#im a little high so sorry if it is rude to comment.

[fairydriver]

That's me.

[newtkive]

shift shenanigans - s1 social media au

note: jus for fun ! may or may not do more parts.

warnings: crude humor, slightly offensive jokes from richie sry

part two

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chefboyardee: my friends! i love my friends! the two on the right more than the left (i’m joking i promise) 😁😁😁😁

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syd_adamu: brave of you to call him your friend y/n

↳ chefboyardee: boss man carmy save me

↳ syd_adamu: oh.. :///

marcus.brooks11: you did me so dirty, friend.

↳ chefboyardee: love you marcus you look spectacular

↳ marcus.brooks11: don’t start

richietheking: Where am I?

↳ chefboyardee: ya motha

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richietheking: Getting sh$!t done.

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marcus.brooks11: This is coolllddd.

↳ richietheking: You already know it man.

syd_adamu: this is actually crazy

carmyberzatto: can you show this on instagram? i think you should delete this.

↳ richietheking: Delete your life.

chefboyardee: come down to the beef for a number 6 the occy way 💯 the safest joint on the block 🤑💯we are 🔛🔝

↳ richietheking: Eyyy I know that’s right.

↳ carmyberzatto: please don’t advertise this.

WE HAVE THE BEEF 🥩

[ 8:25 am ]

y/n:

bruh im about to lose it. heads up when you guys get to work.

marcus: that catering order is about to be crazy

DO NOT REPLY: These white boards are stressing me out.

syd: we know, probably giving you ptsd from not finishing high school

DO NOT REPLY: Fuck you I did finish it.

y/n: oh i gotta change ur contact name richie

richie poo: ????? What

y/n: it was ‘DO NOT REPLY’ lols

marcus: valid

syd: real

richie poo: What? Why?! That’s so rude

y/n: cuz you piss me off

and you kept blowing up my phone yesterday

richie poo: You weren’t answering, and we needed help at the cook out.

syd: the one where you poisoned everyone?

richie poo: Fuck off.

y/n: when i’m off work, i’m off work.

marcus: don’t let carmy hear that, y/n

y/n: don’t remind me

syd: he’s trying at least, go easy on him. he really has great ideas

richie poo: You mean you have great ideas in that little notebook

tina: Never trust a broad with a notebook.

syd: hey! i’m just being helpful

y/n: do you guys think my ig post will hurt carmys feelings

marcus: it would make me a little sad if i were him, but i don’t think he cares

y/n: great i’m gonna cry now

syd: i doubt he even saw it y/n it’s fine

richie poo: Check the work chat. Cousin is in a mood.

y/n: oh great

tina: Help us all.

syd: be nice you guys

WORK

[ 9:15 am ]

carmy: Everyone, we have huge catering orders tomorrow to prep for today. Please get here as soon as you can, the earlier you clock in the better. Additionally, please be careful what you post on social media. I don’t want people to get the wrong impression

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

syd: ok sounds good

richie poo: Cool it, Cousin. What’s the issue with the social media

tina: I use FaceBook. That not allowed now??

carmy: Tina, you’re fine. I’m talking about those who post work things on public accounts

marcus: facebook is crazy

richie poo: I can’t go private

y/n: he needs the likes

richie poo: No I’m disabled from doing so. Not sure why

y/n: liar

richie poo: 😑I don’t like you

carmy: Then please don’t post pics of yourself posting up with a gun and an air horn outside of my shop anymore.

marcus: that pic was fire can’t lie

carmy: Well, it’s bad for business.

richie poo: Fine, whatever

y/n: carmy

carmy: What, Y/n?

y/n: is this because of my caption on my post i’m sorry i promise i wasn’t being for real

carmy: I don’t care Y/n.

y/n: is that code for ‘i care a lot and i’m crying in the office right now and that’s why the door is closed’

oh

syd: ? why the oh

y/n: he opened the door and yelled no 🤨 but i think i saw red eyes

carmy: Please get back to work and I’ll comp a meal for you later

y/n: OMG yes chef 😍

richie poo: Inappropriate emojis and you shouldn’t have to incentivize her to work

y/n: shut up acting like HR i’m gonna beat your ass

jealousy is ugly which is why you have that mug on your face

carmy: Stop

y/n: yes chef 👨‍🍳

i heard your giggle tho

richie poo: Again with the schizo episode

syd: you can’t say that richie

richie poo: Oh sorry

[tteokdoroki]

imagine if your bestfriend katsuki was really babyfaced until he hit his 20’s. total late bloomer, aure he went through puberty but his body looked like it had never gotten out of the awkward teen boy phase look!

so, anyways maybe you travel back him for some family time, gone for maybe 3-4 months. Katsuki had already looked really mature, he just had some baby fat, and you teased him, because in your words he still looked like he did when he was 5.

now you’ve come back, and boy, has katsuki grown. you and the group go out on the town, and when you see katsuki he has grown in height, build, and his face is now chiseled. and you cant believe your eyes. the whole night you can’t stop staring, seeing your bestfriend in a new light.

(sorry if this makes no sense im running on a low brain battery lol!)

kissing your brain actually absolutely just smooching it ??

growing up with katsuki and he’s just the kid you guys picked on ever so slightly cause it was easy to get on his nerves — he’d just run home and cry. definitely a mamas boy LMAO !! but you’re both so cute, with gaps in your teeth and messy cheeks and your parents think you’re gonna end up together when you grow up. katsuki thinks that’s gross and you think he’s being mean n you push each other away like ewww grosss even though you were probably crushing on each other back then.

when you’re a little older katsuki is still baby faced and his mom always pinches his cheeks and calls him handsome and does that thing mom’s do where they lick their thumb and use it to wipe their kids face. PLEASE but katsuki is still so cute n hasn’t quite grown into himself yet :(( and when you start hitting 13/14 everyone is talking about the boys they like and who they wanna go to the movies with after school — he doesn’t think you’ll wanna go out with him because you’re best friends and he doesn’t look like the guys in your teen pop magazines or the boy groups you like.

stop he has like braces, he’s a little lanky and his voice is always cracking !!! awkward teen boy katsuki for the win!!! he probably stays like that all the way through high school n then you end up losing touch after graduation/starting college.

but then a few years down the line when you’re back from college your friends are begging you to come to a local bar to catch up — you ask if katsuki will be there and they won’t stop teasing you about it because you haven’t seen each other in ages !! laughing and pointing when he rolls in with your other guy friends, taller, thicker more buff. you’re practically drooling.

the katsuki you knew was shy, and small if he wanted to be but this katsuki is loud. he fills the whole room with his presence, he’s got a waistline that could kill and a jawline so sharp you could cut diamonds on it.

“didn’t your ma ever tell ya starin’ is rude?” bakugou mumbles when he’s close enough to order a drink and you literally melt in your spot — because when did his voice get so deep? basically running through your ears like melted chocolate.

“you’ve changed.” you quip.

“for the better, i hope?”

“yeah… you look good.”

“and so do you,” he comments back smoothly. “but don’cha worry, ‘m still your same old katsuki.”

and god, the way he smirks at you afterwards makes your thighs shake and your stomach do back flips, and you kinda hope your katsuki is a little bolder, a little different when you ask him.

“do you wanna get out of here, katsuki?”

your suspicions are confirmed when bakugou kicks back his shot and says.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

[bakugoushotwife]

Bad Liar // katsuki bakugou

a/n: i got soooo carried away with this one lmfao no regrets though, i love bakubaby so bad and this is so self-ship coded no apologies :D this is probably my last piece before kinktober! i know i know boo hiss im sorry, im sorry, i'll probably still pepper in drabbles and headcanons just because :0

cw: suggestive, 16+ to read. bakugo is agressive as always, he has his own language lmao, possessiveness? friends to lovers, hiding it from the bakusquad!

wc: 2.9k

He can’t stand it. It was his stupid idea in the first place, but still, he finds himself knee deep in regret instead of ocean-water. And his friends make everything worse. Oh his stupid, stupid friends and their stupid gatherings and hang out sessions, just irritating him beyond belief. You weren’t included in this tirade, no. Never. You’ve never had a stupid idea in your life, other than agreeing to be his woman, he thinks now. 

Denki and Mina would want to go to the beach. That’s so perfectly, stupidly, them. It’s the hottest day of the year, and Katsuki is miserable in so many ways it’s almost comical. Certainly he would laugh if it was happening to anyone but him. He’s already prone to hyperhidrosis due to his quirk nature, and the weather certainly wasn’t helping the matter. He looks like he’s been greased in baby oil or something slimy straight out of the sea. You on the other hand, look—he can’t look. You’ve been friends since your first year at UA, or as close to friends as one really can get with the explosive blond. You seemed not to mind his bristly nature, even when he got a little loud, you never flinched away from him or went out of your way to push his buttons like everyone else. 

You were different. You invited him to read your favorite books and mangas with you, you introduced him to new video games and even offered to train together, something that anyone outside of Izuku ran away from. You were unafraid, he realized. He knows he makes it hard. He’s hateful and unforgiving, loud and brash. None of those are good qualities, he’s well aware, but you made him feel like they were. You laughed at his rude comments, only shaking your head or rolling your eyes playfully to disagree. When he got loud, you got louder, a tactic his mom first employed and something he hadn’t realized worked on him so well. No, you made those qualities feel endearing. It wasn’t long before he was inviting you to tag along with him too, teaching you how to make different dishes and even trying your hand at baking while he’s crouched over recipe books spouting the ingredients at you. He wants you to study with him, even if he hasn’t allowed anyone from the inner circle to join him willingly. He always invites you, and he never hides his casual requests for you to come back to his dorm for movies or the newest episode of your favorite anime. He’s completely smitten, clearly. 

To everyone, really. It was obvious, even to you. Katsuki is nothing if not prideful, so you were certainly not going to burst his bubble, or allow any of the bakusquad to do so either. You knew he would work through his emotions and thoughts on his own, and he would come to you when he’s ready. 

And yes, that took well into your adulthood. School was filled with tragedy after tragedy, you were happy to make it out of there with Katsuki, your friends, and your ability to become a hero still intact. The two of you worked for the same agency for the next couple of years straight out of high school, and that’s what helped him really understand just how different you are. You’re strong, the strongest woman he’s ever seen if he’s honest. Your abilities are insane, your motivation is inspiring, and your knowledge and instinct are only paralleled by his own. Perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, powerful, and so unique. He couldn’t stand it anymore, just watching from the sidelines as he tried to figure out why he was so enamored with you. 

Turns out, jealousy is one hell of a motivator. 

One day, when he was assigned a different route on patrol and you were sent off with a new male partner, it all made sense. He watched the guy put a hand on the small of your back, dangerously close to the elastic-wrapped mounds of your ass. His ass. He was fuming. The sidekick gave you an excited smile, championing himself lucky to be partnered with such a force–and beauty– as yourself. Katsuki saw it immediately, how the other sidekick was looking at you, it was painfully clear. He wasn’t worried, you would never give this extra your attention–hence how you throw the rando’s arm off of you and stomp away–what does piss him off though, is that other men cannot understand that you might as well walk around with his brand across your forehead. Was he not crystal clear? Even if he hadn’t known that you were unspeakably his, surely everyone else could tell? You two went everywhere together, never was one seen without the other, except for this fuckin’ dumbass  patrol–and he was scary enough no one should even think about you in that way. 

So he finishes his rounds as early as possible that day, making it back to HQ to meet up with you after your disdainfully different route. He’s pleased to see you alone, leaning up against a doorframe with your skin-tight hero suit still perfectly intact and clinging to your every curve. No drama, no danger, he smirks to himself in relief. The way you look back at him, though, that has his heart stopping in his chest. You look so at ease, your resting bitch face melting into a smile of succor. He can tell you’re just as relieved to see him, the way you jump from foot to foot in excitement tells him so. He can’t help but give you an arrogant half-smile, amused by and admiring your every move. The air is different, the space between the two of you spoke of something different than just friends. He throws his arm around your waist, and you can tell from the look on his face that he’s ready. His red siren gaze sparkles with a bit more intensity, his calloused fingers soothing circles into the curve of your side, even the smile playing at his lips says it all. You’re his now. He knows you know this, and you’re so good to him you won’t even make him say it, but it seemed that his little revelation was enough to change him in a way you didn’t suspect. 

“Yer my lady now.” He says, no trace of annoyance, only a slight upturn to the corners of his lips. 

“I know. Been your lady for a long ass time.” You chuckle, leaning your head over on his shoulder as you begin the walk home. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina–she would freak the fuck out that he finally made his move. Even more relieved would be poor Kirishima, the man on the receiving end of so many you-themed rants. Denki’s teasing may be endless–and Sero may be the only soul genuinely happy for everyone without making it a big deal. You know the last thing Katsuki wants is to make this a big deal. He was still working his way into emotional fluency, and you didn’t want them to stunt his progress–even though it was well intentioned. 

It’s like he can read your mind, or more aptly the subtle knit of your brows and purse of your lips. He knows your brain is hard at work thinking, so he steers you home, his house of course. The weather was decent, cold like he likes. He lets you think, focusing on the sound of your boots crunching in the snow. “What’s going on in that fat head’a yours?” 

You chuckle. “I was just thinking about how insufferable our friends are gonna be.” You say, icy fingers reaching for the solace you know awaits in his warm hands. He doesn’t fight you, cupping your hands in one of his. He furrows his brows, considering your sentence, yet his thumb still absentmindedly strokes your soft skin. He huffs after a time. 

“We ain’t gotta tell ‘em. They’ll figure it out eventually anyway–let’s just enjoy bein’ us. Press’ll be stupid too.” He sighs out, not having considered the issues you two may face now, status and all. How annoying. He squeezes on your hands to convey his love. 

You sigh. “God, so true. I didn’t think of that either.” You muse, smiling at the snowflakes collecting in Katsuki’s ashy hair and lashes while he stares at you. It can only ever be described as a stare, the intensity too much to be considered anything less. You slip your hands from his momentarily, and he frowns at the loss of you. He looks up and realizes you’re unlocking his door and sighing at the warmth that greets the two of you upon entering. Once the door swings shut, your hands find him again, though now you face him, and you dare to let your touch wander up his forearms and biceps before falling back down and reaching back up again. He enjoys the feeling, the soothing comfort of your strokes nearly causing him to sigh. He just hangs his arms around your waist instead, appreciating your beauty without fear now. 

“S’ppose we’ll keep this ‘er lil secret then.” He drawls, gently pulling your body until it stops against his. You can feel his warm caramel-scented breath waft over your face, the heat in his eyes causing your own to rush to your cheeks. He smirks at that, cherishing every moment he can fluster you since it’s so typically the other way around. 

You nod, unashamedly looking down at his lips. He doesn’t hide the sultry way in which he coats them, before letting them stretch into another, wider, predatory smirk. He forces your eyes back up to his with his two fingers under your chin. 

“Sound good?” He asks with an arched brow. You nod again. He chuckles, one so deep it reverberates through his buff chest. He’s entertained,  you’re absolutely falling apart just from standing so close to him now that all his feelings for you were confirmed. “Use your words and I’ll give ya a kiss.” 

You force yourself to swallow, and then clear your throat, feeling frozen in place. He looks at you like you were the only person he could see. He looks at you with such insatiable desire, you’re rendered speechless just from a few touches and his carmine eyes dancing over your body. “Yeah–our secret.” You manage. 

He nods his approval, sliding his hand to cup your cheek instead. His hand is so big his fingers reach over your jaw and into your soft, vanilla scented hair. He almost loses his confidence, your scent and the way you bat your eyelashes hitting him all at once. You always smell so sweet, even though you were actually spicy. He thought it fit you. You stand on your tiptoes to prompt him, your hands landing on his toned pecs. It brings him back to the present, and his heart actually flutters at what he was about to do. He swallows any nervousness and leans down, licking his lips a final time before he slots them over yours. You jolt him awake, the cool touch of your mouth sends warmth tingling through him, and you’re not doing much better. You feel like you’re melting as he pulls you closer desperately, unable to get enough of you. 

And maybe, just maybe, that night ended with him becoming very acquainted with that beautiful body you proudly display today, at the beach, with all his friends, who still don’t know that you’re together. 

That’s why he’s so impossibly frustrated, keeping his head turned and pretending to be entranced by the ocean waves. His friends are stupid, but they aren’t dumb. They’ve known for the longest that Katsuki’s head over heels for you, but upon your promise, they tried to give him less shit about it. 

But Denki just can’t hold back this time. To think that he can’t see Katuski’s “sunburn”, the noticeable way he’ll look anywhere but you, and his overly sensitive nerves today is an insult to Chargebolt. He scoffs loudly. 

“Hey Bakugou, you allergic to sexy?” 

The blond’s head snaps to him and his eyes narrow in confusion. “What?!”

Denki chuckles smoothly. “You won’t even look at Y/N–and she is definitely sexy. That bikini is working overtime–”

“Say one more word about her.” He dares, sparks collecting in the palms of his hands. At the crackling sound, Kirishima decides it’s time to intervene. He holds his arms out like someone approaching a wild horse to saddle. 

“Woah, woah–easy bro!” He chuckles nervously, but it gets Katsuki’s attention, at least enough that the threat of violence dies down. “I think what Denki’s trying to say is, normally you and Y/N are side-by-side. Is everything alright?” 

Great. There was no way to win. If he looked at you, he’d surely pop a raging boner and that would confirm everything they’ve ever thought about him and his thoughts about you, but not looking at you resulted in their suspicion anyway. He huffs through his nose and scowls. 

“Yeah? Just tryin’ not to be a perv like you two fuckers. Stop lookin’ at her–” 

“Right. Okay.” Sero rolls his eyes at the longtime friend. “You know none of us give a fuck if you guys want to get together, right? In fact, we’re literally praying for it so you stop being so goddamn intolerable.” 

“So you admit you have to fight looking?” Denki snickers. Katsuki eyes the two with the wrath of hell.

Kirishima gives him a defusing glare, sighing at his hot-tempered buddy. “I second Sero, but either way, we want you to have some fun, man. We know you can’t be having a good time sitting in the sand like this. Come play some volleyball with us!” He insists, dragging Katsuki to his feet. 

Bakugo wrenches his way free of him, but follows nonetheless, scowling even deeper when Mina calls out, “Three on three! I want Bakugou and Denki!” She giggles, leaving you to team up across from him with Kirishima and Sero. He convinces himself that beating your ass in volleyball should keep your friends off your scent.

All goes well, for a while. That is until the rotation puts him directly across from you. 

Denki was right. You are so sexy. And that bikini…how could you set him up like this? The fabric clings to your hips, disappearing into the folds of your dimpled and sand-covered ass. God, he shoulda never let you out of the house. His eyes finally move up toward your bust, almost laughably stuffed into your top. It’s so unfair. You’re ridiculously stunning, and he can’t help but think you did this on purpose. He can feel his blood rushing all at once, and he knows he must be staring hard. Before he can comprehend anything else, you’re running towards the net, beautiful body glistening in the sun, your sea-textured hair swaying in time with your chest as you jump and smack the ball right in his face. 

Kirishima can’t stifle his laugh, and Denki nearly collapses in laughter beside the explosive man. Mina just puts her hands on her hips, trying to hide her knowing smirk. 

Katsuki is prideful, arrogant, brash, unforgiving, loud, and hateful. You made sure to love and accept those qualities to an extent, and help him grow out of them in some others. One thing you’ll never be able to change is his competitive spirit–and you just took a cheap shot in his rulebook. 

“That was a low blow. It doesn’t count!” He groans, swiping some of the kicked up sand from his tanned abs. He goes to pick up the ball when Sero challenges. 

“How so? She just spiked it. That’s legal.” 

And to his dismay, you play right into it. “Yeah, why’s it a low blow, Suki?”

Goddamn you. Batting your lashes and all. You’re challenging him too, daring him to keep lying or to come clean to all his friends. He snorts at you, clearly you underestimate who you’re dealing with. He’ll fuck you on the beach if you wanna push buttons–but he decides he’ll take a more moderate approach only because he doesn’t want anyone else to see you naked. You can’t back him into a corner without doing the same to yourself, so he just juts his chin at you. 

“Because you wore that bikini just to piss me off ‘n make me tell our friends yer mine.” He growls, arching a brow and folding his arms over his chest. The friends in question are unusually quiet and deathly still, exchanging knowing and relieved looks.

You shrug, blushing a bit. He caught you, but it worked anyway. Only because he allowed it, but still. You hum your acknowledgement and motion for the ball back. 

“You got me, baby. That counts as a point though. Ball’s mine.” You wink, that smug grin of yours enough to make his heart pound like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. You’re most definitely somethin’ else, but he loves you to pieces, and he feels a lot better about being able to be just as pervy out loud as he wants to be. 

He slings the ball back over the net, mirroring your smirk. Once again, he’ll never let you best him. His eyes shine with mischief as he winks and says for your embarrassment, “Oh yer still goin’ down, sugartits.” 

[thehollowwriter]

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You

•Leona Kingscholar was a name well recognised all over the world. The second Prince of the Afterglow Savanna, the dorm leader of Night Raven College's Savanaclaw, captain of the Magishift club and so much more.

•However in the eyes of those who knew him, he was an arrogant and lazy prince spoiled by his upbringing.

•Easily irritated and not one put up with bullshit, he couldn't care less of what they had to say, of course. They only thought they knew him.

•People as a whole always pissed him off and made him feel exhausted. He doesn't like them one bit. Too loud. Too... judgemental.

•But it wasn't quite the same among his dorm and clubmates. There, as the one in charge, he was viewed as an intelligent and quick witted leader who looked out for his own.

•He was viewed in a light of utmost and respect and adoration. It felt good, he wouldn't lie, to be seen in such a positive way.

•Around others, he was cold and dismissive, aggressive and rude. Hostile.

•You, lucky little bugger, get a different side of Leona

•Leona cares deeply for you and what you have to say, even if he doesn't show it in the typical way.

•Please, tell him about your day, your ideas, your passions, your favourite things.

•Whatever it is, he'll hang on to every word and store it in a mental compartment just for you.

•Even if he looks like he's sleeping, he's got one ear pricked to hear what what have to say.

•Leona holds your opinions in high regards. Even if it isn't all that necessary, he will ask for your input on just about anything.

•His love for you is like that of a lion's, raw and possessive. But he knows there's no need to act on such feelings, his trust in you is unfaltering.

•Leona is yours and you are Leona's. To him, there is no force on this earth that will change that.

......................................

A/N: Sorry for the shortness, I hope you all enjoyed. I never really write Leona, but I try my best

[onlyonetifosi]

chapter 14

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The wait is over im so sorry bc of how late this comes up i've been so bad lately with struggles in both mentally and with my cronical kidney disease. BUT HERE'S THE PIERRE FT ANNOYING/RUDE GF Hope you like it <3 <3

The sun hung high over the picturesque landscape of Cinque Terre, Italy, as the Leclerc family, along with their friends, basked in the warmth of another summer day. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, giggled as they ran along the pebbled beach, their laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.

"Race you to the rocks!" Charles challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yn grinned, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're on!"

"Charles, slow down!" Yn called out, chuckling as she tried to keep up with his energetic pace.

Their younger brother, Arthur, trailed behind them, his laughter ringing out as he tried to keep up. Lorenzo, the eldest of the siblings, watched fondly from a distance, content in the company of their parents and friends

Charles grinned, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They said they'd meet us by the gelato stand," Yn replied, scanning the area

As the afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, the Leclercs and their companions gathered around a rustic wooden table at a local trattoria, sharing stories and laughter over plates of freshly caught seafood and glasses of chilled limoncello

"Charles, Pierre just arrived!" Lorenzo called out, waving to a familiar figure approaching with a girl by his side

Pierre, Charles's best friend from karting, grinned as he spotted them. "Hey, everyone!"

Yn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Céline, Pierre's girlfriend, trailing behind him. She tried to hide her discomfort, knowing that Céline had never been particularly kind to her

“Bonjour, Pierre!" Charles greeted, clapping his friend on the back. "Comment ça va?"

"Bonjour, ça va?" Pierre asked, flashing her a friendly smile. 

Yn forced a smile in return, replying, "Ça va bien, merci" (I'm doing well, thank you)

"Bonjour, Yn," Céline greeted, her tone dripping with insincerity "Having fun with your little boyfriend?"

Yn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Céline's words drew chuckles from some of the others. She glanced at Joris, who squeezed her hand reassuringly

"Oui, we are" Joris replied, his voice steady despite the hate in Céline's words, and comforts his girlfriend by placing his arm around Yn’s shoulders and placing his head on her neck.

Yn's smile faltered, but she remained silent, not wanting to cause a scene. She glanced at Charles, hoping he would intervene, but he was engrossed in conversation with Riccardo and Marta

The group chatted amicably for a while, but Yn couldn't shake the feeling of Cèline's disapproval looming over her. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the laughter and chatter of her family and friends

As the sun dipped below the horizon, tension hung thick in the air. Yn found herself retreating, seeking solace in the quiet of the villa.

"Yn, what's wrong?" Joris asked, concern etched in his features as he followed her.

"It's nothing" Yn murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

"Hey, don't listen to Céline" Joris said softly, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You're amazing, okay? Don't let her get to you"

As the day wore on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, coming to a head during a late afternoon stroll along the coastline. Yn walked a few paces behind the others, lost in her thoughts, when she overheard snippets of conversation between Pierre and Cèline.

"Elle est tellement ennuyeuse" Cèline whispered, her voice dripping with disdain "Pourquoi doit-elle toujours être là?"

Yn's heart sank as she realized they were talking about her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape their cruel words, but Pierre's voice stopped her in her tracks

"Cèline, enough" Pierre said firmly, his gaze flickering to Yn. "You're being rude and you have no right to speak to Yn like that"

Cèline scoffed, rolling her eyes and looking away.

One evening, as they gathered for dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea, Cèline's snide remarks reached a breaking point.

"Yn, why do you always dress like that? You look ridiculous," Cèline remarked, her tone dripping with disdain

Yn's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the others exchanged uncomfortable glances. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure

Charles, sensing his sister's distress, followed her outside, concern etched on his features. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Yn? (What's wrong, Yn)" he asked, his voice gentle.

Yn swallowed the lump in her throat, her resolve crumbling as she confessed, "Cèline... she's been making me feel unwelcome, Charles. I don't know what I've done to deserve it."

Charles's brows furrowed in indignation. "Ne t'en fais pas, ma petite fleur. Je vais parler à Pierre. Personne ne devrait te faire sentir ainsi (Don't worry. I'll talk to Pierre. No one should make you feel this way)"

With determination in his stride, Charles sought out Pierre, his expression grave as he relayed Yn's distress. Pierre's initial disbelief gave way to realization, his features contorting with regret as he realized the extent of Cèline's behavior.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yn's patience wore thin. "Cèline, pourquoi es-tu si méchante envers moi?" (Cèline, why are you so mean to me?)

Cèline scoffed, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "Oh, comme si ça t'importait vraiment." (As if you really care.)

Pierre's expression darkened as he stepped forward, his voice firm. "Cèline, enough. Tu as dépassé les bornes" (You've crossed the line) "I can't believe you'd behave like this, Cèline. I thought I knew you better"

Yn's heart raced as she watched Cèline storm off in a huff, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as Pierre turned to her with a reassuring smile.

Later that evening, Pierre approached Yn, his expression apologetic. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Cèline's behavior was unacceptable. I've spoken with her parents, and they're ashamed of her actions. They've decided to cut our vacation short and return to France early to address her behavior"

"Merci, Pierre," Yn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. (Thank you, Pierre)

Pierre squeezed her hand gently, his eyes shining with empathy. "De rien, Yn. Tu mérites d'être traitée avec respect." (You're welcome, Yn. You deserve to be treated with respect)

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Hiii ❤️ Id love a matchmaking if its still open!

As for info, I just graduated from art school at uni, my MBTI is ENTJ, if you are into astrology im a Taurus Sun Leo moon, I dunno the others lol.

I tend to be a tad picky with people, and maybe unwillingly a bit mean whenever someone is slow, but overall im very unconditionally giving in my current rs, even if i tend to do other connections as a bit transactional, I enjoy surrounding myself with ambitious people, success is goal (even if morally grey💀)

I do dance in my free time, i have a huge collection of clothes, bags, ascesaories, etc, as well as doing powerlifting for those muscle mommy gains, so health is super important to me. I play all kinds of videogames too, which i enjoy doing competitive and ranked a lot :)

hello, love! you seem so badass!! 🤍 super important, this one actually reminded me of a gojo one shot i’ll be posting tomorrow, so this focus on satoru’s love language i decided to use as an opening before my one shot. ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru

You are meant for success, that’s something in your aura everyone senses — you are going to be the greatest. For Gojo Satoru, you were his achievement. Not in a have you as his trophy type of way, au contraire, he wanted to be yours.

Gojo sees how you are always surrounded by the most influential people, all eating from the palm of your hands, he wants to do the same. Satoru thinks there is nothing better to get them him — the strongest, head of the Gojo clan, bank account filled beyond the unlimited mind could think of.

Unknown to the male, he didn’t need to put himself on the spotlight to get your attention, your eyes had always been set on him, you were going to make him yours in just a matter of time. He easily accepted.

The first thing Gojo buys for you is a large original painting from your favorite artist, he thinks one of the walls in your apartment would look better with it, he is right. It’s a little thing he does, decorating any empty space with something you adore, not noticing the metaphor for your walls being you and this gifts being his love and devotion to you.

Satoru has a thing for your mean version. He loves to be by your side when you snap some rude comments, but he loves even more to be the target of your irritation. There is a thing you do (maybe moving your hair, maybe clicking your tongue, or your pretty mad face), he is all so mesmerized by it.

None of your fights last long, you sprint out of the shared apartment, mostly to go to your dance classes or the gym to relieve the anger. When you come back hours later, stress by the door and tiredness washing over your sweaty body, Satoru is always waiting with a smirk in his face and something to spoil you with.

Most of the time, designer clothes and bags to add to your collection in the closet. Sometimes a diamond necklace he catches you sighing for. This time, he just made dinner, your favorite. You smile gently and kiss his cheek before taking a much needed shower, when returning, still happy and eating while both apologize, Gojo gets you up from the chair.

You both slow dance, against your aching muscles and sleepy eyes, you are so focused you barely notice how Satoru whispers in your ear — “Marry me?”

Turns out, you still got a gift, a beautiful ring.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Gojo and you some times have to deal with people making comments about his gift giving love, saying you are a gold digger. That’s the only moment you don’t have to snap, your fiancée does it for you — “Oh, whatever I give Y/n, they can give themselves, I just rather be the one doing it.”

◛ ₊· You spoil him as well, let it be an immense amount of sweets, fancy sunglasses designed for only him or to threaten the high ups and giving your lover vacation.

◛ ₊· Gojo likes to propose to you at least once every three months, you do some grandee thing, an amazing achievement or you just look particular cute that day, and he is again asking you to marry him.

◛ ₊· Satoru can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, seeing you with white hair is his goals in life, to have you both matching.

◛ ₊· Canonically, Gojo is good at everything he does, that’s why he doesn’t have a job. After meeting you, and your love for videogames, you both learn he sucks at them. So, some date nights is just the two of you in your large game room. You winning easily and he dramatically whining.

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Moonlight Ch. 11 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

a/n: hi all <3 first of all, just wanted to say, tysm for 500 followers, i hit the mark this week and im so touched and thankful for everyone that has been enjoying my writing and sharing it. also special shout out to all the people i have connected with and have helped me along the way. might make a sappy post some time soon but for now here's my thank you. my little present is an extra long chapter (almost 9k!).

this chapter was a rollercoaster to write- a love and hate relationship you could say. i think a lot of you are going to feel the same way, i hope you enjoy though &lt;3.

Chapter Summary: You and Bastien finally spend more time together, him visiting for the Monaco GP. Monaco had one rule though that you couldn't break: an after race party is a must.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, hurt/comfort, and smut (18+, please stay away if not), also hastily proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

once again, tysm for 500!

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link to chapter 10 of moonlight here

Chapter 11 (8.9k words)

By the time you all landed in Monaco, the team morale is high. Both drivers had managed to land in the points in Spain, earning a decent jump for McLaren as they continued to fight through the midfield. You had all celebrated after the race, and you had even went out for a short dinner with Carlos’ family again, this time joined by Lando. 

Monaco though was another exciting place to be in, and although you were excited to help the team race in one of the most iconic tracks of the whole calendar, you were also excited for another reason. Your boyfriend was coming to visit. 

Even on the early morning on Friday you couldn’t help but to wake up earlier than usual, going to the breakfast buffet at a time where you were usually still dragging yourself out of bed. It’s when you finally take a seat to eat your food that you spot Carlos and Lando coming in, both of them looking surprised that you were already there. 

“Early day?” Lando teases once he comes up to you with his already made up plate. He easily slides into the seat next to you, unable to hold back the yawn he had.

“Mhm, long day today.” You comment as you see Carlos come by as well, sitting next to Lando and putting his plate down too. He looks more tired than usual but you choose not to ask, simply shifting your attention back to your phone, smiling small as you texted. 

You smiling early in the morning was an unusual sight for them to witness. Everyone by now knew that you were in fact not a morning person. More often than not, you found yourself sleeping in, choosing to ignore the grumble in your stomach, in hopes to get a bit of more time curled up in bed.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you be this happy so early in the morning, it’s weird.” Lando says, reaching to poke your face and you look at him with deadly eyes. 

“Don’t you dare.” You say getting Lando to put his hand away. Carlos can’t help but snort, listening into your conversation. 

“Now you’re being extra quiet this early in the morning. Did I miss something?” Lando asks, looking over Carlos and Carlos just shrugs. 

“Couldn’t sleep last night, I don’t know why.” Carlos grumbles a bit and Lando can’t help but ruffle Carlos’ hair to which Carlos scowls at, instantly swatting his hand away. 

“Is this what you have to deal with every morning with us?” Carlos groans and you can’t help but laugh, nodding. Lando pouts at that, calling both of you rude but you’re rolling your eyes, going back to the food. There’s a bit of silence and you’re thinking whether to ask Carlos or not, but to your surprise he brings it up first. 

“Uhm- I got a paddock pass for France. Monaco was already impossible, but you told me that could also work?” Carlos mumbles and you look over him a bit surprised. You nod though, instantly putting your cutlery down. 

“No- France is amazing. You really got them?” You ask and you can’t help but smile when Carlos nods. You get up to give Carlos a quick hug from behind, leaning down as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel one of Carlos’ hands gently rub over yours and you smile small. 

“Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You murmur before slowly pulling away, only to find Lando looking at you both closely. 

“Your family is coming?” Lando asks and you let out a small laugh. 

“Them? No never. They don’t like these things and they’re far too busy.” You say with a shrug, not wanting to get too much into detail. “But Bastien is coming over for the weekend here. He’s more from the Souther region in France but he was open to coming for Monaco and for the French GP.” You say with a smile. 

“Now that I’m standing though, I’m gonna go grab something really quick. Do you guys want anything?” You ask and when both drivers shake your head you head out to see more of the food. Lando gives you a small moment to get further away before he speaks up. 

“Paddock passes for Bastien?” Lando asks and Carlos looks up at him, letting out a soft sigh. He knew why Lando was asking, but it was far too early to entertain the conversation so he decides to play it clueless. 

“What?” Carlos asks and Lando scrunches his brows as he looks at Carlos. 

“Why would you do that? I thought you hated him- and well, that he hated you.” Lando says and Carlos shrugs, looking back down at his plate. He tries his best to entertain himself by pushing a piece of sausage around but Lando isn’t leaving the topic alone. 

“She asked and I could help her out. So why wouldn’t I?” Carlos murmurs and Lando can’t help but roll his eyes. 

“She’s not even interested in you like that.” Lando says and Carlos almost snorts at that, stabbing a piece of his food. “Unless she is?” Lando asks. 

“It’s a friendly thing to do.” Carlos settles with, giving Lando a shrug. He wants Lando to drop the topic, doesn’t want the younger driver to ask too many questions. It’s not like he didn’t trust Lando, but he also didn’t want to put any of you in a compromising situation. 

“Are you both okay?” You’re back with your food, your question snapping both drivers out of their own little conversation. Lando simply nods, shifting to give you space to settle down again. 

“We were thinking of inviting you and Bastien to the party.” Lando says and there’s a sharp pain he feels shoot up his leg where Carlos decides to kick him but Lando stays put, smiling as he waited for your answer.

“A party?” You ask and Lando nods, explaining how the drivers usually went to a club after the race in Monaco. It sounds fun but you’re a bit hesitant to agree, seeing Carlos look uncomfortable at the thought of you and Bastien going. 

“I mean, it would be nice yeah? We spend so much time with you but you never go out with us anymore- and it would be nice to meet your boyfriend a bit better.” Lando says and you let out a soft sigh. 

“Lando, I’m not sure if that’s the best idea.” You murmur to him, eyes going from Lando to Carlos who wasn’t even facing or engaging into the conversation. 

“Please,” Lando murmurs. “The club has quite some space, worst thing you could do is break off and spend your own time together.” Lando says. Carlos doesn’t want Bastien there, but he lets out a soft sigh, finally looking over. 

“You should join, it will be fun.” he smiles small. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking over the two drivers, letting out a sigh and giving them a nod when they both say yes. 

Carlos regrets telling Lando to invite both Bastien and you the moment he sees Bastien in the hotel. It’s late already, the team having wrapped up the evening in the garage after free practice. You had left early, Tom having told him that you had gone to pick up Bastien from the train station. 

For a second, Carlos really considers turning around and leaving the hotel, or maybe even just waiting outside. He doesn’t know what to do, hopes to maybe stall enough until the two of you go up to your hotel room but he doesn’t even get the chance to leave the lobby. It’s when he goes to turn though that he spots Lando, the glint in his eyes lets him know he doesn’t have a chance to escape this one. 

“Y/n,” He calls out, waving over at you both as he pulls Carlos’ arm with him to walk towards you both. He doesn't really have a choice as he turns towards you both again. 

This time though your gaze meets his before you’re looking over Lando too. Carlos doesn’t miss the way Bastien’s hand goes to yours, soon intertwining your fingers together as you both meet the drivers halfway. 

He didn’t see it at first but the moment you both come close enough he can feel the tension coming off from both of you. You’re nervous and Bastien looks disinterested. Despite you both holding hands, Carlos thinks he’s never seen a couple look so far apart. 

If Lando notices he doesn’t seem to show it. “How are you mate? Haven’t seen you in a long time.” Lando says to which Bastien smiles too.  

“I’m good, I’m good. Just been doing work. So same thing as you guys but just a boring version of it.” He chuckles to which you smile small too. Despite Bastien talking Carlos’ eyes are trained to you. You look uncomfortable next to him, the sight of it making Carlos’ skin crawl a bit. 

“Hey, hey. How was the rest of the debrief?” You ask since you had to skip the second half of it. Lando shrugs, nothing special had happened, so he didn’t see the point in letting you know any of the extra details. There’s a bit of an awkward silence and to everyone’s surprise Bastien is the one to break it. 

“Thank you for the pass for the French GP.” Bastien says to Carlos and the words sound fake. “I don’t think I’m going to take it though, we’ll see. I’m not sure if I can go just yet.” Bastien says to which you shift uncomfortably to. 

“Ah- that’s a pity. Why not mate?” Carlos asks to which your boyfriend shrugs. 

“About the party,” You murmur but Bastien is interrupting you. 

“We’re going.” Bastien grins and you look over him, clearly confused. You both had fought over the car ride back to the hotel. About the paddock passes, and the party. You had been so excited to have Bastien join you but your boyfriend had taken it as an insult, the fact that you were taking things from your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful he had said. 

“Don’t you have to fly the day after for a work thing?” You ask, giving his hand a squeeze but Bastien shrugs, squeezing your hand back and giving a peck to your lips. 

“And? I’ll sleep off the hangover on the plane.” He chuckles. Carlos is watching you both, shifting a bit on his feet this time. He didn’t like the tension and he frankly wanted to leave the conversation. Lando also looked a bit uncomfortable, already having stepped a bit back. 

“Perfect then. We’ll stop by the hotel so we can all leave together.” Carlos offers this time and you give him a look, waiting for him to say something else but he doesn’t. 

“Sure,” You say but Bastien gives your hand another squeeze. 

“Actually we’ll find our way. Can you just send y/n the address?” Bastien asks, this time facing Lando. Lando nods, soon grabbing his phone. 

“Will do.” He says before Bastien’s nodding. He gives both the drivers a smile before pulling you to the elevators. 

You don’t bring it up until you’re undressing to go shower, slowly folding your clothes up by your suitcase. “So, we’re going to party with them?” You ask quietly. Bastien and you barely having spoken since you had arrived to the room. 

“I mean, why not? You seem to love spending time with your colleagues.” He says and there’s an edge to his voice that makes you let out a sigh. 

“Bastien, his family was in Spain. I grew up with them. They’re practically my family.” You murmur, turning to him. You were tired, upset, but mainly disappointed. You had been excited for your boyfriend to arrive all week but the first thing you both had done was fight. He’s reaching for your hands and you pull away, not having much patience for him. The tension in the room was high and you didn’t even know how you would be able to sleep like this next to him. He seems even more annoyed now. 

“Then I don’t see why we shouldn’t go to the party. Is it cause I’m here hm?” Bastien asks and you scoff. 

“You know what? Yes. It is because you’re here.” You snap, already tired of having the same argument be brought up again and again. “I don’t know what you want from me Bastien. I really don’t.”  

“Come on.” Bastien sighs out soon grabbing your hands. This time you reluctantly let him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hands are traveling from your waist to the curve of your back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He apologizes and you know he doesn’t mean it, that he was just as always messing with your emotions. You should know better and ignore the way he’s kissing your neck, but you do the same thing you always do and let him pull you into the bed, both of you soon slipping out of your clothes. 

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Carlos already regrets having offered the paddock pass, mainly because he realises he can’t even stand the small glimpses of you and Bastien around the hotel. It’s not like he sees much of the both of you, but what he does see is enough to make him feel tired of it. He can’t even imagine how it would be like having to see you two at the track. 

The thing is, every time he spots you Bastien is on you. Either leaving small traces on your waist, holding your hand, or kissing your lips. From the looks of it you’re more than happy to have the attention, completely zoned in on him. It’s like you’re in your own little world. He hates the blush that forms in your cheeks whenever Bastien seems to be teasing you, or even the small marks that are creeping on your neck. He tries to ignore it, he really does, but he can’t help but look over once in a while, a part of him wishing that it was him instead. 

It gets to him, it really does and he finds himself grumpier than usual, not really interested in most of the things going on apart from racing and the car. He doesn’t admit it though, not when Lando brings it up, or even when his family brings it up from their last call. 

Because of this he throws it all into the car, simply wanting to get into it and race- and it works really. He finds himself pushing a bit more than usual, risking it a bit more and waiting to break until the last minutes. It’s Monaco, so not a lot of overtaking happens, but with the good strategy of the team, they manage to make it into the points.

It’s when he’s in the press pen that he feels a bit restless again, but he manages to answer the questions, sharing about the car, his feeling with the steer and how he had managed to still overtake one or two drivers. It’s quick, and he’s happy with the overall result so the talks are a bit more bearable. He’s still impatient though, leg bouncing slightly as he leans onto the barrier. He knows it’s unprofessional to want to speed up the process but he can’t help but think that there are better things he could be up. 

He’s disinterested the whole time around, the seconds just ticking slower and slower and he feels himself looking into nothing as the interviewers ask him questions. He hears them, and he can answer them easily, but it’s obvious that his mind is somewhere else. He knows why he feels so impatient, thoughts about you in the garage still, probably wanting to finish up as soon as possible to go spend your time with Bastien. He really wanted to catch up with you before you left. He had barely gotten any time with you, and he knows it’s only fair, your boyfriend barely ever got to see you, but he didn’t care.  

So, to Charlotte’s demise Carlos heads out of the press area a bit early, ‘forgetting’ about the last three interviewers that were calling his name from afar. It’s only fifteen minutes really, so Carlos is pretty sure he can get away with it, and he does. 

He’s back into the garage a bit earlier than usual, and instead of going to his driver’s room to cool off for a bit he’s watching everyone pack up. He looks a bit lost really, standing as he looks around in hopes to spot you. 

“You’re back early.” He hears, and your voice is so distinct that he doesn’t even hesitate to turn around, smiling small. 

“Yeah- finished up all my interviews.” He lies with a shrug and you give him a nod. 

“I didn’t catch you before but we’re in the points for Monaco, good job. Lando too.” You smile, gently bumping your elbow into his. “Perfect thing to celebrate tonight.” You say. 

“So you’re coming?” Carlos asks, just wanting to make sure. 

“Yeah. Bastien wanted to go.” You say with a nod and Carlos finds himself nodding along too. He doesn’t want Bastien there, but he’s willing to take it.  

“Is it weird?” You ask after a bit and Carlos sucks his lips a bit, humming as he tries his best to figure out how to formulate his words. 

“Yeah- a bit.” He says, not knowing how else to say it and you pinch your bottom lip a bit. 

“If you’re not comfortable with us there, we can always not show up.” You say softly but Carlos shakes his head. 

“No, of course show up.” Carlos murmurs. It’s the first time he sees you up close since Bastien arrived and that’s when he notices it. You look tired, eyes a bit heavy and throat a bit hoarse and he wonders for a second if you’re okay. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, this time turning to him and Carlos nods. You smile small, reaching over to his arm to give it a gentle squeeze. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know if he’s overstepping. Was it even his place to ask anymore? It’s when the words are about to leave his lips that you cut him off. 

“Thank you. I’m gonna prepare the room for the debrief now.” You say before you’re heading off. 

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You both end up showing up at the party at different times and by the time Carlos arrives you’re already there. He doesn’t spot Bastien though, just you with Pierre and Charles at the table. The moment you spot him though you’re smiling, coming close to greet him. Carlos doesn’t need to ask, he can tell by the loose smile on your lips and the way your body leans too close to him when you reach for a hug that you’ve already had a few drinks. 

His arm instinctively wraps around your waist to steady you as he lets out a soft chuckle. “How long have you been here for?” He asks curiously as you pull your arms away. His hold on you lingers though as his fingers tickle your bare skin. 

You look gorgeous, in a small dress that practically leaves little to the imagination. The white hugs you perfectly and Carlos can’t help but trace his fingers over your back, where the cut out of your dress is. You shiver under his touch and he can’t help run his tongue over his bottom lip. 

You let out a mixture of a breath and a laugh at his question. “An hour- but you know how Max is with drinks? Bastien is even worse.” You say with a pout and your words are just enough to snap him back into reality. 

He pulls away almost instantly, needing to remind himself that you’re not his tonight- or at all. You’re too tipsy and airy to notice, smiling at him so sweetly that Carlos almost thinks it's cruel. He wants to ask you where Bastien is, wants to know how little time left he had with you but as a cue your boyfriend appears, easily wrapping his arm around you to pull you close. 

“Amour,” He says before leaning down to give you a kiss. Carlos clenches his jaw as he sees you two share a quick kiss and there is a small satisfaction in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you pulling away first. He doesn’t even hide the roll of his eyes when Bastien reaches for another one. Carlos can’t stand it, so he clears his throat, scratching his nose awkwardly to discreetly get you both to pull away. 

“Sorry, just look at her. Can’t resist hm?” Bastien chuckles, wiping his lips with his thumb. There’s a smug look on his face and Carlos is thankful he isn’t a few drinks in because if that were the case he wouldn’t have hesitated to throw a punch or a shove. He doesn’t though. 

“How about we grab more drinks no?” You offer and Carlos doesn’t miss your uncomfortable smile and the way you pull a bit from Bastien but he doesn’t say anything, instead nodding at you to take up on the drinks. He’s about to go but Bastien stops him. 

“How about you go first yeah? I’ll catch up.” Bastien says to you and you frown a bit, eyes looking over at Carlos who is biting back a cocky smile. He didn’t want to admit it but he did like the fact that he was getting under Bastien’s skin without even trying. 

“Bastien, let’s go.” You insist but Bastien shakes his head, giving your forehead a kiss instead. You look over at Carlos this time, not wanting to take a step but Carlos thinks fuck it and gives you a nod. “Fine, but if you both take too long I’m coming back.” You say before you’re turning to go to the bar. You force yourself to not look back, knowing you wouldn’t be leaving the pair alone.  

“Listen,” Bastien starts, looking at Carlos. “I don’t care about your history with her and whatever happened but she’s my girlfriend. So back off from her hm?” Bastien says, voice suddenly sharp and cold. 

Carlos laughs, rolling his eyes as he lifts his hands up in defence. “Mate, I’m backing off.” He says. Tell your girlfriend to back off of me he thinks of saying but he doesn’t. Instead he gives him a fake smile. He knew better than to cause a fuss with Bastien in a club, not only because the media would eat it up, but also because he knew you would hate it. Bastien doesn’t seem to think the same though because his hand goes on Carlos’ shoulder and at first Carlos doesn’t think much of it but soon the grip is tighter than necessary. 

“Perfect. We don’t want any issues, or whatever, yeah?” He says and Carlos knows it's a threat, he can hear it in his voice. There’s a split second where he considers it, thinking about all the things he could say that would push Bastien’s buttons just right. He doesn’t though, not because he chooses not to, but because he feels another hand on his shoulder, tearing his attention away. 

“Mate! Come on, let’s grab a drink.” It’s Lando, wide eyed and smiley. Carlos lets out a breath that he doesn’t remember holding and he’s suddenly thankful that his teammate had interrupted before he had made a bad decision. 

“You should go find y/n. I’ll see you around.” Carlos says, instantly letting out an annoyed sigh when Lando pulls him away. The air was almost suffocating, and he can’t help but take a deep breath as he follows Lando towards the bar. “Joder, menudo cabron.” Fuck, what an asshole he murmurs and Lando rolls his eyes. 

“Si, si Carlos.” He says and Carlos can’t help but gently shove his arm. “It’s your fault they’re here.” 

“You told me it was fine,” He says defensively and Carlos knows he’s right. 

“It’s fine,” He murmurs before nodding to the bar. “Let’s grab something. I definitely need a drink now.” 

The music’s loud, and Carlos as always is not the type to dance, instead he watches most of his mates on the dance floor whilst he decides to sit out on the side. He’s moving his head to the music though, murmuring the lyrics under his breath as he watches everybody move around. He fights the smile on his lips when he sees Daniel and Max clearly having drank too much, moving to the music like their life depended on it. He’s too busy sneaking in a quick recording of the pair that he almost doesn’t notice you joining into the mix, Max being the one to pull you in. 

Carlos can’t help but smile, remembering how well the two of you used to get along. You both had been menaces to him during the first few months he was in Toro Rosso, and it was nice to see you both reconnect again. It’s painful to see you rest of the drivers dance really, most if not all deciding to go with cheap and quick dance moves (and calling them dance moves was a generous feat). He thinks he’s gotten away with dancing when Max looks over to him, eyes locking. “No,” He mouths to Max when he sees him gesturing to come. Max smirks for a second and Carlos wonders why but before he knows it Lando’s next to him, pushing him to join the dancefloor. 

To Carlos’ demise he joins, chuckling as they all cheer for him. Soon he’s dancing as well, doing an awful job at it too, but there’s just enough alcohol in his system that he doesn’t care too much of whatever video would surface the next morning in the group chat. It also could be that you’re watching him with a bright smile, that being enough encouragement for him to move and dance next to you. 

He’s barely even a song in when your whole demeanor changes and you’re quick to step away from Carlos. Carlos frowns, for a second thinking he had stepped on your shoe or something but he feels a shoulder knock into his and Bastien’s soon walking past him to get to you. Bastien is quick, moving to give you a kiss in the middle of the dancefloor and Carlos looks away, turning to Lando. The way his body is pressing into yours has Carlos dragging Lando to the bar. 

He doesn’t even catch the way you move away from Bastien, looking more upset than anything else. 

By the time he’s back he’s sure plastered but he doesn’t care, the music suddenly sounds a lot better and the club is fuller. He’s loopy eyed and smiley, laughing at a joke Lando made that was probably not even that funny. You’re all at a table now, a quick recharge before you would all join the dance floor once more. 

He’s surprised to see you by yourself this time and he slides into the seat next to you, flashing you a smile and you can’t help but laugh at the way his eyes unfocus slightly. 

“Look who’s drunk now,” You laugh softly, poking him on his forehead and Carlos rolls his eyes, simply grabbing you by the wrist. 

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone.” Carlos smiles, he watches you closely, still holding your hand and for a second he notices that your smile wasn’t really meeting his eyes. You’re suddenly uncomfortable under Carlos’ gaze and you roll your eyes with a soft laugh, moving your hand away before looking over the guys. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Carlos asks and you nod, not looking back at him. He wants to press on further but the rest of the table has other ideas, already engaging you both in conversation. 

“How about, we ask y/n which one of us she finds most attractive?” It’s Pierre that suggests it, and it’s innocent, the poor french man having no clue what he was implying. Carlos is too tipsy to not blush but there is a small smile on his lips as he folds his hands together before leaning on his knees, looking at you. He can see in the corner of his eyes that Lando’s smirking, whilst Max is looking around the table, simply amused by the whole ordeal. 

“Bet it’s me.��� Daniel says to which Charles and Pierre roll their eyes to. You’re looking around the table, hyperaware with the way they were all looking at you, waiting for you to answer but you shake your head. No way in hell you were giving any of them the satisfaction. It’s funny really, how they quickly go into a debate amongst themselves and you can’t help but listen, trying to nod along whenever someone made a good point. 

“You know what. She would like me the most.” Pierre says boldly before looking over at you. “You have a thing for the french non?” He asks and you can’t help but blush a bit. 

“I mean,” You’re about to answer but Carlos is butting it, far too drunk to stay quiet. It’s a cocky chuckle and he wipes at his lips as he asks. 

“I don’t know, does she?” Your pink cheeks only turn redder and Carlos smirks when you gently shove his head away from yourself despite the smile that was on your lips. 

“I heard she likes Spanish men.” Max jokes in his drunk stupor, laughing as he looks over you two and the joke goes over everybody’s heads, all of them laughing along. You’re grateful that they were all drunk, if not you would be definitely telling Max off. 

“Am I wrong?” Max asks after a bit and you roll your eyes. 

“I plead the sixth. I am not answering the question. My boyfriend is here, I am not answering who I find the most attractive.” You say. You know Carlos’ eyes are on you, hand gently snaking to rest on your knee under the table. 

He gives your leg a gentle squeeze, “what if he wasn’t here?” Carlos is the one that asks the question and your eyes meet his almost instantly. Max and Lando are the only ones that feel the tension, instantly going quiet and sharing looks amongst each other.

“You know what? I’d choose Daniel.” You answer, wanting the conversation to end. Pierre and Charles scowl whilst Daniel cheers, already raising his glass for a toast that nobody agrees to do. Carlos is smirking though, pulling his hand away to cross his arms as he sits back on the seat. 

“You’re all annoying,” You laugh off, soon getting up. “I’m gonna look for my boyfriend.” You stumble a bit on your feet, and Max is quick to get up. 

“I’ll accompany you, I want to grab us more shots.” He grins, chuckling when the whole table groans. Max doesn’t listen to the pleas of the rest, heading off with you with the promising to bring more drinks back. 

“So you and y/n?” Pierre is the one that asks, nodding at Carlos who tries his best to look confused, the alcohol doesn’t help his cause because Pierre simply snorts. He waits for Carlos to follow up, but when he doesn’t he just continues. 

“Well I don’t like her boyfriend that much.” Pierre says with a shrug. “Talked to him a bit before since I heard he was French. He’s a bit weird.” Pierre says to which Charles nods. 

“Seems like she’s interested in you though.” Charles chirps in and Carlos tries his best to hide his smug smile. 

“We’re just good friends. She likes Daniel apparently.” He says with a chuckle to which Daniel rolls his eyes. 

“Sure,” Daniel laughs. There’s a sudden sound from the other side of the club and there’s people yelling. Carlos is not the type to entertain the thought of people fighting, mainly choosing to stay away but the way Daniel gets up has him looking back. 

“It’s Max,” he says and soon enough Lando and Carlos are offering to come with. They’re quick on their feet, quietly asking people to move to the side as they squeeze through the club. “He’s probably too drunk and someone pushed him.” Daniel says sighing as he walks towards the commotion. Carlos thinks so too, giving Daniel a nod in agreement. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you mate?” It’s Max’s voice that he hears first after pushing past the crowd. He’s confused at his words, but tries his best to come closer. It’s ugly, there are people with their phones out, clearly aware of who Max was. 

“You fucking came at me.” He’s pushing past the last person as he hears the words and his eyes fall on Bastien as soon as Max speaks again. 

“You were kissing a random girl!” He says, clearly dumbfounded.

That’s when Carlos spots you but you’re not by yourself, another girl standing next to you, clearly apologising. He can’t see your face as your back is facing him but you can tell you’re trying to make yourself smaller, arms crossed over your body as you shake your head at her. It’s when Bastien steps closer to Max that you move towards him. 

He’s not sure if you’re saying something to Bastien, probably asking him to calm down but the moment that you touch Bastien he pushes you back. It isn’t hard, but you don’t expect it and you almost stumble back, your heels not providing you much of a support. 

Carlos is quick this time, jumping close to both hold you by your arm. He’s quick to look over your face and that’s when he realises: you’re crying. He’s pissed, seeing red really, almost to the point where he can’t even form words. He can see Bastien coming closer and he’s quick to stand between you two. 

“Are you fucking stupid?” Is all he manages to say to Bastien, looking at him. 

“Oh look who came to save you, you’re cute little ex boyfriend.” Bastien scoffs. He’s slurring his words, clearly too drunk, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to swing a punch towards Carlos. Carlos braces himself for the hit, simply holding you behind him but Daniel this time stops him, shoving him to the wall. 

“Seriously dude, you’re too drunk. Get it together.” Daniel spits. “I’ll take him to the hotel.” He sighs out. Bastien is trying to put up a fight but Daniel is holding him in place. 

It’s a mess, people are recording and Bastien is screaming, trying his best to fight Daniel off but Max is quick as well to hold him. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n! Fucking around with Carlos hm? All the way to the top of the team.” The words are mean and they stick to your ears and Carlos wants to punch the DJ who had decided the best decision was to lower the music’s volume. 

There’s a mixture of anger and hurt sinking in your stomach and you don’t know what to do. You can’t see what’s going on as Carlos had decided to simply hug you to his chest to stop people from taking photos of you but Bastien’s words are loud and no matter how much Carlos was trying to shield you you could still hear every single one. 

You’re all finally able to go to the table when the security shows up. They make sure to clear the way, clearly annoyed with the whole ordeal. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but feel extremely bad for the rest of the group. Bastien could perfectly go home and have nobody ever talk about this again, but it was different for the rest of them. With the media and photos you didn’t even want to think about what the next headline would be. 

The security is dragging Bastien out and the sight of it only makes you tear up even more. You’re grabbing your bag quickly, wiping your cheeks. “Where are you going?” Lando’s quick to ask and you look at the door. 

“What? After that bullshit. You’re not going home with him.” Daniel says and he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go with him.” He offers and you’re instantly shaking your head. 

“Please don’t do that. He’s my boyfriend, I brought him.” You say and the rest of the group is shaking their heads, clearly not backing down. Carlos is too annoyed to offer, and he is pretty sure if he does the night would end up much worse. 

“I can do it yeah? Maybe he’ll calm down a bit.” Pierre offers and you feel even worse, shaking your head again. “No, I’m not taking a no for an answer. Charles will come with me.” Pierre says to which Charles nods, giving you a thumbs up. 

“I’m really sorry guys.” You murmur and Daniel reaches over to give you a hug. 

“Come on, it’s alright. You think we haven’t had our fair share of fights? I’m sure we’ve all had at least one friend be kicked out for a fight” He says before smiling and it’s so genuine that you can’t help but smile small yourself. 

All of you decide to leave the club, not wanting to stay after the whole commotion as there were eyes on everybody. Thankfully you manage to wait for a ride through the back of the club, Charles knowing the promoters and asking for a quick favour. You all wait inside until Charles and Pierre leave with Bastien before you step out for the next car. 

Max, Lando and Daniel pile in and there’s one empty seat left. “I can wait,” Carlos says gesturing you to go sit inside but you shake your head. “Seriously,” Carlos says softly. 

“Actually, it might be best if she stays here for a while. Incase Bastien makes a fuss in the hotel.” Daniel suggests, looking over the younger drivers to see them all nodding in agreement. “You’re good with staying with her?” He asks Carlos and Carlos nods. 

“As long as you’re good with staying with me?” he asks you and you’re wiping your cheeks, nodding. You want to say you’d be fine there by yourself, but you knew it wasn’t going to get through anybody. 

By the time their car leaves you’re shivering a bit. It wasn’t too cold with the Monaguesque weather but you also figured it was the tiredness that had started to settle in. 

“Here,” Carlos murmurs, gently hanging his jacket over your shoulders and you murmur a thanks, soon turning to him. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, and it’s a stupid question but you’re soon leaning into his chest, letting out a quiet whimper as his arms wrap around you to hold you close. It’s painful to see you like this, and he doesn’t know what else to do, simply kissing the top of your head. “Shh, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs, soon resting his chin on your head. He holds you there for a bit, rubbing over your back as he takes slow and deep breaths to calm you down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. To you and the rest of the guys.” You cry, trying to move as close as you possibly could to the Spaniard. The only thing he can do is hold you closer, promising that it was fine, but he knows that you didn’t believe any of it. 

By the time you both get to the hotel you’ve calmed down, but you stay tucked to his side, as if pulling away would only mean reality would swallow you whole.

“I don’t know what we can do. Should we get you another room?” Carlos asks softly once you both make it to your lobby and he’s surprised when you shake your head.

“Can I stay with you instead?” You ask and he knows he shouldn’t, knows that he doesn’t know what this would mean the next morning.

Your teary eyed look though has him ignoring his better judgement, quietly nodding instead so he takes your hand in his before walking to the elevators. His heart stutters when you intertwine your fingers together but he keeps his gaze forward as the elevator doors open. 

Once you arrive to his room you both agree to shower, clearly sweaty and sobered up from all the commotion in the club. Carlos lets you go in first and he takes this time to clear his head, too many things were going on and he was struggling to process what had just happened. He just knew you were here now, with him, in his room. He lets out a heavy sigh as he lays on the bed, pressing his hands to his face. He doesn’t know how long he lays there like that, only sitting up when he hears you come out of the shower. Your towel is wrapped around you and he can’t help but look over you. 

“Can I borrow your clothes?” You ask and Carlos nods, pointing you to his luggage before he goes to the shower to wash himself off too. He’s suddenly sweaty and burning all over, feeling like a teenage all over again. It’s awful and he feels awful but he can’t help but just think what this could mean for the two of you. 

By the time he’s done you’re already in bed, tucked in. His towel is hanging low on his waist as he heads off to grab his boxers. “Can you pass me a pillow for the couch?” Carlos asks, soon slipping on his clothes. He decides to forego his shirt, simply ruffling his hair with the towel to get it to dry. He hears you say something back but your voice is so quiet that he can’t make out the words. 

“What?” He asks slowly, coming closer as he goes to grab a pillow instead but this time you’re grabbing his wrist, shaking your head. 

“Can you sleep with me?” You murmur, and it’s so soft that Carlos almost misses it. 

“Y/n,” Carlos murmurs, shaking his head. His heart is beating out of his chest but you’re giving his wrist a squeeze. 

“Please, I just- please.” You sniffle out and he’s letting out a shaky breath. 

“I can’t do this, not with Bastien-”

You shake your head, “I’m done with him. I really am.” You say sniffling and Carlos is hesitant,  he doesn’t know whether to trust you or not but you’re already pulling him under the sheets, and he can’t resist it. Carlos lets out a shaky breath as he feels your gentle touches on his skin. You’re so warm against him and he can’t help but to pull you close. 

“He’s been cheating on me for a while now.” It’s a confession he doesn’t expect to hear and he has to pull away to look over you. “I just never saw it, but I knew. I thought he actually changed this time, I’m stupid.” You murmur and Carlos lets out a heavy sigh. 

“Sometimes people do stupid things for the people they love.” Carlos says, and he knows part of him is telling that to himself. He’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, soon wiping your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“I don’t think I love him though. I love the idea of him.” You sniffle, looking over at Carlos. You look so small and broken, but Carlos can’t help but still think you look beautiful. 

“I’m sorry.” Carlos says, “you deserve better.” I would treat you better, you know is what he means and you nod quietly. He’s watching you, looking down at how your fingers are slowly tracing patterns onto his chest and he lets out a soft sigh when you move closer. 

“What do you want y/n?” Carlos asks, and he’s scared. Scared that he’ll regret asking the question. “I’m tired of playing this game of tug of war. I need to know what you want.” He murmurs and he can’t help but hold his breath when your fingers linger on his lips, gently brushing his bottom lip. 

You’re soon connecting your lips with his and that’s enough of an answer for him. It’s different this time, slow and careful as your tongues slowly mould together. His hands are slowly creeping under your shirt, running his hands over your sides and letting out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His hands slowly run over your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze and he swallows down the moan that you let out into the kiss, happy to be able to feel you. “Come on,” he murmurs, soon pulling the shirt off you before he’s hovering above you. His eyes are trailing down your body and he can’t help but breathe out at the sight of you. “Eres hermosa,” You’re beautiful, he murmurs, more to himself, before he’s slowly trailing kisses down your neck. He can’t help the urge he has to litter every single part of your skin with marks, taking his time to map it out with his tongue. He knows it’s stupid, but he feels a pride settle in his stomach as he darkens the marks Bastien seemed to have left behind, hearing your voice gently moan out his name. 

“You’re mine, hm cariño?” Carlos asks and you let out a breath, nodding as he trails kisses over your chest. His tongue goes over one of your nipples and you can’t help but whimper. He gently presses his teeth into your nub, your back arches slightly as you let out a hiss. 

“Who do you belong to mi amor?” Carlos asks again and you’re hands are going down his torso, gently playing with the band of his boxers. 

“Yours,” You breathe and he’s soon goind further down kissing over your thighs, his fingers slowly beginning to play with your folds. He smirks at the sight of you already swollen and throbbing. 

“So wet for me.” Carlos says, gently pressing one of his fingers in, he’s almost dizzy at how easy he slips it in, soon slipping a second one as well. 

“What do you want mi amor?” Carlos asks and you’re lifting your hips. 

“Anything, I- please.” You murmur and that’s enough for Carlos to move his fingers, soon pressing them in deep. The breaths you let out sound like a symphony, and he’s moving his fingers faster, slowly deepening his movements. Your moans are mixing in with the sound of his fingers, and he can feel himself getting harder, the sight of you falling apart from his touches has him feeling euphoric. 

“Oh,” You breathe out just as Carlos curls his fingers and he knows he’s hit the spot, his head ducks down to your legs and he’s quick to let his tongue play with your clit. He knows he’s doing it right when he feels you clench around him. 

“Come on baby, you’re so close. So good for me.” Carlos murmurs and your legs shake as soon as you come, hand going to grip Carlos’ hair as you’re moaning his name out with a sinful cry that Carlos wishes he could have playing forever. 

He lets you ride out your high, holding your hips in place, he only pulls away when you slowly release the grip on his locks and he can’t help but lick a stripe over your folds, loving the taste of you. He’s soon moving back up, kissing your lips before he’s slipping his fingers in your mouth. You’re quick to lap his fingers up, letting out a sigh when Carlos pulls his fingers away to give you another long kiss. He’s about to offer to just finish off by himself, knowing you were probably exhausted but your next words surprise him. 

“Can I ride you?” You ask against his lips and you ask it so innocently that Carlos groans, how could he say no to you? He’s soon slipping his boxers off before he’s sitting to rest his back onto the headboard. You’re eager to go on his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Carlos holds your waist though, wanting you to slow down a bit. He wants to cherish the moment. 

He cups your cheek once you sit down, groaning at the press of your thighs on his cock. You’re a bit out of it and Carlos needs to tap your cheek gently. “Look at me,” Carlos says softly and when he realises you’re not listening his hand travels down to hold your neck. 

“I said look at me baby.” Carlos says, this time gently giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. He smiles when you finally look at him and he can’t help but pull you closer, soon giving your lips another gentle kiss. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. As much as he was enjoying it he had to ask you first and once you give him a smile and a nod he’s giving your lips another peck. 

Carlos soon moves his hand back to your waist, slowly helping you sit up. He groans softly as he strokes himself, already painfully hard. “Wish I could record you like this baby, being such a whore for me hm?” Carlos murmurs, soon moaning when you sink down on him. 

“Shit,” you breathe out, soon holding his shoulders. Carlos feels so big inside you and the press of him feels amazing. You soon settle down onto his thighs, and a part of you swears you can feel him a bit too deep inside you. 

“You feel so good cariño, so so good.” Carlos breathes out and he lets you take your time before you slowly begin to move your hips. It feels amazing, the drag of your hips and the rhythm of your bounces has him groaning. He lets you do the work for a bit, simply sitting back and watching with a gentle hold of your waist and letting out praises in between his moans. 

Your moans are mixing together, and Carlos can’t help but grip your waist, soon meeting your hips with his own. You almost lose your balance, digging your nails into his shoulders as he somehow feels even deeper. “Fuck baby, you were made for me.” Carlos groans as he slowly begins to move his hips more and the way you’re whimpering has him losing all his inhibition. 

“Yours. Only yours.” You gasp out. Carlos groans when he feels you clench around him so he’s soon shifting, moving you on your back. His hand goes to your neck again, pressing your foreheads together. “Look at me,” he says, drilling his hips into you and you can’t help but have your eyes roll back, pressing your head into the mattress. 

“Carlos, there. Please.” You beg when he angles his hips just right. “Please.” 

His thrusts become deeper, moaning at the way you clenched around him. He sees your head fall back and your eyes slowly shut so he squeezes your neck again, a bit harder this time. “I said look at me y/n or you aren’t allowed to come.” Carlos pants out. He knows it isn’t true, knows that he possibly can never deny you- no- himself from the pleasure of seeing you coming undone but his words have you coming back to reality, gasping as you look at him 

Your eyes are locked into his and you can feel the clench in the pit of his stomach. The adoration in Carlos’ eyes has your heart swelling. “Carlos,” you murmur and Carlos moves his hand to cup your cheeks. 

“I know baby, I know. You’re close hm? Show me how good I make you feel, how good I treat you.” Carlos says and his words have you crying out his name and digging your nails into his back.

Carlos groans, the sight of you pushing him over the edge too. He makes sure to deepen his thrusts, soon coming inside of you. 

Carlos pants softly, your foreheads still pressed together and he can’t help but lean close to give you a gentle kiss. You slowly kiss him back, letting out a small whimper when Carlos slowly pulls out. 

“Here, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs soon pulling you to his chest and you can’t help but lean close, letting out a shaky breath. “Are you good?” Carlos pants out and you’re nodding, out of breath yourself. 

“I am, are you?” You ask and Carlos smiles, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. 

“Amazing.” He murmurs before he’s kissing your lips again. 

It almost feels too real to be true. 

And even the next morning, when he wakes up with you fast asleep and slumped next to him, he can feel his heart swell over a thousand sizes. He couldn’t believe it, he just had to be dreaming. 

fin.

link to chapter 12 here

the long awaited moment!!! yall when i tell you i was struggling to piece it together. i wanted to make it worth it (and i really hope it was). anyways, put my whole carlussy into this (don't question my choice of words i am literally head empty after this chapter).

i'm excited to start focusing on them more and how their relationship will develop <3. anyways i hope u enjoyed. big smooch on the forehead for all of you.

pls dont be a ghost reader, would love to hear what you think<3

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[whatthefishh]

Hi Mona <33

You're so cooool (and im proud of you in case you havent heard yet!!!)

Okay so exams are killing me even though they actually haven't STARTED yet its just the prep and the stress yknow!!! Anyway you also know I'm very much a slut for Rydal and the way you write him bc uhh he's just so fcuking fine and I love your writing!!

I know you aren't doing drabbles right now but would you spare this desperate and tired soul a few cutie pie Ryda hcs. Just a few smol cute ones abt his soft caring and hnghgnghgng during the high stress school seasons (yeah im projecting whatever.)

ANYWAY!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!

-Clem <333

Hi cutie

Thank you 🥺 and WDYM COOL LMAOO

Exams and exam prep can be super stressful, hope you’re taking care of yourself sweetie. I can definitely spare some Rydal HCs, and I know @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax and @melodygatesauthor have been asking me to drop stuff for our fave nepo baby hehehe

Random Rydal HCs:

Going out for something as simple as a drive isn’t just going for a drive with Rydal. The man puts on cologne and special sunglasses that he says work better for driving but you know it’s bullshit, he just thinks he looks cooler with them on in his vintage and unnecessarily expensive car.

Is the boyfriend that puts his hand on your thigh while driving. Buys you a drinkie drink and critiques your DJ skills loudly and rudely.

A trip to the mall usually means you have to block off a whole afternoon for it. Rydal tries on more clothes than you thought was possible, requesting certain cuts from the retail workers that you don’t even recognize. He definitely tries to fuck you in the changing rooms when the staff leaves you alone, claiming he could make it worth it for you to sit through his little fashion show.

You let him.

The first time you take Rydal thrift shopping he refuses to touch anything in the store. You think he’s mad at you for how little he speaks and how he glared at you when you ask him if the top you’re holding up would look good on you.

To make up for it, he forces you to get a pedicure with him. You thought he was joking but he’s dead serious, his face growing more irritated when you tell him you’ve never had one, opting to save your money and take care of them yourself. He scoffs and essentially drags you by the wrist (why does that action alone have your knees knocking together—) to the salon and picking out your colour for you. You feel quite pretty after you can’t deny but the memory of his face dropping never fails to make you laugh.

Playing board games with Rydal meant screaming matches that ended with the board game toppled over and his lips pressed against yours angrily

Movie nights found you both ripping on the movie choice of the night, commenting almost through the whole thing and making claims of what you’d change, what he thinks would’ve been a smarter decision of the main characters, taking sides and arguing them whole heartedly as if the people in the films and their actions had a direct connection to your lives

Sometimes Rydal would come over while you were in the shower. Sometimes he’d join you, finding it hilarious that you thought he was a serial killer but soon distracting you by dropping to his knees for you.

Sleepovers found you either on opposite sides of the bed or breathing in each other’s skin, arms holding the other close, legs tangled. The nights you spent laying with him were usually the sweetest mornings. Sometimes he’d wake you up with kisses, borderline ticklish movements, not letting up even while you squealed for him to stop. He didn’t let up until he pulled peals and peals of laughter from you, sharing syrupy kisses after and causing early morning butterflies to stir as your heart swelled with affection.

These were extremely random and scatter brained and I’m sorry because I really should be sleeping but I love him so much and I miss him and I promise I’ll work on my WIP soon ❤️ love ya

[choclateteez]

🥊💥4* Town Conflicts pt. 2!💥🥊

IM ALLLIIIVEEEEEE!!!!

Im so sorry yall!! University has been KICKING MY ASS.

I just finished exams and everything, this years been a colossal mess (nearly died lol) BUT i couldn't forget about this so i managed to finish this up before the end of the year! 

I promise I have more in the tank, please bear with me and tysm for your patience!!😭😭🙏🏾

🧡Aaron Z🧡

With others

Z is a pretty peaceful guy in general

He doesn't like confrontation, doesn't like to get violent

As quiet as he can be, he doesnt let some things slide

If someone throws a comment here or there, he can ignore it easily

But dont test his patience

Hes a huge advocate for a little something called personal space

He cant stand it when strangers or people he's not comfortable with are inside his bubble

If you pester him, harass him, or stay too close to him for too long, he will not hesitate to push back

literally

He would never start a fight, but he sure can end it

I mean, have you SEEN this dude? 

6’3, lean, muscular, you're pretty much asking for an L

He’s a one hit wonder. One punch and youre gone (Jesse knows this all too well…he tried waking him up once…)

“I began to pass out…and then my head hit the wall, bam!”

With 4*town

He's pretty chill with 4*town out of the rest of them

The only thing he could really complain about was when the gangs energy was way too high for him to be comfortable with

Don't get him wrong, Z loves a good time. But when things are getting a bit too hyper, and the others try to rope him into the chaos, it's a bit too overwhelming

And that ended up with them "accidentally" leaving him out of stuff because they thought he was a downer. Especially when 4*town had just started

He was already a bit lonelier than the rest, as his popularity took a slower time to gain than the rest. This didn't help his insecurities in the slightest

Not only did it hurt the hell out of his feelings, it caused him to be more closed up towards the rest

Aaron T was surprisingly the one who noticed the negative impacts it was making on him, and he felt incredibly bad

He tried the "helping without confronting" tactic, a lot of which included him asking Z if he wanted to help him with his latest prank

Although reluctant, Z slowly started feeling a bit more appreciated

Even when he was the butt of the prank, T made him feel like he wasn't so invisible as he sometimes felt

Soon, even the other guys started asking if he'd help them do revenge pranks, started inviting them more often

And of course, gave him a well deserved apology

Turns out, he got a lot of it wrong. Apparently everybody thought he didn't like them because of his constant nonchalant expressions??

All this because they made assumptions about his feelings only from his face?

"...i'm surrounded by idiots." "WE'RE SO SORRY😭😭"

💙Aaron T💙

With others

He loves a good tussle

If you give him a reason to, he'll be delighted 

T wont fight for small reasons, obviously, but he is the perfect definition of "fuck around and find out"

Just don't do anything creepy or rude, and you stay on his good side

His biggest ick/pet peeve are creeps and stalkers, unnecessary paparazzi

Notice the unnecessary. He's not shy around cameras, and if his lovely fans want some content, who is he to deny them?😌

However, if there's hidden paparazzi, or people who follow him or his friends around, he can't stand it

He finds it gross and extremely disrespectful

And it makes him unbelievably uncomfortable. He hates having to feel as if there's always someone watching or taking pictures of him when all he wants is a damn coffee 

With 4*town

T admits that he can be a bit of a handful sometimes

But jeez, sometimes the gang needs to accept the fact that he prefers to interact and actually do things with other people

Being an extrovert is hard y'all

Especially when all of a sudden every single person in your group needs alone time

And he understands that. He'll respect their wishes every single time without fail. He'd throw in a whine or two, but he understands their needs.

But they never seem to understand his..

When he needed company, all of a sudden everyone thought he was being too much, or being clingy

He has the urge to shake their shoulders and tell them that he wasn't asking them to plan a party with him, he just wanted to go get some damn groceries with some company

Was that too much to ask?

He thanks the Lord that Tae Young was there for him a lot of the time

He seemed to be the only one willing to be with him all the time

Tae Young noticed this pretty quick and all it took was one convo with the rest of them, and boom

For Z, it was like sticking his toe in the water when it came to hanging out with T, and then he found out just how fun his company was

And as stoic as Z is, T found himself latching onto him more frequently. 

As for Jesse, he ended up being the brunt of T's pranks a lot, but he finds it endearing in a way.

Robaire found T absolutely hilarious, and has grown to treasure him more and more every day

[emiensr]

Hello hello!! Noel is a very cute boy and I don't have Pomefiore ocs but I have my mc Melanie and her mouse knight Louise to fling at you!!

waahhhh Melanie is sooo pretty!!!!!!!!!!!! i love her dorm leader dress so muchh...... augh.. <3

I noticed you said that she's a part time singer at the mostro lounge !!! in my little oc universe so is Noel ;D i imagine that could be a way they could know eachother... Noel (after using his UM on her) would (like with most people) make little comments about what her life was like before coming to Twisted Wonderland, eg.. calling her "your highness" as a joke without being told that she's a queen...

He almost dislikes when people don't get freaked out or are rude to him.. i imagine she wouldn't be i guess. afraid of him? (you described her as "caring to anyone no matter how rude they are to her") so . i think he wouldn't like her too much... :o not that he would DISLIKE her.. he's just not too interested in people who don't give him a reaction (sorry if this is OOC for her TT)

he WOULD however be interested in Louise! little mouse.... i don't have anything particular to say but .. he would want to know more about him :D

sorry that there wasn't much to say TT im tired.. augh...... i won't post a separate response to your other message but <3 i hope u have a wonderful day too !! thank you for sending me a message!!!!!!!!

[rivalkieran]

Hiiii I'm the anon before about the speswap headcanon stuff I'm just very shy and needed the time to come back ngl also it's mostly Gold related sorry I play favorites—

Anyway um. If all personalities are swapped I have this thought of the Pkmn House being used for profit rather than just a fun house full of Pokémon? Gold's mother is *very* strict and formal and uptight and that's why Gold tries to be such a perfectionist and the pride of New Bark Town. It's to drawn in tourists and money so his mother can basically scam them over a daycare type setting. Gold is left with most of the tasks and responsibilities while his mother puts on a nice face and makes him do the same to keep up their reputation.

This is a major reason why Gold is so angry and kinda violent(? I'm just basing that on your bday art for Gold where he's holding up a bat to og Gold). Cause [cough cough much like gv Ethan] most of his childhood has been ripped from him in favor of putting on a show to keep others happy (and possibly to keep himself safe from the potential wrath of his mother) leading to built up rage over the course of possible years.

Kris can see right through the mask he puts on obviously and they've almost gotten him to crack a few times but nothing has worked so far.

Also Gold's mother absolutely adores Silver and compares the two a lot (mainly putting Gold in a negative light) and Silver sometimes helps out to gain her trust more

oh you got alot of details abt speswap golds home life correct actually!! got me questioning whether Ive posted about it on here before…

yeah his mom is like. super duper strict and has extremely high expectations for him and thats why hes all perfectly polite and formal all the time. admittedly I havent put much thought into what happens to the pkmn house in speswapverse but your thoughts are super interesting to think abt… hrmmmm

also yes all of his pent up rage is the direct result of his idealistic perfect child facade requiring him to Never express any remotely negative emotions At All. and I think he’s had to do this for mmmost of his life. he got shoved into the perfect child mold at a very very young age I fear.. I dont think he has a Specific disdain for his Situation though. his inner hatred is kind of directionless and just targets the general people around him (except his mom. something something mother knows best) and also probably himself but Dont worry about it

HOWEVER… speswap crys is actually the only person to be successful in cracking gold’s facade even if only a little. even after leaving the direct supervision of his mother to do dexholder stuff he continues to be Inoffensive and Polite and Perfect to everyone EXCEPT crys. well he keeps the facade up as best as he can but she has gotten numerous Actually Rude comments from him which is a wild departure from the attitude he usually displays

and also idk if there would be a scenario where the others would get to meet golds mother (and also crys would probably try jumping her if Im gonna be honest) but it is a funny thought…

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

i apologize for how long this ramble is going to be😭 but i agree so hard with your posts about how little comments a fic can get nowadays even with a bunch of like. The majority of fanfics I see with high notes are at least 80% likes (I can’t do percentage Im just estimating), 10-15% blank reblogs, and 5-10% comments. It kinda disheartens me when I spend a while writing and revising one of my works—even though the majority of them are blurbs—just to make sure it’s perfect and something I’m proud of and then when I post it it gets maybe 200 likes 8 reblogs and 2 comments (which are usually in the tags but I’m still very grateful for and love to read the reactions of readers). I’m not big on complaining and I don’t care about high notes but when one of the works I post does get a lot of notes but the majority of those notes are likes and I’m lucky to get 2 comments, I’m just a little bummed. I always make sure to respond to the comments and try to keep the conversation going because as you’ve mentioned before, writers just wanna talk about the characters they’re interested in with other people who are equally as obsessed with those character as they are! Sometimes when I read others fan fictions and I can’t think of much to comment (which is rare cause usually I’m already thinking of what comment I’m going to leave when I finish reading), I still make sure to compliment the writing in some way, list something I really enjoyed and leave a little emoji that portrays my reaction. I just wish more people did that. I understand if some people are in a rush and just wanna read something quick and not stay on it too long or if they just don’t have anything to comment, but if you read the whole thing I’m sure you could at least think of something to say or one emoji that best fits how the fic made you feel or even better a reaction gif! I love those things. It’s not even when checking my notifications or notes on a particular work that I’m a bit disappointed but also other fanfic writers notes because they’re all excellent and deserve some love and support and I’m sure they’ve be ecstatic to get to talk about the character they like so much that they put in all the effort to write a scenario about with other people. again, sorry for the long rant 😭 I don’t want to come off as rude to anyone cause of course I understand to an extent why some people just don’t comment but it still invokes such a strong feeling in me to the point where I had the desire to rant in some (incredible, talented, amazing, outspoken and encouraging) lady’s inbox. have a goodnight/morning/afternoon (whenever you’re reading this, that is if you stuck around for my whole word vomit)

don't apologize for ranting. you can come into my inbox and rant any time! and thank you for your lovely words <33

like the thing that really gets me - my fics are being seen by more people than ever, yet fewer people than ever are commenting

I used to primarily post fanfiction on Quizilla. and Quizilla would show the number of hits your profile got. and profile hits were a big deal because it meant that someone found your fic through searches or through recommended, they read your fic, liked it, and then they clicked onto your profile to see if you had written similar fics.

the day that my profile reached 1,000 hits was a big deal for me. I remember checking back every single day to see how many hits my profile was getting, and I anticipated the day my profile was going to get 1,000 hits - and I thought I was fucking famous when it happened.

because back then, fandoms were sooo fucking small. so if 1,000 people saw my profile, it meant that the entire fandom (at least, my corner of the fandom - the part of the fandom that read and posted Harry Potter x OC fics on Quizzila) had seen my profile, and had likely read some of my fics.

and now, a single fanfic of mine can get 1,000 likes and 0 comments (like literally 0 comments) and it feels so fucking dehumanising. because likes aren't even hits. hits just mean that they clicked on it and their browser opened the page. likes mean that someone saw my fic, and they either enjoyed the concept enough to bookmark it for later or they read the whole fic and then liked it.

it means that someone saw my fic, liked it - someone probably read through my entire fic, and didn't bother to comment. so that x 1000. and it hurts my heart. especially because I just wrote 10,000 words of the fic and the reader couldn't even write 20 words in the comments.

1,000 people read my fic and it can get 0 comments. even if it gets 5 or 10 comments, those comments aren't opening up a discussion about the fic.

I do genuinely miss the days when getting 15 hits on a fic meant that you got 10 to 15 comments. because every single person who clicked onto the fic recognised that a lot of work goes into a fic, and they wanted to show their appreciation - or, at the very least, they are excited and they want to discuss their enjoyment of the fictional characters with someone else who loves that character too.

these days, everyone pretends like fandom is a solo activity. and it drives me insane.

people make individual posts fangirling about a character, and nobody actually interacts with those posts. people make headcanons about their favourite characters, and nobody goes 'oh, you're so right!' - nobody takes the time to message them adding onto those headcanons or politely disputing them. people act like fanfiction is a novel handed to you for you to read quietly by yourself, and not something fanfic writers post with the intention of discussing it afterwards.

fandom is not a solo activity. it was never supposed to be.

and like, you're right - I don't care about getting a lot of notes. I have seen some fics that have 20k notes, and I think that would actually be a fucking nightmare. because I can only imagine how much those authors must be harassed for a 'part 2' and to write more for that fandom, or to just do that same fic again, slightly to the left. or how much they're harassed in general. my most popular fic is like 70% less popular than that, and I still hate the experience of having a really popular fic. it makes my brain get nauseous.

no, I don't want a popular fic. I don't want a fic with a lot of notes. I just wish that if I had a fic with 10 notes, five of those notes were comments - even if it was a string of comments, a discussion between me and someone else - I would be happier than having a fic with 1,000 notes and 2 comments.

and as I have said before, many, many, many times - comments spawn more fics. I have so many fics - both finished and in my drafts, that have been spawned by the comments I do get, or that have been spawned by discussions with my mutals in DMs. actively discussing the characters with me makes my brain want to write more fanfiction.

this isn't a trap - it fucking works.

[zyonsay]

Wildfire, Chapter Seven MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The white room glares at you tauntingly

Reader: Male

Warnings: Injury, Hospitals, Slightly angsty

Now playing: 'Ultraviolence' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey dears, this one is tiny bit angsty, im feeling devious pookies. Send help. Sorry for the long wait! I was overwhelmed with requests and private events >:[ I hope you enjoy though!

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(Here is the previous chapter)

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“We’ll need to keep you here for two more days, until your condition improves. I’ll keep you updated!”, the grey-haired doctor smiled brightly, but you didn’t feel happy at all. The cold, sterile light gave you headaches and the get well soon cards on your side table mocked you silently. ‘I hope you’ll get well quickly!’, yeah right.

You hated the hospital. You hated the white walls, the white floors, the white curtains. You hated the forced smiles, the shaky hands of the underpaid nurses and that disgusting sanitary smell that crawled up your nose and into your brain. The bed was comfortable and warm, but if you closed your eyes, you could feel the imaginary straps tying you to it like you’re some lunatic in a mental asylum. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The further the hands of the clock wandered, the more irritated you got. You were pretty sure that this is what it feels like to go insane. Steps hallowed out in the hall and then even those disappeared and once again, you were all alone with yourself in this glaring white room. As if you’re going to torture yourself by staying awake, you thought while closing your eyes to nap. Maybe you’ll sleep through this whole thing.

A light knock danced over the door and your eyes fluttered open. A quick look to your right showed that it must be some time in the evening, the sky was dark and the city alight. A sweet, pale face peeked through the lightly opened door, which was soon accompanied by a much more tanned visage. For the first time after the crash a faint smile tugged at your lips. “Hello there mate!”, the older of both practically stormed in and rushed to your side to give you a hug. Oscar, though much slower than Lando, also shuffled towards your bed. Lando risked a quick glance at your leg making him wrinkle his nose, not in disgust, but rather pity. “Shit, that looks bad. Does it still hurt?”, the concern in his eyes was apparent but you really couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit. “I’m high on the pain meds they pumped into me, so no.” You winced at how rude your tone sounded; you really didn’t mean to come off as mean. Not to your best friend. Although he didn’t mean to show it, his expression visibly soured at your words. Oscar’s concerned gaze landed on your face. You looked tired and, just like Lando, bitter. If he didn’t know any better, it would look like you’re laying on your death bed. The aussie couldn’t stand the tension in the air and decided to do something to lighten the mood and shoo away the threatening, lightning filled clouds above your head. “Me and Lando brought you a little something.”, he gently handed you a paper bag. “You shouldn’t have.”, the little whisper escaped you subconsciously as you fished an object out of the bag. It was a light blue Nintendo, one of the older models. When you looked back up at Oscar, a slight grin adorned his lips. He then gestured for you to explore the bag further. Blindly fumbling around in the bag, you pulled two square, plastic cases out. Turning them over, one depicted a picture of a tiny dachshund puppy and ‘Nintendogs’ in broad white letters. The other case looked almost identical, but instead a chocolate labrador crowned the cover. You couldn’t help the small smile from creeping onto your face. They remembered.

“I used to love that stuff as a kid. I could never get a real dog because of my mum’s allergies, so I was obsessed with these.”, you shoved your phone into Oscar’s face, a picture of the Nintendo’s game cases on the screen. “She would have to take away my Nintendo, so I wouldn’t be playing it through the whole night!” Lando’s face lit up. “Ohh, I remember these! I always chose the shelties”, if you squinted you could see the tiny stars glow in his eyes as he rambled on about his own experience with the game.

“Thanks.”, your voice was hoarse, and the words almost got stuck in your throat as you choked down tears. This wasn’t the moment for you to cry. They would only pity you more and you definitely didn’t need more of that. Oscar’s smile faded, he felt incredibly bad for you. An Achilles tendon rupture was serious, and you had barely started your Formula 1 career. He didn’t want to pity you, he knew you’d hate him for it, but he couldn’t stop the sad sigh leaving his lips. Your thoughtful expression hardened again, and your lips formed a straight line. “It might be best for you guys to leave. Thanks for visiting though.”, with glossy eyes you mustered up a small, dishonest smile to appease the two boys. Lando’s eyebrows tugged in an annoyed manner as he moved from your side, towards the door. “Get better soon, we’ll see you around.”, he whispered before messing with the handle of the door. Oscar winced at the venom in Lando’s voice and offered you a gentle smile and a court ‘goodbye’ before heading out too. Seconds after the door closed again, you heard Lando’s awfully offended sounding voice outside. ‘We come to visit him, bring him gifts and he still can’t loosen that fucking stick up his ass?’

That one stung.

Now that you were once again alone, you let out the sobs you’ve been holding the entire time. Your chest heaved and sunk with sad little whimpers and your eyes were puffy from the salty tears that streamed from them. The light flickered and the aggressive, sanitary atmosphere caught up to you again. Your shaking hands clutched the Nintendo tightly, pressing it to your chest. What have you done?

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[exdivine]

goddess i cant believe people had the audacity to make little comments about makeup? Im lucky to only have experienced subtle things but never something so direct that's so beyond rude and disrespectful I'm so sorry <3

thank u bestie i do enjoy little things like lipstick and blush but it's concealer i'm trying to get away from... i've had customers ask me really personal questions like if i've been crying or even if i'm high because of red hyperpigmentation around my eyes so it's a HUGE insescurity of mine. but my appearance isn't any of my customers' business. people can be so out of pocket here (east coast)

[istanfluffycontent]

Heyooooo I accidentally came across your blog and boy am I addicted, I enjoy your writings so I was wondering if you could do

Defending them (TXT) in a fight, like maybe someone was overstepping boundaries or being rude and we are ready to fight wanna know how my fist would look on your face? *cough cough* wow I'm violent sometimes 😂 but its definitely up to you , just wanna protect our precious bois

-your bestie 😉💜

Hiiii! Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!! im not a really physical person so it might not be as accurate as you like 😅 anyways enjoy!! I’ll do ur second request sometime soon <3 Masterlist/wip list/things i might do later

Defending TXT in a fight

soobin:

this mf is tall af but is too shy to actually express his discomfort

especially physically 

so when you stepped up for him, he was really happy

He finds it really cute since compared to him, ur so short

but you defend your boyfriend anyways and its heart warming for him

would have a dumbass smile the whole time 

not scared to get mean now that you’re defending him

would not let go of your hand

will tell you how happy he is on the way home, promising to buy you food 

Oh- and expect LOTS of short kiss afterwards

yeonjun:

because yeojun is quite cocky (due to all the compliments he gets and he’s so perfect), one might think that he’s embarrassed for you to defend him

but honestly, he’s doesn’t mind at ALL

when you confront the person who made him upset, he’ll wear a proud smirk on his face the entire time

finds it cute ngl

his eyes would scream “yeah that’ my gf”

on the way home he’ll thank you and tell you that he didn’t need you to do that but he’s smile says it all

expect random gifts and gestures the next couple of days

beomgyu:

the second he realizes that you’re on his side and you’re defending him, oh boy

he would kinda duck/stand behind you and let you have your rage at the person that made him upset

is likely to sneak in a comment every now and then 

“Yeah that’s right!”

“Uh hmm! Yeah! Why’d you do that man?”

ends up forgetting how upset he was and why he was upset in the first place

Fangirls over that way you dont take a shit people throw at you

would wear a smile like he’s high for the rest of the day

taehyun:

(i- this pic hits different he's so perfect omg)

He would be very appreciative 

he’s so happy that you care so much for him you’re willing to raise fists 

also finds it really cute of you

The more he thinks about what happened, the happier he is

Non-stop "i love you"s

he’s quite laid back so he finds it amusing when that person cowers from your threats and glares 

puts his arms on your shoulder and and plays with your hair/ears

nods his head at everything you say

usually he’s the one to protects you, and when the roles reversed..

all he could think about is the fact that he’s falling for you even more

kai:

Probably doesn't see the angry side of you often so he would be a little scared 

would squeeze your hand as you talk

you would flash him warm smiles and squeeze his hand back to signal that you’re not mad at him

andddddd thats all he needs to start being a preppy gen-z boy

“yes queen, slayyy”

“uh huh, yeah that sounds right to me”

Would make you smile and roll your eyes

feels like a middle schooler who caught a big fat crush again

a/n: thank you for reading! sorry this one was kinda short, pls remember to drop a like and follow cause i follow back <3 !