#i settled for a 🤨 what do you mean by that

[kittelly]

I was ringing out a patient and he just pauses for a minute and goes “You look…very interesting.” The way I froze and had to think of a response that wouldn’t get me fired LMAOOOO

[wcters]

ALL OF THE BOYS YOU LOVED BEFORE

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!singer!reader, ex!lando norris x fem!singer!reader

summary: a year after the breakup between y/n and lando, daniel and alex set her up with someone new

warnings/contents: some angst, fluff, some swearing, only some bad guy lando

author’s note: pretend that some of the things that happened in 2024 happend in 2023, faceclaim is gracie abrams, this is for my alrx and daniel fans (aka me)

taglist: @landorris, @bellsboops, @a-beaverhausen, @seasonswinter, @rosalie-mae, @saythename-sm, @nataliambc, @sarahsobsession, @awritingtree, @kawaiifurychaos, @batman7sworld, @dying-inside-but-its-classy , @mbioooo0000, @xo100, @charlotte-xoxo, @theonottsbxtch, @iamred-iamyellow, @willowpains, @sunny44, @caroto-porta-world-blog

do not answer ‼️

do not answer ‼️

hey, can we talk?

about what?

what is there to talk about?

do not answer ‼️

i didn’t want it to turn out this way

YOU’RE the one who cheated, not me

i am fully entitled to react the way i did

and it could’ve been worse

do not answer ‼️

i know, it was shitty of me

i was just lonely and drunk

i didn’t mean it

that is such bullshit lando

you’re away 24/7 and not ONCE did i do what you did

don’t do this now

i’m moving on. you should too

what would your girlfriend think of this?

do not answer ‼️

i miss you, y/n

don’t do this, lando.

you’re going to regret it

do not answer ‼️

i regret doing this to you

it’s not the same with her

nothing will ever be enough for you lando

the only things i ask of you is to leave me alone

and treat your girlfriend right

don’t text me anymore. delete my number

i really do hope you find someone to settle down with

even if you don’t deserve it

you’ve blocked this number!

f1gossip

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f1gossip a little over a year after the breakup between lando norris and singer y/n y/l/n, y/n was seen hanging out in the williams garage with new driver franco colapinto at the italian grand prix. is a new romance budding?

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user1 this is unexpected but not unwelcome

user2 they would be so cute together

author pretend it’s franco in the pictures 😭😭

user3 did y’all see they way he was looking at her??

↳ user4 they are both down bad

user5 daniel or alex probably set that up

↳ user6 oh for sure, they’re y/n’s biggest fans

user7 it’s nice to see her looking happy with someone new

lilyswag

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lilyswag going for a sweet treat with daniel after we successfully played matchmaker

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totallynotdaniel feeling accomplished 😘😘

professionalchili okay queens

yourspam girl what

↳ lilyswag i thought i made it so you couldn’t see this….

↳ yourspam 🤨🤨🤨

artsyfartsyalex a well deserved sweet treat

ilovedaniel NEW SONG NEW SONG

↳ totallynotdaniel max…. you are so right

↳ totallynotdaniel NEW SONG NEW SONG

yourspam y’all better have gotten me, lily, and heidi something 😐😐

↳ lilyswag on the way to you now

↳ yourspam merci 😌😌

↳ artsyfartsyalex okay bilingual queen

↳ yourspam date me 😍😍 get rid of charles

↳ justaninchident girl what-

yourusername

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yourusername p9 and p13 for my boys! mama’s so proud 🥺🥺 thank you for bringing me along 🤍 even though now i know your true intent (you too lily and heidi)

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user1 i love their dynamic so much

alex_albon 🤫🤫🤫🤫

user2 WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

danielricciardo #masterminds

↳ alex_albon where’s our pay check

user3 they totally set her up with franco

francolapinto encantada de conocerte ❤️ (lovely to meet you)

↳ user4 this man is on a mission

user5 did you see the way franco was always looking for her??

↳ user6 his face LIT UP when he would talk to her

↳ user7 full on giggling n shit

lilymhe we definitely had no idea what was going on

↳ heidiberger_ 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

unknown

unknown

hey, is this y/n?

who are you?

unknown

oh sorry, it’s franco

i got your number from alex

ohh

that makes sense

well what’s going on franco?

franco

i really liked hanging out with you

i was hoping maybe we could do it again?

we could stay a couple days after the azerbaijan grand prix and explore the city

i don’t know…

franco

i’m not like him

please, just let me have a chance

if you don’t like it then we can never speak about it again

if you do, maybe we could go on a date

you can bring bernie

deal.

f1gossip

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f1gossip y/n y/l/n and franco colapinto seen walking her dog bernie and holding hands out in baku, azerbaijan after the azerbaijan grand prix. is this further conformation of their relationship?

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user1 daniel?? what are you doing here

user2 they look so happy together, i hope they’re together

↳ user3 she deserves happiness after her last relationship

user4 the father who stepped up 👏👏

user5 bernie is so cute 🥺🥺

lilyswag we did it y’all

↳ user6 ALEX??

↳ lilyswag 🤫🤫🤫

yourspam

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yourspam AHHHHH

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artsyfartsyalex happy for you belle 💗

lilyswag IT WORKED

lilyswag YIPPEE

totallynotdaniel alex and i are literally geniuses

ilovedaniel new songs coming??

↳ yourspam maybe…

professionalchili alex literally yelled yippee out loud

yourusername

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yourusername !!!!!!!!!! my new ep gasoline comes out in a week with the tracks so american, bed chem, risk, so high school, gasoline ft. HAIM, and am i okay ft. megan moroney!

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user1 y/n y/l/n and megan moroney?? my two worlds have collided

megmoroney 💙💙

user2 this are all about franco i just know it

danielricciardo max just squealed in delight…. and so did i

↳ maxverstappen1 I DID NOT

↳ user3 it’s okay max, we all know you did

alexandrasaintmleux will be streaming on repeat 💗💗

user4 I’M NOT READY

lilymhe pre-tournament playlist??

user5 THEY DID IT, I JUST CAN’T PROVE IT

francolapinto muy orgullosa y mucho amor ❤️ (very proud and much love)

↳ user6 AHHHHH

francolapinto

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francolapinto thank you to all the boys you’ve loved before ❤️

comments have been limited

yourusername :’) 🤍

user1 the balls this man has to diss you know who

alex_albon where’s our dedication song??

danielricciardo yeah, where’s the “thank you and i love you alex and daniel?”

↳ yourusername in the works, trust

heidiberger_ 💗💗

lilymhe you guys deserve this!

user2 thank you y/n for introducing him to taylor swift

[meowzfordayz]

revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Author’s Note: borderline 18+NSFW, but ~mostly just suggestive. 😉

revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: You know those girlfriend pranks on YouTube where the girl wears a sexy/revealing outfit to out in? Can I have HCs of our Hashira with a S/O who tries to walk out in such an outfit? Of course, they respect her choice in wearing whatever she wants, but that outfit is too tempting...

~faqs~

“Hey babe, guess what I’m wearing!”

“Clothes…” 

—I mean, he’s not wrong 🙃

You huff, “Guess again.”

Gyomei pauses, wracking his brain for whatever else you could have on

“... not, clothes?” 🤨

“Well I’m not going out to dinner naked!”

“A cardboard box?” 😅

You can see his brow furrowing

He’s trying his best! 🥺

“So remember that slip dress I was describing for you a while ago?” 😏

His face warms as he recalls how you’d painted quite the picture of dainty ribbon details, an open back, and a satin hem that would barely brush past your thighs

He clears his throat, voice lower than before, “I remember that I encouraged you to buy it.”

He freezes, eyes widening, gaze focusing in the direction of your soft breaths, “You’re wearing it?!!!”

You giggle, he gulps

You can hear his inward groan 😩

“Isn’t it exciting?!” you squeal, stepping toward him, playful palms splaying across his chest as you grin up at his restrained expression, “I feel so pretty!” 😌

“You are so pretty,” he nearly growls, large hands settling promptly on your hips, “Maybe we shouldn’t go out after all.”

“Oh?” 👀

He chuckles as his fingers caress the silky, smooth fabric hugging your body, sensing the heat emanating from your bare, warm skin, eager to feel the curve and seduction of your spine, your shoulder blades, the tenderness of your nape

“I beg your pardon,” he rasps, an unfamiliar darkness in his tone as his fingers move upward to tug at your carefully tied spaghetti straps, tiny bows squished beneath the intensity of his touch, “I’m an adult, you know. I can have dessert for dinner.”

😳🥵🫠

—

“Gyomeeeiii!”

“My love?” ☺️

“I CAN’T POST THIS!” 😭😭😭

“And why not? Is my rizz too much for YouTube?”

“YES.” 😐

“You’re going out in that?” 🧐

You glare back, arms crossing over your chest

A not so subtle attempt to emphasize your tits 😌

Obanai not so subtly glances downward

“I repeat, in that?” 

“The hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?” you scowl haughtily, “I thought you’d like it!” 😞

Blinking in disbelief, Obanai rolls his eyes, amusement softening his judgmental expression 🙄

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he grumbles, “Of course I love it,” glare returning as he points an accusing finger at you, “But the last time you went out in something like that you ended up stealing all of my layers because you got cold!”

“Well then wear more layers!” you quip cheekily

“That’s my line!” 😐

*sigh*

“Do you want me to change?” 😕

“Absolutely not!” he snaps, ears reddening even as he makes a disgruntled gesture, “But, please, grab a coat.”

“Are you fed up with me?” 🤗

You inch closer to him

His breath hitches

“No.”

“Are you suuure?”

You can hear his heartbeat now, can see the restraint in his hands as he keeps them firmly by his sides

“If we don’t leave soon, then I’ll show you how not fed up with you I am.” 🙃

You grin easily, lips grazing his earlobe as you murmur

“Obanai, I don’t think that was nearly as threatening as you hoped it was.”

He inhales sharply, stepping away from your sweet, sultry scent, feigning sullenness when he mutters

“Your tits are staring at me.” 😃

You laugh, bouncing on the balls of your feet just enough for them to jiggle slightly

“Or are you staring at my tits?” 😉

He audibly groans, head tilting backward as he averts his gaze

“I hate this.” 😒

—

Rest assured, you never make it to your reservation 🤫

The video never makes it to YouTube either

PornHub, however…

Jk, jk

And Obanai does not hate this 😏

“You are breathtaking!” Kyojuro declares, beaming with pride as you twirl for him

He’s doing his best to ignore the fact that he can see your lacey panties when you spin

“Thank you!” you smile, striking a pose for him, “I feel so amazing in this dress.”

“You are amazing in any dress!” 😁

He’s earnest with the perfect dash of seriousness — like he needs to know that you know you’re beautiful

A gentleman as always 🥺

You hesitate, feeling almost guilty as you ask slowly

“Am I only amazing?” 🤭

You hope you’re coming off coy and alluring 😅

For all of his awkwardness, Kyojuro is nothing if not straightforward

“You are also sexy! Most definitely sexy!” 😍

Your expression cracks, your giggling filling the hallway as endeared laughter accompanies you

“How sexy?” you wink, an exaggerated, playful flirtation

Fortunately, Kyojuro loves improv 😏

—Yes, and!

“The sexiest woman I have known, I know, and I will know.”

There he goes again

Earnest, serious, and almost unbearingly sweet 😭💘

“Kyo,” you persist, “I’m trying to seduce you.”

He grins at that, eyes narrowing so quickly you nearly miss the tantalizing glint that flashes through them

“Oh I am aware, sweetheart,” he purrs, gesturing with his index finger for you to twirl again

You do, oblivious to the way his jaw clenches, gaze thickens, your pretty, dainty panties on display for him once more

“Look at me,” he commands softly, relishing the dazed, dizzy, glowing color of your face, “Look at me, and tell me whether you have succeeded.”

You look

It’s impossible to miss his erection, straining against his pants, bulge teasing and beckoning you to come closer

—

You post the video, minus a sizeable chunk 😶

“So people are allowed to thirst over you, but not me?” ☹️

You snort as Kyojuro pouts, patting his arm consolingly, “You can’t really see anything when I’m spinning, but your dick is a little too obvious.”

He perks up at that, kissing your cheek with reassured confidence, “It is quite large.”

—Whatever makes him feel better, y’know 😆

—That being said, it is quite large 🫣

P.S. Kyojuro begs to differ; he can see plenty when you’re spinning 😃

Help this man 😵‍💫

He is TIRED 😮‍💨

��Don’t get me wrong!

Sanemi does his best to be a good sport 🥺

And he’s 1,000% watched your videos in “secret”, numerous times over; you are entertaining ☺️

On nights when you’re apart, he falls asleep to his Favorites list (which consists solely of you) on auto-play

But there’re just one (thousand) too many trends for him to keep up with, and he never knows when he’s going to be your ~victim again 🙃

“Is this another prank?” he sighs, only slightly exasperated as his eyes stray from your pretty mouth to your tits practically spilling from your top 🫣

“Oh, so now I can’t look nice without it being a prank?” you retort, scowling playfully, “Rude.” Raising his hands in mock defense, Sanemi smiles softly as you step closer to him

“You can touch me, y’know,” you murmur gently, “I’m not gonna break.”

Swallowing thickly, he lowers his arms, forearms hooking around your hips as he pulls you in

“Yeah,” he croaks, scanning the bedroom for wherever you might’ve hid your phone, desperation and desire bubbling in his throat, “But I’m not so sure about your outfit, it’s got so many strings and… and, holes.” 😃

You laugh cheerfully, squeezing his waist as you inform him, “They’re cutouts. They’re supposed to be sexy.” 😌

“They are,” he replies bluntly, stifling a long inhale as he willingly gives into his fate, “You are so fucking sexy.”

He’s already plucking at your shoulder straps, somehow boxing you in with his broad, chiseled body, even though it’s his back against the wall

“You’re not gonna ask me how I manage to avoid getting tangled?” you tease, your breasts pressed firm and warm into his chest as his heartbeat quickens

The question had occurred to him, but-

“Why the hell would I ask that when I could be untangling you instead?”

—

“Send me the video.” 😐

“Excuse me?”

You’re grinning

“Please.” 😞

He’s begging

You acquiesce, the thought of Sanemi jerking off to it later inspiring you to reach down again 😉

(Now imagine his faintly pained moan as you slowly caress him, valiantly hardening in your careful grip as he mentally prepares himself, this time intending to punish you; you can’t keep missing your reservations! 😤)

#the pranks are getting out of hand 😬

#but Sanemi can’t really find it in himself to be bothered 😶

#at least not when he’s already in something else 😏

“Why are you going out in that?” 🤨

“What are you implying?” you frown

“I asked first.”

You huff, “And your question offended me.” 😒

Grimacing, Giyuu glances downward, “I didn’t mean-”

“Do I look horrible?” ☹️

You almost feel badly, giggles brimming in your chest 🤭

“No.”

“Do I look too good?” 😌

You can practically see the gears turning in his head 

“Yes? No. Yes. Wait. I’m confused.” 🫠

“How does my outfit make you feel?” 😉

He pauses at that, swallowing nervously as you run teasing hands up your sides, accentuating your hips and bust

“I look good, right?” 🥺

“Of course.”

“Do I look too good?” 😏

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 activated*

“What does that mean?” 😭

He’s hushed, in awe of your luscious form, inhaling roughly when you step into his immediate proximity, the hem of your dress nearly brushing against his shins as you twirl for him

“Giyuu, am I turning you on?”

When in doubt, go for frankness

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 deactivated*

Ohhh 😳🙄😎 <— he gets it now

“Not at all,” he says smoothly, “You look quite comfortable.”

You pout, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as you nudge his feet apart, slipping your leg between his thighs as you close the distance, your body pressing clumsy and hot against his

He sighs, a quiet, enraptured sound, delicately brushing the straps of your dress from your shoulders before he rasps, “I am turned on. Delightfully so.”

Your dress crumples sheer and light to the floor, Giyuu’s jaw ticking with desire as he realizes just how easily it slipped off

“And you,” he murmurs, delicious warning in his tone as he thumbs the undersides of your tits, “Are such a pretty slut.”

—

“Why is it that every time I try and prank you, you end up fucking me instead?” 🥲

“Hm,” Giyuu hums, voice thick with amusement, “Seems premeditated to me.” 🥴

“Giyuu-!” you sputter 🫣

“GiYuU!” he smirks 🙃

“Are you mocking me?” 😠

“And?” he grins 😎

“See if I ever prank you again!” 😤

“Oh you will,” he remarks, nonchalant and cool, “Judging by how many times we changed the sheets yesterday, I’m not even worried.” 😃

Ngl, Tengen’s a lil desensitized 😆

He’s got four wives

He knows you’re all hot af 😉

He knows he’s hot af 😎

There’s not much you can do to faze him

Except like, get injured or something, but that’s kinda the opposite of what you’re aiming for 🥴

“Does this mean we’re fucking after dinner?”

✨He has a way with words✨

“Tengen,” Hina scolds

“So vulgar!” Suma exclaims

“Don’t act so innocent when you’ve ambushed me looking like that,” Tengen mutters, pants already tightening as he takes in the silken fabric draped delicate and precarious over your breasts, “Who’s idea was this?”

“Whose do you think?” Makio snorts

“Tengen,” you say breezily, reaching out to grasp his hand, stroking a coy, tender thumb across his knuckles, “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

“Obviously,” he grunts, eyes shining with appreciation—a welcomed promise—as he raises your palm to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one, “We’re not leaving.”

—

“Hold up, you made two reservations?” Tengen shrieks

Your eyes roll as if to say Duh, already rummaging for a new dress while Suma helps pat Makio’s back dry, steam from the attached bathroom wafting into the bedroom

“She’s always prepared,” Hina chirps proudly, kissing your jaw with a fond smile

“That, and Tengen’s always horny,” you smirk

You don’t really have a video suitable for YouTube 😅, but you do post Before/After photos of the ~prank on Instagram with a cheeky Unfortunately, the “During” photos are NSFW 😏🫢����🍆 caption

[norrisainz33]

debut || gr63

☆ summary: y/n makes her indycar debut and her biggest supporter is there with her

☆ pairing: george russell x driver!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ a/n: smau mixed with writing

masterlist

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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yourbff: jumping for joy! i can't wait to see you in st pete and i can't wait to cheer for my best friend

ynuser: i can't wait to see you!! ive never been so nervous but never more excited. i can't believe my dreams are coming true

yourbff: i can believe it!! you are my inspiration bestie

ynuser: stop it 😭😭😭😭 i love you

yourbff: i love you endlessly 🤍 see you in a couple of hours

patriciooward: oh putting me to shame i see

ynuser: not possible patty

user1: can't wait to see you this weekend!!

georgerussell63: is it weird if i admit that i downloaded a countdown app to countdown the minutes until we're back together?

ynuser: 😭😫🫶🏻 no ?! you're so cute its sickening

georgerussell63: phew ok good

elbaoward: ive never been more excited for a season opener (don't tell pato)

ynuser: EEEK! you're my favorite person in the whole world. i can't wait for dinner tomorrow

user2: first ever indycar race for me and its bc of u ms girl

arrowmclaren: our girl 🧡

ynuser: 🧡

nolansiegel: us rookies are gonna rock it this season

ynuser: YES WE ARE BESTIE! papaya rookies for the WIN

✿

a smile spread across your face as george stepped through the golden doors of the restaurant. his hair was wind swept and he wore a perfetly tailored outfit that accentuated all the right areas. in his right hand, he held a bouquet of roses and in his left, a small gift bag. he scanned the room and when his eyes landed on you, they lit up and a butterfly-inducing smile played on his lips. he moved toward you quickly, his voice soft as he greeted you, “my darling.”

“georgie!” you exclaimed taking the flowers from him and allowing him to pull you into a warm embrace. he sighed contentedly and kissed your temple.

“I missed you so much, y/n/n,” he whispered before settling into the chair across from you.

“the feeling’s mutual,” you sighed, taking a sip of your wine as the waiter filled george's glass. “but I’m really glad you were able to make it. honestly, I didn’t think you’d be able to so soon after bahrain.”

“are you kidding?” he grinned. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world! supporting you means more to me than anything, baby.”

the sincerity in his voice nearly brought you to tears. “i love you.”

“i love you more than anything, y/n,” george replied, sliding the gift bag across the table. “open it, gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, pulling a small box out of the blue bag. carefully you opened it to reveal a sleek silver necklace with a ‘g’ pendant. “george…”

“it’s for when I can’t physically be here which will unfortunately be more than i’d like” he said softly, “so this to keep me with you even when i’m not.”

✿

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deuxmoi: we received an anonymous tip about a certain f1 driver out on a date very far from home 🤨

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user1: f1?? what are you doing on deuxmoi

user2: f1gossip any leads on this?

f1gossip: we did get a tip that george was spotted in the tampa airport.. seems we should have taken it more seriously

user3: george???? i was thinking lando bc at least he has a connection to indycar with mclaren.. george has no reason to be there ??

user4: could the mystery woman be y/n? she’s making her indycar debut and it would make so much sense if he was there for her

user3: user4 how would they even know each other though?

user4: user3 y/n is best friends with pato who is the mclaren reserve driver and she went to mexico city when he drove in fp1 so like she could have easily have met him there! she’s been to a couple gps with pato and elba

f1gossip: now this is quite and interesting theory user4. would be a pretty logical explanation for the 20 hour flight he had to have taken

user12: didn’t expect to find my next hyperfixation through deuxmoi but i think i love y/n and now indycar?? she’s so sweet and endearing and chronically online?

user4: welcome! we could always use more y/n/n fans 🫶🏻

yourbff: oh goodness gracious

user33: thought this was supposed to be celebrity gossip.. tf is f1

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ynuser: words can’t describe how good car #7 felt on track during practice these past 2 days. bring on qualifying 🧡

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user1: that’s my goat going 6th fastest in practice let’s go

user4: user3 & f1gossip noticing who is in the likes

f1gossip: mr. russell we see you

user3: he ain’t slick!

arrowmclaren: we 🧡 car #7

ynuser: i 🤍 arrow mclaren

user5: mclaren rookies are my favorite ppl on the grid

yourbff: wow that girl is fast 😍❤️‍🔥

ynuser: the fastest (and only) girl on track thats for sure

quadrant: let’s get it!

user3: what in the world are you doing here

user6: i can't wait to watch you race this sunday!!!

✿

the clock in your driver's room ticked relentlessly, each click a sharp reminder of the dwindling moments before you had to head out to the track.

"you’ve got this," you whispered focusing on your breath as you worked through calming exercises. you glanced at your phone willing george to hurry up even though you knew he had media obligations that mercedes had insisted on before agreeing to let him come to the st pete.

finally a soft knock at the door echoed with only a few minutes to spare. you rushed to open it and there george was, "thank god you're here," you exclaimed before collapsing back into your chair.

george raised an eyebrow while taking in the sight of you. "sorry it took me so long. you know how those things can be," he said taking a seat beside you on the couch. "come here," he murmured opening his arms.

with a reluctant sigh you stood and joined him on the couch. "you're not even ready yet... what's going on in tht beautiful head of yours?" he asked gently reaching for the hair tie on your wrist. he started to untangle and work on your signature braids—the ones you always wore on race days. It was one of the many thoughtful things he did for you, always paying attention to the little details like learning how to do your hair to making your favorite drinks to keeping track of each months new hyper ixation.

you let out a shaky breath. "i'm just... really nervous," you admitted tugging at the sleeve of your black fireproofs. "i’ve done all the testing, practiced these past few days, but this race... it just…. i don’t know."

"that makes sense, darling," he nodded, his fingers still working through your hair. "but you're ready. whether you believe it or not, you are."

"but what if I’m not? what if I prove all the critics right?" your voice trembled.

"baby," he said softly, lifting your chin to make you look at him. "what have I told you about listening to the critics? there will always be someone with something to say no matter what. whether you go out there and win the championship or not, someone will find a way to criticize. what matters is focusing on what you can control. and you? you can control your actions and your car, and I know you’ve worked harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. you deserve that seat. you deserve this shot. and you're going to make everyone proud."

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you sprinted through the paddock as your heart continued to race from the adrenaline of your debut. you quickly found george with his arms were wide open waiting for you.

"P8!!" he exclaimed voice filled with excitement as you jumped straight into his embrace.

“I did it!! I even finished in the top 10!!” you nearly screamed barely able to contain the thrill of your achievement. a light laugh escaped george as he spun you around with joy.

“you did!! you drove an absolutely incredible race y/n,” george said with pride as he carefully returned you to the ground.

“you really think so?” you asked looking up at the handsome brit in front of you.

“I know so,” he grinned giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “i was analyzing your every move out there and you were nearly flawless. a top 10 finish in your first race? i’m so bloody proud of you.”

you couldn't help but blush, “I honestly didn’t think I could pull it off but like you told me,, i focused on what i could control which was me and the car and the car felt so good today.”

george beamed with pride, “you showed everyone what you’re made of out there. you’ve got a lot of talent y/n/n and you’re only going to get better from here. I think this is just the beginning.”

the warmth of his words made you smile and for the first time since the checkered flag you felt like you could breathe. you had done it. and as you stood there talking to george you realized that the recognition from not only someone you loved but a fellow driver was just as important to you as the race result itself.

“thank you, george. for everything… for never giving up on me and for pushing me to be the best version of myself,” you said sincerely.

“no need to thank me y/n/n! just doing my job! plus you’re the one who is really doing all fhe hard work,” he was smiling again. "now let's go celebrate!”

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ynuser: p8 ain’t too bad of a start. thankful for all of the support from the best fans in the world - you all made this an unforgettable weekend 🧡

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user3: running to tell all my non f1 and indycar friends that y/ngeorge is canon like it’s my own wedding announcement

arrowmclaren: only driver to have run all 100 laps in the top 10!!

ynuser: no way 🤭

georgerussell63: yes way 😉

patriciooward: IMPRESSIVE MI AMIGAAAAA

user8: congratulations on a strong start 💪🏻

yourbff: p8 for the gr8test

ynuser: 😭🤍

user12: I LOVE WHEN WOMEN!!!!!

georgerussell63: blimey you are incredible

ynuser: crikey you are the best

user8: i love them your honor

elbaoward: my goat my goat my goat

patriciooward: ? this isn’t my post

ynuser: elba likes me more patriciooward

elbaoward: it’s true patriciooward

patriciooward: i’m speechless frankly

nolansiegel: oh boy… pls don’t tear my family apart

ynuser: no one can tear us apart noly don’t worry

user9: not even bothering with a soft launch just going straight for it

mercedesamgf1: looks like the flight was well worth it ✈️

georgerussell63: yes it was 😘

user63: ok lover boy…

user10: this is gonna be such an incredible season i can feel it already

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alex_albon: impressive drive y/n!

ynuser: thank you alex 🤍

user63: chat we’ve lost him

mercedesamgf1: our favorite racing couple🤍

georgerussell63: 😍🏆

user98: if he wanted to he would!!! george took a 20 hour flight just to see his girl for 24 hours i mean come on

ynuser: thank you for making the trip. you are sincerely my rock and the best cheerleader in the whole world 🧡

georgerussell63: no need to thank me darling. you deserve the world and nothing less 🤍

user44: vamos y/n!

nolansiegal: i was a pleasure getting to meet you!

georgerussell63: right back at ya mate! keep up the good work

user24: need someone to talk to abt this

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a/n: been working on this one for a little while now - hope you enjoy!! i simply love driver reader! likes and reblogs appreciated 🤍

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WE CAN’T BE FRIENDS

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Author’s Note: there’s a lot going on in this fic and I should’ve probs split it into two so I could do the storyline justice, but I’m nothing if not slightly lazy so that never would’ve worked. If you notice any mistakes please do let me know! Rn it’s 2 am and my visions blurred so I’m gunna post and hope for the best

I’m actually gunna recommend songs for this fic!!tbh just listen to Willow’s entire discography (apart from that one song with MGK) and if you want to give unholy a listen it is by Hey Violet (though I don’t know if I like the song or not, but it says what I needed the fic to say) and of course All I Wanted Was You is paramore! I hope you enjoy

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youruser: thank y’all for the love on unholy, the last slide is how I feel now that I’ve been let out the house!! Hot gal y/n is back!

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user1: OH WE ARE SO BACK!

user4: IS RHIS CONFIRMATION ?? IS THIS CONFIRMATION?? IS THIS BREAK UP CONFIRMATION

— youruser: girl, if the song wasn’t confirmation enough idk what is

sza: welcome back y/n the streets have been waiting for your return

— youruser: tell the streets I’ll get back to them, I have other plans

— oscarpiastri: 👀 👀

— youruser: gtfo

— landonorris: trouble in paradise?

user32: who’s the song about???

— landonorris: yeah y/n who’s the song about??? 🤨🤨

— youruser: I will block you norizz

— landonorris: oh shiver me timbers

oscarpiastri: amazing song y/n! So proud to call you my best friend

— user22: bro 😭 😭

— user32: either brother doesn’t like her at all or he just has no rizz

— user44: god the friendzone must hurt extra hard after she just released that song about you.

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youruser: thank you all so much for all the love over the last month! I’m so glad you not only watched Queen Charlotte but that you loved it! As you all probably know I haven’t released much art in the last three years, but I never stopped making and art is forever. I’m now just so glad I can now share it with all of you. My new album empathogen is out now on all streaming platforms. Some familiar tracks on there, some not so familiar. Hope you guys enjoy!

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lewishamilton: 👏🏿👏🏿

— youruser: 🖤🖤

user10: can’t believe unholy isn’t on the album???

— user11: I mean I kinda can… all the other songs have much deeper meanings and the sounds are so much more complex…

— user13: that’s what I was thinking, unholy is giving forever 21 changing room, whilst the album is like, masterpiece level shit

—user17: thank god I’ve been arguing with people on twtr all morning about this,

— user32: it’s never that deep…

oscarpiastri: I’m in awe of what your mind can create 🧡

— youruser: couldn’t do it without my forever muse

— user21: 🤨🤨🤨🤨

— user32: y’all are we seeing this??

— user45: WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS????

— user67: lord help me I’m about to read too much into an interaction on the internet. But him adding a heart. Her not adding a heart. I’m drawing conclusions

— user76: please stop drawing conclusions 😭

jonbatiste: so much talent for someone so young, keep flourishing y/n

— youruser: thank you Jon for all your help 🖤

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youruser: I bagged myself an f1 driver y’all! I hear they’re in high demand good thing I got you, was scared I’d have to settle for Lando Norris.

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oscarpiastri: this is not the caption we agreed on…

— youruser: oopsie daisy… I’m just a girl?

— oscarpiastri: MY girl

— youruser: 🤤🤤 say it again

landonorris: now why am I in this??

— youruser: you saying you wouldn’t like to date me?? 🤨😔😟🙁☹️

— landonorris: What no I’m sure you’d be a joy to date

— oscarpiastri: hey watch yourself Lando that’s my girlfriend

— landonorris: I mean of course I would never date her

— youruser: ☹️☹️

— oscarpiastri: so you’re saying there’s something wrong with my girl Norris? Why wouldn’t you like to date her

— landonorris: I’m so confused

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oscarpiastri: making up for lost time, at least we have til the end of it

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user32: oh… his caption just called me single in 45 different languages

— user21: the difference between his and y/n’s captions is what had me cackling

youruser: can’t wait to spend eternity with you,

— oscarpiastri: unbelievably in love with you

— alex_albon: 🤮 gross

— youruser: @lilymhe come get your man

— lilymhe: @alex_albon why is showing affection gross albon? 🤨🤨🤨

logansargeant: I’m taking credit for this

— landonorris: hey now it was a team effort

— alex_albon: this is me erasure

— youruser: thank you all 🫶🏿 you could’ve done it like 4 years earlier but still thank you!

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eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation

until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻

and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it

ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡

cw: +18 mdni, Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)

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On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.

Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.

Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?

So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.

Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.

There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.

He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”

“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”

“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”

He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.

The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.

When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”

“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”

Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”

He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”

You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”

“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”

With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”

At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.

“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”

Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.

“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.

When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time. 

“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”

You shiver. Visibly. 

A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.

He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”

You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.

Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.

“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one. 

When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.

Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.

“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”

You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”

While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”

Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.

“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.

“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.

Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.

“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.

His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.

When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.

He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).

“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”

Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.

Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.

When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”

The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.

“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”

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Conversation I had with a friend:

"Fuck, I'd suck a dick for some pumpkin bread rn"

"Bet? I'll go to the store if you're not lying"

And now I'm imagining twst boys hearing MC saying "I'd suck dick for (insert thing)" and scrambling to be the first one to get it for them

Omg you could never say that around Azul because he’ll want you to put it in writing, which he’ll then conveniently remind you of when he decides to cash in on those words of yours. :)

Or Ace and Deuce who are aiming to be the first one to retrieve said item for you. The two of them standing in line at Sam’s shop and pushing each other constantly, insisting that he was first in line.

I feel like characters like Jamil would give you this look 🤨 and say something like, “Is it really that serious?” But he won’t admit it would be nice to see if there’s any truth to that statement of yours… especially if it’s food you want. Because Jamil likes you so much he’ll cook for you. So will Floyd, but then Floyd doesn’t need a reason to cook for his Shrimpy. Getting his dick sucked for doing a good job and providing for Shrimpy is just bonus points.

Epel will move mountains if it means he can get head from you. You want something? He’ll get it. Please suck his dick in return. OTL not that he’ll be that desperate about it. Even so, he does find what it is you wanted relatively quickly, so quickly that it’s amusing.

Kalim probably doesn’t even register the part about getting head. He just hears you want [insert item here] and he’s immediately going to get it, order it, buy it, etc for you. Why settle for just one when you can have multiple? In fact, he’s one call away from buying the entire business that produces said item if that’s what you want. Please stop him before he does something wild. >_<

Or Silver!!!! He doesn’t understand what you mean at first. You would repay his gesture by…sucking his dick? As in, the thing people might do when they’re in love or physically attracted to each other? He doesn’t get flustered by it. Rather, he just nods. If that’s how you’d like to return the favor, he won’t mind. And of course he genuinely means that. There is no ulterior motive hidden behind that. He’s so sweet.

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Bun trying to use girl math to justify buying something and Chris is just like 🤨 bc he’s so good with money

"what's that?" chris murmurs, glancing up from his phone as you step into his bedroom, a shopping bag swinging from your hand, and his eyes narrow slightly at the logo on the bag. "thought you were savin' your money, kid."

"i am." you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips as you settle onto the edge of the bed, leaning to peek into the bag for your most recent purchases, missing the way chris' raise an eyebrow in question at your response.

"right, right, and uh... what's that?" he presses, tossing his phone aside with a casual flick to lean on his elbow, his full attention now on you as you rummage through the bag, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric.

"a new sweater, and this cute—"

"so, you bought somethin'." he interjects, his tone flat and unimpressed.

"no." you insist, shaking your head defiantly as chris' expression morphs into one of utter confusion, his brows furrowing as he scratches the underside of his jaw, deep in thought.

"did... did someone buy it f'you?"

"no."

he blinks at you, processing your sharp response, and then, with a slow deliberate drawl, he asks. "did you steal it..?"

your eyes widen in shock, the accusation of stealing hitting you like a cold splash of water. the very thought of doing something so wrong sends a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you can feel your heart race. "no! never! i paid with cash!"

chris lets out an exasperated sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair. "so, you bought it, kid."

"not really..." you murmur, a small pout forming on your lips as you toy with the edge of the bag. "i paid with cash, so it didn't really cost anything because it didn't come out of my bank account..."

"wh... what?" chris stares at you, his brows furrowing as if you've spoken gibberish to him. he sits up straighter, the confusion deepening as he rubs his temples, as if trying to ease the headache your words are causing. "say... say it again. slowly."

you take a deep breath, determined to clarify your point. "i paid with cash, so it didn't cost anything because no money came out of my bank..." you repeat, enunciating each word carefully, hoping he'll finally understand — but he continues to look at you incredulously, his mouth slightly agape.

"you.. you paid with cash, kid. the fuck do you mean it didn't cost anythin'?" his tone is a mix of disbelief and frustration, and you can feel a twinge of your own seep in at his weak understanding.

"it's pretty simple.." you insist quietly. "if it's cash, it's like it was never there in the first place, y'know...? it's not like i used my card or anything. i still have my money on there. it's untouched."

chris rolls his tongue across his deep, shaking his head slowly. "so, you're sayin' 'cos you used cash, you didn't actually spend anythin'? like it... like it doesn't count?"

"uh-huh!" you nod with a little excitement seeping in.

he blinks at you, still looking unbelievably lost. "but cash is real money, kid. you.. you handed it over, how the fuck does that not count?"

"it's just a different way of looking at it," you explain, "if i don't see it missing from my account, it's like it didn't happen."

"wh—i—you—" chris stammers, clearly struggling to wrap his brain around your logic as he shakes his head in disbelief. but, as if overwhelmed by the absurdity of the conversation, he throws his hands up in defeat before grabbing his pillow, flopping back onto his bed and burying his face beneath it, "whatever, kid."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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[hotchnerwrites]

I had a fic request !! I adore your writing sm I loved the soft cute moments with hotch and the reader eee :)

I’ve really been wanting to read pre!relationship hotch x reader or early on when they start showing more care for one another, if the reader is not feeling well or might be coming down with a cold and hotch gets the chance to take care of them in quiet ways! bonus points if he’s being subtle in front of the team, but much more caring in private aaaa I am melting

If you feel like it!! I’ll just be scrolling thru all your works now :)

Warmth

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: SFW, pre-relationship, fluff, no use of (y/n)

A/N: Hello my lovely anon. Thank you so much. You've no idea how much it means to me that you loved my writing. If you want an easy way to navigate through my hotch fics, just look up the tag #hotchnerwritescm. I keep intending to make a masterlist, but I've just been so caught up with IRL stuff and my med exams </3. Anyways, here is your request, I adored the idea! I wrote this in an hour, so I'm sorry for any grammar errors, I didn't proof-read as much as I usually do. Anyways, I hope it's what you wanted, and that you like it!!! Lots of love. Can't wait to hear more from you :)💙

PS. let me know if the formatting is off. looks good on mobile but not laptop for me 🤨

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

It had started as a dull throb at your temple. It was easy to ignore; you’d had headaches like these your whole life. But as the hours stretched on, the pain only intensified. It had spread to your limbs, making your skin feel too warm and your head too foggy.

You weren’t sick, not really. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. You’d push through it. It was probably just the office AC running too cold or just stress from unending paperwork. Either way, you didn’t have time for it.

Which is why you tried to ignore the slight shiver racking through your body as you reached for yet another file.

“Are you all right?”

Hotch. Damn. 

Were you that obvious? 

You blink up at him, feeling like you’d got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He was standing just beside your desk, arms crossed. His posture was utterly relaxed, but his gaze was sharp, assessing. His expression was unreadable to most, but you’d learned his subtleties. His Hotch-isms, as you’d dubbed it.

“I’m fine,” you mumble. Too defensive.

Hotch didn’t look too convinced. 

You clear your throat nervously, pushing through the scratchiness and offering him a small smile, hoping that would get him off your back. “Just a little tired, Hotch.”

There was a pause. Not long, but you could feel the weight of his scrutiny. Then, without a word, Hotch left. With a sigh of relief, you turn back to your report, forcing yourself to focus on the words. Eventually, one page blurred into the next, the steady scratch of your pen filling your ears. It was almost enough to lull you into a rhythm, your body switching to autopilot.

That was, until a very familiar presence returned to your desk.

You glance up as Hotch places something down beside your elbow— a cup of tea, steam curling up from the rim.

It was chamomile, made just the way you liked it.  “You—”

Your wings curl around the cup, warmth seeping into your skin. You hadn’t asked for this. Hadn’t even thought about it. But as you lift the cup, inhaling the familiar scent, the realisation settles.

Aaron had seen you make it once, late at night on the jet, after a gruelling week-long case. You’d thought everyone else was asleep, so you’d allowed yourself the small comfort of your ritual—quiet, familiar, something just for you. But he’d noticed. And somehow, he had remembered.

You swallow past the lump in your throat. 

Hotch didn’t wait to hear whatever you had been about to say.

“Drink it,” he commands, voice slipping into the space between your thoughts. Then, as if he hadn’t just caught you completely off guard, he turned and walked away again.

You stare after him for a minute too long, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the tea.

Subtle.

But not to you.

The rest of the day, you caught things— small, almost imperceptible. The way he passed you a tissue before you realised you needed one. The way his voice softened when he told you, “Go home. Get some rest.”

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By the time you made it home, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. The air in your apartment was still, save for a faint hum coming from your heater. You kick off your shoes by the door, making no effort to line them up on the shoe rack. You were a tidy person by nature, but tonight you couldn’t care less.

All you wanted was the warmth of your bed.

You drift towards your bed, pulling one of your heavier blankets around yourself. You sink down into your bed with a slow exhale, your body releasing some of the tension you had been carrying all day. You curl into yourself, slowly lowering your head against your pillows. You let your eyes flutter shut, willing sleep to take over.

Then, cruelly, your doorbell rang. 

Maybe they’d go away if you ignored the door. But the bell rang again, the insistent tone tearing through your haze. Frowning, you sit up slowly. No one ever came over this late. Dragging yourself to your feet, you shuffle over to the door, the blanket still draped over your shoulders like a sorry cape. When you finally drag the door open, you freeze. 

Aaron Hotchner.

The last person you’d expected to see. Standing in your doorway. Holding a bag with what looked like a robot on it. 

What on earth? Maybe this was the hallucination stage of your fever.

You blink at him, slow and disoriented. 

“Aaron?”

His expression was unreadable, but there was something soft in the way he looked at you—something close to amusement, something fond. “You shouldn’t be so surprised.”

“I—” Your voice came out rough, throat tight with exhaustion. You swallow against it, staring at him like he might disappear if you blinked too hard. Moving slightly to let him in, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

He gestures vaguely towards the bag. “I didn’t know if you had anything at home. Figured soup was a safe bet. I even stole Jack’s lunch bag for you.”

You stare at it, then back at him.

For a second, you didn’t move. Your brain wasn’t functioning.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, too overwhelming, too much for how tired you felt.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmur, voice quieter now.

Hotch met your gaze, steady and unwavering. “I know.”

The words sat between you, heavy with things unsaid.

You reach for the bag, and your fingers brush his. He didn’t pull away immediately. The touch

lingered, warm and deliberate, before he finally stepped towards your living room.

“Sit,” he instructs, voice gentle but firm. “Eat. And try to get some sleep.”

You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you pull the soup out.

“You take care of everyone like this?” you tease, reaching for bowls and cutlery.

Something flickered across his face—something private, something just for you.

“Not quite like this,” he admitted.

And just like that, the cold didn’t seem so bad anymore.

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Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[hiskillingjar]

hello! what kind of reactions do you think the btd characters might have to a normally very serious and aloof mc suddenly breaking down and becoming clingy and needy? btw i loooooooove the way you characterize strade 💗💗💗💗💗

thank you! i love writing him so i'm glad others love it too :3

ren 🦊

i, ah- 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 !!!!!!!!

of course ren would love it. of course he would!

he was so nervous about you being so aloof and distant the first couple of weeks, after all...maybe he wondered if all of this was even worth it :(

but the second you started acting clingy and needy around him, he would go fucking INSANE he would be so so happy

granted he might be a little "🤨" at first, wondering if you were trying to manipulate him. so he'd for sure give it a day or two just to be sure

maybe he'd expect you to prove just how much you need him...maybe a couple of nights in the basement by yourself would do you good, anyway...

but then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from getting just as clingy and needy with you too, so you're just a couple of codependent loved up sweethearts aw!

i'm sure nothing bad will happen there!

law 🥀

i mean law kind of is the aloof and distant one so...they would probably think the attitude change is a little strange

like, why are you behaving this way now? you've been fine for days, you shouldn't be behaving like this...i have to go to work, let go of me...settle down...

they'd take a couple of days to get used to it, for sure, and might even be a little annoyed and short with you in the meantime

but slowly...slowly...

they'd like the way you cling so tightly to them when you slept, and how much you'd grown accustomed to sitting around in their flat all day while they were out without a word of complaint

you get so happy and excited when they come home too...it's a lot easier to read your emotions when you're like this and they can't deny it's kind of nice to have someone so happy to come home to

and the fact that you're so needy, you let them get away with a lot more...gone for days at a time, that's okay, just come home to me, please! leaving behind a couple of bruises when you have sex, that's okay, you didn't mean it!

maybe they'd want to make you even needier...dependent, almost

strade 🔨

girl. come on.

why are you giving this man any degree of leverage over you

you just KNOW he is going to do the worst possible thing with this

he'd expect you to prove just how needy you really are, and how much you really wanted him. i mean, you go from being aloof and bitchy to totally desperate in an instant, how could he NOT want some kind of proof that it's genuine?

and then he'd find it absolutely hilarious.

you're still so needy after everything i do to you, really? haha, how cute! i really thought you'd be smarter than that <3

he'd definitely soak in it for a little while and just. totally let his ego swim in how much you need him

it's hard for a guy to resist someone being dependent on them...or at least that's what he tells himself

he would then start to use it against you, just to see you get all worked up and upset...and easier to play with

you let him get away with so much, after all, how far can he push that until you're doing everything you can to get away from him?

and he loves pushing you as hard as he can, after all

he's never been that good at resisting you...

[selenophyyy]

Slay Leer [Part One]

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x reader

Genre: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst, thriller, mystery

Words: 5.6k

Synopsis: Your relationship may appear sunshine outdoors, but there are scorching cracks seeping in the dynamic nevertheless, and now, you also have induced crippling anxiety of being watched at the back as well.

Recommended Song: Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell

Note: Tidbit inspired by when the phone rings (you get the vibe~). There is also Kkuma starring in this. What more convincing reason do you need to read it? 🤨🤭

⚠︎Reader discretion is advised⚠︎

The curtains lift from your eyes. Clock hands read 9:40 P.M. The sun had dipped hours ago while you were dozing off. The table, piled with cold dishes, stared back at you after you took an uncomfortable nap waiting for your boyfriend, who never arrived for the dinner date.

As you wipe the dried drool, your rectangular device vibrates, the music singing an unknown number requesting a call. The digits barely form in your sight before you're distracted by the creaking door announcing a visitor.

Fatigued limbs of Seungcheol drag on the floorboards, squeaking under his swollen heels. Seeing you all dolled up pops up a missed reminder over his head.

His lips click, scripting a guilty apology in his head. A heavy blanket of guilt weighs on his heart as he stammers, “I—” regretting the hours of anticipation he'd caused and the subsequent letdown.

“Save it,” you huff, springing up. You swiftly stack up the untouched plates and utensils, moving around to clean up. He flinches at your pinching command.

“I'm really sorry,” he pleads, circling your wrist, halting your chores. “It took longer than expected—I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” With a shameful dip of his head, he admits, “I should have told you earlier.”

You heavy out, not meeting his eyes. “You could’ve at least let me know you’d be late.”

He earnestly nods. “You’re right. I’ll be better about that.”

The tension coils for a moment as you look up, meeting his anxious eyes. The irritation in your chest soon starts to evaporate, though the long wait still pricks.

“You better,” you softly mutter. He casts a nervous smile, pecking your cheek in relief.

“I promise,” he quietly pledges.

Seungcheol fulfills his promise by taking you out next Sunday.

The sun pities the couple, shining silky hues of happy luminance. Its warmth caresses your skin, providing solace.

The air mingles with stale sweat, blended musky soil, and faint odors of spilled drinks and foods stained in fabrics as Seungcheol sandwiches you through the crowd. His face masked and head ducked under the cap as he firmly grips your digits, guiding you through the maze.

Your jacket gets plucked, almost pushing you off balance, but upon inspection, you find nothing. You reason to yourself that it accidentally got pulled into such a packed setting, but you swear you feel a breeze kissing your back.

Upon escaping the crowd, greenery greeted the couple. Spikes of greenery bed the wavy land, blankets covering it with picnic baskets. People are babbling, kids run around chasing each other while some are munching their prepared sandwiches.

“Surprise!” He cheers; his lips roll up. He settles under a tree that offers soft hues of yellow and less crowd around. "We haven't had an outing in ages, and it's packed today," he whines, pulling off his mask. His lips fold down as he smoothens the blanket.

When he absorbs your silence, his neck rotates, and an audible gasp escapes him.

“What happened to your jacket?” He gasps, pointing at the long, awkward slit parting the back of the fabric (which was so casting unnecessary attention by passersby, oblivion to you).

Upon his interrogation, you slide it off. You are surprised that the unsettling cold wasn't just your imagination. Your jacket is slit up from the middle of the shoulder till the hem. It looks stabbed. The cuts are worn with fewer loose threads—it's been cut with something sharp. A blade perhaps.

Your head struggles to wrap around the motive of your injured jacket. No matter how much you don't want to believe it, it looks intentional.

Watch your back!

You shiver as an intrusive thought forms in your head. 

No, I'm overthinking. It can't be that deep. I’m imagining i—

“What happened to it?” He puzzles, his confusion snapping your thoughts.

“I don't know,” you falter. His fingertips run through the worming threads and parted fabrics, unable to make sense of it.

“Maybe it got ripped by something,” you make a guess.

“You are so weird and clumsy,” he draws a nervous titter, trying to diffuse the tension. You both are weirded out by it but shrug it off and resume your outing.

You flatten out the blanket, cozying on it. Seungcheol scoots closer to you as the breeze waves your hair. The gentle sunlight blends with the shady tree crowned over your heads.

“The weather is so nice,” he points out. After a tick of the clock, he marks your silence. “Everything okay?” He inquires, wording his concern.

You slowly shake your head, digging into the basket and fetching out the wrapped sandwiches.

“I was just zoning out,” you clarify, handing him his sandwich. He doesn't call out your furrowed eyebrows and stiff shoulders. He munches quietly, watching your lost face.

“I'm fine,” you nudge him, almost knocking him over.

“Hey!” he yelps. You laugh at his jutting lips. “It's not funny,” he huffs.

“I was just worried about you, you know,” he sulks, caging your fingers in his. Your eyes crinkle as warmth spreads on your lips. The weight on your shoulders eventually melts down.

Both of you burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. 

Not a moment later, your pink bubble bursts when a furry dog launches at your boyfriend.

He squeaks in surprise, balancing himself and the excited look-like of Kkuma. The animal licks his face frantically as Seungcheol cackles, trying to hold her down.

“Okay, okay. Calm down,” he pleads while chortling. He pets her back, soothing the animal into obedience. 

A warm curve canvases your face, watching somebody's loosened pet engulfing your man in love.

“Maybe she knows you have her sister,” you giggle, joining in on giving the jolly dog good rubs as you try to read off the contact attached to her collar.

Your laughter paralyzes upon witnessing the familiar sequence of the engraved phone number.

The digits were undoubtedly twins with the one you had received spam calls from earlier in the week.

You don't get to voice your concern and your finding as the dog flinches and runs off as the mischievous kids dent it with a flying soccer ball.

Your heart sinks into a flood of overwhelming mess. Seungcheol aggravatingly stomps there; the scolding of kids fades from your eardrums.

The day carries on, but your heavy heart drags you back through every hour.

The sun glares at you through translucent curtains. The birds ring up alarms, chirping tediously.

Your groggy figure stretches a yawn, being woken up to another day. Your head rests on the solid chest of your beloved, who is snoring off into dreamland.

Laziness and serenity of dawn still your limbs, letting you soak in the tranquility of your domestic morning.

After the clock laps a quarter, Seungcheol groggily greets you, “Good morning, love. You're already up?”

You hum, snuggling up to him. His fingers carded through your tousled hair, enjoying the early hour snuggles.

The phone rings, jolting your bones. Seungcheol chuckles as you get startled by a mere call.

The call cuts off before you get to peek at the ID.

“Scary cat,” he grins, poking your cheek. 

“I was just startled, okay?” You roll your eyes, explaining your jump.

“Sure~” he muses, making your lips fold down harder and your cheeks puff up.

“Okay, stop sulking,” he teases.

“I'm not!”

“Whatever you say, love,” his lips get curlier, enhancing your frown.

“Okay, okay,” he sniggers, giving in as he marks his defeat by kissing your crown. You melt instantly in his arms.

“What do you want to have for breakfast?” you ask, diverting his attention.

After feeding your bellies, Seungcheol ended up rounding back to work because of an urgent meeting.

“Let's watch a movie tonight, your pick,” he concedes, quickly bidding goodbye to your lips and heading off.

Your mediocre day goes by dusting off furniture and doing countless chores such as sweeping the floors, tidying up the rooms, and washing the stack of stained dishes. At the end, your clothes are all drenched and filthy.

You shed your fabrics, hopping in the shower. The sprinkles soak your skin; your fingers run through your damp strands, washing up.

The mist caresses you in a blanket of warmth. A sense of pupils pours into your pores.

Fog evaporates from your mouth as your perception sharpens. Your neck twirls, only to be greeted with critters accompanying your shower.

You shrug it off, feeling silly for getting spooked out of nothing.

After stepping out of the humidity, you go about your day. You reply to cluttered emails, read a bit of the novel, and doom-scroll the whole morning.

In the evening, the wrangle of strangled actors carries on in the film, which you barely bat an eye at. Seungcheol’s fingers latch onto your middle, cozying up to you. A yawn escapes from the edge of his conscience. His toiled head lolls to your slope of the shoulder.

“Tired?” You ask, skimming through his strands. He vibrates an exhausted hum.

“Should I turn it off?” You suggest. He disagrees with a shake of the head, finding the noise soothing as background. Your fingers continue flowing through his hair as you resume your concentration back to the screen.

As the clock ticks by, erratic thoughts start to chew your attentiveness. Your recollection files through events that occurred recently. Odd incidents had been keeping you on edge. Nothing made sense of it. Unable to interpret, your gaze travels back to the television, the actress wrapped up in tension as she is hiding from her chaser.

A headline banner running at the hem of the screen grabs your attention, displaying a familiar cell number accompanied by a missing case of a dog.

Stupefaction makes you rub your eyes, and the digits curve back into different numbers.

Did I just hallucinate?

You wonder as the shock makes your muscles strain, altering Seungcheol from a change in atmosphere. He stirs, confused by the sudden tension.

“Everything okay?” He mutters as confusion drips from his question.

“My shoulder is sore,” you say, scratching your nape.

“Is my head that heavy?” Seungcheol snickers.

“You are not that smart,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon, we both know I got the brains,” he impishly elbows you, grinning up.

The wrinkles of tension iron out as the couple engages in light-hearted banter. The film continues buzzing in the background, no one paying any mind to it.

The night eventually colors out. You go along with your routine as the days roll by.

The notorious calls ring up frequently, turning your brain squishy and anxious.

After chewing out your nails, you decide to lend the obnoxious caller an ear.

“Hello?” Your question hangs in the air, getting silent treatment.

“Who is this?” You swallow a lump. “Why do you keep calling me?” You continue pressing on the interrogation.

A swish of silence breezes by, your tongue drying up from scorching tension.

“What do you wa—” 

A loud, piercing yelp echoed through the phone, silencing you this time. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“What's happening? Are you hurt? No—are you hurting someone?” Your fingers tremble as you clutch your phone tighter, blood rushing in your ears.

The whimpering sobs go on, sounding less and less like a human.

It sounds young. A child?

A broken bark shatters your doubts.

It's a dog!

Another melancholic yelp rips through the phone, followed by a muffled shuffling of air getting cracked. The sickening sound of something—a leather belt perhaps meeting fur—came next, followed by a desperate whimper. The abuse was brutal and relentless.

Your hand shot to your mouth, muffling the scream boiling in your chest.

“Please!” You cry as your begging escapes you in a desperate, ragged gasp. “Please stop!”

The blood starts pounding in your ears, drowning out everything except the tortured cries of the pitiful creature. You stand paralyzed and helpless, perhaps miles away from the pitiful creature.

“STOP!” The shrilling shriek pricks your throat as it vomits out.

Your breath chokes off, and your mind whirls in every direction. You scribble through every who and why, but you cannot reach a conclusion. A dog getting abused—

Kkuma!

The phone slips from your fingertips, clattering to the floor. You bloat in the bedroom with unsteady legs; the floorboards crack under your run. You have to do something, anything, to stop this nightmare. You have to make sure Seungcheol's beloved daughter is safe and sound. 

You barge into the bedroom, heaving out with relief, leaning against the door frame as your gaze falls on blissfully oblivious Kkuma licking her paw.

She gleefully squeaks a bark at you, happy with your visit. Unable to bleed out worry, you cradle her in your arms. Your fingers soften through her pearl fur. She leans in your touch, wiggling her tail happily.

“I'm sorry.” Your apology quivers. “I'm so sorry.” Your tears soak her fur. She lolls her head in confusion at your sudden meltdown. Your apology rings to no one in particular as you sob your heart out.

In a futile attempt to provide comfort, Kkuma licks the tears off your cheeks. She lets out a drawn bark, puzzled by the endlessly flowing river.

After flushing out your dams for an hour, you sit, leaning against the wall. All energy drained out of you. You don’t hear the door creaking, Seungcheol arriving home.

You are vaguely aware of his presence when he finds you scooted against the wall with stained tears and Kkuma in your arms. You don’t register his wrinkled face with concern, nor do you acknowledge his worried words, which escape his lips.

You fluidly go through the motions as he tucks you in bed after abandoning an unavailing interrogation of your state.

You can’t decide if the call last night bothers you more or his silence about that strange incident the next morning.

You can't help stealing glances his way as you nibble your breakfast. You part your lips to question him, but the squeaky bark of Kkuma interrupts you both. She tilts her head, as if asking how you are holding up.

You crouch down, rubbing her fur with a pat of assurance, soothing her worries. You're too busy coddling her to notice that Seungcheol left without bidding goodbyes.

Your whole day goes by with a flood waving in your chest, keeping you drenched in discomfort. Luckily, your mind stays occupied with completing tasks of the day.

When the sun dips below the horizon, you offer Kkuma an occasional treat as her dinner. She giddily nips her food, wiggling her tail jollily. It slightly lifts the weight from your chest.

After a quarter of a night, Seungcheol returns home.

“You're back,” you crook your neck up. He gives an exhausted nod.

Silence stretches out.

“Have you had dinner yet?” You attempt to disperse silence. On cue, his stomach confesses noisily.

“Get changed; I'll get the table ready,” you give a traced smile, standing up. He doesn't protest, scratching his nape at the confession of his loud hunger. He pads off to freshen up.

After changing, he joins you at the table. He doesn't even spring up his neck to meet your eyes.

Your teeth dip into your lip, your gaze darting at corners at his lingering silence.

“Is everything okay?” You muster up your question.

“I'm just tired from work,” monotones Seungcheol as his eyes are still boring into his dinner.

Your head droops, your fingers fiddling with loose threads of fabric. The silence shadows the couple again.

The chair scrapes the floorboards as he finishes his dinner. Your ears pick up the shuffling of his steps, the tap running as he washes his dishes.

Without thinking, your feet lead you to his back, your arms swirling around his waist. He freezes momentarily, feeling your cheek squished against his back.

“Why are you acting like this?” your throat quivers, unfamiliar vulnerability creeping in. He lets out a sigh. After a beat, he turns off the tap and dries his hands with a cloth.

He faces you, his gaze locking with your crimson-rimmed eyes.

“I should be the one asking that,” he scowls, his tone biting your heart. His arms crossed.

Your breath hitches in your throat. For a moment, the air feels humid, suffocating. The weight of his words sinks in like a cold stone, making you hesitate. The sharpness in his tone makes your pulse race, but you refuse to let him see you crumbling. Your fingers twitch as you pull away from his waist. You meet his narrowed glare, straightening your spine, but the chill of rage creeps through your bones, making your body tremble.

“What does that mean?” You press on, despite already suspecting an answer.

“You know what I’m talking about!” He seethes, his anger flaring up. You swallow a lump, darting his eyes. At your petrified stance, his eyes wrinkles shut. He lets out a heavy exhale of regret, running his fingers through his strands.

The flowing rage in his veins steals his arms crossed, as if stifling it from bursting out. “It means I’m trying to figure out whatever the hell is going on with you, and you’ve just—” He cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh. “Shut me out. Again.”

“I…,” You moisten your lips, trying to slip out the words stuck to your throat. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Yeah, I know,” irritation seeps into his tone as he shakes his head. “But you’re still doing it.”

The silence presses down on you both, the distance between you stretching so wide it feels impossible to bridge it.

“I—,” you click your tongue, torn between coming clean or taking the safer road. “I’ve been stressed. I didn’t—I didn’t mean to,” you settle on a safe one, though it doesn't feel enough. “I’m so sorry.”

After a tick of the clock, he nods. You don't notice the foiled disappointment in his eyes. Despite accepting your dry apology, he doesn't meet your glassy eyes.

You shuffle uncomfortably, unsure if he had forgiven you.

Is he still angry at me?

… Well, probably.

“I know I shouldn't have; you didn't deserve it,” you press on your guilt vocally. “I'm really sorry,” your apology genuinely quivers.

“You…,” he trails off, meeting your sorry gaze. His pupils soften as he lets out a long, weary sigh. He clenches his fist, having so much to say yet nothing to yell. He wants to scream at you, forcing your own cold poison down your throat that you had been feeding him. Yet he can’t stand your guilty eyes and just wants it all to be over.

He twirls his heels, walking out of the mess he doesn’t want to face. He jogs faster, hearing your cries echoing behind the closed doors.

He runs away faster and faster, stripping the despair down his shoulders.

Shadows shroud the house when he arrives home late at night. He casts a long stare at the closed door of your shared bedroom. You are probably asleep by now, he concludes. He doesn’t join you in bed. He opts to curl up on the small, uncomfortable couch.

The next morning, the sunrise greets him with glittery rays. He stifles a yawn, taken aback by the sudden weight on top of him. Your unkempt strands rub his jaw as you stir around in your uncomfortable sleep.

His arms stay spread out like an awkward bird with sprung wings. When sleep fades from your eyes, you jerk up. You scratch your nape, feeling anxious and awkward at his reaction. He makes no comment as you shuffle into the cushion beside him.

Both of you find corners to stare into with tension weighting your shoulders. The unspoken words blanket a suffocating silence. His gaze is distant, just as his thoughts are elsewhere, tangled within the mess that had passed. You shift uncomfortably, your fingers twitching, yearning to reach out but not knowing how.

You clear your throat, the sound so small it feels like it could shatter the fragile air around you. “You…You know I didn’t mean it, right? What I said… How I had been acting…”

He doesn’t spare you a glance, his jaw tightening, muscles rigid as if he’s holding something in—something that could break the thread of peace if spilled over. His weighted words leave in a low octave, “I know, but it doesn't make it go away.”

Your mouth rips open, incapable of spitting out the right words. You swallow your guilt. Your repeated apologies even start sounding empty to you—like an irritating barking.

The odd barking echoes in your ears of that day. Your fingers clutch your dress as your breath shortens. Your world spins around and around, yet you can't find any answer to the odd happenings to you.

“I need some time,” he sighs obliviously and walks out without giving you a glance.

Your heart sinks into itself, cutting into your senses. Your breath evaporates. You bang your chest, heaving loudly. Tears flow down your red cheeks.

You cry, wail, and sob your sorrows over and over. Your throat scratches from crying out tears. Confusion fogs your brain, yet your heart aches painfully.

Nothing makes sense—nothing! Yet your bones chill whenever you receive those ‘spam’ calls.

Your phone rings at your recall, jumping your shoulders. You can't make out the digits through a blurry gaze, but you know it's that phone number.

Speak of the devil!

Your wobbly fingers haul your phone at something. You don't know what it collided with, but a loud thud silences its taunting ringing.

Your heart thumps again; you choke out a breath.

I'm not picking it up!

You huff out a promise to yourself.

After staring off into walls for countless rounds of the clock, you muster up some energy to distract yourself. You decide to make a trip to fetch some groceries and inhale some fresh air.

Upon stepping out, the breeze flows off your hair. You breathe in some fresh air, your shoulders relaxing down. Your mind is still a muddled mess of confusion, hurt, and restlessness that boils into poisonous sentiments.

The sky cries at your misery, the pitter-patter of rain staining down your cheeks. The soaking pavement and the perfume of soil and wet leaves spray the air, creating a rainy aroma.

The clouds' condolence comforts you; you pad to the store without a care for your drenching clothes. People around the street contrast you, covering their heads with their bags and cursing under their breaths as they scramble to find some shelter.

You walk into the quiet convenience store with no other customer in sight. Your fingers pat off the soaked clothes—though it won't make much of a difference. You ruffle your dripping hair; the drops swing around. You straddle off to the pet food section. After that incident, you had been spoiling Kkuma more to put your heart at ease.

You scan the aisle, looking at the expiration dates and brands. You find her favorite treats. As you're busy deciding on her snack, a shuffling passes behind you.

Click

You jerk around hearing an electric click go off—as if a picture snapped. But no one is present in your sight.

You shudder, your guts clenching at the ominous aura. You quickly grab the puffed bag and head to the counter.

“Did anyone come in?” you ask the cashier. She gives you a disinterested shake of the head while running through your item. You quickly make your purchase and swiftly jog out.

Your feet sped up on the silky pavement. You jog as your feet catch their speed, accelerating into a run without looking back.

As you reach home, your palm weighs on your knees, hovering over as you catch your breath. Upon bending the doorknob, Seungcheol's head jerks up.

“Where were you?” He fumes.

“To the convenience store—”

“At this hour?” He infuriatingly questions your explanation.

“And what’s wrong with stepping out at this hour?” You retaliate, rolling your eyes as you drop the bag on the table.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” he warns.

You bite your tongue, realizing you're sinking deeper into your grave. You clench your fist, letting out a constipated sigh of surrender. Your sloped shoulders peel off a layer of anger and despair from his heart. He is tired of constant arguments, and he knows you are too.

His nails dig into your shoulder, turning you around.

“Can we stop fighting?” You plead first. He closes his tight jaw, dipping a faint nod.

The gravity presses down on the couple, demanding a shift of atmosphere. The constant echoes of silence ripple with discomfort—a slow, suffocating pressure neither of you can avoid anymore. He nestles on the couch again, his back straight, his hands folded tightly in his lap. You stand at its edge, hesitant, uncertain, but knowing you can't avoid this moment.

“Can we… talk?” you meekly request. Your tender voice mutters on the verge of breaking down at the smallest touch, but you push forward anyway.

He glances up at you, his gaze soft but guarded. He stays quiet at first, only shifts slightly, an invitation to sit.

You dip on the cushion beside him, leaving a breathing room. You both need room to breathe, to process. The tension still lingers, but it’s different now—quieter, more palpable.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” you start, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. “About us…about that fight. And… maybe you’re right.”

He doesn’t spare you a glance. His jaw clenched tight, but his quietness signals that he's listening.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you,” you continue, the words tumbling out faster now, like you’re racing against the weight of them. “I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. But… I also don’t want to lose you. Not like this.”

He exhales sharply as his shoulders slide down, less rigid. He shifts slightly, holding onto his silence. You glance at him, your voice quieter now, trying to hold on to your composure.

“I know I messed up. I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve been so focused on myself, on what I experienced, that I forgot about us. I forgot about you.”

He turns towards you, his eyes searching your face, and for the first time in a long while, you feel like he’s really looking at you. Not with anger, not with hurt, but with something softer, more open. It’s not forgiveness yet, but it’s something like a crack in the wall that has stood between you both.

“I hurt you too,” he says after a long pause, his voice buried, muddied with regret and fatigue. “I didn’t listen to you. I just… I got angry, shutting you out. And I should’ve been there and…better.”

Your heart pinches at his admission, and it stirs something inside you. His vulnerability, his willingness to take responsibility, pulls your soul closer to him. It’s a sign, a crack in the dam that’s been holding back the genuine connection between you both.

“Is there something you want to say?” He throws the bait.

“No.” You swallow.

Your mind tapes you from speaking it out while your heart wants to vomit it out. He scans your hesitant stance, acknowledging you’re not ready for this conversation. He nods to himself, his eyes dart off at corners in disappointment. Seeing your failure on his face, you clip your lips.

“I think we’ve both been holding on to the wrong things,” his voice dips with dissatisfaction, diverting the conversation. “We’ve been holding on to hurt, to all the things we think we can’t change. But maybe—maybe we should let go of all of that.”

You nod along, not fully sure of where your feet are dipping in this sea of mayhem, but a flicker of a wave borns hope. “We should start over.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, his gaze steady now. “We should. No more… No more making the same mistakes.”

A deep breath fills the space between you both, a silent agreement that something is shifting. He reaches for your hand, and for the first time in a long time, it feels natural. No hesitation. No doubt.

“Maybe we can start over,” your fragile proclamation expresses firmly. “Take it slow. No pressure. Just… figuring out what we really need. Together.”

He squeezes your hand, his grip warm and firm, grounding you. “Together,” he echoes, the promise heavier than you can comprehend.

The silence flows off smoothly, with no restraint this time. This one allows space for healing, for growth. There is a lot to be done, but you will take another step with him. Together.

And for the first time in what feels like a long time, there’s hope. Not the naive kind that ignores the reality of everything you’ve been through, but the kind that knows the path forward won’t be easy, but it’s one worth taking.

I’m not ready to tell him.

Your heart drips with guilt for wrapping up secrets from him.

He silently curves you in his arms. His fingers run through your hair, caressing your head.

After the stars twinkle a few rounds, Seungcheol's exhausted frame reminds you of his presence.

“I'm still here,” he reminds you softly. “I'll still be here…regardless of what you do.”

Your fingers curl into his shirt at his implied disappointment—or suspicion. You wonder, unsure.

A soft kiss brushes the crown of your head, pulling you away from your thoughts.

After that night, the dynamic had brewed up into searing tension, slowly wearing off into softness, which leaves a taste of awkwardness. Despite foiled secrets, the couple finds themselves back on the track.

On a lazy Sunny, you sip your lemonade, swinging your legs. The gentle rays caress your skin, soothing you into drowsiness. You hum along the stray squirrel, who is munching at the corner of your porch. You loved lazy weekends, but unfortunately, Seungcheol's company summoned him again, preventing him from accompanying you on your day off.

Your phone pings up a notification. You lift it up, swiping open the unknown message.

Your breath chains up.

It’s a picture.

A picture of your back in the shower.

The cellphone thumps onto the floor. Your feet bolt you towards the bathroom.

You breathe heavily as you swing open the door. Your eyes frantically scan every corner, object and walls.

“Focus!” You scold yourself. You take breaths on counts, trying to calm yourself. You think through the angle of the picture that's already engraved in your head. From above.

Your neck springs up. The lightbulb.

You're quick to drag over the stool, stepping on it. Instantly, your fingers pull out the bulb. There's a black mole in the skirt of its shade.

No, it's a microcamera!

Your trembling hands peel it off. Your knees wobble, barely stepping down without falling over.

The turmoil stirs into a tornado in your chest. Nonconsensual flashes of the past peel off your peace. The bead of violation—unfairness of the world—sinks deeper and deeper in your arteries.

A volcano of sob erupts your grief. You fold over, wailing and scratching your throat with screaming.

Why?

Why me?

Tears flow down into a flood of your misery. Kkuma's concerning barks echo from the other side of the door.

The familiar ringtone echoes from the porch, making you sprint out towards it.

Upon arriving, you pick up your phone.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You screech out first. A snicker grates your desperation.

“I'm just making your little world more entertaining,” they snigger.

“Please stop!—” The plea cracks, terror flooding your request.

“Stop?” an automated heavy voice scoffs. “This is your punishment. You asked for it! Ignore me one more time and I'll make sure your body is pasted on every website and you’ll be just as famous as your flashy man.”

Tears close off your throat as you stand frozen. Fear seeps into your bones, cold and heavy, as the horrifying consequences flash through your mind.

“That jacket…the dog—was it you?” You croak out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You're not as dumb as I thought,” a haughty laughter bubbles out through the phone. “Yes, it was me! At first, I just wanted to scare you a little. But now? You are so much more fun to play with!” The confession rings out, loud and enthusiastic, almost too eerily cheerful.

“Let’s play a little game!” they purr, the words dripping with malicious delight. “From now on, you’ll pick up every call and do what I say. Doesn’t that sound…exciting?” Their laughter is a low, mocking chortle, full of menace.

“Are you out of your mind?!” You snap, exploding with fury.

“Tsk, tsk! Not so bold now, are we, missy?” They taunt, the sneer lingering in their tone, sending a chill down your spine.

You scream, your lungs burning with force, but all that fills you is the icy grip of fear and helplessness, seeping into your veins like poison.

“Enough!” They snap, their voice rising with venom. “You’d better listen or you know exactly where you’ll end up—exposed, humiliated.” The words cut through you, the threat sinking in your mind, draining it of all coherence.

The weight of the threat wraps around your neck like a chain, forcing your head down and your body to tremble. You crumple, your heart spilling out in broken sobs, each echoing through the empty room, a soundtrack to their twisted delight.

Your future. Your reputation. Your very life—everything is now a toy in their hands.

“LET’S PLAY!” They giggle, the sound high and childish, the clap of their hands sharp and triumphant through the line.

And with that, the game began—the one you had already lost before you realized it had started.

Author's Note:

Kkuma's honest reaction:

It's a heavy one, y'all, and will only get heavier! It took me almost two months to write this, and it's not even halfway through the story.

I would love to hear your thoughts on it and give some constructive criticism if you can too! It helps :]

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

The weekend was over. Today I had an appointment with my superiors. It was about my exam and they discussed with me where I will work again after the leave. N. was at home with our son. Tbh, I was worried. I had a bad conscience, because I left my Baby alone with Nico, especially since N. was not really well.

Yesterday he finally talked to me about all this shit (our fight) for which Bianca was responsible. On my way home I met up with B., who was still on duty, so I went to her dentist to talk to her about it. I had no intention of arguing with her; I wanted to settle this matter in peace and ask her to stop texting N.!! Her lies have driven him mad. At first he was extremely angry with me, but the last days he just wasn’t feeling well. He seemed totally depressed, I didn’t know what to do? He just didn’t want me around. At least he cleared everything with Philip and believed him that B.'s the liar!!

Anyway, back to B. & me. I was waiting for her in front of the dental office. During her break, she came out, to talk to me.

Me: Hi, B.!... You ok? 🤨

Bianca: Just a little headache, What’s the matter, A.? Why did you come here? I told you everything this morning! 🤷‍♀️

Me: Yes, but apparently you don’t understand me, so I wanted to talk to you in person. I never asked you to write N. any messages, we just talked about it, but I didn’t ask you to do it!! Anyway! You probably misunderstood me or something, but now I’m asking you to stop!!

Bianca: Come down! I just wanted to do you a favor!

Me: Excuse me? You lied to him! You told him I was going to break up with him because he’s such a fucking Dad to our son. And that he doesn't care about me and Lucas, but only about his soccer career. Just to be clear, I never said that about him, when I confided in you. You, claimed that he abandoned me & Lucas. Besides, you got Philip involved. Do you have any idea what you did with that shit?

Bianca: Listen! I had to somehow win Nico’s trust, so I said all those things. And I didn’t lie, you actually said that Philip is a better Dad than Nico. Still, I was surprised how quickly N. bought all these things from me. 🧐 But then he also told me something about you!.. You and P. kissed!

Me: That wasn’t a real kiss! Which doesn’t mean I like what Philip did. I love N.! That's why I told him!... Now I know why he went so crazy... He really thought I’d rather be with Philip than him!... However! P. & I, we are just Friends!! I understand you’re mad at him. And I’m sorry about you two, but your breakup has nothing to do with me!

Bianca: Idc about P.! He’s a fucking asshole! He doesn’t deserve a girl like me! Just so you know, even though Nico has found out that I lied about you and Philip, he still doesn’t seem to be mad at me. Hm? Strange!

Me: I don’t want a fight B.! Please stop texting N. I love him sm and our son too.

Bianca: If he stops texting me, I won’t write him back. 🤷‍♀️.... Ugh, anyway! I never want to see you, N. or P. again.... I got to get back to work.

Me: Ok. Still, I'm sorry, B. I honestly thought we were friends. I trusted you. But well, too bad.

Tbh, the last sentence I only said, because,.... I was afraid of Bianca and her twin sister Patricia. I just didn’t have the strength to argue with them. I was just hoping they’d finally leave N. and me alone. I should never have trusted B.

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[versethetic]

Hi ^^

So I've been affirming and persisting very consistently for 3 weeks to wake up in the Void-State. I always tell myself that it's already done and that I am just affirming because I am so happy to remind myself of what I already have.

The only moment of wavering in my thoughts is right now to write this, which I will flip in my mind once I am done writing. I also really haven't been stressing myself over affirming ALL the time, knowing I already have it, but it's getting harder to do so.

The thing is, in my thoughts, everything is already done, I've been fully living in the end, but now after 3 weeks of my 3D not visibly conforming to my 4D, it keeps getting harder to not think "where the fuck is it, why is my 3D taking so long when I always assumed it to be quick and easy to manifest"

So yea, I know the only real answer is to keep persisting, but it would be nice to hear your thoughts on this, just to get some kind of feedback even if it's not from my 3D

(I know not to look for confirmation from a dead mirror, but it's been 3 weeks, and I am just human after all... just gimme SOMETHING to hold onto, so I don't have a meltdown 😭)

i know having another person’s words can be very helpful, but in this scenario willpower will get you incredibly far. finding the strength in yourself to push past this state can do more then what any blog can do.

emotions are completely valid, feel them, it’s ok to doubt it, it’s ok to have that feeling of wondering where it is as long as you get right back on track.

you know what to do, don’t let one day of feeling bad make you revive an old dead story.

i’ll reiterate this as many times as necessary. the 3d means nothing to you. it’s not the 3d you’re changing, it’s your state of mind.

brazen impudence is what you must show. time doesn’t matter when everything is instant and now. 3 weeks? you’ve always woken up in the void state. why count how long it’s been since you haven’t gotten in… if you’ve gotten in…🤨

you know not to determine success from an old mirror so don’t. do whatever you need to feel better, affirm mindlessly if it helps. don’t affirm at all unless you think about it if it helps. take your mind off of it if it helps. then when you find yourself more settled and calm, slowly remind yourself that you’ve already done it.

choose the reality of you waking up in the void over and over. because that is your reality now. let the 3d wash out the old story and remain confident that it has no choice but to conform. it WILL mimic your mind for you. don’t think against what you want.

it’s done, your journey is over. let loassum be fun and fresh. if it stresses you out, take a break from worrying over it, even for a couple hours.

[altsunthinkable]

So I was telling my mother (who watches 911 but like in a normal general audience way) about the whole alive Bobby theory today. And in running it down for her, I finally settled on the things that make me most lean towards believing it.

1. Oliver sharing the "buried alive" script page. Now, I actually do think the script page was fake and posted as an April Fools joke (particularly because JLH also posted it but it wasn't legible enough so then Oliver did it too). BUT given that Oliver is aware how fans scrutinize his social media activities and he has outright said he didn't want fans to feel mislead if he "liked" Buddie stuff so he wasn't going to do it anymore... would he really go along with a joke saying Bobby was alive if that isn't going to end up being the case? It wouldn't seem to fit with the care he's shown towards fans' expectations in the past.

2. Oliver's post about Peter saying "we miss you at work with us every day" when we know for a fact he's been on set pretty much this whole time. Not "we will miss you." But something we know to actually be false because he hasn't been missing yet.

3. Oliver sharing then deleting the two photos of Brad Torrence just hours after the funeral scenes were shot downtown. It wasn't just one photo which could have been an accidental "oops I didn't mean to tap that one" share. It was two separate photos. We all thought it was odd at the time and wondered what it was about. But then someone (I'm sorry I don't remember who) pointed out what the suicidal Hotshots fan said in 8x08: "You're my comfort captain... You're killing off Captain Banner? You can't! ... Do you realize how many people would be devastated if you did that?" Brad dismisses it as 2 days on TMZ tops. The fan then quotes the inspirational speech from the end of Hotshots season 2 word for word and reiterates: "You can't kill off Captain Banner. He's what keeps the 119 fire family together."* And Brad decides he'll agree to have Banner live. And we see for a fact that he goes through with it.

4. Angela Bassett saying she found out when she got the script when Tim Minear said in an inteview that he called each cast member and told them, giving details about how they reacted (that it took 15 minutes to convince Aisha he wasn't joking).

5. Ryan not doing a goodbye post directed to Peter at all. Not even a photo of the two of them together. Just sharing a silly fan edit of Bobby with a pink bow on his head.

Those are the main offscreen things that have me 🤔🤨. On screen see also:

1. Chekov's rat. Why make a point of showing Chimney bringing it out of the lab when they didn't even acknowledge its existence while they were inside? And we had that post-episode still showing someone taking the rat away from Chim while he's in quarantine. That got cut from the episode but was apparently important enough to write and to shoot.

2. The awkward and otherwise unnecessary cut from Chimney on the phone with Maddie saying "he knew" to the 4 nameless faceless people in hazmat suits caring out the already closed body bag before panning to Bobby's helmet on the floor. It's awkward AF. If they wanted the helmet shot for emotional punch they could have gone just to it. Or panned across some of the blood Bobby had coughed up on the floor and then settled on the helmet. Or maybe even from Bobby's boots and legs from where he died knelt at that table to his helmet. The shot of the body bag being carried out by unknown people was completely out of place. Unless it's important that we know that.

3. The choice of Work Song. We know this show loves itself some on the nose musical choices. "No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her." There so many songs about death and loss they could have used to just as poignant an end. But this is what they picked.

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*Tim has cited the Captain Banner stuff in interviews saying it was him choreographing his intentions to kill Bobby. But given Oliver's choice to share those pics when it was already clear fans had figured it out it was Bobby's funeral being filmed, I can just as easily see it being Tim feeling incredibly pleased with himself and clever that he told us exactly what was going to happen - Captain Banner Nash is going to live! My bet is he probably was bummed out some fans were on to him so quickly so he decided to mention it to try to again say "see, he's dead!" Ala "the body bag didn't convince you?" Which is also weird thing to say if that shot doesn't end up being important...

[spacedlexi]

As someone who loves both Kenny and Violet, I feel like I’ve found my calling here 😭😭😭

They’re genuinely so similar, and I do agree that the fandom has male bias, as well as protagonist bias actually

Clementine has the opportunity to befriend/romance Violet and then let her get kidnapped 20 minutes later. And for Violet, that is the most obvious feeling of betrayal! I don’t understand why people in the fandom struggle to realize that their actions have consequences

Lee can basically hate Kenny the entirety of the first season and then the fandom defends Kenny for his actions.

Clearly most of us totally understand Kenny’s response to Lee’s and by extension Clementine’s behavior, so why can’t they understand Violet’s response to Clem’s? Makes no sense to me

honestly i feel like aside from having a male bias the fandom has more of a kenny bias than a protag bias. i see his ass EVERYWHERE. CONSTANTLY. some people act like he raised clem as much as lee did 😭 (and i dont like the way the fandom talks about clem sometimes 😒 ties into the "weird about women" stuff)(and javi? wheres javi? i would like to see more javi. i actually think i see david more than javi)

anyway. i DO find kenny to be a compelling character and understand Why hes popular. its why i initially thought vi would be more popular among those fans! people who like both kenny and vi i can trust to have understood the assignment 💀 because they really do share similarities. but things some people LOVE kenny for they absolutely LOATHE violet for. and its just???? whats not clicking???

i really dont understand why some people act So Shocked by violets reaction in the cells. like hello?? YOU did this to her??? shes done nothing but put herself on the line for clem (even if clem is mean and ungrateful about it), and the One time vi needs clem to have her back, she doesnt (even tho its an impossible choice to make, and deep down vi understands this). and people shock pikachu face when it pushes her back to minnie like no shit??? but i dont think theyre even paying attention to violets character in the first place so 🙄😑 violet settled into that leadership position on her own and not only do you strip her of that role by letting her get taken she also feels discarded by the One Person who was actually influencing her to change for the better in the first place. AND you can do it all 20 minutes after kissing her. of course shes hurt!!! but people act like shes soooo unreasonable for her behavior (and vi would later agree with them! she tries apologizing to clem on the beach actually. thats how quickly she regrets it. but its too late at that point for her i guess 🙄 irredeemable. to the stocks)

kenny will Literally refuse to help lee look for clem if you pissed him off too much like 😭?? if you arent kissing kennys ass 24/7 he is the worlds biggest bitch about it. but endless excuses for kennys behavior for some reason 🤨 him trying to save ben (or christa but its better with ben narratively) is his first Real selfless act and its why its such a compelling conclusion for his S1 arc (only compounded by the fact its BEN of all people hes trying to save, the reason his family is dead). and S2 kenny is all about how his mental health is in sharp decline and hes becoming more violent as he attempts to control what he cannot 💀 kenny defenders out here using up all the oxygen in the room to make excuses for his actions but the minute vi makes One mistake she immediately regrets (after being nothing but loyal), shes an evil bitch deserving of what she got 😐

gee i wonder why 😭😔

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Can you do Alastor x Hispanic singer reader? Possibly Fem reader? She could be like Selena or La India ( if you know who they are, if not its fine! )

A/n: Alastor’s type is singers 100%, he’s in love with the stage and that includes the people in it, and as a latina woman I’m excited for this

Warnings: Mentions of death, Slight! Obsession (from fans), SFW all around, Alastor is bad at feelings

Songs you can listen too while reading: Captive Heart by Selena. I could fall in love by Selena. Ese Hombre by La India. Vivir Lo Nuestro by La India. Ocean by Karol G. Not Too Late by Kali Uchis.

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

Alastor doesn’t know spanish to save the life of him

but what he DOES know is french, and THAT a for some reason makes more sense to him when translating that into spanish ( the world may never know why )

He doesn’t realize you SING spanish music at first

The two of you meet through Charlie, you’d wanted to get rehabilitated and she introduced you to Alastor

when you spoke to him he noticed you sounded, off almost? like you were struggling a bit to speak

he didn’t question it, brushing it off with a shrug until Charlie asked you how you died

you explain to her you had gotten killed by a fan, who was crazy in the worst way possible

cue alastor like 🤨🤨 huh???

he acts like he doesn’t overheat on the conversation and decides to keep it to himself

until crowds of people are at the hotel asking for you and now suddenly your nowhere to be seen so now he’s really suspicious like ??

he sends his shadows after you, and they tell him your hiding in a storage closet practically freaking out

charlie manages to get the crowd to leave and when you do come back your uncharacteristically quiet

it’s then Alastor hears from Angel that your basically one of the biggest singers to die so far and suddenly the crowds showing up makes sense

Charlie can’t help it and says with all the attention the hotel got she wants you to hold a show to bring more people here and though the timing is horrible you agree

alastor is more interested in how this show is gonna go

UNTIL he sees how much you change on stage

you look so much happier, more at peace and while your fairly chipper this is different from the regular, it’s nice

he’s admittedly blown away by your voice, because the vocals? he’s shocked, he definitely didn’t expect that

he also wonders how your singing in english is better than your speaking

he does like your music though and when the show is over and you finally settle down again he’s at your side asking all sorts of questions

like where did you learn to sing like that ?

what’s your favorite song to sing?

how do you sing better in english but struggle speaking it in conversation?

can you teach him? You answer them all casually and tell him it’s just something you’ve always done

He begins to encourage that you sing again, to keep your career going, your fairly young, you still have talent, you should

and reluctantly you agree

out of the two of you, you’re actually the one to confess first through song ;)

“I only have a few songs left for tonight.” You say into the microphone. The fans cheer and the lights focus on you once more. You smile before the music starts up again. “This song means more to me than when I wrote it. Now it means something more because I have someone to care about.” You say again, and you stop letting the music play for a bit. At the sound of the music playing for the song the fans cheer, excited once more. “I could lose my heart tonight If you don't turn and walk away. Cause the way I feel I might, lose control and let you stay.”

In the stands, Charlie and Vaggie smile to each other enjoying the song while Angel just silently listens. Husk is drunk out of his mind with a bottle of booze while Nifty is listening contently. Alastor is watching, now having questions. Who are you talking about? The crew is straight in front of the stage, just a bit higher up above ground in the stadium. “And I know it's not right, and I guess I should try, to do what I should do. But I could fall in love, fall in love with you. I could fall in love with you” You’re now at the front of the stage, and Alastor can’t tell if your staring at him or the people around him.

“Siempre estoy soñando en ti. Besando mis labios, acariciando mi piel. Abrazándome con ansias locas. Imaginando que me amas. Como yo podía amar a ti.” Suddenly he’s grateful for all those spanish lessons you gave him while writing your songs, because now he knows what you’re saying. I'm always dreaming of you. Kissing my lips, caressing my skin. hugging me with crazy longing. imagining that you love me, how could I love you.

The song ends not to long after that, and there are only a few more songs before the show ends. Charlie and the rest of the group meet you backstage to congratulate you. “You did amazing Y/n! Thank you so much.” Charlie says as she runs over to you hugging you. You smile and hug her back, Vaggie handing you a bouquet of flowers. The ride back to the hotel is relatively quiet, small talk here and there, but everyone is so tired they’re all ready to knock out.

Except for Alastor who is scrambling nonsense around in his mind.

Why did he feel like you were talking to him?

Were you?

when you get back to the hotel you excuse yourself to your room, getting un-ready

and before you’re about to go to bed you hear a knock at your door

you open it to see alastor

“Hello my dear! I wanted to discuss something with you.” You stare a bit nervous before nodding.

“Would you like to accompany me on an evening stroll?” He asks, and you feel a bit excited.

“Of course, let me get a sweater first.”

When you come back you shut your room door and the two of you begin walking down the hall.

It isn’t until you leave the hotel you speak again. “so what did you want to discuss?” You ask and he just smiles wider.

“I wanted to praise you’re preformance tonight. It was truly astounding! Why it put poor old Annette to shame!” He complimented, beaming a smile. You pat yourself on the back mentally before thanking him.

“Alastor, I think we both know what needs to be said.” you speak up, sensing his nervousness. He stiffens before stopping entirely.

“I believe you’re aware of where my feelings reside for you.” You say, trying to carefully speak to make sure you make more sense. He just nods, and you sigh.

“I understand if you don’t… feel the same. I am content with moving on and forgetting this-“

“Why that’s no way to live dear.” Alastor says, a smile on his face. His staff disappears and he takes your hands in his, twirling you before bringing you close. “Podría enamorarme de ti.”