#mad props to that team taking this on

[ancillaryjurisprudence]

oh cool the old 1.0 period patch notes!  Lets see what features they were adding in the year after the official release of the game!

*touches ground* something terrible happened here

[5sospenguinqueen]

Tastes Like Gin | Max Verstappen x Best Friend! Reader

Summary: Max turns 27, and his best friend surprises him with a birthday party. Unfortunately, a few shots from his fellow drivers gives Max more confidence than he expected.

Warnings: Fluff. Friends to lovers.

Requested: No. Just a birthday piece

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redbullracing so many max memories 🎂 here’s to 27. happy birthday 

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christianhorner happy birthday, champ

f1 happy birthday, max

user not rbr only using pics of max in team gear

user waiting (not so) patiently for yn’s bday post because she posts the softest pics of max 

user i love how this post is just fans complaining about max’s car

→ user it’s ‘cause all the drivers will be waiting for yn to post 

user here’s to hoping for more wins when the autumn break is over

user have a purr-fect day 🐱

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yn_ln happy birthday, maxie. no matter how old you get, or how many records you set, you’ll always be the goofball that peed in my paddling pool. happy 27th 🧡🦁

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user yn’s yearly dose of humbling

→ user she always posts the most ego destroying photos of him

→ user as a best friend should 

maxverstappen1 i was 5! and you promised you would stop bringing that up

→ yn_ln was i drunk when i made this promise?

→ maxverstappen1 yes…

→ yn_ln then you know it doesn’t count

→ maxverstappen1 for my birthday this year, i’d like a new best friend

→ yn_ln already bought your present and i can’t refund it. soz

danielricciardo why have you posted two pics of him with his tiddies out

→ yn_ln you mean you don’t like the vertiddies? i’m blessing the mv1 fan base

→ redbullracing and my timeline 

→ yn_ln see

landonorris 27 years means 27 shots

→ yn_ln only if you’re taking him home at the end of the night. he can puke in your bathtub 

→ maxverstappen1 that was one time! and tbf, i’d just won my first wdc 

→ charles_leclerc why do you keep desecrating this woman’s water features

lilymhe ew, is that a man?

→ yn_ln i’m only friends with him for his money, i swear! you’re the only one for me

→ user um, haven’t you been friends since you were kids

→ yn_ln it’s called playing the long game. i could tell he was going to be rich since he was little

→ maxverstappen1 i can’t tell if i’m insulted or complimented 

maxverstappen1 added to his story

yn_ln added to her story

landonorris added to his story

landonorris replied to maxverstappen1’s story wow. what a gorgeous date → i still think you should set us up → maxverstappen1 fuck off → landonorris with a sight like that, i thought you’d be in a better mood

maxverstappen1 replied to yn_ln’s story i can’t believe you pulled off a whole surprise party without me knowing → you’re phenomenal  → yn_ln you’re not mad at me for ruining our nice, quiet evening like you were expected  → maxverstappen1 no. i get to celebrate with all the people i love → and we still had our quiet dinner just the two of us → i can’t believe you’ve done all of this for me → yn_ln i’d do anything for you 

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Tangled in the white bedsheets, you realised you hadn’t changed out of your dress from the night before. Max’s old hoodie, a 33 above the breast, covered the top-half of your frame, providing some semblance of warmth and comfort. Head propped up on the pillows, you squinted at the bright screen in your hand. Blinking furiously, you couldn't tell if the pounding in your head was from the lack of sleep or the disbelief at what you had done. A friendship of over two decades ruined in a single night. Thumb swiping at the screen, a wave of shame washed over you as you scrolled to another post. And then another. 

Another image. Another angle. Another trending tweet. 

All of them accumulated in one place, screaming at you. For years you had buried the feelings you harboured for your best friend. Shoving them deep down below the surface, hiding them under quick-witted remarks and fleeting touches. He had never shown even an inkling that he returned the way you felt. Laughing it off when the other drivers questioned the nature of your relationship. Shoving you at Lando when he joked he’d “take you off his hands”. Asking you for fashion advice a few hours before a first date. And you had endured it all, in order to remain under the light of his platonic love. In one night, you had torn down the wall you had sloppily cemented together. 

The shrill sound of your phone pounded against your skull, piercing through the destructive thoughts. Blurry images of his face pressed against yours were replaced by a professional photo. Max’s face grinning back at you, his cheek smushed against the sliver of your face caught in the edge of the photo. Another night. Another celebration. A very different ending. 

“Why are you awake already?” You muttered to yourself, looking at the contact picture filling up your phone. You thought you’d have more time. More time to think of an excuse, to plan a lie, to pretend you knew nothing about it. 

About his face going viral, her body going viral, the pair of them connected going viral. 

“Morning, old man.” You answered, attempting a light-hearted tone. “I thought you’d still be passed out.”

“I tried,” grumbled Max. “But my phone wouldn’t stop blowing up.”

“That’s odd.”

“Uh, huh. You been on Twitter this morning?” 

Silence fell. You didn’t know how to respond to that with a clear voice. Max didn’t need you to. He could read your silence almost as well as your words. 

“Did that really happen?” 

A sting shot through your chest. Here came the let down. “Well, it can't have been a very memorable kiss if you don’t remember it happening.”

A false laugh echoed down the phone. Max’s eyebrows scrunched together and the unspoken pain. 

“I remember every second of it,” he said vehemently. “I just thought I was dreaming again.”

You didn’t hear his words. Already having prepared your next line. Say the words before he can. That’ll make them hurt less. 

“It’s okay. I know they didn’t mean anything. You were just drunk. I’m sorry it’s gone viral. I can’t imagine the kind of PR mess this will be.”

“No! No, I wasn’t. I mean, I was intoxicated, sure. But, not drunk enough to do things I didn’t mean-” 

“Max, it’s okay. I get it. Nothing will change between us because you had a few too many G&Ts. I’m happy to speak to PR with you and see how we can fix this-.”

“Will you just stop?” Max demanded, voice too loud to both your sensitive ears. He winced as you fell silent, sharp intake of breath filling his ears. “Stop trying to brush this off as nothing. Yes, Charles filled me with shots, and I was more easygoing than normal but I remember every. second. of. that. kiss. You had a cocktail umbrella tucked behind your ear, and Alexandra’s lipstick mark on your cheek. Lando had stolen your hair clip so it was down and loose, just how I like it. I was intoxicated but just enough to give me the courage I didn’t have before.”

“You tasted like gin,” was the breathless reply he got.

“What are you doing this morning?” Max asked, desperate to break the heaviness between the two of you. Desperate to hear your usual answer after a night out; ready for him to take you for a greasy breakfast to mop away the alcohol. 

He could hear your smile - picture it in his head - when you said, “Waiting for you to pick me up, of course.” 

“I’ll be there in 20.”

“Make it 30. I have terrible morning breath.”

Max’s laughter eased the tension in her body. “Maybe this time you’ll taste like mint.” 

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maxverstappen1 the best birthday gift this year 

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yn_ln i love you 🧡 i can’t wait to spend many more birthdays by your side

→ maxverstappen1 mijn hart

redbullracing finally. we’ve been waiting for this to happen since abu dhabi 2021

→ user rbr so real for that because the way he grabbed her. i fr thought he was going to kiss her there and then

→ maxverstappen1 i wanted to

landonorris but i got you personalised gaming headphones :( 

→ oscarpiastri and i got you the ultimate guide to minecraft

→ danielricciardo yes but neither of you got him laid. yn did

→ yn_ln daniel! 

→ charles_leclerc i got him drunk enough to kiss her. does that count?

→ yn_ln no! 

→ maxverstappen1 yes

→ yn_ln you guys suck

→ landonorris sounds like that was your job

→ yn_ln @/redbullracing @/mclaren @/scuderiaferarri pr training for all of them!

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Requests are open. Coming up;

Drunk and flirty Toto

K Mag Part 2 ‘cause it seems I’ve converted some of you

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #14

"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.

"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.

Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.

Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".

"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.

"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.

"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."

"No, I suppose you didn't."

"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"

Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."

"What do you—"

"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"

"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."

Jack's face falls.

"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."

"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"

"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"

"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.

"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.

"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."

Danny glances at Vlad.

"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.

--

The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.

"You should've told me," Danny growls.

"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"

Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.

"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."

Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.

"Which is?" Danny asks.

"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."

"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."

"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."

"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"

"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."

"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.

"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"

"Jesus, Vlad,"

"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."

"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"

Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."

With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.

"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.

Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.

"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."

Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.

"He won't."

"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."

"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.

"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"

"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."

"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"

--

"You're going to leave my family alone."

"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.

"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."

"Danny...why don't you come inside?"

Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."

Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.

"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."

"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."

"Danny..."

"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."

"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.

"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."

"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.

"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"

"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."

Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.

"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"

"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."

"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"

"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.

"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"

"Danny. I..."

"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."

"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."

"Overstepping already."

"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."

"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"It's done."

"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."

[crystalizedcryolite]

Yesterday, I decided to use AvM as an example for "Expression through Body Language in Animation" so I thought; why not share it over here?

Expressing EMOTION through Body Language (Using AvM as an example)

Body language is actually very important in animation. The use of it can help express just about anything! Sometimes it doesn't have to be facial expressions or strong voice acting to make a point about how someone is feeling.

For example, simple movement, like throwing your hands in the air or jumping around, can express joy,

confusion,

and even woe and sadness.

Sometimes, the complete use (or lack) of movement can be very telling of an emotion. In the picture above, Purple is standing completely still at his mother's grave, head cast down in sorrow.

Did it take any line of dialogue or facial expression to make his grief clear? No! All it took was simple body language.

It even helps differentiate one character from another, in terms of how they walk,

(Green skipping dramatically just SCREAMS theatre kid in The Wishing Well short:)

how they pose

("Blue" posing in a way that the REAL Blue most likely wouldn't in The Witch:)

(and Red’s aggressive movements vs Green's cocky ones from The Prank; you can tell by the way Red stomps up to Green that the poor guy is getting mad)

their fighting styles, too; where Red shows his aggressive and impulsive nature in the way he fights, compared to Yellow taking a more defensive stance in 'Green's Channel';

And even how they sit! HOW THEY SIT!

The animation team could've easily had them all sit in the exact same way, but no! They had them sit differently, in ways that give them all more personality.

And later on in the same short, they expressed frustration differently!

Red's pose here being some sort of pout, Blue’s feeling more of a "damn it!" while Yellow is a classic thinking pose; showing that he's possibly coming up with ways to succeed in another try.

And it didn't take a single word, nor a FACE, to get this point across! All it took to convey emotions was how they move! It's actually really interesting to think about. It didn't take voice actors or faces or even character design to show emotions and personality, all it took was a good understanding of body language and movement. Props to the Alan Becker team for that!

Before I go, here are some other examples of how simple movement conveyed emotions in AvM.

Blue's shock turning to horror in the Omelette Short:

Green laughing in Fruit Ninja and Wallpaper:

Orange tiredly rubbing his eyes in Ragdoll to show that "He didn't get enough sleep for this nonsense":

And finally, Red, Green and Orange leaning differently during a race in "Carrot on a Stick"

That's all I have, thank you for your time <3

I genuinely admire how the animation team managed to pull off body language so amazingly! It's so cool how you can express so much about yourself through your movements alone.

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ Just an accessory (tsukishima kei x reader)

⟡ request: hiiiii ! i really like all the stuff u write for tsukki and various other haikyuu boys and was wondering how they'd react to u being upset with them ? like maybe the night before they invite u to celebrate a win with their team but barely paid any attention to u all night so u decide to go home early or just end up going separate ways at the end of the celebration ?

⟡ cw: angst, slight comfort at end but mostly angst, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: this is going to be multiple parts because i don't like writing small drabbles in one thing but i have two other characters in mind for this

Tsukishima would be pissy at first and say you’re overreacting but would feel bad about it eventually

“Okay, what’s your problem?” Tsukishima asks as he barges into the bathroom where you were doing your morning routine.

“What do you mean?” you ask back as you stare at him with a blank expression through the mirror.

“I mean why did you get out of bed without saying anything or even looking at me? Wait no scratch that what was up with you leaving early last night? I left to go get us drinks but by the time I was back you were nowhere to be found and I had to hear from Kyotani that you said you were going home early and that you looked like you were upset!” your boyfriend shouts as you as you finish your routine and after a few seconds of silence you turn to look at him.

“Are you even going to ask why I was upset or looked upset?” you huff out before pushing him out of the doorway “Because right now it just seems like you’re mad I wasn’t there to be your accessory.”

“What the hell are you even talking about- my accessory?”

“Yes, Kei! An accessory!” you shout back at him as you make your way to the kitchen.

“What does that even mean, [name]?” his tone sounds more annoyed with every word.

Setting down a glass cup, you look up at your boyfriend, tears starting to well in your eyes “It means you barely talked to me or included me in any conversation last night,” you sniff out, holding back tears “I felt like I was just there to fill space next to you and not actually there to be with you.”

Tsukishima's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by the sudden sadness. “What are you talking about? I was celebrating with the team. You know how important the win was.”

“Celebrating with the team while also ignoring me the whole time,” you reply, voice trembling. “I felt like I wasn’t even there, Kei. You spent the entire time talking to only them, and I was just… there.”

He rubs the back of his neck, clearly struggling to understand. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just... I didn’t realize.”

“That’s the problem,” you say, voice softening. “You didn’t realize. You never realize. And it hurts.”

Tsukishima sighs, his frustration turning into anger. “You’re overreacting. It was just one night.”

“Just one night?” you repeat, feeling more hurt. “It’s not just about last night, Kei. It’s about how I feel all the time when we are with other people. It’s like I’m not there and it really hurts.”

His expression is a mix of confusion and irritation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I shouldn’t have to, Kei,” you sigh, wiping away a tear. “I want to be with someone who sees me, who notices when I’m not okay. I want to feel like I matter.”

He rolls his eyes, clearly still annoyed but this time, with himself. “You do matter. I’m sorry, I didn’t think about how you felt. Can we talk about this? Really talk?”

You take a deep breath, looking into his eyes. “Yeah, we can talk. But things need to change, Kei. I can’t keep feeling like this.”

“I understand,” he says, his voice finally coming to a soft tone. “I’ll do better. I promise. Just... don’t leave without telling me what’s wrong next time, okay?”

You nod, feeling a small sense of hope. “Okay. But you have to promise to really try.”

“I promise,” he says softly, pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry for making you feel like a prop. You’re so much more than that to me.”

You hug him back, hoping that the next time, things have changed.

[alwaysshallow]

hey babes, for the drabbles in the inbox post all I can think of is price with a breeding kink so upset he's "too old to give you a baby" only for him to end up with a wife pregnant with their 2nd baby

Fifth time, sixteenth test, and he's fuming. He doesn't even look at you, and you feel bad, when he's pacing back and forth around the house, deeply in his thoughts. Normally, you'd try to hug him, like the last times, but somehow, you can't do it now. There's something wrong with his mind, and you just can sense that, even if he's not telling you anything; being with him prepared you enough for moments like these. He's a captain, the head of the team, usually stressing about things himself.

"John, could you finally talk to me?" you ask after another ten minutes, when enough is enough; he suddenly turns around in your direction, like he finally acknowledges that you're here. Apologetic look on his face makes your heart break even more.

"'m sorry, missus." He's quick to sit next to you on the couch, kissing your hand a few times, with hope you're gonna forgive him for ignoring you.

It's what he usually does, and it always breaks your facade, but now you're not mad. Rather, confused, but you don't talk about it with him, when he smiles into your lips and drapes a blanket over you. You two just cuddle on the couch, watching some ridiculously old documentary about war, when he decides to pop the question.

"Why aren't you with someone younger?"

To say you are shocked, would be an understatement; completely bamboozled, you look at Price, your eyebrow cocked. "The fuck are you on?"

He sighs, as he looks down at you; it feels like he doesn't want to fight, but he genuinely asks, which makes you feel weird even more. "Simple question."

You prop yourself up a little, to take a better look at your husband. "Because I love you, and that's settled?"

"Someone younger would give you a baby," he mutters under his breath, as his eyes are on the TV again. John's implication shoots right through you, like a bullet, sharp and hurtful, but not that much for you, as for him. You're quick to sit on his lap fully, to bring his attention to you.

"It's definitely not your fault, John. It might be as well something with me, you know?" you frown, your fingers tracing his bearded jawline, as he still doesn't look at you.

"I waited too long, and now there's the consequences of it." His tone is hard, like he didn't hear your explanation before, and he continues to blame himself for it. Your heart sinks. "'m failin' you, love. If I'd meet you earlier, it would be different. Or if you'd be with someone else, maybe he would give you kids."

"None of that," you say, grabbing his face, to make him look at you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you're quick to put a finger on his lips to shush him; he already told you enough to make you want to do a monologue on him. "We're gonna have kids, even if it will take years, do you hear me, John Price?"

"Affirmative," he replies, kissing you a few times. On lips, cheeks and nose – you learned that doing it this way soothes him. Makes him less nervous than he already is. "I wouldn't blame you, if you'd want to—"

You don't even try to talk to him this time; you just kiss him, interrupting his intrusive thoughts with hope that he'll focus on something else. It's not a surprise when he takes the bait, and he's quick to pick you up in his arms, while you just giggle, knowing that he takes you to bedroom.

Three years later, he's off at deployment, when you learn that you're pregnant again, with your second child. 9 weeks, your gynecologist says, when you look at the scan, thinking how happy you are right now. Tears pricks in the corners of your eyes when you're in your car, taking deep breaths before you'll call your husband.

A lot of thoughts are going inside your head; should you tell him now? He's on the mission, probably doing important things, maybe he doesn't want to be interrupted? Yet, it is an important thing, something that he waited to hear for the longest time, having doubts if he's ever gonna be a father— and now, he's about to be a father for the second time.

"Love, are you okay?"

You blink twice, when you hear him through you phone; you don't even know when you called. "Yeah, baby. I'm okay, why?"

"Been askin' you how's your day, and you tell me nothin'. Got me worried for a second," he laughs, and for some reason, his laugh completely calms you. Before, you were a little scared to even call him, interrupt whatever he was doing.

Now? Now, you're more than excited to tell him the news, since you have time, and your firstborn is with his grandma.

"I'm okay. I promise," you reply warmly, smiling to yourself, as you take a peek at your stomach. You don't have a bump yet, but you smile nonetheless at the thought that, if everything will go well, in following months you're gonna have a bump. "Are you busy?"

"Just got back to base. Will be there for a while," he hums. "What is it, missus?"

"You should sit."

"…everything's alright, yes?"

"Yes, but you should sit. And, turn the camera on, please?"

He doesn't even question your request; in a minute, you see his face – happy and confused in the same time, while you grin the widest you possibly can. You felt joy this big back when you were just a kid, getting your Christmas gift.

And, now you're the one who delievers the gift.

"You're in the car? Thought you're gonna be home," he speaks up, and you have to hold back a laugh.

"I had to see a doctor, and—"

"—you had to see a doctor? You told me you're okay, love. Is it our little man? Baby, I'm—"

"—I'm pregnant, John." Words fall from your mouth.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant," you laugh, as you show him the ultrasound on camera, the closest you can. "Nine weeks. I'm back from my gyn, that's the doctor I needed to see."

"You're not pulling my leg, are you, love?" he asks, and when you shake your head with excitement, he laughs. He laughs so happily, and he even stands up for a few moments before sitting again. "A week, and 'm gonna be back. Is it okay?"

"A week?" you raise your eyebrow. "You're supposed to be another two weeks on the mission, and—"

"—I'd like to spend it with my wife, and my two babies, alright? A week won't harm anyone," he whispers lovingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "We have to talk about so many things."

And the fact you had to try so many times for the first baby, is just a faded memory.

[bunny-jpeg]

show-off (kyle's version)

kyle "gaz" garrick

cw: smut/pwp, filming, oral sex (kyle receives), doggy style, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, vaginal fingering, kyle is just the best boyfriend <3

simon's version | johnny's version | price's version

kyle loved his girl. he had a photo of you in his locker and in the front pocket of his uniform. while those photos were used for innocent reasons, a reminder of you. of your little apartment in south london, the plants that seemed to take over the place, the smell of morning coffee and the sound of your laughter.

while kyle liked to keep you out of the line of work he did, he knew that the rest of his team had taken a liking to his sweet girl. so it wasn't that shocking, that he wanted to thank his teammates for an excellent last deployment.

and that came in a video file to the group chat titled "gaz_and_birdie_2024.mp4". the file was quickly saved to the other men's phones just in case kyle had a second thought on sending it. they weren't going to miss the chance to see that pretty cunt on display.

the video started with kyle propping his phone up on some books. "how ya feelin', love?" he asked as he walked over back to the bed. you were laid out on your stomach, stark naked.

kyle sat on the edge of the bed in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. he palmed your ass lovingly and looked at you, "have anythin' to say to the boys?" he chuckled.

you looked from him to the camera, you were a littler flustered at the idea of being filmed but it made the heat in your core grow, "i don't know what to say, kyle."

he gave you cheek a squeeze and he leaned over to kiss you on the lips, "anythin'. congratulate the boys for their hard work? compliment captain price or lieutenant riley."

"but not sargent mactavish?" you asked playfully as you turned over to prop yourself on your elbows to look at your lover. he looked handsome in the afternoon light. those dark eyes gleamed with a sense of mischief, that he knew that he was going to drive you and the rest of 141 mad.

he cupped your face and you melted into his touch. he responded, "well, don't have to give him an ego now." before he grabbed you gently and pulled you into a kiss.

your position changed and you were on your hands and knees, the camera got a perfect angle of your body as you were guided down to kyle's cock. he took it out of his sweatpants and you made a small noise at the sight of it.

"little girl like you gonna be able to handle this?" he asked in an attempt to play up the size difference. he was clearing six feet tall and could pick you up like a bag of potatoes. his cock was impressive too, the sight of it excited you.

how kyle made you feel safe and protected, how he adored you. even when he was filming a little video for his teammates. his words were drenched in the sweet honey of love.

you looked at him and nodded eagerly, "yes, kyle." you leaned into his hand in your hair as your head was guided to his cock. in the bright afternoon sun, the camera could clearly see the sight of you taking your lover's length in your mouth.

kyle looked at the camera as he guided your mouth into a steady pace. the feeling of your sweet lips around his cock excited him. he grinned to the camera and said jokingly, "wishin' you were here, captain price."

and as you sank lower down, taking more of his cock in your throat, "you too, lieutenant riley." and finally when you got his cock to the root, he hissed, "don't forget you, sargent mactavish. my girl would've put on a nice show for ya."

the teasing to the camera only made you hotter all over. the weight of your lover's cock in your mouth made you moan as you rubbed your thighs together. kyle's hand in your hair was guiding, he wasn't making your choke. but he made sure that every last centimeter was in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

"see why i'm lookin' at her photo all the time." kyle laughed as he combed his fingers through your strands once you got the rhythm ingrained in your head.

he was smug with himself, he's got his precious girl sucking his cock on camera. he looked down at you and egged you on to go a little faster. he said, mostly to the camera, "she's such a good girl for me. i came home and she had made me my favourite dinner. a proper roast. can't get yourself a girl like that anywhere." he thrusted up a little bit into your mouth.

you made a small choke noise, but eased it into your throat further. you whimpered at the praise. you did believe that you were kyle's perfect girl.

"i know you boys love your little slags, especially you captain price." kyle chuckled as he felt the heat in his gut grow, "pretty little things you find online you need a good woman price, someone like my little birdie" he shuddered at the pleasure.

you whined in response as you continued to deep throat him, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall into the comfortable lull of giving your boyfriend oral pleasure.

"i know you too, johnny. i've seen your rotation of pretty little bonnies who come over and you just fuck 'em and send 'em home. ya gotta romance your girls." kyle laughed. he could let his ego get a little inflated as you choked down on his cock.

this was his little show off of the lovely girl that he shared a home and a bed with. he could feel the warmth grow, the pleasure coursed through him as you continued to take him down with no problems.

"make 'em feel good and in turn they'll be sweeter than honey." he tucked some hair behind your ear and said, "isn't that right, birdie."

you arched your back a little further and kyle placed a hand on your ass. he grabbed at it then eventually his fingers sank into your pussy. the sound of your wet cunt being played with was clear in audio of the video.

you moaned around his cock as you felt it throb in your mouth. his fingers moved faster in and out of your aching cunt. just as you were on the edge of orgasm, you felt kyle give one last thrust into your mouth as he came.

he hissed through grit teeth as he felt it take all the air out of his lungs. he panted, but his cock remained stiff. he wasn't done with you. he pulled an orgasm out of you through his fingers stuffed in your cunt.

"that's it, that's my girl." he praised as he slowed down his pace. he watched you look up at him. you looked so cute. eventually he pulled his fingers out and gave them a hearty lick. the taste of his fingers on his fingertips. he looked at you like you were the center of the universe and said, "c'mon, i'm not done with you yet."

he got out of his clothes, his strong body on display. all the nicks and scars across toned muscle. all that training left with him a handsome physique. as much as he praised you, you should also be praising him.

you stayed on your hands and knees and he got off the bed then back on. he slotted himself beside you, in clear view of the camera. he looked towards the lenses and smiled.

"hope you still have a little bit of fight left in ya." he knew that price was probably down for the count by this point in the video. he slipped his cock in so easily, it was like cutting through butter with a hot knife.

he sank into you like he had done hundred of times over. you were both sweaty and still in the after glow of your first orgasms. but that didn't stop kyle from rutting his cock up inside of you.

you were soaked and it made him see stars. oh how he loved his girl, his sweet birdie. he was happy that he got to show you off too, show what kyle gets to come home to after every deployment.

the sounds of your love making filled the room, he hunched over you and held your hands in his. fingers interlocked. his cock bullied your insides, but the weight in your gut felt erotic. you panted and whined into the covers, you felt your heart hammer in your chest the more he fucked you.

"precious girl." he purred, "ya like how i fuck you? ya like how i feel stretchin' your poor pussy out. knowin' it's all for me." he was close enough to kiss at your jaw, he could almost feel your pulse point under his lips.

he knew you were running hot as he fucked you. the bed creaked a little the further he took it. his own heart was hammering in his chest, he could feel the sweat in the nape of his neck.

he was filming himself fucking the love of his life. he had you under his weight as he practically had you bouncing on his cock. you panted heavily as you felt the weight of his cock inside of your sweet pussy.

"please, kyle. ah! i love you." you arched your back to get the most of his thrusts. he responded by giving you ass a playful swat.

"i love you too, birdie. my sweet girl. givin' me a house and home to come back to. i think about ya all the time. sometimes i'll be smilin' just thinkin' about ya. what you're eating, if you're sleepin' enough. gotta make sure my girl is alright while i'm catchin' bad guys." he laugh as he dipped his nose to behind your ear, feeling you close to him.

the praise from him was heavy and he laid in on thick. but it made your heart soar and your affection for him grow. you couldn't help but bury your face into the sheets im emabressment as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you.

kyle noticed and kissed the back of your neck, "don't hide from me, love." his kisses were wet and loud, like the thrusts against your pussy.

you felt connected to him, loved by him. this wasn't purely a sex video, it was a documentation of two lovers caught in a sexual embrace.

you held onto the covers as you ass bounced against his cock. you could feel the heights of orgasm once more. you panted heavily into the bed as you clamped down on his cock. you whimpered loudly as you arched your back.

"that's my girl." he purred as he listened to you let out a loud, pathetic moan as orgasm gripped you once more. it only made him push you into the bed further and launch a full attack on your poor pussy.

his balls hit your ass as he fucked you. his praised came out a little slurred as you reached you peak. another strained noise and you were limp on the bed in an attempt to collect yourself post orgasm.

"birdie." he said, the name drenched in love. he got the perfect angle and battered his cock against the back of your pussy. his breathing was haggard as he felt himself nearing orgasm too.

a few more quick thrusts and he was hunched over you once more. his cum spilled into your sweet pussy as you laid there gentle as a lamb. such a beautiful little thing.

he slowed down and rested back on his heels for a moment. he kept a hand on your lower back to steady both of you as the rush to his head subsided.

he kissed the small of your back lovingly before he pulled you up into his arms as he laid down on the bed. there was a couple of moments of silence as you two were trying to catch your breath. he then let you go (much to your dismay) as he got up to turn the video off. the last few moments of the video, kyle's softened cock was in full frame as he went to grab his phone.

he labeled the file and sent the video. he got back into bed and rubbed your hip as he sent a follow up message to the group chat, "sleep easy, boys. will be takin' the missus out for another spin. see ya in a few days."

[pbnbucks]

word count : 1k

warnings : cussing, suggestive, lots of arguing

summary : what you thought would be a good start for the year turned out to be a havoc.

you and nika where dorm roommates but she often found herself in your bed instead of her own. nothing was ever forced with nika, you two never had sex with each other other then make out seshes. you and nika decided you where going to take it slow with each other.

her soft kisses being planted on your lips woken you up as her kisses continued as you propped yourself on her lap straddling her hips. it wasn’t long before you began to grind your clothed core on her thighs letting your teasing moans slip from your mouth arousing her.

“nika..” your gasped in a pleased manner as her fingers played with the lower hem of your shirt pushing them back down each time she let them travel higher. you lifted her shirt up pressing kisses along her collarbone and her upper breast making eye contact with each kiss.

you built up courage to let your fingers play with the clips of her bra before being cut off with 3 harsh knocks on your guys dorm. nikas groans trying to pull you back into her grasp and placing your lips back on to her as her hand found the back of your neck moaning into the kiss only for the knocks the resume their movements.

“just ignore it” it sounded lovely, the idea but you shoed her off leaving her in the bed by herself. you slipped on the pink robe that laid on your door frame tying it before brushing through your messy hair before opening the door. it was Paige’s un slept eyes that caught your attention wondering why you where seeing her so soon as practice began at 1 in the afternoon and it was only 9.

“are you okay paige” worried as the girl that stood in front of you was paler then usual with a nervous look on her face with the obvious bags that laid under her eyes. she fully understood you but couldn’t let out a word, her eyes scanned the apartment only seeing the part you wanted people to see hoping the conversation would hurry up so you could get back to nika and her half naked body.

“do you need something paige-” your caught off by her hands cupping your face pulling you in to hers holding you closer if that was even possible. her lips holding you in place refusing to let you leave and catch your breath. you have to push her off of you regaining your possession you have over her. your faces stayed close by each other feeling her mint breath run down your neck making you lean closer in to her chest.

“paige i think its time for you to go” you looked behind you to see nika in her black lace bra that held her breast perfectly only pushing them up a slight amount. you gave a sorry look to paige which she responded with a smirk before letting it linger to nika that pissed her off even more. when the door shut thats when nikas face loosened as she lead you back to the bedroom.

“i didnt kiss her first” you broke the silence barely as your voice was small with worry of the brunettes feelings. “what?” nika continuously trying to ignore the feeling of practically being punched in the gut looking everywhere but you.

“i didnt kiss her first, dont be mad at me please” paige commonly put a strain on your guys relationship, wether it was practice or the team hangouts she tried to claim you as her territory. Paige went overly out of her way just to try and get alone time with you, even doing favors for you just to get a good word in.

“im not mad at you, just blondie” nika showing no emotion in the encounter that happened between you and Paige hurting your feelings proving that she could care less as she rushed to get ready for team practice.

you heard the heated argument with paige and nika from down the hallway, you stepped into the locker room seeing them all in each others faces trying to man handle each other as paige had a bit more height on nika. ice and kk stood in between them trying to separate them from each other having no accomplish in the locker room.

“maybe just learn your fucking place” nika stepping closer to paige practically bulldozing kk onto the floor. her fingers found her way to paiges forehead pushing her head back as the rest of the team scolded nika for initiating the argument.

“why do you even care” Paige shoving nika into her open locker causing more fuel to nikas anger. they both fought for the upper hand in the bickering trying to make themselves sound better, as they tried to get teammates to back them up. even though the team tried to stay out of it.

“because shes been mine paige and you need to start watching the fuck out” the girls caused even more of a commotion when nika tried to tackle paige as you heard genos voice telling coach dailey to see what was going on. you where hoping that everybody would begin to act right once she entered but it was the complete opposite.

“bro. then why dont you let her choose for herself instead of being a pussy nika” the locker room stayed quiet as coach dailey pushed the girls off of each other while nika just revealed your twos biggest secret leaving you embarrassed in the corner watching the two bicker, your eyes teared up signaling you to leave the locker room.

you stepped into the hallway that held the teams roster poster, looking at the upper right hand corner that held you and nika side by side with million dollar smiles on your faces. paige quickly followed behind you as her hand was placed on your lower back pulling you close to her.

“oh don’t cry pretty girl, i know you’ll make the right choice” with that she pressed a kiss on your forehead and walked away leaving you dumbfounded as the rest of the team walked nika out of the locker room with there eyes glued to you as they shot their judgmental looks.

[writingstoraes]

Hi lovely i absolutely adore your work! Could i please request a charles x actress!reader fic where charles hard launches their relationship after someone flirts with reader? (i hope this makes sense 😭😭) thank you!!🩷🩷

all mine 🪩

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: tysm for requesting this, anon! i hope you like this hehe fc is hailee steinfeld! and yes ur request makes sense <3 lmk what u guys think!

about: during your first paddock appearance, charles gets wind of someone else being a little too friendly with you.

yourusername

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yourusername Finally watching my favorite sport live! Props to the F1 paddock club for the banging champagne 🥂

f1thusiast crazy publicity for the team she's going to be supporting

forzacharles didn't she say shes a merc and ferrari fan? ynoscars Yeah but she's apparently visiting different teams and not just those two

ynlover ATE EVERYONE UP! HAVE FUN QUEEN

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ferrariyn Y/N twt in flames there's too many content so much people are trying to interview her 😭

mercedesamgf1 Thank you for the visit, Y/N! We loved showing you around 🤍

scuderiaferrari Looking forward to your garage tour here at Ferrari ❤️

leclercsyn give me a y/n and charles interaction and then ill forgive you guys for all your slip ups

yourusername added to her instagram story!

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charles_leclerc My love's first grand prix and paddock appearance today and I couldn't be happier. To my biggest fan, best believe I'd never miss a chance to brag about you — and I'm over the moon that I get to start today.

Almost two years together and I'd honestly say that seeing you in the paddock has been something I've been looking forward to ever since. Je t'aime, à l'écran et dans la vraie vie, que tu sois à côté de moi ou loin. I love you, on-screen and in real life, whether you're beside me or far away.

carlossainz55 I knew you'd skip the soft launch and do it your way 🤣

pierregasly I will send you that clip every day lol

mercrbr THIS IS SO FUNNY

yourusername What a shame you weren't at the garage when I toured it 😣

charles_leclerc We'll visit it again later :)

scuderiaferrari Love is in the air indeed! ❤️

landonorris Bro don't be mad but she visited us earlier... afraid you'll quote me on Twitter too 🤣

forzasainzz they will never live this down lmao

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yourusername P1 today! Was on the edge of my seat the whole time, but my faith on you never wavered. Truly the happiest when I watch you in your element 🏎️ Couldn't resist not taking the first picture when you showed up on screen.

Love you to bits, my world champ :) Cat's outta the bag now I guess, no more hiding how crazy I am for this man in red (lol)

zendaya Finally!

leclercsyn this is like a dream come true for me

charlieferrari QUEEN SUPPORTING THE KING THATS RIGHT

landonorris Charles just can't stop smiling

charles_leclerc ... Get out

taystan power couple! we love to see it ❤️

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: lmk if anyone wants to be a part of my taglist! as usual this took surprisingly long for me to make lolol requests for charles are open <3 lmk what u guys think!

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 186 }

the admirer.

academy arc

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

the moment you entered the classroom and saw sung jinwoo propped on top of your desk, you knew that it was going to be yet another one of those days for you.

the star of the track team was simply laughing with his friends, settling his lithe body across your desk as if he owned the damn thing. he was filled with poise, able to balance the entire weight of his body on such a precarious desk that you had to fight back the urge to shove him off it (just to teach him a lesson or two.)

but you don’t push jinwoo off the desk that he currently used as his pedestal. instead, you let out a sigh, dragging your feet across the linoleum floors while brushing back your hair.

“sung, you’re in my spot again.” you tell him with a weak glare, hearing his friends laughing a bit with their lips pursed in response.

“is that so?” jinwoo’s tone was nonchalant- lazy, even, as he met your gaze with his cool, grey eyes. trying to fight back the pounding ache that was beginning to form against your temple, you sigh and remind him once more. “if you want to trade seats, then just say so and i’ll do it, sung.”

jinwoo lets out an amused chuckle before shoving himself off of your desk right when the bell rings. biting back a groan of annoyance, you take your seat and quickly got out your notebook and pencil, ready to take notes when your teacher walked in.

ever since you began your high school career and shared the same class as sung jinwoo, it seemed like he made it his life’s mission to annoy you.

from mornings like today where he sits on top of your desk to talk to his friends-

to blocking your way each time you were in the hallways-

or keeping his eyes on you each time you had volleyball practice and had to share the field with his track team.

without fail, jinwoo would always manage to get under your skin, and you hated it. along with his simple annoyances, something about him was just… odd in general. there were moments where you would look back at him only to see the shadows seeming to bend with his every movement.

you convinced yourself many times into thinking that it was just the trick of the light, yet the more times you caught sight of such strange wisps, the more you realized there was more to jinwoo than meets the eye-

yet sadly, in your case, he was such a nuisance that you didn’t bother to know much about him and simply ignored all of his oddities.

throughout the day, you swore you felt jinwoo’s gaze lingering on you, yet you ignored the sensation of his burning gaze and kept your focus on taking detailed notes. this went on for the whole day, with you not stopping until it was the end of your school day.

you close your notebook and see jinwoo walking past your desk with his friends, talking and laughing with them. he meets your gaze, and you raise your eyebrow at him with a deadpan expression, as if daring him to make your day by being obnoxious again.

but when he ends up smirking at you before giving you a wink, your eyes end up going wide in response. as if satisfied with your reaction, you hear jinwoo’s rich laughter fill at the air, leaving your face feeling quite heated at the sound.

you hastily pack up your belongings and head to your locker just then, needing to change for practice as you made a mad dash toward the hallways. finding your assigned locker, you open it and place your backpack inside, switching it out with your duffel bag when something on your shelf catches your attention.

it was a completely new and unopened chocolate bar, (one of your favorite brands to be exact), settled in top of your locker with a folded note. your lips were parted as you grabbed the chocolate bar and note, unfolding it as it read:

hey, i saw this last night at the convenience store and thought about you. i know you love this brand, so i hope you enjoy it.

sincerely,

yours

a strange warmth was felt filling at your chest, and you wondered who had given you such a cute and thoughtful gift. unable to hide your smile, you gingerly place the candy and note on top of your duffel bag, unaware of a pair of glowing, purple eyes watching you from your shadow.

{ … }

since that first note with your favorite chocolate appeared, several other notes had come along as well with a variety of treats and trinkets.

from your favorite snacks to cute little charms and keychains, you felt a deep happiness filling you upon receiving such gifts. whoever it was, they seemed to know you fairly well, able to fit your aesthetic as you adored them all.

but there was one tiny problem-

you still hadn’t the slightest clue who was sending you these notes and gifts. the handwriting was unrecognizable, making you unable to match it with any of your classmates and peers-

not only that, but you were still completely clueless as to how your admirer got into your locker to begin with.

as you were left pondering, you look down at your bag to see the various keychains and charms you received decorated against its straps. due to the joy you felt upon receiving these trinkets from your admirer, you didn’t think to thank them or try to write them a note back to see if you could get a clue as to who they were.

“lets change that now.” you muse to yourself, heading straight to your locker first thing in the morning as you opened it, seeing the shelf void of any new notes and gifts as you placed your own note (asking for the identity of your admirer) and tiny gift (a homemade keychain that was a tiny jar filled with colorful, origami stars) on your shelf. satisfied with your work, you let out a huff of satisfaction before heading into class.

bracing yourself for another confrontation with jinwoo, you enter the classroom and nearly let out a relieved sigh. your desk was jinwoo-free- in fact, jinwoo finally took a hint and was settled on his own desk, simply looking out the window while resting his cheek against the palm of his hand.

admittedly, his silence made you feel the tiniest bit worried about him. usually, he would try to annoy you or make a sarcastic remark about how messy your handwriting was-

yet he does none of those things, seeming to be deep in thought as he stares out the window. you shrug off the weird feelings and got ready for the day, deciding to fill your thoughts and daydreams by thinking about your admirer and their gifts for you.

{ … }

excitement was felt coursing through your veins as you tried to keep your focus during volleyball practice.

yet sadly, your heart just wasn’t in it.

after class ended and you grabbed your duffel bag from your locker, you saw that your note and homemade keychain was gone as it was replaced with a cute penguin keychain and a new note that simply read:

secret ;)

sincerely,

yours

your breathing was a little uneven when you placed the cute penguin keychain on the straps of your duffel bag, needing to fight back a victorious grin.

your admirer had actually taken your little return gift as well-

so if they were any normal person, they would place it on their school bag, and their identity will be revealed to you.

it was now just a waiting game, and your heart couldn’t seem to stop racing with anticipation.

currently, you and your teammates were doing a mock practice in preparation for an upcoming competition happening in a few weeks. as you saw the volleyball making its descent over the net, you ran towards it, attempting to make it bounce from the palm of your hands-

only to miscalculate your movements as the tip of your sneakers gets caught on the sand, twisting almost painfully as you cried out in response.

your coach was heard blowing her whistle as you were surrounded by your team.

“oh my god, are you okay? where does it hurt?”

what felt like a hundred voices surrounds you, all of your friends and peers voicing their concern for you as practice was cut short. with a first aid kit in hand, your coach notices how your right ankle was slightly swollen and proceeded to wrap it in bandages. it was sprained, and despite how you had experienced such an injury before, something about this pain felt sharper and more potent than usual.

“you’re going to have to take a break from practice and let that heal.” your coach tells you with a stern expression. “had i known that you would be injured, then i would have saved this mock tournament for another time.”

you apologize to your coach, admitting to her that you were distracted while promising to do better once you healed. her eyebrows were furrowed when she gruffly calls your name before telling you, “while you heal, get your head out of the clouds and focus. we need you to be in top shape, and i expect you to be at 110% once you’re all healed.”

“yes coach.”

you give her a bow, hearing your coach speak with your peers, “okay, who’s able to take her home?”

“i’ll take her home.”

your eyes go wide upon hearing the familiar, deep voice calling out to you as the girls parted ways for jinwoo, allowing him to reach you. giggles were heard echoing throughout the field as you tried to fight back your feelings of utter mortification, seeing jinwoo dressed in his track uniform coming closer to you.

“thats not necessary, sung, i-i can walk back on my own.”

he ends up ignoring your protests with a scoff, taking a hold of your hand as he quite literally forces your weight onto his shoulder. the giggles seemed to intensify, and when you tried to move away from him, jinwoo’s grip on you became even tighter and stronger (far stronger than you expected.)

after a few minutes spent struggling against him, jinwoo’s tranquil voice breaks through to you. “stop it and relax, i’m trying to help you.”

the hard edge heard in his voice was what makes you stop struggling against him, face becoming even more heated as you were given little choice but to lean on him. he keeps walking with you until arriving at a bench that surrounds the courtyard of your campus. he tells you to sit down so he can take a look at your sprained ankle.

with your lips pursed, you give jinwoo a nod, allowing him to take off your sneaker and sock, revealing the bandaged ankle to him.

“she didn’t say it, but coach was upset that i made a careless injury while so close to our first competition.”

jinwoo simply hums before touching at your sprained ankle, applying a light pressure on it as you let out a sharp gasp of pain in response.

“it hurts that bad?”

“y-yeah.” you admit to jinwoo with tears welling in your eyes.

jinwoo lets out a hum before taking a hold of your foot, making the pain intensify as you nearly yelled at him to stop-

yet all words of protest die against your throat when you saw the same, shadowy wisps surrounding your sprained ankle, the pain steadily receding before completely disappearing within mere seconds.

your eyes go wide when jinwoo gently unwraps the bandages from your once injured ankle, looking down at it with glowing, purple eyes as he gently moves your ankle back and forth. “does it still hurt?”

you swallow thickly before shaking your head. “no, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

jinwoo chuckles, standing back to his full height as he walked toward the closest trash bin and tosses your used bandages. while he was away, you move your ankle back and forth with a bewildered expression on your face.

the pain was all gone-

it was as if you had never sprained it to begin with.

“how did you do that?” you whisper to jinwoo, seeing him return to you as he takes a seat next to you on the bench.

“secret.” his casual reply makes your heart jump within the confines of your throat, reminding you of the note you had received earlier-

the same note that left you distracted during practice.

you were ready to say something, but seeing jinwoo suddenly angle his body towards you made you look down at his own duffle bag, finally noticing the jar filled with origami stars fastened over the strap.

“it was you this whole time?”

jinwoo rolls his eyes upon hearing your question, meeting your gaze as he brushed back your hair with his hand. “obviously, i’ve been vying for your attention this whole time- but thanks for finally noticing.”

you playfully glare at him while gently shoving at his shoulder. “is that the same reason why you always seemed to annoy me?”

his rich chuckle ends up making your heart skip a few beats as you relish in the sound as he leans closer to you. taking a hold of your hand, jinwoo presses a kiss against the back of it, “it was the only way i knew to get you to look at me.”

your eyes go wide when jinwoo continues to inch ever so closely to you, “normally, i’m able to take a hint and can mind my own business when it comes to people who don’t notice me… but something about you- it’s just really hard for me to get ignore. for some odd reason, i wanted you to look at me and notice me, that’s why… i guess that’s why i was determined to grab your attention.”

“sorry, for working backwards. i feel as though if i had just sweetened you up first with your favorite snacks and cute little trinkets and keychains, then it would have been so much easier for me to get your heart… but… your scowling and pouting face was so cute that i couldn’t help but annoy you a bit.”

“you’re such a dweeb, jinwoo.” you tell him with an exasperated sigh, all while trying to hide your grin.

he chuckles before inching his face closer to yours, lips hovering over you when you felt him whisper against them, “oh yeah? well why don’t you put this dweeb out of his misery and finally kiss him?”

and when you finally pressed your lips against jinwoo’s was the moment you had completely put him out of his misery ♡

a.n. - another story written due to stress; it’s currently unedited but once it’s posted i’ll make any necessary changes. i don’t want to keep this in my drafts for too long in case tumblr decides to delete it 😭🙏🏻

update 6/18/24 omg thank god i had this story saved because i was unable to post it from my drafts! i don’t know if any other writers / users have this problem, but please keep a backup of your story if you have any saved within your tumblr drafts! ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ i thought i had to rewrite everything ajdhshdhshd

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[sports-on-sundays]

ER / MV1

Summary: Max x girlfriend!reader - Max won't leave your side. 101% fluff.

Warnings: hospital room, mention of injury

Requested?: No.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

Your eyes blink open dazedly, trying to make out the worried face looking down at you against the bright immaculate hospital ceiling. "Max?"

He strokes your cheek, repeating, "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

But you just smile. "Max. You came."

"Of course I did!" he says, sitting down next to your pristine white hospital bed, smoothing the sheets over you a bit.

You blink in surprise as you get a better look at him, still in his white fireproofs and race hat. His face glistens with sweat, and you murmur groggily, "Did you come straight from the race...?"

"Of course I did. And the f*cking team didn't even tell me about you until I got out of the car! I don't even know what happened to you, I rushed here so quick!"

You smile sleepily. "Messed up my leg pretty bad."

He nods. "It's propped up? Do you remember what happened?"

"Can you stop worrying so much?" you murmur, your eyebrows crinkling together.

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he says gentler.

"I'm in a hospital bed, Max. I'm as okay as I'm going to be. But you worrying so much is just stressing me out."

"Oh... I- Sorry. I'll be quiet about that for now. As long as you're not in pain?" he asks, giving your hand a squeeze.

You chuckle softly. "Feel kind of woozy, so I'm assuming they gave me medication for that. I don't even remember," you yawn.

A shadow of a small smile appears on Max's lips as he watches you. He gently sweeps some hair from your forehead as you continue, "And about your team not telling you about me until you finished the race, don't be mad at Christian about that. If anything, be mad at me."

Now Max looks completely and utterly confused. "Sorry?"

You smile softly. "I told them not to tell you. I knew you'd forfeit your race for me, and I didn't want that for you. I knew I'd be okay for a while. But now," you let out a little relieved sigh, "I'm so glad you're here with me."

Max stares in surprise, before saying, giving your hand a rub, "You didn't have do. I hope to-"

"-win the world championship again anyway. I know. But it's still important. You did win, right?"

He nods slowly. "Yeah... Yes, I did. Didn't even get on the podium, though."

"You didn't?" you ask, immediately feeling guilty. "Max, you-"

"-always get to stand on that top step. I'm not going to spray champagne while you're laying in a hospital bed, all by yourself, without me."

"Won't you get in trouble or something?"

He shrugs, "I don't care. You're more important, okay? You're just stressing yourself out. You don't have to feel guilty about having a freak accident- it happens sometimes, and you can't really help it."

You sniff a little, murmuring, "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Thanks for being the best girlfriend."

You relax your head back on the pillow, murmuring, "Well, tell me about the race."

As you listen to him talk, you begin to doze a bit, and soon are fast asleep. A bit later, though, you groggily blink your eyes up to see Max, leaning forward from the wooden hospital chair, resting his head next to you, his eyes shut and his face relaxed.

You're not sure if he's asleep or not, but he's certainly adorable. You smile and cuddle closer to him, shutting your eye again and wrapping your arm weakly around him. "I'm so lucky to have you," you murmur.

If he responds, you don't know, because you're fast asleep once again, just glad to have your boy there with you, next to you.

[allur1ngs]

imagine team bebe walking into bada being scolded by reader and how bada turns into a puppy whenever reader takes charge 😭

bada when reader is mad at her: 🥺🐶 she's so, "my wife is mad at me i hope i die" coded

"bada lee." you say firmly, arms crossed over your chest.

sitting in her office chair, bada freezes, her eyes growing wide and her mouth closing as she mentally curses herself. she knows that tone. that stern way you say her full name, indicating she's done something wrong.

mentally, she runs through everything she's done today, wondering what she did to offend you so much

"did i wake up without giving her a good morning and i love you kiss?" bada thinks. but no, she explicitly remembers that although she'd woken up earlier than you, she'd stayed in bed for hours until you woke up so she could place a kiss on your cheek and say, "i love you" before she went to her office to work.

she touches the side of her face, checking to see if she wore her glasses--her fingers meet the cold, sleek black frames--because if she didn't that would be another mistake. but she's wearing her glasses--

"fuck what day is it?" bada thinks, scrambling to check the calendar she has propped up on her desk to make sure today isn't your anniversary or another important date--

but it isn't.

and she'd taken a break about an hour ago, meaning you weren't mad at her for that...so what could it be?

"yes, baby?" bada says, trying to give you a smile but her lips slightly twitch with anxiety.

"do you know what time it is?" you ask, tapping your foot against the marble floor.

bada rolls up her suit jacket, checking her cartier watch for the time. "five in the afternoon?" she gulps.

"and tell me, how many times have you eaten?" you quirk up an eyebrow accusingly.

oh...

bada closes her eyes and takes in a sharp breath. so that's what it was. she hadn't eaten breakfast, much too wrapped up in her work to eat, and too excited to speak to you during her break to ask for breakfast.

"i haven't eaten..." bada says quietly, opening her eyes to glance at you and see your disapproving expression.

while you and bada speak, the bebe girls are turning around the corner, talking about their latest mission passionately.

"and when i shot him--" lusher's sentence gets cut off.

"that's what i thought." your stern tone grabs the girl's attention, making them huddle around the half-opened door to bada's office instantly--their nosey nature shining through.

"honey, i'm sorry--" bada tries to apologize, looking like a kicked puppy.

behind the door, the girls snicker with each other, large smiles on their lips.

"did you hear that?" tatter whispers, nudging lusher.

lusher nods, trying to hold back her laughter. "honey, i'm sorry~" she mimics your wife's ashamed tone. "bada is so whipped--"

"and unnie is very scary when she's mad." minah points out, staring at your confident and strong posture.

back in the office, you hold your hand up to stop bada from speaking any further. "don't apologize to me."

"sorry--" bada says instinctively before stopping herself.

"no more work." you state. "you're done for today, and i want you to eat. now."

bada looks down at the pile of paperwork on her desk, then back at your expectant expression. "okay." she stands up without another second of hesitation, and instantly makes her way to your side like a magnet. she wraps her arms around your waist and buries her head into the crook of your neck, hoping to soothe your anger. "i really am sorry." she mumbles into your skin. "i didn't notice how late it was."

you sigh, your firm composure breaking at your wife's sincere apology. "it's okay, you just worry me sometimes."

"sorry baby." bada places sweet kisses to the column of your neck. "since i'm not going to be working for the rest of the day...can we cuddle?" she asks, tone hopeful.

"we can cuddle all you want after you eat." you promise.

from outside the office, the girls give each other faux disgusted looks.

"when did bada become such a softie?" cheche murmurs.

"the minute she met unnie it was game over." lusher snickers. "we should be glad, unnie is the only one that can speak to bada like that without receiving a death glare and being threatened."

"the miracles of love." soweon sighs wistfully.

"more like the miracles of unnie." tatter jokes.

[zerokaram]

college basketball!abby x reader (pt.2)

ways to help palestine🇵🇸

synopsis: abby, your best friend since your childhood, has been giving you too many mixed signs. she’s being a little too affectionate, and dare you think—possessive as shit?

a/n: i got a lot of comments on the first part to make some more, soo i’m giving the people what they want rn, (while also indulging in my own fantasies about abby) so let me know if you guys want more parts :))

you were at the afterparty for her game, since her team had won by a landslide; 82 to 138, abby scoring more than 75% of all the points. It was safe to say that wearing her jersey clearly worked, because she broke her record by so much since the last game. But points or wins wasn’t what was on her mind, it was you. but for gods sake, you’ve been talking to one of her teammates for at least half of the party now. she couldn’t take this bullshit anymore, she wanted you to spend the night with her.

she got up from her bar seat and walked over to you, the steps of her feet thundering through the ground—others making way for her since she was well known around the school. you had suddenly become aware of her presence—as you always were when she was around. You muttered a, ‘m’ sorry, excuse me,’ to the girl you were talking to, before standing up and giving abby a warm hug.

you smiled and held her hands, “abby ‘re you kidding me? you did amazing earlier!” you said, giving her another hug. “such a good game, abs. you have no clue.” you yelled loudly through the music blasting inside the drunkard filled bar.

her jealousness suddenly vanished at the sight of your smile.

god..who was she to stay mad at you?

she gave a small grin and picked you up effortlessly, big, toned arms wrapping around your body. she chuckled, “maybe i’ll break my record next season if you wear my jersey again,” she says, keeping her arms around you, stationed at both sides of your thighs.

you were painfully aware of each groove and vein of the muscles on her arms, her chest pushing up against yours and your legs wrapped around her waist, unable to get down unless she were to let you. the way she would for a little bit, flutter her eyes as they dart down to your lips, sometimes even to your tits for a split second, before going back up again. you felt the way her body heat lingered onto yours, and for a while, her scent of pine would fill your senses, keeping you hooked onto her no matter how hard you tried to snap yourself out of it time and time again.

you two stared at each other blankly as she still continued to carry you in her arms, not even struggling one bit—seemingly lost in your eyes, you doing the same.

she did that thing again. where she would look at your lips, your eyes, your lips, then back up again, trying to make up her mind on which beautiful feature of yours she should look at.

snapping out of the dangers of the fantasies that forced themselves into her mind as she continued to hold you, she makes haste to gently but quickly prop you back onto the ground, clearing her throat awkwardly as if she didn’t just fall in love with you all over again.

those 15 seconds felt like 15 hours, in fact—she could practically feel her heart about to beat out of her chest.

on the other hand, the place you two were in right now was no place for a conversation, you couldn’t barely hear each other from the music, for christ’s sake.

taking her chance, she sneaks a hand around your waist, making contact with you again, pulling you in close. she leans down because of the height difference, making sure you can hear her. “let’s go somewhere more quiet.” she says, she doesn’t ask.

you shiver at her touch. you’ve only now become aware of it.

was she always this affectionate..?

you would expect from abby, and i’m talking stereotypical jock, player, ms. steal your girl abby, that she wouldn’t be shying away from a party right? wrong. if anything, abby was secretly the type to enjoy deep, personal, vulnerable conversations instead of those stuff. but only you knew that. only you really knew her like that. only you could make her laugh, or cry, or be sappy the way you made her do.

she quickly took you by your wrist and pulled you around the bar, laughing with you as you two tried to figure a way out of the crowded heap, finally finding the door to the outside.

It was dark, and it was probably about 2 am in the morning, but she couldn’t care less right now.

you two made your way to her car, locking the doors and taking a few breaths from all the running.

“fuckin’ finally…get to spend some time with you.” she says, seeming a little too relieved. but it was true, the only reason she even went to the party was because you were gonna be there.

you roll your eyes and say, “do you miss me that much?” you ask.

“bet you’d be willing to spend your whole life with me if you could.” you say, recklessly, as it slips out of your mouth like water.

“yeah? what if i do?”

abby really was shit at hiding it since then. she was shit at hiding the way she would snicker, huff, or even roll her eyes when she saw a guy or a girl hitting on you. who the fuck were they to be trying you? didn’t they know about the rumors? obviously not if they still tried in the first place. but holy shit, did she wish they would back off. you were hers. you two have been best friends for years.

as she sees you picking up some books in the library—probably some volunteer work, she becomes aware of the slow rising anger fueling through her body as she watches this one girl you’ve been talking to for weeks touch and grope at your shoulder.

who the fuck was she to be touching you?

walking over to you angrily, she tries to genuinely compose herself and to not take that girl by her hair and push her the fuck away from you.

It’s not like she was jealous or anything, but she just didn’t like the people that were interested in you. They all wanted the same thing. Just sex, sex, sex. she didn’t want that for you. she wanted the best for you. and clearly, the way that girl has been touching all over you, she was just like all the others.

coming behind you, she wraps her arms around your waist slowly, mumbling a gruffly said, arrogant, and quite literally—pissed sentiment. “hey babe, who’s…this..?“ she manages to slip in, without you noticing, but clearly the other girl in front of you notices. her face drops as she realizes that the abby anderson was your best friend. and..based on the rumors, probably your girlfriend.

the girl across from you takes a step back, clearing her throat. she mumbles under her breath, “you know…i—I actually have somewhere to be.” she smiles trying to hide her evident panic. “it was—uhm, good talking to you, y/n.”

you turn around to be towered over by abbys stature. you look up at her and sigh, “abs. there was no reason for that.” you say.

while most would argue of her behavior being completely normal, you knew her like the back of your hand. she was clearly bothered.

she snarks, “she was practically undressing you with her fuckin’ eyes baby,” she says. “you have be careful with people like that.”

as much as you hated to admit it, she knew best. she was usually always right about the people you’ve tried to get with.

“js’ stay away from her, okay?” she mumbles.

you sigh.

this is gonna be a looong year.

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[kezdispenser]

Breaking Character pt8/?

Summary: You are the new cast member of 'The Boys' and you play Butcher's cousin and Soldier Boy's new love interest 'Solene'. You're introduced to the cast by the director at a dinner and you're seated next to Karl and Jensen to "bond".

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: language, fluff, smut maybe

The set was buzzing with chaos, as usual. Today’s scene was a big one—an all-hands-on-deck moment featuring Soldier Boy, Solene, Butcher, Hughie, Annie, MM, Frenchie, and Kimiko. Everyone was suited up, ready to kick ass, and the energy was electric.

Jensen leaned back in his chair, adjusting his shield as he shot you a playful smirk. “You ready to save my ass again, sweetheart?”

You snorted, giving him a look as you tightened the straps on your tactical suit. “You mean ready to drag your sorry ass through another mission? Sure, Grandpa.”

“Grandpa?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You wound me, Solene.”

Karl strolled by, snickering as he adjusted his coat. “She’s got a point, mate. That suit screams midlife crisis.”

The crew burst into laughter as Jensen flipped Karl the bird. “Keep it up, Butcher. You’ll be eating that coat in the next take.”

The cameras rolled, capturing the ragtag team mid-argument. Butcher (Karl) was growling orders at everyone, and Soldier Boy wasn’t having it.

“Alright, listen up, fuckers,” Karl barked, pointing his gun for dramatic effect. “We’ve got one shot at this, and I’m not babysitting anyone. So, keep your shit together.”

Jensen scoffed, leaning on his shield. “Oh, because you’re the poster boy for teamwork, Butcher? Please. I’ve seen more leadership skills in a fucking pigeon.”

The tension crackled as you stepped between them, your character’s frustration boiling over. “Both of you, shut the fuck up! We’ve got bigger problems than your dick-measuring contest.”

“Cut!” the director yelled, grinning. “Great energy. Let’s reset!”

As the crew reset the scene, you perched on a prop crate, sipping water. Jensen wandered over, still half in character.

“Not bad out there,” he teased, nudging your knee with his shield. “You almost looked like you could take me.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Please. I could take you any day, Jensen.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled, leaning closer. “That almost sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it is,” you shot back, unable to stop your grin.

Karl passed by, muttering, “Get a room, you two.”

“Jealous, mate?” Jensen fired back without missing a beat.

“Not in the fucking slightest,” Karl replied, shaking his head.

The scene moved into an intense standoff between Soldier Boy and Solene, who had been left alone to strategize.

Jensen’s character towered over you, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You think this little daycare group of yours is ready to take on what’s out there?”

You stepped into his space, your voice steady and cold. “I think they’ve got more guts in their pinky fingers than you’ve got in that whole overinflated ego of yours.”

His jaw tightened as he stepped closer, the tension palpable. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re about this close to pissing me off.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh no, what will I do if the big bad Soldier Boy gets mad?”

“Cut! Beautiful! That’s the one!” the director called.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Jensen couldn’t help but grin. “You know, you’re scary when you’re like that.”

“Good,” you quipped, walking off to reset.

LATER THAT NIGHT

After a long day of filming, you found yourself curled up on the couch in Jensen’s trailer, a bowl of popcorn in your lap as he scrolled through streaming options.

“Alright,” he said, finally settling on an action flick. “This one’s got it all—explosions, bad guys, and just enough romance to keep you interested.”

You laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. “You mean it’s two hours of shit blowing up and one awkward love scene?”

“Exactly,” he grinned, catching the popcorn midair.

As the movie played, you found yourself ranting about the male lead. “Why does every action hero ask the girl to be his girlfriend like it’s a goddamn business transaction? ‘Do you wanna be my girlfriend?’ Like, dude, put some effort into it!”

Jensen chuckled, sliding an arm around your shoulders. “Noted. So, you’re saying effort is key?”

“Obviously,” you said, turning to him. “If a guy wants to ask someone out, it should feel... I don’t know. Special. Memorable.”

“Special, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. “Good to know.”

A FEW DAYS LATER

Jensen had been acting strange all day—smiling to himself, texting more than usual, and dodging your questions about what he was up to. It wasn’t until you returned to your trailer after shooting that you realized why.

Inside, you found his kids—JJ, Arrow, and Zeppelin—waiting with nervous but excited smiles. JJ held a sign that said, “Can my dad be your boyfriend?” in glittery letters. Arrow and Zeppelin stood beside her, holding flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates.

Jensen appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with that signature grin. “So... what do you say?”

Your heart melted as you looked at the kids, then back at him. “How could I possibly say no to this?”

JJ squealed, “She said yes!”

Jensen stepped forward, pulling you into a warm embrace. “Told you I could make it special,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

“You win,” you murmured, grinning up at him.

“Damn right I do,” he said, kissing you softly as the kids cheered.

A WEEK LATER

It was a quiet Saturday morning when Jensen leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. You were on the couch with Zeppelin and Arrow, helping them color while JJ sat cross-legged on the rug, proudly building a Lego masterpiece.

“Hey, babe,” Jensen called, his tone casual but with a hint of excitement.

“Hmm?” you replied, not looking up as Arrow handed you a purple crayon.

“Jared and Gen invited us over next weekend,” he said, walking into the living room and leaning against the doorway. “Wanna go?”

You glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “You sure they invited me, too? Or is this just an Ackles-Padalecki thing?”

Jensen smirked, setting his coffee down and crossing the room to crouch beside you. “Oh, they made it very clear you’re invited. Something about wanting to see if you’re as amazing as I keep saying.”

You snorted, leaning against him. “They don’t already know that?”

“Oh, they know. I think Jared just wants to grill you and see if he can make me squirm in the process.”

“That sounds fun,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

Jensen rolled his eyes, ruffling Arrow’s hair. “We’ll see how fun you think it is when he starts pulling out embarrassing stories.”

By the time you pulled into the Padaleckis’ driveway, the kids were buzzing with excitement. Jared and Gen’s house was like a paradise for kids, with its sprawling yard, treehouse, and even horses in the distance.

“Uncle Jared!” JJ yelled as she spotted him standing on the porch.

Jared greeted her with open arms, scooping her up as the other two kids bolted past him, heading straight for the backyard. “There they go,” Jared said with a grin, setting JJ down. “Welcome to chaos central.”

“Right at home, then,” Jensen quipped, shaking Jared’s hand.

“Come on in!” Gen appeared beside him, her smile warm as she ushered you inside.

The house was just as lively as you’d imagined, with toys scattered in the living room and the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. Jared handed Jensen a beer, then clapped him on the shoulder. “So, how’s it feel, Ackles? Trading in your rockstar lifestyle for diaper duty?”

Jensen smirked. “Not much of a trade. Still getting woken up at 3 a.m., just by smaller, less demanding people.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” you interjected. “He’s a total softie when they crawl into bed with us.”

“Exposed,” Jared said dramatically, making Gen and you laugh.

The kids ran back in, their faces flushed from the cold air, and Jared immediately launched into a game of tag with them. Jensen leaned back against the counter, sipping his beer as he watched. “This is what I love about him,” he said, mostly to himself, though you caught it.

You smiled, nudging his arm. “He’s a good guy.”

Jensen looked down at you, his expression soft. “Yeah, he is. And he’s right about one thing—he’s gonna embarrass the hell out of me today.”

Later, while Jared and Jensen were helping the kids with some wild obstacle course idea in the backyard, Gen poured you a second glass of wine and motioned for you to join her on the couch.

“So,” she began, tucking her legs under her. “How’s everything going? With Jensen, the kids, life?”

You hesitated, swirling the wine in your glass. “Honestly? Really good. Better than I expected, considering… you know, everything with Danneel.”

Gen’s face softened. “That can’t have been easy.”

You shook your head, letting out a dry laugh. “It wasn’t. She made it pretty clear she doesn’t think I’m good enough for Jensen—or the kids. But I don’t know… I love them, you know? And I’d never try to replace her. That’s not what this is about.”

“I get it,” Gen said gently. “It’s not about replacing anyone. It’s about building something new, something that works for all of you.”

You smiled, grateful for her understanding. “Yeah. I just hope the kids know that.”

“Trust me,” Gen said, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “They do. Kids aren’t stupid—they know when someone loves them. And Jensen? That man would move mountains for you. Don’t let anyone, especially Danneel, make you doubt that.”

By the time dinner rolled around, the kids were exhausted but happy, and the adults weren’t far behind. Jared, true to form, spent most of the meal teasing Jensen about everything from his singing career to his cooking skills.

“You should see him trying to cook pancakes,” Jared said, grinning. “It’s like a one-man comedy show.”

“Oh, come on,” Jensen protested. “That was one time, and the stove was broken!”

“Sure it was,” Jared shot back, making everyone laugh.

JJ, sitting next to you, leaned over and whispered, “Daddy’s pancakes are actually really good.”

“I believe you,” you whispered back, winking.

The car ride home was quiet, the kids fast asleep in the backseat. Jensen reached over, intertwining his fingers with yours as he drove.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?”

“For being amazing. For putting up with Jared. For loving them.”

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. “It’s easy when you’re all so worth it.”

And as you pulled into the driveway, the warmth of the day lingered, wrapping around you like a promise of everything good yet to come.

After arriving home from Jared and Gen’s, the house felt quieter, the calm after the storm of kids running around and the whirlwind of catching up with friends. The car ride had been comfortable, the soft hum of the road, and the occasional sleepy murmur from the backseat as the kids slowly drifted off to sleep.

Jensen parked the car in the driveway and cut the engine, but neither of you moved immediately. The silence hung in the air, filled with unspoken thoughts, as if the peaceful evening together had opened up a new conversation you needed to have—one that you knew was coming, but weren’t quite sure you were ready for.

“You know,” Jensen said softly, his fingers tracing the edge of your hand, a comforting presence. “This… this feels right. Being with you, the kids, everything. I’ve never felt this sure about anything in my life.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, but you had to force yourself to keep it together. You weren’t exactly sure why, but something about his words made you feel vulnerable, like you were teetering on the edge of something bigger than you could handle.

“That’s how I feel too, Jensen,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... there’s a lot to consider, you know? I love the kids, and I know they’re starting to trust me, but we’re still figuring things out. And I’ve been burned before.”

He frowned slightly, turning to face you fully. “I get that. But you’re not the same person you were before, Y/N. You’re here with me now, and I know how much you care about the kids. I just—" He paused, taking a deep breath, his eyes full of sincerity. “I want to make this official. Us. I want to stop hiding.”

You felt a tightness in your chest. As much as you cared for him, and as much as you wanted to believe in this, the thought of putting everything out there—the scrutiny, the judgment—made you hesitate.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” you said, your voice tinged with doubt. You glanced down at your hands, trying to gather your thoughts. “I mean, what if it all falls apart? I can’t risk being that person again. I know the kids are great, but I’ve never been in a relationship like this—like this. With someone so in the public eye. You know what they’ll say, what they'll think. The tabloids… they’re ruthless. What if we mess up? What if I’m not enough for them or for you?”

Jensen’s expression softened, and his thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hand. “Y/N, look at me.” He waited until you met his gaze, his green eyes steady and full of warmth. “You are enough. For me, for them—hell, you’re more than enough. You’ve already proven that to me by just being you. And as for the tabloids? Fuck 'em. You and me? We’re not a headline. We’re real. So if it’s too soon, that’s fine. But I need you to know this isn’t just some fling, or something that’s gonna blow up in a week. This is us. And I’m in it for the long haul.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of his words sink in. The walls you’d built to protect yourself from the past were crumbling slowly, and with every word, every touch, Jensen was giving you something you never thought you’d allow yourself to have again.

“I’m scared, Jensen,” you admitted softly, your voice shaky now. “I’m terrified of screwing this up. Of failing. I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t know if I can handle more disappointment.”

Jensen’s lips curled into a gentle smile, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “I know. But I’m not asking you to be perfect. I’m not asking you to fix everything. I’m just asking you to trust me. To trust us.”

Your heart fluttered, the fluttering turning into a solid warmth in your chest as you realized just how much you wanted this. Wanted him.

“I do trust you,” you whispered, opening your eyes and looking into his. “But I need time to process all of this. I just don’t want to rush into anything that might hurt you or the kids.”

Jensen nodded slowly, his expression understanding, though there was a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But he didn’t push, didn’t pressure you. Instead, he kissed your forehead softly, then smiled again.

“You take all the time you need,” he said quietly, rubbing your back gently. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are they. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a little lighter. “Okay,” you said, the weight lifting ever so slightly from your shoulders. “We’ll take it slow.”

Jensen’s hand moved to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing against your skin. “I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw, full of honesty. “And I’m not saying that just because I want to rush things. I’m saying it because I know it. I’ve known it for a while now. I love you. And I want to be with you. And if you need time, I’ll give it to you. But I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You stared at him, your mind racing, your heart pounding, but somehow it felt like everything was falling into place. You didn’t know what the future held, but at that moment, all you could feel was the undeniable certainty that you wanted to be with him.

“I love you too, Jensen,” you whispered, your voice shaking, but full of emotion. “I’m just scared. But I’m not going anywhere either.”

He smiled, the kind of smile that made everything in the world feel right. “Then we’ll take it slow, and we’ll figure this out together. No pressure. Just us.”

You nodded, your heart full.

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed that maybe—just maybe—everything would be okay.

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A/N: Posting like a crazy person because i might be busy since its december.

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OO I've got a little prompt to hear your thoughts about. If the 141 squad (plus nik, laswell and the others ofc) were involved with a musical, what would their roles be?

HEXXXXX!!!!!! Thank you omg I'm so excited about this. Thought about it A LOT and here's what I came up with hehe

Price - The Reluctant Director

Price absolutely did not sign up for this. Somehow, though, he’s been roped into directing the entire production. He’s the one pacing backstage with a clipboard and a very large mug of tea, yelling “Places, people!” when everyone’s goofing off. He’s stressed, perpetually tired, and definitely muttering about how this whole thing is in “shambles” but secretly gets way too proud when things go smoothly. He also ends up filling in as the voice of God (narrator) because no one else can deliver monologues with the same gravitas. Am I projecting a little bit? Yes, but we pretend like I'm not shhhh

Soap - Lead Actor / Chaos Incarnate

Soap throws himself wholeheartedly into the lead role, no matter what it is. He learns every line, sings every note like his life depends on it, and insists on doing his own choreography—even when he can’t dance to save his life. He’s everyone’s hype man backstage, and trying to teach Ghost tap-dancing routines during intermissions. Soap’s the one who trips over a prop during a live performance but somehow makes it work like it was planned. Soap is a little annoying about getting the lead but he's genuinely good and helpful to the rest of the cast that you can't really be mad at him. Or his ego.

Ghost - Tech Crew / “Absolutely Not Getting On Stage”

Ghost wants nothing to do with the spotlight. He’s the one in black, lurking in the rafters and managing the lights, sounds and special effects. Everyone else is amazed at how Ghost can get pyrotechnics to go off perfectly on cue. There’s one moment where a prop gets stuck on a side-stage light, and Ghost has to step in—wearing a hastily thrown-on costume—and the audience goes wild. Soap spends the next six months teasing him about his “hidden stage presence.”

Gaz - The Multi-Talented Backup

Gaz is the definition of a team player in this production. He sings, dances, acts—whatever you need him to do, he’ll do it and do it really well. He’s got a surprising talent for harmonising during big ensemble numbers and always nails his cues. If something goes wrong during a live performance, Gaz is the guy who smoothly improvises and saves the day without breaking a sweat. He’s also the best dancer out of the lot but keeps it under wraps until the big numbers.

Nikolai - Musical Conductor / Scene-Stealer

Nik is in charge of the orchestra pit, grinning the entire time as he directs with a little too much flair. He loves the drama of it all. Nik also insists on having a small but hilarious cameo role, like a mysterious merchant or a random townsman with one line that somehow brings the house down. He gets more applause than anyone else during curtain call, and no one can figure out how he did it. I miss my orchestra to no end and Nik as my conductor would be incredible. I imagine him as a double-bass, trombone and french horn player because I think he'd take one look at his orchestra as a kid and see those players missing and take it upon himself to drop his violin lessons in favour of those. He'd be such a good conductor too, smile beaming when the clarinets get their cue right or the orchestra plays a chord particularly well. He'd cry at the end of the performance too there's no doubt about it.

Laswell - Stage Manager

Laswell is the glue holding the entire production together. She’s got the schedule, the call sheets, and every emergency fix anyone could possibly need. Someone forgets their costume? Laswell has a backup. Lights malfunction? She’s got a plan. She’s calm, unflappable, and has perfected The Look that keeps everyone in line. If anyone so much as thinks about missing a cue, Laswell’s already on the headset calling it out. She's also the only one Price trusts with a second opinion when he's unsure about something.

Farah - Choreographer / Supporting Lead

Farah’s choreography is both precise and stunning—she takes no nonsense during rehearsals. She’s the one drilling the ensemble into shape and yelling “One more time!” while everyone groans. But when she steps into a supporting lead role, her performances are incredible. Her presence on stage is magnetic, and her duet with Soap brings the audience to tears.

Alex - Vocal Coach

Alex is the team’s unexpectedly brilliant vocal coach, somehow roped into the role after casually revealing he has actual singing training from his past after Price and Laswell were stressed because none of the other people they interviewed were any good. He’s calm, patient, and has an almost unnerving ability to get anyone comfortable to sing solo lines. He’s the kind of coach who works miracles without raising his voice. Soap cracks a high note for the fifth time? Alex is right there, guiding him through breathing exercises until it’s perfect. Gaz struggles with timing? Alex hums out the rhythm like it’s second nature, and suddenly everything clicks.

Of course, being Alex, he’s more than willing to demonstrate when someone doesn’t get it. He’ll casually hit a note so smooth and perfect that the entire room stops. Soap stares, slack-jawed, and mutters, “You’ve been holding out on us.” Nik swears Alex missed his calling as a professional singer. He gets a special mention in Price’s thank-you speech during curtain call—just a simple “We’d all still be tone-deaf without him,” but it’s enough to make Alex grin and duck his head, embarrassed but proud.

Alejandro - The Charismatic Villain

Alejandro owns the villain role. He’s charming, dramatic, and delivers every line with just the right amount of menace. Half the audience is rooting for him by the end of the show. His costume is impeccable (he definitely helped design it), and his big solo number ends with him flipping a cape and walking off-stage to deafening applause. He’s secretly loving every second of it.

Rudy - Ensemble / Understudy Extraordinaire

Rudy’s the guy quietly holding everything together in the background. He’s part of the ensemble, blending in seamlessly, but he also knows everyone’s lines in case he has to jump in at the last second. When Alejandro loses his voice during a matinee, Rudy steps in, delivers the villain’s performance flawlessly, and becomes a legend overnight. Everyone underestimates him until that moment, and Soap won’t stop bringing it up.

Graves - The Sponsor Who Won’t Shut Up

Graves is technically funding the production, which means he thinks he gets a say in everything. He’s in the front row at every performance, talking too loudly about how “none of this would’ve happened without me.” He insists on getting a “Special Thanks” mention in the programme, and Price barely tolerates him. Graves also definitely tried to cast himself as the lead at one point and had to be gently removed from rehearsals. It's all in good fun in the end as Graves congratulates them and admits he never could do what they did.

Roach - The Unsung Hero

Roach is everywhere at once—helping with props, rigging lights, fixing costumes, and occasionally stepping in as part of the ensemble when someone’s sick. He doesn’t say much, but everyone knows the production would fall apart without him. Price gives him a rare nod of approval during curtain call, and Roach just shrugs like it’s no big deal. I also imagine Roach is the one that helps Ghost rig all the lights just crawling everywhere getting it done. Helps mic everyone up when Ghost is really stressed because one of the lights is malfunctioning, or the monitors have a weird buzz no one can figure out how to fix. Roach is literally a jack of all trades and a master of all you can't change my mind. He's done it all in theatre from lead role to just a stage hand to directing but this is his favourite thing to do, just help in any way he can, an extra pair of hands there to stop his friends from losing their minds too early.

As you can see I've thought about this a lot pffft. I just love this idea I now feel like I have to make a theatre AU omg like I've done all of the things listed here it'd be so good hmmm much to think about hehe. Thank you Hexx omg this brought me immense joy <333

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*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

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my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”