.” Harry reads the comment you are referring to and shakes his head at you disapprovingly.

“That’s not very nice you should send her a fruit basket or something.” You roll your eyes at him as you continue to scroll and randomly heart a few comments here and there that catch your attention.

“Me? You’re the boyfriend you send her a fruit basket.” You tease as you lean back so you can look up at him, he turns the screen of your phone off before leaning over and placing it back on your nightstand. “That wasn’t so bad.” Harry just smiles and nods in agreement as you place your hands on his chest.

“Can we cuddle now?” He asks as he leans down so the tip of his nose playfully bumps into yours, you drag your hands up his chest and to the back of his neck making him smile as you pull him closer to you so you can place a kiss to his lips. Harry smirks when you pull away and rests his forehead against yours “Or maybe we-”

“Don’t ruin the moment Harry.”

The photo you posted on Instagram:

[sunny44]

Happy birthday Chili

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s Carlos’ birthday and Y/n and the twins surprise him.

Monza. The racetrack that always echoed with the history of Formula 1 and the passion of the tifosi. But that weekend, the Italian circuit, usually a stage for intense emotions for any driver, felt like nothing more than a lonely place for Carlos. What should have been a moment of celebration and joy was being marked by a silent emptiness.

The twins had fallen ill the previous week, nothing serious, but enough to prevent the trip. We had talked about the importance of their health and agreed that it was best for them to stay home and recover, as they were too young to be exposed while they were still fragile. Carlos, as always, was understanding, as we had always agreed that the twins were our priority, no matter what. But I knew he was feeling our absence. I could hear it in his voice every time we spoke on the phone. He tried to hide it, but after so many years together, I could pick up on the small nuances in his tone.

This morning, Carlos called me from the hotel in Monza, and I could hear people singing happy birthday in the background.

The sound of his voice was a little more cheerful today, but you could tell by his face that he wasn’t as excited as he usually would be. He talked about the preparations for the Grand Prix, about the atmosphere in the paddock, but what he really wanted to know was about us. He asked how the kids were, if they were feeling better, and how I was handling everything on my own. I reassured him that we were fine and that Sophia and Sammy were doing much better than a few days ago, but I didn’t mention the plans in progress. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

At that exact moment, I was packing the twins’ bags for a train trip from Monaco to Monza. We opted to take the train to avoid any additional stress for the children, as they were still recovering. I knew the journey would be tiring for them, but I also knew how much it would mean to Carlos. And to be honest, I was just as excited to see him as he was to see us.

Sophia and Sammy were excited about the trip. Even though they were so young, they understood that it was a special day and that they were going to surprise their dad. I packed some of their favorite toys, along with snacks and the outfits they loved. It was a warm and sunny morning in Monaco, and I knew the weather would be similar in Monza. The train ride would be long, but I was prepared. When you’re the mother of twins, learning to prepare for any situation is a fundamental skill. After their birth, I learned to do things I didn’t even know I could.

The trip was smoother than I expected. Sophia fell asleep almost immediately after the train departed, and Sammy was fascinated, gazing out the window, commenting on everything he saw. He seemed to be recovering much faster than his sister, but I knew she would soon be running around, full of energy again.

Time seemed to pass slowly as I watched the Italian landscape unfold outside. I was anxious, trying to imagine Carlos' reaction when he saw us. Part of me wanted to tell him we were on our way, to relieve some of his sadness, but the idea of surprising him, of seeing that sparkle in his eyes, kept me firm in the plan.

When the train finally arrived in Monza, the warm Italian afternoon enveloped us as we stepped onto the platform. The children were a bit sleepy, but the excitement on their faces was undeniable. I had spoken to Charles through messages to help me with the passes for me and the kids to enter the paddock, and he also arranged with the hotel reception where they were staying so I could go to his room when we arrived. When we got to the hotel, I managed to enter with the children through a quieter area, as I didn’t want any photos to leak, and I didn’t want to overwhelm the kids with the large crowd.

"Y/n, darling." I heard his mother’s voice, and when I turned around, I saw her and his father.

“Grandma!” the kids shouted and ran over to them.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said when I approached.

“At first, I wasn’t. The kids were sick, but they got much better, and I decided to surprise him.”

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” she said.

“Did you get a room?” his father asked.

“Actually, Charles helped me, and I got the key to his room.” They nodded.

“Well, we’re heading to the paddock now, so we’ll give you some time to settle in.”

“Of course, see you in a bit.”

They left, and I took the kids to the room, left the bags in a corner, and we still had three hours before the race, so I put the kids to bed for a nap. After they fell asleep, I took a shower and changed clothes. Since I couldn’t sit still, I started organizing some of Carlos' clothes scattered around and then packed the kids' essentials for the paddock. Soon, they woke up, so I got them ready, and as we headed to the hotel lobby, I saw his cousin there.

“Carlos, hey,” I said as he hugged me and the kids.

“I’ll take you to the paddock.”

We arrived at the racetrack, and the energy of the place was contagious. The engines roaring in the distance, the sound of fans, the familiar smells of fuel and burnt rubber. Everything was there, as always, but with a special touch that day, because I knew that soon we’d all be together again.

We headed to the paddock, and as I walked with Sammy in one arm and holding Sophia’s little hand with the other, my heart beat faster.

Finally, as we approached the Ferrari garage, I saw Carlos' team. Some of the engineers immediately recognized us and smiled warmly. Sammy was already aware of what was happening and was fidgeting in my arms, eager to get down, so I put him on the ground and walked with them, one on each side. We made our way toward the area where Carlos was likely to be, and the anticipation grew with every step. Finally, he appeared, his back to us, deep in conversation with one of the mechanics.

I took a moment to absorb the scene before calling his name. He turned around, and I saw the shock and absolute happiness cross his face. "Surprise!" I said, trying to hold back the emotion in my voice.

Carlos approached, his eyes shining with surprise and relief, and before he could say anything, Sophia and Sammy let go of my hands and ran toward their dad, shouting, "Daddy!" He scooped her up, spinning her in the air as his smile grew even wider. Sammy nestled into Carlos' other arm shortly after. I couldn’t help but approach too, hugging him, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

“You came!” he said, still in shock, his voice slightly choked with emotion.

“Of course we did,” I replied. “I couldn’t let you spend your birthday without your babies.”

Carlos set the kids down and pulled me into a tight embrace, one of those hugs that communicated more than any words could.

I felt his lips touch the top of my head as he murmured, “This is the best gift ever.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled.

“So, how did you manage to come here alone with the two troublemakers?” He said, watching the kids playing with the mechanics.

“After giving birth to twins and spending so much time alone with them, you learn a lot of tricks.” He laughed. “I’m serious, there’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“I believe you, dealing with those two is no easy task.” He said, hugging me. “Did you bring your stuff here?”

“No, Charles helped me with a few details, and one of them was your hotel room. We left our things there.” He nodded.

“Daddy,” the kids came to our feet.

“Mommy said it’s your birthday,” Sammy said.

“It is.”

“Happy birthday then,” he said simply, stretching his arms for a hug, and we all laughed.

We spent the rest of the day together, divided between the frenetic atmosphere of the paddock and quieter moments in a reserved room where we could just be ourselves. The kids, now full of energy, ran and played while Carlos and I exchanged knowing glances, content just to be together. He made sure to show Sophia and Sammy the car, something that always fascinated them. The sparkle in their eyes was a reflection of the pride and love they felt for their father.

Later, Carlos had to return to his team duties, but now he was different. The sadness I had heard in the morning had disappeared, replaced by a quiet joy. He was whole again, with his family by his side, ready to face the rest of the weekend with renewed energy.

At the end of the day, we returned to the hotel where the team was staying. I put the kids to bed and joined Carlos on the room's balcony, where he was admiring the night view of Monza. When I approached, he wrapped his arms around me, and we stayed silent for a moment, just enjoying the tranquility and each other’s presence.

“Thank you for this,” he finally said. “You made this the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“You deserve it,” I replied, smiling. “Happy birthday, my love.”

And with those words, we ended a day that had begun with longing and uncertainty but concluded with the certainty that as long as we were together, everything would always be in the right place.

Bonus scene!

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@Y/nSainz Today is the day of the best husband and Papa in the world. I couldn't ask for anyone better to spend the rest of my life with.

Since I met you, my life has changed completely. I remember the day we went out for the first time and the first time you told me you loved me. If I close my eyes, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. But the best memory of all was when I told you I was pregnant. I really didn't expect you to be so happy and so scared at the same time, but I wouldn't change a thing.

Happy birthday, my love. You definitely make my life the happiest ever. I love you.

Sammy and Sophia are lucky to have you as their papa.

@carlossainz I love you so much hermosa, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m so grateful that you gave me Sophia Sammy, being their papa is the best gift you could have ever given me. And thank you once again for coming by train from Monaco all the way here just so I could spend my birthday with you and the kids.

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@charlesleclerc happy birthday mate, so happy to have you as my teammate

@user28 let’s be thankful that we have Y/n to bless us with these photos. Happy birthday Carlos

@scuderiaferrari let’s all wish the happiest birthdays to our Smooth Operator 🌶️

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Shiu Kong Headcanons/Analysis 🚬🖤

a/n: this started out as headcanons and soon became an analysis of all my opinions and thoughts born out of love for this man. 💕 Material from these hcs and analysis may be used as inspiration for other writing/art, please just credit me if you do. 💕

CW: JJK SPOILERS, maybe some angst, non descriptive discussion of trauma, mention of violence and brief mention of graphic content.

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-He's the type that's constantly running late but somehow manages to still arrive on time.

-He has to drive often for work, but he dislikes it.

-He does like his car, however.

-I personally think he has a couple tattoos underneath his suit.

-This man is loyal. he has known Toji for over 10 years, and helped take care of a child that's not his.

-Therefore, he would not cheat.

-He's an exceptional people person and good with social interactions. He negotiates and mediates for a living. He also honed these skills as a detective who must be able to use discernment and judgement to ask important questions, think critically, and read other people.

-He can snuff out if someone is being disingenuine or full of shit like it's nothing.

-His source of stress is entertaining clients/hospitality so therefore, despite being a master at communication, he gets social burnout and has a limited battery. But, he has enough tact and restraint to air out his frustrations in private. An example being when he kept a cool expression during Sonoda's cuckoo rant, and didn't laugh with Toji about it until after he left the room. He definitely gossips in my opinion.

-He has an extroverted way of expressing his love. I see him as indulgent at times. His vices are cigarettes and cheese which can be pricey (and unhealthy) commodities, and collecting tropical fish (not a cheap variety), which implies he has an aquarium, which is a very expensive investment which requires upkeep. I see him spoiling you with little gifts and trinkets, taking you on nice vacations, BUT to a point which I'll touch on in a sec.

-He has "restaurants that he uses for clients." So that demonstrates he has intel or the ability to look into people's tastes and what may impress them. Therefore I see him applying the same thoughtfulness to his partner.

- Shiu has an eye and appreciation for luxury but he does not identify as rich. When he's telling Toji how the Star Religious group helped them:

"Check this out, the president has a private jet." But yet also states that "Rich people think on a different scale, man."

I think Shiu is well-to-do, as we've seen he would get quite the generous cut from the job with Toji, his suit, his possession of gadgets (laptop, cellphone), owning a car, but this separation he makes between himself and rich people shows that he must either be somewhere in the middle, or upper middle.

Or, it's possible that he is rich but he doesn't identify with a rich person's mentality. It could also mean that he was raised from a more modest background or merely possesses a frugal mindset that makes him view himself as different.

-But I believe he does have some level of frugality/money conscientiousness and we see him use practicality once again when he's on the phone with Toji, reminding him that despite the bounty there's handling fees, posting fees, etc.

-He is gracious and can demonstrate humility on occasion based on his response to Sonoda giving Toji a bonus. "Do you mean it? I know it was a necessary expense but you've helped us a lot."

-I imagine in a relationship that selflessness and modesty would come out. He wouldn't want to trouble you too much with things that he sees as going out of your way for him. Especially since hospitality is a cause of stress for him, so he wouldn't want to burden you with the same thing.

-His strategic and logistical way of thinking is also demonstrated when he meets Toji at the boat races. "What were you thinking, letting go of the entire deposit?" He is risk averse and doesn't take them unless it's calculated. He acknowledges that traveling on public transportation with a captive can raise suspicions, showing he's definitely got social awareness. Another pen in his cap for being a master at navigating social situations.

-The previous point is also another credit to his background as a detective. Detectives must review evidence and be analytics-driven. Therefore, I believe he is an extremely observant person. He's sharp, intelligent, strategic, and can remain calm in the face of conflict.

-Despite his illicit line of work, he has some preference for order and structure, possibly tapping into his values from his old profession. "It's my duty to report how the job is going to our client."

-And depending on how many years he worked in that field, it's very possible that he's retained most of those qualities in some way to this day, even if his sense of justice/ethics has been warped. I think he still operates with his own reasoning in a way that makes sense to him.

-Work as a detective is no joke. I believe this man has probably witnessed unfathomable horrors and trauma we don't know about. There are most likely cases that haunt him, based on what most legal/criminal justice professionals can tell you about their experiences in real life.

-He can also see curses despite not being a sorcerer. That has got to be terrifying to be able to see them while not possessing the ability to defend yourself against them.

-His exposure to the legal system, and the dark side of human nature I believe would make him susceptible to all the corruption he's witnessed.

-My theory is he must have lost faith in it along the way and most likely resigned to a more pessimistic world view. This can explain how he went from being an agent of the law to his illicit and criminal dealings now, and could also explain why he ended up in Japan from his native Korea.

-He is also desensitized to the things that he's seen. He can stand next to Toji and watch a giant worm vomit a dead body on a table with his hands in his pockets. Once again, the gravity of some of the things he's observed in his life must have been pretty gnarly if this doesn't phase him.

-Outward appearance is important to Shiu. Dressing and looking professional. Source: when he asks Geto: "Are you really wearing that?"

-He has a sense of propriety. We see this when he corrects Toji that he was not speaking to the founder with a sigh. Therefore, he has some level of manners and tact. He's no doubt chivalrous with women.

-He can read between the lines. Despite Toji's orders, he was able to figure out what he was planning at the time and is confident enough in his own reasoning to make the call to keep Kuroi alive. But note that this judgement was one based on strategy, not mercy. Shiu is still indifferent to killing.

-He anticipates things and is proactive and takes a forward thinking approach coupled with knowledge that he already possesses to make decisions. He knew that relief from Kuroi's rescue would wear them down more than the heigtened stress from failure. Therefore, between Shiu and Toji, he is the brains of the two. He fills in the gaps with his cunning and is very through and intuitive to clues that Toji might have overlooked.

-Shiu doesn't like to linger on the past or choices he's made. Evidence of this is when he's walking outside with Toji after the job is done and Toji is questioning why Shiu didn't kill Kuroi when he had the chance.

"It all worked out in the end, didn't it? And stop running your mediator ragged."

In other words: "Don't give me flack for not doing what you would have done in the moment. We got the job done, end of story. And stop stressing me out."

-I think Shiu is definitely wise enough to know that smoking is unhealthy for him, but he uses it as a crutch for the stress he's under. He was already smoking a cigarette while on the phone with Toji as they were discussing the job and his concerns with Toji's approach.

-He has a playful, informal side with people he knows. He sasses back with Toji: "I already did, dumbass."

-He remembers things about people. Despite it being several years since he associated with Toji, he knows that Toji's "never been the type who's been cut out for making easy money." His line: "Almost forgot, how's Megumi doing?"

When he went to speak with Toji, he had enough consideration in mind for him that he meant to ask about the boy.

-This also shows that the relationship Shiu had with Toji and his son must have been impactful in some way for him to recall his name, have some level of investment in his wellbeing to ask about him(and had to have been a motivator for him to step in and help in the first place), despite Toji answering that he doesn't know who that is.

-"I'll only see you again for work." Shiu made that decision. There must have been some sort of interpersonal fallout between the two men that shows that Shiu would not associate with him on a personal level.

It could very well be due to Toji's decline after his wife's death. This means that Shiu must not have been fully corrupted at that point, if he was willing to distance himself from that sort of behavior at that time.

Or, he might have been like-minded as Toji, but it might have been in response to a personal slight that was committed against him or that he took offense to.

Not quite sure, but I'm convinced it must be personal in nature if he will not walk into that territory with Toji again, however it was not egregious enough to not be willing to conduct business with him.

-"If we don't work together again, I'll see you in hell." So Shiu is a conscionable man to some degree. He is aware that he's flawed enough to earn that level of punishment. But he's resigned himself to the way he is now. He doesn't try to redeem himself because his thinking is: "it is what it is." He doesn't trouble himself with his past decision making as I made in an earlier point.

-Overall, he's a troubled man underneath, but he has bits of humanity he clings onto(he dislikes black beans, loves cheese, smokes his cigs, collects pretty fish). This is why I think he's such a fascinating and wonderfully well-crafted example of a morally grey character that we unfortunately only get a minor character's world's eye view into. His qualities are elusive but they are all very much present if you delve into him, and I adore him so very much.

And we all can acknowledge, he's very easy on the eyes.💕

[sevgilimsatoru]

Something I thought about, since your self aware!Caleb fic hasn't left my brain these past few days. Is how would they react to new content about Caleb getting added to the game?

Would Caleb already have those memories? And what would his reaction to the myth be? Since he, in this timeline, doesn't know about it. 🤔

Also how would Caleb react to new content about the other boys? Because I can imagine that he would not be happy about the nightly rendezvous... 😂😅

Just something fun I thought about. 😅

Hi, anon. Thanks a lot for reading my fic, first of all. This is a lot of yapping, English is not my first language so I'm sorry in advance.

This question has actually crossed my mind once, not in this detail if I'm being honest. Just the fact that new content might be added to the game while this whole thing with reader and Caleb is going on. I'm an new player actually. I started around the time when rafayal's birthday event was going on so I can't say much about any banners or events before that.

If the memory is about Caleb like the very recent one. I feel like he will only know about it when the devs update the games but he will know about everything from the memories to every last event detail and how much he will tell you about it will be decided by how much he wants you to enjoy the event.

Since we get a kiss between Caleb and MC in the date feature if you get both cards, he is not gonna do it- he just can't do. It'll shatter his heart and in the cutscenes where he is talking to the MC and you can see the MC, he will look directly at you and say the words he needs to. Use your name too especially in the one "I have always wanted to be in the same world as you"

If the event is about other love interests, that's a whole other thing. Like the sylus birthday is going on. He does want you to enjoy this game but unfortunately for the reader, he is a little too possessive. I think he'll get you the cards and other materials just for collection but don't think about playing with them. If you beg enough (give him that defeated expression and talk about how much you were looking forward to that specific event, he'll cave) but he will make sure to be in background where you could see him with a pout on his face or make sure that the camera angle is different so you can see the MC even in the cutscenes so it doesn't feel as real.

Any Zayne enjoyers, I'm sorry but you can't get anymore of Zayne's cards or properly play them cause he does have beef with the doctor since they were kids. He won't interfere between MC and Zayne but he'll be damned if he lets that guy talk to you (considering how horny I have heard Zayne can get)

Nightly rendezvous is basically a big no, even bigger than Zayne cards. You try to play it- he won't let you. It just won't happen, no matter how much you try to tap it the cards. If you get too insistent he will crash the game. If there is ever a rerun about that event and they do add Caleb to it then you can only see him. You won't even be able to watch about it on youtube or chrome or any application on your phone because as stated in the previous chapter- he can control your phone, so you can forget about it or any of the cards that have the other LIs with anything naughty.

But if it comes to the main story, since at this point in time. He has the MC locked up in his house. He'll let you enjoy it without interference, he'll act the way that he has to because he does believe that you should enjoy the game (mainly because this part of the story involves him). If you manage to cry during the main story somehow, he'll probably coddle you when you do eventually talk to him.

That's all I can think of, Have a good day. Hopefully I will post a new chapter today too but I'm not sure it will be everyone's cup of tea. Nothing relevant except my reader's backstory will be written in it. So feel free to skip it if you feel like it is triggering. Take care of yourself!

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part NINE

PHHEWWW this seems a bit of a filler but I wanted to show you some little moments she had with the Vee's - after all not everything can be big dramatic happenings - how else will we get to the good stuff if they dont build some trust together ;)

Plus what do you think is Y/n's surprise?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

It had been a week since that last meeting with the Vee’s and it had flown by. You were singing at the clubs, having meetings with Velvette to get your measurements done correctly, being more social on Sinstagram and other socials, you had a few interviews with small time magazines promoting you. You were a busy bee. And you loved it!

Tonight, you were going to a club opening that had asked you if you wanted a part time contract there as a singer – before you agreed you said you’d like to see what the night life was like first, which they then invited you to their opening night. Once you had the date set, Vel had been nonstop harassing you with pictures, sketches and videos of her designs and then letting you know all the progress when you chose the outfit you wanted. Sometimes you caught Vox or Valentino in the background of her videos; both rolling their eyes dramatically or pulling faces making you laugh. Or sometimes they took over the video and had a little chat with you pushing Velvette out the screen completely.

It wasn’t just Vel that you were in constant contact with either: Vox had taken to messaging you every day letting you know that certain media outlets wanted to talk to you (after he ‘persuaded’ them) about an interview or have you on their show. He also, a few days after you complained that your phone had such a crap camera, sent you a brand-new state of the art VoxTek phone. You laughed for ages when you turned it on as he set the background as himself standing proud with that charming grin of his. No matter how many times you tried to change the background, after a few hours it always switched back to that photo so after a few days you just left it.

Valentino, he was a bit more subtle than the other two. Sending selfies of himself and the other two on SinsChat with flirty little messages to you, a few text messages here and there but nothing too ‘Valentinoish’. When you mentioned that you were going to the club opening, he actually suggested some ideas to talk about if you were stopped by the paparazzi. Which you doubt would happen but better to have the ideas and not use them, than need them and not have them. Right?

You were in the elevator heading up to Velvette’s floor, you had a few hours to get ready and she was already in boss mode ordering everyone about when she phoned you this morning waking you up. You could only imagine what she was like now. Which is why you have brought the coffee: one for her, one for you, and two more in case the other two appear. They seemed to have a habit of appearing when you and Vel were having a meeting, usually causing Vel to have to kick them both out as they tried their best to distract you.

Striding onto Vel’s floor you hide an amused smile at everyone running around like headless chickens and Velvette in the middle orchestrating the mayhem. Your phone buzzing in your pocket distracted you, walking over to one of the tables with no fabric on – you were not risking your undead life by getting coffee near Velvette’s designs – you pop the coffees, your purse and jacket on top. Yanking your phone out your leggings leg pocket (thank you Vel for that genius invention) you spy Angel’s face pop up on a notification. Pressing it you quickly read the message, frown appearing on your face. He was letting you down tonight, so much for your plus one. Now you think about it, all this week you hadn’t see hide nor hair of him and his usual constant messaging was getting less and less. Hmm. Reminding yourself to call him tomorrow to speak about it you pop your phone back in your leggings pocket. Okay no plus one, you can totally do the opening by yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time.

A hand grips your wrist and swirls you into a seat. No longer surprised at Velvette’s ways you just get comfy and sit up straighter in your seat. After the third or fourth time she’d done this to you, it’s easier to just accept the gentle manhandling.

“Finally, you are here. You know you were meant to be here an hour ago, right?” She raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you, lips pulled down in a scowl. Yanking her coffee from the holder you hold it up as a peace offering, your best sorry expression across your face.

Taking the cup off you, a quick sip later she hummed under her breath before smirking: “fine you are forgiven! But do it again and I’ll start cutting that pretty hair shorter and shorter – an inch for every hour you are late” she threatens, swirling away to grab another sinner to start on your hair while she got her make up out ready. She had determined she was getting you ready for this club opening before you even thought about how you were going to get ready.

You closed your eyes as they got to work, the sinner working on your hair was sectioning it off and placing it in large curlers to make bouncy waves in your waist length hair and Vel was cleansing your face. At ease you barely notice anyone else until you smell the distinct aroma of a certain cigarette.

“Good evening, Valentino” you murmur, completely docile because of the fingers combing through your hair. You didn’t realise you liked it so much, not remembering if it felt this way when you were human or if it was a new thing now you were in Hell.

“Evening Princessa, it looks like you’re getting all the works tonight”, opening your right eye you smile at the Moth Overlord. Over this past week you’ve settled into a more relaxed relationship with each other. Less threatening and overbearing sexual innuendos and more flirty banter, which you could cope with.

“Yes, Vel was determined she was the best one to get me ready even though I offered to do my hair and make up myself” a small tap to your nose with a brush made you scrunch it.

“Well darlin’, if you want something done right, sometimes you just gotta do it yourself!”

Humming in agreement you close your eyes again at the feeling of the sinner sorting your hair, sighing happily. Or you did until you heard a snarl and the fingers stopped combing through your hair: “enough. Fuck off!” Blinking in shock you look up to see the sinner running quickly away and a glaring Velvette stood with her hands on her hips. She flashed you a smile when she caught your bemused stare, “she was taking the piss bae, Val is gonna finish off your hair. It only needs a few more curlers put in and then to set”. Hmm … a smile tugged at your lips from her behaviour. Was she jealous that you were enjoying someone else touching your hair?

“Like you said, if you want it done right, you got to do it yourself. My hair is in your talented hands Val” you close your eyes again at Velvette’s instruction as she starts on your eye make-up.

Fingers raked through your hair that hadn’t yet been pinned up and curled, nails scratching at your scalp caught you off guard as a moan nearly escaped your lips. Okay. You learn something new about your body every day. Even in Hell. Clearing your throat when you hear him lowly chuckle you try to distract yourself from the luscious feeling that he was pulling from you by playing with your hair.

“There’s a coffee on the table for you Val if you want one. I know you are usually up late with shoots so figured the caffeine fix might be what you need” you tell him, nose twitching when Vel turns and her hair tickles it.

“You are so kind to us, mi cariño” humming your agreement you allowed them both to work, chuckling every so often as the bitched and picked at each other. A week or two ago you would have thought they’d hated each other the way they spoke – now you realised this was just how they showed each other they cared. Toxic and not your style but it worked for them so who were you to stand in the way and judge.

You must have dozed off as the next time you opened your eyes Velvette was putting the last touches to your make up and Val was taking the curlers out of your hair. Closing your eyes you felt yourself being blasted with a fuck tonne of hair spray. Not a hair would be out of place and your make up would not be smudged. You’d be surprised if you could move your own face with the amount they used.

“Now who is your plus one to this opening Princessa?” Opening your eyes you look in shock at yourself in the mirror that a random sinner was holding in front of you. The demon who looked back at you from the reflection looked like some kind of Siren. Velvette and Valentino worked miracles. In awe of their skills, you mumble how your riding solo tonight as Angel cancelled on you, missing the look they both shared behind your back as you twisted to see how the waves rolled down your back.

 “Guys you are miracle workers, thank you so much! I don’t think I’ve ever looked this good even when I was alive!” Spinning in your seat you clap your hands giddily as Velvette giggles with you.

“Now for the outfit babes, then we’ve gotta get some photos of you posing before you go”, pushing you towards the dressing room you spy Valentino aggressively typing on his phone. Strange. But too excited to put on your clothes to give it another thought you barge into the room. A small shriek of excitement escaped your lips as you saw it finally. A black feather bustier with accents of the pink that you are starting to be known for, high waisted black leather pants which flared at the bottom, your favourite black stilettos with the pink bottoms were waiting for you. Pushing Velvette out the room to get ready you wafted away her complaints that she wanted to help you get ready saying you wanted it to be a surprise when you finally were all done up.

Carefully putting on the bustier, wriggling into it into place making sure it hugged your curves and synched your waist in but didn’t expose anything you didn’t want exposing. No nip-slips here people! The leather pants were a little easier to put on but again there was a lot of wriggling and jumping to get them completely up. And men thought we looked sexy putting these outfits on? The heels were the easiest thing to put on thank Lucifer. Slipping on the black choker you check that the little pink sapphire crystal was dangling correctly at the front of your throat, matching bracelet and ring then added. A quick spritz of your favourite perfume on your neck and wrists you were finally ready. Turning around to look in the mirror you grinned happily. Never in a million years did you ever think you would look this good.

Opening the door, you step out into the studio. Velvette and Valentino both talking about something heatedly together with their heads turned so you can’t read their lips. Hmm. Clearing your throat at them both to get their attention. Velvette was the first to look at you, beaming she claps her hands together as Valentino just licked his lips in a flirtatious manner.

“GIRL! You look AMAZING!! Right, we’ve gotta get some pics ready for your Sinstagram – you are gonna be trending tonight!” Suddenly there was a flurry of movement around you, lights blinding you as you were shoved in front of a backdrop. A photographer appeared from behind a big camera, him and Velvette directed you how and where to stand. Blinking in amusement you give your best seductive smile from over your shoulder to the camera, catching Valentino and Velvette watching you intently. Both of their gazes dark, Valentino was puffing aggressively on his cigarette. Blushing at their attention you lower your gaze before winking at them both. Screw it, you were going to have fun tonight! A few more photos turned into hundreds with you in different positions, places and sitting on different things. Your last set was you lying against the pink (you noticed this was a new addition in Vels studio) chaise lounge, back arched and your hair rippling down your back.

When you finally finished with the photographer you grabbed your phone and took a few selfies of yourself while you still had the light. Velvette appeared at your side, pulling your phone down a little you both took a few cute selfies together until a huff was heard from behind you. Smirking at the pouting Overlord you pull him closer by his hand.

“Come on you big baby, you’re gonna have to take the photos though as you’ve got the longest arms” you tease. Velvette clutching your arm on your one side and Valentino with his arms wrapped around your waist on the other you took a few selfies, laughing at how some of them turned out. Though you were having a blast with them both you couldn’t help but miss Vox’s sarcastic comments and charming smile. Shaking that thought from your head you check the time and squeak. It was time to get moving!

Thanking them both for helping you get ready and promising Velvette you would take loads of photos tonight you grab your purse and phone – glancing at the lone coffee left on the table you sigh a little under your breath. It woulda been nice to have seen Vox’s reaction to your outfit. Rolling your eyes at your own thoughts. Jeez y/n get a grip! Walking to the elevator you miss the smirks crossing Vel and Valentino’s faces. If you had, you’d have known you were walking into a big surprise.

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[geotjwrs]

Hi could you write a Tate McRae x Male Reader Imagine where Y/N surprises her during her tour.

Thank you so much in advance.

anywhere for you

Pairings ; Tate McRae x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The hotel room was quiet except for the faint hum of city traffic outside. Tate sat curled up on the couch, staring at the TV but barely processing anything on the screen. She was exhausted—not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, in every way possible. Tour life was everything she had dreamed of, but it was relentless.

City after city. Show after show. Barely enough time to breathe before she had to be on again. She loved performing, loved the energy of the crowd, loved seeing people scream her lyrics back at her. But the in-between moments? The lonely flights, the cold hotel rooms, the nights where she barely got any sleep because she was too wired from adrenaline? Those were starting to wear her down.

She sighed, unlocking her phone to check her messages. The group chat with her friends was blowing up inside jokes, memes, a few blurry pictures from someone’s night out. It was nice seeing them all still having fun, but it also made her feel so far away from everything normal.

And then there was your chat.

Tate clicked on it, scrolling up through your messages from last night. You had called her after her show, like you always did, just to check in. It was late for you, but you never seemed to mind.

“You killed it tonight. I watched the clips, crowd was insane.”

“Miss you.”

“Make sure you actually sleep, okay?”

Tate exhaled, biting her lip. She missed you, too. So much.

She typed out a quick message.

Tate: Wish you were here

You: Me too

Simple. No complaints, no pressure, just honesty.

Her chest ached. She wished she could see you, even for a second, even just to get one of those stupidly warm hugs you always gave. But you had work, and she had shows, and—

A knock at her hotel room door interrupted her thoughts.

Tate frowned, glancing at the time. It was late. Had she forgotten about a meeting?

Dragging herself off the couch, she shuffled over to the door and cracked it open.

And froze.

Because standing right there, hands stuffed into your pockets, was you.

For a solid three seconds, she just stared, brain failing to catch up with what her eyes were seeing.

You gave her a small smile. “Hey, superstar.”

Tate’s breath hitched.

Then, before she could even think, she launched herself at you.

Your arms wrapped around her instantly, warm and strong, holding her like she was something precious. She buried her face in your shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You’re actually here?” she mumbled against your hoodie.

You chuckled softly. “Yeah. Told you I’d visit, didn’t I?”

She pulled away just enough to look at you, still gripping your hoodie like she was afraid you’d disappear. “But you had work, and you didn’t even tell me—”

You shrugged. “Took some time off. Thought you could use a surprise.”

Tate let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the way her lips curled up betrayed her. “Yeah,” she admitted, “I really do.”

You reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing against her cheek. “You look tired.”

She sighed, leaning into your touch without meaning to. “I am tired.”

“Then let’s fix that.”

An hour later, Tate was curled up next to you in her hotel bed, her head resting against your shoulder as the TV played some random movie in the background. She wasn’t even paying attention to it just listening to the sound of your breathing, the steady rise and fall of your chest.

“You didn’t have to come all this way, you know,” she murmured.

You hummed. “I know.”

She tilted her head up to look at you. “But you did anyway.”

“Of course I did.” You ran your fingers gently over her back, tracing slow, absentminded patterns. “You looked like you needed it.”

Tate let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You always know, don’t you?”

You just smiled. “Yeah.”

She sighed again, this time lighter. Everything felt lighter with you here. The exhaustion was still there, lingering in the background, but it didn’t weigh on her the same way.

“I miss you,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“I miss you too,” you admitted. “But I’m here now.”

And that was enough.

For tonight, for this moment having you here was enough.

[liliewrites]

Omg! Omg! Omg! Hiiii!!

*waves the flag aggressively* 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

It's nice to see fellow pinoy here! :DD

I hope summer is treating you well! Is it okay if I request a bassist! Arlecchino and photographer! Reader? I feel like they would be such a cute pair, and imagine if they're in uni or high school and the reader is part of the student publication as a photographer journalist and the school has an event and she would just take dozen pics of arle (not in a creepy way) while she's playing for the School band, omg that would be so cute!

HELLOOOOO OMGG KABABAYAN?? HAHAHAH HALLOO:DD but yes i can see the vision hihi this is so cute, u bet i'll b writing this i love high school teenage sapphics they're so stupidly cute uwahjdwas this is giving mitsuki koga x aya oosawa/marceline x pb/himari kino x yori asanagi vibes i keep gushing about it.

-warning/s ; none, just silly girls in love:D also, i'll be using arlecchino's childhood name to make it less fictiony-ish. i hope all of u don't mind:D also peruere is a cute name..

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men please dni utc)

you'd never admit it, but you were one of those who had a crush on that popular bassist from the local band at your school, nuit rouge.

peruere snezhevna. even her name rolled off your tongue in such a smooth manner. she was beloved all around campus, especially amongst the women as she had such that cool and handsome appeal to her. she was tall, smart, athletic and a bassist with that apathetic cool guy charm to her like in those silly little shoujo animes-- you'd never admit it, but you were a victim of her charms as well. why? well, obviously because she has more than enough admirers already, she'd never notice you. so you decided to just lay low in the background and admire her secretly.

whenever your friends all gush about said bassist, you try to act as uninterested as possible, like you don't know nothing about her. "per.. per who?" you'd ask while looking at your phone just to make your friends stop talking about her to you. like your silly little crush on her, you'd never admit it (even to yourself), but you felt annoyed to hear other girls talk about her.

however, you were part of the school's journalism club, and your assigned category was photojournalism, making you the campus' designated resident photographer. as duty calls, you were tasked to take photos for the upcoming foundation day event. you had to listen to the writers' requests, as it was your task as well to catch the photos they'll be using for their assigned part in the school paper.

right now, you were with one of the news writers, charlotte, taking photos of her and the said local school band. you can remember your good friend's words before she dragged you here before you could even say a thing, "oh, y/n! y/n! come on hurry! i have to interview nuit rogue before the others do, covering them is my one way ticket to the paper's front page!"

so like the good photographer you are, you silently stood in the back, taking photos (with the band's consent, of course) while they talked with charlotte. it was mostly wriothesley who did the talking though.

as you peaked through your camera's lens, maybe you were crazy- but you thought you saw peruere staring back at you. flustered, you looked away for a little, pretending to take a photo of something else (which you probably looked like an idiot doing so, as everyone knows you're taking photos of the band, why were you pointing your camera at the wall?). when you looked back, peruere was talking now, her gaze back on charlotte.

with a breath of relief, you went back to capturing photos of the said band. the lens of your camera lingering on the bassist a bit too longer than you noticed, but she did.

eventually, the time for them to perform had come, just right after lure and 5WIRL. you had the freedom to roam around the stage to take photos, so you did- as your friend charlotte had urged you to do.

you were currently kneeling in front of the stage to hide your presence a bit, letting your camera do it's thing while they perform. multiple names were being screamed, but you were only focused on one thing-- on peruere on your camera.

"kyaaa! childe! look my way, please!"

"wriothesley!! you're so cool!"

you didn't mind their continuous screaming, you were just in the middle of the audience and the band. of course you'd hear all their fanchants and calling of their names. you continued looking through your camera's lens, focusing on peruere that right moment to capture perfect photos of the band members.

"aaaaaaaa, it's the knave! she's so handsome!"

-- for some reason, your ear started to ring in an annoying way, so you quickly and silently walked away from the crowd.

moments later, charlotte grabbed your camera from you to look at the photos. "oh, y/n.. what would i do without you??" she exclaimed, smiling at the photos in your camera. "these photos are all good.. but why are they mostly focused on that.. the knave girl?" she asked and your eyes widened, oh crap- you forgot to hide the other photos you took of her for.. for educational purposes, of course.

quick, y/n! think of a stupid excuse!

"uhm- well, she's famous.. i just thought it'd be good to capture a few extra shots of her." you lied, which charlotte bought almost immediately, much to your relief. "hm, you have a point! she is quite famous amongst the ladies.. i might make a cover story about her!"

you went home after that day, going through the photos in your camera.. to study how you caught the photos this time, of course. you know.. see how you can improve and all, to see your flaws and mistakes. definitely not to look at the photos of peruere that you took.

anyway, you looked at it, and you couldn't help but feel that silly little pang! pang! in your chest. she looked so.. cool. that serious expression on her face as her fingers plucked the string of her bass, you could remember the scene playing vividly in front of you- sweat dripping down her forehead, with her looking down at the fretboard and back at the audience, before singing a few lines.

"y/n, honey! are you in there? it's time for dinner!"

"crap- mom, don't you know how to knock?! i almost dropped my camera!"

you froze for a second, chest heaving from being startled. it wasn't a lie that you almost dropped your camera.

"my bad, dear. you weren't answering.. so i thought you were asleep."

you sighed, looking at your mom apologetically for shouting at her. you placed down your camera and went with her anyway, joining her and your siblings for dinner.

the next day, oh, archons-

the next day was annoying as hell. charlotte's interview with nuit rogue was on the front page as expected, and the three members were the talk of the town once again. you could hear their names buzzing all throughout campus. one of your friends came running to you, oh great, you immediately knew what would be the first thing that'd come out of their mouth.

"y/n! did you see peruere yesterday? she was so coool! surely, you did! you must think she's so cool now, right??"

called it. you sighed, walking with her with a forced uninterested face. "yeah. i was the photographer, of course i'd get to see their performance. upclose, even." you told her, earning you an envious pout and a hit to the shoulder from your friend. "no fair! ugh, you're so lucky.."

were you even? you just got to see her upclose. not like you were able to talk to her. not like she was able to notice you anyway.

you shrugged your friend's whims away and continued on with your day.

you went through your first few classes just as usual, and now you're currently in the comfort room to wash your hands before eating. minding your own business, you were startled when you heard someone talk behind you.

"excuse me, are you.. are you y/n? the photographer..?"

you look behind you and you felt like your heart would once again jump out of your heart (willingly) at the sight of her, peruere. you slowly nod, not exactly sure if you could spit out words. ".. do you hate me?" she asked, much to your surprise. you almost choked on your own spit, hearing that.

"n-no! no no no, i don't.. why- where did you get the idea??"

you panicked, you were nervous at the thought of her thinking that you disliked her when it was really the opposite and the girl in front of you looked somewhat relieved, but she stared at you with curiosity and worry.. but you convinced yourself you were hallucinating. no way, why would she be worried?? "at the foundation day, you were glaring at me. i was just wondering since then if i've ever offended you." she told you, making you almost choke on your spit the second time, where was she getting these ideas??? "p-peruere, no! i wasn't glaring at you.." you exclaimed, leaning back as she leaned in closer, as if studying your face. you looked away, a bit flustered. "peruere..?" you asked, and she sighed as she leaned back again.

"i'm not buying it. you can't even look at me. please, let me make it up to you."

she held out her hand, holding tickets in front of you. "let's go watch a concert together. my treat."

you felt as if your legs had turned to jelly at her words- your crush was offering you to go watch a concert together?? and you were quick to refuse, embarrassed. "no, no! peruere, it's fine. i'm not ma-"

"no, i insist. i'll see you on saturday. send me your location and i'll come pick you up."

she grabbed your hand, placed the tickets in your palm, closed it and smiled at you. maybe you were crazy- but you felt as if she held your hand for a long, long, stupidly long time (she was).

"i don't like it when i offend people, miss y/n. so let me, okay?"

you were just- just taken aback at this point. you felt like you were dreaming. ".. okay, peruere. i uhm, thank you.." you told her. she nodded at your words in approval. "okay. i'll see you around, miss y/n." she politely excused herself and you just realized that she had just let go of your hand when she left.

now you were in bed. staring at the tickets in your hand.

your crush really asked you to go to a concert with her.

it was hard for you to wrap you lovestruck mind around it, and you started rolling around in your bed and kicking your feet like a madman.

"peruere- she really invited me!"

you exclaimed in your pillow, blushing and squealing. in the midst of your screaming and feet kicking fangirling session. your phone buzzed and you immediately picked it up.

@perrie_knave followed you.

@perrie_knave sent you a message.

your eyes widened and you immediately felt like you were about to explode.

what the hell are you going to reply??

a/n ; u win, anon. i love this concept so much. i'm going to start planning. a oneshot isn't enough to justify this. i need silly little girls falling in love. does anyone want to see a socmed au of this?? oh who cares, i'm doing it anyway.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Could you do some modern day Soda headcanons please? I love him so much and I love your blog so much soooooo….

Ok so soda is tricky for me to write but I tried my best!!!

Modern Au Sodapop Headcanons

-Drinks every single energy drink imaginable. Rockstar? Like its water. Prime? For the plot. 5 hour energy? He’ll down it in five seconds. Darry is HORRIFIED.

-Is pretty enough he’s one of those people who becomes moderately famous on TikTok without having to really do much. His followers notice he’s always talking to someone off camera, and they’re desperate to find out who it is, but Soda only ever responds to comments with ‘oh that’s just Stevie, he doesn’t like TikTok’.

-Soda’s followers have a lot of theories about this ‘Stevie’. Soda is weirdly tight lipped about him, despite the fact he often breaks off mid rant in videos to talk to him. There’s also the fact that the rest of the gang is often around/in the background of videos, but the mysterious ‘Stevie’ never appears. (okok I’ll stop here before this becomes a Stevepop social media au)

-Regularly forgets to take his ADHD meds and Darry often has to remind him

-Would either have a hockey flow or a mullet (whatever y’all think, personally I think modern Soda with a hockey flow tracks with his character)

-One of those people who loves horror movies but is also completely terrified of even the dumbest ones and has to sleep with the lights on for weeks afterwards. Steve makes fun of him for it, but will also stay up on the phone with him if Soda watches one by himself and freaks himself out

-Has a million fidget spinners because they actually help him focus on stuff when he needs to

-Soda in modern AU wouldn’t call Ponyboy ‘kid brother’ as a nickname (don’t get me wrong, I love it but Ive never heard it used irl). Instead, I think him and Darry (and thus the rest of the gang) refer to Pony as ‘shrimp’ and Ponyboy absolutely hates it  “where’s the shrimp” “he’s has track practice ‘till four, you of all people should know that Dar” (brought to you by me and my interactions with my own little brothers)

-The whole gang is super into video games, but Soda is kind of shit at them and lowkey grumpy about it

-Every teacher he’s ever had has done that thing where they expect him to be exactly like his older sibling, and therefore expect him to be a model student like Darry, and every time they are proven entirely wrong. By the time the same teachers see Ponyboy’s name on their class lists they’re terrified of what to expect

-He definitely had that horrible middle school boy stage where he just reeked of axe body spray and BO before he figured out proper hygiene

-Every two weeks him and Steve end up doing some sort of YouTube deep dive where they end up being convinced of some sort of wild conspiracy theory that Ponyboy and sometimes Darry have to spend three hours talking them out of

-Uses far too many emojis in texts

-He had a pet hamster once and you know that thing died in the most horrendous way imaginable. Two-bit probably farted into the cage at one point as a joke and the poor thing asphyxiated to death or some shit like that

-He’s that kid in group projects who does nothing and tanks the presentation for everyone by mispronouncing half the words on the slides some other group member made for him

-Him and Steve are so inseparable that when they’re not together people will be like ‘where’s your boyfriend’ and he just answers without thinking before flushing really hard and sputtering a bit. 

-One of those people that casually catches snakes with his bare hands. Steve HATES it and Ponyboy is TERRIFIED of snakes so he gets in trouble with Darry if he does it too often or brings them near the house