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guess whoâs back on tumblr after trying to unalive themselves đ i donât really wanna talk about my absence and go into the depths of the reasoning why, so iâll just talk about why this account was made - which was for hamzah and slushy noobz. i want to have my own little thinkpiece on the match as well as my place in the slushy community moving forward
i want to say the match and the production is the reason why i love them soo much. they have such an ability of creating cinema with their videos, hence why one of my favourite video from them is the camping video (i tend to watch this video more for comfort rather than for humour though) â and thereâs an immense amount of payoff as a viewer watching their content, you can see all the layered inside iokes (i.e having aldo, and nettspendâs producers) and internet jokes culminate in something so carefully crafted (like the way chaseâs commentary was genuinely good??). and then the obvious reasons as to why i liked it, hamzah looked so damn good, and he knows it too (i also find martin attractive too, iâd just prefer not to talk about it too much in respect to his relationship). thereâs something so beautifully boyish about their content that i canât find something else (as much as i love them and before anyone says it, no - the dancing gamers cannot replace hamzah and martin and thatâs okay!)
however this video kind of cemented why i donât think iâll continue regularly engaging with their content. this video kind of felt like a bittersweet ending to one of my favourite eras in my life (watching them). and before i proceed, ik the reddit fans are gonna be annoying - on a side note of the reddit fans i feel like the reddit community is so pedantic over small stuff and because of the few, genuine bad eggs in the community, they over correct and just get so bitter and mad about everything (i.e them being so cruel to fanfic writers) and call everyone chronically online whilst they use the same old â*insert trending braintrot joke* đâ. i feel so aged out in a fandom even though iâm 18 - i canât imagine how the slushies who are actually around hamzah and martinâs age feel when their fandom is so reminiscent and full of the same 14 year olds that iâm convinced are the reincarnations of the 2021 14 year old dsmp fans. definitely more sane, iâll give them that. but community aside, at least reddit community, i want to talk about something another one of my mutuals mentioned recently in their own post and itâs how money hungry they seem. two things can exist at once, letâs get that straight - hamzah and martin donât get a lot of sponsorships but also being upset that so much of this well awaited come back was heavy promotion for the patreon which, mind you, had a decent amount of members subscribed (i do commend hamzah for encouraging people to unsubscribe over the break!) and also they get money off of ad revenue. i just personally find it egregious that their hoodies, the out of character ones, which are at least unique designs unlike them literally reselling temu shirts like the âfind xâ shirts, are the same price, in my currency, to the essentials fear of god hoodies.
for any south africans here, it was around like R900 for a hoodie! which is gross im sorry :)
there are also other reasons im distanced from them, and its their associations with chase and claire - i made a, now deleted, post about this before but chase has this annoying tendency i notice in white âqueerâ (i think heâs queer lmao) men where they speak in blaccents, which was heavily highlighted to me when he was a commentator and he was able to speak in a ânormalâ white accent, and claire made weird ass comments about black women. as well as having fucking idubzz (who im not sure why was even invited when like sm people are like âwho even is he??â) who literally had to make an apology about the fact he created a racist culture with his platform, years after the damage was done. i also have other smaller issues with them that would definitely actually get me cancelled (not even over on the reddit but here). but idfk, what are yalls thoughts?
#hamzahthefantastic#slushynoobz#slushy noobz#hamzah#hamzah x reader#hamzah the fantastic#hamzahthefantasticxreader#hamzah imagines#hamzahthefanastic x reader#replies
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Planning my days around the possibility of calling later in (my) evening
#im a creature of habit#mae has doomed maeself#porto yaps#i just love calls sm even if no talking is done
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Finally fixating on some nugget relationships that aren't horrible for everyone I love friendship <3
#rat rambles#I feel like Ive mentioned them before but Ive been rotaing them in my head so hard today#jacob dexter besties arc <3333 and also piper ig :/#they're all friends I just have favorite children (even tho Im pretty sure piper is the one whos been around the longest)#theres nothing super deep going on with them they're just bros who like to hang out drink and have game nights sometimes#but I likes them. they're silly :3#I need to dexter post more often yes they basically do nothing but be their friends supply guy but I love her sm#I used to be painfully neutral on him until I started lor at which point she grew on me hard and its only been getting worse#shes a mess who is squeamish and easily grossed out (rip bozo) and also an alcoholic (rip bozo) and also loves gambling (rip bozo)#hes surprisingly not doing as bad as youd think theyd be considering the everything tho#mostly because theyre good with tech and also are very good at breaking rules without getting too punished#but also because of their friends ig. eyeroll.#jacob also has a lot of bullshit going on as he is one of the poor souls who for a time caught yuri's attention but hes managing#and by managing I do mean on the verge of a breakdown at all times and holding on by a thread because he does not need to have juliet's#wrath added to his ever growing list of problems and traumatic events#again having positive relationships does also help but hes easily the least stable of the crew#to be clear theyre not like. super close? they hang out and play games and shit but they generally treat their hang outs as escapism so#they rarely talk much abt themselves on a personal level with eachother#which is fine they still value eachother a lot and genuinely enjoy eachothers company#although they are a bit recklessly fond of eachother considering their situation Id say. thankfully they dont get punished for it tho.#if one of them Had died and not instantly got brought back I do think the other two would fully lose it#the closest this ever got to happening in game was me not realizing dexter (level 5 employee btw) had gotten eaten by the wolf#and almost moving to the next day before realizing she had died#and do note this was like at the point in the game where I was just about done preparing to start the last 5 days this was Late late game#but autism be damned my boy can fuck up one of the easiest waws#(not a boy tbc)#honestly its kind of a miracle I never let piper die I Really didnt care abt him before the other two boosted him by proxy#well tbf he was for a good while one of like. two ppl I had in training. and they also are in little red gear. so they Did have value. ig.#piper comes from category of nugget I had in my early game that I liked to call bodyguards#basically I had one or two guys per department who actually did work and then another guy or two to be extra fire power
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tired girl hours iâm just ranting bcos i donât have enough time to cry
#tw rant#studying med is no joke. ik it was gonna be a commitment n that it wasnt gonna be easy n i thought i was prepared but im not#its my passion. i love what im studying and ive dedicated myself to this path but i just. its so hard n i just want to cry. everyday feels#so tiring. morning to night classes. when i get home i have to read 4 chapters MINIMUM n the books are so thick + exams almost everyday#i feel worse knowing thereâs this 1 girl in my friend group that cant decide whether she likes me or not. one moment shes complimenting me#n asking where i get my outfits or my nails done or my earrings or whatever then praising me that i probably study the least out of everyone#yet still reach high student rankings but its not that im lazy im just so exhausted n its hard to have motivation... lowkey envy how my#friends study minimum 4 hours a day. weâre all tired n sleep deprived. even taking 30mins to eat makes me feel guilty. cant even watch 1 ep#of an anime bcos ill be thinking about the amount of work to do. and i have sm plans. i wanna be more active and have a healthier lifestyle#but i cant find it in me to wake up every 5am to go to the gym when i just wanna get as much sleep when im lucky to finish my studies today#i also dont see my bestest friends everyday anymore. some of us move to diff unis or some in diff majors. i just miss them so bad it hurts#and i miss the girl i used to be when i still had time and energy to indulge in my hobbies. i miss playing genshin and writing fics#just when i got back to writing and enjoyed it LOVED IT i had to go back to uni. i feel terribly lonely even when im always with people#im afraid ill completely lose grasp of the little things that make me happy bcos the weight of my responsibilities are heavier#im afraid ill be too focused on success again like i was when i was 17 and forget that its okay to relax too but idk#and i wanna meet more people make more friends have new experiences. i wanna feel alive again. and theres sm i wanna talk to or get to know#but im so afraid of people hurting me or disappointing me or people getting to know me only for the friendships to fail or weâll dislike eac#h other. i wanna date and fall in love again and experience the romance my peers have. i wanna have someone to call my own person but the fe#ar of having someone only to lose them someday scares the hell outta me. im not ready for another heartbreak so i isolate myself and watch#people from afar. uni gives me sm freedom to do everything else and form my own identity but i dont wanna be Perceived. I wanna be heard and#seen n connect with people. but w my curreny state idt i can handle being vulnerable with others. it feels so lonely that the things i want#are out of my rrach but idt i can manage my time to meet new people and make new memories. i console myself by shopping a lot and going to#spas to relax yet i still find it hard to sleep. im afraid im wasting my time. im not as brave as i used to be. im not as efficient as i was#i get older and more tired and while i never questioned if studying med was the path i want i do question what will happen next#âis this all im ever going to be?â im good at what i do but day by day i lose sight of tje girl who knew how to laugh n smile. ik what makes#me happy but i rarely smile genuinely anymore. im so tired and want to sleep for a long time but i dont wanna fail. i dont wanna be NOT good#but it makes me cry when i know i can do many great things but i dont feel loved. people compliment me but dont approach me bcos they say im#intimidating or that im too quiet in class. i wish i could tell them i wanna join their parties too or i wanna meet their friends n hangout#but what if it doesnt work out? what if i wasted my time getting to know someone id eventually regret? what if im the disappointing one?#the days are getting shorter but it always feels like a long day. im ashamed to admit i want someone to hold me yet refuse to have anyone
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I ran this morning AND wrote some AND made art and Iâm so proud of me
#didnât get any of my actual office work done oopsies#but in my defense itâs a Friday and also I did allot time for it I just ended up not doing it#anyways still proud of me!!! guys art is so so important and I know that and I preach that but I havenât been doing it#and I just picked up a blank sheet of paper and did it#and is it good or anatomically correct? no but it was so FUN#and Iâve been working thought Tim Clareâs writing stuff and itâs been GOOD#I like this new series of exercises a lot better than the couch to 80k#theyâre. the same honestly and I donât actually care about his commentary all that much#maybe Iâm just more present or more invested in them#I only ran for 15. min and then I had to call my brother to pick me up because the heat was gonna make me pass out :/#but also I TRIED#I fucking tried today#also did u know running is utterly miserable.#runners high is def a thing#felt amazing afterward#but holy shit itâs awful in the moment#my roommate ran a 25k recently and I talked to her about it and she said it never gets better#which is. not very encouraging#but also I Want To run as much of this 5k as I can#maybe Iâll be dead after but itâs fine I have a couple days to recuperate before the eclipse#WHICH IM ALSO EXCITED SBOIT. Iâve never seen a total eclipse before#goddamit my brain jumped to too many places#delete later#anyways. if u didnât u should acknowledge ur accomplishments today#even if they didnât feel like much#now Iâm gonna go read a 115k fanfic thatâs gonna wreck me#thatâs my treat to me#I HAVE ACTUAL BOOKS TO FINISH. but NO. THIS is how Iâm spending my time. and itâs fine Iâm valid#Iâve been talking to all the lesbians about running too#and theyâve been so encouraging too!! I love my coworkers and very distantly related coworkers sm
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#soooo#I saw him for the first time in like three weeks two days ago#i missed him sm it was unreal#we played some board games and then literally just laid in his bed and cuddled in silence for like an hour and a half#it was so lovely. I love his head resting on my chest as our legs intertwine :)#we did some other things and when we went to bed we were just super giggly and ugh it was cute#cut to this morning when I had my health coms class and we talked about hpv#I got anxious bc i've done ~some things~ with him and i was worried maybe that he hasn't gotten a vax (for context I'm a virgin n he isn't)#but I asked to call him and he called me. We had a good honest convo and he told me that he hasn't seen anyone else since we started talkin#đđđ#even on his spring break in flordia.#and then we talked for a while otp and he said we should âdefinitelyâ call more :')#yall I am down so fucking bad idk what to doooo#personal
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Hi babes how are you?? can you write something with jade thirlwall as your face claim please? Thanksâ€â€
the great escape - cl16
summary: the final race of the f1 calendar and yn's final show of her world tour are happening the same day. will charles make it on time?
folkie radio: I CAN'T BELIEVE THE SEASON IS OVER. WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO UNTIL MARCH??? anyway, this is 100% inspired by the final race and the final eras tour show happening during the same day and i hope you like it!
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram seattle you were UNREAL tonight! the energy was everything and more! this lifetimes world tour has been the journey of my dreams đ thank you for making every single show so special!
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username1 BEST GIRL EVER
username2 THE SHOW WAS AMAZING
charles_leclerc You were incredible mon amour â€ïž The way you light up that stage... Proud doesn't even begin to cover it
âł username1 CHARLIEEE
âł username2 heâs such a simp
âł username3 i need my man to hype me up like this
lewishamilton Killed it as always đ„
username4 THE WAY CHARLES ALWAYS COMMENTS FIRST ON HER POSTS I CAN'T đ
username5 anyone else notice he's been liking her posts exactly 1 minute after they're uploaded? đ
username6 missing the days when they tried to hide their relationship now they're just being cute everywhere
username7 TOUR OF THE DECADE
bellahadid mother đđ
username8 SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO PROCESS THE "mon amour" COMMENT
username9 charles watching from Monaco at 4am again we see
username10 I CANT BELIEVE THIS TOUR IS COMING TO AN END
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charles_leclerc A Sunday Iâll forever remember đźđčâ€ïž
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username1 FORZAAAA CHARLES
username2 and that's how you do it
arthur_leclerc â€ïž
username3 THE KING OF MONZA FOREVER
username4 SO DESERVED
username5 uughh sucks that yn couldn't be there
landonorris Well done mate!
username6 just missing his girl i'm crying
username7 did anyone else catch him grabbing his phone as soon as he stepped off the podium? probably calling yn
username8 THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS POSSIBLE
yourinstagram YES YES YES ! so proud of you babyyyy đ„ș
username9 someone reunite yn and charles asap i can't do this
username10 THAT WINNER GLOW
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f1gossip CHARLES LECLERC SPOTTED IN NASHVILLE!
Man really flew straight from Austin â Mexicoâ Brazil and then to Nashville all in 15 days just to see YN perform! Talk about a supportive boyfriend
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username1 I LOVE HIM SM
username2 Bro finished P3 in Mexico, P1 in Austin and instead of resting he's here... that's love
username3 ferrari's physio is having a breakdown watching this
username4 the way he's been to 13 shows this tour despite racing... abu dhabi to vegas doesn't seem impossible anymore đ
username5 he really said "sleep is for the weak"
username6 HES SO IN LOVE
username7 using his days off to fly across the world to see her... meanwhile I can't get a text back
username8 such a fanboy
username9 they need to get married idc
username10 im going to be devastated if he doesnât make it to the final show
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ynupdates "So, um, funny story about this next song... I wrote it after watching someone very special to me race in Monaco last year. He crashed his Ferrari, which was absolutely terrifying by the way. But afterward, he just looked at me and said 'At least I looked cool doing it, no?' And somehow that turned into 'Reckless Driving'... which, Charles, I know you're back there trying to hide under your hoodie, but you're still not forgiven for that crash." -YN in Nashville tonight
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username1 his face was SO RED
username2 ot Charles trying to sink into his seat when she mentioned Monaco đ
username3 I LOVE ONE COUPLE
username4 the way he still gets shy every time she mentions him on stage even though they've been together for 2 years đ„ș
username5 charles collecting tour moments like infinity stones... Abu Dhabi to Vegas IS happening guys
username6 "you're still not forgiven" MA'AM YOU WROTE A WHOLE SONG ABOUT IT
username7 THE WAY PIERRE WAS JUST POINTING AND LAUGHING AT HIM
username8 he's been to so many shows and still blushes every time she mentions him I can't đ
username9 the fact that one of her biggest hits came from him crashing a Ferrari... iconic
username10 I LOVE THEM SOOO BAD
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charles_leclerc Ready for the final push. Been an incredible season so far... but the best moments have been watching you shine @/yourinstagramâ€ïž
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username1 CHARLIEEEE
username2 this is so cute
yourinstagram the best cheerleader in the paddock â€ïž (even when you're half asleep from jet lag)
âł username1 AWEEEE
âł username2 i love them so bad
carlossainz55 Focus on the championship... then we plan the great escape đââïž
âł username1 THE FACT THAT THEYâRE ALREADY PLANNING
username3 THE TENSION IS KILLING US WILL HE MAKE IT TO THE FINAL SHOW OR NOT
scuderiaferrari Eyes on the prizeđ
username4 anyone else tracking flights from abu dhabi to vegas just in case? no? just me?
username5 man's about to break the sound barrier trying to get to that show
landonorris Better start practicing those quick pit stop exits mate
username6 not me already emotional thinking about if he makes it đ
username7 the way he hasn't confirmed or denied if he's going to make it... the STRESS
username8 time zones are just a social construct anyway
username9 I LOVE ONE FAIRYTALE COUPLE
username10 this duo is the best thing that happened
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yourinstagram 161 shows. 89 cities and somehow it still feels like yesterday when we opened in tokyo. to every single person who's been part of this lifetimes world journey - my heart is so full. these last few shows are going to be extra special âšđ
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username1 IM CRYING
username2 IF WE COULD ONLY TURN BACK TIME
charles_leclerc Still remember when you were so nervous before that first show in Tokyo... now look at you. La mia stella âïž
âł yourinstagram i love you
taylorswift The most magical tour! So proud of you đ„șâš
pierregalsy @/charles_leclerc remember when you made us watch the Tokyo livestream in the simulator room? đ
username3 NOT ME CRYING AT 3AM READING THIS
username4 LIFETIMES TOUR FOREVER đ
username5 still can't believe she changed her entire tour schedule to avoid clashing with race weekends... except the last show đ
scuderiaferrari Looking forward to getting our garage singer back after tour ends
username6 the most supportive F1 boyfriend despite the insane schedules... we love to see it
username7 TOUR OF THE DECADE
sabrinacarpenter most perfect girl ever đ
username8 that last show is going to make us all weep
username9 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS PART OF THIS
username10 if charles doesnât make it to her last show istg
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f1gossip SPOTTED: YN in the Vegas paddock supporting Charles before tonight's race! Sources say she's been here since Thursday's practice sessions đ
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username1 POWER COUPLE
username2 theyâre so hot
username3 she's been to every practice session... meanwhile charles calculating flight times to her final show đ
username4 ferrari PR trying to handle both of them being extra cute in the paddock đ
username5 THE WAY SHE FIXES HIS HELMET BEFORE EVERY SESSION đ„ș
username6 taking a break from tour rehearsals to support her man... we love to see it
username7 the way she knows all the Ferrari crew by name now đ„ș
username8 both of their face cards create a face economy
username9 IT COUPLE FOREVER
username10 i love yn at the paddock
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charlesupdates âI mean... if I have to sprint from the car in Abu Dhabi still in my race suit, that's what I'll do. Some things are more important than post-race protocols, no? Fred might kill me but... I've watched her grow so much during this tour, and I'm not missing that final show. I'll figure it out.â -Charles about the final race taking place the same day of his girlfriendâs final show!
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username1 AHHHH
username2 this is so cute
username3 translation: I already have 3 different backup plans and a private jet on standby
username4 THE WAY HE JUST OPENLY ADMITTED HE'S PLANNING TO DITCH POST-RACE đ
username5 "Some things are more important than post-race protocols" STOP IM CRYING
username6 Charles "I'll break every FIA rule for my girl" Leclerc
username7 man's really about to set a new record for fastest post-race exit
username8 remember when they tried to be subtle about their relationship? now he's planning a great escape on live tvđ
username9 YUP IM CRYING OVER THIS
username10 best couple ever fr
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yourinstagram vegas race weekend dump đïžâ€ïž from trying (and failing) to understand strategy meetings to @/pierregasly teaching me proper radio etiquette... might have to come to more races if the view is this good đ now off to the final shows ! see you tomorrow night philly đ
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username1 ICONICCCC
username2 queen of the paddock actually
scuderiaferrari Our favorite honorary team member â€ïž
username3 we need her at every race actually
username4 from selling out arenas to falling asleep in F1 strategy meetings... we love a versatile queen
username5 the way the whole team has adopted her though đ
adele Gorgeous âšâš
carlossainz55 Those strategy ideas weren't bad actually... đ€
username6 living for boyfriend charles content
username7 pierre and ynâs friendship tho
francisca.cgomes miss youuuuđ€
username8 NOW CHARLES NEEDS TO MAKE IT TO HER FINAL SHOW
username9 iâve died dead
charles_leclerc Love you mon amour â€ïž
username10
username11 "might have to come to more races" PLEASE DO đ
username12 that helmet pic is giving "take your girlfriend to work day" energy
username13 he fact that she changed her final show time to match the potential race end time... we see you đ
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pierregasly Practicing the escape route for Abu Dhabi -> Vegas next week. Current time to beat: plane to venue in 2 hours 37 minutes.
The things my boy does for love @/charles_leclerc đââïžâïž
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username1 I CANT DO THISSSS
username2 bffs i love them
charles_leclerc You're the best getaway driver a man could ask for đ«Ą
yourinstagram not you two literally timing his sprints through the plane... i can't with you both đâ€ïž
username3 THE WAY THEY'RE PLANNING THIS LIKE AN OCEAN'S 11 HEIST
lewishamilton Helicopter already fueled up boys
username4 pierre really said "professional racer AND escape route planner"
username5 this friendship>>>
username6 bestie behavior is planning your friend's cross-continental love sprint
landonorris you both are mental đđ
username7 pierre "i will get this man to his girl" gasly strikes again
scuderiaferrari Preparing the great escape as we speak
username8 friendship is when your bro times your airport sprints
username9 pierre taking "wing man" to new heights fr fr
username10 THIS IS REALLY SERIOUS
francisca.cgomes Partners in crime đ
username11 I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE
username12 long live piarles
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charles_leclerc One more race. Then Vegas calling đâïž
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username1 IM SEATED
username2 i canât believe this season is coming to an end
pierregasly Your bag is already in Vegas btw. Yes I packed the good cologne đ
âł username1 pierre is the best wingman ever
carlossainz55 My media training about to come in clutch tomorrow covering for you đââïž
âł username2 the way the entire paddock is just helping out
maxverstappen1 Plane's fueled up mate. Just say when
username3 OPERATION GET CHARLES TO VEGAS IS A GO!!!!11!!
username4 NOT ME TRACKING 27 DIFFERENT FLIGHTS FROM ABU DHABI TO VEGAS RN đđ
username5 the way this man bout to break the land speed record getting to that airport HELP
username6 HE BETTER MAKE IT OR WE RIOTING FR FR
username7 the whole paddock helping him escape is giving romance movie of the year idc idc
username8 NOT NOW GUYS IM CALCULATING TIME ZONES AND FLIGHT PATHS đđ€
username9 the way he planned his whole race weekend around making this show... boyfriend of the year???
username10 imagine being so whipped you plan an intercontinental sprint... we love to see it đ
yourinstagram break a leg baby â€ïž (but like... not literally bc you need to run fast tomorrow)
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yourinstagram 24 hours until the final lifetimes show. still can't believe we're here. to everyone who's been part of this journey - my heart is so full it might burst. vegas, let's make this one special âš
(yes i'm wearing his jacket for good luck don't @ me)
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username1 I CANT BELIEVE ITS OVER
username2 man im going to cry
username3 NOT ME TRACKING EVERY PRIVATE JET FROM ABU DHABI RN đđ
charles_leclerc that jacket's never looked better mon coeur. see you soon đââïžâïž
âł username1 SOMEONE CHECK IF HIS RACE IS DONE YET PLS
username4 THE WAY WE'RE ALL WATCHING F1, SHOW LIVESTREAM AND REFRESHING FLIGHT RADAR AT THE SAME TIME
carlossainz55 Don't worry i'll handle the press so he can SPRINT
âł username2 SHES SO LOVED
dualipa PROUD OF YOU â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
troyesivan tour of the century
username5 half of us watching the race, half tracking flights, half crying about the tour ending... math who???
mercedesamgf1 Our helicopter offer still stands @/charles_leclerc just saying
username6 NOT THE WHOLE F1 PADDOCK HELPING THIS MAN MAKE IT IN TIME... netflix been real quiet since this dropped fr
username7 IM SO PROUF OF HERRRR
username8 planning my own wedding but somehow more invested in this man making it to vegas help đ
username9 NO YN DONT GOOO
username10 this show is going to be legendary
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f1updates BREAKING: OPERATION GET CHARLES TO VEGAS IS GO! đââïžâïž
- Race finished 9:47pm Abu Dhabi time
- Fastest cooldown lap in F1 history
- Shortest post-race interview ever ("Yes car good thanks bye")
- Carlos creating chaos as distraction
- Pierre with the getaway bag
- Entire grid covering for him
- Multiple transport options ready
YN's show starts in 11 hours. IT'S HAPPENING.
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username1 everyone say thank you ferrari mechanics for that 0.5 second car shutdown
username2 never seen this man move so fast in his LIFE
username3 "how was the race carlos?" "LOOK OVER THERE A DISTRACTION"
username4 THE WAY HE YEETED HIMSELF OUT THAT CAR HELP đ
username5 charles really said post race protocol who??? don't know her???
username6 never seen someone get out of race suit that fast tbh
username7 someone tell sky sports to stop looking for him he's GONE gone
username8 OPERATION YEET CHARLES TO VEGAS STATUS: ENGAGED
username9 charles doing his interview WHILE WALKING is sending me
username10 the whole paddock moving like secret service agents i can't đ
username11 live footage of charles breaking land speed records to the airport
username12 netflix punching air rn that they missed filming this
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f1updatesđšCHARLES LECLERC HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING đš
CONFIRMED DETAILS:
- Arrived during 6th song
- Still in race weekend stubble
- Pierre waiting with water bottle
- Security running interference
- Straight from plane to venue
- VIP entrance at 10:47pm
WE REPEAT: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED đââïžâïž
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username1 IM CRYING
username2 I CANT BELIEVE HE MADE IT
username3 THE WAY THE WHOLE ARENA JUST GASPED???
username4 not me crying in section 103 watching him sprint to his seat đ
username5 charles đ€ cinderella = racing against midnight
username6 THE WAY YN STUMBLED OVER HER LYRICS WHEN SHE SAW HIM BYE-
username7 everyone who helped track his flight, we did it joe đ
username8 security guard: sir you need to wal-
charles: I JUST FLEW 8000 MILES LET ME RUN
username9 ynâs smile when she saw him... brb sobbing
username10 THE WAY HE JUST COLLAPSED IN THAT SEAT LIKE HE RAN A MARATHON
username11 him mouthing "i made it" to her... i'm going to pass away
username12 section 201 reporting: his hair is still sweaty from racing and he's BEAMING at her like she hung the stars i'm literally deceased
username13 the way she kept giggling during the ballad bc he was still panting from running... HELP THIS IS SO CUTE???
username14 pierre handing him water and fixing his collar while yn's trying not to cry on stage... the CHAOS of it all
username15 THE WAY HE HASNT STOPPED SMILING AT HER SINCE HE SAT DOWN... boy ran across the world just to see her shine đ„ș
username16 not the backup dancers crying bc he made it... WE'RE ALL EMOTIONAL OK
username17 THE WAY SHE KEEPS GETTING DISTRACTED BC HE'S FINALLY THERE... girl same i can't focus either
username18 everyone in the arena watching him catch his breath in that seat like we all just completed a mission together... WE DID IT YALL đ
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yntourupdates TRANSCRIPT OF YN TALKING ABOUT CHARLES (while trying not to cry):
"So um... *laughs* someone just flew literally across the world to be here... *wipes tear* ran straight from his race... didn't even change... *crowd screams* ...and made it just in time for this next song. Which is funny because... I actually wrote this one about someone who would cross oceans just to make me smile... *voice breaks* ...and well... *looks at charles* ...guess I manifested that huh?"
SOMEONE HOLD ME đ
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username1 THE WAY HE JUST BURIED HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS WHEN SHE SAID THAT-
username2 NOT THE ENTIRE ARENA TURNING TO LOOK AT HIM SOBBING IN THE FRONT ROW
username3 she really said "wrote a song about someone crossing oceans for me" and he said BET WATCH ME DO IT IRL
username4 section 304 reporting: grown men crying. me crying. everyone crying.
username5 HE LOOKS SO PROUD BUT ALSO EMOTIONAL BUT ALSO EXHAUSTED BUT ALSO SO IN LOVE HELP???
username6 NOT HER VOICE CRACKING WHEN SHE LOOKED AT HIM... netflix been real quiet since this dropped fr
username7 someone tell charles to stop looking at her like that i'm fighting for my life in row 23 đ
username8 the backup dancers wiping their eyes while doing choreo... we're all emotional messes tonight
username9 she really manifested a whole man flying across continents... her power??????
username10 yn crying, charles crying, dancers crying, crowd crying, me crying, everyone crying
username10 THE WAY HE MOUTHED "I LOVE YOU" WHEN SHE STARTED CRYING... I'm going to need medical attention
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charles_leclerc Made it with 4 songs to spare. Thank you to:
- Every F1 driver who covered for me
- Pierre for the getaway bag
- Carlos for the media chaos
- Lewis for the helicopter
- Air traffic control
- That uber driver who broke speed limits
- Security who let me run
- Vegas traffic for finally clearing
Worth every second of that sprint đââïžâ€ïž I love you more than anything @/yourinstagram
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username1 SOBBING
username2 I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS REALLY HAPPENED
username3 doing post race interviews WHILE WALKING was iconic behavior
yourinstagram still can't believe you ran through vegas in race stubble just to see me cry on stage đ„șâ€ïž love you beyond words
pierregasly Anytime, brother, anytime
username4 you fixing your hair in your phone camera before sitting down... we saw that đ
username5 ABU DHABI TO VEGAS SPEEDRUN ANY% WORLD RECORD
lorenzotl đ€đ€
scuderiaferarri Next time weâll have TWO helicopters ready
username6 this will go down as one of the most iconic moments in pop culture idc
username7 IT COUPLE FOREVER
username8 this entire thing is straight out of a romcom plot i can't
username9 IM CRYING AGAIN
username10 the great escape, 2024
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yourinstagram and just like that, the lifetimes tour is over. 189 shows, countless memories, and one very special last night. to everyone who made this journey possible - my heart is yours forever.
special thank you to @/charles_leclerc who really said "watch me turn an f1 race to concert speedrun into a romantic gesture" đâ€ïž setting records on and off track baby, i love you so much
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username1 AND BACK TO CRYINGGG
username2 i can't believe this tour is over
charles_leclerc Still worth every mile mon coeur â€ïž I'm yours forever
username3 this man really turned "if he wanted to he would" into an olympic sport
pierregasly This was amazing. Let's not do it again
carlossainz55 Bext time we'll arrange TWO getaway cars
sabrinacarpenter happy for you my girl đ
username4 from writing songs about crossing oceans to him actually doing it... manifestation is real
username5 "setting records on and off track" GIRL WE SAW HIM SPRINTING đ
username6 the greatest love story since romeo and juliet except with private jets
username7 SOMEONE CHECK ON ME
username8 THAT LAST PHOTO BYE-
scuderiaferrari Our transport team is already planning routes for next year đ
username9 AND I CAN'T EVEN GET A TEXT BACK
username10 this is the standard
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part 2 of worthless talking
thank you sm! i honestly didnât think that worthless talking would be THAT good to most people and angsty(?) cause i was never good at writing angst. but thank you so much everyone !! and im almost at 200 followers! thank you very much and thank you arcane for being the glow up of my account ( now i just have to worry about what to write after arcane officially dies ) so if i end up doing the mini series considering it a 200 followers special ( ? maybe )
making up with arcane characters after arguing
S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader
reconciliation , hurt/comfort , mentions of abandonment issues ( jinx ) , friends â lovers ( vi ) , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , lover boy! ekko , cursing , mild suggestive ( vi )
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JINX
the past few days have been quiet. too fucking quiet. especially for jinx. by now, she would have a talking to her hallucinations or blowing somethingâanything up but she being held down by something, this agonizing feeling in her chest by she hasnât had a clue of what is it. she going on her daily routine to see whatâs so off. when she wakes up, she wakes up next to you; she always talks to you; when sheâs collecting parts, itâs always with you; when sheâs making another invention itâs withâyou. thatâs the issue. jinx cursed at herself for her realization that she pushed you when she promised herself that she wouldnât. no wonder sheâs been so âunstableâ according to sevika and silco.
she immediately dropped everything, forgetting about the fishbones project and left the lair. and immediately went to your place. she took out her spare key and immediately searched up and down, every corner for you but your house is empty. she was starting to panic, why arenât you home? did you just get up and leave? she didnât think her actions would hurt you that bad, she just wants to apologize for what she done, she didnât mean it. âJinx?â a soft voice creeps up behind her, âwhat are you doing?â jinx snaps her head around, tears resting on the edge of her eyes. âbabyâŠâ jinx breathes out.
You placed your bags next to the front door and closes the door behind you. suddenly jinx tackles you into a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your waist. you pull her in close, letting her have her moment. âwhatâs wrong J?â you asked her softly, as she starts to cool off, small sniffles and tears drying up on her face. âiâŠi thought you left me after that argument we had.â her grip tighten around you. âplease donât leave meâŠiâm so sorry i didnât mean to call you annoying o-or you were nagging me i promise and iââ you smash your lips into hers, causing her to softly melt into the kiss and share the warmth of the tight embrace. you slip out of the grasp of her lips and stare at her flushed face with a smile. âim not going to abandon you my love, im always going to be here.â jinx held your hand tightly, âiâm sorry.â you reciprocate her action, âi love you.â âi love you too.â
VI
another day, another lost at the pit fight. no amount of training until she sore, drinking her sorrows away, destroying her life is making the pain go away. no matter what she does, she always recalls the scared look you gave her, it sends a shiver down her spine each time. the horror of herself that you had to experience firsthand. the side that she didn't want you to see; caitlyn, whatever; but you. she deeply regrets that she lost her cool with you, off all people it just had to be you. she didn't bother drinking or training today, she can't. she can't even sleep without your face flashes in her thoughts. strolling around the undercity doesn't help much besides giving her some fresh air of the city she was raised in. she doesn't know how but she ended up at the brothel.
walking down the hallway, rooms filled with variety of sexual activities, workers and customers; she didn't care, she just ended one person right now. she walked past the other offices, she knows you mostly handle the money and service of the other workers for the customers. looking through the office window, she sees you looking over some paper works and envelopes filled with money. she twisted the door knob and closes the door behind her as she enters your office. you glance up at now black haired girl, her pink hair seeping through the tips and ends of it. "how can i help you, violet?" she tenses up and her breath hitches as you use her full name. "it's vi for you."
"who?" vi walks around your desk, you watch her cautiously, she hooks her arm around yours, pulling you up and off your desk chair. making you sit on the desk and pinning you down with both of her arms you trapping in between, "viol-" "vi. say my name correctly." she hovers above you, she slips herself in between your legs. your heart pounding in your chest, "fine fine, vi, what do you need?" vi chuckled dryly, " i want you, sweet." you scoff, "me? or that piltover girl?" vi grabbed your waist, "listen, i realized i was wrong; i care for you, and i love you, not caitlyn." her hands move to hips, pulling you in closer to her, "you were always there for me, even when you had nothing to do with me and caitlyn's mission you were there as always. and i'm sorry for taking that for granted and im sorry for calling you a prostitute." her thumbs absentmindly rubbing circles into your skin, she leans in closer and presses her lips against yours, pulling you into a soft passionate kiss; filled with love and affection. you pull away slowly, "I forgive you."
CAITLYN
you lay restless in your bed at home, away form caitlyn, you don't want to believe she's actually cheating, but the way she act together, maddie is always close to caitlyn, always touching, acting shy around your fiancee. you would always try to find time to bring it up but with the things going on with jinx and ambessa, your time with her lessen to almost nothing, even at night, she's always exhausted and out of breath. you're so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice you were crying until a maid rushed to you side.
caitlyn could barely focused on the work in front of her, when she's training with ambessa, she seemed so distracted and distant from everything, according to the ambessa, "you do not come back until you're back on your feet, commander." the silence hung in the air. "we need not distractions for justice." that the last thing caitlyn heard before she left and went home to her office. maddie returned, he usual soft and comforting aura, it didn't feel like anything in the first place, but that's how maddie tries to come off. "commander, are you alright? you've been staring at the paperwork for 15 minutes now." maddie nervously chuckled. "I'm fine...just.."she rubs her temple in a pain and annoyance. "excuse me, i have to go see someone." she gets up and grabs her coat and leaves without hearing anything from maddie.
she knocked on the front door of your home, waiting patiently for you, she hears small shuffles and movements behind the door, she hears a faint metal sound; you're looking through the peephole. "what do you want caitlyn?" you open the door in a slight crack, enough for her to see and hear you. "hello...dear, you don't look well." caitlyn's face filled with worry and regret, voice low. "I'm fine." swiftly caitlyn, pushes the door open and pulls you into a tight hug. the cold air from outside slips into your home, causing you to shiver. "I'm sorry..." caitlyn started, "i never noticed how maddie was acting until recently, i assure...no...i promise you that I'm not cheating on you; maddie doesn't compare to you. never has and never will." you broke out into small sobs and sniffles, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.." caitlyn caresses your head gently, soothing you as you cried in her chest.
EKKO
since you recovered from that night, you kept your distance from your boyfriend, even on patrols with you, you stayed nearby but kept a small distance between you two, and of course he noticed, i mean he had to with the whole firelight community scolded him for lashing his anger out onto you.
another night again with patrolling with him, and you sat down at the top of the tunnel, where you got stabbed at but this same time, you're with your boyfriend; who seems extra tensed knowing this is where you go hurt. where he failed to protect you, when you didn't listen to him. you notice that he is shaking, violently. you hesitated but reached out and touched his knee, he stares at you in shock.
"calm down, ekko, if you're aren't fit for patrol then we could call-" "no!" he blurted out, "no...that won't be necessary, i'm fine." he continued on. the night sky and cool breeze surround the both of you. "I'm sorry-" you both said at the same time, you stared at each other. "it's okay-" it happened again. you chuckled, the blush rising on your face and also his. "i love you, fire." he kisses your forehead and cheek. "i love you too.." you pulled him into a soft kiss, officially calling this a good night.
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(Don't You) Steal My Thunder
my tyler owens playlist đ€ inspiring fic titles
Tyler Owens x fem!reader 7k words
summary:Â Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. But he's set on getting you on his good side. And the more you get to know him, the less you can resist.
a/n: i had to research sm car stuff for this it's not funny. i now know exactly how to describe a truck bed though, so. that's fun.
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Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met.
He prints his face on t-shirts, writes his autograph on mugs, comes up with ridiculous sayings ("Not My First Tornadeo" and "If you feel it, chase it" are really just the tip of the ice berg) and most importantly, he costs you the best shots of tornadoes every goddamn time.
Tyler Owens is a problem.
And Tyler Owens seems to have actively decided to make himself a problem too.
Which would be fine, if he flipped you the bird or told you to fuck off or threw his paper towels at you. Unluckily, those are rather examples of what you have done to him. Because it's not fine, not at all - no, Tyler Owens has decided that it's not enough to be in your way all the time, he has to seek you out and rub your nose in it.
Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. He's cocky and he's arrogant and he's entirely too full of himself. He brags too much and calls you "weather girl" too often. He gets under your skin more than you would ever admit.
And, as if all of that isn't enough - Tyler Owens is the very epitome of handsomeness.
It's like god didn't just have a good day when he created Tyler Owens, no, god must have still been in the post-haze of the best head he'd gotten in his whole immortal life when he'd created Tyler Owens.
Because Tyler Owens has the body of a greek god and the face of a Hollywood actor. He's not a pornstar, he's who pornstars worship. He's the Prince Charming little girls dream of and the Christian Grey grown women lust for.
Tyler Owens looks like everything you've ever wanted.
But he's just such a fucking asshole.
You wish you could say you didn't care. You'd love to be the kind of woman who didn't even acknowledge him. But you're not. You're not. You watch his videos when you can't sleep, you chuckle when you happen to overhear his jokes, you ogle his back when he's turned away from you. Sometimes, you get so lost in staring at him that you realise too late when he turns back around, and then you have to act unbothered when he grins his fucking grin at you. That's mostly when you flip him off, desperately fighting to ignore the heat in your cheeks.
Not like it stops him. You honestly feel like it only spurs him on.
Something has to seriously be wrong with him. It's not his face. But something is seriously wrong with him, you're sure of that.
Something has to be wrong with him. No sane person would ever go tornado wrangling. No hate to the rest of his crew - they're nice, you've managed to hold a few pretty normal conversations with them here and there - but none of them are sane either.
Storm chasing is different. You keep your distance. All you need are a few well-placed photographs - and those you can get from a rather safe number of miles away. The weather channel doesn't care about close-ups (not really, anyway). They want something to show the people on their comfortable couches, up in New Hampshire or Maine, so that all of them can say to each other "What poor folks, wouldn't wanna live there" and nod in pity as they switch the channel to watch another blockbuster.
You're just doing your job.
The only problem is that it's hard to do your job properly when there's always that fucking red truck in the way, driving down empty roads right into the heart of the tornado. And because no one on the news wants people to see that and go "Well, can't be too bad if there's still cars on the streets!", in the last few months - ever since you'd volunteered to move back to Oklahoma 'So that we've got someone right in Tornado Alley and don't have to fly people out there every time' - the weather channel has only shown the first few minutes of tornadoes forming. The rest of your pictures and videos lie abandoned in the trash file on your laptop. Except for a few - a very, very few, very, very good pictures of Tyler Owens and his Tornado Wranglers. But those won't ever see the light of day either.
You'd be damned if you let anyone know that while Tyler Owens is busy disturbing your actual work, you're busy taking pictures of him shooting fireworks into tornadoes. Pictures that would make for some damn good headers (if you hadn't buried them far, far down your gallery).
This time is no different. You get a few amazing shots of the tornado forming â surely an EF2, maybe even an EF3 - before you settle in the driver's seat again, your window rolled down and your camera hung around your neck as you push down on the gas. Then, a few miles further, you get even better shots of the full tornado, of the first few minutes of destruction, right there, in the middle of an empty field.
And as always, of course, just as the tornado takes on full form, you spot that familiar red truck through the lens of your camera. It speeds down the pavement right in front of where youâve swerved onto the side of the road and you snap a few pictures, just because youâve got the trigger right underneath your finger. Honestly, something about that dirty red paint against the grey skies just looks too good not to capture. But then the truck comes closer and closer and starts to slow down and you let your camera sink.
Tyler has his window rolled down already when he stops the car. Thereâs that annoyingly handsome grin on his lips, the one that makes you want to slap him across the face.
âYouâre too far away, weather girlâ, he calls out above the rumble of distant wind and thunder. âThe good pictures are down that way.â
âThe good pictures are right here.â You lift your camera at him. âMaybe you just need to update your equipment.â
Tylerâs grin widens, but before he can throw another of those obnoxious retorts your way, Lillyâs voice rings out through the car.
âHey, T, looks like itâs changing course. You should hurry.â
His eyes are still glued to yours, still glued so firmly to yours that it makes your skin crawl. You canât look away, couldnât possibly look away. Tyler Owens might just be a cocky asshole, but youâre only human. And the weight of his gaze on yours is enough to keep you stuck in place, clutching at your camera.
âWeâre on our way, Lillyâ, he drawls without looking away from you. âSee you around, weather girl.â
The rest of the pictures you take land in your trash file with all the other pictures of the last few weeks. Youâre laying in bed, your laptop propped up against a pillow, the empty plate from dinner on the mattress next to you as you sort through todayâs work. Thatâs the good thing about the time difference â youâve got until seven to send the channel the day's results.
By nine, youâve showered, put on a dress you feel confident in and settled on one of the chairs at the local bar. Youâve been telling yourself you need to get out a little bit more â youâve been living here three months now and you havenât really made any friends so far. To be fair, your job has kept you out and about most of the time. Youâve spent more hours at gas stations to fill up your tank than you have in your own home. But now youâve decided to put an end to that. You're a young woman in a new town, you can meet more people than just the cashier at the local supermarket.
So for the past twenty minutes, youâve been nursing a mojito at the counter and talking to the bartender. Sheâs nice, sheâs your age, sheâs extroverted enough to keep sidling up to you after every time she has to excuse herself to do her job. That, and she tells you sheâs grown up here, so she knows most of the people around. Sheâs just serving another customer â a long-haired, brown-eyed, hat-wearing country guy whoâs already shared a smile or two with you â when someone rests their arm on the countertop next to you.
âDidnât expect to see you hereâ, he drawls, all low, deep Southern accent and you recognise his voice before youâve even tilted your head up and looked at him. His grin drips down onto his words and wraps itself around your mind.
Tyler Owens isnât just annoying â heâs unbelievable. He's unbelievable and heâs here.
âSo youâre stalking me nowâ, you say, as drily as you can possibly manage. You've been doing that a lot around him. Dead-panning everything. Schooling your expression into fake neutrality.
"I'm here all the time, weather girl", he grins. "If anything, you're stalking me."
You snort, but it's rather unfunny when you think of all the videos you've watched, hours after they'd been livestreamed, cuddled up in your bed until midnight just to stare at his face. He's not that far from the truth.
"In your dreams, Owens", you say anyway, dragging your eyes back towards your almost empty cocktail glass. You wrap your lips around your straw and drain your drink entirely. What you say and what you do, none of that matters in the end. All of this is just show. Every conversation you've had with Tyler Owens in the last three months has been nothing but a performance. Other than your name, you don't think a single sentence out of your mouth has been honest. Not when it comes to him.
"Let me buy you a beer" is the only answer you get.
His grin widens when you look back up again - so cocky, so unbelievably cocky.
"I don't drink."
You push your glass an inch further down the bar top. Tyler raises his eyebrows. Fuck, someone really needs to kick him in the face. You can't keep having all these little heart attacks whenever he's close enough that you could touch him if you wanted.
Not that you want to.
"You're drinking right now", he says. You rest your palms against the bar top and blink at him.
"I don't drink with you."
He lets out a chuckle, one of those deep ones that settle right in your chest and make it hard to swallow.
"Just this once?", he asks and in all honesty, for just a second there, you actually consider giving in. He's too handsome for his own good. You really need to get it together. He's an ass (what an ass, goddamn). And he's insane. He's an insane ass. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of that - those times like now, when his piercing eyes and his kissable lips and his rugged stubble and his broad, broad shoulders and his drawled voice overshadow everything else.
"Don't you have some livestreaming to do?", you ask, hoping it still comes across just as sarcastic when you're the slightest bit distracted by how gloriously tight the sleeves of his flannel are. "Go chasing tornadoes, not me."
His grin widens inexplicably further. You're sure that if you were in a comic, there'd be a lightbulb flashing above his head right about now.
"Well", he drawls, "if you feel it..."
"Don't you do that shit to me, Owens."
He's raising his eyebrows again, raising his eyebrows as you clasp your hand around your empty glass so hard your knuckles turn white. But you're serious. Just as you'd lost yourself in the view of him, that angelic, sinful view of him, he'd gone and reminded you why you were so adamant to keep your distance. If you feel it, chase it. Ridiculous. Obnoxious. He's an arrogant, know-it-all, suicidal job-wrecker. He's the guy with cameras pointed at him everywhere he goes. He signs mugs and selfies and hats and shirts and bras. He's the reason you haven't gotten a single un-edited shot of a fully formed tornado in the last three months.
"You're not a fan of my catchphrase, weather girl?"
He can't even pretend to look wounded (even though he tries) with how big the grin on his lips still is. You stare right at him, dead-eyed and unflinching.
"I'm not a fan of you."
Lies slip off your tongue so easily by now that you wonder when you'd become morally compromised enough to not even care anymore. It must've happened somewhere along the way, sometime between the first conversation you'd had with him and the one you're having with him right now.
"You wound me", he grins, his palm pressed to his chest.
For the first time tonight, you allow yourself to grin back at him.
"I try."
With that, you slip off your chair and wave the bartender goodbye. You're already two steps away when Tyler calls after you.
"I'd still buy you a beer."
"I'm still not drinking with you", you call back. You don't turn around again. You just make your way back to your car and mark the evening as a half-successful night of socialising on your to-do list.
...
You see him again first thing the next day. Of course. Because there's no tornadoes without the Tornado Wranglers on their tail. By now, you're used to it. You wave at Dani as they come back out of the store at the gas station you're waiting at. They've got both arms full of coffees and for a second, you consider offering your help, but then you hear Tyler shout something out of his car and you suddenly don't feel any desire whatsoever to get up. You've sat yourself down in your truck bed, your camera slung around your neck and the radar on your lap. If all goes right, you're hoping for a tornado to form a little to the east from here. And as much as you dislike Tyler Owens, the fact that he's here soothes your nerves. Where he goes, there's sure to be tornadoes close by.
The few times you hadn't seen him had never ended well for you. You'd missed an EF3 your second week here just because you'd followed the wrong hunch. Meanwhile Tyler, of course, had been in the middle of it.
This might just be the one singular situation that you welcome seeing his red truck around. As long as you can manage to overtake him on the road after.
It's not that you need to be faster. You don't need to reach the tornado first. You don't even take the same way as him most of the time. He wants in there, you just want a sensible picture. Still, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment every time you hit the brakes and jump out of your car, miles away from the actual cell as Tyler speeds down towards it. You've been telling yourself that it's because he ruins your pictures. It kind of is.
"Hey, weather girl!"
You let out a resigned breath as you tilt your head up and squint against the sun. He's still in his truck, his window rolled down, his elbow propped up against the car door.
"What do you want, Owens?"
Your fingers itch to reach for your camera. It's a visual, him in that fucking car, leaning out of his window with the sun peaking out behind him. But you can't, you can't take a picture of him this openly. Even if you were to argue that it's just the light you'd wanted to capture.
"To give you some advice", he calls out, his lips pulling into a grin. You raise your eyebrows at him. "East isn't gonna work out. Wind's changing. Go south."
He throws you a mock salute and hits the gas before you can say anything else.
Not that you'd been about to.
Instead you just curse to yourself, jump off the truck bed and throw your treacherous technology into the passenger seat with a little too much vigor. Fuck this. You sit at the steering wheel and stare out at the sky for exactly two seconds before you make your decision. Then you start your car and drive south.
You may not be a fan of Tyler Owens, but you've long since admitted to yourself that this man has got a gift. He has an unbeatable instinct when it comes to storms. And sure, you have your fair share of knowledge, but in the end, you're a photographer, not a meteorologist. You won't miss a day's work just because you're too proud to listen to Tyler.
You're a little further behind, but you can spot his truck and guess that he's driving straight on into the cell today, so you take a right and decide to try your luck with the side of the tornado. Not being right in its path doesn't sound too bad anyway.
You actually manage to snap a few well-placed pictures. You don't know what Tyler's doing, but it seems like he's not shooting random shit up the cell today. You'll watch the stream later - you're just the slightest bit curious now what's happening with them. Maybe they're doing some old-school chasing? Or maybe they're doing a challenge. Maybe Tyler is driving blindfolded. At this point, who knows.
It's good for you though. It's a considerable tornado today, an EF2 at least, and you only spot Tyler's red truck again when the cell moves further down the fields, away from him. It doesn't look like it's gonna disappear anytime soon. Maybe today's your lucky day.
Half an hour later, you're sure you've got at least a dozen pictures of the fully formed tornado, long touched down and without the red truck in the way.
You're just packing up your things, already sifting through the photos on your camera, squinting against the sunlight, trying to both tug the zipper of your bag closed and hit the right buttons at the same time when Tyler pulls up next to you.
"You look busy, weather girl", he says, already grinning that damn grin again.
"I am", you say - truthfully, for once. You let go of your bag and lower your camera. You're hesitant, but... "Thanks for the tip."
"Anytime", he grins. "Just do me one favour."
You already know this can't be good. Not with that cheeky look on his face. But he'd just saved you from chasing hot air (quite literally), so he deserves a little treat. And you don't want unsettled scores with Tyler Owens.
"I want to know what favour that's supposed to be before I agree", you say anyway, because with him, you can never be too careful. And in the end, you're only willing to do so much. (Though for him, you'd already do a lot more than you'd admit. A lot more than you hope he's aware of.)
"Let me buy you a beer", he says, and for once, he sounds serious.
The memory of yesterday night flashes before your eyes, of those same words at the bar. With him so close, way too close - with that grin and that stubble and that voice and those shoulders. You cross your arms and stare at him.
"If you're livestreaming this, I'm gonna sue your ass so hard."
He just lets out a chuckle and raises his hands in surrender.
"Cameras are off, I swear."
You stare at him for another silent ten or so seconds. At him in that fucking truck that looks just a little too good in your pictures. At him and his fucking face. That fucking face that you certainly wouldn't mind sitting on, if just to shut him up.
God, he's asking you to drink something with him. He's asking to buy you something to drink with him. You're stupid.
You're so, so stupid.
"Alright, cowboy", you say, uncrossing your arms and reaching for the handle of your car door. "I'll humour you."
...
You're in the bar again by nine that night, the same way you had been the day before. You're wearing a different dress and there's a different bartender, but you've ordered the same mojito and chosen the same place to sit.
Only this time, you're actively watching the door. And when Tyler strolls in, you've got to shift around in your seat and cross your legs. You don't even pretend you're not staring. You just ogle him openly. Not for the first time ever - you'd checked him out very obviously when he'd strutted towards you to introduce himself three months ago - but definitely for the first time in a while. And god yeah, he's a hunk of a man, alright. If you had your camera here right now...
But you don't. So instead, you drop your eyes to his feet (brown leather boots), drag them up his legs (blue jeans), over his chest (red checkered flannel), over his face (god, what you wouldn't give-) and finally rest them on the cowboy hat on top of his head.
When he's close enough to hear you, already grinning, of course, probably at how you're actually sitting there in the same spot as yesterday and hadn't just lied to his face about coming here, you raise your eyebrows at him.
"A cowboy hat?", you ask, your voice as unbothered as you can possibly manage (even though you're very, very, very much bothered right now). His grin only widens.
"Ladies love country boys", he drawls with a shrug.
"Now that's straight out of a song", you say. "You're getting lazy, Owens."
"A song?", he asks. "No, that's an Owens Original."
You pull your eyebrows even further up.
"Ladies love country boys? Trace Adkins?"
"Nope. Not familiar."
But his grin tells you that he's lying. He's a liar. He knows very well where he got that line from. And he knows just how easily he got under your skin with his simple trick. As if his face isn't enough already.
You just shake your head and turn away from him.
"Put your money where your mouth is, Owens. Buy me a beer."
...
Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. But he's also a great conversationalist.
The hours fly by as you're talking. One beer turns into two, then into an uncountable number of soft drinks. You both agree that you need to drive home, neither of you is willing to risk a run-in with the police. You need your drivers license for your jobs.
Tyler talks to you about the pictures you've taken today, then about the pictures from last week. He laughs when you blame him for ruining half of them and almost spits out his coke when you slap his arm for laughing at you. He tells you about his crew, about the people they've helped with the money from their dumb t-shirt sales. You think you hate him less by the minute. You're not sure if you're okay with that. But he gets you talking about your childhood and your parents, about school and college and about how you've wound back up here in Oklahoma. That effectively distracts you.
That, and how his cocky grin morphs into a genuine smile the more you open up.
Not that you didn't love the cocky grin. You did, just a bit. As obnoxious as it was. But the way he smiles at you all sweet has you melting right in your spot.
It's not the first time you realise that beneath all that rough exterior, there beats a heart of gold. You've known what those t-shirt sales are for, that he offers food and water after a tornado hits a town, that he carries the injured out of the ruins of their houses and helps find lost dogs. The more you've been around him in the past weeks, the more you've seen of his soft side. Of the way he cares and supports. But in the end, it always is easier to go back to the status quo - to fall back onto mindless snark and fleeting first impressions.
You'd clung so desperately to the image of him as this arrogant, smug, holier-than-thou influencer god for the sole purpose of keeping your own sanity. Because you'd known that without despising him, you would fall head over heels for Tyler Owens, and you just couldn't have that.
But now, with his arm brushing against yours and his hat discarded on the bar top and his smile, that beautiful, beautiful smile on his lips...
"Five bucks", he drawls, already reaching for his wallet.
"What?"
"Five bucks says there won't be a tornado tomorrow."
You raise your eyebrows at him, your glass hovering in mid-air between the two of you. You'd meant to take a sip, but now you're setting it right back down on the bar top.
"You're shitting me."
Tyler just shakes his head. He's grinning again, but it's much softer this time around.
"The winds are looking great. The forecast says it's gonna be the best conditions for tornadoes we've seen in the last six weeks. I've heard Dexter talk about how we're probably gonna see an EF4 tomorrow", you tell him, even though you're sure he's well aware of all of it. This is Tyler Owens, for god's sake. He knows about the winds and the forecasts. He knows that his crew is making preparations already.
His grin only grows. And it's smug now. It's cocky now. It's everything you thought you'd left behind during this conversation. He looks like the Tornado Wrangler again, like the guy who fucks up your pictures and makes your job harder than it already is.
It takes you a second too long to realise why.
"Dexter said that on our live", he grins, as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing. You physically recoil from him. "Do you watch our streams, weather girl?"
"No", you breathe, rigid and frozen, shocked to your very core. No, no, no, no, this cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. You'd... You hadn't made that mistake. He hadn't got you to make that mistake.
"Dexter talked about tomorrow on our live", Tyler says again, straightening his back and grinning down at you like he's just uncovered the lost grave of Cleopatra. "Only on the live. You watched our stream."
"No", you mutter, your eyes wide and your mouth dry, so dry. You need to drink. You need to drink so badly. "No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. You watched our stream, honey."
The petname runs down your spine and clogs your senses. Honey. Oh, he's an ass, he's an asshole! But you're on the spot, you're on the spot and he's calling you honey, honey, honey. You can't do anything but watch as he leans closer to you, grinning down at you like it's his one true purpose on this earth, like he wants to eat you alive.
"I'd say you watch our streams pretty regularly, weather girl."
You swallow hard and clasp your hand around your glass.
"Yeah?", you breathe, hoping against all hope that your voice sounds somewhat innocent. You're sure it doesn't. You know it doesn't. You probably sound as guilty as you are, but... Hope dies last. Hope always dies last. "Why would you say that?"
"Just a hunch." He shows off those pearly fucking whites for you. "Call it an instinct. I'm usually right."
He is.
He's right now. He's right usually.
Him and his fucking instinct. His goddamn gut feeling about tornadoes, always right all the fucking time. He's like an Oklahoma Jesus. The first coming of Tornado Christ.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.
"I'll take your bet." You drain your glass at once. "Give me your five bucks, Owens."
You don't think it'll work. You don't think he'll let you distract him. You don't think it'll be this easy to stop his vile teasing. He's not the type of guy to let something go. He's not the type of guy to let anything go ever. But he looks at you and he grins at you and he trails his eyes over your face and then he opens up his wallet and pulls out five dollars without another word.
He puts the bill flat on the bar top.
But when you go to reach for it, he pushes his fingers down.
"The price just went up", he says.
You raise your eyebrows and let your hand sink again. Tyler is absolutely unpredictable. You should've known.
"The price just went up?", you repeat. He nods. "What more do you want to bet?"
He's closer now, closer all of a sudden. He's too close, close enough to make your breath hitch. He's looking down at you with that cocky, cheeky grin, with his weirdly green eyes, with his three day stubble and his generally much too symmetrical face. You can't do anything but look back up at him.
"A kiss", he says. Simple as that.
A kiss.
Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. He is. Truly. He's annoying and way too full of himself and much too presumptuous. Tyler Owens is the only man who would ever do something like this. The only man who'd bet a kiss on whether or not there will be tornadoes tomorrow.
Especially with that forecast.
The one that says a tornado is basically inevitable.
"Alright", you say. He may be Tyler Owens, the guy with an infallible instinct - but he is also Tyler Owens, the guy who's been doing his hardest to get under your skin. This time might not be any different. For all you know, he's bluffing to rile you up. "I'm in."
...
At eleven the next day, you're standing next to Dexter in resigned silence.
"I really thought today was gonna pan out", you mutter.
"It should have", Dexter frowns, tapping against the screen in his hands. "It should have worked out. The conditions should have been perfect. Everything's been building the last few days."
"But it collapsed this morning."
You turn your head and watch as Tyler comes to a stand next to you, arms crossed, eyes locked on the clear sky up above. He tilts his head to you and grins. Fuck, he's wearing his goddamn hat again. It's like he doesn't even try to be normal.
"Hey, weather girl", he greets. "Ready to cash out your bet?"
You shake your head at him. No, you're not giving up this easily. You never give up this easily.
"The day's not over yet, Owens. You haven't won 'til midnight."
...
You spend most of the next hours sitting in your truck bed, reading a book you'd thrown into your backseat weeks ago and had so far neglected. Lilly hands you lunch around two, Dani offers you a coffee around five and Boone pipes up here and there to joke about the wasted day. Around six, Dexter comes by to let you know they're calling it.
You still have another hour to go. By seven, it'll be too late to send your pictures anyway. But you want the hour. You need the hour.
You still haven't decided what to do about Tyler. About Tyler and his fucking bet.
He's been loitering the whole day, walking by, joking around with his crew, livestreaming a spontaneous q&a just because.
And the more minutes tick by, the harder it is to keep ignoring that you've most definitely lost the bet. Even though you do your best. You read, you check your phone. You stare at your radar. You stare at the weather forecast. You talk to Dexter and Dani and Lilly and Boone. You take a few pictures of the sky. Then you take a few pictures of Tyler, standing some feet away from his truck and looking out at the clouds.
It's only when two of three Tornado Wranglers cars are disappearing down the road, when Tyler Owens suddenly stands in front of your truck bed, that you put down your book and face reality.
"No tornadoes in sight", he says, instead of 'Hello' or 'How are you' like any other person would.
"There's still six hours left", you reason. Even if only one of those is relevant for your job today.
"You really want to wait out six hours to prove I'm right?"
"You're not right", you argue. It's fruitless, it's stupid, it's unreasonable. But... "Not yet, anyway."
Tyler raises his eyebrows at you, lets out an amused chuckle and leans against the side of your truck bed.
"Alright, so we wait."
You eye him from the side. He's fucking leaning against your truck, staring out at the sky, talking about six hours. Goddamn. He can't be serious, can he? His crew is already gone. They've disappeared into the descending sun and he's talking about waiting another six hours. Leaned against your car.
"Fuck's sake, Owens", you sigh, scooching over to the right. "At least sit down then."
You don't talk much at first. You just open your book back up again and try your hardest to ignore that he's even here at all, barely two feet away from you on the other side of your truck bed. If you stretched your leg, you'd hit him right in the hip.
It makes reading close to impossible.
Even though he's not doing anything at all. He's just sitting there, one arm propped up on the side board, that goddamn cowboy hat on his head and his feet hanging off the opened tailgate. It's almost worse that he's not doing anything.
That he's just sitting there and watching the sky change.
You give up on reading entirely when you realise that you've finished exactly five pages in half an hour. Instead, you put your book back in the car, pull out your bluetooth speaker and two water bottles and offer Tyler one of them.
You don't even ask him what music he wants to listen to. You just put on your country playlist and roll with it. By the twitch of his lips, you know he certainly doesn't mind.
Another half hour later, it's starting to get chilly and you're beginning to grow bored of the music. Tyler sitting next to you makes you fidgety, somehow, and you can't really enjoy the songs you usually love so much. So you switch to a podcast. You don't ask Tyler if he minds. He's free to go anytime.
Around eight, the sun starts to set, and the chill turns into an unpleasant cool. You hadn't really expected to be sitting out here so long. You're not prepared for the temperature to drop. You're wearing shorts, for god's sake, shorts and a top. It's summer in Oklahoma - you don't know how Tyler even manages to survive in his long jeans. You certainly wouldn't.
But now you're a little jealous, to be honest. He doesn't look cold in the slightest while you're fighting off shivers. You can feel your hands trembling already.
You really should've brought a jacket. But who brings jackets in 30 degree summer weather?
So instead, you just resign yourself to your fate and rub your hands along your arms. Anything to get some warmth into your body.
For the first time since you've sat back down, Tyler turns his head and looks at you.
"You're cold", he says, eyes raking over your arms and the goosebumps you'd gotten.
"Great observational skills, Sherlock Holmes", you deadpan, even though he doesn't really deserve that. He had so far left you pretty much alone. "A+ on that assignment."
Well, it's hard to break bad habits.
Tyler just chuckles, shakes his head and pushes off of the truck bed. You watch, eyes narrowed, as he walks back to his own car, opens up the trunk and- pulls out a blanket?
Your hands have sunken down to your lap all by themselves by the time he's standing in front of you again, holding out the blanket.
"For you, Watson", he grins as you slowly, carefully take the blanket from him. You mutter something along the lines of a soft 'Thank you' before you wrap the blanket around your arms.
Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. But he's also the very definition of "Tough on the outside, soft on the inside". Sometimes, you think the word 'angelic' works for more than just his divine looks.
Your eyes are glued to him as he sits back down next to you and looks out at the darkening sky with that signature grin on his lips, like he knows that you're watching him and enjoys it more than he should. That doesn't deter you though. For the very first time. You don't even stop staring when he turns his head back to you. You don't even stop staring then.
You just look at him until his grin crumbles. Until he's smiling that smile from yesterday night, the one that has your heart squeezing together and then exploding in your chest. You think you could stare at that smile for the rest of eternity and never feel sated.
"What?", he asks, his voice so soft it makes you swallow. Your lips part, but there's no words on your tongue, none in your throat. They're stuck in your chest somewhere, wrapped around your heart so tightly that you can't let them go even now. So you just press your lips together, wrap your blanket tighter around yourself and say:
"So I'm Watson, yeah?"
Your podcast is long forgotten by the time the sky turns dark. So dark that you make Tyler climb into your car and turn on the lights. You're comfortable in your blanket, you don't feel the need to move.
It's around ten when the blanket isn't enough anymore.
You tuck your hands underneath your top, but that only helps for so long. A few minutes later, you're trembling again, trembling even though you're pulling the blanket as tightly around you as you possibly can. Tyler raises his eyebrows when a particularly heavy shiver runs down your spine, one of those that come and go within three seconds.
"Come here", he says, shuffling in his spot and motioning for you to move over to him. You don't really think about it. It's more of a reflex as you fumble the blanket off of your body, scooch over to him, settle yourself against his side and sneak your feet under his thigh. He tugs the blanket back up to your chin, tucks it in behind your back and wraps his arms around you.
Tyler Owens wraps his arms around you.
And he's so fucking warm you literally almost moan. God, you hadn't actually realised just how cold you'd been.
"Damn, you're freezing", he notes as well, just as you nestle further into him and hum in agreement. He's like a living heater right now. You'd like to just crawl inside of him and suck up all his warmth. "You should've told me sooner."
"I didn't tell you at all", you mutter, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. He smells good. He smells so good. Earthy, musky somehow. You're tempted to turn your head and bury your nose in his shoulder.
Instead, you just satisfy yourself with what you can get. Fuck, he smells so good. He smells just like you'd thought he would, like country and rodeo and thunderstorms. He smells like falling into bed at the end of a successful chase. He smells like more. You want more.
You want more of Tyler Owens.
"Are you sniffing me?", he asks suddenly, but he sounds so amused you can't even bring yourself to feel embarrassed. You just open your eyes and grin at him, tilting your head so you can look up at him.
"What if I am?", you ask, if only to hear that breathless chuckle fall from his lips. Oh, those lips. You're in trouble. "Are you gonna call the cops on me?"
"I could never."
"Yeah, you better not, cowboy", you mutter, eyes dropping to his lips when he grins. He's so close. He's way too close. "There's like thirty things I could call the cops about on your channel."
His grin grows until he's showing off his teeth, glinting against the low light of the leds in your car. He's closer now.
"So you do watch our streams, weather girl."
His voice is so low and he's so close, so close. Your lips part all on their own. You haven't looked back up at his eyes in too long. Far too long. But he's so close, and he's so warm, and he smells so good.
"Alright", you whisper. His mouth is barely an inch from yours. You can feel every breath he takes. "I watch your streams."
And then your lips are on his.
Tyler Owens is the most annoying man you've ever met. He's cocky and he's smug. He makes your job harder than it has to be. He does everything and anything to get under your skin. But Tyler Ownes is the best goddamn kisser this side of the globe.
He trails his hands, his big, big hands, down your sides, pushes the blanket out of the way and grabs at your waist with just enough firmness. He pulls you onto his lap and rests his thumbs over the hem of your top. He breathes into your mouth and takes it slow. He doesn't care that you almost knock his hat out of the way when you try to wrap your arms around his neck. He just holds you tightly to him and lets you tug on his lip.
You honestly don't know how much time has passed when he pulls back, grinning an entirely new grin at you, hazy and euphoric.
"It's not midnight yet", he mutters, the slightest bit out of breath.
"I don't care", you mumble, drawing him right back in for another kiss. You think you might be addicted. You simply can't get enough of him. You can't get enough of Tyler Owens.
But then a thought strikes you, and you pull away with a grin that makes him raise his eyebrows.
You chuckle against his lips.
"If you feel it, chase it, right?"
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could i request spencer x bombshell!reader where maybe spencer and the team meet readerâs ex boyfriend / a guy she used to be interested in and heâs sooo different from spencer so he assumes her flirting is a joke but really she never had a type until she met spencer n now sheâs only into nerdy, sweater-vest wearing sweethearts <3
love ur work sm i only read spencer fics but i read all your characters bc the writing is so intoxicating !!
thank you for your request angel! <3 1k, fem
Spencer looks adorable today. Youâre not sure if he knows, but that can be easily rectified.Â
âSpencer Reid,â you say sternly.Â
Heâs immediately wide-eyed and sorry. âWhat?â he asks, pouting.Â
âYou have some explaining to do.â You glare, taking your compact from your pocket. You open it, check your appearance, fighting a huge smile as you flick the mirror on him accusingly. âSo, what do you have to say for yourself?âÂ
âI donât get it.â His eyes jump between the mirror and you. âSorry?âÂ
âYou should be sorry. Do you see how nice you look today?â He rolls his eyes. âHey, donât act like you donât know what I mean.â
You and Spencer have known each other for years now, and you love him. Youâd die for him easily in the field, and out of it too, but youâre not together and heâs bad at accepting compliments, so he shrugs you off like youâre only teasing him.Â
âMy handsome partner,â you say. Even if he isnât your boyfriend, thatâs your loophole. You and Spencer get paired for everything these days, because youâre best friends and Hotch has given up on separating you (though professionally thereâs no need). âI could eat you.âÂ
âStill mildly threatening, then,â a voice says.Â
You spin in your chair, shocked and a little horrified to find the last person you wanted to see here in Connecticut. âCory!â you say, knowing heâll believe youâre enthusiasm if nobody else.Â
âHi, beautiful. You werenât gonna call me?âÂ
Your lips pop as you reply, âI was definitely going to, just as soon as we werenât on the clock. How are you?â you ask, standing to receive the hug you know heâs going to give.Â
Cory is⊠well, heâs gorgeous, though that hadnât been why you had fun with him when you were here last. Heâd seemed nice enough and plainly interested in you at the time, and youâd been sort of lonely, so really he was a necessity of the soul rather than a want. Plus, he was very rich.Â
Gorgeous he may be, but Spencer Reid he is not. You donât deny it to yourself âthe genius behind you has completely changed your type, the kind of man you vy after, and if youâre honest, heâs the one for you. So hugging Cory and pretending youâre going to call him for drinks after the case is over isnât easy. You lie rather than reject him.
âHe seemed nice,â Spencer says in the awkward silence Cory leaves behind.Â
âSure!â you say, blowing out a hot breath. âWas I embarrassing myself? I didnât expect to see him.âÂ
âYou were the same as usual.âÂ
You tilt your head back as the door opens again, worried itâll be Cory back for a last word. Emily smiles at you knowingly, a bag of takeout in hand. âGod, did you see that?â she asks, eyebrows rising. âHe was perfect.âÂ
âIf you like the Greek god motif,â you joke.Â
Spencerâs frowning at his files when you turn back to him. âSpence, whatâs wrong?â you ask.Â
âMm? Nothing.â
âYou sure?â you ask.Â
He maintains that heâs okay as the rest of the team flood in for lunch. You pretend to believe him, not sure what youâve done to upset him but willing to figure it out. You unwrap his food for him and place his plastic cutlery on a napkin as you know he prefers, sorting through the cup drinks to find his diet lemonade. âHere, handsome,â you say, touching his shoulder gently as you sit down next to him.Â
He bristles.Â
âSpencer?â you ask.Â
He looks around the table. Hotch and Rossi are talking about something with shared smiles, while JJ and Morgan debate the case. Emilyâs on her phone with a straw between her lips. They arenât listening, and so he says, âItâs not a fitting nickname.âÂ
âWhat, handsome? Thatâs not a nickname, itâs a pet name, and itâs true. Youâre one of the most handsome guys Iâve ever seen,â âyou laugh and grab his elbow when he shakes his headâ âare you kidding? Spencer, you could be a model. Iâve told you this a hundred times. You have amazing cheekbones, just dreamy, and your lipsââ
âOh, god, please donât start,â he says, covering his face with both hands. He sounds like heâs smiling. âI shouldnât have said anything.âÂ
Hotch shoots you a donât tease look. You send him a vehement Iâm not back, waiting for him to look away before you prod Spencer again. âYouâre so cute, Spencer, you donât get it.âÂ
âI donât wanna be cute, cute isnât your typeââ
Your eyes flare. âWhat would you know about my type, Spencer? Is thisâ is this about Cory?âÂ
âOf course it is,â he says, face pink as he drops his hands.Â
âSpencer, he is not my type.âÂ
âBut you dated.â
âOne date. And that was before I realised I liked dorks in sweater vests,â you say. Youâre both acting like this is half a joke, a skit, in case youâre overheard, but youâre also both well aware that itâs serious and vulnerable and flustering to confess certain things right here and now. Too bad it has to be done. âI miss your glasses, babe, they really added to your charm.âÂ
Spencer shakes his head, picking up his styrofoam boxed lunch to ignore you.Â
You sidle close to him, your pinky finger rubbing the slightest hint of his bare wrist. âWanna get drinks with me tonight? I need a cover story in case Grecian Cory tracks me down. And, you know you get that really cute blush when you drink. What do you say?âÂ
âNo,â he says with a smile, which means yes in this instance.
You kiss his cheek, giggling at the lipgloss left behind. âYouâre my type, handsome.â
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blue lock men as love island contestants
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pairings: (separate) sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, seishiro nagi, rensuke kunigami, oliver aiku, ryusei shidou x f!reader
sae itoshi
iâm so undecided about this man. i feel like he could be either a lover boy or a heartbreaker.
like i can see him either coupling up and not even batting an eyelash for a bombshell, or heâs literally getting to know every single bombshell, keeping you constantly on your toes.
either way, i can see twitter going crazy once he enters the villa, love island producers knew what they was doing putting the itoshi siblings in the same villa.
itâs definitely one sided beef though, he doesnât entertain his brothers side comments about him during challenges and even tries giving him girl advice on occasions đ
is so unbothered by the challenges, especially the twitter one. this man couldnât care less about what the public had to say about him or his girl.
he always makes sure to be so half assed about them too, never putting in full effort because he thinks theyâre ridiculous.
i can imagine him telling you to stop embarrassing yourself on tv for a silly challenge.
after his clip plays on movie night, heâs genuinely confused why youâre mad about it since it happened 2 weeks ago.
you canât tell whether heâs being manipulative or oblivious.
i feel like heâd also be that one boy telling the rest of them that if theyâre not exclusive they shouldnât hold back on getting to know the other girls, ESPECIALLY during casa.
doesnât understand why you think itâs a big deal that he said that since he was still being loyal to you. twitter keeps calling him a red flag.
despite everything though, i feel like heâd also be the guy to have your back in any argument you have, but making sure to correct you where you went wrong in private.
rin itoshi
idc what ANYONE says this man is a lover boy.
he locks in with one girl (you) and stays loyal the whole show even with you having ups and downs, you both always make it through and the public just love you both.
i feel like heâd be the first bombshell to enter the villa and the girls are ALL OVER HIM. like when miguel entered the villa on love island usa and the girls just kept pulling him away đ
he gets so mad when he sees his brother walk in as a bombshell a week or so later, definitely causes sm drama to the point the public are divided 50/50 about whoâs side theyâre on.
literally so competitive in challenges and games, especially couple ones.
heâs always stressing at you to pick up the pace so that you both can win, which gets him clowned on twitter.
you both end up winning though.
lowkey gets into beef with the boys on movie night since his clip just showed him talking shit about them all đ
he def hated casa amor too, refusing to kiss the girls for the challenges, causing the main villa to win the points. also sleeps outside on the day beds, looking at pictures of you on his phone.
yoichi isagi
obviously an og. i feel like heâs also the type to find you early on and settle. though, i can see him still getting to know the bombshells, he just thinks they donât compare to you in the slightest.
is the maid and chef of the villa. always the one to clean up after people. heâs also the first boy to make breakfast and coffee for his couple.
overall, heâs very sweet to all the islanders, heâs like the main boy all the girls come to for advice and a shoulder to cry on when their couple has done them dirty.
however! we know how this man can be and when he gets jealous omg, the villa absolutely kicks off.
i feel like everyone watching got so surprised when they saw him turn into this territorial guard dog over you when a new boy tried kissing you.
so yeah, all the bombshells kinda left you alone after that, which he was definitely pleased about.
lowkey gets rinsed in the twitter challenge and genuinely doesnât understand the publics beef with him.
âi donât even get that jealous.â, the rest of the islanders just keep quiet.
i feel like during casa he wouldnât be completely innocent but he wouldnât do anything bad enough to cause you to break up with him, just him having little flirty chats which definitely get shown at movie night.
heâs also incredibly shit at challenges, especially the couple ones, like youâre both notorious for being last place each time.
meguru bachira
this man would be so sweet and cheery, definitely the comedic relief of the group. i feel like heâd be on the og lineup.
but i can see him being an accidental heartbreaker, like heâs in a couple and during casa amor thereâs this one girl who shows him so much attention and heâs missing you so much so he shares a bed with her and gives her a kiss outside a challenge đ«Ł
i feel like itâd get exposed during movie night or during the casa recoupling when he comes back alone and one of the girls expose him.
surprisingly brings everyone watching to tears when heâs apologising, begging on his knees for you to forgive him.
definitely becomes a huge thing on tiktok and twitter like kordell and serena after casa.
eventually he makes it up to you, and the public seem to love you both even more, landing him in the final 4.
seishiro nagi
heâs such a sweetheart but i can see him being a bit of a slow burner. i feel like heâd struggle opening up and showing affection to the girls which cause them to fall back on him.
like if you want him youâd definitely have to play the long game, but i donât think heâd entertain anyone else so i guess thereâs some benefit.
when the both of you were a new couple the public definitely made so many comments thinking he was so uninterested in you until they see the unseen bits and see how much more affectionate and loving he is with you.
i feel like that would also be whatâs highlighted during movie night, like a conversation with isagi where heâs telling him heâs not sure if he feels a connection with you yet. you can tell it was when you was both just getting to know each other but he doesnât escape the foul side eye you give him.
during casa i feel like heâd talk to the girls so condescendingly đ
like, production make him join the conversations with the girls and he says the most backhanded things to them, causing isagi to snicker at him while the girls just look all confused.
hates challenges so much. he tries a bit harder for the couple ones but you always end up getting second to last place.
âat least iâm not as bad as isagi.â, heâll say when you roll your eyes at him after he miserably failed yet another challenge .
renuske kunigami
oh everyone would love this man.
i feel like heâd struggle finding a connection at first until heâs at risk of being dumped and then you, a bombshell walks in and just completely clicks with him.
such a romantic type, i feel like the islanders would let you and him get the chance to go to the hideaway first.
even after going to the hideaway, he remains so respectful, even though his mind is going crazy with the lingerie you wore for him.
is also weirdly good at challenges. seems to know who all the questions are about, even if itâs a guess.
during movie night he just sits there munching on his popcorn, watching the boys get exposed while he knows heâs one of the only boys getting a peaceful night in his couple.
this man also despised casa. itâs the only thing him and rin really bonded over. he was also sleeping on the day beds but i feel like heâd kiss in challenges if he hadnât made you his girlfriend before casa.
probably the only man to not have any arguments or problems with his couple.
oliver aiku
this man is either hated or loved by the public.
canât find a genuine connection for the life of him. he definitely comes in as a bombshell, and steals someone from their couple, then just keeps getting his head turned by every single bombshell that enters the villa đ
he genuinely canât help himself
always says, âi canât put all my eggs in one basket.â or âdo you wanna go for a chat?â
gets nervous when any of the boys talk to one of the many girls heâs pursuing.
i feel like at first people would have zero idea this man is a player, but then eventually the public just start getting sick of him, chanting on twitter to get him out next.
the boys take him as inspiration on what NOT to do.
heâs also incredibly shit at challenges, always gets them wrong and dreads every time a text comes through on someoneâs phone, praying it isnât a challenge.
ryusei shidou
heâs always getting into trouble with production, i feel like heâd end up getting kicked out after maximum a week for prohibited behaviour.
definitely gossips with the girls telling them what their couples have been saying behind their back, like this man is MESSY. i can imagine him saying like, âoh, yeah heâs definitely into the new girl, he was telling the boys how sheâs his type on the outside.â
the boys absolutely despise him for this đ ESPECIALLY OLIVER.
gets awarded messiest islander in the awards ceremony night.
speaking of, i feel like heâd LIVE for the challenges, especially movie night or the twitter game. he wouldnât even hold back on who he thought the tweets were about, which would cause drama after the challenge đ«ą
in terms of coupling up, i think he will just go for whoever wants him, he doesnât seem too picky. but once he gets attention from multiple girls his head is definitely turning and he wouldnât care about how you felt.
gets absolutely rinsed on social media once he gets back home.
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Hey, i love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a Dae-ho fic where the reader is apart of his group (with gi-hun and stuff) but used to date Thanos, who is trying to win her back. She asks the boys to help stop her from going back to him cause she can;' help but want to. Later dae ho asks why she dated thanos cause he was toxic and she admits she feels she doesn't deserve better. Dae ho confesses and promises that he will give her better. I don't know if this makes sense, but thanks :)
Why can't I let go? - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388
Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x fem!reader (maybe slight Thanos x reader)
Summary: Seeing your ex months after your break up made you question things again, but Dae-ho gave you a reason not to go back to him.
Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)
Word count: ~ 1.6k
A/N: hi and thank you sm!! I hope this comes close to what you had in mind (:
What made being in this slaughter house even worse for you, besides the fact that you had to worry about dying every few seconds, was the fact that your literal ex boyfriend somehow also ended up here. Well, actually, you knew exactly why Thanos, as he liked to call himself now, entered the games as well â Not only did he basically bankrupt himself with investing in that stupid crypto currency, no, he took most of your savings too and created unnecessary money problems for you. That was obviously the break-up-reason, although he just wasn't the best boyfriend over all.
His presence already pissed you off when spotting him in the crowd after initially waking up in that uncomfortable bunk bed. Thanos only spotted you when walking up the weird, colorful stairs to the first game. Pushing other players to the side, he made his way up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, non-stop apologizing for what he had done to you. It has been like that since you broke things off with him, but you made the effort to block him on everything and simply not answer the door when he came by every now and then to win you back.
Thanos was annoying and dangerous, as it showed itself in Red-Light-Green-Light. Not only was he a junkie, he was also seemingly ready to sacrifice the life of other people for his own benefit. At first, when Player 456 yelled out that everyone who got 'disqualified' would essentially get shot, you didn't want to believe him. Even Thanos leaned over to you, much to your annoyance, and said "What the fuck is this guy on?". He's one to talk, huh. In the end, when Player 456 was right, you immediately took his advice and voted 'X' during the first voting.
"Thanks for saving us back there." you said to Player 456, hesitantly approaching him and his friend, Player 390. They introduced themselves as Gi-hun and Jung-bae, inviting you to sit down and eat with them. A few moments later another young man dropped down from his bed and agreed with you, also claiming that how Gi-hun acted was heroic. "Why'd you vote like that then?" you asked Dae-ho after he sat down next to you, pointing at the blue badge upon his chest. "Ah, you know," feeling like he got caught, he kept looking away from your eyes, "the money now is not nearly enough to pay off my debts. But, don't worry, I'll definitely vote different next time!" You guys continued talking and even laughing a bit, telling each other about your life outside of here.
You, alongside Jung-bae, found out that he was a marine. Both were actually, immediately finding common ground. Watching them joke around with each other, you couldn't help but smile â Which stopped as soon as you looked to the other side, to the people who voted 'O', and spotted Thanos staring at you. He was clearly not happy with how you voted or the fact that another man made you laugh, even though you only met him a few minutes ago. That's just how Thanos is, you feared: always jealous about someone, worried you're going to cheat on him, but would then flirt with his female fans in the same breath. He always claimed it was because they were his fans and they loved to feel like he was reachable, but that was never a justification for you.
For some reason, that you didn't pay attention to, a little fight between the two sides broke out, and Thanos thought this was the best time to drag you away from all that and talk with you. You saw him stand up and approach you, to which you already shook your head, but when he grabbed your arm and just took you with him, you couldn't do much. "Why would you do that?" he asked you, his eyes staring into yours. "What? What did I do now? Can't you just leave me alone?" You crossed your arms in front if your chest and just looked down at your feet, because, if you were being honest with yourself, when your ex boyfriend looked at you like that.. it kind of did something to you. Perhaps regret your decision.
"Baby, seriously?"
"Don't fucking call me that."
"Come on, I know you love it, princess.."
"Get to the point."
You were annoyed, agitated, but somehow still wanted to hear what he had to say. Thanos huffed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why did you vote like that? If we play just two more games, we could pay off our debts and maybe.. try again?" He grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you a little so you'd look up at him again. When that didn't work, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you close, but that was your breaking point. Forcefully, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and started walking back to your group again: "Don't even start with that. You ruined my life."
In a twisted way, you felt bad. His proposal almost, almost, made you give in. It was just nice to see a familiar face and hear a familiar voice in this environment, it brought you comfort to know that there was someone you shared so many special memories with that you could turn to. And, you would, just if it wasn't Choi Su-bong. "Is everything okay? Was he giving you trouble?" Jung-bae asked, looking like he was ready to fight him. Actually, he was probably ready to fight everyone who voted 'O'. "No.. no, I'm okay." Without another word you sat back down next to Dae-ho, picking away at your fingernails.
"Who is he?"
"What?"
"That guy.. who is he?"
"To me? My ex boyfriend."
The man let out an 'aha', just nodding along. When he looked at Thanos and then back to you, he couldn't really believe it â That purple-haired guy was almost the complete opposite of you. You were pretty, seemed to be kind and gentle and Thanos was just kind of.. Dae-ho would say you're way out of his league. "If he's bothering you, just tell me, okay? I'll take care of it." You looked at the former marine, giving him a smile when noticing that he was serious about that. You thanked him quickly and looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.
After surviving the second game together, Dae-ho and you have gotten closer incredibly fast. He was mesmerized by you, to say the least, and you appreciated that you had someone to rely on at all times. That still didn't stop Thanos from perusing you, though, it actually was the complete opposite. A few minutes before lights out he tried to talk to you again, following you to your bed, which was right behind Dae-ho's. The two of you slept head to head together, only a metal bar separating the beds.
"Please.. just listen to me! I miss you.. I swear, I'll vote 'X' the next time!" Thanos' annoying voice rang through your ears and no matter how often you told him to leave you alone, he didn't want to understand it. At some point he got annoyed and just walked off himself, sighing and planning to try again next day. With a quiet groan, you let your head fall back against your pillow, Dae-ho watching you the whole time from his side. He felt like it wasn't his place to continue to ask you about the situation when you didn't bring it up yourself, but he was still curios as to why you'd ever be with that guy.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to say something to him next time?"
"No.. It's fine, I can handle it. It's just- complicated, that's all." You were tired, your mind was reeling â People dying was stressful enough and now you had to handle your immature and manipulative ex boyfriend as well. "You don't have to answer this but," Dae-ho tucked some of his hair behind his ears, sitting up so he could properly look at you, "why did you date him? You're too good for him." His little comment made you chuckle, even though he was right and it probably wasn't all that funny. "I don't know.. to be honest, at that time I just felt like I didn't deserve any better."
Dae-ho was appalled by your words, his face scrunching up. How could you even talk about yourself like that? "You do deserve better. You deserve the world." His tone wasn't angry, but definitely a lot firmer than before, showing you that he actually meant what he said. "What?" you asked him, also slowly sitting up now. "I'm serious, you're kind and smart and deserve a better life, a better boyfriend." His words made your heart beat a little faster.
"He doesn't deserve you. I would treat you be-" As soon as Dae-ho noticed what he just said himself, he immediately stopped talking, looking at you with wide eyes. "You would treat me better?" Your voice was laced with amusement, maybe teasing him a little now. That question made him stutter a quiet 'Yeah..' and it was clear how taken aback Dae-ho was from his own words. He didn't want you to know, at least not now. He knew this wasn't an ideal place to develop a crush on a girl he could lose in an instant, but he couldn't control his feelings now, could he?
"A lot better even."
"Then show me.."
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Rough Me Up | P.JS
ăpairingă : bf!jay x fem!reader ăword countă : 4.2k
ăsynopsisă : you and jay have been together for a few years and you couldn't be happier, but there's was something about your sex life that was just too plain. too vanilla. you wanted something more, but you were scared to ask so you rant to your best friend, only this is..... jay heard everything and he plans on giving you everything you want and more.
ăgenreă : smut, tinge of fluff
ăwarningsă : MINORS NOT INTERACT!!, cussing, mentions of porn, making out, degration, praising, petnames (princess, baby, love, slut, good girl...), choking, breath play, begging, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, fingering, manhandling, dom!jay x sub!reader, slight teasing, cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cream pie, hair pulling, spitting, bulge kink, breeding kink, lmk if I missed anything!
ănotesă : I would like to wish a very beautiful girl a very happy birthday! happy birthday nessa (aka @heeslomll) I hope you've had an amazing day and that you enjoy this fic I pulled together as a present! I love you sm and can't wait to hear what you think đ€
âYou donât get it Nia,â You pinched the bridge of your nose, eyes closed as you paced the ground by the end of you and Jayâs shared bed, âyou and Jungwon actually have an interesting sex life.â you could recall the times that she had called gushing about all of the new things that they would try, whether you really wanted to know or not.
âThen talk to him girl, it wouldnât hurt and hey maybe heâs just been scared you wouldnât be into it.â Nia shrugged from the other side of the phone, she had heard this conversation from you countless times. Even more here as of late because you had just got off your period and were going insane because of ovulation.
You groaned once more, âwhat am I supposed to tell him? âHey Jay Iâm tired of the boring shit you should tie me up and fuck me till I pass outâ or maybe âI want you to pull my hair and spit in my mouthâ.âÂ
Nia burst out laughing on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes as you walked over to the window. The thoughts of Jay doing all of those things to you were making you all hot and bothered, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure.
âGirl, how much porn have you been watching?â She asked between laughter, âjust ask him if he would consider it, you know how much he cares about you y/n.âÂ
You sigh, shaking your head. You knew she was right, that all you had to do was talk to Jay about it, but you couldnât help but feel embarrassed by it. What if he thought that you didnât enjoy the sex that you did have? Or what if he thought you were weird for being into the more kinkier side of things?
Clearing your throat you just decided that you would just keep your mouth shut, too embarrassed. Biting at your bottom lip you just told Nia that you would call her later and she sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.
Your whole body felt warm, needing to fill your veins, but Jay was downstairs cooking dinner so you werenât going to bother him. Trying to shake the feeling off a bit so you could take a shower to maybe cool off, you turned only for your breath to hitch in your throat.
Jay stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Your heart started to race, heat creeping up your neck, praying that he had just gotten there and didnât hear a word of your conversation. Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you tried your best to keep his intense eye contact.
âH-Hey baby,â You cured yourself for stuttering, instantly giving yourself away. âIs dinner done?â You tried to keep your voice steady as you watched him push off of the door frame, walking towards you.
All of the hairs on your body stood up as Jay made his way closer, his eyes bore into you like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Swallowing thickly you started to back away with every step that he made towards you.
Your heart was beating loud enough that you were sure that he could hear it and your face felt so warm that you started to wonder how you hadnât passed out yet.
âJay?â You called out his name as your back came into contact with the wall, stopping your movements. âWhat are you-â
âYou knowâŠâ He cut your words short as he closed the space between you, hand pressed against the wall next to your head taking in the panic in your eyes. Your heart nearly stopped when he leaned down until his lips were right next to your ear, âI never thought my sweet little princess was such a nasty slut.â
Your eyes went wide as he backed away to meet your eyes once more, he had heard the conversation. So many things started to spiral in your head, did he really think that? Had you grossed him out?Â
All of those thoughts came to a screeching halt when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up until his lips were merely inches away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed waiting for him to close the space between you. However, he doesn't instead he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, prompting you to open your eyes.
âIs that something you really want, princess?â He asked, eyes searching yours as you looked up at him. Not having the courage to speak the words you went with nodding your head softly, but Jay just shook his, âIâmma need to hear you say it love.â His voice dropped an octave making your knees weak.
Swallowing thickly, âyes, I want this Jay. Please.â your voice was merely a whisper, but the male had heard it nonetheless.Â
âGood girl.â Jayâs voice was like honey, coxing you into a trance. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as he closed the gap between the both of you, stealing the air from your lungs. His lips were soft against yours, moving slowly as his hand moved from your chin to encase your throat causing a small squeak to leave you lips, but it was quickly swallowed by his lips.
âJay.â You whined as he pulled his lips away from yours trailing down your jaw, nipping at the skin. The hand around your throat moved away allowing him to leave wet, hot kisses along your jugular.Â
You could feel your panties growing wetter and wetter by the second as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your hips before trailing down to your thighs.Before you could even process it Jay lifted you off of your feet, hoisting you up his hip. In seconds Jayâs lips were back on yours as he walked towards the bed, laying you down on the soft mattress. Small whines fell from your lips as his hands wandered from your inner thigh to your core, pressing down enough to elicit an actual moan from your lungs.
Jay pulled away from you so he could take in your dazed eyes, your kiss swollen lips and how your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He had been holding back for so long, thinking that you wouldnât like how rough he could be, but seeing how desperately you had wanted it when you were on the phone with your friend. It was driving him crazy thinking about how much he could ruin you.
His eyes followed your hands as you reached for the hem of his shirt, but he was quick to grab your wrists, holding them in place.
âHereâs the deal baby,â He looked down at you with a lust filled gaze causing you to bite your lip, âif you want this, weâre doing things my way, meaningâŠâ Dropping your hands he grabbed your thighs pulling your lower body flush against his and a gasp escaped from your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed core. âYou just be a good girl and listen.â
You nodded quickly, the need to have him touch you growing way too strong to care. Jay smirked knowing that you were already losing yourself, making his job a bit easier. Biting his lip he leaned back over you, pressing his bulge against you, watching your eyes roll slightly.Â
His hands moved to the hem of your shorts, fingers looping around the band to pull them down. Your whole body was tingling with excitement, you werenât sure what to expect but you were going to take anything and everything that he has to offer you.
âJay, please.â You whined, lifting your hips slightly, your body shivering when you felt him against you.
Chuckling, Jay made quick work of your sleep shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare. Once the articles of clothing were discarded elsewhere in the room, he moved down until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt. Your heated gaze followed after him, watching in anticipation.
âOh youâre dripping baby,â He teased as he spread your folds, taking in the way your hole clenched around nothing. A gasp fell from your lips when buried his face in your cunt, nose bumping your clit as he inhaled your scent. âFuck princess, you smell so sweet.â
Your thighs already started to tremble when he licked a stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when he started to devour your pussy like it was his last meal.
âFuck Jay!â You cried out, your hand flying to his head, finger gripping on his hair. You back arched off of the bed, pushing your hips further into his face causing him to groan. Jay was quick to press his hand flat down on your stomach, keeping you in place.
Choked moans fall from your lips as your head falls back, fingers gripping Jayâs hair tightly. The pain only spurred Jay on further.
Sparks flew across your vision as he moved down to your slit, tongue moving along your velvet walls while his nose rubbed your clit in ways that left you seeing stars. Your orgasm was right on the tip of your tongue and your legs shook on either side of his head.
âF-Fuck! Jay!â You cried out as your body started to spasm, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he moves back up to your clit, sucking on it harshly. âJay, âs too much.â Whimpers fall from your lips as he keeps up his pace throwing your body into overstimulation.
âYou can take it baby,â He pulled away, allowing your vision to focus for a moment, until his fingers started to trace your entrance. âThis is what you wanted after all.â Then he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your soaping cunt with little to no resistance. Your back started to arch once more, but his hand on your stomach pressed down firmly causing you to whine.
âJ-Jay⊠fuck!â You moaned out as the pace of his fingers picked up, rubbing one picurlier spot which left you lying there breathless. âJay, shit please.âÂ
Jay didnât say a word as he latched his lips back to your clit, completely losing himself in the taste of you.
Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as your mouth gaped open, your head falling back. Stars danced across your vision, your whole body shaking underneath Jayâs hold. The pace of his fingers was relentless as he easily found the spongy spot inside your pussy, making you cry out his name. Your whole body tingled as all of your senses became overwhelmed, thighs trembling, threatening to close. Noticing this, Jay took his hand from your stomach to grip one of your thighs tightly.
You werenât able to give him a warning as you came around his fingers, as he continued to suck on your clit in time with his fingers. Feeling you squeeze around his fingers as you cried out his name left Jay groaning against you.
âFuck baby, you came so much.â He cooed at you as his fingers continued to work into your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm until you shook tremendously.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall as he rubs your sweet spot once more. Your hand falls from his hair to grab at his wrist, hoping to pull his hand away from your sensitive pussy.
âCome on, princess, give me one more.â He smirked as he kissed his way up your tummy, moving your shirt out of the way. You whined when his thumb made contact with your clit, your head falling back, allowing Jay to latch his lips to the soft skin of your neck.
âJay, I canât, please.â You whimpered as you clenched around his fingers once more, your orgasm right on the horizon, but Jay just sped his fingers up more, causing a choked moan to fall from your lips.
âTake it like a good girl, and stop whining.â He growled against your skin, making your head spin at the tone. Moving away from your neck, he hovered over you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face with a smug smirk. âYou are a good girl, right?â He asked, watching in amusement when you shook your head vigorously, biting your bottom lip.
After a few more strokes of his fingers, you came undone around Jayâs fingers for the second time, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as silent screams fall from your lips. Jayâs fingers move along your silky walls, helping you ride out your orgasm.
Your chest heaved as Jay pulled his drenched digits from your core, bringing them up to tap on your bottom lip, looking at you expectantly. You looked at him with dazed, wide eyes.
âGo on, clean my fingers; this is your mess, after all.â He raised an eyebrow, tapping your lips once more, prompting you to open them. He watched with a smirk as you allowed him to stick his soaked fingers into your mouth.
Wrapping your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around his digits. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the taste of your own release. Jay bit back a groan, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.
Once he deemed his fingers clean enough, he pulled them from your mouth, watching the string of saliva grow thin until it snapped. You breathed deeply as he moved away from your body, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants.
Your eyes stayed trained on his body as he pulled his shirt over his head, allowing you to ogle at his toned stomach. Feeling your eyes on him, Jay looks over at you, meeting your eyes and sending you a wink. Heat crept up your neck as you kept his eye contact.
After Jay had discarded all of his clothing, letting his hard cock spring free, beads of precum decorating the tip. Your thighs clenched together at the sigh, mouth-watering, wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and let him use your throat until he was content. However, Jay had a different plan, leaving that idea for the next time.
Jay made his way back to the bed, sitting down where his back was pressed against the headboard. You sat up on shaky arms, watching and waiting for his instructions, not wanting to do anything against his command.
âCome here, princess.â He motioned you forward and you did as told, moving towards him on shaky legs.
His hands grab your hips as you straddle his waist, your heart hammering in your chest as the need starts to creep up your spine once more. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other went down to his dick, starting to line it up with your entrance. Jay couldnât help but chuckle at how desperate you were to have him in you.
However, his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you from sinking down onto him fully. A whine tore through your throat as you looked at him with teary eyes. You tried to wiggle your hips as you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, but not quite going in.
âMmm, what do good girls do?â He asked, leaning forward to press hot kisses along your collarbone. You whined, fingers digging into his forearms as you fought against his grip, just wanting to sink down onto him. Noticing that you werenât going to do as he said, he pulled away, a hard gaze fixed on his features. âDonât make me ask again.â Jayâs voice was cold, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
A whine fell from your lips as you met his heated gaze. The tears that pooled at your waterline broke free. Frustration bubbled in your chest, biting on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to talk back and tell him to just let you ride him, but you had a feeling that doing so would just result in the opposite. Then it clicked in your brain: This could be what gets you what you want.
âJust fuck me, Jay.â You sassed with a roll of your eyes and it was then that something switched in Jayâs mind. Something clouds his mind as he flips the two of you around until you are lying on your back, staring at him with wide eyes.
You opened your mouth to say something, but only a small squeak came out as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, staring up at him, body wiggling underneath him in anticipation.
âWhat happened to my good girl?â Jay asked the corner of his lip twitching and his eyes growing dark.Â
You couldnât help the smirk that started to spread on your lips. You were not entirely sure what was coming over you, but the insatiable need to act out was stronger than ever. The expression, however, only annoyed Jay further, though your next words finally pushed him over the edge.
âThe good girl is gone, Jjong, fuck me like the slut that I am.â Your voice was sweet like honey as you stared up at him with doe eyes.
âSo you wanna be treated like a slut?â He chuckled darkly, causing more heat to pool in the pit of your stomach, âthen Iâll treat you like a slut.âÂ
He then slid inside your wet heat in one go, causing your jaw to go slack, eyes rolling back. Broken moans fall through your lips as his pace picks up, not giving you a moment to adjust. His hold on your throat tightens as he fucks into you, dark spots clouding your vision.
âWho knew you were such a dirty girl?â Jay chuckled, hips snapping into yours, hitting all of the right spots deep inside of your cunt.Â
His hold on your throat tightens until you are left with very little oxygen supply, making your brain go hazy. Jay watched smugly as your mouth opened, gasping as he positioned his cock into your cunt. It wasnât until your nails were digging into his wrist, gasping for breath and walls clenching around him tightly, that he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.
âFuck baby, youâre squeezing me so tight.â Jay groaned, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you in place. As you started to squirm, the sensitivity started to get to you. He watched as your mouth dropped open once more, and a thought flooded into his mind.
Leaning down, âStick your tongue out, princess.â His voice was husky as he bit back a groan from how tight you were squeezing him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. You whined as he brushed over your sweet spot, pulling more tears from your eyes. Moving his hand from your neck, he grabs your cheeks, smooshing them together, making your eyes focus on him. âStick your tongue out,â Jay repeated himself with a growl and this time you did as told, letting your tongue loll out.Â
Jay gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before spitting into your mouth, watching as it slid down your tongue, which only made him ten times harder. When you closed your mouth to swallow without him telling you to do so, he groaned.Â
âJay!â You screamed his name as he slammed into you roughly, inching you closer to your orgasm, black dots clouding your vision.Â
âAre you close already, baby?â He cooed mockingly as he removed his hand from your face to place it back on your throat, squeezing until a choked moan came from your lips. His other hand then moves down to circle your clit, eliciting a breathless cry from your lungs.
With a few more tweaks of his fingers on your little bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. Your back arched off of the bed, a strangled cry falling from your lips as your walls started to flutter around Jayâs cock. Jay groaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, relishing in the lewd sounds that came from your spasming cunt.
âFuck princess,â He chuckled but was cut off as you squeezed him rather tightly, nearly knocking him over the edge as well, but he wasnât quite ready yet. So he slowed his movements until he was completely still, allowing you to breathe for just a moment.
âJ-JayâŠâ You whined when he pulled out of your abused pussy, but you couldnât help but feel empty and want nothing more than to have him stuff you full once more.
Just as you were about to open your mouth to beg him to fuck you full of his cum, he let go of your throat and flipped your body around until you were lying on your stomach. A gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your hips to pull you up, laying on your knees and forearms.
âWeâre not done yet, still gotta stuff my little slut full of my cum.â He teased your entrance with his tip once more, listening to your whines, âStuff you so full youâll be lucky I donât get you pregnant.â
A choked gasp fell from your lips as he slid into once more, your cum and slick, making it far too easy to do so. Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making your whole body tremble from the oversensitivity.
âYou would like that thought, wouldnât you?â Jay teased, hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to fuck into you, âYouâd look so fucking hot carrying my baby.â He groaned, just thinking about how swollen your belly would get or how big your breasts would grow; the thought nearly made him bust then and there.
âPlease,â You cry out, face muffled by the pillows as your tears stained the fabric under you. Your brain turns into mush as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, making stars dance across your vision.
However, Jay didnât like how quiet you had gotten, wanting to hear every little sound you made. So he removed one hand from your hip to trail up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he got to your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair before tugging upward, lifting your body and causing a loud whine to slip from your lips.
âJ-Jay, âs too much. I canât-'' You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes. Your body felt overwhelmingly warm as another orgasm crept up your spine, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.
âYou can, baby, I know you can.â Jayâs voice turned soft, making your mind reel as your head fell back onto his shoulder while his hands fell back to your hips.Â
Your vision was going hazy as you wrapped your hands around his forearm, trying to ground yourself. However, when Jay pressed down on the bulge in your lower tummy, that little band snapped, and you came all over his cock once more, silent cries falling from your lips as you went lightheaded.
âThatâs my good girl; you did so good for me.â Jay cooed against your head, hand moving up to your sternum to hold you close to his body as his own orgasm hit, spilling deep into your womb. His thrust slowed until they came to a full stop inside, plugging his seed in your still tight hole.
Jay pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, waiting until your breathing evened out and you opened your eyes. Once your eyes were open, he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of your cheek.
âLetâs get cleaned up so we can eat dinner.â He whispered softly, trailing kisses along your jaw. You inhaled deeply, trying to focus your vision before nodding, allowing him to take care of you like he normally does.
~
After you both cleaned up and ate dinner, you were sitting on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket, watching whatever movie you had agreed on. You lay against his chest, playing with his fingers that were wrapped around your waist.
âPrincess,â His voice jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hummed, looking up at him. âDonât ever be scared to talk to me about stuff like that, okay?â He told you, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you further into him. âI want to make it enjoyable for both of us.â
You felt your chest tighten at the guilty look on his face. Turning around, you sat on your knees in front of him, cupping his face in your hands.
âI will. I promise, my love, and donât feel guilty, please.â You pouted slightly before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Jay chuckled against your lips before closing the gap and sealing your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss.
The two of you then parted, and you laid on his chest, relishing in his warmth. Jay wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention back to the TV. Not quite tired yet, but once you fell asleep, he turned everything off and carried you to bed.
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Hi!! Iâve been reading a few of your works and I love your writing sm!! Iâve never done a request to a writer before, so I hope Iâm not too vague or ambiguous (but Iâm thinking what Iâm about to ask could be TOO specific đ), but I wanted to request an NSFW writing of Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) as a sub (and if you can, could you add a thing or two about edging him and/or overstimming him?). Personally, Iâd preferably have them written as headcanons BUT whatever works best for you is most important, so I wonât mind whatever you decide to do :)
And if youâre uncomfortable with the request, ofc feel free to ignore! I appreciate it in advance if you do decide to write it, and I do hope you have a lovely day â€ïžâ€ïž
you wonât ever catch me turning down a thanos request, not while i live and breathe đđ
TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS BTW!! hopefully i did your vision justice :>
Submissive Headcanons! (Thanos/Choi Su-Bong/Player 230)
warning: smut and all things of the like (if youâre not used to seeing this warning on my page idk what to tell you) | not proofread | lowercase intended | sub!thanos | overstimulation | edging | begging | mommy kink if you squint | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own
character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)
A/N: we as a squid game society need more sub!thanos content, iâm happy to contribute my fair share. idk if this is ooc or not, because honestly i can see this guy being a total switch, but do with that what you will! enjoy :3 (lowkey running out of gifs for these stinkabutts) PS this may not be a read for you if mommy kink stuff makes you uncomfortable! i have many other thanos works that donât contain that bc i know its not everyoneâs cup of tea, i just thought it fit for these specific headcanons
MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised
â ââââżâż àŒș â° àŒ» âżâżâââ
†thanos did not strike you as the submissive type, the absolute 180 that his personality made from the public eye to the bedroom was so drastic you could have gotten whiplash
†he will for sure be on his knees for you, both literally and figuratively. this man will do anything you ask of him, just as long as it means he gets to please you.
†heâs definitely the type to beg. heâll give you the puppy dog eyes and go the whole nine yards if you agree to let him between your legs
†makes the most whorish sounds when you fuck him, especially when you praise him, even if its the smallest thing. even if you say something as simple as âright there, fuck yeahâ heâll be all over that shit, thanking you for letting him please you like that
†speaking of his moans, he gets quite high pitched when you guys get into it. iâm not talking anything crazy, just a lot higher than what you could have been expecting.
†some of the things you may expect thanos to say while you guys fuck can include:
âoh god, please keep fucking my cock, just like thatâ
âam i making you feel good, mommy? yeah?â
will straight up just call you mommy through his whimpers and whines if heâs too far gone
†goes crazy when you give him hickeys or bite his neck at any point that you can, whether it be before you guys have even stripped, as your jerking him off or while your actively grinding on his dick, he canât get enough of it
†cries during rough sex, no further questions
†needs you to be touching him at all points of the sexual journey, loves when you rest your hands on his shoulders/chest as you ride him
†likes getting whipped THAT DAMN WIND AGAINâ
†goes ballistic when you pull his hair, the slutty sounds really show up then
†acts like he doesnât like being edged, but heâs a sucker for it.
âfuck pleaseâŠmommy just let me cum, oh fuckâ
âiâll do anything, i just need it so bad, i wanâ it p-leaseâ
†loves when you restrain him, it can be with anything. handcuffs, rope, your own two hands, ANYTHING
†choke him when heâs close, better yet, choke him while you edge him.
†he will cry when being overstimulated (trust you guys have a safeword set in place for overstimulating, as can be said for any other experimenting)
†loves physical touch during aftercare, it doesnât have to be straight up cuddling, but just you touching/caressing him in any way at all
ââââżâż àŒș â° àŒ» âżâżâââ
thanks so much for reading! as per usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested!
have a fantastic night/day lovelies đ
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I love your idea of Nerdy!Rafe! Could I pretty please ask for a request? Kind of makes me think of Andrew Garfield as Peter. Kind of that vibe of ââfirst loveââ cuteness and wholesomeness you experience, Rafeâs had a crush on her from a distance. Maybe Reader is not the most outgoing and introverted, maybe she does photography for the school sport teams. They get paired up for a project, and there is lingering tension and he is super nervous, and she catches him staring in awe at her several times. Perhaps as the class wraps up, they walk out together. Sarah is outside to give him her keys or something, and she sells him out by spilling ââOh this is the girl you are always looking at, at your computer đ ââ leaving them and he gets super embarrassed/shy
- PAIRS OF TWO
a/n: I adore this sm
warnings: heâs nervous ash, and lowkey a bit of a stalker but itâs okay..
Rafe Cameron had always felt like heâd never find love.
His whole life, heâs had girlfriends come and go, his self esteem getting crushed each time it happened. Not even Ward, his own father, seemed to like him. He favored Sarah over him each time, no matter how good his grades were or how prestigious the college he went to was.
Now, Rafe felt even more pathetic as he stared at you from afar, almost stuck in a dream-like trance. The words the professor spoke went in to one ear and out the other, itâs not like he didnât already know this.
He was snapped out of his daze when his professor unexpectedly called on him, everyone turning to him.
Right⊠the worst part about being the professors top student, was that she knew his name off the top of her head. Your eyes were on him, catching him just as he looked away from you. His cheeks turned a shade of pink, looking at the board and thinking of an answer in his head.
Fucking Econ. Itâs not like he wanted to even be working for a business degree, but whatever his father wanted, he got.
âUhmâŠâ he began to explain the answer, his voice rather quiet. He adjusted his glasses when he was done answering, looking up at the teacher.
She nodded with a smile, âCorrect. Thank you, Rafe.â
He looked back to you, to find you looking at the teacher again, a distant look in your eyes while you scribbled down some notes.
He found himself looking at the camera that was hung around your neck. He found himself wondering what you would be doing after this, knowing you, probably taking pictures for their football team at the game later. Or maybe even-
He found himself drifting off in his thoughts again, that he didnât even notice the way you glanced back at him, noticing his staring, before turning around.
âNow, for the project, Iâve already assigned you guys into random pairs of two,â
This got his attention now. He turned to the teacher now, intrigued. He looked at the long list of names on the teachers screen, narrowing his eyes.
No way.
Group 6, Y/N L/N and Rafe Cameron.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
He looked at you and you looked back at him, you offering him a small smile.
âI donât wanna hear shit about how you donât like your partners or whatever- deal with it. And I suggest that you get to know them over the weekend, because youâll be working with them a lot on this project. Class dismissed.â She spoke, everyone gathering their things, him practically rushing to.
He shoved everything into his backpack, glancing up at you to see you already walking away.
His hopes diminished, a small part of him hoping that he would get to talk to you. Itâs okay, he thought, youâd get to talk to her next week.
Wait, the game. You always were at them, taking photos for the team.
Meanwhile, you were walking to your dorm, a small smile on your face, looking down at the camera you had around your neck.
Rafe didnât know a single thing about football. If anyone asked him for the name of a single player, he would not be able to come up with an answer.
Sports was never his thing, he did baseball when he was young, sure, wrestling was always his dadâs favorite sport, but he could not seem to get into it at all.
His roommate couldnât even believe it when he heard it.
âNo fucking way! Rafe Cameron is going to a football game?â
âYeahâŠâ he mumbled, rolling his eyes when he chuckled in his face out of disbelief.
âWait, I bet this is about that one girl.â He said in a sing-song voice, teasing the boy. Rafe shoved him, his cheeks turning beet red out of embarrassment. He couldnât be more right.
âIt is!â He laughed. âI knew it. Hey, donât worry, Iâll go with you.â
That was not what he wanted, but it seemed like he didnât have a choice in the matter.
You were on the field when he got there, his roommate sitting next to him.
He looked entirely out of place, his light blue shirt, his khakis and his glasses sticking out in the crowd like a sore thumb. Maybe he should have worn school color.
His eyes were not set on the game like everyoneâs elseâs were, no, his eyes were set on you. The entire time, he watched you snap photos of the team, as well as some of the crowd. When you turned around to look into the crowd, he found the corners of his lips subconsciously curling up into a smile.
On Monday, the professor gave directions for you all to sit with your partners.
He had been working himself up for this exact moment for what felt like months, as well as giving himself a little pep talk in the mirror that his roommate unfortunately heard.
You sat next to him, turning to him with a small smile before facing forward again, listening to the teacher ramble on.
Finally, after minutes of explaining where to find everything, she stopped talking. Rafe pulled open his computer, you opening yours up as well.
âIâm Rafe, by the way.â He spoke, turning to look at you, his hands nervously fidgeting in his lap. Really? Thatâs the best I could do? He thought to himself.
He was cute, you thought.
âY/n. Itâs nice to meet you, Rafe.â You gave him that sweet smile, him returning a smile.
His name sounded heavenly coming from your mouth, and he thinks heâd remember it for the rest of his life.
âSo, uhm⊠whatâs your major?â You asked him, just for small conversation.
âBusiness. What about- what about you?â He replied.
âMarketing and design. But⊠I really wanna become a photographer. Marketing and designs supposed to be a good major for that.â You nodded.
âThatâs- thatâs really nice⊠I just- you know, Iâm probably gonna have to take over my dadâs company one day, so⊠not as interesting.â He said with a nervous chuckle, his hands grabbing the nape of his neck now.
âNo, no, thatâs nice. Thatâs⊠cool. What does-what does he do?â
âHeâs uhm- you know, like- like real estate development⊠kinda boring, but..â He shrugged his shoulders, you smiling.
âI think itâs cool.â
âUhm- yeah- yeah, thank you.â He laughed, oh god, his palms were so sweaty, his cheeks were so warm and his leg was nervously bouncing up and down. Fuck, he was a mess.
You turned back to you computer, clicking on the app. âUhm⊠so I was thinking-â
You were so smart too, he realized when you both started the project. It was like you couldnât get more perfect.
After an hour, it was time to leave, much to his annoyance. You stood up, and he expected you to leave for a moment, but instead, you did something heâs only dreamed of.
You waited for him. Holy shit. He packed his stuff up quicker, standing next to you, the both of you beginning to walk out the door.
âYouâre uhmâŠâ he began, you turning to him now with your head tilted to the side. âYouâre really smart.â
You laughed, âThanks.â
âNo- I- I mean it.â
âYou are too. More smart than me.â You told him, and he was going to reply when he spotted a familiar face.
âHey, Rafe.â Sarah stopped him, holding out a key for him. You stopped in your tracks as well, standing next to him.
âHi.â He murmured, you looking between the two with confusion in your eyes.
âDad told me to drop this off to you. Said something about coming home this weekend.â
He sighed, taking the keys from her hands. He expected her to leave, but instead, she looked to you.
âOh! Is this the girl youâre always looking at on your computer?â She held out her hand for you to shake, which you did, with a rather confused look on your face.
âW-Sarah!â He groaned in annoyance. You quirked an eyebrow, she raised her hands in self defense.
âSee you.â She spoke, walking away, leaving the two of you.
He couldnât even look at you, glancing down at his feet, you looking at him with pure confusion on your face.
âYou know- I- I dont even know what sheâs talking about. Sheâs like- yeah, no, sheâs... crazy. You know..? Iâm just gonna⊠go-â
âWait, Rafe-â you grabbed his wrist when he began to walk away, your touch almost causing his soul to fly out of his skin. He looked back with wide eyes, you pulling out your phone.
âUhm⊠can I get your number? Just so we can, like, make plans and stuffâŠâ you quickly explained, âYou know⊠finish the project.â
He had to be dreaming.
He nodded, grabbing your phone and putting his number in. âCourse. Iâll uh⊠Iâll⊠see you around?â
âSee you, Rafe.â You gave him a small smile and wave, walking the opposite way.
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Hii!! I love your writing sm so can i request a reader x thanos and nam-gyu (but mostly nam-gyu hehe) where they are like really close friends like before the games, they always used to hang out at eachothers apartments, smoked weed and all that shit. And when reader went to the games without telling anyone and she saw nam-gyu and thanos and they got really mad at reader for not telling them where she was going (even tho they did the same) but then became like rlly protective over reader throughout the games.
(Iâm so sorry if it doesnât make sense, iâm really bad with english but i tried my best đ)
What's Better Than One Boyfriend?! TWO Boyfriends!!!
FIRST OF ALLL THANK YOU FOR MY VERY FIRST REQUEST?! OUUU this is so fun?!!! I read smoke weed with Thanos AND Nam-gyu and was IN!! I made definitely it pretty much straight up Nam-gyu x reader x Thanos, def more centered to Nam-gyu though! I just got too excited đ© so you got your two boyfriends malewives I hope you like it đ«¶đ©đ©đ«¶
Warnings: 18+ drug usage, weed smoking, some mildly spicy parts, two boyfriends!!, all yall are in debt, proof read but prolly got spelling errors, in a universe where thanos and nam-gyu are besties before the squid games, probably ooc thanos and nam-gyu, i cant think of anything else.
Youâre not sure exactly what your relationship with the two of them was. You never cared to ask. But fuck was it so nice.
You suppose you could say you were dating Nam-gyu, youâve known him for a while, hanging around the same group of people, eventually ending up becoming friends with benefits- then more. Youâve gone out on dates, done many things that have exceeded the âfriends with benefitsâ label but have never gone to call it anything. And you knew neither of you were seeing anyone elseâŠ
Well no one else besides Choi Su-bong, or Thanos as he prefers to be called. He came into the picture shortly after you and Nam-gyu have been seeing each other. The best friends they were, they had to just share something as sweet as you.
It was odd. In a good way. You never thought youâd find yourself in this situation. And you didnât mind it one bit.
They were like your two boyfriends. Though Nam-gyu makes it very obvious you were with him first and he was being gracious to share you with Thanos. The wild purple haired rapper would happily agree, finding this a more than favorable situation. It was the one thing Nam-gyu knew he had over Thanos.
They were strangely, overprotective, spoil you (in more ways than one), and after a night of partying or promoting that sleazy club- they always returned to your apartment.
Always returned to you. Always found themselves in your bed- sandwiching you between them as they pass the blunt back and forth over you- taking turns to shotgunning the smoke into your mouth. Hands gripping your jaw or throat to guide your face back and forth between their kisses.
And you loved it.
When they would practically bust down your apartment door in a pill induced haze, four hands fighting with the key you gave them to unlock it- it wasnât going well considering they were both tripping in ways you never cared to imagine. Both of the needing to get their hands on you, to feel you- youâd meet them at the door, pulling it open to be bombarded by their groping hands and excited kisses.
And after multiple hours, and multiple rounds in positions youâve only dreamed of- you always found yourself entangled in a sweaty mess of limbs passing the blunt over to the two of them as they came down from their highs.
âAlways so good fâus.â Thanos mumbled from his spot lying on your stomach, arm splayed over your torso, keeping you pinned to the bed, placing light kisses over the bruises Nam-gyu left on your skin.
âI know⊠isnât she just perfect⊠nâ sheâs all oursâ Nam-gyu would respond, placing opening mouth kisses along your neck, one of his hands placed over your breast, just kneading the flesh as if it was his own personal stress ball. They often talked like that- as if you werenât there, just gushing to each other about how much they adore you (or how well you take both of them).
When youâd have a hard day at work, telling both of them youâre not feeling up to hanging out, just wanting to go home alone and go to bed, they would pick the fucking lock on your apartment, breaking in to make themselves comfy on your bed.
When youâd come home exhausted- not even realizing the lock was picked because they locked it behind them- and walk across your living room, down a hallway and open up your bedroom door, head lifting from the floor seeing two people you didnïżœïżœïżœt expect to be there in your bed- Youâd scream, dropping your stuff.
Youâd gather yourself, seeing them both shirtless on your bed, both leaned over a rolling tray thatâs in between them, working to roll blunts.
Thanos is stopping to hit his vape as he places the ground up weed into the wrap, tattoos on full view. His hair is messy, but itâs not spiked up- instead itâs down in its natural state, a slight wave to the strands.
Nam-gyu even has his glasses on- something he knows you love and beg him to wear more. His hair tucked behind his ear as his ringed fingers work on his own blunt. When he wraps it, his tongue comes out of his mouth to lathe across the wrap of the blunt to seal it.
Itâs a beautiful sight. Truly. But did they have to scare the life out of you?!!
âWoahhh! Easy there beautiful!â Thanos would say, sitting up from his spot on your bed, hands thrown up in a mock defensive position. Theyâre both giggling, find your scream and reaction to them oh so enjoyable. âCalm down baby, sâjust us.â Nam-gyu would echo, holding out the finished blunt to you. âYou said you were havinâ a rough day. Figure we could make it a personal night.â He hums.
You let out a sigh, your heart still racing. You glare at them angrily, clutching your chest. But it doesnât stay long, you loosen up, shoulders dropping and nodding with a pout. A personal night is just what you need. On rare occasions you didnât share a blunt between the three of you, three blunts would be rolled- one for each of you.
You kick off your shoes and pull off your jeans before crawling on the bed. They move the rolling tray, and you plop down on the bed face first in between them. You inhale, the scent of both of them stuck on your sheets. Their hands immediately begin to run up and down your back and arms, feather light touches calming you down.
âYou guys suck for breaking in here.â Your words are muffled by the pillows of your bed. They both laugh, Nam-gyu leaning further down, hand moving up to brush your hair back. You turn your face to him, playfully glaring at him. He just scoffs at your attitude, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. Itâs soft and sweet, just what you needed after a long day.
âBut âs just what you needed, huh?â Thanos says, leaning over you to begin peppering kisses along the back of your shoulder and down your back. He moves back up, your head turning to look at him and nodding. âMhmâŠâ you mumble out in a tired sound. He leans down, connecting his lips with yours- same as Nam-gyu, though his kiss is a bit more rough.
When he pulls away you flip yourself over onto your back a smile spreading across your lips as you look up to both of them looking over you, pupils already blown and eyes red. âOh you fucks!! You started without me!â
âSorry sweetheart, canât help itâŠwe had to sample the product before we came.â Nam-gyu says with a drugged out smile. You roll your eyes and playfully shove both them back while you sit up. âWhatever! Yâall are losers!! Now give me my blunt.â You tease, holding out your hand.
Thanos provides you with the blunt, placing a kiss on your knuckles as you retract your hand. You place the blunt to your lips, turning your head towards Nam-gyu who holds the lighter. He scoots closer, cupping his hand around the end of your blunt to shield your face, lighting the end.
They both sit back as they watch you take your first inhale. The smoke fills your lungs with a comforting heat, pouring out of your mouth in thick swirling trails. When you put the blunt back up to your mouth, taking a drag, the cherry lighting up in a vibrant red-orange, the both lean into you, each with a blunt hanging from their lips.
The ends of their blunts come into contact with yours, and as you continue to inhale- their blunts begin to spark and ignite. They pull back, inhaling their own fill of the weed they bought.
So there youâd be, in just a tank top and panties, both your doting male companions curled up on the bed on either side of you. Nam-guyâs head was laid on your right thigh while Thanos was laid on your left thigh.
With the hand thatâs not bringing the blunt to your mouth, youâd have it brushing through their hair. Youâd have to switch which hand youâre smoking with every so often as they would complain if youâd been neglecting them for too long (it would only ever be a couple minutes, they just canât get enough of your attention!)
Other nights you found yourselves up late into the night, each doing your own thing just simply enjoying the presence of one another.
There was one hot summer night, it was so hot you were only wearing a pair of shorts and a cut off shirt of Thanosâ that you borrowed. You had three fans going in your room yet it never seemed like enough.
You were partially propped up on your bed, resting on your elbows and the inside of your knees, your head at the food end of the bed, leaning over the edge to play with Nam-gyuâs hair while he sits on the floor.
Nam-gyu was sitting with his back to the foot of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him, his finger working rapidly against the joysticks of the controller that he held in his lap, his eyes trained on the video game his was playing. He wouldnât admit it but it was hard to focus with how nice your fingers felt playing with his hair. Nails lightly raking against his scalp as you brush the dark strands back and out of his face, fingertips brushing against his ears every so often causing goosebumps to erupt over his arms despite the hot temperatures of the room.
Thanos wasnât absent. He was situated behind you, back against a pile of pillows so he could sit farther up on the bed rather than against the head board. He scrolls lazily on his phone, his legs spread a little so you were situated nicely against him, your legs over his, your ass nestled nicely against his lap. He uses your ass as a shelf, propping his wrist up as he aimlessly taps through his apps. His other hand is under your shorts, just resting against the flesh of your ass, squeezing the flesh softly every once in a while- he really just loved to touch you.
Youâd stay like this for hours, sometimes Thanos would send you a video, your hands would depart from Nam-gyuâs hair for a moment to grab your phone and watch what he sent- laughing along with him at the video. When youâd put your phone down and turn back to Nam-gyu youâd see he had paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you with a frown.
It would only make you giggle, scooting forward a bit to lean over the bed to grab his face and place a kiss on his forehead, mumbling an âyouâre so needyâ before returning your hands to his hair- and he resumes the game.
And you wouldnât trade it for the world.
HoweverâŠ.
You knew running with them and the crowd you found yourself in even before you were entangled with them, it was never a safe option. Too often you heard them complaining about the debt they found themselves in- doing nothing to stop it and even making it worse with lavish parties and binges.
You yourself found yourself in hot waters, trying your best to both help them and keep yourself afloat. It wasnât easy, all three of you were in debt. You really, really cared for both of them, but neither of them were on the best path. You couldnât speak much better about yourself. Regardless, bills were unforgivable and work didnât pay well. If you had all the money in the world youâd pay everything off and build a house for the three of you in some far off secluded area away from the world that was out to get all of you.
So of course when a strange, well dressed man with a brief case offered you a large amount of money to play a childâs game in the subway late one night- you couldnât say no.
You played and played, losing more times than you can count. Repeating the same cycle of throwing the paper square, winning a few rounds before eventually having a hand collide with your cheek. And when he eventually called the game, even after your cheek is bruised and youâre begging to play again, he simply hands you brown paper card and bows- packing up his brief case with the colorful origami squares.
Before he leaves, he promises that more money, even more than you won with that game, will come if you call that number on the back of the card.
You sat in that subway for hours, missing your bus to just sit on the metal bench. In one hand you held the large sum of money you won- it would definitely help you but it wouldnât do anything to touch the amount of debt you were in.
You return home, thankful they were both passed out in your bed. You smile to yourself, looking to them in the bed. Theyâre both just in boxers, very obviously having fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed but had migrated towards each other, in a tangle of what you would call cuddling- but if you told them that what they were doing theyâd definitely deny it.
Itâs a sweet secret you keep to yourself. Your boys. It was just what you needed after coming home from what you just experienced. You silently shed your clothes, putting on one of Nam-gyuâs shirts, the fabric swallowing you.
You crawl into the bed, trying your best not to wake them. You settled into between them, they both stir- sleepy mumbles and acknowledgment of your presence coming out of their lips. Itâs like second nature to them as they curl around your form.
Nam-gyuâs arm falls around your torso, squeezing your waist. He settles his head right in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose along your flesh, placing a light kiss as he falls back asleep. Thanos is rested against your breast on the opposite side, arm resting on top of your stomach, right under Nam-gyuâs.
A smile spreads across your face, your eyes feeling heavy. You fall asleep quickly, the warmth of both their bodies enveloping you in a heavenly wave of comfort. The worry of debt could wait just a bit longerâŠ.
But eventually you called that number. You needed anything to help you keep yourself afloat. And after a very cryptic phone call with an automated voice, youâre given a pick up location and a date and time.
You enter into the limousine cautiously, were you really about to do this? The looming threat of eviction and debt that seems to keep rising pushes you forward. You take the handle into your shaky hands and open the black door. The interior is just as luxurious as the exterior.
You settle into the seat, body stiff and heart racing. When your eyes settle to in front of you. You see a golden piggy bank. You can hear your heart beat in your ears, your leg is bouncing anxiously. You canât even focus on what the pig thatâs seemingly a speaker is saying.
âAre you sure youâd like to continue?â The sentence brings you back out of your haze. You swallow thickly and nod. You curse to yourself, the fucking piggybank canât see you. âY-yes.â You croak out.
Itâs silent for a moment. Almost like the golden pig is contemplating your answer. Then thereâs a fog filling the car. Youâre panicked, eyes wide as you inhale the gas. What the fuck did you get yourself into?
Itâs not long before your eyes are heavy and whatever type of gas that was knocks you clean out.
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A loud tune playing on what sounds like over head speakers is causing you to groan and stir. Your eyes open but are soon shut back, blinded by the large florescent lights that line the ceiling of where ever you are. You groan, sitting up. You open your eyes again, squinting them and looking down to try and adjust to the light.
Youâre on a bed you see. Itâs high up. It looks over what seems like hundreds of other beds, hundreds of people beginning to wake up like you. You see theyâre all in matching track suits, all sporting different numbers. You furrow your eyebrows, confused. Your memory was foggy but you knew you were going to join some games for money- and this was not what you were expecting.
You look out over the room, itâs a large warehouse like area. Bricks and various drawings line the walls. You kneel, trying to get a better look. Up front thereâs a raised area, almost like a stage. There also seems to be only three doors in this large room. One large one behind the raised platform of the room and two smaller ones level with the ground on either side of the raised platform. None of them had handles.
Seriously, what the fuck did you get yourself into?!?!
You watch as people begin to file out of the beds, congregating in the center of the room, exchanging confused and uneasy glances at their new roommates. If you werenât so on edge you would have thought this was neat, like a social experiment of abnormal gatherings and you were the onlooking researcher. But you werenât the researcher, you were also one of the guinea pigs stuck in the experiment.
You stay put, figuring itâs best to stay back as the majority of people decent into the middle of the room. Your eyes dart around anxiously, trying to take in every last detail of the brick prison youâve woken up in.
Your attention is drawn back to the podium when the large door opens, multiple masked guards walk out, in pink tracksuits with shapes on their masks. This is so fucking weird. You thought to yourself. They begin to explain why you are all here- that you all called that same number.
You watch as someone calls out, angrily shouting about how they were drugged and basically kidnapped. You hear murmurs of âyeahââs fall out of other peopleâs mouths, agreeing with the stranger.
From the high bunk you found yourself on you, looked at the guards, standing stoically as the hundreds of individuals begin to angrily talk over each other. Yelling out to the guards about belongings and being stripped naked to be put in these track suits. You didnât bother to chime in, already feeling weird enough about this situation you woke up in, you did not need more attention on you.
Thatâs when a familiar voice pipes up. Heâs arguing with the guards. Over shoes of all things. Your eyes dart over the crowd hoping you wouldnât see what you thought you wouldâŠ.but you didâŠ.purple hair.
It canât be him. You think to yourself. Youâre hoping it isnât, thereâs plenty of other people who have purple hair. But when the guard retaliates by playing a video on the large screen behind them, your heart drops.
âChoi Su-bong, player 230âŠâ you donât even hear what else the guard says, your eyes are trained to the screen watching your purple hair partner hit his vape.
So it is himâŠ
Your eyes dart down to the bright purple hair in the sea of players. Next to Thanos, leaning up against his back over his shoulder is Nam-gyu. You can tell itâs him. Your heart dropsâŠtheyâre both here. They both played that same game you did, more than likely getting slapped, then getting drugged and eventually ending up exactly where you were.
You were pissed. Was it irrational? Yes, you made the exact same choice they did. But you were the voice of reason in whatever relationship you three had, they promised you they wouldnât do anything dumb- yet here they are. Itâs dumb for you to be here too but hey! Youâre the angel out of the three of them, you deserved to do something dumb.
You were about to make your way down the stairs, to haul yourself through the sea of people to scold them but when the guard at the podium says your name- throwing the video of you getting slapped and your debt amount to the mass of players- you know youâre fucked.
You can see the way both of their shoulders fall, the way both of them tense up. Then theyâre both rapidly looking around, you know theyâre about to scold you. You swear to yourself, of course all three of you signed up for some sketchy game after getting slapped by some creepy salesman. Just your luck.
Your eyes widen like a deer in headlights when you realize Nam-gyu has spotted you. Itâs like a sniper looking down the scope at their target. You can see him nudge Thanos, pointing you out to the purple haired man.
You know youâre about to get reamed.
They both look at you, itâs a strange mix of relief, worry and anger. Youâre literally frozen like a kid who got caught sneaking cookies in the middle of the night- thinking that if you freeze on spot you wonât be able to be seen.
The crowd begins to mumble to each other, a mix of hushed whispers and angered shouts. You see them begin to push through the crowd and you sigh- you know you might as well accept your fate. If you were in this strange place in this very unique situation- at least youâre with them. You make your way down the metal stairs, eyebrows furrowed- thankful you had them here but pissed off that they went ahead and gambled again- sure youâre a hypocrite for doing the same thingâŠ.but thatâs different. Right?
When you get to the bottom of the metal stairs, white sneakers hitting the concrete floor theyâre shoving past the last wall of people and walking quickly towards you. You begin to open your mouth to scold them but Thanos is picking you up off your feet and pushing you into the corner of the room- under the metal bunks and away from the other players.
Nam-gyu is right behind him, a scowl on his face.
They didnât know what was going down here in this place you all found yourself waking up in, but they knew they didnât need these other people here spying in on your relationship. They were both narcissists at heart- they wanted to keep up appearances.
Youâre caged into the wall, looking up at them defiantly, trying to keep your look of anger as they tower over you.
If it was any other situation you would have found it hot- the way they look over you, both glaring down at you with a look of disappointment and and the usual hunger they have when they look at you. But youâre so mad at them. You canât believe they did the same thing you did. You also didnât even know the extent of Thanosâ debt, you can only imagine what Nam-gyuâs was, and there they were, obviously having gambling away with the same creepy subway salesman to have made it here.
It doesnât matter that you did the same thing.
Theyâre both equally as angry. For one you were in the subway alone in the middle of the night, as evidence from the video the guards played- something they hated you doing. One or both of them would show up to accompany you to where ever you needed to go like guard dogs. Why didnât you text them to ask them to come with you like you normally would when you had to go somewhere?
And for as much as they knew about you, you kept your debt private. So the fact you were even here- they now knew you obviously were in the same shit they were in. They both were irritated you didnât tell them, they would have helped you (even though they literally didnât have the money to).
You look to their jackets. The numbers 124 and 230 stitched to the patch of the jacket. You look down at yours 014. You wonder if the numbers had anything to do with who called that damned number first- securing their spot in this game earlier. If it wasâŠyou apparently called in first.
It seems the stare down ends when you all speak at once, the tension finally reaching its boiling point
âYou dumb motherfuckers!â
âAre you stupid?!â
âSeñorita! Why are you here???â
You all kind of stand there for a second after all speaking hushed angry whispers. All sharing a similar look of anger. âYou went to the subway alone at night!?â Nam-gyu begins to scold. âYou were all on our asses about gambling and look- there you were gambling and getting slapped in the subway!â Thanos says, his tone angry but his voice is still in a hushed whisper.
You immediately turn to Thanos, shoving an accusatory finger to his sternum, âIâm not the one 1.19 billion in the hole.â You seethe. That seems to shut him up, obviously angering him even more but he just clenches his jaw.
âOkay, well youâre obviously in debt too if youâre hereâ Nam-gyu begins trying to defend both of them. You whip your head towards him, your look is enough to kill a man. He is faced with the realization that a lot of your debt probably stems from being with them- being around them. They both donât have the best lifestyle and neither do you, hell you were running the same game they were when Nam-gyu met you, you were tripping at a club when he first met you- you werenât exactly a saint. Nam-gyu always thought you could do better than that, than them. But you never ran from them, sure you were way less wild than when he first met you, but you still kept around the same people and surrounded yourself with the lifestyle.
Nam-gyu can speak, instead he surges forward, pulling you into him and wrapping one arm around your waist- the other cradling your head against his chest. He didnât like knowing that you went through the same process he did with getting into this situation. He didnât like knowing that he was part of the reason you were here. He didnât like knowing you were now stuck in this same prison of unknowns that they were. You didnât deserve it.
Youâre squished against him, head facing towards Thanos whoâs still staring at you disapprovingly but itâs so much softer than before. You make a useless attempt at frowning at him, although your cheeks are squished under Nam-guyâs hold- making it look like an adorable pout.
He smiles, itâs a small one- but a smile nonetheless, reaching over to smooth out your hair and cup your cheek- the same one he witnessed you getting slapped on by that salesman. âCanât believe he touched you like thatâŠâ He mumbles, itâs a low growl.
âYouâre so fucking stupid for coming hereâŠ.â Nam-gyu mumbles, his words harsh but you can tell itâs because heâs genuinely worried, his mind replaying that dammed video those guards blasted on the big screen. âIâll kill that sleazy fuck who did that to you..â he says, his hands shaking against you as he keeps you cradled against him.
You let out a huff, pulling apart from Nam-gyu to lightly shove his chest, then turning to Thanos to do the same. âIâm stupid?! You two did the same thing!! After I told both of you to quit wasting your money- which encompasses gambling on some kid game and coming here!â You huff out looking between both of them.
âBaby, we just wanted to get some money fâus.â Nam-gyu says, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, squishing them inwards. His voice is sickeningly sweet, you know heâs trying to con you out of your anger, manipulating you how he wanted to get his way. And it works
âYouâre both schtill so dumb n Iâm schtill mad.â You hiss, words slurred by Nam-guyâs hands. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips turned into a pout- although itâs a sorry excuse for one with the way his hands are pressing your cheeks together. The two men laugh, itâs a precious sight truly.
So mad at them but still so adorable, like an angry little kitten. âMhmâŠbet you are you lilâ minx.â Nam-gyu coos at you with a wide grin on his face- you canât help but to ease up, the feeling of his twitching hands holding your face and his wide smile makes your heart swell.
âYou also pulled the same dumb fuckin move though, princess.â Thanos says, his voice scolding but heâs smiling along with Nam-gyu.
The guards up front are beginning to say something about signing a waiver to continue to play, the players beginning to line up.
âSo just stick by us n weâll keep ya safe. With all three of us here we will make so much money.â Nam-gyu sings to you in a sickly sweet tone that you know is going to make you lose your anger. You canât stay mad at him for long.
But youâre still about to protest- yes money sounds amazing but being drugged to get here, stripped of your clothes and put into matching tracksuits- something isnât right. Nam-gyu shuts you up by placing a kiss on your lips. Itâs slow, making your knees weak, making sure you feel every inch of his lips. And when he pulls back Thanos takes his place, kissing you, itâs a soft but eager, your mind going blank with kisses from both of them. Any retaliation you could think of was washed away by their lips- which is exactly what they wanted.
âCâmon princess, go sign it so we can all win big and get these games on the road.â Thanos says pulling away and pushing you lightly out in front of them. Nam-gyu places a light slap on your ass before following directly behind you.
The two of them walking so their chests practically touch your back. And when you go up and sign the paper, they cheer you on from the crowd.
Itâs impossible for anyone to get near you in the games without the two of them, one over each shoulder judging the person to see if theyâre good enough to be near you. With your two guard dogs protecting you, you three are unstoppable.
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