#i just have a lot of feelings about. friendship

[oneofreid]

Casual Tendencies

Summary: In which she’s never had an orgasm and he’s willing to please her until she cums. Straight to the point.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Inexperienced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Dry humping, oral (female receiving), explicit language, the usual smut

A/N: so here we go again…bye y’all. my ride is here. (gif by @reidgif) → my other fics are here

“So you’ve never had an orgasm a day in your life?”

You shrugged at his question which was more of a response to your sudden confession. Reverting your attention back to the book that was in your hand. Your body completely sprawled out over the couch in your best friends apartment.

Getting lost in the chapter that your were reading before a hand suddenly pried the book out of your hands. “Reid, what are you-“

“You’ve never had an orgasm before.”

He repeated back to you slowly. Still mind blown at the fact that you’ve never experienced the exhilarating feeling of exploring your body to its full purpose and potential.

“And?”

“Well, it’s typically suggested that the human body have an orgasm at least three times per week. It has a lot of health benefits and by doing that, you’re releasing your body of stress. It can also act as a pain reliever, create dopamine, lower depression, and can even make you nicer-” Spencer began to ramble.

You shook your head, “I don’t see how that’s relevant though.” Slightly gnawing at your lip out of habit since you were growing nervous.

Spencer gulped, suddenly feeling out of place in his own apartment. Yet, the question hung from the tip of his tongue.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head, the air completely being knocked from out of your lungs.

“Spencer…I-I”

“You don’t have to. Please don’t feel like you have to, I’m only suggesting it…as an option, if you want to,” he trailed off. His shy demeanor coming back, realizing he might’ve just fucked up your friendship and relationship for life.

Your heart rate picked up, feeling as if the room was spinning around you. The room suddenly becoming all too hot for you, you might as well have just stripped your clothes off in front of him right then and there.

Closing your thighs together, you grew more aware of the fact that your best friend, the man who you’ve secretly held a crush on for many years, just offered to have sex with you.

“I’m sorry. I know I probably just crossed a huge boundary and ruined our fr-,” Spencer began.

“Okay.”

“What?,” he paused.

“I’ll do…I want you to make me cum.” You uttered, barely above a whisper.

Hardly noticing that Spencer had moved closer to you, his eyes studying your every move. Yet, all you could do was talk down your nerves and doubts that began to arise.

“Hey,” Spencer grabbed your hand to gather your attention, “You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable.”

You turned towards him, his warm and familiar brown eyes still on you. The sunset that beamed from his open window shining a cast on him, illuminating not only his figure but the beautiful features that you grew to love about him.

“I want this.” You had made your decision.

Lifting yourself to straddle his lap, maneuvering your legs to kneel and place yourself on either side of him. The cool leather of his couch adding some much needed support as you felt it dip from your weight.

Spencer looked at you in awe. His heart rate picking up as the gravity of what was about to happen between you two finally settled in.

“You can touch me, Spence. It’s okay,” you leaned in to pur in his ear. All your nerves suddenly being thrown out the window the second your clothed center made contact with his hardening one. His bulge growing at the sight and feel of you.

It’s like the forces between you had finally collided when he found his lips meeting your soft, plump ones. Your lips melting together into one as you moved to run a hand through his brown curls. Tugging slightly which earned a low moan from him.

You smiled into the kiss, suddenly feeling more relaxed and in control. The scent of leather books, peppermint, and a few spritz of luxury cologne filling your nose.

Spencer broke from the kiss, his lips traveling down to explore and pepper kisses alongside your jaw.

“You smell so good,” he complimented you. Your signature scent of vanilla and amber were his favorite pheromones.

“So,” he kissed you, “pretty.”

His big hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt as he began to tug it over your head with one hand. The other one inches above your ass, pulling you closer to him until you were flush against his chest.

Not paying attention as Reid unclasped your laced bra in one swift move. The cool air hit your bare breasts, your nipples hardening at the sudden lack of clothing that you didn’t have on. His hands moved to palm your tits, grabbing one in each hand as he toys with them. Rubbing your nipples in between his long fingers.

You began to grow impatient, realizing that he was still completely clothed. Your body naturally beginning to ache for him as you sat on top of him.

Rocking yourself back and forth, you started to grind against him. Circling your hips, only to press your ass down a bit harder with each roll, onto his clothed dick.

“Fuck,” Reid let out a shaky breathe.

His hands moving to grip your hips to prevent you from moving. “I have a better idea. Lie down,” he instructed.

“But I thought we-,” you began to whine. Feeling your underwear grow soaked by the friction you had just started to ignite.

“We will. Just trust me, honey,” the pet name that fell from his lips causing your cheeks to heat up.

Squealing a bit as he picked you effortlessly up by your thighs, carrying you toward his bedroom. Placing you down gently on his beige comforter before helping you tug your grey sweatpants off.

“Okay love, lie down for me,” you nodded. Doing as he said, the plush and cool material of the comforter hitting your back. Leaning against his pillows for some added support. “Just follow my lead, I will do all the work. You just get to look pretty, okay?”

You nodded again, biting your lip, looking up at his ceiling as you tried to avoid eye contact at all cost. Suddenly growing nervous again at the idea of your best friend seeing you this exposed.

“Hey,” Reid had grabbed onto your knee, “Look at me.”

You obliged, your eyes finally meeting his sincere and concern ones. He began to rub circular pattern on your knee cap as he sat on his, attempting to comfort you.

“If at any point you change your mind and decide that you don’t want to do this, just let me know. Okay?”

Your nerves still getting the best of you, all you could do was offer him a little nod. He was your best friend. Your awfully smart, handsome, charismatic, and charming best friend who you have known. And been in love with for over four years now. So the idea of him seeing you completely naked and head deep into your pussy had you on completely edge.

“Use your words, sweet girl. I got you. I’ll be here to guide you the whole way through. Okay?” He reassured you.

You let out a shaky breathe, managing to get out a small, “okay,” before sinking a bit further into his bed.

Spencer moved crawled closer towards you on his knees, using his large hands to spread your legs open. Your matching lace thong now completely on show for him.

He sucked in a breathe, his own underwear growing incredibly too tight. “You wore this just for me, huh?”

You felt your cheeks grow red again, blushing at his comment. “It’s my favorite pair,” you said sheepishly.

Spencer hummed, not convinced yet all he could do was think about indulging himself into your delicious pussy.

Dipping a finger into the waistband of your underwear, he quickly yanked the thong off. Leaving a full view of your dripping wet cunt just for him. Your folds were soaked, already coated in your arousal. The sight alone was enough to make him go feral.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He gawked.

His eyes set on the beautiful masterpiece in front of him.

Not being able to contain himself any longer, he sunk down further on his knees. Propping himself up so that he was closer to your core yet still at enough eye level for you to see him devour you.

Spencer began to run his lips over your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses along the inner part of them. Using his hand to grip the side of it for extra stability.

He was hungry. And he wanted more.

Your eyes began to squeeze shut, feeling him inch closer and closer towards your core. Growing noticeably more needy and desperate for him by the second. A loud moan finally leaving your own lips as Spencer swiped his tongue across your folds. The sweet yet salty taste being something he could definitely get used to.

Spencer continued his motions, opting to trace intricate and circular patterns with his tongue. Sucking on the skin of your pussy as if it was his last meal. Gripping harder onto your thighs with every lick and pull that you had on his hair.

“Spence….God, fuck. Holy shit.” You panted.

The sight of him on his knees, face deep in you was something you never thought would happen in your wildest dreams. His moans echoed against your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. A sweet lullaby to your ears.

You cried out, “Just like that. You feel so good.” Feeling him hit what you assumed, was your sweet spot, one that sent electrifying surges through your body.

Every flick and swipe of his tongue making you see stars. Your moans filled his ears, listening to the sweet melody that you sung to him. You were loud and he loved it. Feeling satisfied with every reaction he got out of you.

You felt your stomach starting to tighten, growing anxious at this unfamiliar feeling. “Spence-“

He lifted his head from your pussy for a second, saliva and your pre-cum dripping slightly down his chin.

“It’s okay baby, when you feel it, just let go.” He sent you a soft smile, kissing your inner thigh before continuing his work.

Flicking his tongue in circular motions, getting the last few swipes in. As you started to pant more, the coil in your stomach growing even tighter and unbearable. The sudden urge to shut your thighs together yet Spencer held you in place. His brown eyes never leaving yours as he sucked relentlessly on your pussy.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as your core clenched, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation. Before a wave of relief washed over you, your legs began to shake uncontrollably. The room filled with the sound of the moans that left you and Spencer.

Spencer lifted his face to finally meet yours.

Your pussy already becoming wet again at the sight in front of you. Spencer’s long, luscious curls all disheveled from you tugging and pulling on it. His brown eyes fully dilated, anticipating his own high as he looked at you ready to pounce again. Your cum dripped down his chin, licking his lips as he savored every last drop.

Spencer couldn’t help himself from pulling you in for a long, passionate kiss. Already missing the exhilarating feeling of your lips on his. His hands shifted to pull you closer to him, your legs now straddling his lap just like you had done before on his couch. You could taste yourself on him.

“That was,” you breathed.

“Amazing,” he finished, pulling you gently by the neck to deepen your kiss before preparing himself for your next round.

[inkandapex]

In the Slopes

Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter Summary: Lando and Y/N have always been inseparable, but during a snowy getaway with friends, their usual dynamic starts to shift. Unspoken feelings begin to resurface.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: some swearing angst & fluff

Winter isn’t exactly Y/N’s favourite season; she’d much rather be lounging under the warm sun, with her feet in the water and sand tangled in her hair. But alas, Quadrant's annual team-building getaway was set in the snowy slopes of Whistler.

"What could you possibly need this for?" Lando pauses his game and turns in his seat as he hears Max hysterically laughing at the whistle he found in Y/N's luggage.

"Give me that! Why are you two even here? Don't you have to pack your own stuff or something" Y/N whines and snatches the whistle from Max, tossing it across her bedroom.

"Max, be nice. It took a lot of grovelling to get her to agree to be in the video, let alone come with us," Lando laughs, turning back around to focus on his game.

"You better not be messing with my sims Lando, I spent hours building that house from scratch" Y/N sighs as she sits on the floor with a pile of clothes in her arms

"I don't know what you're so worried about Y/N, I'm not the best at skiing either. You'll pick it up quick" Max says as he sits on the floor helping her fold the clothes

"Yeah, remember you did so well when we did that karting video. You even ended up liking it more than you thought you would"

"Alright enough pep talk, i'm not used to you muppets acting so nice. Pizza's here. Norris get your ass off my computer and help me fit all of these into my bag" Y/N stands up as she receives a notification on her phone

Lando sits across from Max as Y/N leaves the room. Max watches his friend attempt to tidily fold a shirt before he lets off a scoff.

"What?"

"Please tell me you're finally telling her this week, I can't keep a secret any longer. P is starting to notice"

"Keep you voice down! And what do you mean P's starting to notice" Lando hisses, leaning back to peek out the door checking if Y/n was anywhere within earshot

"Mate, I get so nervous when she asks about you two! The other day, she asked if you two were together, and I just got all weird and defensive, trying to explain why you'd be hanging out together, when she was clearly just asking cause you both played padel that morning and she needed to ask Y/n about a dress" Max explains, almost out of breath, running his hand across his hair

"You're acting like it's so easy for me. Oh, thanks for being such a great friend for the decade I’ve known you, Y/N. By the way, I have feelings for you—no, scratch that—I’m in love with you." Lando chucks the shirt at Max, rolling his eyes as he lies back on the floor.

"That works"

"Shut up.... I just— its y/n, you know? I fuck this up, everything changes. Its not just about me and her"

"Look, I don’t want to get in your head, but I honestly think she might feel the same way. She shows up to races, she’s there for you whenever you need her, shit your family loves her. You're overthinking this, tell her how you feel. That's a good start"

Lando sits up, propping himself on his elbows, a defeated look crossing his face. "Exactly, she might feel the same way... if she doesn’t, it’s gonna get weird. I can't ruin our friendship like that"

"I can meddle"

"No! No meddling! This ski trip is for the team. When I find the courage to tell her, i will"

"More like when you find your balls..."

"Foods here! Come out here, no eating in my bedroom!" Lando kicks Max's leg just in time for Y/N to announce her return, pizza boxes in hand.

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After a long day of skiing and filming, the group made their way back to the cabin just before sunset, just enough time to unwind before dinner. Y/N sank into the plush sofa by the crackling fireplace, the warmth from the flames making her sigh in relief. Wrapped up in a thick, soft blanket, she leaned back, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone.

"Wanna grab a little snack before dinner? I saw this cute cafe near by" Pietra plops down beside her, laying her head on her lap

Y/N lets out a groan, putting her phone away "P, please i'm so sore. I honestly think you'd have to drag me by my feet for dinner tonight"

"Oh but you did great today. You should've seen Max his first time on the slopes, it was almost sad." P sits up to give y/n some relief

"Where is he anyways? Go ask him to go to the cafe with you- bring me back a muffin while you're at it"

"He’s with his boyfriend, going over clips from today…" Pietra pauses, crossing her legs and narrowing her eyes at Y/N, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Speaking of my boyfriend’s boyfriend—what’s going on between you and Lando?" She leans forward slightly, her gaze sharp and accusing, as if she’s piecing something together.

This makes y/n frown, confusion spreading across her face "Me and Lando? What do you mean?"

"Come on, Y/N," Pietra says with a playful grin, leaning in as she pokes Y/N’s arm. "Ever since the season ended, you two have been hanging out way more. And didn’t you spend Christmas with his family? Oh, and let’s not forget today! On the slopes, he was literally stuck by your side the entire time—he’s usually off showing off or racing with the guys." She wiggles her eyebrows, clearly enjoying the tease, her gaze never leaving Y/N as if waiting for some kind of confession.

Y/N laughs, giving Pietra a gentle shove. "Did you hit your head out there?" she teases.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Lando and I hang out all the time, it’s just that we’ve had more time recently. Plus, it’s not the first time I’ve spent Christmas with the Norris family." She shrugs casually, then continues, her tone softening slightly as she recalls the day. "And as for today, well, it was my first time skiing, and Lando insisted I join the trip to begin with. I guess he just wanted to make sure someone was there to keep me from falling on my face the whole time." She laughs again, shaking her head, clearly not fazed by the teasing, but her explanation still carries a hint of warmth.

"Huh... I could've sworn you were hiding something. I mean even Max acts all weird whenever I bring the two of you up"

"Max? What? About Lando and I?"

"Yeah, he gets all defensive whenever I bring up the two of you," Pietra says with a shrug, her eyes narrowing playfully. "I thought you two finally sucked it up and acted on whatever’s going on between you."

"Whatever's going on?"

"Come on y/n. You clearly have feelings for Lando. You may lie to everyone else but I see through you" Pietra laughs

"I’m— no. Me? Feelings for Lando?" Y/N stutters, her voice faltering as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. She tugs at the edge of her blanket, avoiding Pietra's gaze.

She forces a nervous laugh, but it sounds hollow, the tension in the room thickening. "Yeah, right. No— no, that’s not…" Her sentence fizzles out, her mind racing, but she can’t quite find the right words.

Pietra's jaw drops, her eyes widening in surprise before a sly grin slowly spreads across her face. "Oh my gosh..." she murmurs, her voice rising with the realization. "I was just messing with you, but—" She leans in closer, her smile growing wider as she watches Y/N squirm. "You do have feelings for him!"

Y/N's heart skips a beat, the words hitting her harder than expected. Was it that obvious? Did everyone see it? The weight of it all settles heavily on her, her stomach flipping in a way that both unsettles and excites her. "No, I—" she starts, but her voice is barely a whisper, unsure of what to say next.

"Y/N!" Pietra exclaims, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and excitement. "He obviously feels the same way. Why else would Max be acting like that whenever I ask about you two?"

Y/N's stomach tightens, a wave of nervous energy making her insides churn. Could it be? Was it really possible that Lando felt the same way about her? Her heart skips at the thought, but then the doubts creep in, drowning out any sense of hope. No, he couldn’t possibly... Lando was Lando, the guy who was always surrounded by people, always the center of attention, effortlessly charming everyone around him. And she... she was just Y/N. Just a friend.

He only sees me as a friend. The words loop in her mind. Nothing more than that. They’d always been friends, nothing had ever suggested anything different, right? She feels a strange tightness in her throat, as if even acknowledging the possibility of something more would shatter the delicate balance they’d always had.

"Oh, honey, I’m sorry," Pietra says softly, her tone shifting as she notices the distant look in Y/N's eyes.

"I didn’t mean to make it weird," she adds, her voice softening. "But you know, everyone’s been kind of... wondering." Her eyes meet Y/N’s, a mix of empathy and understanding in them, as if offering a lifeline in the middle of the uncertainty.

Y/N lets out a laugh, shaking her head as she looks at Pietra. "You're just saying that to make the voices go away," she teases, trying to deflect, though her tone carries an edge of nervousness.

Pietra grins, unfazed. "No, seriously! A few of the newer people on the team genuinely thought you two were a thing when they first joined Quadrant." She leans back, raising an eyebrow as she watches Y/N's reaction, knowing full well that the thought might have crossed her mind too. The comment lingers, like an unspoken truth that makes the room feel a little smaller.

The sound of footsteps coming from the stairs behind them makes both Y/N and Pietra turn their heads in sync.

"You're not getting ready yet?" Max says, his voice teasing but with a hint of impatience. "Our reservation's in an hour, and we're starving. We can't be late."

He walks down the stairs with Lando trailing just behind him, moving toward the two on the sofa. Max leans down, planting a gentle kiss on Pietra's head as he passes, a small smile tugging at his lips. Lando follows closely, his gaze briefly flickering to Y/N before he glances away, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere shifts again, subtle but charged, as everyone feels the undercurrent of what’s unspoken.

"We might have to drag Y/N by her feet to the restaurant—her words, not mine," Pietra laughs softly, her voice playful as Max sits beside her, pulling her closer for a quick cuddle.

This catches Lando’s attention, and he pushes away from the counter in the kitchen, his footsteps quick and purposeful as he strides across the room toward the couch. He stops just short of them, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. "Why? What’s wrong? You feeling okay?" he asks, his tone laced with genuine care, though his usual confident swagger seems a little softer.

"No—yeah, I’m okay, just sore, really," Y/N says, her voice a little shaky as she forces a smile at Lando. "I’ll be fine. P, we should get ready."

She stands up quickly, giving Lando a brief but reassuring smile before turning towards the stairs. As Y/N begins to head up, Pietra stands too, shooting Max a knowing look that doesn’t go unnoticed. Max raises an eyebrow, but Pietra simply follows Y/N up the stairs.

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Dinner went by smoothly, the lively chatter and laughter around the table giving Y/N the perfect distraction from the lingering thoughts she’d been trying to push away. Lando’s presence felt comforting, like a steady anchor, though she couldn’t help but notice the occasional glance he threw her way—just enough to keep the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, but not enough to make her feel overwhelmed. For now, she was content to enjoy the evening, letting the connection with her friends fill the space that her doubts had briefly occupied.

Y/N lies on her bed, the soft glow from her phone casts a faint light across the room, but her mind is still tangled in the conversation earlier. She barely notices the time passing until a soft knock at her door pulls her attention away.

She sits up quickly, smoothing her hair back, and calls out, "Come in."

Lando slips into her room quietly, a bottle of water in his hands. He stands at the foot of the bed "Hey, sorry, were you about to sleep?" he asks, his voice gentle but with an undercurrent of concern.

"No, you're good," Y/N replies with a small laugh "Just on my phone... struggling to sleep, honestly." She smiles up at him, her eyes warm as she pats the space beside her. "What's up?"

Lando hesitates for just a moment, he crosses the room and sits down, the familiar weight of his presence settling next to her. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out a small pill bottle, offering it to her along with the water bottle.

"Painkillers," he says, his tone casual but with an underlying kindness. "Thought you could use some if you want to be able to hit the slopes again tomorrow. We’re doing the sled race, remember?"

Y/N lets out a relieved sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she takes the pill from him, followed by a sip of water. "Thank you," she says, her voice soft. "I can’t believe I forgot to pack some."

Lando waves it off with a small grin. "All good," he says, his eyes meeting hers briefly. "Take one tomorrow before we head out too if you're still hurting."

She nods, feeling the knot in her shoulders start to loosen. The warmth of his presence is more comforting than she expected, and for a moment, the weight of everything else melts away.

"Do you fancy an ice cream?" Lando asks, a mischievous smirk creeping across his face as he nudges Y/N gently with his elbow.

Y/N raises an eyebrow at him, laughter bubbling up in her chest. "Ice cream? It’s almost midnight— and, uhmm... oh right, it's freezing outside," she says, her voice light with amusement. She shakes her head, grinning at his antics, but the playful glint in his eyes makes it clear he’s not giving up on the idea so easily.

Lando shrugs dramatically, the smirk never leaving his face. "Who says you can’t have ice cream in the middle of the night?" he teases, nudging her again as if trying to convince her to join his impromptu late-night mission.

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The two walk back to the cabin, their laughter echoing in the crisp night air as they reminisce about the day’s adventures. Every so often, their arms gently brush against each other, the shared warmth a quiet comfort between them.

"Aren’t you glad I made you come up here?" Lando says, a playful gleam in his eye. "Next year, you could even try snowboarding" He wiggles his brows at Y/N, his voice teasing as if he’s already picturing her falling all over again.

Y/N groans dramatically, her breath visible in the cold night. "Can't we just go to the beach or somewhere warm that doesn’t require me to fight for my life and fall on my ass every couple of meters?" She stops walking, planting her feet firmly in protest, her face scrunched in exaggerated annoyance.

Lando laughs, his eyes twinkling as he glances at her. "Come on, you big baby," he teases, reaching for her hand and pulling her gently toward the cabin. "Let’s get inside. Your nose is so red."

Y/N huffs but lets him pull her along, the warmth of his hand in hers making her forget the cold. She can’t help but smile, even if she’d never admit how much she enjoyed their little banter.

They stand just outside Y/N's door, Y/N looks up at him with a playful smirk, her arms crossed loosely in front of her. "Thank you for tonight," she says with a hint of warmth in her voice. "Though if I wake up with a cold tomorrow, I’m blaming you and your ice cream escapade."

Lando chuckles, his eyes softening as he leans against the doorframe, his smile lazy but genuine. "I’ll be sure to nurse you back to health," he says, his voice low and easy, but with an undertone of sincerity. "I’ll be across the hall if you need me."

For a moment, neither of them speaks. Silence hangs in the air, a tension growing, subtle but undeniable. Their eyes meet and linger, flicking back and forth between each other's lips, the space between them feeling smaller with every passing second.

Lando’s breath catches slightly as he notices the way her lips part just a fraction, and Y/N, almost without realizing, shifts a little closer, the energy between them thickening.

Y/N takes a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her jacket as she glances at Lando. “Lando... I— I’ve been thinking about us—” Her voice is quieter than she meant it to be.

Lando’s eyes widen in a split-second of panic, and he quickly cuts her off, almost too quickly. “Us? About us?” His tone is a little too sharp, his expression tight, as if he’s bracing himself for something.

Y/N freezes, but then gathers her thoughts, forcing herself to look him in the eye. “Yes, our relationship—” She bites her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she takes a step forward.

Lando blinks rapidly, trying to process her words. “—our relationship?” His voice cracks slightly, and his gaze shifts to the floor before quickly snapping back to hers.

Y/N nods, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. “Yes, well, no, I mean, our relationship as friends, of course!” She laughs nervously, her voice trailing off, trying to downplay the growing knot in her stomach.

Lando lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Yeah, of course... uhmm, what about it?”

Y/N’s heart sinks a little, but she tries to push through the discomfort. “I just… I don’t know, Lando. I’ve been wondering if maybe we’re both feeling the same thing, you know? About... more than just friendship?” Her voice falters at the end, uncertainty creeping in.

Lando’s face flushes slightly, and he takes a step back, a defensive edge to his tone. “Oh well I mean, yeah we’re good friends, right? Best friends even, you and Max.” He says it quickly, almost too quickly, his words stumbling over themselves as if he's trying to convince himself just as much as her.

The silence that follows feels like an eternity. Y/N looks away, her stomach sinking, the words she was about to say hanging heavy in the air between them. She clears her throat, trying to force a smile, but it feels like it’s made of glass, fragile and thin. “Right,” she says softly, her voice almost too quiet. “I get it.”

Lando stands there for a moment, his expression caught somewhere between relief and regret. He can feel the weight of the situation, but he’s not sure what to say next. He couldn't bring himself to tell her how he really felt. "You... feel that way right? I mean you see me as your best friend?" he says quickly, reaching out as if to comfort her, but stopping short when he realizes how awkward it feels. "Maybe even your bestest friend, even over Max or P" Lando lets out a nervous chuckle in the attempt to ease the uneasiness filling the air.

Y/N nods, her eyes not meeting his. “Yeah, of course. Max isn't even top 3. Hey, I’m gonna head in and get some rest.” y/n attempts to return the banter as she turns slightly, her hand already on the doorknob, her pulse still racing from the conversation.

She pauses at the door, giving him a quick glance over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Goodnight, Lando," she says softly before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Lando stands there for a moment, his hand still lingering in the air, unsure of whether he should follow her or just walk away. After a few moments, he sighs, shaking his head as he walks back toward his own room, the unspoken tension lingering in the silence of the hallway.

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Lando laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, the thoughts of the conversation with Y/N replaying over and over in his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling of regret, the missed opportunity to tell her how he really felt. Every time he closed his eyes, her face kept coming back to him, the look in her eyes that made him realize he might have just ruined everything by not saying what he’d wanted to say.

The sun was barely up when Lando found himself standing in the hallway, his heart racing as he made his way to Max and P's room.

"Max, you've got to get up, mate," Lando whispered urgently, his voice low but insistent, shaking Max awake.

Max let out a groan, his eyes barely open as he tried to make out his friend’s figure in the dim light of the room, the sun just starting to peek through the closed curtains. "What? Lando. What time is it?" His voice was thick with sleep.

"It’s... it’s early, I know. But I need to talk. I can’t stop thinking about it, mate. I messed up."

Max rubbed his eyes, finally managing to sit up, his confusion turning into concern. "Wait, what happened?" He yawned and stretched, still groggy but fully aware that Lando was rarely this urgent unless something serious was going on.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, pacing a little as he tried to find the words. "I didn’t tell her how I really feel, Max. And now I’m just stuck. I can’t stop thinking about it. I— I think I might’ve blown it." His voice was strained, frustration seeping through every word.

Max sat up straighter now, fully awake as he processed his friend's words. “Wait you’re talking about Y/N, right?” He rubbed his face, trying to make sense of Lando’s sudden shift in mood.

Lando paused, looking at Max, his face tight with the weight of everything. “She brought it up, she asked about us- our friendship and I just froze. I panicked, Max. I said I think she's my best friend, my closest friend and if you could've seen the look on her face... now I don’t know what to do. It’s messing with me."

"You idiot" a sharp toned voice makes the two look to the other side of the bed, a once sleeping P has now pulled her eye mask off, a dissatisfied look on her face. "She obviously likes you too Lando. You two are just too scared of actually facing how you truly feel. I literally had her confess to me last night before dinner"

Lando blinked in surprise, the realization hitting him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Max, on the other hand, sat back with an amused expression, taking in the scene unfolding before him.

"Wait—what?" Lando managed after a beat, completely caught off guard.

Max let out a heavy sigh, his tone softening. "Lando, you’ve been dodging it for how long now? What did you expect? That she’d just magically figure it out? You’ve got to be honest with her, mate. If you really feel something for her, you can’t just pretend it’s nothing. You owe her the truth".

Lando nodded, taking in his friend’s words. "Yeah, you're right. I just... don’t want to mess things up more than I already have."

Max shook his head, a knowing look on his face. “You’ve got to take the chance, mate. Just... talk to her. Don’t wait any longer. I can't even begin to think about whats going on in her head right now- you pretty much shut her down”

Lando sat back down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face in frustration. “I don’t know what to say. What if she doesn't believe me— I don't want her to think i'm playing with her feelings on purpose, it was a genuine lapse of judgement I panicked.”

"Well, that’s the risk, isn’t it?" Max replied, his voice matter-of-fact. "But at least you’ll know for sure. The worst thing you can do is keep holding back. You’re already in deep, mate. Just go for it."

Lando sat silently for a moment, taking in Max’s advice, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety swirling inside him. He knew Max was right, but it didn’t make it any easier. With a long sigh, he stood up from the bed, a new sense of determination in his steps.

“Alright,” Lando said, giving Max a look of appreciation.

Max gave him a reassuring nod. "Just don’t overthink it."

Lando nodded, heading for the door. Before he left, he turned back to P speaking up as she put her eye mask back on. “You know, if it goes horribly wrong, I’m gonna kick your ass for hurting her.”

Max chuckled, leaning back into the pillows. “Yeah, i'd take that as motivation to fix this. Go get her, Lando.”

As Lando walked down the hallway, his mind was set. He couldn’t let another day go by without telling Y/N how he felt. It was now or never.

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Lando had been pacing around the kitchen for what felt like hours, trying to gather his thoughts. Max and P walk towards him, the nervous energy was starting to crawl back under his skin.

"Have you guys seen—" he started, but P immediately cut him off, her tone firm yet surprisingly quiet.

"What did you do?" she asked, a knowing look in her eyes as she crossed her arms. "I thought you left our room this morning ready to fix things between the two of you."

Lando's mouth went dry, his words caught in his throat. He shifted from foot to foot, suddenly feeling like he was fifteen again and in trouble with his parents. "I tried, I peeked in her room and she was sleeping and I felt bad i didn't want to wake her. I came back a few hours later she wasn't in her room" His voice was a little shaky, and his hands fumbled with the sleeve of his jacket as he tried to avoid their eyes.

P raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. "So you didn’t do it? That's why she won't leave her room" crossing her arms even tighter, clearly not buying his half-hearted excuse. "You’re seriously going to stand there and tell me you didn’t even try again?"

Lando swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling in. "I... I didn't know she was back. I don't even know where she went this morning— wait she won't leave her room?"

"She said she's feeling sick and that she caught a cold but she's clearly been crying. Lando she won't even tell me about what happened last night, she's hurting"

Max, who had been listening quietly. "Mate, you’re a mess," he said, sitting down on the counter with his arms crossed, his tone matter-of-fact. "You’ve been overthinking this for months now. It’s honestly exhausting. Now you've managed to drag her into this mess."

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his frustration clear.

Max gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "Mate, you’re already screwing it up by not talking to her. Go up there and fix it"

P stepped forward, her voice a little gentler now, but still firm. "Just go talk to her. Tell her exactly how you feel. You’ll either get your answer, or you won’t. But you can’t keep pretending like nothing’s going on."

With a deep breath, he nodded. "I’ll go talk to her. Try to occupy the rest of the team while we're gone" He straightened up, trying to shake off the nervousness that had settled in his stomach like a knot.

Max smiled, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out. And Lando?" he called as he started to head for the door.

"Yeah?" he turned back, his mind already racing with what to say to her.

"Don’t come back until you’ve told her. And if you screw it up, you’re buying us dinner for a week" Max said with a wink.

Lando shot him a look, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "I’ll keep that in mind," he muttered, and with one final deep breath, he turned to head toward Y/N’s room.

This time, there was no turning back.

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Another knock echoes through the room, causing Y/N to stir in her blanket cocoon. She sniffles and clears her throat, trying to hide the evidence of a long night’s worth of tears.

"P, I told you I’ll be fine. I don’t want anyone catching my cold. You guys go have fun," she calls out, her voice thick with exhaustion.

"It’s me," Lando’s voice filters through the door, catching Y/N off guard. She sits up quickly, her heart racing—what on earth could he want now?

Y/N hurriedly wipes at her face, but the mirror doesn’t lie. Her eyes are swollen, her cheeks streaked with dried tears, and her nose is a fiery red. She exhales in defeat.

With a soft groan, she cracks the door open "I already told Max and P I won’t be joining you guys," she says quietly, her voice heavy with guilt. "I’m really sorry, Lando. You should go... Everyone else is probably waiting."

Lando’s gaze softens, his brow furrowing as he steps closer, his tone gentle but knowing. "You’re upset about last night."

"I don’t know why I said what I said, but that’s not how I really feel," Lando insists, his voice laced with frustration, but the sight of the frown etched on Y/N’s face only deepens his anxiety.

Y/N’s gaze drops to the floor, her voice barely above a whisper, soft and tinged with hurt. "She told you, didn’t she?" The words feel like a weight she can’t shake off. She never imagined P would share something so personal, and now, she feels more exposed than ever.

Lando hesitates, shifting uncomfortably. "Yes, well… technically, she overheard me talking to Max about last night and—"

"You told Max about last night?" Y/N interrupts. She lifts her gaze, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What, me trying to confess my feelings for you and you immediately dismissing it wasn’t embarrassing enough? You had to go tell Max?"

“Y/N, no! That’s not what I—" Lando stammers. He takes a breath, gathering his courage. "I like you. I’ve liked you for months now. Max was the only person I’ve told.” The confession spills out before he can stop it, and for the first time, a sense of relief washes over him.

Y/N’s expression falters, a deep frown settling on her face as she tries to process his words. "Don't do that... please," she says softly, almost pleading. Her voice cracks slightly as she shakes her head. "You don’t have to lie to make me feel better about this." She struggles to fully comprehend what he’s just said.

"But I'm not lying!" Lando insists, his voice filled with urgency. His hands shake as he tries to convey the truth, the weight of his feelings finally spilling out. "For months, I’ve been debating whether or not to act on it. I didn’t know if you felt the same way... I didn’t know what I’d do if you didn’t." He reaches out, his hand trembling as he gently tries to take hers, hoping for a sign that she might believe him.

Y/N is still caught in the confusion of it all, but as his hand brushes against hers, something settles in her chest. The warmth of his touch brings a surprising sense of comfort, and she swallows back the confusion that’s been choking her. "But... last night?" she asks quietly, her voice shaky.

Lando’s eyes soften, and he looks down, clearly conflicted. "I panicked," he admits, his words coming out in a rush. "You bringing up how we might feel about each other was the last thing on my mind. Fuck, I didn’t even think it was possible. All the scenarios I made in my head were about how I’d finally tell you... how much I wanted to be with you." He looks up at her then, vulnerable and raw, his expression filled with regret. "I was just so scared you wouldn’t feel the same."

Y/N takes a deep breath, her chest tight with emotion. She finally meets Lando's gaze, and the moment their eyes lock, it’s as if time slows. The words that have been tangled in her mind for so long finally slip free, and she whispers, "I do... feel the same way."

A small, almost hesitant smile begins to form on Lando’s face. It’s the kind of smile that tells her he’s been holding his breath, waiting for this moment, unsure if he’d ever hear the words he desperately needed to hear. His eyes soften as he takes a step closer, and for a moment, everything feels like it’s falling into place.

Lando’s hands gently cup her face, his touch tender and careful, as if she’s something precious he’s afraid of breaking. His thumbs lightly brush against her cheeks before he reaches up to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. He lets his fingers linger there for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin under his touch, before his hand gently rests on the side of her neck.

There’s a quiet intensity in the air now, a shared understanding that neither of them wants to break.

Lando’s smile widens ever so slightly, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone in a way that sends a warm shiver down her spine. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that," he says softly, his voice still tinged with disbelief, as though he can’t quite believe this is happening.

Lando leans in, his forehead gently resting against hers, as if allowing the moment to sink in. There’s no rush, no need to fill the space with words anymore. All that’s left is the feeling between them—a feeling that says more than words ever could.

Lando’s breath catches as he hovers just inches from her face, his gaze flickering between her eyes and her lips. In a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs, “I’m going to kiss you now.” his breath warm against her skin.

Y/N’s lips curl into a soft smirk, her eyes glinting with a mix of playfulness and something deeper. “About time,” she teases, her voice light, but there's a knowing edge to it. “For an F1 driver, you're quite slow.”

Lando’s eyes flash with amusement, a soft laugh escaping him as he shakes his head. “You’re lucky I really like you,” he responds, his voice warm with affection and the lingering hint of a smile. Before she can say another word, he closes the gap between them, his lips brushing gently against hers.

The kiss is slow at first, a gentle exploration, as if both of them are savouring the moment that’s been so long in the making. Lando’s hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her a little closer as the kiss deepens, a surge of relief and longing finally being released between them. For all the uncertainty, the teasing, the games—they’re here now, and everything else fades away.

[fanzou]

Hi!! could you write about sanji dating someone whose old partner only cared about their own happiness (sexually and non sexually) and she starts believing thats how a relationship is supposed to work. sanji shows her it’s not supposed to be like that

Spoil Me!

✗ Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x Fem!Reader

✗ Summary: Sanji shows you how to be selfish for a change.

✗ Total WC: 4.4K

✗ CW: Angst, Reader being in a manipulative relationship before Sanji, SMUT, Sanji calls reader lots of pet names, Reader cries in good and bad ways (let me know if I missed any), fluff, Nami smacks your butt (my personal favorite part)

✗ A/N: I always see this prompt with other writers and got super anxious just cuz it could get angsty, but I feel that I did somewhat of a good job with this. I’m happy with it! So… enjoy, and thank you so much for this request!

It’s been 2 months since you and Sanji had established yourselves romantically.

Ever the romantic, Sanji had always done things different with you. Everything was equal, everything was amazing. Everything felt right in his mind. You’d help him with the dishes, you’d help do his laundry, hell—sometimes he’d let you help prepare his favorite dishes with him to serve to the crew. Of course, there had been a select few things that were off limits, like paying for the bill, which he always had you covered, it was but a friendly gesture. You’d return the favor the next time you guys went out, even if he almost fought the waiter about it. (You couldn’t help yourself!)

When it was absolutely pouring and Sanji saw you hadn’t brought a coat in preparation, there was no hesitation in giving his up for you, but you insisted that you and him could both get underneath the coat like an umbrella, and he swore he fell in love with you all over again right then.

Even though he always liked the idea of being the one to take care of his partner, this was something different, something new. He’d grown to appreciate it—the equal friendship you’d shared. And when he realized his new and profound love for you, he felt unstoppable. Suddenly he wanted everything to do with you, and less to do with anything else. It was like he was attached to your hip. Wherever you went he wasn’t so far behind.

So it was a surprise to no one when you both finally decided to get together. He was ecstatic, the smile on his face couldn’t be wiped away for days.

And then it came crashing down.

exhibit A.

You’ve done this 3 nights in a row.

“My heart, you don’t have to worry about the dishes tonight, okay? I’ve already washed and dried them all, just get some rest.” You kiss his cheek and walk away, presumably to your room.

When the door closes, he finally settles back into reality, what he experienced could only be described as shock. He thought it was just a coincidence the first two nights. Maybe you just wanted to go to sleep a little earlier, but Sanji can’t help but feel a pang in his heart. Though it might seem like a boring little chore to an outsider, there was something that filled his heart about being able to do the dishes with you. It was so much more intimate. There was something about being side by side with you, talking and chatting about how your day went, asking you about the crew, if you did anything special that day. It was the little things for him, and he couldn’t relish in his favorite part of the day because of whatever reason you wanted to finish the dishes as early as possible.

You laughed into his shoulder while he told you something funny he encountered that day, “Sanji, that’s crazy!” Your laugh was so bright. Oh, how he loved to hear your sweet laugh, and this was one of those moments he could relish in it with no disruption.

Another time, you’d tease and get some soap on his cheek and he’d rebuttal by getting you a little wet. He giggled at your gasp and put down the wet dishes for a second and put his wet hands around your hip. You didn’t mind, never. You grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss while his hands soaked your shirt and pants. It was absolute heaven to him, and he didn’t want it any other way.

Surely he hadn’t done something wrong, that had to be impossible. Given your body language, and the way you leaned into him, everything was fine on his part.

He turns around and twists the door knob to the kitchen to follow you to your room, and makes a quick turn to your door.

He opens it and there you are, already dressed in your night gown, ready to sleep. You look exhausted, he looks at you in what you can almost make out to be a pitiful expression. “Is everything alright, sweetheart?” He walks towards you carefully and lifts your hand into his, and contrary to your tired expression, he can tell you try your utmost to keep an enthusiastic attitude, “Of course! There’s nothing to worry about. You should go to bed Sanj’.” You squeeze his hand, “I don’t want you to be tired.”

A silence falls, until you continue, “Something bothering you? Do you want me to come to bed with you? So you can sleep?”

Even though you meant well, and to anyone else it would seem thoughtful— the words you had uttered were far from reassuring to him.

exhibit B.

It was a special day, a very special one. Something that you almost didn’t want to celebrate, for whatever reason, but with the way it made Sanji so happy to be able to participate in, you couldn’t help but let him have it.

“Happy Birthday!” The crew says in unison. They just got done singing the most off beat and terrible rendition of what they thought was the happy birthday song, and you loved it. the three layer cake was decorated in the most gorgeous pink you had ever seen. Complimented by pink pearls on the sides with what you can only assume to be the most attentive detail, prepared by your one and only. It was thoughtful, almost so thoughtful that there was a guilt forming in your stomach. Nami picks some frosting off the top and swipes it onto your nose, to which you cutely stare at the middle of your face. She licks the residue off her fingers and in satisfaction, she yells to the cook, “Wow Sanji, this is amazing!” His smile softens when he hears her words. “I’m almost jealous. Where was all this for my birthday?”

“Now hurry up and cut the birthday girl a slice before I eat this entire thing!” Luffy exclaims, and everyone is quick to start arguing with him. “Don’t you dare, you idiot!” Nami yells.

You can only laugh, “My slice? That belongs to Sanji!”

The commotion comes to a silence and everyone looks at you, most of them with confused expressions or blank one’s. Sanji doesn’t understand what you meant, and neither did the others so you continue, “It’s important that he gets the first slice, I almost feel bad that I made you prepare such an amazing cake, I couldn’t possibly be the first one to eat it.”

There was an awkward silence, but he decided to break it. “Darling… it’s your cake. I made it especially for you.” You thought about it for a moment, long and hard, before a memory came back to you:

Y’know I bought this cake for you, so it’s only fair that I get the first piece. A bit selfish of you to try to hog it all up, sweetheart. A woman should always serve her man first, ever heard of that? The voice rings through your ears and you shudder.

You scratch your neck and look off to the side, “I was always taught that it was bad manners for me to take the first slice, please Sanji, would you do me the honors?” You look a little nervous to even be saying that. The swordsman answers before he or anyone else can, “Bad manners? Never heard that one before.” He says before taking a sip of his drink. It would be completely unlike Sanji to ever participate in such a tradition, it would be no exaggeration to say that it made him mildly uncomfortable. But because of the way you look at him with pleading eyes, albeit hesitantly—he cuts himself the first piece, and then the rest for everyone else.

“Alright!” Luffy licks his lips. “Let me know if anyone doesn’t finish theirs!”

“I hope you enjoy it, my love.” You say to him with your hand cupping his face. His eyes widen for a split second.

He doesn’t miss the sad look in your eyes.

exhibit C.

This was something you couldn’t do very often with being on the waters almost all of the time, and when you were on ground there was always a quick and rising conflict that had to be dealt with, so it was difficult for you and your lover to get some alone time.

And the restaurant was absolutely fabulous, violin music playing in the back, the red and orange lights that illuminated the environment were calm and not overbearing, they were dimmed just right to fit the seductive atmosphere that you and Sanji both basked in. The food was amazing as well, something he couldn’t say about many restaurants. He wasn’t crazy about this island, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some great food here.

“You look beautiful, dear. This dress is absolutely perfect on you.” Sanji says simply, but it dusts a blush on your face, one that he wishes he could see, but the ambient light does good to mask it, much to his disappointment. He liked leaving you flustered. “You look handsome, but you know that.”

“I like to hear it from you. ‘Makes me feel like I’m the luckiest man alive.” He purrs. You don’t miss the way his feet glide against yours, and the hungry look he gives you.

Like he almost wants to take you then and there. And suddenly the mood changes—from romantic to sexual. There’s a certain glimmer in his eyes that you want to get familiar with, but this is a restaurant, and he had enough food. “I think we should get out of here, my love.” Not taking his gaze from yours, “I’m hungry for something else.”

“I paid the bill already, baby, so we can bounce whenever you want.” You say with an eagerness in your tone, trying to match his energy.

Sanji looks nothing like he did a second ago, he’s confused and almost surprised, sad and angry all at the same time. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen. He didn’t want you to pay, that’s far from what he wanted you to do. He wanted to pay the bill, and then take you to the nearest hotel and make you feel special. “What do you mean you paid?” His tone is stern now.

“Sanj’, I was taught that it was bad manners to have a man— y’know… pay… ‘cause they do all the work. Y’know? And…” you continue, but Sanji cancels your voice out for a second. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, you don’t want to look at him anymore, in fear of what he would say to you. You thought you had done the right thing but it probably wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied.

It’s all the same.

Honestly, he didn’t care about whatever bullshit manners anyone’s ever taught you. It’s something that he didn’t approve of. Sanji digs his hand in his hair, he’s frustrated. He loves you, he really does. But this is suuuuch a turn off. As a friend he could take you paying the bill after his countless times doing so, despite his absolute reluctance in letting you do it. It was much more different now that you were finally together. He didn’t want to be upset with you, perhaps you misunderstood, that was all. Your anxiety grew as Sanji stayed quiet, you could tell he was frustrated and you didn’t understand why. No worries, it’s nothing you hadn’t seen before.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll make you feel good tonight if you’ll let me?” You say with hopeful eyes, and his gaze finally meets yours, but you quickly realize that it’s not enough to satisfy his needs, he just looks at you with a pitiful expression like he had the other few instances you suggested something like this. “My love… if you’ll let me be honest. I don’t really care about whatever dumb manners you had to learn growing up or whoever ingrained those dumbass ideologies into your pretty little head.” He takes your hands, “You’re with me, and I want to be able to make you feel like the most special girl alive.”

You were nervous, and you felt like your nails digging into your palm were bound to break through skin soon, you chewed anxiously on your bottom lip with your brows furrowed. Should you tell him? The last couple weeks of establishing your relationship was nothing short of a fantasy, but you didn't let yourself enjoy it like you wanted to in fear of coming off as selfish.

Would you be able to get the bill this time, babe? I'm a little short.

Ahh, short again. Well I did buy you that one thing... So you can maybe think of this as your payback!

I do enough for our relationship. You can pay this time, don't be greedy.

"Sanji..." you trail off, looking down at your lap once again, "The last guy I was with, he insisted that I did every thing, but the more I'm with you the more that I realize that it was probably very unnatural, to do everything for him. And I'm sorry, but I'm just now learning that." a tear trickles down your cheek. "I'm learning to unlearn this stuff, and I need your help."

He's no longer frustrated, but he can hear his heart break in his chest.

"I'll be here with you, my love. Every step of the way."

the breakthrough

It’s pushing 90 degrees today on the Sunny, and it goes without saying; everyone and everything is hot, scorching even. On days like this, or, who was he kidding? Any day, Sanji will whip up something to help the ladies feel better about any nasty weather they’re in, and while you three bask in the sunlight in your guys’ bikini’s. He loved the sight. And he most certainly hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all day.

You sported a 2-piece, the bottom half barely covered by some unbuttoned jean shorts and because of how hot it was out, there was a thin layer of sweat that coated your form which helped accentuate every curve of your body. He watched from a distance for most of the day, almost avoiding you in fear of pouncing on you in front of everyone. You were so sexy, and he almost felt perverted like this.

He had brought over some drinks for you and Nami and Robin to help somewhat alleviate the heat you had all felt, and you three thanked him kindly, but you noticed that same glint in his eyes, the same from the night at the restaurant. A super-duper mischievous one, and you promised you’d familiarize yourself with it. You wanted so desparately get up and take him to your bedroom and let him have his fun-- but you stopped yourself, like Sanji wanted; you to enjoy your time with the girls and not to worry about anything he was making in the kitchen, what he had to clean up, that fun stuff.

“He’s practically devouring you with those eyes he’s giving you.” Robin speaks, and it leaves you a little embarrassed, laying your head down onto the beach towel, he hasn’t been so discreet about the way he was ogling you.

“Yeah well, ‘second I’m done with this drink we’ll see where it takes us.” The girls giggle, and you clink your glasses together in a silent cheers. In truth, you were nervous, but you did well to mask it. “He’s one lucky guy!” Nami says, playfully smacking your butt.

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Finally, he has you all to himself.

You guys are making out in his bed, and he’s so hard he could die. You’re palming him through his shorts and he moans into your mouth. “Fuck, baby.” At this point your jean shorts were easily discarded onto the floor while he slowly but surely makes his way to untying your bikini. He wants it all off. And he’s not shy about it. “Finally.” He makes work of untying your top piece, and you get lost in pleasure. Your tits are even prettier than he thought, and he licks your bud before starting to suck on it. You already feel your heat pooling through your lower piece. “Th-at feels so… so good Sanji. Yes…” You’ve never felt so sensitive, but with the way Sanji was attacking your breasts all while caressing your hips, coupled with the heat, it felt like so much at one time.

Before you get lost in the absolute euphoria that is Sanji, you become aware of one fact,

This simply just isn’t about you. Those words ring like a bell in your head in the midst of the pleasure, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you let Sanji do all the work? It was so selfish of you to let yourself think that you could relish in this. After all, it’s all about him. Only, about him.

Women aren't even meant to cum, so don't get ahead of yourself sweetheart.

Trying to push away the thought, you softly cup your hand around his cheek and bring him to your lips to assert yourself.

“This is about you.” You quickly straddle his hips and grind on top of him and he groans at that, craving the new friction you gave him. you looked sexy like this, but he wanted this to go his way this time.

In an act of complete rebuttal, Sanji flips you around and you yelp, he lets out a breathless laugh “Yeah, right.” You’re on your back now, and he spreads your legs. He keeps his eyes on your cunt, looking down at it deliciously, and finally he starts stroking it through the only fabric left on your body, up and down with his thumb. You can’t help but let out a moan, this was new, you were used to being demanded--but not in this way. “San…ji… this isn’t fair to you, ba—”

The audible groan that comes out of him was loud and proud. “So tired of hearing that come from your mouth.” He gently moved your underwear to the side and started rubbing your bare clit. “You know what I think is bad manners?” He looks at you, “When I can’t make you feel like the princess you are.” You can’t help but moan, it was obvious you weren’t used to this kind of treatment.

When he presses your thighs against your torso, you're almost shocked, you assume that he’d start to pull his pants down and have his way, but instead, his head comes down to meet your cunt face to face, he pressed kisses on your inner thighs and the sight is so very romantic, you feel so selfish, so very selfish.

It feels amazing.

When his tongue takes its first long swipe across your cunt, it felt dirty, and sooo good. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and not long after he started his attack on your clit, lapping and sucking on it like a madman. “Sanji… yes.” You moan his name over and over coupled with some curses, and his hands grip tighter onto your thighs. His squelching and sucking, the sounds are so lewd, and you can feel his drool mixed with your juices trickle all the way down to the mattress. The image would forever be ingrained into your head, it was too perfect.

Sanji starts prodding into your cunt with one finger, and then inserts another, scissoring and fucking them into you while you shake under his wrath. “That feels so good, more, pleaseeee.” He meets your gaze and you want to melt at how he looks at you; like you were his lifeline. You feel a knot form in your stomach, something almost unfamiliar to you. You couldn't remember the last time you had an orgasm unless it was from your own fingers.

“Wanna see that pretty face when you cum on mine.” And the fact that he would be the reason behind it made him only hungrier. "I can't... Baby... It’s so much. I think I might… ohhhhh…." Your mix of Sanji's and Fuck's and Yes' only grew breathier and more demanding. "Cum on my face, please, yes." He begs you and his tongue goes faster over your clit.

When you finally bust, you can only mutter a "Mmmmmmmyesssss" with a heaving chest that followed suit, hips grinding into his tongue so you could ride out your orgasm. Your face was in absolute bliss, eyes squinted, brows furrowed, and mouth a little opened from how good it felt. It's almost too much for you, he gives your cunt a few more licks before getting up and massaging your thighs with his thumbs.

"Did that feel good, princess? I'm sorry if it was a little rough." He comes down to your lips and gives you quick kiss.

"Please fuck me Sanji. I need you inside of me, please."

Who was he to deny his princess?

He kisses your lips again while making quick work of the tied knot on his shorts, he didn't even realize how hard he was until he took his shorts off, cock still in his briefs.

Sanji takes off your stretched out underwear and throws it on the floor once and for all, and his own meet yours soon after.

His cock was very long—8 inches, if you had to guess. Curved upright, and it was beautiful, but you'd be lying if you had said that you weren't a little afraid of taking it. Luckily he catches your gaze and he smiles, "You nervous, princess?"

"Just a little bit..."

"Don't be, I'll take it slow." Had you not spilled to him that night about your failure of a previous relationship, he would've taken you for a virgin the way you trembled looking at his dick. He couldn’t begin to imagine the pain and frustration you had endured in your previous relationship, telling him about how he never let you cum and only sought to chase his own pleasure. He was willing to change that, and right now—he’d be damned if he said the way you look at it didn't turn him all the way on. "Watch it go in. Trust me my love, it's not that bad."

You listen and nod, and you watch with him. He lets it slide across your pulsing heat a couple times before he lets his head slowly slide in, he's biting his lip and lets his own line of curses come out of his mouth. When he's about half way in, another breath you didn't know you were holding lets itself out, and another inch, and another, until he's all the way inside, and saying you felt stuffed was really an understatement.

He takes the back of your knees in your hands and spreads them a little further, he starts moving slowly and you both let your sighs of pleasure out.

He starts to pick up his pace when you ask him to, not too quick but steady enough for you to feel every detail of his cock graze your insides. Because of the heat, it's not long until you're both covered in sweat.

He can't help himself, he comes down to kiss you again and talk you through the moment.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"You're the prettiest woman I've ever met."

"You look so perfect right now."

The praises were too much and you felt insanely spoiled, something you've never felt before. The slapping of skin, the closeness you felt to him, his cock steadily coming out of you, only for it to stuff you full over and over again. The way he kept his eyes on yours, it was so much. And before you knew it, tears ran down your cheeks, ones of pleasure and joy--you couldn't tell which was which.

"I love you so much, S-Sanji."

He kisses your tears away, "I love you more, princess. You're doing amazing." Kisses your lips, but not for too long as he doesn’t want to mask your beautiful sounds.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby. Are you gonna cum soon? I wanna see it again.”

Now, Sanji’s thrust are sloppier but a little more harder, you can tell he’s probably going to approach an orgasm soon along with you.

“Y-Yes. Ohhhhhh fuuuucckkk~”

“You take me so well, princess. You were made for me.” The clapping between your bodies gets louder, and you try your hardest to bury yourself into the pillow from how good it felt. “Look at me.”

You obeyed, like you always do, even though he looks disheveled; mouth covered in juices and spit, there’s beads of sweat running down his face, he really loves this moment with you.

“Tell me you love me” he says.

“I love you.” His thrusts are inconsistent now, but he’s still hitting the same spongy spot inside of you.

“Again.”

“I love you, Sanji. Ohhh, shit.”

“Again.”

“I love you so much! So, so much! I’m gonna cum again! Mhhh!”

And just like you spoke, you came all over him, it hit his chest, his balls, thighs, and all over the mattress, and he fucks some of it back into you while he follows you in reaching his own orgasm.

Before he can, he pulls out of you and releases the hot white liquid onto your stomach, stroking his dick til there was nothing left in him to give.

Completely disregarding the fact that he just came all over your stomach, he collapses onto you and joins you in almost synchronized breaths. “That was… amazing…” you managed to say. “Thank you so much.”

Sanji rolls over and pulls you onto his chest, “You deserve everything and more, that was only a fragment of how much I appreciate you, sweet thing.”

To his surprise, you get up from your position and look at him. You scan his body and come to one conclusion, “I should probably clean you up a bit.”

He wants to roll his eyes, but instead he takes your arm and yanks you down with him in the same position you were before. “If I’m gonna be dirty, I’ll be dirty with to you. But if you wanna take a bath with me, that’s a different story” once again, that mischievous undertone in his voice is something you can’t miss.

You’ve still got a long way to go, but he’ll be there with you through every step.

[snoopychris]

aquarium

in which... chris takes mermaid!reader to the aquarium for the first time

sometimes the ocean served as an escape to you. the corals were beautiful, the animals were so friendly sometimes, and it felt so nice to spend time alone with your thoughts at times. at the very same time, sometimes it felt like a prison of sorts. the ocean, as big as it was, sometimes just felt so repetitive. you were 10 years old the first time your dad had let you go onto land on your own. ever since then, it had been such a relief. although a majority of nights were spent in the water, most of the day was spent on land. the places you visited would always vary, ranging from the beach to your dads restaurant to a different beach to a coffee shop and most recently, the sturniolo house. the friendship that had blossomed between you and chris was something you never expected to happen. you had a few friends on land, but there had never been anybody as adamant on hanging with you than chris. it felt like every time you grabbed your phone, there would be a text asking if you wanted to hang out. it was nice having a friend who seemed to really care.

chris was so grateful to finally have a drivers license. the last time he was here, he had to ask matt to drive him everywhere. this time he didnt. this time, chris could do whatever he wanted as long as his grandmother gave him the keys to a car. she never said no. in the past few weeks, chris had found himself spending a lot of time with you on random beaches you would tell him about.

some had nice fish, some had nice corals, some had lots of sea turtles, some had cool plants, some had cool tide pools. he didnt mind spending time on beaches with you, but sometimes it just wasnt enough. it especially wasnt enough since neither of you ever actually went swimming. he never questioned it– maybe you were just like him and afraid of the water.  sometimes, Chris wanted more. he wanted to be able to take you on nice dates to nice restaurants. 

this was the first time he convinced you to leave the comfort of beaches and his house. something about your entire being drew him towards the aquarium. in small talk conversation, you had told him you’d never been. he had seen people all over his social media apps talking about how it’s one of the most romantic places to take your partner. he knew that you may not have been anywhere near dating, but he just had to take you. your hair was swaying in the wind, the pastel highlights you had recently gotten really showing through. chris wants to kiss you. he knows he can’t, but he really really wants to. 

Chris can’t help but smile when he sees your face light up every time you talk about fish and other sea creatures. he wants to ask how you have such close experience with the blue ringed octopus, but he’s sure that you’ll tell

him the story one day. he wonders how you’ve gone so long living in the Keys and never having gone to the aquarium. chris doesn’t take long to park, but he spends a good minute staring at you. god, you’re beautiful. he runs over to the passenger side of his grandfathers old car, opening the door for you. you send him a small thank you and make your way towards the front door of the building. 

chris feels a blush creep onto his face when your eyes widen in amusement at all of the sea themed decorations. he could’ve gotten the tickets online, but he thought it’d take away from the experience. he makes his way to the cashier, making sure you’re following close behind. both of you recognize the girl standing behind the counter— she’s a girl name kaylynn. you know her for all the wrong reasons. chris knows her for all the right ones. you lick your lips as a look of anger grows on your face. kaylynn tries to be friendly for a second, she really does.

it doesn’t last. “chris… hanging out with the burger girl i see. y’know… you could always hang out with me. we could go to the beach and watch the turtles” she quips. your face contorts as you hold back a response. you could say a lot right now. the look on chris’ face is the only thing holding you back. a small scoff leaves your mouth as you roll your eyes, being met with another comment about your fathers restaurant. you should hold back. not for your sake but for chris’. whatever. you mumble it at first, earning a look from kaylynn. it’s one that screams ‘too scared to fight back?’ you can’t have that. not today. 

“oh my apologies kaylynn. guess you didn’t hear me. so what i said was that you’re a two faced pick me bitch.” if chris wasn’t in shock before, he is now. “pearl!” he yells quietly, his eyebrows high and his mouth hung low. “i’m being honest.” you whisper, snatching the tickets from the girl and walking away. if you could wipe that grin off her face, you would. chris jogs over to you after sending poor kaylynn a semi-apologetic look, gripping onto your wrist gently. 

“what’s that all about?” he asks, letting go of your hand when you sit down on a bench. from what you can tell it’s made of old treasure boxes. “she acts like she cares about all the fish and all the other animals but once i saw her scuba diving and literally stepping on coral with her water shoes. i also saw her litter on a beach.” you explain, crossing your arms. chris shakes his head, running fingers through his hair. “yeah that’s definitely a good excuse for disliking her.” he chuckles, looking around. the two of you still haven’t even entered the aquarium. “here cmon.” he whispers. his hand locks with yours, dragging you to the main attraction. you gasp slightly at the sights you were seeing. even though a lot of the tanks were beautifully decorated, covered in vines and corals, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the fish. some of them were speaking to you. you wished you could help them.

chris can’t help but smile when you put your hand on one of the tanks. you look even more beautiful against the water. “do you um… wanna go swimming with stingrays? they have that here…” your eyes widen at his words. you’re not too sure if it’s because you know this isnt the right place for stingrays or if it’s because there’s open water. a way for you to get caught. you were always careful at the beach. if anything happened you could run away for a bit, dry off, and then come back. if anything happened here there was no escape. chris quickly notices your expression, shaking his head “don’t worry i’m not a fan either! not after steve irwin.” he jokes, continuing to pull you along. you actually really liked stingrays. they were cool. 

you follow close behind chris, hand in hand the entire time. you’d never had a friend guide you like this. it feels nice. every time he turns a corner, there’s more and more fish speaking to you telepathically. it’s something you wanted to turn off sometimes. but others it was nice to hear them when you were swimming alone. “can we get out of here? i feel bad for the fish.” you whisper. chris’ gaze towards you softens, leading you away from the crowds. there’s kids around you screaming. there’s a water table nearby. you hear about it from one of the fish. you gasp slightly at the sight of it, gripping chris’ hand tighter. in your mind, you’re petrified. in chris’ mind, you just like holding his hand. luckily, you make it to the gift shop dry. 

the first thing your hands fly to is a small shark plush. you don’t know why you’re so drawn to it, but you know you just need to have it. chris chuckles, grabbing a similar one. they’re almost identical, the only difference coming from the style of shark. “they’re palm pals. take it.  i’ll buy it for you.” he smiles. you smile back, setting it down on the counter. you feel bad spending his money, but chris feels bad not buying you more. on the way out of the gift shop, you begin to speak. “thank you. this was nice. i know we weren’t here for long but… you’re a good friend chris.” it sends a pang towards chris’ heart, but he knows that you really are nothing more than friends, despite your hands still being intertwined. he shrugs, jokingly flexing his arms next to the car. “it’s what i do.” he smiles, opening the door for you. he grabs onto your hand as you climb in, the roof over your head being a nice comfort. it was a feeling so vastly different from the one inside. there was no water here. 

it’s a bit crazy when you arrive to chris’ house. the drive is only about 25 minutes, and yet in those 25 minutes, the previously clear skies had turned dark grey. it was pouring. chris gently turns the keys out of the ignition, turning towards you. you’re filled with panic again, but your poker face is so spot on that chris doesn’t notice. “y’ready?” he asks, nudging your shoulder. you glance up at him and then outside , shaking your head. “let’s just talk till the rain dies down.” you shrug, pushing your tinseled hair away from your face. chris is never going to decline that offer. the land sometimes felt like an escape. it was such a shame that there were things you’d never be able to do. as much as you hated to admit it, if the ocean was a prison, so was the land. both places you could be at the same time. a strange feeling arises in your stomach when you realize that the only place you’re truly free is any place that you’re with chris.

🫧dividers by @13hoax my angel

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🫧a/n: this ending was rushed can you tell :/ if you see this within the first few minutes of me positng it ignore how the layout looks. anyway welcome back cgs chris i missed you.

[0zziejoints]

i dont care if theyre actually together or theyre not because it doesnt change anything. if they announce theyre dating theyre still gonna be the same silly gay guys doing the same silly gay things.

i think something just as important for queer people and people in general is the representation of men in a really close friendship. anything like being touchy, hugging, joking about sex or whatever (a lot of stuff that is seen as normal in a friendship between women) is seen as gay which can make the friendship feel weird and uncomfortable and end in the loss of a great friendship.

soulmates dont have to be romantic. i have a friendship with someone that is quite like what dan and phil have. i wanna do everything with him, i see him basically every day, show each other stuff we find funny and go "this is us" to random things we find and most importantly, so many people think we are dating but we arent, infact, we're both in a relationship.

i love dan and phil and wish the best for them

"when they hard launch"

"when will they hard launch"

"2025 prediction: they finally hard launch"

My brethren in Christ. Dan and Phil are real best friends, companions through life, ACTUAL soulmates. They didn't just buy a house together, they built one together. They have a phortgage. They eat the same meals on the same schedule even when they're apart, so they can properly enjoy food when they're together again. Dan looks at Phil like he is the sun, and Phil looks at Dan like he made the moon and every star in the night sky with his own hands.

What more do you need to know exactly how they feel about each other, or where they are in life? Do you want these 6ft3 twanks to refer to one another as their bOyFrIeNdS?? Do they need to PHUCK on main so people will let it go?? Bonk bonk beat it up on the gaming channel?? Get real.

Cheers to 2025 and my gay dads🩵🖤🎉

[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 NOBODY ELSE // JJK

genre: fwb, fuck buddies😼

note: guys i just want jungkook.. this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long haha sorry for spelling mistakes or anything i got too lazy to proofread it lol! enjoy tho💕

word count: 4.3k

being invited by jungkook’s mother for a dinner was normal for you and your family. you and jungkook grew up being neighbors, attend to the same high school and college later on — which he dropped out of.

it wasn’t because he’s dumb, he’s nowhere near that. he got bored, tired. his mother didn’t like the news when he told her, but she didn’t have a choice, other than to support his dream. jungkook always wished to be a singer.

some of his closest friends joked about it and laughed at the idea of jungkook being a worldwide celebrity. we could say that affected him a lot, he felt zero support from both sides: family & friends. he would often spend his days in his house, sitting on a particular part of his couch.

maybe you know him too well, you know that when he’s writing a song he would get a glass of beer, place it carefully on his coffee table, get his black notebook with his pen that he would click continuously when he’s deep in thoughts.

you know he would knee on the soft mattress beneath him, sitting on his feet like a cutie, focus on the lyrics with his big doe eyes.

you also know he would obviously play with his lip piercing, licking it, turning his tongue around it and what not. oh what that tongue can do.

the amount of times he had eaten you out on his couch, — on that spot of the couch — you wouldn’t even be able to count on your ten fingers. your friendship with him was different.

different, because you support him and understand him in a way nobody else had yet. but different because he fucks you, like crazy. he had fucked you in every way possible. fast, rough, deep, gentle, slow, anal. the last one was just once, though.

it all started at your birthday party, when you turned 25. you got wasted, he got tipsy, he knew about his whereabouts unlike you. he knew what was going on when he fucked you first, but what was he supposed to do when a woman like you, was literally begging to fuck you.

he felt guilty, he felt like he took advantage of the alcohol in your system. but when you woke up in the morning, with jungkook next to you, cuddled up, you didn’t freak out. you knew what happened, and you didn’t regret it. nor did he.

you know it shouldn’t be right, that it shouldn’t feel that good to get fucked by your best friend but god, you can’t help it. he admitted it, he finds you attractive. you find him it too.

but you both talked it out, no feelings. he told you he’d never want anything else from you other than your friendship and pussy.

and now, you’re sitting at the dining table with jungkook in front of you, his mother next to him and his father at the end. your mother on the other end as your father is next to you.

it’s normal, the atmosphere was comfortable and funny. the adults discussing work related stuff, your and his mother had already gossiped about someone else too.

it was a perfect night, except that jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire dinner, except when he got asked a question. you scolded him, non verbally with your eyes.

he’s a jerk. he just fucked you the night before, not on his couch this time though. it was in his kitchen, where he got too turned on by seeing you cut a cucumber. yes, a dang cucumber.

“so ___, i heard you finished college.” his mother spoke to you, your gaze turned to her and you smiled. “oh yes, last week actually.”

“what major were you in?” his father joined in. “psychology.” your mother interrupted and reached over to rub your back, feeling extremely proud of her daughter. you smiled, “i’m thinking about going back, i’ve been researching a lot on nursing lately.”

your eyes stopped on jungkook once again. he’s leaned back in the chair, one arm resting on the back of his mother’s chair, the other resting on his thigh. his chin is slightly lifted, looking at you as he plays with his lip piercing. fuck.

the parents continued the conversation, telling different stories about nurses as that came up. jungkook leans back to the table, resting his chin with his hands, elbows on the table.

he stares at you, not uttering a single word. you give him a small frown, not too noticeable. his eyes drop to your neck, then your chest or atleast what only was visible, then back to your eyes. you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, he’s seriously thinking of sex right now.

you’ve tried to keep your ‘let’s fuck’ relationship with jungkook private, not going around and telling every second person that ‘hey i fuck my best friend!’. the only person who might know that you and him slept together is one of your friends from college, she saw you and jungkook that one night. the first night.

she hasn’t asked about it though, thankfully. it’s not like it was her business, so she dropped it. you knew he wouldn’t try anything with you in public, especially not in front of your parents. so that’s why it caught you off guard when you felt his leg touch yours, slightly nudging it.

you cleared your throat as you jumped a little from the surprise, a smirk on his lips as he stared at your flustered form. you cussed him out in your head, ‘fuck you’ you mouthed and he just raised a brow at that.

you rolled your eyes as you realized he wouldn’t mind that, his eyes still devouring the sight of you, almost fucking you with his eyes at this point. you don’t even wanna know what he’s thinking about at the moment.

“jungkookie, have you found yourself a girlfriend?” your mother asked, catching his attention. he fixed his posture and shook his head, “no, i’m not looking for a relationship at the moment.”

“he’s such a liar!” his mother pointed at him, “i know he’s seeing someone.” she said and took a sip of her wine. “am i?” he raised his eyebrow, his voice laced with confusion. “deny it all you want, but i found a lipstick in your pocket when you came home.”

his expression changed, his eyes somewhat turned nervous, scared even. you stared at him with a small smirk, taking a sip of your soda. he glanced at you, “must’ve been ___’s.” he chuckled and shook his head.

“and why would her lipstick be in your pocket?” his mother asked, obviously she didn’t believe him. “we came here together, i believe she put it there so she could use it if her makeup gets smudged.” he shrugged.

he was right, that was in fact the reason you put it there. “oh yeah, it’s mine.” you said, a small smile appearing on your lips. his mother nodded and with that the conversation was over. thank god.

as everyone finished eating, your and his mother disappeared into the kitchen, your fathers went outside to have a beer while ‘man talking’ or however they called it. leaving you and jungkook alone.

“you wanna die?” you scolded him, your voice was quiet not to get caught. “i swear junkook, i’ll choke you.” he grinned and rested his head on his hands, smiling at you like a child. “what?” you asked.

“choke me? is that your new kink?” he teased, his foot finding yours again under the table. you clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, “do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“nope. impossible when you’re around me, babe.” there he goes again, he always somehow finds a way to get you hot. he just knows what to say every time. “you’re unbelievable.” you can’t help but to smile with a shake of your head.

“what? you’re acting like you didn’t just strip me off with your eyes.” he teased and you gasped, “i did not-“ you stuttered, you got caught. “you’re the one to speak.” you argued back.

“i’m not denying it, i did wish to rip that pretty blouse off you.”

“i dare you, it was expensive. the only thing ripping will be your balls when i beat you up.” he scoffed at your words. “c’mon, you wouldn’t do that.”

“you think so?” you raised an eyebrow and he hummed in response. “how would i fuck you without balls?” again, he just knows what to say to drive you crazy.

“touché.” you mumbled and raised your glass to take a sip again.

✩•.𖣠°˙★

the evening came to an end as you both bid goodbye to your parents, you thanked his mother for the delicious meal. he offered to take you home and you agreed, assuming you’d end up at his place anyways. but your parents didn’t have to know about that.

and it happened just like that, the moment you stepped in his home you were pushed to the wall with force. you gasped, jungkook didn’t leave a single second for you to react as he attacked your lips, kissing you.

he held your face in place by your cheeks, your small reticule dropped from your hand as you hugged him close, kissing him back with just as much force and desperation as he did.

his right hand went to grab your ass, then holding your thigh as you lifted it up. he immediately pushed himself closer to you, grinding his growing erection against you.

not wanting to fuck you right at the front door, he dragged you to his living room, pushing you on the couch. he grinned at you and he dropped to his knees, the loud thud must have been hurtful, but he didn’t waste a single second.

he eagerly gripped the hem of your jeans, undoing it and pulling it off you, lifting your hips to help him. “hm, good.” he praised you for that small action of yours, his voice enough to create an ocean in your panties.

he touched your knees and thighs, caressing your skin while he leaned in to plant kisses on your inner thigh. he pulled you a little down, holding your legs tightly and he spread them. “don’t close.” he demanded, his voice hoarse and it sent you shivers down your spine.

you gasped once again when you felt him kiss you on your panties, he pulled away to take off his black turtleneck sweater but went right back in, pulling off your panties in a second.

the cold air hit your core immediately, but soon replaced by the heat coming from his body. he licked a stripe down your pussy, getting a hum out of you at the familiar feeling of his mouth working on you.

your mouth fell agape when he sucked on your clit, your hands finding their way to his black hair, getting a great hold of them. he groaned at your action, he knows you like to get a hold of his hair, so he hasn’t cut it in some months now.

he pulled away, you almost whined about him stopping but then he spread your folds with his fingers, spreading your wetness on his digits. he glanced up at you when he brought them to his lips, licking them.

he hummed, “love it.” he said, his voice a low growl. one of his hand rests on your thigh, gripping it softly. the other goes to your core again, inserting his finger in you. his head goes back down, disappearing between your legs once again as he starts sucking again, his finger pumping into you.

your back arched, unintentionally. “oh, fuck,” your breath hitched, he smirked against you. he added another of his long digits, curling them inside you, he pulled away as he stared into your eyes, then his gaze dropped to his hand working on you.

he groaned at the sight, he’s slept with girls before you, it was obvious he was experienced, but he could swear on his life your pussy was the prettiest he has ever seen in his whole life.

“so pretty,” his voice was teasing and you gasped his name, pulling his head up. “shut up,” your voice was a low murmur and he raised an eyebrow at your sass.

“what? can’t i call what’s mine pretty?” he chuckled and shook his head, secretly adding a third finger. “i don’t want your fingers,” you whined, your hips moving on their own. “i need to get you stretched, babe.” he grinned and he continued, his three fingers now going in a slower pace.

“no,” you stopped his hand, “i’m okay, just-“ you licked your lips, his gaze dropping to them. “shit, just fuck me already.” your voice was more like a whisper, full of need. “you’re tight, i don’t want to hurt you.” he argued back, but his fingers were already out of you as he wiped them in his jeans.

you sat up straight on the couch, closing your legs. “c’mon, you fucked me enough already. i can take you,” he couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh and he nodded, “love that you speak your mind.”

with that said, he got up from the floor and leaned down to kiss your forehead, “i’ll be back,” that one small action of his is why you trust him, how you know that he is the right guy to be fuck buddies with.

he can be rough during sex, there’s no doubt in that, but you had experienced gentle sex too with him. roughness isn’t always necessary to get rid of the sexual frustration, and maybe, maybeeeee, you like it more when he’s gentle with you.

you like it more when his body is pressed against yours, slowly moving with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, you love it when he goes to hold your hand, either above your head or next to you, it doesn’t matter. you love it when he stares in your eyes with every thrust. unlike during rough sex, when his eyes are either closed or focused on your tits.

soon he comes back, a pack of condom with him, some tissues and a towel. “what’s the towel for?” you ask, he never brought one before. he smiled at that and when he got to you, he plopped down on the couch. “just in case.” he shrugged but you felt suspicious, he was up to something.

he put everything aside and leaned in, crashing his lips on yours once again. “how do you want it?” he asked when he pulled away, but he still managed to give a soft peck on your nose.

you frowned because he usually wasn’t like this, wasn’t so affectionate. sure, in other ways he was, especially after sex. he always takes care of you, but he never just pecks you in random places and asks how you want it.

“however you want me.” you shrugged. “you’re up to something, you’re suspicious.” you narrowed your eyes at him and he grinned. “suspicious?” he asked as he started to unbutton your blouse. you hummed and leaned back, letting him do it.

“i’m not suspicious.” he said and kissed the skin just above your breasts, he pulled the clothing off your shoulders when he finished with all the buttons, leaving you in your bra.

“you’re very detailed tonight, aren’t you?” you sighed and reached behind, undoing your bra with a smooth move. “detailed?” he frowned and reached to his belt, unbuckling it.

you hummed and reached to unzip his jeans, with a lift of his hips you pulled it down, his dick begging to be freed from his white underwear. you could feel yourself throb by just the thought of having sex with him again, when in fact you just did it yesterday too.

“it don’t bite.” jungkook chuckled when he saw you were just staring, god, almost drooling at this point. you rolled your eyes, holding the hem of the underwear. you pulled it off, his dick sprang free.

you could let anyone call you stupid, you don’t care but for sure you know that jungkook’s dick is pretty. of course it would be, that whole man is a god. he sighed in pleasure when you wrapped your fingers around him, his head thrown back.

you started off slowly, stroking him with smooth, unrushed moves as you watched his face. his eyes closed, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together. soon you picked up your pace, earning low groans and sometimes even moans from him.

you started to kiss his neck, nibbling on his soft skin. he cursed, it was his favorite when you kissed his body. his breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

“shit, ___.” he uttered a low groan, “don’t stop, oh- please..” you hummed at his begging, jerking him off as fast as you could. he was close, you know well enough to see when he has an orgasm.

you see the way his thighs occasionally stiff, his grip on the pillow that reached his hand first is tight. and then you see his eyes staring down at you, sometimes rolling back and closing, then opening them again. you see how his mouth is agape, his low groans turning into soft moans and cries, his brows crashed together on his forehead.

he was just straight up mesmerizing. sometimes you felt like the luckiest woman on earth that you could capture him in this state. which he was in because of you, nobody else.

“please plea-“ his voice cracked, ending it with a louder moan as he reached his orgasm, spilling his white juice on your hand. you didn’t stop there, you slowed down your pace, but you just couldn’t stop.

he hissed when he started to feel sensitive, bringing his head straight back up from the backrest to look at you. “___, don’t,” he whined. you cupped his chin, pressing a soft, feather-light kiss on his rosy lips.

he lazily responded to it, barely moving his lips. he brought his hand on yours, stopping you from jerking him. you pulled away, “just give me a second, babe,” his voice came out hoarse, your heart skipped a beat and your pussy throbbed by the nickname.

he licked his lips, clearing his voice. “you still with me?” you smiled, your hand reaching to his hair, gently pulling a few strands of them. he scoffed and fixed his posture, his hand grabbing your thigh.

“you gotta do more than just a handjob to lose me.”

“more? i can do more.” you mumbled, your face already in his neck, kissing his skin once again.

“i know you can,” his hand went from your thigh to your hip, helping you straddle his lap. you both moved naturally, riding him is definitely in your top 3 positions.

you quickly handed him a condom from the box which he put on in a second and just like every time, your arms went around his neck, grabbing onto his shoulder while he hugged your body close to his with one of his arms, the other hand holding his cock, he carefully entered, stretching you good like he always does.

he sighed in content, enjoying your warm walls clenching around him. you hummed, letting yourself down completely on him, only to go back up, then to smash back down.

his hands grabbed your ass while you did that, helping you keep the steady rhythm. his head was now thrown back once again, you watched his adam’s apple bob when he swallowed, his mouth fell open.

you kissed his neck again, wherever you could reach. for some reason, it was your favorite spot to kiss, under his jaw, behind and under his ear, just right above his collarbone, you loved it.

oh how much he loved it too, your kisses were always wet but never to the point to leave his skin covered in saliva. you were always so gentle with him, maybe that’s what he loved the most.

he had been with a few girls before who would stupidly and harshly just bite down on his skin, leaving ugly marks all over his neck and shoulders, but with you, never. it could be to just avoid any attention by giving him hickies, or it could be because you found it too intimate, too romantic.

whatever the reason was, he knew he sometimes wished, maybe even prayed that this time you would mark him, even if it’s the smallest spot on his skin. of course, he would never tell you to do that, though. marking really does feel too intimate, and he was afraid he would cross a line with you.

he realized what he was missing out on, so he held his head up, looking at you move. your breasts moved just enough to catch his eyes. his fingers dug in your asscheeks as your own hands explored his body, from caressing his chest, then slightly brushing your fingers over his nipples, down to his ribs, and to his abs.

he felt you slowing down, “s’okay, take a break,” he whispered and you did so, stopping your movements. your chest was rising rapidly, sweat forming on both of your foreheads.

he softly pecked your cheek, lifting you up by your ass just enough so he can start pushing upwards into you. he didn’t rush anything, going slowly at a comfortable pace. “you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.

you sighed, giving him a nod but he shook his head. “words,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your skin just above your breasts.

“i’m okay,”

he groaned when you clenched around him, he felt himself slowly slipping down on the couch with each thrust he made, so he held you tightly, switching positions.

he made you lay down on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist without slipping out of you. he picked up a slow pace at first, his hands roaming around your body, mostly your sides.

you held his hand, “stop,” you whined, your sides are hella ticklish. “hm? what? can’t handle a little caressing?” he teased, moving his hand so slightly over your skin you got goosebumps.

you tried to push his hand away but you failed, his touches made you giggle and he smiled, glad he could still have moments like this with you in the middle of literally fucking.

all of that stopped when he suddenly smashed himself deep into you, a little harder than he did before. you couldn’t help but to moan, he straightened his posture and he spread your legs, holding your knees.

just like when you were riding him, your breasts bounced again, drawing the attention on them. he picked up the speed of his thrusts, sweat dropping from his forehead, down to his chest where it slowly dripped down his body.

“so a nurse, huh?” he suddenly said, referring to the conversation you had at the dinner. “would love to fuck this pussy in a nursing costume.” a low moan left his mouth when you clenched around him, “ya like that?” he laughed. “you want it too, yeah?”

“shut up- oh my!” your mouth fell agape in pleasure when you felt a finger pressing down on your clit, moving in every way possible. up and down, side to side, making circles. he wasn’t too rough, he knew it was one of your most sensitive parts of your body.

the top of his thighs slapped against the back of yours with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping on each other got mixed with the noise of your wet folds taking his dick, the couch slightly creaking along with heavy breathing and occasional quiet moans, whines.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, the familiar feeling already in your stomach. you felt like you were going to explode, your eyes shut tightly as you bite down on your lip, your body ready to let go.

after a few more of his thrusts you let go, but oh! turns out it wasn’t just your usual orgasm, no, you squirted under him. he pulled out, watching your body shake and then slowly relax. “fuck,” you breathed heavily, you could have sworn you saw stars.

“did i s-“

“yes. you squirted.” he said, like that was something casual. you thought it was over, that he was done but then he did the unexpected, he pushed back in. “just a little- longer,” his words came out in gasps, pounding into you to reach his own climax too.

you whined, you felt extremely sensitive and it was slowly turning to be the opposite of pleasure, “i know, just a little more,” his voice was soft, he knew it was too much but he needed that orgasm.

then, his thrusts suddenly stopped, staying still inside you as he filled the condom, a low groan leaving his lips. he licked them, feeling like his mouth just turned drier than a desert. he pulled out and leaned down to peck your lips, “you did good,” he whispered.

you hummed, your fingers already touching your core, the wetness surprising you. “dang..” you both chuckled, you sat up and looked down, feeling uncomfortable. there was a wet spot on the towel under you, “you bitch, that’s why you needed the towel.” you shook your head in disbelief, “scared i’ll stain your sofa?”

he smiled and tilted his head, resting his ass on his heels. “actually, yes. you know it was expensive.”

“then, maybe you shouldn’t fuck me on it?”

he chuckled, “maybe, but i don’t care. you’re worth it all.”

[trustmypoison]

Which tropes fit SVT?

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘hi jj! i don't know if you already did this but can you please write something about how svt members met y/n? Its either at a place or from a friend feel free to refuse if you're not comfortable with it I'll understand 🤗’

A/N: The more I wrote of this, the more this became a ‘which tropes fit best’ sort of thing. To the requester, I hope you understand and still enjoy! (I tried not to let my soft spot for some of my previous works sway this too much, but….)

Seungcheol - coworkers to lovers

I think he pours so much into his work that a lot of times you’d have to get his attention at work. With him as an idol, that could look very different and doesn’t have to be an idol x idol thing - think staff, producers, choreographers, or simply just office employees that he might bump into. I think he’d appreciate and be attracted to someone’s work ethic more than most members. 

Jeonghan - fwb to lovers

He just screams ‘it wasn’t serious until it suddenly was’ to me. Like, he would get involved with someone was a way to pass the time and blow off some steam, and he’d be genuinely convinced that that’s all it is. But when you’re vulnerable with someone like that, you sort of get to peek into their soul. So I think feelings would sneak up on him sooner rather than later. (And I do not think he’d always handle that gracefully.)

Joshua - brother’s best friend

(I will finish this fic. I will finish this fic. I will finish this fic!!) I think he’d meet someone through a friend and not think much about them at first. He doesn’t have a problem with that person, but one day it feel like being hit by a bus because he’s finally seeing that person. Like really seeing them. I don’t think he’d be very reserved about going after that person, but he would try to do it in a way that doesn’t upset his friend. 

Jun - costars to lovers

I don’t have an explanation for this one really, it just feels like destiny to me. Like he’d do his best to be professional and respectful, but he gets easily swept up in playing up the romance because of who he gets to play it up with. 

Hoshi - grumpy x sunshine

Guess which one he is??? But, really, can’t you see it? A partner that looks mildly annoyed when he’s so excitable, but would never ever ever make him stop. Him being really understanding of a grumpy partner’s boundaries and subtly maintaining them all the time. Grumpy partner being absolutely ruthless when someone gives him a hard time?? (Where do I sign up? I love this guy so much.)

Wonwoo - roommates to lovers

I think he’s slow to open up, but you have to show some vulnerability whether you like it or not when you live with someone. The proximity, the shared space, the seeing each other in their natural habitat? It would be painfully intimate whether he likes it or not. And I think he’d start to come around to it and have a soft spot for his roommate. 

Woozi - grumpy x sunshine

Guess which one he is????? I promise I’m not reusing this out of laziness, I’m just such a sucker for Woozi and Hoshi’s friendship dynamic, and I think that sort of dynamic would work in a romantic relationship too. I think he’d be hesitant to admit it, but he’d really benefit from someone that makes him loosen up and relax. Someone who injects some excitement into his life outside of work. Or someone who’s simply not shy about giving affection because he may never ask for it. 

DK - golden retriever x black cat

Now this is distinct from grumpy x sunshine in a way that I just don’t have the faculty to describe. I just have this image that he’d be the best person to be with if you find yourself in a dark spot sometimes. He’s simultaneously understanding and pulling you out of your slump, if only for a little bit. Maybe I’m projecting, but someone who’s sort of traumatized could really use someone like DK that is so genuinely kind. 

Mingyu - golden retriever x golden retriever / friends to lovers

Okay, I couldn’t pick. I just picture that he’d make friends with someone that is just like him in a split second. And it’s probably just friends for a long time. You guys go out and have fun and like to be the life of the party and the center of attention. And it might become more on totally accident. I think he’d struggle initially because it was just friends, how did it change? 

Minghao - enemies to lovers

I think he doesn’t let people in quickly. In fact, he might leave a bad impression at first because he can come off as cold and unfriendly. This could come about in so many ways - academic rivals, coworkers that hate each other, or maybe you share mutual friends and have never gotten along. But his soft spot would start to show slowly and it might take some time for either of you to become comfortable with the fact that such a soft spot exists because you’re so used to the hate. 

Seungkwan - the slowest of slow burns

I just get the vibe that everyone around you both are just screaming ‘please get together already, I’m sick of this!!’ Like, they might even try to set you guys up and get you both to finally admit that you like each other. But the catch is that for a lot of those attempts, you don’t even realize you’re into each other!! This is so painful for everyone else around you and you both are terribly confused by the overwhelming relief everyone shows when you’re finally together. 

Vernon - the (un)requited love

Picture that you guys are mutual friends, maybe not close, but close enough for him to know he’s into you. And he will never say anything about it. Basically no one knows about that either because he’s sure it would be a waste of time since you aren’t into him. Like, he thinks he’ll go to his grave never saying anything about it. So imagine his surprise when you just casually admit your feelings. He won’t know what to do with shock. 

Chan - opposites attract

This one is also distinctive from grumpy x sunshine or golden retriever x black cat. What I mean by opposites attract is that he’s got a massive amount of confidence and he would actually be into someone that is very humble and maybe even a little unsure of themselves. I think he likes to be a cheerleader for others and he also thinks it’s sweet if someone does not know how to take that sort of support. 

[energ00n]

Okay so I scrolled through all the asks so I’m hoping on hope this isn’t a repeat question, but I was wondering about Elita’s feelings about D calling Orion insignificant. Like, is this the kind of defensive response she’s used to from D? Has she picked up on the fact Orion overheard based on his behavior? If so, would she confront D about it or want him to figure it out and apologize on his own?

Sorry if that’s a lot, I just saw so many focused on her in the beginning of the interaction and I got curious about how she felt at the end of it. Your interpretations of these characters are fascinating (and deadly accurate to the movie, but that’s a whole other thing shdjsheuh). I know we’re onto Jazz and Orion but there’s still so much to think about and it’s wonderful.

PS; Thank you for sharing this AU with us! It can’t be easy having people misinterpret stuff or ignore answers already given. But you keep sharing it anyways and I really appreciate that! It’s a joy seeing your beautiful art come up on my dash :)

Elita is aware of many of D’s behaviors, hence “I didn’t need to bring that up, sorry”, she knew he was going to react strongly at that. She’s not aware that Orion knew and honestly she doesn’t know him, she couldn’t/wouldn’t do anything with Orion directly; she’ll say a thing or two then mostly leave D to his own devices

D and Elita have a friendship where they don’t really talk or pry about each other’s feelings, they’ll physically be there for each other and give space when asked.

Now that I think about it, Megatronous is somewhat like that too. D’s circle loves like an Asian household lol

[class444swr]

1. There are about 50! It’s been more stable recently, but it has been rising over time.

2. She/they! We’re almost all girls, or at the very least are comfortable with those pronouns.

3. We are the Splat-stem! We chose this name as we Splatoon introject heavy system, and the portmanteau of Splatoon and system just sounded good to us.

4. Well, there’s Splatoon ofc, most of us really like public transport, and drawing is fast becoming one of our big things too.

5. Aside from source stuff, a lot of 80s, but our favourite artist has to be Depeche Mode! One of our alters is somewhat related to them even.

6. Most of us are around 19/20.

7. It’s just a human girl called Lily, she basically has ended up being a bit of a mix of what the main fronters are like, she has blue hair and shit, and is basically your average transfem.

8. A lot of us do! Woomy (myself) and Eight are both hosts, Eight is somewhat of a protector too, as are Naos and Four. Frye and 003 are persecutors of sorts.

9. We’ve known since September 2022, after I turned up! It was very randomly the day the queen got buried which is still something we joke about with friends pfft.

10. Honestly there were signs we kept ignoring, but when the rest of us thought we were just 1 cis guy, it became obvious that wasn’t the case when suddenly a squid girl turned up (me!). It helped that we knew a lot of systems by then, so we understood it a bit better, over time more of us adopted their own identities.

11. Honestly it’s hard to say, we don’t really notice when it happens usually, mostly we can tell after the fact that we must have switched for whatever reason. Occasionally the switch hits harder and dissociates us more heavily.

12. Either, really, sometimes we try and switch to whoever might want to front at that time, other times people just get pulled to front by a trigger, and others it just, happens.

13. Our favourite part is that there’s always others there for you, and it just makes us feel very comfortable knowing we’re never alone!

14. Mostly the dissociation when it hits us, and the fact memory can often be absolute shit.

15. Most of us quite a bit! Most of us are inklings or octolings, so we don’t have ‘hair’ in the same way humans do, a few of our features like eyes and ears look different too, and of course you can become a squid/octopus to swim in ink.

16. *Cracks knuckles* oh, just 90% of the system in some way or another gdjfjfjfnfbf. I’ll spare everyone reading the entire lore of Splatoon, but I’ll say that I’m basically the original Agent 3, and Eight is, well, Agent 8.

17. Eh? It’s fairly abstract, but yes kinda? It’s not as vivid as other systems say theirs are, but there’s definitely an inner world.

18. Yep! Frye is the number 1 food enjoyer ever, and he is often a bit particular about it. She feels very strongly and the things she doesn’t like (which, there aren’t many of) they won’t touch, but anything they like is automatically consumed pffft. The rest of us really don’t care as much. Likewise, Naos and Eight really relish in the cold.

19. Yeah! Me and Eight are probably the best examples of the most basic accents in the system, generally sounding fairly basic and Southern English, although I sound a little more South Western. Frye sounds more like they’re from London, whilst Marina oddly has a bit of a French twinge, then Pearl sometimes sounds a bit American. Fyra is randomly a bit Northern English too which keeps taking everyone by surprise. Naos is a bit more flat and robotic.

20. Full of cephalopods.

21. Yes, almost all of us! Most of us are some form of m-spec, although there’s a few exceptions (Four is aroace, Marina is lesbian, and Hydra is actually straight). A few of us are trans girls insys too (like myself), whilst others are cis. Meanwhile Frye is the resident bigender person. Also most of us are polyam.

22. A few yeah! Although a couple know so as a result of online friendships (we met another system at our uni because we knew one of their friends online beforehand).

23. There’s almost always one of the more chaotic alters sat around just waiting to make the silliest possible comments. For example, in the middle of a recent exam, Frye just went ‘SOCIETY HAS LOST CARDIFF’ for no reason at all and we nearly lost it jfjfjjdjvjvd.

24. You don’t need to fit anyone’s expectations of what a system is! Don’t feel invalid just because you aren’t exactly like another system. Also, be a bit kinder to other headmates in your system, they’re just getting used to this, and in time things will be much calmer.

25. Introjects aren’t just silly little characters you can play with like you’re in a game. A couple singlets have been really weird with us, and thinking we’re like some NPCs they can mess around with for funsies. We’re literally just people that happen to hold identities from Splatoon.

Plural Ask Game

We figured we’d try making an ask game! This is for anyone who’s a system–regardless of origin–to use. Remember that you’re not obligated to answer any of these if any are too personal!

How many members are in your system, and does this number change frequently?

What are your collective pronouns, if you have any?

What’s your system name if you have one, and how did you choose it?

Are there any activities your system members like to do together? Collective hobbies? Talk about those!

What sort of music do people in your system like?

What’s the average age of your systemmates?

If you have a singletsona, what is it? Explain a bit about them!

Does anyone in your system have roles? If so, what roles?

How long have you been a system and/or known of your system?

How did you discover your system? What was the process?

What does switching feel like to you, if you switch at all? 

Are your switches voluntary, involuntary or a mix? How often do you do it, if at all?

What’s your favourite part of being a system?

What’s your least favourite part of being a system, if you’re comfortable sharing?

Are your headmates generally different from the physical body? How do they differ from it?

Do you have any fictives/factives/etc? Tell us a little about them!

Does your system have a headspace? Are there multiple of them? What are they like?

Are there differences between systemmates surrounding sensory things? (For example, one person likes the taste of one food and another doesn’t.)

Does anyone have any different accents, or speak any different languages?

How would you describe your system in 3 words or less?

Do you have any LGBT+ headmates? What do they identify as?

Does anyone outside of the internet know you’re a system?

Do you have any cool/funny stories from inside the headspace that you’d like to share?

What’s some advice you’d give to yourself when you were first discovering your system?

What is something you wish singlets knew about plurality?

[formulawolff]

i. headlock - g.g. + g.r.

pairing -> fem!driver reader x gr63 (platonically)

word count -> 4.6k

warnings -> brocedes parallels, marijuana use, cursing, ANGST, so much ANGST, gut-wrenching heartbreak, lots of tears, slight toxicity, a falling out between two friends and teammates, alcohol usage, smut. basically every warning in the book!

a/n -> this is anon that started all of this. i do not apologize for the person that this concept has made me become. and i do not apologize for this fic. anon, ily. thank you for pulling me from the trenches of writer's block. <3

december 31st, 2025

“start from the beginning.”

“i’m not really sure if i want to–” 

a hand floats across the cushion, trembling slightly. 

it settles on top of yours, his fingers curling, squeezing the clammy skin.

he exhales a shaky breath, lashes fluttering as a tongue swipes along his lower lip. as he makes out the words, you can’t help but make out the golden glimmer in his mocha depths. they’re inviting, begging you to fall further and further in as he brings your knuckles to his mouth, shallow breaths fanning against heated skin. 

his voice is soft, rich with notes of comfort. a sound you forgot you missed, the coziness of bliss rippling in your chest as he speaks. 

“please. for me.”

292 days prior 

“golden girl, what are you looking forward to most this season with mercedes?”

blinking, you clear your throat, leaning into the microphone, “you were speaking to me, right?”

the reporter scoffs, rolling her eyes, “who else would i refer to as ‘golden girl’?” 

“easy there,” lewis cuts in, flashing a dazzling grin, “any one of us could be golden girl. especially this season. one of us could shine any given weekend.”

“he’s just saying that because he’s in that ferrari bullshit,” a giggle bubbles up in your throat as you shoot lewis a wink. yet, the realization washes over you, eyes widening, “oh fuck! did i just curse?”

“twice,” laughter erupts as max licks his lips, fighting a devious smirk, “hey someone call the fia on this lady! she’s cursing up a storm! where are the stewards so we can ensure she’s dealt with?”

“miss america,” another voice interjects, “will you just answer this poor woman’s question? she’s been waiting nearly three minutes now.”

your gaze falls on george, who happens to be visibly annoyed, toying with the zipper on his jacket, “yes, but only because you asked so politely.”

“thank you,” the british driver simply nods in response, his gaze fixated on his jacket. 

you and lewis share a glance, the ferrari driver a bit unnerved by the sudden shift of energy. silence settles over the space, the attention honing in on you once again. squirming in your seat, you shrug, gnawing on your lower lip.  

“i mean, i feel like there are a lot of things to look forward to this season now that i’m with mercedes. i really feel like i’m at home, and toto has been extremely encouraging and welcoming. the team has been open to all of the ideas i’ve pitched, and care about my input. and i can’t forget george. he’s been absolutely wonderful. i look forward to working with him, as we have a pretty good friendship off the track. and if i may add, he can whip up some tasty beans on toast.”

beside you, lando snickers, bringing his hand to his mouth. lewis shakes his head, mouth quivering. more chuckles rise from the crowd, yet george remains still, his jaw clenching. 

too far? you mouth to lewis, who waves a hand. 

not at all. 

“thank you,” the reporter’s pen flicks as she jots down your response, “that’s all i have.”

“are we finished here?” ollie fights a yawn, “cause–”

“awwww, is the baby getting sleepy?” fernando chimes in, exaggerating a pout. 

“yes, actually,” ollie nods, stifling a yawn, “very sleepy.”

“well that’s a wrap,” alex stretches as the media personnel shuffle about, filing out of the room, “i thought that was pretty productive. what about you guys?”

george tuts, folding his arms across his chest, “that was a waste of time.”

“oh come on,” alex frowns, “you didn’t like that, georgie?”

george mumbles a strand of words under his breath, rising to his feet, “i will see you all tomorrow for qualifying. have a good evening, and get some rest. you all need it, clearly.”

as the british driver makes his way through the array of chairs and tables, the remaining drivers linger, almost holding their breath. max is the first to break through the quiet, letting out a shaky breath.  

“not quite sure what’s gotten into him lately.”

“he was like that a couple of months ago,” lando inhales sharply, “i think he’s just in his head, that’s all.”

“we’re all in our heads,” fernando clicks his tongue, “this is opening weekend.”

at the spaniard’s words, you can’t help but nod in agreement. 

it was march 14th, 2025, the friday night before qualifying. 

a mere forty-eight hours from the first race of the season. 

twenty-four hours from now, the grid would be set. 

in approximately twelve hours, you’d be soaring down the track for your first ever qualifying in a mercedes car. 

a dream come true, really. 

a dream that came with a cost. 

following abu dhabi, bridges were burned. 

actually, more like incinerated. 

james did not take the move from williams to mercedes lightly. 

as your move to mercedes became more and more of a reality for the team principal, the relationship between the two of you only grew more and more bitter. with each passing weekend, the snide remarks shifted into blunt, loaded statements. even when you won, it was never enough for james. 

you were not fit enough for the world of formula one. your attitude was too sour. when you made mistakes, they were too costly. you would never become a champion at mercedes. toto was only filling your head with empty promises, just as he did with lewis. the upgrades they were making would not be able to compete with mclaren or ferrari. it would be years before mercedes could produce a car of championship caliber. 

you would only be going where dreams were left to die. 

that was the one statement that lingered. 

no matter how many times toto attempted to squash it. 

yet, with the start of the 2025 season, it promised nothing but new beginnings. a fresh start with the team you cherished ever since you were a little girl. over the course of the next nine months, you would be able to prove to the world that you were capable of securing that championship title. 

it sounded easy enough when you thought about it, but saying it out loud was particularly challenging. 

why were you so doubtful? what was holding you back? why was it so fucking difficult to picture yourself hoisting that trophy up high?

you could list a few reasons why. 

max verstappen was the first. 

throughout the entirety of last year, you were so confident. so sure of yourself. you managed to pull off one of the best starts of a season in your career, locking in a win weekend after weekend. you would have never imagined a more perfect start in the race to the championship. you sailed through jeddah. soared in miami. you even secured monaco. 

the points were stacked, odds in your favor, as you were the favorite to win it all. 

well, that was the case until spielberg. 

spielberg was a shit show. 

there really was not one particular person to blame for spielberg. the weather conditions were not entirely favorable that weekend. you were running off fumes from an eventful night with toto. there was a costly error in the team strategy that cost you several seconds from a podium. you couldn’t forget the time penalty either, which placed you near the bottom of the grid once everything was said and done. 

george was the one who ended up winning austria, as max and lando collided in their fight for first. 

from there, you fell into a funk. it was just an array of disappointing finishes. you barely made it to p2 some weekends, which cost you greatly in terms of the championship race. 

in the end, it was max verstappen who sealed the deal in vegas. 

it was a heartbreaking loss. gut-wrenching even. 

it was one of the first times in your life where you felt truly and utterly defeated, fighting back tears as you ducked through the paddock, desperate to avoid the press. the headlines to follow were even lower blows, as your name was plastered everywhere and anywhere. you could barely log on to instagram or tik tok without reading scathing, horrific remarks. 

there were demands that mercedes retract their deal with you. fans wanted you out of the paddocks for good. why even try when it was clear that you could not produce results? why were you even behind the wheel of a formula one car in the first place? 

following vegas, part of you wondered if they were right. you would never be max. you could never compete with someone as gifted as him. you would never win a championship as long as he was on the grid. you would never make history. you were just a stupid woman with silly little hopes. going to mercedes would not automatically guarantee you the championship title. you would have to fight for it in a mediocre car just like everyone else on the grid. 

perhaps you were icarus, who flew just a little too close to the sun. 

as long as max verstappen was competing, you would never achieve greatness. 

the second reason behind your doubts was mclaren. 

it was not a secret that mclaren was a force to be reckoned with. securing the constructor’s title proved that. 

those mclaren boys were starting to become a threat, the speed of the mclaren almost lethal. there were many instances in which you speculated if the car itself was legal, but it seemed to pass every inspection by the fia. without a doubt, oscar and lando were talented. but having a rocketship under your fingertips was certainly a bonus.  

a bonus that you were envious of with each passing weekend. 

yet, the idea of working with zak brown left a bitter taste in your mouth. it was enough to keep you from stepping foot in that ridiculous papaya paddock. 

and the third? you didn’t really want to talk about it.

well, it did bubble up often. a little too much for your liking. 

whenever those feelings resurfaced, you instinctively reached for the cartridge in your bag. you would inhale, exhale, and all of the sudden, those lingering ruminations would disappear, the high sweeping you up in its blissful embrace. 

did you want to discuss those lingering thoughts? yes. 

but could you? no.

well, lately, they weren’t thoughts.

they were starting to transform into an awful sensation. the sort of feeling that left you numb from head to toe, waves of guilt crashing over. the sort of sensation that sent you reeling, lying awake at night, reaching for that cartridge so you wouldn’t feel anything else.  

you were going through those carts a little too much for your liking as of lately.

but as long as it distracted you from those thoughts, it didn’t matter. 

luckily, the start of the season slowed you down. well, just enough. 

making your way to the garage, you notice him pacing about, phone pressed to his ear. his brows are furrowed, knit together with concentration. his pristine polo is unbuttoned slightly more than it was a few hours ago, revealing a snowy white t-shirt underneath. the shirt clings to his skin, spanning across his toned chest.  

as you get closer, you pick out the way the muscles in his forearm flex as he brings a hand to his chin, nodding along. 

the moment you come into his line of sight, he murmurs a few hushed words, then proceeds to shove the phone into his pocket. you purse your lips, cocking your head. typically, you were greeted with a radiant smile, swept up into his arms for a tight hug. however, he is reserved, his lips etched in a deep frown, hands situated on his hips. 

ducking your head, you avoid his stony gaze, “who was that?”

“the stewards,” you shrink slightly at the iciness inflected throughout his words, “it was about your drug test.”

“and?” your heart skips a beat, yet you maintain your composure,  shrugging, “was there something abnormal or–”

“you tested positive for cannabinoids.” 

“and?” you press, clicking your tongue, “what about it?”

the team principal tilts his head, a tongue swiping along his teeth, “why have you been hiding it from me?” 

“that’s what you’re concerned about?” 

toto nods, the intense eye contact picking you apart, almost as if he was studying every little move, every little inflection in your voice, “yes, that is what i’m concerned about. i do not give a fuck about the other shit that comes with this. i want to know why you were hiding it from me. you know i don’t care during the off-season and holidays. i encourage it, actually, as it seems to help keep your anxiety at bay. 

but we are not on holiday. we are about to start the fucking season and here you are, prancing around with that ridiculous little pen. are you under the impression that the rules just don’t apply to you because of our relationship?”

“toto,” you swallow thickly, realizing that eyes are starting to wander, “can we please talk about this in private?”

“no,” to your dismay, he raises his voice several octaves, the sound carrying throughout the entire space, “you are not racing this weekend. kimi will be filling your seat instead. you have been suspended for three races.”

in that moment, you want nothing more than to just sink into the floor, disappearing from the stares that are now lasered in, focusing on nothing else but the lover’s quarrel in the middle of the garage. 

that’s when the terror starts to seep in.

you would not be able to race this weekend. you would have to sit on the sidelines, barred from earning points. you would not get that head start you needed so desperately in order to get ahead in the championship fight. you would have to play catch up the rest of the season to even compete for the title.

fuck. fuck. fuck. 

you wanted to scream. you wanted to explode. you wanted to curse him out right then and there. 

yet, your knees buckle, a wail rising in your throat. 

your lower lip quivers, tears blurring your vision, “toto, can we just–”

“no excuses,” the team principal growls, “you may have been able to get away with this at williams, but i am not excusing this. you are going to face the consequences of your actions, whether you detest it or not.”

bringing a hand to your face, you attempt to wipe away a tear. yet, you realize it’s too  late, as there were streams flowing down your cheeks, completely soaking through the fabric. 

hanging your head, you exhale a shaky breath, “o-okay.”

“that’s it?” you recoil at the cruel taunt, “that’s all you have to say?”

“yes,” you mutter, “that’s all.”

to your dismay, he struts past, giving you one last sentiment.  

“meet me in my office tomorrow morning at seven. if you’re a second late, i’m extending your suspension two more races. no exceptions.”

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three knocks ring out in the night. 

“hospitality! we have come to collect your bedding!”

grumbling, you get up on your feet, shuffling to the door. as your hand curls around the knob, you crack open the door, peering behind it.

before you stand alex and carlos, the pair bearing goofy smiles. in one of alex’s hands is a mysterious white paper bag, a bouquet of flowers in the other. at the sight of them, you nearly crumble, your throat tightening. 

“h-hi guys.”

alex puckers his lips, “can we come in?”

“yeah,” you dip your head, pulling the door toward you, “come on in.”

“we just wanted to let you know that we’re proud of you,” alex gushes, making his way to your kitchenette, “since you’re accomplishing big dreams, we brought some of your favorite snacks and a couple of drinks.”

at the sight of the flowers, you can’t help but giggle, “where did you find those?”

“don’t worry about it,” carlos waves a hand, making himself comfortable on your couch, “where’s toto?”

the mere mention of his name sends your heart rate spiking, a sheen of sweat pooling in your palms, “h-he had some stuff to take care of before qualifying tomorrow.”

“you’re lying,” alex rolls his eyes, plopping down next to carlos, “what’s going on? and don’t act like everything is all fine and dandy because i know damn well things are not.”

sighing, you settle between alex and carlos, resting your head on alex’s shoulder, “i’m not racing this weekend.”

alex’s muscles tense, the words dangerously quiet as they flow from his mouth, “what happened?”

chewing on the inside of your lower lip, you shrug, “i got into some deep shit with the stewards.”

at that, alex straightens his spine, shifting his waist so that he was looking down at you,  “what. happened.”

“i failed my drug test.”

“what?” carlos blinks, “why did you fail?”

sucking in a breath, you pause, trying to formulate some sort of response that wouldn’t trigger another meltdown. 

i failed because i am starting to regret taking the mercedes seat. and i can’t stop fucking thinking about it. it takes up my brain space. i can’t even focus without my mind wandering. i don’t feel joy when i’m in that seat. i’m not sure if this hunger i have will ever be fulfilled if i stay in that seat. i don’t feel at home. 

maybe james was right. maybe my dreams are going to just rot and die in that fucking car.

i feel like a fool. 

i just can’t take it anymore. 

i just can’t… 

“apparently i tested positive for cannabinoids.” 

“apparently or you did test positive?” alex presses, his voice soft as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, “you can be honest. you know we won’t say anything.”

“you can tell us,” carlos affirms, nodding fervently, “we just want to know what’s going on, in case we can help.”

i’m not sure if you guys can help. 

“i’ve been high nearly every day for the last three months.”

“wait, pause,” alex clears his throat, putting up a hand, “every day?”

“well,” you exhale, “more like every night. i haven’t been able to sleep.”

“oh,” carlos leans back, bringing a hand to his chin, “that’s not unheard of.”

“thanks guys,” you melt into the cushion, groaning, “i’m feeling so much better about it.”

“i mean it’s pretty normalized in the states so i’m not judging,” alex brings you closer to him, squeezing you gently, “did you get one of those special forms from a psychiatrist or therapist authorizing you to use it for therapeutic purposes? i know that the fia sort of excuses it if it’s medicinal.”

“of course not,” you shake your head, “i’ve just been carrying it around with me. everywhere i go, it comes with.”

“how do you get past international flights?” the inquiry comes tumbling out of carlos’ mouth, earning a laugh from you. 

“toto and i usually just fly private.” 

“oh,” carlos licks his lips, “that makes sense.”

“why have you been having issues sleeping?” alex murmurs, resting his chin on your head, “do carlos and i need to come over every night and have sleepovers so that you’ll get some shut-eye?”

“i’m not too sure if i want to talk about that right now. can we just change the subject?”

you feel alex’s adam apple bob, as if he was going to pry, but he remains quiet. carlos crosses his legs, his hands resting on his lap. you expect alex to ignore your request, but he complies, a ripple of relief blossoming in your chest. 

“how are things going with george? he seemed a wee bit uptight today.”

your jaw clenches, hands curling into tight fists. 

of course alex was going to bring up george. 

of course.

“things are going fine,” you pick at a loose thread on your sweatpants, “he’s been welcoming. we’re good friends, you know.”

“you sure about that?” alex coughs, “remember, we’re having honesty hour here. everything you say is confidential information.”

biting back a sharp retort, you snuggle into your hoodie, catching a whiff of toto’s cologne. 

there’s a pang in your chest, tugging at your heart.

maybe you could gossip with them about the incident earlier. just to change the topic of conversation entirely. 

maybe it would help you feel a little bit better to rant about your boyfriend for a good hour. maybe it would lift your mood slightly if you heard the words oh my god he’s such an asshole for that or what a dick! tell us more. 

just maybe. 

but would it make everything better? 

would it really? 

or would it just be like slapping a bandaid on a gaping wound? would it temporarily ease the pain that ate away at you, tearing you open from the inside?

there was no denying that when you made the move to mercedes, the way toto treated you changed. 

but that was expected. he was your boss now. you were under his wing. things had to remain professional. no lines could be blurred, as it was stated in your contract. there was no room for special treatment. 

he was the reason why you were here at mercedes. he was the one who was going to lead you to greatness. he was the one who promised he would fulfill your destiny. 

he was the one who gifted mercedes with their messiah.

the one who was going to win them both the world driver’s championship and the constructor’s.  

no matter the cost. 

at least, that’s what he told you. 

and that is what you were going to keep telling yourself. 

even if it absolutely destroyed you, you were going to secure that title. 

you had to. you just had to. 

because now, there was no other way out. 

there just wasn’t. 

december 31st, 2025

“i am so fucking sorry.”

sniffling, you wrinkle your nose, “you have no reason to be sorry.”

“i am though,” your heart sinks as he brings his head up, gaze glossy from tears, “you should never be in that sort of position. ever. you should never have to feel like you need to destroy every part of yourself for a team. that’s just so fucking unfair.”

“i-i did that to my-myself though,” the words are mangled as you spit them out, shoulders trembling as you sob, “i signed that contract. i was the one who put myself in that position. it’s all my fault. it’s all my fucking fault.”

“hey,” his accent seeps through as his hand connects with your cheek, the pad of his thumb swiping away a droplet as it cascades down, “please don’t blame yourself. you have no reason to blame yourself. it’s not your fault.”

“then who do i blame?” you counter, “whose fault is it then?”

“it’s not entirely one person’s fault,” the words are tender as he leans in, “if you keep blaming yourself, you’re only going to spiral further and further down that dark path. here, let’s talk about something else for the time being. ask me something. anything.”

“okay,” you nod, “c-can i have a tissue?”

“of course,” a chuckle rumbles in the base of his throat. carefully, he leans to the right, plucking a tissue box off the table, “here, knock yourself out. use as many as you need.”

graciously, you pull a few tissues from the box, blowing into them. he offers you a small trash can, and you toss them into the bin. bringing your sleeves to your eyes, you swipe  along your lashes, dousing the fabric. he murmurs something you can’t quite comprehend, fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

“what do you say we order some food, yeah?”

“i’m not so sure if that’s a good idea,” you exhale, curling up into the couch cushion, “i’m not really hungry.”

“oh come on,” his knee nudges yours playfully, “you’ve been over here for almost three hours. you need something to eat.”

“i need a joint,” you grumble, ignoring the continuous buzzing in your pocket. 

“good thing we’re in new york,” clambering to his feet, he shoots you a wink, “come on. let’s go for a ride. you need some fresh air.”

“can i drive?” 

at that, the corners of his lips twitch, forming a wide grin, “of course you can drive. which car do you want to take?”

“what about the mclaren?” 

“keys are on the island,” he motions his head toward the kitchen, “while you’re at it, start thinking about places where you want to eat.”

“that’s not fair,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “if i drive, that means you choose where to eat.”

“you have a point there,” he ushers you out of the door, pulling it shut, “you have a point there.”

as he makes his way to the garage, your gaze rests on his arm as it stretches out behind him, his hand waving. 

swallowing the lump in your throat, you find yourself intertwining your fingers together. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

the dozens upon dozens of missed calls and ignored texts proved that. 

but fuck, did it feel right. 

as if you were meant to be here. 

for the first time in months, there was this feeling brewing within you, coming back to the surface. 

it was peaceful, filling you up the brim with euphoria. reminiscent of that feeling of when you heard you father’s car pulling up in the driveway, or when your mom stopped by mcdonald’s on the way to kindergarten classes. it reminded you of that sensation you felt every time your plane pulled to a stop on that tarmac, surrounded by palm trees and cacti. 

for the first time in months, you felt like you were home. 

“since you’re driving, that means i’m aux,” his voice brings you back to earth, grounding you, “however, i’m making an exception. what do you want to listen to?”

“whatever you want to,” you shrug, climbing into the driver’s seat, “i’m not picky.”

“how about some adele?” he arches a brow, letting out a hearty laugh as you scowl, “i  was just kidding. i know that’s probably the last thing you want to listen to.”

as you start the car, the engine roars to life. your eyes widen, and you can sense his smile as he leans over the center console, pointing out a few of the bells and whistles. his shoulder brushes against yours, sending heat flourishing into your cheeks as his hand guides yours to the gear shift. 

“i-i’m sorry,” he whispers, “i’m getting too close.”

“is that such a bad thing?”

his chest heaves as you tilt your head, lashes fluttering as the tip of his nose brushes against yours, “no, but i need to keep my distance.”

all around you, the windows fog as his mouth ghosts over yours, “what if i want you to be this close?”

“it wouldn’t be fair,” the words tremble as you inch closer,  “i-i shouldn’t–”

“you should–”

“mmm,” he hums, pulling away, “you need time, as much as you won’t admit it.”

“fuck you,” you mumble, feeling a pout form as he smirks, waggling a finger. 

“you really though you could seduce me but nope! i am immune!”

“look up where the nearest dispensary,” your fingers curl around the gear shift, “please and–”

“i’m not letting that happen,” his attention is invested in his phone, scrolling through his apple music library, “okay, i found a good one. did you pick a place to eat?”

“no,” glancing over your shoulder, you ensure that there is nothing in sight as you reverse, foot hovering over the brake, “can we just drive around a little bit? i need some time to think.”

“yep!” he chirps, “under one condition, though.”

“and what’s that?” you hold your breath as you pull up to the gate.

“you tell me about george.”

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let me know if you would like to be tagged! i plan on making this a three part miniseries! thank you for reading! ♡

[fromthelakes]

Emily Prentiss Headcanons pt.2

Vonnegut Devotee: Emily loves Kurt Vonnegut and has a well-loved copy of her favorite novel that’s falling apart at the seams. She keeps it in her go-bag, pages dog-eared and full of scribbled marginalia. It’s her security blanket during flights or sleepless nights. Emily can and will quote Vonnegut in casual conversation, but only when she’s with someone who will appreciate it.

Scrabble Queen: Despite her polished demeanor, Emily is shockingly competitive at board games. One of her favorites is Scrabble, and she has a knack for playing obscure, high-scoring words that make everyone else groan. Penelope has forbidden her from playing against her because “it’s like bringing a machine gun to a knife fight.”

Wombat Enthusiast: Emily fell in love with wombats during a random late-night documentary binge. They quickly became one of her favorite animals, partly because of their cubic poop, but mostly because they’re tough and weirdly adorable—kind of like her in a way. She once went down a rabbit hole (or a wombat burrow?) and learned everything there is to know about wombats.

Fixation Cycle: When Emily discovers something new that interests her, she dives in headfirst. Her apartment is full of evidence of past hyperfixations, like piles of books on a single obscure topic, and a vintage vinyl collection she got way too into for about six months. You’ll know she feels comfortable around you if she starts infodumping about her current interests.

Chosen Family: Emily is fiercely protective of her chosen family. She would (and has) dropped everything to help a friend in need, whether it’s showing up unannounced with takeout or flying halfway across the world for a team member in trouble. She also keeps tiny mementos of her BAU family—like a doodle Penelope made or a silly photo of Spencer from a case. She’s secretly too sentimental to throw them away.

Silent Support: Emily doesn’t need to say much to make someone feel better. She has a quiet presence that can fill a room, one that’s somehow calming and encouraging without being too overbearing. People tend to gravitate towards her when they need space to think, and Emily is comfortable just being there, allowing people the time they need.

Unspoken Bond: Her friendship with JJ feels layered, like there’s something unspoken beneath it. There’s a certain softness Emily adopts around her, as if JJ is the exception to her usual walls. She knows when JJ needs words and when she just needs a quiet hug or a cup of tea placed in her hands. When JJ’s upset, Emily is the first one to offer her a shoulder to cry on.

Flustered Charm: For all her confidence, Emily gets adorably flustered when a woman flirts with her. It’s rare, but if a woman catches her off guard, she might stumble over her words. She’s really good at wing-womaning her friends but terrible at actually flirting for herself. Penelope has had to intervene on her behalf to stop Emily from sabotaging her own game with bad jokes.

Chocolate Connoisseur: Emily’s weakness is chocolate. She’s a chocolate snob and can taste the difference between “good” chocolate and mediocre brands. She will, however, eat any chocolate if it’s paired with wine. She has a stack in her desk that she swears is for emergencies but dips into almost daily.

Tea Ritual: While coffee is her go-to, Emily has a late-night tea ritual when she’s too wired to sleep. She likes blends like lapsang souchong or anything smoky. Emily's tea collection is borderline ridiculous. She’ll try any obscure blend, and her cabinet is overflowing with tins and bags she hasn’t touched in years.

A/N: Heyy! A lot of you seemed to love my "not-so-cute" Emily headcanons, so here's part 2 with some softer headcanons to make up for the heartache I might've caused. Some of them have some neurodivergent vibes to them because... I am autistic and I say so. Also the wombat thing kinda came out of nowhere, but I stand by it.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

SFW alphabet w/ curly pleasplease

SFW ALPAHBET | CURLY

A/N: Gotchu 👍

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's pretty affectionate, just not super affectionate, but not standoffish either. Loves to handhold or lean his head on your shoulder (vice versa). Loves to put his head on your lap.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Clearly a ride or die (as we've seen). Will have your back, though not the most attentive lister and tends to space out, but he will still listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He enjoys it time to time! Likes having you on top of him resting on his big man boobs (sorry i had to make this comment after I've seen so many people make art of him with that barrel chest) but having that familiar weight on him actually gives him some level of peace and keeps him grounded in the present.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He can cook and clean. After the Tulpar (without him burning) is can see Curly being tired of leading and having ambition weigh him down. So I can see him becoming a house husband with a knack for gardening.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He sucks at confrontation, so if he HAD to it would be via a letter.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Down to marry. 100% it's always been a dream of his. Marriage isn't even a question for him it's a question for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Both. Very gentle and delicate. Curly is the type of guy to stop and smell the roses. Is very careful with you, he fears he might overstep or cross a boundary with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs! Sometimes he'll even lift you if he's in a super good mood.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Medium burn. Quicker than expected but he's a softie.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not much, there is a fear in the back of his head that he could be doing more to win you over, but other than not, it's not really a concern.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Likes kissing the top of your head and cheek. When you're off the work he'll lean down and give you a peck as he pushes you breakfast to-go tupaware into your hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's not the best. He cares a lot for children but Curly's caution might make him a little boring for kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I want to imagine Curly secretly hates mornings. He's groaning into his pillow and pulls you against him while wrapping the two of you in a blanket burrito.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nice dinners, Movie theatre, Halo 2 (Anya convinced him to play the Halo series) campaign, a lot of things.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

SLOW. This man really struggles with being open and honest when it comes to what's on his chest. We see it in the game, but he thinks that if he keeps his burdens to himself, it will make his job easier. It won't. So it takes him a while, and you have to gently coax it out of him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Slow to anger, quick to panic.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Honestly tries his best but he can have his head in the clouds sometimes, but has a really GOOD idea of new things you'd like.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A proposal or fun nights out in an outlet.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective in the way that he'll buy you a top rated tazer and teach you how to use it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A LOT. GOES ALL OUT. AND STILL WORRIES ITS NOT ENOUGH.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bottling up his emotions, fear of conflict/confrontation, and initial struggle with vulnerability.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not much, though his hair takes more time than anything.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. He is lost without someone.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Likes older cars to newer cars. I can totally see him driving a Buick GNX.

Despite being a captain i can see him having an inclination towards the mechanical arts!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Arrogance. He hates arrogance. Also lack of empathy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Stomach sleeper when you're not around. Talks in his sleep.

[startheskelaton]

I'm still not over the potential fallout of Nightflyers death.

Like sparkplugs obviously going to be upset and maybe even have something else going on depending on the exact circumstances. I have no idea if she'd be involved in any way or see him die or not but, like, they had a connection and she still rather liked him so of course she has a complicated feeling of grief.

Starscream and Slipstream are definitely NOT okay. Probably in absolute pieces. And likely still expected to deal with whatever political fallout comes directly after Nightflyer dies.

As for Soundblaster I can see him being there for Sparkplug and initially not having an immediate reaction himself. Like he feels something like grief but he thinks it's just because Sparkplug is sad. But time tics by and the feelings still there along with the certain knowledge that Nightflyer isnt there and (as far as he knows) will never be there again. Along with the persistent lack of his presence in Soundblaster life.

Depending on the timeline of events I wouldn't be surprised if Soundblaster only realized he was actually SAD about losing Nightflyer and had been grieving this whole time after Nightflyer is revived.

((I know I've been sending a lot of asks and I am sorry. I'll try to slow this thought train down))

So… believe it or not… Sparkplug seemingly had no reaction to Nightflyers death at first.

This was because after seeing Soundwave die, killing Tarn, dealing with Tarn as her new ghost guide, learning from him that Optimus was actually always watching her as a spirit and just now finally gone to the all spark….. She had kinda started numbing herself to it all. Not because she wanted to, but with everything going on, she felt like it was almost inevitable that someone else close to her was going to die, so she was already prepared for the worst.

I feel like this would tie into her getting closer with Slipstream, as they’ve basically switched how they show themselves.

Slipstream is 100% emotion right now, any cute bubbly persona she had perfectly crafted over her life is now overshadowed by her genuine true self. While Sparkplug is basically a wall, taking orders, doing what she has to do and only opening up to Soundblaster on occasion… aka, pulling a megatron. Slipstream would see this and become infuriated, if this girl cared about her brother so much, why wasn’t she acting like it? How dare she ignore the problem in front of them.

Eventually Sparkplug would eventually break, telling Slipstream that she genuinely just expects the people around her to just die because that’s what’s been happening… why would it stop now. In their grief they find a common ground, a desire to just be with their family and keep them safe, from that grows a respect and eventual friendship.

Soundblaster is always thinking of Nightflyer even if he doesn’t realize it. So the moment he’s actually gone… he’s not okay. The one constant in his life disappeared and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s happy to be with Sparkplug but he knows that something is missing, and that feeling grows the longer he’s gone.

So I’m imagining that Nightflyer coming back and Megatron dying are tied in some way. Megatron allows Starscream to end his life so that Starscream has a chance to save his son and bring him back. Eye for an eye, true forgiveness in death.

[maretinelli]

WAVY HAIR THEORY

Ollie Bearman X fem!reader

Summary: In which, Y/n and Ollie have been best friends since they were babies and keep in touch wherever they are, but when she says she's dating someone, Ollie has a few days to gather the courage to tell her he loves her.

Words: 5.5K+

Warnings: Best friends to lovers, Idiots to feelings, Cute and I think that's it.

Author: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar, spelling and slang errors that may be present in the story. I have wavy hair, but I straighten it, and I know that a lot of girls do this and I wrote this story to comfort us a little hahaha

MASTERLIST

Have you heard of the wavy hair theory?

Well, there's a theory that says that the more in love a woman is, the wavier her hair becomes. And that's how Y/n's hair looks when she spends time with Ollie. All wavy and in love.

But it seems that only they were oblivious to the feelings in their hearts.

Ollie and Y/n were practically inseparable since they were born. Their mothers, great friends, used to joke that they were 'birth brothers'.

From early childhood to adolescence, they grew up together, sharing secrets, laughter, and even a few tears. Ollie was the adventurous one, always pulling Y/n into his daring pranks, while she was the more logical mind, balancing out his antics.

Even now, with Ollie traveling the world as a Formula 1 driver and Y/n focused on her degree in economics, their friendship remained strong. They talked almost every day, sending messages about the news, videos, FaceTime and Y/n made a point of being present at many of his races, cheering him on from the stands or backstage.

What no one knew, or perhaps they just didn't realize, was that hidden beneath this friendship, there was something more. A mutual feeling that both ignored, thinking it was just the affection between friends.

Y/n was sitting on the bed in her room, the cozy environment lit by just one light above her bed.

She had one foot propped up on the bed, painting her nails with concentration, next to her, the laptop was open, displaying a video call with Ollie.

He was in his hotel room, after a day full of commitments at the track. With his cell phone in his hand, he looked at Y/n, who had her hair extremely straight for the occasion, her face relaxed as they talked casually.

"Are you seriously painting your nails while you're talking to me?" Ollie teased, the corner of his mouth lifting in an amused smile.

"And why wouldn't I be?" Y/n replied, not even looking at the screen. "You know I'm a multitasker, Olliebeans. I can talk and take care of myself at the same time."

"But it makes me feel less important, you know? Like I'm just... background noise." He made a dramatic tone that made her laugh.

"I hear you perfectly, drama queen." Y/n rolled her eyes and finally looked up at him on the screen. "And for your information, I'm just painting my nails because I'm going out tomorrow."

Ollie froze at that information for a moment. "Out? With who?" His tone sounded casual, but something in the pilot's gaze changed, as if he was paying more attention than he should have been.

But with her eyes glued to her nails, Y/n didn't even notice. She just gave a smirk and shrugged.

"Ah...with someone from my college..." Y/n smiles more. She answered naturally, without noticing the knot that was starting to form in his stomach.

Ollie tried to process the information, but before he could say anything, Y/n continued: "One of the seniors in my course, actually. He's always been super nice to me since I joined. He helps me with the difficult subjects and, well... eventually asked me out for coffee tomorrow."

She smiled as she spoke, as if it were something normal. But to Ollie, it was anything but normal. He tried not to show his irritation, but he couldn't help it.

"Ah, I see..." He muttered, absently fiddling with the strap of his backpack, which was on the bed, "This guy, is he... trustworthy?"

He knew he had no right to feel jealous like that, perhaps? - but the idea of Y/n dating someone else bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

"Of course it is, Olliebeans." Y/n replied, finally looking up at the screen. But before she could say anything else, a loud noise in the room caught her attention. "Garfield!" She exclaimed, dropping her nail polish on the bed.

The cat, who had orange fur and was a little ball of fur full of energy, was running around the room like crazy and knocking over everything in his path.

"Sorry, Ollie. Just a minute!" Y/n said, stepping out of the camera's frame as she ran after the cat.

Ollie just laughed softly, watching the scene. Despite his concern, seeing Y/n fighting with Garfield was both comical and genuine.

But the discomfort was still there, pulsing in his chest.

"Garfield, you little brat!" Her voice came from the back. "You broke my favorite vase!"

The Haas driver heard this and raised an eyebrow, realizing what she was talking about. It was the vase he had given her, along with a bouquet of flowers for her birthday. He remembered how happy she had been with the gift, taking several photos and telling her it would be a special item in her room.

Soon, Y/n returned to bed, frowning. Tucking her straight strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm mad at Garfield right now. He broke my favorite vase. The one you gave me for my birthday."

Ollie laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I can buy you another one, honey. Don't worry."

Y/n smiled softly. "But that one had sentimental value, you know? It was so special..." She says dramatically and Ollie smiles.

Before the topic could return to the meeting, and leave the pilot even more stunned, Ollie quickly looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I think I'll hang up now..." Ollie said, forcing a smile. He knew he needed to escape this conversation before his feelings spilled over. "I need to get ready for practice tomorrow."

Y/n nodded, not suspecting anything. Especially since they had been there for almost two hours. "Of course, you have to rest. Be well, okay? In a few weekends I'll be there to accompany you on the run. And test your patience!"

Ollie chuckles, knowing that when she was around the races were better.

"I can't wait to see you, sweetie."

Y/n laughed at the nickname, as she always did. "See you later, Ollie. Sleep well and get a great qualification tomorrow, huh!"

Ollie replied with a smile, albeit a bit bitter. "For you, always."

She laughed again and said goodbye, hanging up the call.

As Y/n's computer blanked out, she smiled, imagining what it would be like to see him again soon. But on the other side, Ollie wasn't smiling. He dropped his phone on the mattress, sighing deeply.

The discomfort grew like a weight on his chest. Knowing that Y/n, the person he was secretly in love with, had a date the next day left him anxious.

He wanted to be happy for her, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her that she deserved someone amazing, but all he could think was, Why not me?

For a few minutes, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. His mind was a mess of thoughts, emotions, and regrets.

The pilot sighed again before finally standing up. He needed a shower. Maybe the hot water would help wash away that lump in his throat that insisted on staying.

He was always the loyal friend, the confidant, the cradle brother. But never, not for a moment, the guy she would fall in love with. He knew that, but still, he couldn't help but wish he were.

Or could it be that she was just seeing someone else to forget about him?

As the hot water ran down his face, Ollie decided he needed to do something.

Anything. He just didn't know what. Not yet.

••••••••••••••••••••

The weekend had finally arrived when Y/n would see Ollie after a few weeks apart.

It was an overcast day at the Monza Grand Prix, and Y/n walked through the paddock with a confident stride, though her heart was racing. The air was vibrant with the energy of the event, the buzz of the teams and the occasional sound of an engine in the distance.

She was wearing a Haas shirt tucked into a black leather jacket that Ollie had given her. The driver had bought it on one of his trips and, when he handed it to her, he said: "I saw this jacket in a shop window and I knew right away it was your style. It suits you."

Her comfortable jeans and wavy hair blowing in the wind completed the casual yet original look.

Her hair was naturally wavy that morning, something she had noticed when she looked in the mirror. Unlike the day she met her college boyfriend, when it had been extremely straight when she woke up that day. Now it was as if it had a life of its own.

She liked it.

It was as if the mere idea of seeing Ollie made something inside her awaken, and that, somehow, was reflected in her hair.

Y/n looked around, trying to locate the Haas garage, while the jacket gently tightened her shoulders with the weight of the memory of whoever gave it. With each step, she felt the air of Monza filling her lungs and the sound of the fans in the distance increasing her anticipation.

Suddenly, Y/n was taken by surprise when she felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her from behind, hugging her shoulders.

"Hii. I was going to pick you up at the hotel," Ollie said, his voice carrying a familiar, playful tone, very close to her ear. Making her swallow a sigh that was stuck in her throat with that gesture. "I didn't know you could find your way by yourself!"

Y/n turned around, laughing, and saw him grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, I'm an independent adult, you know? Who would have thought, right?!" She teased, earning a laugh from him.

He stepped away, but only far enough to walk beside her. "Come on, the garage is right there."

As they walked together, talking about the days they spent apart, Y/n looked down at the ground and noticed something that made her heart warm: Ollie was wearing the sneakers she had given him as a birthday present. That particular pair had been chosen with such care, because she knew he loved comfort and design.

They always exchanged gifts like these, small gestures that carried a greater meaning, a subtle way of showing how much they cared for each other. Ultimately, these gifts were each of their ways of saying, without words, that their feelings went beyond friendship.

Her smile grew.

Ollie, who was in the middle of commenting on the weather, stopped when he noticed something different about his best friend. He looked at Y/n's hair, now loose, and gently ran his fingers through the wavy strands.

"Your hair looks beautiful like this," he said, with a softness that made her cheeks flush.

Y/n laughed, trying to hide her blush. "Oh, I don't know what happens. Sometimes it's super straight, other times it's all wavy. I just wake up and see how it is. It must be the weather, who knows."

Ever since she was a child, whenever she was around him, her hair seemed to come alive, growing wavier, fuller and more bouncy. It had been like that when they spent summers together, playing in the backyard or running along the beach. But when she moved away for college, her hair began to straighten, as if the distance from him had extinguished something inside her.

Yet whenever she returned to Ollie, like now, the waves returned as well—a sort of unconscious reflection of everything he made her feel.

"So... how was that meeting with your senior?" The question came out almost casually, but the slight blush on her face betrayed her nervousness. "I don't think we've talked about it since that day."

In truth, it was Ollie who had been avoiding the subject. But now he was curious to know what direction the meeting had taken.

Y/n shrugged, putting her hands in her jacket pockets to protect herself from the Monza cold. She looked at Ollie thoughtfully as she walked around the paddock with him.

"Oh, it was nice... He's nice, you know? Handsome, kind, smart..." She paused, as if choosing the right words. "But you know when it feels like something's missing? Like, everything's fine on paper, but... I don't know." Her tone of voice sounded like she was disinterested in the guy.

Ollie nodded, trying to hide the relief that flooded his chest.

"I know exactly what you mean." He looked deeply into her eyes, the seriousness in his gaze making Y/n's heart race. "I really do. But... what are you going to do about it?"

She bit her lower lip, thinking. "I don't know yet. I think I'll wait until next semester starts and see what happens"

Ollie nodded in agreement, but inside, he felt his courage rising. Ever since that video call a few days ago, he had known it was time to take the plunge. Keeping this feeling to himself already felt unfair, like he was wasting something precious and beautiful.

As she looked at the path ahead, Ollie hesitated for a second before placing his hand gently on her back.

The touch, though familiar, seemed to carry something more. Y/n felt an unexpected warmth, which ran up her spine and made her hold her breath for a moment. "We're here, princess."

Y/n looked up and saw the movement in the garage. A few familiar faces turned to her, including a girl from the media team she had befriended, who smiled hugely when she saw her.

"Look who came to visit us!" The woman exclaimed, approaching for a warm hug. "We missed you around here, Y/n!"

Y/n laughed, returning the hug. "I was swamped with college stuff, but I finally managed to take a few days off."

Ollie stood beside them, a small smile on his face as he kept his hand on Y/n's back, as if it were natural.

"And you look wonderful!" the woman commented, looking at her hair. "That wavy look with the clips looks beautiful."

"Oh, thank you." Y/n smiled, touching the strands. "I woke up and saw him like this. I think he decided to get tangled up on his own." She jokes and the girl laughs.

She excuses herself saying she had a few more things to finish and they walk back down the garage, when Y/n casually commented to Ollie.

"But honestly, this Monza air makes my hair completely unruly."

Ollie let out a light laugh. "I disagree. I think it's perfect." He leaned in slightly, placing a soft kiss on her hair.

The familiar scent of peach invaded his senses, bringing back memories from years ago. He smiled, remembering how she had used and loved that shampoo since she was twelve.

Y/n laughed, but there was a hint of surprise in her voice. "You always notice these things, don't you?"

"I've always noticed. Ever since we were little." His answer came low, almost a whisper, but full of meaning.

She turned her face to him, her eyes searching for something more in her friend's gaze. But before she could ask what he meant, a familiar voice interrupted the moment.

"Y/n! You're finally here!" Esteban burst into the hallway with a wide smile, pulling her into a friendly hug. "Thank goodness, because Ollie kept saying how excited he was to have you here!" Bearman's teammate teased.

Y/n laughed, while Ollie immediately blushed, looking away.

"Esteban! Don't exaggerate..." Ollie muttered, pushing his teammate lightly, causing the three of them to laugh.

"Okay, okay!" He raises his arms in surrender and smiles. "We can catch up later, what do you think? I'm going to a physical therapy session now." He points, taking a few steps towards the direction.

Y/n smiles friendly. "Sure, we'd love to!"

Esteban smiles kindly and waves before heading off in the direction he needed to go. Ollie turns his gaze to his best friend.

"So... do you fancy having coffee with the Ferrari guys or would you rather stay in the hospitality room with me, chatting and playing cards?"

"I think a coffee would be great. It's cold out, and it's always good to catch up with the old guys." She smiles, remembering the times she and Ollie would spend hours chatting to the Ferrari guys when he was training at the Ferrari Academy.

Ollie put his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the garage. "Okay, boss, let's go!" He teased.

Y/n laughed, bringing up the subject of college as they headed towards the Ferrari hospitality, not mentioning dates or anything else that could make the moment heavy.

It was light, as it always should be with them.

••••••••••••••••••••••••

Qualification day.

The morning of qualifying began with a typical atmosphere of tension and expectation in the paddock. The sound of the engines was drowned out by the buzz of the teams working on final adjustments, and Y/n felt those familiar butterflies in her stomach being so close to the races.

His hair, however, seemed to reflect another energy. Wavy and voluminous as ever, it was almost comical how it transformed whenever Ollie was around. It was as if he had some kind of magic that made her heart race and somehow shaped her strands.

Y/n smiled as she noticed how her hair was wavier and fuller that morning when she woke up.

It seemed to have gotten wavier during their interactions the day before, in fact, especially when Ollie was saying something directly to her in front of the Ferrari crew. Every word he said was a touch to her heart, and apparently, an extra wave in her hair.

Now they were in the small room reserved for Ollie, sitting on the floor. The atmosphere here was quite different from the hustle and bustle of the paddock. Y/n was wearing leggings, a Haas t-shirt that seemed a little too big, comfortable sneakers, and a headband holding back her unruly hair. Ollie, as always, was already in his racing suit, ready for any moment he was called upon.

They used to stretch together on qualifying days—a ritual of theirs—but now they just sat across from each other, laughing at whatever came up in conversation and forgetting about stretching.

"Did you know I can do hypnosis?"

Ollie laughed immediately, leaning back, resting one hand on the floor as he crossed his legs. "You know hypnosis? That's new!"

"Of course I know!" Y/n tried to remain serious, but the mischievous smile on her lips revealed otherwise.

He raised his eyebrows, playing along. "Alright. Then hypnotize me, master of mind tricks!"

She tried to hold back her laughter, but couldn't help but chuckle as she said, "Okay, I'm going to do some hypnosis, and when I snap my fingers, you're going to forget you're gay!" Before Ollie could protest, she snapped her fingers in an exaggerated gesture.

"Hey!" He retorted with a surprised smile. "I'm not gay!"

Y/n pretended to widen her eyes, covering her mouth with her hands. "Wow, the hypnosis really worked!" She burst out laughing, laughing out loud at her own joke.

Y/n burst into laughter, leaning forward as she laughed nonstop. Ollie followed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but he couldn't contain his smile.

"You're ridiculous. This joke is ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous!" He said, laughing along with her. Then, impulsively, he reached out and cupped her face with his warm hands.

Y/n felt his touch like a gentle shock. Her laughter faded into a soft smile, and she swallowed hard. Ollie's face was so close that for a moment she forgot where she was. Her heart was pounding, and the world seemed to stop around her.

She loved him, more than she wanted to admit, more than their friendship could explain. Years of hiding those feelings, years of wishing he felt the same.

Ollie looked at her with the same intensity. He knew what she felt, had known for a long time. But saying it out loud seemed impossible, even now, when her eyes were fixed on his, so close, so vulnerable.

Y/n was about to speak, say everything, when the door opened abruptly.

“Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.” The Haas engineer hurried in, a hurried tone in his voice. “Bearman, we need you in the garage in thirty minutes.”

Y/n picked up her cell phone from the floor, pretending to play with it while Ollie smiled at the corner of his mouth, almost in an attempt to ease the tension.

He pulled his hands away. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm just going to stretch a little."

The engineer nodded, then left and closed the door behind him.

For a moment, silence filled the space. Then, Y/n let out a nervous laugh, and Ollie joined in.

"We better start stretching before they drag you out there kicking you," she joked, standing up.

"I guess that's an idea." He replied, smiling, but still thinking about what almost happened.

As they stretched, Ollie couldn’t get the moment out of his head. They were so close to something more, something he had wanted for so long. He kept watching her, seeing her smile as she concentrated on her exercises.

In turn, Y/n couldn't forget either. That could have been a kiss, which made her think of all the times she had kept her feelings inside.

They both knew that qualifying day would be tougher than expected - not because of the track, but because of what was left unsaid.

The hustle and bustle of the garage was intense, but Y/n remained focused as she watched Ollie's qualification on the monitor.

She wore headphones, completely immersed in the details of the communication between the team and the driver. Her wavy, voluminous hair seemed to dance with the wind that circulated through the garage, adding an almost cinematic touch to the scene.

When Ollie crossed the finish line in P9, the garage erupted in subdued celebration, and Y/n was one of the first to react. She cheered excitedly, smiling and clapping alongside the team members, feeling that almost palpable pride at seeing her best friend turn in a solid lap.

However, the work wasn't over for Ollie. He had to stay a little longer to fine-tune the car and interact with the engineers.

Meanwhile, Y/n wandered off to the rest area of the garage, where she began chatting with one of the media girls, someone she had become good friends with over the course of race weekends.

"Have you seen Julia Roberts around?" Ollie asked Esteban, who was nearby in the car.

The other pilot raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Who?"

Ollie chuckled softly and explained, "Y/n. That's what I call her when her hair is like that." He made spiral gestures with his finger.

Esteban laughed and crossed his arms. "You know that's romantic, don't you?"

The British rolled his eyes, ignoring his companion's comment, but he couldn't hide the slight smile that escaped. "Where is she?"

"She's back there, talking to the media girls."

Ollie thanked him and started walking in the direction indicated. He was still a little sweaty from the effort of qualifying, his racing suit open and tied at the waist, revealing the black fireproof t-shirt he wore underneath.

When he arrived at the rest area, he found Y/n with her back turned, still talking animatedly with her media friends, he called her by name, with that typical smile.

As soon as Y/n heard Ollie's voice, her heart skipped a beat, as it always did when he called her with that tone that seemed to belong only to her.

When she saw him walking towards her, his jumpsuit tied around his waist and that slight smile, she had to force herself not to blush.

"Congratulations on P9! You were amazing!" Y/n jumps into her best friend's arms and wraps him in a warm hug, placing her head on the boy's neck.

“Thank you, honey!” He held her tight, like she was an anchor amidst the chaos of a race weekend. Ollie ducked his head slightly. “I wanted to thank you, you know? For always being here.”

Y/n smiled, but without lifting her head from his neck she said in a muffled voice. "Of course, Ollie. You're my best friend."

Those words, 'best friend', made Ollie's heart clench for a second, but he forced a smile, swallowing what he really wanted to say.

When Y/n finally lifted her head from the hug and looked at him, her eyes were shining with something between happiness and pride. "You really were amazing today. Everyone in the garage was excited to see you back."

Ollie smiled, but something about his expression seemed different. His eyes held contact for a few seconds longer than usual, and the intensity of his gaze made Y/n reflexively look away, blushing slightly.

"It's easier when you're here," he said, his voice lower.

Y/n laughed, a short, slightly nervous laugh. "Oh yeah? I guess I should start charging for it then."

He gave a light laugh. Ollie knew he should say something more. Right now, it seemed like time was on his side. But the words just wouldn’t come.

"You deserve to celebrate today," Y/n said, diverting his attention by grabbing a bottle of water from the table. Moving a little away from him. "A P9 is not something easy to achieve, especially with all the pressure you carry."

Ollie watched her for a moment, his hands still resting on the coveralls tied around his waist. "You always understand me so well, don't you?"

Y/n stopped drinking the water and blinked a few times, confused by the unexpected tone. "What?"

"I mean, you... you're different, you know? You're always there for me, you always believe in me, even when I doubt myself."

"Sure, Ollie," Y/n replied, still smiling, closing the bottle of water. "You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

He wanted to say yes, but he also wanted to say more. His throat felt dry, his words stuck again. "I would do anything for you, Y/n," he said finally, his sincerity shining through.

Y/n smiled, without words to respond to that statement. And like a hero, one of the engineers appeared again calling Ollie. Remembering that they needed to finalize the car's adjustments for the race the next day.

"I... need to go back." He takes a step back, but then smiles easily and points to his best friend. "But I'll accept the celebration!! How about pizza and sweets at the hotel tonight?"

Y/n laughs and nods in agreement. "Sure. Pizza and sweets!"

Ollie winks at her and leaves the room, leaving a stunned Y/n with her feelings on edge now. She tries to push the thoughts away by shaking her head and smiling.

As she bends down to pick up her phone from the table, her hair falls into her face, and then, she sees an extremely curly strand. She picks it up in her palm, frowning a little. Y/n could have sworn that her hair hadn't been THIS curly when she woke up that morning.

But not really caring about this situation, since she liked her wavy hair, she shrugs and heads to one of the paddock's cafes to buy a hot chocolate.

The hotel room was lit with white light, the atmosphere was welcoming and peaceful, with the sound of laughter filling the space. An open pizza box and candy wrappers were scattered across the carpet, while Ollie and Y/n sat on the floor, facing each other.

"And then, I only realized I had deleted the wrong slide when I was in front of everyone!" Y/n said, covering her face with her hands in a mix of embarrassment and laughter. "And the worst part? The teacher was there, with that look on his face that said 'I expected more from you.'"

Ollie laughed, leaning back and resting his hands on the carpet. "That's just like you, Y/n. Always tripping over your own ideas."

Y/n grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him, laughing. "Hey! That wasn't encouraging at all!"

He laughed even harder, catching the pillow before it hit the floor. "But you found a way, didn't you? Because you always find a way."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I ended up improvising a speech that didn't even make sense. But somehow everyone bought into it and I got an A."

Ollie watched her intently as she spoke, his eyes shining with something deeper. He knew this was the moment. There was something about this night—maybe her carefree laughter, the gleam of happiness in her eyes, or the fact that they were so close, just the two of them, in such an intimate space. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

When Y/n finished telling her story and took another slice of pizza, she finally noticed Ollie's gaze on her. He didn't hide it, he kept looking, as if he was absorbing every detail of her.

She stopped with the slice of pizza in her hand and laughed nervously. "Why are you looking at me like that, Ollie? Do I have sauce on my face or something?" Y/n quickly runs her hand over her face.

He didn't answer right away, just tilted his head and smirked. Finally, he gathered his courage. "I've been looking at you like that for years, Y/n."

She blinked in surprise and slowly placed the piece of pizza back into the box. "What?"

Ollie took a deep breath, feeling his heart race. It was now or never.

"I always look at you like that because... because you're the most amazing person I've ever met." He began, not looking away. "You're smart, you're funny, and you have this unique way of making any room seem brighter just because you're in it. And, well, I've been keeping this inside for a long time, but... I love you, Y/n. More than friends."

The silence that followed was almost deafening to Ollie. His heart leapt into his throat, as if each second without a response was an eternity.

Y/n stared at him, completely stunned by his words. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and then closed it again, trying to process what she had just heard. Finally, she managed to find her voice.

"Ollie... are you serious?"

He nodded slowly, nervousness evident in his eyes but determination in his posture. "More serious than ever."

Y/n felt her heart race. She had never considered that that look or those small actions of his meant something so deep.

But now, all the pieces have started to fall into place. The way he was always by her side, how he made a point of making her smile on her worst days, how he looked at her with so much affection, as if she were the only person who mattered in the world.

Y/n started to laugh, but tears started to roll down her face. Ollie stood frozen, his heart clenching as he watched her.

He quickly approached, kneeling in front of her, his hands shaking as he gently cupped her face. His thumbs brushed away her tears, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.

"Y/n..." Ollie called her, his voice soft, almost fearing the answer. "What happened?"

She opened her eyes, meeting his. A shy smile played across her lips. "It's just... it was so nice to hear that from you, Ollie. After so many years... so many years of holding onto the same feeling and convincing myself that you would never see me that way.

Ollie's eyes widened, and he could barely process her words before she continued.

"I love you too, Ollie. I always have. Not just as a best friend, but as... everything you are to me."

He was silent for a moment, his smile slowly spreading across his face. It was as if the entire world had stopped for him in that instant.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice low, his eyes fixed on hers as if they were the only thing that mattered.

Y/n let out a soft laugh, tears still in her eyes, and nodded. "Yeah. Sure, Olliebeans."

Ollie wasted no time. He leaned forward, closing his eyes, and his lips met hers in a kiss full of tenderness and passion that had been pent up for years. His hands were still cupping her face, his thumbs gently stroking her skin. The kiss was slow but full of meaning, as if they were both discovering a whole new world together.

When they separated, their faces still close, Ollie rested his forehead against hers, smiling as if it were impossible to contain the happiness that overflowed in his chest.

"I love you so much, my darling" He whispers.

Y/n gives the biggest smile she's ever had in her life. "I love you so much," she repeats.

And it was like that, that Y/n's hair never stopped being wavy. Do you know why? Because Ollie never stopped being by her side. It was as if his heart had direct contact with the waves of her hair, and with each new declaration of love, new curls appeared.

[sdmnpact]

Among Us. Part 2.

Wroetoshaw x Reader ff

Part 1

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You were sitting at a table across from Harry. You two actually decided to go out that night to celebrate your amongus win. It's a silly thing to go out to celebrate but realistically, you two used this as an excuse to meet up in person. After all that time you two 'spent together', you wanted to get to know each other in a proper environment rather than slicing your friends up.

The more you guys spent together, the more you felt comfortable with him. You two meshed together so easily because of your similar interests and sense of humor. You two could have stayed there all night chatting until the sun came up. Being there so long, you both kept ordering beers slowly and steadily getting a little more than tipsy. A light pink flush growing on both your cheeks as you drank on.

Time passing by so quickly, too quickly. It was quite late and you knew it was time to head home.

"You reckon we should leave now?" You asked slightly slurred. Finishing off the last bit of your drink. He agreed and you lot made your way towards the uber that Harry had ordered. You looked out the window seeing the streets under the light of the full moon. You looked towards Harry to see him struggling to stay awake. It wasn't too late, but the alcohol had definitely taken effect on you both. All you wanted at the moment was to lay in your warm bed.

As you arrived at your flat, you saw the shape Harry was in and told him to come up with you.

"Let's go bog." You said pulling on his arm as he followed you out the uber. You headed upstairs and inside to your flat.

"So, what should we do now?" He asked slightly more awake now. "Don't know, want to watch a movie?" you suggested. He nodded as he made his way towards the couch. He plopped down grabbing one of the throw pillow adjusting himself. You grabbed your remote and played a random movie on Netflix.

You sat about a foot away from him trying to get comfortable yourself. "You can come closer if you'd like." He almost murmured but said loud enough for you to hear. You smiled to yourself as you scooted closer now shoulder to shoulder. He slowly moved his arm to rest on the back of the couch, behind you. You felt the warmth of his arm almost wrapped around you.

As the movie progress, you two began melting together. You didn't realize just how close you had gotten to him. You were practically on his lap as he had fully wrapped his arm around you. It felt nice, the warmth that radiated off your bodies providing enough heat on this cold winter night.

Both feeling sleepy, you fought it off so you can spend more time awake in each other's embrace. He looked at you many times throughout the film, staring at your beauty as you would sneak glances at him, admiring his handsome features.

At this moment you knew that you wanted more than just a simple friendship with this man and little did you know, he wanted it too. You were too shy to say anything, but drunken Harry sure wasn't.

"We should do this more." The words left his lips with no other thoughts than to spend all his time with you. You looked up at him as the light of the television illuminated his face. He looked towards you, looking into your eyes with adoration. You felt yourself leaning into him as he was doing the same. Your lips touched briefly as you looked up at him.

"I would enjoy that."

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A/n

I was wondering if anyone would like to join a tag list? I post these sporadically and wanted to see if anyone would like to be notified when I do! If you do, can you comment for who (George, Harry or both?) and whether or not you would like to be tagged in smut! Okay well, I hope enjoyed!!

[missobsessedwithaleheather]

There are so many flaws about the sorting I cannot shut up about it.

Lighting being originally with the villains while Courtney was originally with the heroes made no sense. At the end of the day, Lighting was never evil he was just really competitive and got mad at Cameron one time which made him want revenge. Courtney shares those traits, there's a huge chance that if she could bring someone she hates to the finale just to get revenge, she would do it. The only difference between them is that Lightning is too stupid to question why he is the villain (I love Lighting but you know what I mean).

Courtney was originally a hero clearly just because of the drama between her, Gwen and Duncan. (Which I lowkey don't complain that much about tbh, I mean the creators, in and outside the show, wanted the drama to get bigger. However, it is pretty inconsistent)

Not to mention, Sierra being on heroes was also pretty questionable tbh. Courtney got switched to villains for one mistake but Sierra goes her whole screentime harassing Cameron and stays as a hero until the end? (I love Sierra pls don't get me wrong)

The Heather thing also made me pretty mad, it's like they threw her whole development from World Tour out of the window. The only thing that justified this in my head was that Heather entered her villain arc again because she got robbed of the money.

Also moving Cameron into villains for no reason was a stupid random idea.

I don't have time to get deeper into everything however,

All Stars had a lot of potential to make a point about how there are no real villains and heroes and not everything is white and black. Heather, Gwen, Courtney, Duncan (and more) were one of the best characters for that. Instead, most of the villains were exaggerated (Lightning, Jo, Heather) and made dumber (Jo, Heather, Alejandro, Scott). The interactions between villains because of that were disappointing too (Jo and Heather friendship, you could have been so beautiful)

I feel like World Tour was trying to make this point too and it would have succeeded if All Stars didn't smash it up.

I think All Stars having Hero vs Villain teams wasn’t a bad idea conceptually, it’s fitting for an all star season’s teams to be based to some degree on how the characters performed and played the game and it allows for easy cross-generation interaction, but it fell apart when it was used to inform how the characters were portrayed. It would be one thing if Gwen and Duncan were the exception (I’d argue it would even make sense for them to be) but it affects just too many people. Lightning’s negative traits are exaggerated and his good are ignored to the point of caricature. Mike, Zoey, and Sam have all the edge and personality scrapped off to slot them as ‘good’. Heather is informed more by her Island writing than her objectively better World Tour writing. It’s unfortunate, but also just… easily avoidable