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piastrisun · 2 days ago
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next in line.
pairings: lando norris + verstappen female reader.
summary: your brother announces his first baby, suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you. the teasing starts as harmless fun, but life has other plans.
faceclaim: lila moss.⠀warning: none.
request: for a smau idea, can you do verstappen!reader that just found out that her brother's gonna be a dad and is just excited maybe a reader x lando? and the grid teases her telling her she's next?
notes: so so happy for max, i’m sure he’s gonna be an amazing dad. and to make clear, i do not support kelly’s actions but i respect her as max’s partner and mother of their kid. also, i’m really sorry this took so long, i didn’t had my laptop :( but i do now!
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ynverstappen i’m going to be an aunt, AGAIN!!! congratulations to the best brother in the world and my sister-in-law for blessing us with a tiny human. can’t wait to meet my future favourite little one. 🤍
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username this got me thinking she was expecting as well, the GASP i let out 💀
maxverstappen1 best brother in the world? finally getting the recognition i deserve
username the fact he commented this first, so unserious 😭😭
username1 i was so moved by the caption and now i’m laughing
maxverstappen1 ik houd van je, kleine zus!!! (i love you, little sister)
ynverstappen ik hou altijd van je, you’re going to be an amazing dad!! (i love you too)
username2 FAVES
username3 my most parasocial relationship are them because i feel like they’re my cousins
kellypiquet thank you!! 🥹 baby can’t wait to meet their favourite aunt
ynverstappen stop it i’ll cry
username they’re so sweet with each other
username4 OMG congrats to your family!!! can’t wait to see the cutest baby pics
landonorris i’m next in line to become an uncle
ynverstappen i hope you’re ready for all the babysitting we’ll be doing!!
username5 wait... does this mean lando and yn are next?
username6 imagine the chaos if they had a baby too 😭😭
maxfewtrell chaos? more like pure excellence the world’s not ready
landonorris couldn’t agree more
ynverstappen you’re BANNED from my posts
username7 do you guys think i still have time to reincarnate in that baby?
username8 MOVE, it was my idea first
danielricciardo aunt for now, mum next?
ynverstappen delete this immediately
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YOUR CHATS: MAMMA’S FAVOURITE GROUP.
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landonorris just say the word babe
ynverstappen STOPPPP
landonorris i meannn, i was already planning our baby names list, but take your time
ynverstappen keep the list, i’m busy trying to decide between napping or rewatch criminal minds
maxverstappen1 we’re just preparing you for the future
ynverstappen future? i was planning on sleeping past 11 AM, thank you very much
ynverstappen but sure, let’s add kids to the list!
victoriaverstappen you’re next! the family is ready for some mini-you
ynverstappen okay that is kinda cute
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YOUR CHATS: TEAM BABY.
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landonorris four years with my person, my best friend, and the love of my life. here’s to many more!! i love youuuuu
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lnfour nice number that one
ynverstappen beyond grateful for you every single day, love you more than anything!! <3 ♥︎ liked by author
landonorris love youUuUu
maxfewtrell you two have made it 4 years and not killed each other? impressive
ynverstappen jerk, we’re literally the best couple
username SPEAK UR TRUTH 🗣️
username2 seeing you two together makes me believe in love and what
carlossainz55 yeah, how’s that baby talk going?
ynverstappen can we just enjoy the anniversary without being bombarded about children
landonorris hey!! it’s a valid question
sophiekumpen watching you grow together has been such a joy ♥︎ liked by author
landonorris we couldn’t have done it without all your support 🩶
username3 this is the cutest thing i’ve seen all day
username4 sooo, where’s the baby update?
georgerussell63 you better be sending out wedding invites soon... you know i’ll be waiting ♥︎ liked by author
username5 lando liked this omg
username6 OH IM SO EXCITED
maxverstappen1 maybe we can get the baby a matching anniversary onesie
landonorris don’t tempt me!!
username6 you’re worse than the actual mother 😭😭
alex_albon he is and we appreciate it
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maxfewtrell she has that pregnancy glow
landonorris she says: fuck off
maxfewtrell so lovely as always 🥰
charles_leclerc is the shrimp carrying a baby shrimp?
landonorris i don’t think so but stay tuned!
charles_leclerc 🫡
ynverstappen shrimp 😭😭 you’re unbelievable
landonorris you’re MY shrimp, tho
ynverstappen i know i love u
landonorris special shrimp
ynverstappen yes
landonorris mama shrimp
ynverstappen too far babe
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danielricciardo i’m assuming shrimp is code for ‘future mum’ now?
ynverstappen lando’s been calling me shrimp since FOREVER
danielricciardo for obvious reasons, you kinda look like one
ynverstappen you’re relentless
oscarpiastri you can’t escape forever, you know
ynverstappen i can and i WILL
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ynverstappen we <3 new york
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alex_albon this feels like a soft launch for a baby announcement
ynverstappen in WHAT world
alex_albon i don’t know, everyone says new york is romantic
ynverstappen no one has EVER said that
carlossainz55 you two look like you’re scouting locations for a babymoon
ynverstappen STOP GIVING HIM IDEAS
landonorris i do like the sound of that ♥︎ liked by author
ynverstappen no you don’t
username she says that and yet likes all the baby related comments 😭😭
landonorris do you think we’ll get a discount if we book the babymoon now? asking for a friend
ynverstappen i’ll throw you in the ocean
username2 LMAOO he’s not even subtle about it
maxfewtrell baby’s first visit to the empire state? 👶🏻
landonorris give us nine months, mate
username3 savannah slow down
username4 y’all are a little too cute and i love it
username5 REAL like those are my parents
oscarpiastri if you name the baby after me i’ll babysit for free. think about it
landonorris oscar norris-verstappen it is!!!
ynverstappen first of all, my last name would go first
ynverstappen second, you were my favourite, oscar
ynverstappen and i remark WERE
oscarpiastri got it miss
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YOUR CHATS: TEAM BABY.
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username he has called her his muse a million times and it gets me every time 🥹
ynverstappen love love love ♥︎ liked by author
lando.jpg 🖤
danielricciardo your family portraits are coming along nicely. just missing one thing…
lando.jpg i’ll admit that would make a good christmas card ♥︎ liked by ynverstappen
username2 u don’t even TRY to be subtle, huh? lmaooo
username3 someone pls tell him he’s not slick 😭😭
username4 you two are the cutest
username5 okay dad in training, we see you!!
username6 they can’t escape baby talk even online i’m CRYING
username7 husband AND dad material, i don’t make the rules ♥︎ liked by author
username8 him liking this he’s NOT real
username9 this man is ready, someone call yn
charles_leclerc dog dad today, human dad tomorrow 👀
ynverstappen tomorrow’s a bit ambitious, but thanks for the timeline
username she’s not saying no—
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treatbuckywkisses · 2 days ago
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one thing abt me is im going to read angst no matter how much it hurts me :')
their friend group is so cute & fun I loved the relationships you made between them
     “ Bucky, thank you for the offer, but-” Bucky interrupted you before you could continue,” Come on, doll. Just one date. I’ll keep it friendly,” there was a hopeful look in his eyes. There was a clear conflict of interest as coworkers if you said yes. If you said no, then things could go back to the way they were. You would, however, never get to see what Bucky was like on a first date. Something you found yourself intrigued to find out. He's so dreamy!! doll gets me every time 🥹
     You tensed up, Bucky pulling away when you did. “ Doll, was it bad? Did I do something wrong?” You shook your head profusely,” No, Bucky, you did everything right. This has been the best date I’ve ever had. It was amazing and you’re amazing, but this. . .this can't happen,” you tried to make yourself clear, but your voice faltered towards the end. He looked wounded,” What? Why? Y/n, I have feelings for you and I can tell you have feelings for me too. The way you kissed me now-” you stopped him there,” Please forget about the kiss. Forget about this ever becoming something more. It can’t and it won’t.” He was baffled and could barely form any words,” Why? You just said this has been the best date you've ever been on. How can everything be going so wrong now?” He leaned against the capsule, shaking his head in disbelief. The sight of him made your heart ache. NOOOO:( this hurts my tummy bucky is literally so precious and simply just trying to have a good time & follow his heart why would anyone break it 😭
     “ I’m not,” with that said, it's like you threw the key back at him. The ferris wheel came to a stop, neither of you moving to leave. Bucky was looking at you as if you were a stranger—maybe you were now.  I'm actually going to be violently ill over this for DAYS. how could you do this 😭😭 
     Nevertheless, Bucky insisted on convincing you otherwise, following you with the teddy bear in hand. You weren’t the only ones leaving, so the crowd was dense and easy to get lost in. In less than a minute, however, he lost sight of you. His hand no longer in yours making sure that didn’t happen.  UGH NO:(, the hand comment I'm ACHING :( this is so devastating 
so according to the law (my rb of the prequel thing) i must sue you, so pay up🫶🏻 (just make them in love)
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Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Lawyer!Reader
Summary: After the many failed dates Natasha set you up on, you decide to give up on the dating scene all together. That is until Bucky makes it his mission to change your mind, but will he be enough to change it?
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning(s): angst + fluff / mentions of homicide and case details / cheating (from side character) / drinking / failed dates / heartbreak
a/n: In Five Years Part 2 is taking me longer than expected to write, so here’s a small fic in the meantime! My finals are in two weeks and I can’t wait to get them done and over with to finally have more free time to write! Thank you for reading! ❤️
➵ Prequel Drabble // ➵ Part II 
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     “ No more, Nat. I can’t go on another date,” you shut down Natahsa’s latest offer, taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee she made. She rolled her eyes, sitting next to you on the leather couch in your joint office.“ Y/n, you’re seriously going to turn down another guy? I haven’t even told you anything about him yet,” she egged the idea on. You shook your head, handing her the latest case you were assigned to prosecute. “ Can we please just focus on this case? The trial is in a few weeks and we need to be prepared,” you refused to entertain this conversation any longer. 
     “ I just think you’ll really like th-“
     “ No.”
     “ But this guy is really cute and a doctor an-“
     You gave her a stern look,” No, I’ve decided to stop dating all together. They never end well and at this point emotionally, I can’t handle it.” You stood up to grab one of your law books. You needed to brush up on the precedents for previous crimes of passion in New York. Natasha sighed, glancing over the first file,” Your dates haven’t been that bad.” 
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seungcheorry · 2 days ago
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Who do you think is in a relationship among the seventeen members, like i know for a fact hoshi is currently single rn 😭😭
seungcheol is definitely dating, probably a long-time partner. i feel like he's getting ready for the next step too.
jeonghan is a trick one. i feel like he's dating, but it's still kinda new? idk why, to be honest.
joshua is dating, also someone he trusts and has been with for quite some time now. i feel like he might still have doubts or whatever because of what happened that time, but he doesn’t plan to let it go.
jun is a mystery to me tbh. i wanna say he's single rn but i might as hell be wrong. i just don't think he's giving the "i love my partner" vibes right now as he was back in the face the sun era.
soonyoung is single as hell, i am so sorry. he isn't bitchless though, i gotta say this. 👀
wonwoo is dating, also a long-time partner. he's not ready to marry yet, but he might get there in a few more years.
jihoon is single but i feel like he was in a relationship and somehow it didn't end well so he just kind of went "you know what? no more dating for me, at least for a while".
seokmin is also a mystery to me, just like junhui. i think he might have a situationship going on though.
mingyu is single but he's looking for love, i feel like he enjoys the freedom of being single but he somehow got tired of it.
minghao is single too, by choice. he's focusing on his career so i feel like he might have a different mentality rn. will probably get back to dating soon.
seungkwan is single, i still don't think he's ready or has the energy to date, he went through so much the last two years. i look at him and the only feeling i get is that he's still healing, from everything.
hansol isn't dating per say but he's definitely in a "yeah, we like each other, so..." type of relationship. i don't think it is enough though, i think he wants more, he wants the boyfriend status.
chan is living his youth, so i don't think he's in a relationship right now. but he was in one not too long ago though. he's experiencing the freedom of being single again after a while and i don't think he's nearly ready to get into another relationship.
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svetamillss · 1 day ago
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Headcanons: their reaction to the fact that you asked them to obey you during sex🫦
Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Park Min Su x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Gang No Eul x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)
Warning: NSFW
A/N: It was written in classes at the university!😭
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Cho Hyun Ju
Usually your girlfriend is the main one in bed, but it happens that you really want to be the main one. When you ask her to obey you tonight, Ju doesn't resist, she likes to watch you control her embarrassedly and incompetly. Ju like when you try to flirting to point her out.
- Baby, your face is so cute, I can only cum by looking at it. - the girl teased you when you ordered her not to cum.
- Ju, stop embarrassing me! Because of you, I'm leaving my role!
- I'm silent, I'm silent, baby.
Still, you like it better when your girlfriend orders you, so you rarely offer her to change roles.
Park Min Su
Your boyfriend is literally a timid rabbit, he is very shy and gentle in relationships, so you take the main role, both in ordinary relationships and in bed.
It doesn't bother both of you, because the guy literally has a fetish for you to order him to do something, but without any humiliation! You two don't like it at all! Everything is nice and very tender with you!
- Honey, do you know how you can please your beloved girl?
- What should I do?
- Give me a cunnilingus, and then I'll reward you.
You never force him to do something against his will, if he doesn't like something, he'll tell you right away.
Thanos (Su Bong)
No, no, no. Don't even think about asking him to obey you during sex, he will refuse you with a laugh. No matter how much he loves you, he's not going to agree to such an adventure.
He believes that a man should not lay in front of a woman, even if he has a strong love for her, so don't even think that he will agree.
And if you suggest, he will bring you to five orgasms, after which you will forget about your idea.
- Now I'll get this fucking dope out of your head, baby. So that you don't offer me to obey you anymore. - he said almost always when he stuck his dick in your pussy.
Gang No Eul
With her, also don't think that she will allow you to subjue her. She won't respond to your request with laughter, but will only show who is really in charge by fucking you well.
No Eul is not used to obeying anyone, no matter a girl or a guy, no matter she loves much or not, she will not allow herself to be subordinated to anyone.
And she herself understands that you like it better when you humiliate yourself in front of her, and all your ideas are just a small performance.
- My love, I love you very much, but let's be honest, you like to be humiliated by me and you like to beg to let you cum. So don't make an iron lady out of yourself, but let me give you real pleasure. - these words are enough for your panties to get wet, she knows you too well.
Nam Gyu
Your boyfriend is a good manipulator, he doesn't let anyone get to him, let alone allow himself to obey someone.
He is a very respectable man, the owner of the club, he is used to other people running in front of him on their hind legs and almost whining, as long as he would pay attention to them. And he only laughs at how pathetic they are and he will never descend to such a point.
But you are his exception.
You are the only girl, and in general, the only person in front of whom he himself can kneel and beg to pay attention to him.
So he does not refuse your offer to be a master in bed, on the contrary, he loves diversity in your sexual life, so he is ready for you to put a collar on him and give commands, he is ready for anything for you.
- Good boy. Good Gyu.
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hadesisqueer · 3 days ago
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Blake unintentionally making Yang nervous by simply existing pre-confession once you can tell she's realized she's caught feelings is so endearing because seeing her flustered and ooc is cute but also sad because she didn't think she had a chance because she was holding herself back 😭
It was adorable, but honestly I do not think she didn't think she had a chance; I think deep down she knew that what she felt for Blake was requited but was terrified of the whole thing at the same time. Because what if she messed this whole thing up? She didn't know what she was doing. To me, it's clear that Yang might have flirted a bit and all that and maybe has had crushes before back at Signal Academy but it wasn't anything serious until now, because this isn't a crush, this is love. She's in love with Blake. And she was still figuring herself and her feelings out and she'd never really been in love before and was scared to even admit it because, again, while I do think she did know Blake loved her back, you're right when you say Yang held herself back because there was a constant "what if--?" in her brain and she didn't know what to do or how to deal with it. Which is why the confession scene is so cute. Yang was still figuring herself and what was happening out but it's clear that Blake, who for better or worse has more experience in relationships, has been aware of how she felt about Yang for a long time. Likely since the Fall of Beacon. And she was very aware of the fact that Yang loved her back (she said "I love you, too" before Yang even finished saying it). She simply let Yang take her time and then started making her intentions more clear after the whole "Yang fell and Blake fucking thought she lost her". And she was incredibly patient with Yang during the confession, which is why I love so much. One of the ships of all time.
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vettelsvee · 3 hours ago
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Hi love! For your tortured poets department, can I request endgame from the reputation album, lando being the driver please please 🙏
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END GAME | Lando Norris
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Lando Norris x Friend with benefits Piastri!Reader
SUMMARY: You were used to have random hookups just for fun, including with Lando Norris himself. It's not until he decides to lock both of you up on his driver room and talk about your weird relationship that you don't realize that, deep down, you're willing to settle down your mind and start a dating him ↳ REQUESTED: Yes! Thanks for requesting and hope you like it 💖 Part of REPUTATION in MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT
WORD COUNT: 2745
WARNINGS: Slightly +18 at the end (sorry for leaving it there ☺️), mentions of friends with benefits, spelling with multiple people, angst, curse words
VEE'S NOTES: Haven't written Lando in a very, very long time, so hope you like this one! University and my mental health are killing me but you know what? Writing is what keeps me going (and specially your comments have been a boost of serotonin for me lately). Also... the 2k special is already living rent free in my mind and I can't wait to achieve the goal to post it 😭 I wanna give spoilers now so... you know 🤓 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST
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"You finally decided to show up at a race. I was starting to think you only liked having me naked in your bed behind your brother’s back."
You smiled at the screen, playing with your fingers as you thought how could you answer Lando. Your relationship was based purely on sex, moreover sexting, with barely any real conversations whenever you met, moans and orgasms speaking for you both instead.
You had never felt the need to go beyond that, to involve feelings in your relationship, or at least that’s what you had made clear to Lando before sleeping with him the very first time. You also let him know that, besides him, there were other guys with whom you had no commitments whatsoever.
However, it was with Lando that you spent most of your time. The others were nothing more than a safe escape, an easy way out when the Brit wasn’t around.
"Be grateful that I even came," you finally replied. "And don’t flatter yourself. I came to see my brother, not to make you come before a race."
You hesitated, wondering if your reply was harsh enough to keep him from getting any ideas and, more importantly, to stop him from insisting on meeting up. You weren’t sure how, but you wanted to end that strange relationship before it spiraled out of control because, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had started to feel something for him.
Yes, just a few weeks ago, you had one of your usual encounters with a friend of one of your best friends. But everything fell apart when, right before reaching your climax, you couldn’t help it: you moaned Lando’s name instead.
That was what made you question what exactly you felt for Norris and why the label of friends with benefits seemed to be fading away.
"Don’t play dumb, Piastri. See you at the motorhome. You know exactly where."
You huffed. Of course, you knew exactly where you’d be meeting. After all, ever since your brother became a Formula 1 driver, you had visited his teammate’s personal room more than Oscar’s.
With a sigh, making sure neither your mother nor your sisters were nearby, you got up, grabbed the plastic cup that still had a bit of coffee left, and walked with as much determination as you could muster toward McLaren’s motorhome, finishing your drink along the way.
As you walked, mentally preparing a script in case things got tense with Lando, you greeted the people you knew, or at least those who knew you as Y/N Piastri. Lewis was genuinely happy to see you and even stopped to chat, but you excused yourself, saying you had already made plans. Fernando gave you a knowing look, as if trying to figure out what exactly you were about to do with a certain driver.
Even your brother crossed paths with you at the entrance to McLaren’s motorhome. You managed to lie to him, partially, saying Lando had asked you to take a few pictures of him before the race.
Oscar gave you a strange look, then rolled his eyes, offered a small smile and told you to enjoy whatever it was you both were about to do.
You said nothing, but you knew your twin brother well enough to realize he already had a pretty good idea of what you were up to with Norris. Not that you tried too hard to hide it.
When you reached Lando’s room, you didn’t even have to knock. The door opened instantly, revealing a slightly tired-looking Lando with a cup in his hand. His race suit was already on but zipped only to his waist, leaving the top half hanging loose. His team cap was still on, though it didn’t last long since he took it off and tossed it aside within seconds.
He grinned from ear to ear, like he had been waiting for you with far too much anticipation.
"Come in. Make yourself at home," he said with that mischievous tone you were so used to hearing, though something about it felt slightly different this time.
You walked inside without hesitation, crossing your arms and ignoring him, except for the occasional sideways glance to see if he would do or say something before you did. Unfortunately, he didn’t.
"If you wanted a quick fuck before the race you could’ve just said so, you know?"
"I don’t think today’s the best day to fuck you and let everyone hear," he replied. "At least, not yet. Today, we’re going to talk."
"We don’t talk, Lando," you shot back, feeling an internal alarm go off. "And when we do, it’s just to ask about the safe word of the day, what we want to do to each other, and how close we are to coming."
"Well, maybe it’s time we started talking, don’t you think so?"
His answer took you completely by surprise. Your gazes remained locked on each other, and you felt the atmosphere grow tense.
For the first time in a long while, there was no excuse you could use to avoid that conversation with Lando. Maybe the fact that you had been ignoring him for the past few weeks was enough to make him realize that there was a chance—however small—that things had changed between you two.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the growing sense of unease settling in your chest. Lando kept looking at you with that same intensity he always did, except this time… it was different. It wasn’t the first time you found yourselves in a situation like this, where there were a thousand unsaid things hanging between you, waiting to be voiced. But it was the first time, at least on your part, where feelings were involved beyond pure physical desire.
"I don’t think there’s anything to talk about," you said as nonchalantly as possible, but your tense posture betrayed you.
Lando set his cup down on the table beside him. Then, he sat on the edge, crossing his arms again, and reached for your hands only for you to pull away and take a step back.
"I think you know exactly what we need to talk about," he replied calmly. His voice was lower than usual, and you felt the heat grow between your legs. You shook your head, feeling guilty and doing your best to push away that sudden, but familiar, awakening in your body.
"You’ve been avoiding me, Y/N. And don’t tell me you haven’t, because you were in Monaco and never called me to meet up… to see each other," he added, his voice laced with something unreadable. "In fact, we usually sext almost every day, and you didn’t even bother to tell me what  new lingerie set you bought for when you came over."
"I didn’t tell you I was coming to Miami either."
Your reply, rather than making you sound indifferent, exposed you completely. Lando raised an eyebrow, as if he had caught you red-handed. That was when you realized you had seriously screwed up.
"I haven’t been avoiding you, Lando. I’ve just been busy," you insisted.
"Busy? You mean busy by ignoring me?" He scoffed, ironic. His expression turned much more serious now, and you started to worry about where this might lead. "Tell me the truth, Y/N. What’s going on? What’s happening with you?" he emphasized.
You averted your gaze, pretending to take interest in the room’s decoration, a room you already knew by heart. You knew you couldn’t keep dodging the topic, but you also had no idea how to confront it without changing everything you had so far. It was impossible to put into words what you felt for Lando, not when your relationship had always been purely physical. And especially not when there was a real chance you were just confused… and, well, you couldn’t forget the possibility that he might only see you as his hookup.
"Nothing’s wrong," you finally responded.
"I thought we were always honest with each other," Lando sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
You felt your throat tighten. It was hard to breathe. You had been honest, at least when it came to the unrestricted desire between you, to touching each other without attachments, to seeking comfort in one another without questions that went beyond your wildest fantasies. You had avoided anything personal.
But now, you were slowly breaking the unspoken rules that had kept you in perfect balance until this moment.
"I’ve been busy, Lando, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with you, alright?" you insisted, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Things should have stayed the way they were until, according to you, I started ignoring you."
"No, Y/N, things aren’t like that," the Brit denied, shaking his head. He stepped closer, cornering you against the wall. "If you don’t want to face something because you’re afraid of rejection, just tell me. But, for fuck’s sake, don’t act like I did something wrong, because you’re killing me."
"Lando…"
"Stop insisting that nothing is happening between us, when that’s exactly what makes me think the opposite."
His confession caught you completely off guard. His words—clear, direct, and without a hint of sarcasm, threw you off… especially because you knew he was right.
You felt the urge to run, to disappear, to pretend none of this had ever happened. Most of all, you wanted to deny yourself any romantic thought you had ever had about Oscar’s teammate.
When you lowered your gaze, Lando moved back slightly, giving you space and making sure he didn’t overwhelm you more than you already seemed to be. You sighed, trying to relax once again, but before you could say anything, he spoke first.
"Tell me nothing’s wrong between us, Y/N Piastri," he said softly. "If nothing has really changed, if everything is the same between us… dare to look at  me in the eyes and say it."
Your chest tightened. You couldn’t run away, not when Lando had you emotionally cornered, teetering on the edge of an explosion. Your breathing was unsteady, heavy. Your mind screamed at you to find an excuse, anything that would let you stay true to yourself regardless of what happened next.
Lando waited, unmoving, his blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you tremble for the first time in your life—without him even touching you. It was the first time he had shown himself to you like this: so vulnerable and yet so determined at the same time.
"Nothing is wrong between us, Lando Norris," you finally whispered, forcing the words out, ignoring both your heart and the boy standing in front of you.
"Say it again, but this time, look me in the eyes."
He didn’t move an inch. He knew you were lying; your posture gave you away—the way you avoided his gaze, the way your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt and your accreditation pass…
You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You had no choice… at least, not entirely.
Lifting your gaze, you met his blue eyes once again. Your lips parted slightly, ready to try and let out a lie convincing enough for both him and yourself.
But it was impossible. You couldn’t keep doing this, not when, deep down, and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, you felt something more than just pleasure for Lando Norris. The fear of rejection… it terrified you. The thought of him turning you away, of losing what you had with him, was unbearable.
"Lando…"
"You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready," he interrupted. "But please… stop pushing me away. Stop making this to us."
"It’s just…"
Nothing. No matter how much you tried to explain yourself, to find a logical enough reason for your sudden ghosting, you couldn’t.
"It’s just what, Y/N?" the Brit pressed. "Are you afraid to take a risk? To admit something because you’re scared of what might happen next? Because you don’t want to change the life you’ve had until now? Because you want to…?"
Lando forced himself to stop. He ran his hands through his hair, exasperated, turning his back to you. Guilt hit you immediately, your body trembling as the storm inside you began to break free. The driver rubbed his face, frustration radiating from him. This was exhausting him. You were exhausting him, to the point where he was starting to doubt his own feelings. Feelings that had started to grow the moment he realized it hurt when you ignored him, when you didn’t even send him a simple "Hey."
"I wish this were different, Y/N," he finally murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he turned to face you again. "I wish you didn’t make me feel like this. I wish I could just be content with what we had before and pretend none of this was happening…"
Your stomach twisted painfully. That was exactly what you had been thinking, the very reason you had pulled away from him and from whatever this was. You had ignored the fact that your feelings for Lando Norris had become something much stronger—maybe they had been there for far longer than you were willing to admit.
"Lando, listen" You tried to step closer, but he pulled away.
"No, Y/N, no," he said bitterly. "I tried convincing myself there was a reason you were ignoring me, acting like I was nothing to you, and then it hit me that I really want you as more than just someone to fuck."
"That…" you struggled to say, stepping toward him. This time, Lando didn’t stop you. The sincerity in your eyes, the way you looked both calm and nervous at the same time, made him realize he had to trust his instincts. And that was exactly what they were telling him.
"That’s what I wanted to tell you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, but Lando still heard you. "That’s why I kept you on standby for two weeks… I knew this would change everything, that you’d react badly, that we’d end up fighting, and I… I didn’t know how to face the possibility of you rejecting… this."
Lando stared at you in surprise before a sad smile crept onto his lips.
"Y/N… I’ve always been good at reading signals, but this has been driving me fucking crazy."
"And you think it’s not been making me feel the same?" you shot back, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.
Lando stepped closer, taking your hands in his. You didn’t resist, feeling how the both of you tensed at the contact. His lips inched toward yours, and when they finally met, the kiss was so fierce, so full of passion, that you ended up straddling him on the couch, moving against him, desperate to feel him. Even though you both knew there was still a race in two hours.
"I don’t want to touch you like this, Y/N," Norris whispered against your ear as you left small bites along his neck. "Y/N, stop it babe…"
"I don’t wanna be just another ex-love to you, Lando…" you murmured between kisses, still searching for friction between your bodies.
"And I don’t wanna miss you like your other lovers do, babe…"
This time, Lando gripped your waist firmly, flipping you onto the couch beneath him. His eyes never left yours as he carefully lifted your shirt and started massaging your breasts over your bra.
"I wanna be your end game, Y/N," Lando breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from you.
Your breath came out in shallow pants, and you felt like you were teetering on the edge. Your hands gripped the unfastened gear around his waist, tugging lightly to keep him close.
"Then prove it."
"I have a race in two hours, love…" he murmured, his voice rough as he pressed his forehead to yours, his arousal growing.
"Then you better be quick," you teased, running your hands over his abs beneath the fireproof. "Especially if you don’t want Osc to hear us…"
"You’re gonna be the death of me one day, Y/N Piastri," Lando groaned as he trailed his fingers up your thighs, lowering himself before you. "Now, open your legs for me... You deserve a punishment after being such a bad, bad girl these past few days…"
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doux-amer · 23 hours ago
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I love how Irving's always been kind to Helly even when he's suspicious of Helena and even when he's trying to drown Helena. The most obvious example of this in S2E4 is Irving saying he's so sorry for hurting Helly and making sure that she felt safe, that she had an anchor to cling to as she came back to life in the most disorienting way ever. Irving held her so tightly and protectively in his arms, whispering comfortingly to her and trying to warm her up, and I was all 🥺 the whole time.
But there are actually two other moments in S2E4 that I want to talk about! The first is the snow seal conversation. Irving is full of distrust by then, but he doesn't let that overtake him in the moment. He asks "Helly" again to tell him what she truly saw outside, but he does it in a way that shows that he isn't going to judge her no matter what her answer is and she's safe with him. If it really were Helly with him and she was keeping a secret out of shame, he wanted her to know there was nothing to be afraid of. She wouldn't lose his trust or respect.
The second moment is when he gets Helly back. Again, the most talked-about part of that scene is what I said in the first paragraph, but what I love the most about that moment is Irving brought Helly back to life because he loved her that much. Yes, it was to prove that the woman who was with them since MDR returned to work after the OTC incident was in fact not Helly as he suspected, but he specifically yelled at Milchick to bring back Helly. Not '"show them I'm right!", "prove me wrong," "do you really want to risk killing an Eagan?", or anything along those lines. He demanded Milchick resurrect Helly, back from the nonexistence she was banished to. And when Milchick did, Irving made good on his promise in the post-snow seal conversation: it would be okay. It won't change anything. Even after finding out who Helly was on the outside, his love and trust are unwavering and unconditional, something Helena probably never thought was possible after showing her "true" self because she's never had that from her blood family.
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Meet My Couple Valentine's Challenge! ❤️
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Omg this was so much fun to do, and it made me realize how well I know my Sims (crazy, right? lol). I hope I managed to capture each of their personalities as faithfully as possible!
Their most memorable photo is from the moment I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. After years of back and forth, they finally reunited and promised each other never to be apart again. And honestly, it didn’t take long after that for the proposal and the wedding to happen.
Ash and Penelope had a relationship full of ups and downs; just when we thought they would end up together, something would always come between them. Penelope’s Unflirty nature was also a huge obstacle, but Ash never gave up on her (thankfully!!). Over time, Pene learned to express her feelings more, even though she’s still pretty awkward about it to this day. I love them so much 🩷
Thank you so much for tagging me @wolkentage 🩷
I’ll tag: @perolesims @matchalovertrait @bakersimmer @mdshh @changingplumbob @purplesimmer455 @abbysimsfun @mariapaulaaah @shmoodlet @suntrait @nova-kim @living-undead @sharona-sims @bloomingkyras @rosienthe @aleksa-sims @finchfin @chocbee @myopiccc @peachbumms @kissalopa @hellgirl-ix I probably forgot some mutuals that I would’ve liked to tag, so I’m sorry 😭 But if you're seeing this post, consider yourself tagged 🩷
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deesseshesca · 21 hours ago
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PAC: What vibes does your future relationship give off ? (18+)
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PILE 1
SONG : TAKE YOU DOWN - SZA
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PILE 2 
SONG : BABY - REMA
6 swords (reverse), judgement (reverse) 8 wands, King pentacles (reverse) 
This is the friend of your older brother. He’s writing a paragraph as a text while he's drunk… which he will never send. He may engage in dangerous behavior because he's behind the wheel texting it but he's not driving … just sitting there. Like he took a moment away from the party to catch some fresh air.  
There's so much sexual frustration and tension in his body is incredible. 
There's a clicking of keys… which is important. Is like his pondering if he should leave or spend the night over like it was planned. I don't think he will actually drive … should he leave, he would tag along with other boys to an actual party. Is like your brother has a lot on his mind regarding another girl from uni … you will not know. You will just be shocked he came back from campus earlier. Even your mom, like her heart might stop. Lol she is so sure for a moment that your brother got kicked out, your brother may have problems accepting answering to more important people ever since he’s a child. Like he’s not annoying or rude, he may come like that but he actually has good reasons to act up. He may be a crash out, but it's always been justified. Lol the bffs are going through it with women … they both seem to deal with it the same way … running away. They may actually act like fucking twin brothers at times. 
What the actually fuck ? I though I actually dealt with my fucking heart. I aint even lie, this past years I try to take my fucking distance with you. I mean I am trying to stay alive and keep my balls. Do you know what would happen to me if your brother could read my brain ? Especially with the past I have, fuck what past … I am too emotionally available with females … he’s not wrong keeping me away from you . I mean … I may not be worth you but can your homeboy dream ? I did not know you have to ask permission to think ? Why do I have to ask permission to use my own brain while you take possession of my thoughts 24/7 like you are paying the bills in this bitch. Your brother told me, we were going to surprise you today. I know he’s was running away, I am always going to have bro back but fuck why do I have to get fucked in the process ? You were in your bed, your long hair braided, legs hanging, wearing your short booty shorts, white tee dancing to some pop girl music (his snorting). Dancing like a maniac (explosion of laughter). The scream that came out of you is deserving of an Oscar but the way I had to keep my composure  when you jumped in my arms after hugging your bro was something. Fuck I miss having my hands around you, I miss caring for you, I miss your face, your scent and even your weird habits. Than you came downstair cooking something for me and the bros because your mom was caught up in a meeting and we can’t fucking cook to safe ourselves. Again I had to keep my composure, while your body was moving lazily to the music in your headphones. Keep my eyes on the game, keep my focus on the conversation, keep my attention on the character on the screen. When all I wanted to do was peeking at you. Than like you wanted to torture me … you put the plates a front of us with smile before running back upstairs to your bedroom. All I could think about for the rest of the evening, while drinking was do I claim a need to the bathroom so I can stare at you through the door … FUCK when did I become a such creep ? 
That man grew up in a house where spanking, physical abuse was the way to discipline. 
You often grow up, watching him with purple eyes, you thought maybe he had a temper he was hiding you because he's always calm whenever he deals with you, your family, fuck almost everybody, yet…
For some y’all actually know him since childhood and he always had bruises on him, so you never question it. When  you were younger you even though he had a purple birth scar. This shows the frequency and the normality of the assault he endured for your kid brain to normalize it. 
For some of you, that are fucking shock about that text … to confirm is him … go ask him about his family, childhood or parents, that will be your confirmation that's the pile for you. 
For the one too shocked to believe it, remember that energy is ever changing but if you keep up living the way you do, you will in fact finish your life with  the bff of your older brother. To unclaimed, change something … To claim … no need is already yours (I just saw someone giggling … LOL) 
This collective y’all are really shocked he will actually be interested in you because he treats you like a little sis… from my humble tarot reader opinion … he is too protective and soft for it not to be romance. The intensity in which he holds your gaze is too much to just be platonic 
I just heard : ‘’But nah girl…’’. BABE IF YOU DON'T WANT IT, CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE. 
The card also shows that he is terrified to show care, empathy and love. You guys have no idea how stoic he is whenever he is interacting with his environment. The fact that he he check on you, the fact that you can call him when you need help (availability), the fact that he reply quickly (you don't how many people he leaves on deliver … ), the fact that he goes out of his way to always bring your fav snack, the fact that he always make sure nobody is annoying you at work, school or even calm your brother down when his become too smart with you . Or the FUCKING fact that he actually smile at (even though is fucking small), the fact that he don't mind hugging you. He's only that soft for you, there's not a single girl he fuck, been a relationship with or even flirt with in which he was this attentive and kind. 
He’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. 
VIBES: Crush, brother bff, secrecy, secret admire and one sided romance 
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PILE 3
SONG: JONI - SZA FT Don Toliver
POV is your past self and future self. Is like a small note. Maybe you guys use the note in your phone like a diary. 
The Chérie D’Amour coming from PILE 2, this is your POV from the situation in PILE 2. Also your brother doesn't know you are out there living an all year hot girl summer and have a whole roster. They only see you as your innocent self. Funny enough (my own  observation), now I understand how hard it is for you to believe what I wrote because you are the same. The dude plays mister nonchalant, while you play Miss Innocent. Both of you have a facade that does not exist with each other. Like you guys actually have an intimate bond with each other. You allow yourself to be soft with him and he allows himself to accept it.
PAST: 9swords, 9 wands (reverse) 
 You are on the bus. A week after a crazy night where u spend the night at your one night or maybe sneaky link. You just have an epiphany 
Honestly … I want more. Is it crazy to say. I want someone to hold me close while playing in my hair. I want someone to look at me like I am the star of their life, like maybe if they look away I may vanish. I want to be the banter of their existence. I want to be the reason for their every breath. I want to go on vacation with the one that loves me. The one that will spend hours, hours and his money just to see a smile on my face. Someone ready to die to hear me laugh. Someone who is just like Jack, will let me, Rose stay on the door  because he prefers a cold death than letting me feel the pain of Atlantic water. Someone will pick me up bridal style after I call him because I am too drunk with my homegirl and can't make my way home. I want someone to comfort me when the tears are rolling down  my cheeks, I want someone to drop anything when my voice has a subtle shake and I want someone to be my safe haven. I want someone who will enjoy spending time with me even when all we do is sit in silence in a quiet room. I want to slow dance in the living room while the dinner is cooking. (Bitter laugh) What the fuck for ? Even if the one came I will destroy it the same way I destroy the marriage of my parents. Maybe all I actually need is a break from having sex. I am tired of getting disappointed , I am tired of sexting, I am tired of the 2 am booty call, I am tired of being easy, I am tired of hair pulling, the spitting, the fucking, the aftercare, the uber, the walk of shame and the fucking hole that's keep growing deeper every time I come home to an empty house after giving my all to another looser because I can’t seem to attract he right one and I am too lonely to refuse anyone.
I am tired of feeling lonely . 
Future : Knight swords, Hermit 
I am hearing : ‘’ Omg he hears me ! Omg he knows my name’’ 
This one is a note but the intention behind it is almost like a prayer.
Please don't take him. Let him love me. Let him stay in my life. (Your eyes are burning with tears, none fell, you are holding on for dear life. You are sitting in your bedroom). I will do anything you ask. Don't let him resent. Let him love me forever. Don't let life take his warmth away from  me. I love every part of him, I love his tattoo, I love his grumpy attitude, I love the way he holds on to my hand. The way he always longs for some physical contact with me otherwise he loses his mind (bitter laugh, oh no… babe you broke … the tears are flowing slowly). I love the way he trust me with his Lego collection, with his car tools and on his bike. I love the way he let me in, my pretty boy, my very pretty boy, he don't deserve all that (Fuck … I finally got the vibe … he may have been in altercation or just an argument with his family which trigger him extremely which made him take its distance. Like you know he's in a dark place but he refuses to let you see him like that (aww now my heart is breaking … y’all going to make a cold ass bitch emotional, now he’s asking me if you are crying. He hates when you cry and it would put him in so much pain to know he is the reason for it). Usually he is transparent and you have amazing communication. That why you are ugly sobbing because it must be very bad, if he is taking his distance). He always comfort me when my periods hurt, when my mom say mean things to me, when school is too hard or life become to overwhelming. Even when I am trying to ignore him, he drop everything for me. I don't know what else to say … you must let him love me. Who else is going to look at me with so much love, caress me with so much passion, make love to me, worship my body with kisses, tell me how much he loves me and how hard is going to work so I never regret choosing him. 
Technically it's stop here …because you are sending him a voice note but since I love y’all let me add it here. I apologize because it might be too messy to read. 
Hiccup, hiccup, (his name), breathing trying to keep it in, breaking down in  tears, talking while having hiccups :  just so you know I love you. Please don't leave me behind, pretty boy. You remember what I told you … you ain't have to feel ashamed for what you did. Baby please come to me, we can work it all. Let me comfort you. 
Breakdown again:  Fuck I am stress. You better comeback (weak attempt to a bossy tone). Please (pleading tone). 
Before you came in the picture, your family enjoy reminding you how perfect it was. Than u came ... so maybe when your mom got pregnant their mirage could not handle it. Or you are a product of infidelity. Since you believe so heartily that you are the problem.
VIBES : Forbidden romance, one bed proximity, touch her and I will kill you, I want and see only her, I don't deserve her, she's too good for me, he's the only one that truly loves me and know me, we should not be doing this but can't seem to stay away from each other.
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PILE 4 
SONG : STAY - Adanna Duru FT Leven Kali
POV YOUR FS. 
I actually shuffled some cards but y’all nasty step dad came through. He's a fucking pervert Chérie d’Amour and I am so sorry you had to deal with this looser in your childhood. I am fucking sorry your mama did not protect you more. 
Your husband DONT PLAY WHEN  IT COMES TO YOU. 
Is a text after the first night spent together. 
Hey beautiful,
I know we just hang up and you probably sleeping rn. Fuck sure is 3 am in the morning but I cant get enough of you. I hate the fact that I can't dream because sleep is keeping me away from you. I want to spend every one of my seconds on earth dedicated to you. Texting you, calling you and hearing you. I am so obsessed with you girl … so you know we are lock in, lock in. There's nobody but us. I don't care if you're mad or tired of me, we are going to work this out. I see the bigger picture with you baby. That not the only picture I have of you… I love kissing you. When your lips lay on top of  mine, my eyes I can't help but close, pushing into a transit state of pure bliss. I love having sex with you, your moans are like  music to me. You have such a beautiful voice, I know I always compliment you about it. I guess you awakened a new kink in me babygirl.I  can recognize your voice, touch and scent in a room full of strangers because my soul knows you. My fav habits of yours when it comes to loving me … is the way you kiss my forehead, my eyes, my cheek and my lips in one setting just to make me smile. I love staring into your pretty face. That’s probably why I stare that much at my phone when u aint around. And she gets even prettier when I am thrusting in and out of your tight pussy. I love when you baby me, even though I am 6’4 (maybe taller) and 3x your weight. I love being the small spoon. I love being your good boy. I love finding safety in your arms. I aint joking girl … I am going nowhere. I LOVE IT HERE. 
VIBES: Commitment, marriage, long lasting romance, wedding day, husband and wife and growing old together 
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spidybaby · 1 day ago
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Double Face
Summary: Kylian acts different to you when other people are around.
Warnings: cursing, angst, name calling, gaslighting.
A/N: Happy Monday, everyone! Love you all ❤️ I've been away from tumblr and I really missed you and writing. Hope you all are fine 🤍
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Turn around." He orders, making you turn to where he is. "I like that outfit." He smiles.
You smile back to him. Looking back again at your reflection to take a last look of yourself. You move to order the things you moved.
"I'm thinking about ordering some wine." He says, kissing the side of your head. "What do you think?"
You nod your head, smiling at him over the reflection of the mirror. Kylian smiles, finishing with the last details of his outfit.
You two take your time, you did your makeup, and he prepared his hair. When you finished, you called him.
"Ready to go?" You ask him, smiling from downstairs.
"Oui, madame." He smiles, walking downstairs to meet you. "A kiss?" You giggle, giving him a kiss. "Your first night in Madrid, I'm so happy." He hugs you tightly, kissing your shoulder.
Kylian and you have been together since the end of 2022. You met when you got hired at Paris Saint Germain as a sports reporter.
You even travel with the French National Team to the World Cup. Kylian needed you there not as a part of the team but as his partner.
He invited you to live with him in Madrid. You told him that you weren't so sure. You wanted to be able to work on the media as a reporter.
He got you a job as a La Liga reporter. You were beginning during the Valladolid vs. Villarreal game. You were so nervous because even tho you speak Spanish, you feel nervous about fucking things up.
"I'm happy too." You hug him. "Let's hurry, I don't want us to lose the reservation." You say, grabbing your bag from the table next to the stairs.
Kylian and you got to the restaurant. He loved the small, private places in Madrid. After all, he didn't want paparazzi or crazy fans to disturb your peace.
You were used to paparazzi and to crazy fans, even when people weren't as used to the two of you as you wanted.
You had to endure the rumors, the critics, the name calling, the people on the internet making fun of you.
It wasn't as easy as you wanted it to be. Being with someone as big as him was a problem. He was focused on football and making sure his team was good, that sometimes he forgot that he had a life outside the field.
When you took the job in Madrid, you made sure that Kylian and you were on the same page about life.
You weren't a child anymore, and the in and out type of relationships weren't your thing anymore. You want security, someone who's ready to take the next step if he needs to.
"I'm nervous about starting tomorrow." You confess to him.
"Why?' He asks, frowning. "Your second language is Spanish. You speak it so well and you have so much experience as a reporter."
"Thank you," you say, grabbing his hand. "I'm just feeling insecure, and I think being nervous isn't helping."
"You did an amazing job at the World Cup, and let me remind you that PSG hired you because of how good you were with the interviews and with the players during your internship."
You smile at him. Getting closer to kiss him. "I have to travel to Valladolid." You smile. "I'm happy about it."
The rest of the dinner was good, you two changed the topic to different ones. It was nice to be back with him and not having to see him over a screen.
When you are back home, you ask him for help with your luggage. "Heels or no heels?" You show him the shoes. "And if yes, pumps or stilettos?"
"Is both an option?" He asks, grabbing a stiletto. "I like this one, tho."
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You walk over the big tunnel of the stadium. You and the cameraman were talking about the sound.
"Mister Gonzalez asked for you to interview one of the madrid guys." He says, checking his texts.
"I'll try to get Jude." You say, making him nod.
The game was about to finish, so you needed to be quickly and try to interview Jude. Since he was the one who scored two goals, you need to be quicker than others.
When you made it to the field, you had two minutes left of the extra time the referee gave. You check the audio, and you check your reflection on your phone screen.
The stadium erupts in happiness as the Real Madrid wins. You smile at how the team runs to the field.
You noticed the smile Kylian has. After all the media says about him, you are happy that he has peace and happiness with this win.
"Y/n, here comes Jude."
You nod, standing to the side of the entrance. Jude smiles at you, stopping when you try to talk to him.
"Jude, can you give us an interview? please." You smile at him.
He nods, smiling and walking with you to where the camera is. You ask if the cameraman is ready.
You began interviewing him. Jude is so happy about his two goals, he dedicates them to his parents.
"Thank you, Jude." You smile.
He walks to another group of reporters who wants to interview him. You notice how other players are still on the field.
You interview a player from Barcelona. You feel tired but have to keep a smile on your face for the sake of the interviews.
You go back to the tunnel, saying your goodbye to your team. You text Kylian, asking him if he wants you to wait for him.
He asks you to wait for him outside in the corridor. You wait there, sitting on a bench that's there.
You noticed some players leave, one of them being Jude. "Hey there Missis Reporter." He smiles at you.
"Hi Jude," You stand up to talk to him. "Thank you for the interview. My boss was happy."
"No problem." He giggles. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "Do you need a ride? I can call you an Uber."
You smile at him. You were about to answer when you hear Kylian's voice. "Jude, you forgot this."
He gives Jude a folder of things. Congratulating him for the goals. Jude smiles at him, shy at all the congratulations he's receiving.
"Hey, ready to go?" He asks you. Making you nod.
"Oh, you now her!" He smiles at the two of you. "How do you know each other?"
You were about to answer, but Kylian does it first.
"She was part of the media team at Paris Saint Germain." He says.
You nod, not thinking much of it. "And now I'm here at La Liga."
"That's amazing. Welcome to Madrid." He smiles. "Thank you, Mate. See you around"
You both say goodbye. You two walk to where the cars are. You try to grab Kylian's hand, but he's quicker and grabs his phone.
"Want some sushi?" He asks, showing you on his phone the menu of a restaurant.
"Oui oui, monsieur." You say, intertwining your arm with his. "Maybe some dumplings too." You smile at him.
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You enter Kylian's house. You have the groceries you just got. You walk to the kitchen, finding Kylian there.
"Hi." You say.
Your greetings make him turn. He smiles, moving from the wooden stool to get to you. He kisses your cheek.
"I got you all the ingredients to make your shakes in the morning." You say happily.
"You are the best." He says, kissing the top of your nose. "Let's me help you organize."
You two place the groceries while joking around. You love these moments with him. It makes you feel like falling in love again.
"Some friends are coming tonight." He says. "I wanted to ask if you can make us something for dinner."
"Mhm," you say. "Whatever you want, amour."
He smiles, showing you a recipe that he wants you to prepare. You got all the ingredients ready while he was preparing himself.
You prepared enough food for all his friends. Even making time to prepare something for them to have as a dessert.
You heard the doorbell, the maid Kylian hired to help around the house open the door. You hear a very known voice.
"Hola, can I come in?" Camavinga asks.
"Hola, Edu." You say, hugging him. "I missed you around."
"Missed you too. The National Break was hell without you there. The new reporter didn't even knew what to do."
You two make conversation. The doorbell rang again. This time, it was Vini and Jude. They were talking about some match they saw on tv.
You greet Vini while Eduardo greets Jude. You and Vini met before Kylian came to Madrid. They were friends, so he knew you.
"Take a seat in the living room, I'll get some drinks for you." You smile at them. "Kylian is getting ready. He'll be here soon."
They all nod, doing what you told them to do. You serve some drinks, get some snacks on the bowls, and take it to where they are.
Kylian joins them not that long after. They were going to see an NBA game. You didn't wanted to interrupt, so you stayed on the side.
You finish the meal while they are enjoying the game. You were so into the video you are watching that you don't notice someone entering the kitchen until that person clears their throat.
"Hello, interview girl." Jude says.
"Hello, Mister Jude Bellingham." You giggle. "Do you need anything?"
"Can I get more juice?" He asks.
You nod, grabbing his cup and serving him more liquid.
"I thought you were just Kylian's friend." He confess. "Since he introduces you as an ex coworker."
"Well, we don't shout out to the world that we are a couple." You chuckle, passing him his drink.
He nods, understanding. "Isn't it weird to interview him?"
You were about to answer when Kylian entered the kitchen asking you a question. "Amour, can you serve the food?"
You nod at him. Smiling at Jude and excusing yourself to grab the plates that Kylian handed you.
Kylian tells Jude to go sit with the others. He waits for Jude to be out off the kitchen to turn to you.
"Smells so good." He says, getting closer and kissing your lips. "I bet it tastes as good as it looks."
"I hope so." You laugh.
He helps you with taking the plates. Since they were only four people, the two of you were enough to take them out.
"I've been craving the food since I step on this house." Vini says, laughing. "It looks amazing too."
Eduardo and Jude laughed at him. Kylian helps with passing the rest of the things.
"Are you eating with us, Y/n?" Camavinga asks.
"She won't." Kylian says. "She must be tired."
You turn to him, watching him with a confused look on your face. He ignored your eyes.
"Oh, don't be silly, come eat with us." Jude says. "I don't think you only cooked for us and didn't leave a plate for yourself."
"Like I said." Kylian says. "She's tired."
The room got quiet. You look at Kylian with a neutral expression. His response seems agressive.
You smile at them. "I'll bring you guys more drinks." You say after a few moments, moving back to the kitchen.
You took a deep breath, trying to put your best smile. You walk back, the boys are talking back again.
Camavinga looks at you and smiles, posing his hand on your arm, he squish your arm as a way of asking if you were okay.
You nod, understanding what he was trying to do. You grab his arm and squish it in return.
"I'll be upstairs, I'm kind of tired, as Kylian says." You wave them a goodbye.
You can help but notice the face of the boys. Kylian was looking at his phone. He didn't even lift his head or said thank you to you like the others.
You walk upstairs, the feeling of shame grows with every step you take. You try to excuse the behavior by saying it's about the stress he's feeling.
But that wasn't the first time it happened. You just haven't noticed it.
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"He's a World Cup champion, and she's a sports reporter who got her job because she's with him." You read what the magazine says.
Melissa scuffs, rolling her eyes at the words that are coming out of your mouth. She can't believe someone took the time to write that and print it for other people to read.
"She's trying to become the new Sara." You say, laughing a little. "Well, I'm not trying to become Georgina but Sara." You laugh.
"I don't know which one is better." Melissa laughs with you, taking the magazine in her hands. "At least they printed a good picture of you."
"That's why I'm forgiving them." You joke. "Yes, they wrote that I'm a gold digger who's using my boyfriend's influence to work in Spain sports media, but on the pictures, I look amazing."
You two laugh, Melissa threw the magazine to the trash as you two walk back inside. You were enjoying a nice hot chocolate.
She prepared two snacks for you to eat while you sit on the couch and talk about life updates you have.
"When are you leaving?"
"I have to cover the Atletico de Madrid game in four hours." You say, checking the time. "And I have to be there two hours before, so in about twenty minutes."
You pick the things with her help. You excuse yourself, going to the room and picking your outfit before taking a shower.
You try to style yourself quickly, you add some natural makeup. It was winter, so you like to use a light blush.
You finish with yourself, walking downstairs and finding Melissa talking with her daughter. "Oh, Lana, you are awake!" You say happily.
She nods at you. Hiding behind her mom, making you and Melissa laugh. "Go before traffic gets worse."
You say your goodbyes to them. Hurrying to the stadium, thankfully, you got a little bit earlier than you needed.
You meet your team, helping them with preparing everything for the pre of the game. You place your mic and your earpiece.
"Mike, I'll go to the bathroom." You say, leaving your things on the side, where your things and the team things are.
You walk over the corridors, saying hi to some of the other news workers. You take your time, noticing how the players are taking theirs.
When you are back, you notice this other reporter. You roll your eyes at the presence of her. She's a bother, and you don't like her.
"I'm back." You say, playing the earpiece and your mic back in place. You check your watch. "Fifteen to get started." You say to them.
You check your makeup one last time, applying more gloss to your lips. You check if your teeth were clean from anything.
"So, did you read what Hola Magazine wrote about you?" She asks.
Your sigh, turning to her with a fake lip smile. "I didn't," you lie. "Why? What did they say?"
"Nothing, just some facts here and there."
You lift your eyebrow, facts?
You were about to answer her, but you shut your mouth. It's better that way. You know she only wants you to react.
They gave you the sign, and you two began talking to the camera. You can separate your personal life from your work life.
You don't care if Alessandra, the reporter, or any other person tells you something about you, you don't mind it.
Of course it made you feel weird. You wouldn't talk about someone the way they talk about you, or even create the rumors people create about you.
You finish with the segment, grabbing your stuff quickly and walking to the corner. You have to write down every possible thing that can help you to interview the players.
To your bad luck, Alessandra was seated next to you. You were hoping for her to be sent to the other side of the field.
You tried your best to ignore her. You don't feel like engaging in a conversation. You don't want to be her friend, and she doesn't want to be yours.
You concentrate on the game in front of you. Patiently waiting for something to happen.
You can't help but be distracted with your phone. Kylian was home, and he was trying to fond something.
You were trying to be quick and explain to him where you put that thing he's looking for. Quickly returning your attention to the game.
"Did you notice that De Paul has his girlfriend here?" She asks you. Pointing at the players' balcony. "She's an influencer."
You scan everybody at the balcony, not really being able to distinguish her away from the others.
"That's cute." You say, not giving too much attention.
"Have you ever been to Kylians' games?"
You nod, looking at the field. "Many."
She scuffs. "I mean, of course you have." She says, funny tone. "But not as a psg reporter, an fff social media person or a la liga reporter, but as his girlfriend."
You then think that you haven't been to any of his games as a girlfriend. You've been there, of course, but you were also working outside the field.
"I have." You lie. "Why?"
"Just curious." She shrugged. "Don't you love when players show off their girlfriends? It's so cute."
You nod, taking notes of an assist that Antoine did. You then look at her and nod again, you don't want to seem rude, even when you want to be.
"I never seen Kylian done that with you." She says, smirking. "If I recall, he has never mentioned you."
You knew that this was coming. Every time you guys had a kind of nice conversation, she had to be shady and threw you a comment about your private life.
"Why would he?" You ask, eyebrow raised. "His private life is only his."
"Oh, I know." She says, pressing a hand to her chest. "I just feel for you. I can't imagine being hide in so cleared light."
You shake your head no. "I'm not hidden."
"I mean, if you say so." She chuckles. "But if I'm honest, I wouldn't be surprised if next season you are not with us anymore."
You were about to answer her, but the referee marked the end of the first half. You excuse yourself, you place the notebook down, grab your bag and walking to the tunnel before the players.
You walk into the bathroom, locking yourself in one. You breathe a few times, trying to calm the urge to drag her by the hair.
You walk out, finding other reporters. You wash your hands and say a quick hi and goodbye to them. You grab your phone, texting Kylian to ask him if he found what he wanted.
He texted you a picture of him with a thumbs up. You reply with a picture of the corridor.
You try your best to keep calm. You don't want to make a scene by telling her to shut up or to mind her business.
You won't fall for that.
You can't help but not be able to concentrate the whole game. Rodrigo De Paul scored a goal, making a hand signal for his new girlfriend.
Something inside of you is making you feel some type of way.
As much as you act as if you are okay with the whole < private but not secret > kind of relationship Kylian wants.
You want to be able to go out and have fun with him at clubs and not be locked in the vip room away from the other people at the club.
You wanted to be able to go to the movies and not have to rent the movie or a whole cinema room for the two of you.
Or maybe be able to not feel like you are doing something wrong when you post about him on your Instagram stories.
You also know that being with him meant not doing a lot of "normal" things that common people do on a daily basis.
Or normal couples, like going to the park to spend a quiet time, you can't go to the mall and just shop around or have a meal without having dozens of people and paparazzi outside, waiting for him.
Sometimes you just want to be able to act like a normal couple and to be seen as something more than just the girl he's hiding.
Not the first time people called you that.
Not the first time people acted as if you were a gold digger who's about to baby trap him into giving you his fortune.
You have accepted that people are going to tell you that.
What you can't seem to accept is that he prefers for you to endorse the comments, hate, and critics over him issuing a statement for people to leave you alone and to stop the comments.
You make yourself believe that is because he's trying to show that others have no power over his private life.
But he has defended different things about that same private life.
Why can't he defend you like that?
You can barely concentrate during the interviews, making general questions instead of the ones you wrote on your notes.
Some of your teammates asked you if you were okay, worried about you looking so down. You blame it on probably coming with a cold.
Your boss told you that you could skip the next game. He didn't want you to work sick and coming with something worse than the cold.
You checked and noticed that the next game you were scheduled for was a Real Sociedad game in five days. This means that you are able to watch the Real Madrid game.
You feel happy, you weren't working and your boyfriend was playing. You will finally be able to see him play as his girlfriend and not as the reporter in the corner of the field.
You can't wait!
You enter your home happy and excited to share the news with Kylian. You left your bag and notebook in the entrance as you walk upstairs to find him.
Melissa and lana were back in Paris, meaning that the only person in the house apart from your boyfriend was Bryce.
"Bonjour!" You say, smiling at him.
He was on his phone, putting it aside when you walked inside. "Bonjour, amour." He says, opening his arms to you.
You close the door behind you and run to the bed. You jump carefully into his arms. "I missed you."
He chuckles, kissing your cheeks. "You saw me a few hours ago."
"I know." You say dramatically, sighing. "But I missed you all day long."
He grabs the back of your neck, bringing you closer. His lips crashed with yours, starting a kiss.
You let it happen for a while, relaxing into his arms. You almost forget about the news you want to share with him.
"Stop." You say between kisses. "I have to tell you something."
"Can it wait?" He asks before going back to your lips.
You shake your head no, "it's good news." You smile, placing your hands on each side of his head and lifting yourself. Now you are siting on top of him.
He places his hands behind his head. "Okay, go on." He says with a smirk on his face.
"My boss gave me good news." You start.
"You are getting promoted?" He asks, teasing you.
"No, I don't think we can get promoted here." You say. "Okay, so the news are-"
"You are covering the next clásico?"
"Well." You think for a second. "They don't even think about the next clásico yet. But, I wanted to say-"
"I'm thinking about the next clásico." He says, almost laughing at your desperation.
He knows that you love to say the good news quickly, so he loves to tease you and interrupt you as much as he can with questions.
"Kylian! Let me spit it out."
"Oh, pardon." He chuckles. "I just thought you like to swallow."
You can't help but blush. "I'm not reacting to that." You say. "I-"
"Oh, amour." He laughs. "Those rosy cheeks already did." He takes on hand from behind his head to your face, squishing your cheeks.
You take his hand into yours. "Let me finish!" You whine. He laughs and nods. "My boss gave me a few days off, meaning I can come to your next game!"
You don't seem to catch it, but his smile fades a little. "Oh, really?"
"Si!" You say. "Aren't you happy?" You ask.
He nods, a lip smile on his face. "I just thought that you might want to relax. You know how tiring games are."
You shake your head no. "I can take it." You say, leaning down to give him a kiss. "I want to see my champ play." You smile at him.
"Are you sure?"
You think he's just teasing you, not giving it mind that deep down, he hopes that you say that he's right and that you'll stay home.
"I mean, I'll need a jersey because I don't know where mine is, but other than that, yes."
He sighs. "I'll get you one tomorrow, I'll also ask for them to give me another ticket."
The tone was flat, not a single drop of excitement. You catch a little bit of that.
"You okay?" You ask, frowning a little.
He nods. "Want me to make you a sandwich?" He asks, changing the subject.
"Mmm, with extra cheese?" You ask.
"With extra love, bébé." He says, using one arm to lift himself with you still in top of him. "Love you."
"I love you more." You kiss him. "Very very much." You smile.
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"Do you like it?" You ask him, waiting patiently for his answer.
He shakes his head. "Honestly. No, I don't." He says. Your smile drops, and you are about to get worried, but the way his lips curve in a smile. "I love it."
You smile, giving him a hug. "I made it with so much love." You say, grabbing his face and giving him a kiss.
"You are going to make me fat, a very loved fat footballer." He laughs, pecking your lips. "Did you enjoy the game?" He asks, kissing your forehead.
"I did." You nod, hugging him tighter. "You did amazing, champ." You smile. "I love seeing you play."
You let Kylian finish the food, still hugging him. You let him take his time with the food, and you yourself take some time to carefully caress his face.
You are so I'm love with that man.
"You are an amazing chef." He smiles, his nose bumping yours. "Want to go upstairs and watch your show?" He asks.
You nod, smiling like crazy.
"You have that early meeting tomorrow?"
"Noup, tomorrow is still free." You smile, grabbing the plate and walking to the sink, leaving the plate there. "Why?"
He hugs you from behing, his lips kissing behind your ear. "I just want to spend some time with you?"
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You walked back inside the house, it was still early. You had an early game, and you are able to rest before dinner.
"Ky! Are you home?" You ask, leaving your belongings on the table next to the door.
You take the phone out of your purse, you notice that there was no text from Kylian other than the one where he asked you something.
You call him, trying to see if he was maybe out with a friend or up in the bedroom. You got into voice mail, deciding to ring him another time.
You walk into the kitchen, hungry for something sweet. You find the lady who helps you with the cleaning there.
"Hi!" You say to her. "You are here late. Is everything okay?"
She nods. "I was waiting for you." She answers.
"You are so sweet for waiting," you smile at her. "Do you happen to know where Kylian is?"
She nods again. "He left with Mister Tchaga to maybe somewhere important because he was very elegant dressed."
You frown a little bit, he never talked about any gala or anything like that, he even asked you if you wanted take out for dinner earlier in the morning. Maybe she was confused and they went to a party or something last minute.
"Mister Mbappe told his friend that you didn't feel well. Even asked me to wait for you to see if you feel sick when you return from work."
You feel more confused than before. Why would he lie about you? If he thinks that you are not well, maybe he should have asked you directly.
"If you want me to, I can prepare you something." She offers. "I know some remedies my mother used to give my brothers and me. Very effective."
You smile at her. "Gracias, I'll see how my night goes, and if I still feel sick in the morning, I'll let you know."
She nods, saying goodbye to you. You excuse yourself and walk upstairs. You open the door to your shared room and notice two suits.
One was thrown in the bed, and the other one was on the chair next to your bed. You can't help the confusing thoughts.
Did he mention the event?
Did you forget about it?
Did you say no?
You open X, trying to see if you can find any info about what this. It didn't take you that much work because as soon as the app loads, you find a tweet of a fan page.
It was a football gala for The Best. They were getting an invitation because they were getting some kind of awards there and also on the field.
Most of the players, if not all of the ones who have a partner, brought their partner. They were all posing for the cameras.
You feel hurt.
Kylian didn't even care about asking you.
Yes, you had work, but asking wouldn't take more than a few seconds. Plus, the game was at two pm. You stayed more than you should in the stadium because you were free.
If he asked you about it, you could have asked someone to cover for you or left right after the game.
You try to ignore the crying sensation. You need to talk about it with him. Maybe it was a big misunderstanding. Maybe you are exaggerating.
You take a shower, washing the stress you are feeling away. The hot water makes you relax, clear your mind from the names you want to call Kylian.
You do your normal routine. You want to be clean for bed, even tho there was still a long wait before bed, you wanted to rest.
You turn on your favorite show, watching some episodes. But you ended up disassociating into your own thoughts.
You took a little nap, trying to calm your mind from the noise. As people say, a good nap can fix everything.
You wake up, noticing the sun wasn't there anymore, you check your phone and noticed you have a few texts, it was the chauffeur. He sent you a few texts letting you know that he picked food for you per Kylian's request.
You thank him. Leaving the comfort of your sheets and walking downstairs to pick it up. You check the time on your phone 8:17 pm.
You overslept, you originally wanted an hour nap or so, but you don't have to be mad at the rest cause it felt amazing.
You open the bag, checking that it has your favorite food inside, you may be mad at Kylian, but he kind of won the privilege of not getting 1 of the 20 names you have ready for him.
You decide to eat in the kitchen, not wanting to get your sheets dirty. You seat on the big table he picked for the house.
Maybe it's your anger, maybe it's the disappointment, maybe it's just the fact that you now notice things.
But one thing you never noticed was how alone you were in that big cold house.
You had to eat alone most of the times, you have to wake up alone most of the days, you have to sleep alone because he was out or late training in the gym.
You never really made mind of how much it bothered you. Maybe because as you said "it's because he's not a normal person."
You finish the food, taking the containers to the trash. You wash the fork and knife you used, wanting to leave the kitchen as clean as it was before.
You were drying your hands when you hear the front door. You stayed quiet, not wanting to face him when you know Bryce was with him.
They talk a little bit, you can even hear Bryce ask if he knows how you feel.
Mad.
That's how you feel.
You hear them move upstairs, you wait a little bit more, wanting for Bryce to get into the guest room.
When you hear both door closing it when you know you have to get upstairs. You open the door, watching him get out of the closet.
"Hey!" He smiles. "I was looking for you."
You humm, walking to the bathroom and brushing your teeth. You take a few breathes before walking back to the room and get into the covers.
You wait for him to finish his routine. He was happy, you can tell ny the big smile on his face and how he was humming a song.
Before he could reach the sheets with his hand, you talk.
"How was the gala?" You ask, a very monotone voice.
"Amazing, very simple but kind of long." He answers as if nothing is wrong. "How was the game?"
"Why did you tell Bryce that I was sick?" You ask, not answering his question. "Not only I'm not sick but also I'm very mad at the fact that you lied!"
You try to keep your composure. You don't want to yell, you don't want to fight, you just want an explanation.
He stayed quiet, looking at you with a blank expression on his face.
"You are suddenly voiceless?" You ask. "You never told me about any gala, I had to find out via social media what it was." You continue.
"I did." He says.
"Don't." You say with a very stern tone. "You didn't, and you know it."
"I did." He repeats. "You probably didn't pay attention."
"Okay, when did you tell me?" You ask him, trying to prove a point.
"Why are you acting like this?" He asks, rolling his eyes. "I had an amazing day, can you drop it?"
"No, I can't. When did you asked me?"
He hides his face into his hands. "God, you can be annoying." He shout. "Probably like two weeks ago."
"Lies!" You shout back. "I was in Sevilla."
"Then when you came back!"
"You were in Valencia." You say. "You didn't tell me. And that doesn't even matter, what matter here is that you could've told me < Hey, y/n I forgot to tell you about this event, sorry about it> But no, you lie to me and you told your friends and even our maid that I was sick!"
He doesn't answer.
"Why?" You ask. "Why are you doing this?"
He shrug, not putting a little bit of care into it.
"Have you ever noticed that you never took me to any of your galas?" You ask, the sadness in your voice is evident. "Kylian, what is wrong? Talk to me!"
He rolls his eyes again, grabbing the pillow. He was trying to get out of the situation by leaving the room.
"Where are you going?" You ask, throwing the sheets off of you. "You are not leaving until we are done with this conversation, sir." You warn him.
You take the pillow away out of his hands. "Stop that." He says.
"I will, once you and I have a talk." You say, throwing the pillow back on the bed. "I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."
"You don't have to!" He yells. "We are fine."
"How are we fine?" You yell back, not caring about his friend or anything else. "Kylian, you are doing this on purpose."
"You are crazy." He says, walking into the bathroom. He slams the door, leaving you alone. "You are losing your mind!" He yells again.
You try to calm down, you need to have a serious conversation with him, and screaming won't get you to it.
You wait for him to get out of the bathroom. When he sees that you are not giving up, he groans.
"Can you not?" He asks. "You ruined my night."
The way his voice soundes so dark makes you shiver. He didn't even care that what he's doing is hurting you.
"I can say the same thing to you." You say with the same tone. "We can resolve this if you just tell me what the fuck is going on!"
"What do you want me to say?" He asks.
You shake your head. "The truth!"
"I haven't even noticed that you never came to one of my galas, maybe because you are not the center of my focus and attention."
That hurts.
"Okay," you nod. "I just want to know if this is going to continue, because I'm honestly so tired of this shit."
He shakes his head. "I don't know, are you going to keep acting this way?"
"Why am I being blamed?" You ask, angry at his attitude. "Kylian, you are the one who wanted this relationship to be off camera. Yes, I agreed. But I never agreed to being toss aside like if I'm not worth a shit."
You feel your eyes getting teary, you don't want him to say that you are creating a drama or anything. So you clean them quickly.
"I love you," you say to him. "Don't you love me like I do?"
He stays quiet, letting the minutes pass.
You never thought the silence can become so loud to the point that it feels like screams. You understood so much with that passive agressive action.
"Are you ashamed of me?" You ask. "I mean, you meet me as a reporter and you asked me to be your girlfriend when I was working as a reporter. So maybe I'm lost, but I don't get when we got to this point."
"I asked you to leave your work and come with me to Madrid." He says. "But you told me that you wanted to keep working on the media and even suggested a long distance relationship."
"Because I love my job, Kylian." You answer. "Is that a problem? You knew that I wasn't someone who was going to sit around and wait for you to come home with a fresh cooked meal and some fresh ironed clothes."
"Couldn't you just sacrifice something for me?" He asks. "I mean, you have everything here! You have a maid, look at this house and you don't even need to pay anything, not a single bill."
"So you wanted me to just leave my work and become your stay at home girlfriend?" You ask. "Would that be better? Would you be prouder of me?"
"Maybe" He says. The tone of honesty is what hurted the most.
"I worked my ass off since college to get where I am." You began. "Yes, you got me this job, and thank you for that. But if the price I have to pay is that you feel like I'm not good enough, then maybe I do have to change!" You say.
He nods, walking over to you. "I promise you that everything will be worth it." He says, smiling at your quick comprehension. "I'll give you everything you want."
You take a few steps back. "I don't think you understand." You say.
"quoi?"He asks, confused.
"Kylian, I'm not changing my job." You chuckle.
Maybe it was the pain turning into a laughing situation. Maybe it was a coping mechanism.
"Then what are you changing?" He asks, still confused.
"You." You say, smiling a little. "We are done."
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acexsmhking · 3 days ago
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TICCI TOBY WITH A THING FOR KNUCKLE RUBBING LORD I BEG THAT IS THE REQUEST
𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲
(𝗮𝗱𝘃.) 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗮𝘆
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Toby relationship knacks
note: i actually just got done with a full sobbing breakdown so this ask genuinely made me giggle i love you😭😂
Warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff nothing else<3 kinda..
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No cause Anon you’re so right, like idk about anyone else but I LOVE knuckle rubs just in general and Toby 100% rubs your knuckles. All of them!!
Especially that little knuckle bone on your wrist tho I guess that’s a wrist bone.. what the difference..
But omg Toby LOVES hands; he loves holding your hand, kissing your fingers, your palms, EVERYTHING!
Toby is a very very touchy grabby feely person like 98.99% of the time. Of course he has his moments where that depression or anxiety hits all of us and he just,.. cannot handle any human interaction
But trust! He is holding your hands, thumb rubbing your knuckles, occasionally bringing your hand up to kiss.
And Toby is actually very open about PDA. Toby doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions or feelings if it isn’t you.. Tim.. Brian.. and Kate. So. Like. Ya know.
He keeps it more PG around them but 100% expect that if Toby ever does wiggle his way into town with you to go shopping he will slap your ass no care
So yeah no one is like shocked by just HOW often he kisses your knuckles. And it’s a lot
Toby pretty much is always with you, sure he heads off for house chores and maintenance and food but other that Toby is with you the whole 24HRS.
So he just… holds your hand. It’s really great actually. Toby doesn’t sweat, and he’s pretty chill not necessarily cold. So like it’s weirdly comfortable and satisfying to hold his hand
Sometimes he’ll hold your hand in his mouth if he’s doing something but still wants some body part of yours
We love the little cutie patootie
Toby 100% is the kinda guy that holds your hand when you guys have sex. I mean it, he loves it. He craves it. It’s just so.. close and intimate like those sappy old adult movies
*sobs*
Not to mention if YOU kiss his knuckles? Yeah he feels his heart tingle; back flipping, doing the tango. Toby is a very big emotion feeler. He feels rather intensely a majority of the time
Like he will break down crying holding your face telling you how much he loves you…
Me with my dog
But he is just a sucker for love. Don’t get me wrong, yes Toby has his moments, and his flaws, and lingering issues. But at the end of the day it genuinely is.. exhausting. And Toby isn’t just some emotionally stupid person he’s stupidly smart if anything lol
Especially canonically
And sometimes after eating a family of five, with your weird demon friend and masked adoptive mom you just wanna go home to your beloved and hold hands
Nothing wrong with that..
Omg going on dates Toby 100% holds your hand across the table. I don’t make the rules
(Ok sure your dates are always at home or the picnic table he built for you but it still counts)
He also LOVEEES how your hands feel, especially that soft skin one your knuckles. He had very very worked hands and just lovessss the differences in textures it itches something in his brain
Ride him, hold his hands as you bounce he will get you pregnant. Sucks if your a guy or mtf he don’t give a fuck. m!preg bitch take that
All in all. While Toby is 99.98% of the time a chaotic bundle of cannibalism, weird morals, demon possession and neurodivergence when he’s with you his only the neurodivergent and chaos LMAO
someone draw Toby kissing some hands<3
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: ̗̀➛ Thank you again for this ask I have actually been so stupidly stressed today and this made me feel better. I promise Deer anon and other anon I am working on your requests too!! Just well tumblr decided not to save half the progress LMAO deer anon yours should come out tomorrow! — Ace
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lesmiix · 1 day ago
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hii!! could you write hcs/oneshot of hyun-ju finding out reader has a daughter? like how she would react and bond with her?
have a lovely day/night!! ❤️
Hyun-ju finding out you have a daughter!
Hyun-ju x Fem!reader
Summary: You started dating Hyun-ju not so long ago, but she still doesn't know you have a daughter.
a/n: OMG THIS IS SOOOO CUTE Thank you so much for this request!!!
Hyun-ju requests are OPEN
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You would have told Hyun-ju about your daughter not too long after you two have started dating, maybe 3-4 weeks later.
Wether you told her accidentally or directly.
"So, uhh... Hyun-ju, there's something I really need to tell you." You said nervously, playing with your hands, you really didn't want to take too long on telling her that little secret, so you decided to tell her right after having dinner in a really nice restaurant.
"Sure, what is it?" She asked, seeing the nervoursness in your face.
"I... uh... I had a boyfriend some years ago, it was not the best relationship but we were too immature to realize what we were doing so... I ended up getting pregnant and..." You chuckled a bit. "When I told him about it, we had a really bad fight and then he just dissapeared. I didn't have the guts to abort her, so... well... I understand if you want us to stop having all of these little dates." You couldn't stare at her in the eyes, fearing to see any disgust or dissapointment look on her face.
After some seconds of silence, you heard a soft giggle.
"That's okay, pretty girl, I don't have any problem with that so, can you tell me more about her?" She said after letting a small peak on your soft lips.
She would be the best mother ever, as a result of her childhood traumas, she wouldn't want your daughter to go through the same tough stuff as her did, so she would always make sure that the little girl knew she could trust her 2 mommies.
She'd help you preparing her food, and if she was still a baby and you were not at home, she'd be the most delicate while preparing the milk, always being really carefull with the temperature. If you decided to breastfeed her, she would silently watch you both with a cute smirk on her face, resting her head on your shoulder, wondering what has she done to deserve such a beautiful family.
Hyun-ju doesn't really like to stay at home all day everyday, so she would make plans for the three of you, like going to an aquarium, amusment parks, small trips on close cities or simply going shopping to the mall.
She truly loved spending time watching movies or playing hide and seek with your daughter, even though sometimes you and your girlfriend needed some privacity and hired a babysitter for the night.
Before you moved in together, if you had to work until very late, you'd call her to ask if she could babysit your daughter for a while until you got home.
"Hey, my love, I'm going to stay a little longer at work tonight, is it okay if I asked you to babysit Sheila? I'll try to finish as soon as I can, I won't take too long, maybe three hours more, I guess... I just have a ton of paperwork to fi-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as she cut you off.
"Baby, it's okay, take the time you need, I'm on my way"
As Hyun-ju doesn't have contact with her parents anymore, you would spend christmas with your family.
She would be this kind of "respectful parenting" mom, like, she would NEVER raise her voice or her hand at her, but NEVER NEVER NEVER, doesn't matter how bad your daughter screwed up. They would have a long chat if she did something bad, but Hyun-ju would speak to her very softly.
Overall, she would be the greatest mother your daughter could have ever had.
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a/n: AWW I loved how this turned out!! 😭
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meanbossart · 2 days ago
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Triple question here (started as one, then I got to thinking).
We've all seen Bhaalist Drow (that man can get it), but what would an Absolutist Drow look like? How'd he turn out if he controls the Elder Brain?
Alternatively, what would the dynamic between Bhaalist Drow and Ascended Astarion be like? Or AA and non-Bhaalist drow?
This is kind of a cop-out, but the supposed aftermath of the "control the brain" endings are really boring to me 😭 don't get me wrong, the actual cinematics and lines since patch 7 are AWESOME, but I can't think of any interesting followups after you become the literal absolute leader of the whole Sword Coast, y'know? Maybe that's a failure on my part.
Which is why in DU drow's evil ending I canonize that he can't fully control the brain with the stones - but he can keep it UNDER control and therefore uses it as a bargaining chip to further his own political games on the long-run and govern with fear.
Regardless of alignment, post-amnesia DU drow is always strongly opposed to the concept of the Absolute and relying on a more powerful force to achieve his goals (besides his own father). He used to be on-board with it pre-game, but that changes after everything that happens during the campaign and ESPECIALLY once he finds out how Orin used it to take him down.
So, basically, it's hard for me to come up with an answer to your first question because that would have to be a very different character. There isn't really a version of himself where he becomes that specific brand of evil without Bhaal's influence - even without Shadowheart or Jaheira to lead him down a slightly better path, a redemptive DU drow is more likely to become a full on murderer and cannibal rather than want to strip the earth of the ability to fight back - that's half the fun of it, after all.
As for Ascended Astarion, that's another branching path in this story that I'm still planning on exploring 😇 similarly to how we occasionally dip into the Bhaalist timeline for the drow.
An universe where both AA and Bhaalist DU drow exist would be tricky, since AA gives a tav the ultimatum of either being turned into his spawn or ending the relationship. I realize I could retcon this, but I don't want to - it feels core to that version of his character to want to have control over his partner IMMEDIATELY, and take the rejection as a betrayal. "Normal" DU Drow would never accept to be turned into a vampire spawn - Bhaalist DU drow would take the offer alone as an insult, not to mention do everything in his power to keep Astarion from ascending in the first place.
So, a romantic relationship between Bhaalist DU drow and Ascended Astarion simply wouldn't survive. In fact, I think they would very shortly after kill each other because of the ever-competing size of their egos.
Things wouldn't work too differently between normal DU drow and Ascended Astarion, save for the fact that DU would leave him alive and (hopefully) vice-versa. The person he fell in love with isn't there anymore and now encompasses everything he finds most irritating and off-putting - the exuberance, the pompousness, the thinly veiled desperation - he would lose his patience with AA right off the bat and from that point on they could hardly be in the same room together. Fortunately, Shadowheart and Jaheira would be around to keep DU drow from going off the deep-end after that.
There is one timeline where Ascended Astarion could really thrive, though:
I haven't gone much into the third possible outcome for a Dark Urge yet, but it is one where A.Astarion proposition would seem a lot harder to turn down - if not be the only choice he has left.
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furioussheepluminary · 11 hours ago
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𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭
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Pairing: nerd!jisung x popular!afab!reader, secret friends, highschool!au, nonidol!au
Synopsis: it was just a tutoring class. Just. God, but the way he wanted you to be his...every time he saw you with the popular guys. He would make you know how much he needed you.
Warnings: secret friends because of reader's reputation, Jisung wants to be more, needy!jisung (I love me some of that), jealousy, severely suggestive, swearing
A/n: y'all should leave me alone I can't write smut so live with this 😭
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The stuffed library was quiet for a Thursday afternoon, save for the occasional rustling of paper and muffled coughs. You sat in front of Jisung at one of the far tables, pen tapping against your notebook as he explained some theory in economics. The cost of production, was it? You really couldn’t care less about it. His voice was soft, a little shaky, and you know it had nothing to do with economics.
It was you. It was always you. you could tell by the way he would stare in every class, darting his eyes elsewhere while chewing the back of his pen when you caught onto him. When you walked past him and his weird friends at the cafeteria, you were certain one of them was ogling. When you had asked him to tutor you for the semester, he was impulsively acceptive. He came early to the locations, poured his heart out in the subjects you struggled with and always helped you do your assignments. Cute right? Yeah, but like, he wasn’t that important to you. And he knew unfortunately.
You glanced up from your paper, eyes narrowing at the way he kept fidgeting as he spoke. His pen hovered above his notebook, sketching a graph on something you couldn’t remember. Jisung smelled like faint chocolate and cedarwood, his hair falling over his glasses as he furrowed his brows. He was cute, cute, sweet and nerdy in a way your friends would never understand. They also never understood why you even talked to Jisung. He looked up at you.
“Did you understand me?” Your eyes met. You blinked blankly at then smiled. “No, baby I think you have to explain it to me one more time. I just love the sound of your voice honestly.” He blushed and looked down.
“You need to stop doing that.” He looked at his notebook, pushing his glasses back into position.
You pouted. “Stop doing what?”
“Lying.”
You were confused. Jisung would normally blush and play along with your stupid flirting. In fact, he would take them seriously. “You okay, Sungie?” you asked acting less concerned about his reaction. “Aren’t you meant to be giggling and blushing and all that?”
His jaw clenched, and for a second, you thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he turned to you eyes flickering with something raw and desperate that it made you straighten your posture.
“No,” he muttered, voice rough. “I’m not okay.”
Your brow furrowed. “Why? You not feeling well or something?”
Its not that. Oh, hell no it wasn’t. He was alive and well. Well enough to see you today dressed in his hair color, clothing that obviously wasn’t allowed as uniform. Well enough to drown himself in his perfume for you. Well enough rehearse his greetings and awful jokes to you four times in the mirror. He was so well he had enough strength to literally jack off to the thought of how your skirt rode up when you sat with your girls during lunch. But he couldn’t tell you how much of a pervert he’d been for you. That’s disgusting. He wanted to be a good boy. Your good boy. You had told him that the relationship between the two of you— if it ws even fit to be called a relationship, was strictly professional and secret. None of your friends had to know he was tutoring you. Oh, and how he hated being your secret. He didn’t want to be your secret anymore. And that? That was the problem.
“Look, Jisung,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair. “I get that this whole tutor-friend thing is confusing for you, but let’s not make it weird, okay? You here to teach and I’m here to learn.”
His hand clenched around his pen, knuckles whitening. You could see the tension radiating off him, and for a second, you wondered if you'd crossed a line.
"Weird?" Jisung repeated, voice low and taut. "You're the one making it weird.” Your brows furrowed. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
He rolled his eyes and dropped the pen."It means I can't keep doing this." His voice cracked, frustration spilling into every syllable. "Sitting here, pretending I'm okay with being invisible to you outside this library—like I'm just your little nerdy helper while you go out there and let everyone else see the side of you I want.”
You want? Hold up, what?
"Jisung—”
"I like you," he cut you off, voice trembling. "I have for a long time, okay? But you don't care. You don’t even see me that way.”
"All I asked for was tutoring, Jisung. I didn't ask for this," you said coolly, folding your arms across your chest. "You're the one who keeps making it complicated.” His breath hitched, and for a second, you thought he'd back down. But then he leaned forward, voice low and rough with desperation.
Oh. Well you didn't expect him to be that blunt about it. But then again you weren't really surprised at his approach. You'd always known he had a thing for you. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. But you couldn't let it matter. C’mon you had a reputation to keep up. Imagine how the whole school would look at you if they found out you were dating Jisung.
"Yeah? Well, maybe I don’t care anymore."
The fire in his eyes made your stomach twist, a flicker of guilt gnawing at your insides. He looked different—less timid, more desperate. Like he was ready to snap.
“You don't care? You do realize my grades are on the line right? Don't push it, Jisung.” You spoke, your tone raising a bit.
A hint of regret flashed in his eyes. No no no. He's sorry, he does care. Really, he does.
But he has to prove his point now. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "God, do you even realize what you do to me? The way you talk, the way you dress, how you look at me with that stupid smile when you want something... It drives me insane." His voice cracked, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, like he was trying to pull himself together.
You opened your mouth to respond, but he wasn’t done.
"And then you hang out with them." His voice softened, breaking into a raw whisper. "Those fucked up jocks who knows nothing about you. Guys who get to be seen with you. They touch your arm, laugh with you, and look at you like they own you." He swallowed hard, lips trembling. "And I’m just... here. Invisible. The guy you only call when you need help with homework.”
He saw you with them? You never took those boys seriously you'd just hang out with them.
“Jisung, it’s not like that—”
Don’t lie to me," he cut you off, eyes shimmering. "I know what I am to you. A secret. Someone who doesn't matter. But God, I wish I didn’t care." His voice shook as he leaned closer, his need palpable. "I wish I could stop thinking about how your skirt rides up when you sit, or how your perfume stays on my hoodie after we sit here for hours.”
You felt your face heat, heart racing at the bluntness of his confession. He's been looking at your skirt?
"And I hate it," he added desperately. "I hate that I want you this much, even when you make me feel like I’m nothing." His breath hitched. "But I still want you.”
Oh, fuck. None of the dudes you dated were ever this blunt. Or this cautious. The vulnerability in his voice made your defenses waver. You’d always liked the power you held over him—the way he was yours to command in this little bubble. But now? Now, it felt like that power was slipping through your fingers.
"Jisung..." you began, unsure of what to say.
He exhaled shakily. "Just tell me what to do," he whispered, voice raw with need. "You want me to stop tutoring you? Fine I'll stop. You want me to leave you alone? Heck, you won't even see me anymore. You want me to embarrass myself in front of the whole school? I'll do whatever you want if it means I can have a piece of you. Please."
The desperation in his words hung between you, suffocating and electric. And for the first time, you weren’t sure if you could keep pretending this was just tutoring. Jisung has always been harmless— cute, eager to please, a bit to obvious with his feelings. But this? This was raw, desperate and far too real. And it made you uncomfortable.
He was good for you.
“Jisung you need to understand the kind of lives we have, are different.”
Lies. Fucking lies.
He looked like you’d punched him in the gut. "So that’s it?" he asked quietly, voice cracking. "You don’t care? Not even a little?”
You bit your lip an squeezed your eyes. Man, fuck your reputation.
Jisung's face was flushed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His eyes glistened, filled with frustration and need that tugged at something deep inside you. You hated it—hated how he made you feel like you were losing control. But more than that, you hated the way your body reacted to his vulnerability. The way your pulse thrummed at the thought of wiping that hurt expression off his face in a way that words couldn't.
"Come with me," you whispered suddenly, grabbing his wrist.
"W-What?" he stammered, but you didn’t give him a chance to protest. You pulled him up from his chair, weaving through the rows of bookshelves until you found a secluded corner hidden from prying eyes.
"Y/N— What are you doing?!"
You shoved him back against the bookshelf, your breath hot and heavy. His eyes widened, shock flickering across his face.
"Destroying my reputation. Is this what you wanted?" you whispered, your voice low and daring. "Is this what you've been craving, Jisung?"
He swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no sound came out. His silence only fueled you further.
"Answer me," you demanded, your body pressing against his. "Y-Yeah," he choked out, his voice breaking. "God, yeah."
You didn't wait. Your lips crashed against his, fierce and unapologetic. His gasp melted into a needy whimper as he clung to you, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist. The sweet taste of him mixed with desperation, and it ignited something reckless inside you. His glasses tilted awkwardly, and you pulled back just long enough to yank them off, tossing them onto the nearby shelf. "Better," you murmured against his lips before kissing him again.
Jisung whimpered, the sound raw and needy as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His fingers dug into your hips, like he was afraid you'd pull away. But you weren't going anywhere—not right now.
"You drive me crazy," he whispered against your mouth, as you bit down on his lower lip. He shuddered, pressing harder against you. "I want you," he admitted breathlessly. "God, I want you so bad.” Your heart raced, his desperation feeding your own wild energy. His words melted any resolve you had left. You nipped at his lip, pulling a soft gasp from him, before you trailed kisses down his jawline.
“You really do like being my secret, huh?” You teased against his skin. “Only mine?”
He groaned, his voice thick with need “Yes. Please—just—” You chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah? Is this what you've been thinking about when your supposed to be tutoring me?”
His face flushed, but he didn't deny it. “Yes,” he admitted hoarsely. “Every damn time.”
The rawness in his voice ignited something in you. You silenced him with another kiss, not caring about the library, the rules, or what anyone would think if they saw you. Right now, there was only Jisung, entirety and desperately yours.
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yay! Second one! I swear all your gonna get from me are heated moments and all. I can't write smut for the life of me 😭. Han's one of my wreckers so I see myself writing for him more.
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~kc 💗
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zepskies · 1 day ago
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Aww thanks for the shoutout, my friend! This format for HCs is just so fun, right? It's really cool for me to see how it's caught on in the fandom of Jackles characters! And now, I'm very excited to dive into some Valentine's Day fluff. 😍😍
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Dean-o:
Dean isn't big on Valentine's Day and romance. Not because he thinks it's an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn't know how to be romantic.
Oooh this is so true for Dean. He's only had like, what, two real relationships in his life? With Lisa, I feel like we got a sense that they were loving partners, but the show didn't dive all that deep into what their relationship actually looked like romantically. (One of my biggest gripes honestly. Outing myself here: I shipped Dean x Lisa hard back in the day and was heartbroken when they broke her and Dean up and wrote her and Ben out of the show the way they did. 😭)
But anyway lol, back to your lovely headcanon. I love this because Dean really does show that he cares in his actions -- not in big grand gestures, but in the little every day things, as well as in the way he would protect and care for his girl, "taking care of you when you're injured," etc.
What a lovely turn in the ending though!! He decked out the Dean Cave, I love it!! 😍 That's a big gesture he could 100% pull off. 💕
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Ahaha not him getting flustered because he's not used to being given unconditional affection. *breaks my heart and knits it back together at the same time* 🥹
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Benjamin:
LOL "old school" is an understatement with this guy for sure, but it very much tracks that he'd go all out for V-Day. He's got money to burn, and I feel like he'd enjoy trying to impress his girl with all the fanfare of a beautiful night out. (I explored that idea in Lost on You for sure.)
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💀💀 omfg you nailed him there. 💯 😂
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Dear lord I get so freakin' weak for the hand on the small of the back. 😭 plss
But I cacked at the "not being an award for bad acting." 😂😂 Ben does have that old-school charm in spades though, so I don't blame her for letting some of that caveman mentality go. lmao
However this:
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omfggg Ben. So accurate, and somehow it's still sexy 😅 (there might be something wrong with me. It's fine.)
I also like the contrast between Dean's card and SB's card at the end -- Ben's not asking questions. He's more straightforward and demanding that you're his. 👌🏽🫠
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Beau Beau:
Awww sweet cowboy sheriff. 🥹 He really is making up for past mistakes and going all out!
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LMAO I loved this entire section for so many reasons -- Beau's southern charm and chivalry, the good dose of realism coming from the reader, plus that one at the end making me cackle. 🤣
I really like how she manages to surprise him back though. What a perfect gift for Beau, giving him quality time, and some peace and tranquility. 💗 I would love a lakehouse cabin getaway with this guy. Feel like that would be the perfect cozy vibes. ❤️
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Russ:
Very on-brand indeed that he's the one you can't quite pin down (at first). 😅 His job really would make things difficult to make a relationship work, even with the reader soldiering through and trying to be unaffected that she thinks he won't be around for Valentine's Day.
His homecoming is so very sweet though! What a lovely reunion moment. 🥹
I loved ALL of these HCs, Wayne, but I'm torn between Dean and Beau on this one. So very sweet for this hopeless romantic!~ 💞
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Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕
(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)
Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader
Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst
A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)
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Dean:
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Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.
You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.
You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.
You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.
You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.
He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.
So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.
However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.
He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.
He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.
There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?
You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”
Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”
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Soldier Boy:
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To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.
Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.
If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.
First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.
Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.
He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.
His attention is only on you.
He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.
He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.
He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.
He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.
Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.
You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!
But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.
But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.
When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.
On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.
Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.
Nope, it says, “You are mine.”
And you know he fucking means it.
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Beau Arlen:
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Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.
He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.
Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…
Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.
But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.
So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.
Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.
But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.
This day is all about his endless love for you.
Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?
There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.
But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.
You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.
But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.
He’s moved, and it moves you.
Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.
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Russell Shaw:
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You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.
You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.
You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.
On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”
You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.
All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.
You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.
Still…
As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.
Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.
But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”
All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.
He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.
“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.
“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.
“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”
“You could say that, yeah…”
“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.
The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.
“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
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Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉
I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂
Happy Valentine's 💕
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