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Trucker!simon x reader (afab)
CW: smut, unprotected PiV penetration, dubcon (slight alcohol consumption, not a lot)
Part 3
Trucker!simon, as puntual as ever, raps his heavy fist against your door at 7pm sharp. You have to take a final look at yourself in the mirror to ensure you still look well groomed.
When you open the door Simonâs huge form takes up nearly the entire doorframe. Heâs wearing heavy dark blue jeans, a flannel button up, and a thick leather jacket. He has a bouquet of red and pink roses. You get to enjoy his uncovered smile as you fawn over them.
He lifts them for you to smell, but the only thing you catch of whiff of is his musky cologne, rich and deep. Once you get the roses settled into a vase, Simon walks you to his pickup with a warm hand resting firm on your hip.
When you ask him where heâs taking you, he just glances your way with a smirk,
âYouâll see, lovey.â
You giggle and ask him how much longer itâll be.
âWotâs the matter? Just canât wait much longer for it to be over and be in my bed?â
You gape at him, your face flushing red, and he chuckles. He must notice you squeezing your thighs together, because a moment later he plants his massive hand on your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze.
By the time you two make it to the restaurant, youâre certain there must be a puddle on his brown leather seats with how much he was squeezing your thigh, teasing his fingers just under the skirt of your dress. Your legs feel like jello as he helps you out of the truck.
The place heâs taken you is a lot prettier than you imagined, cute and atmospheric. Youâre a bit shocked that a gruff man like him would know any places like this.
Has a reservation for the two of you, at a table he specifically chose. A private table in the corner, nestled between two large plant covered windows. You gasp at the view, looking out over the well lit street.
When you ask him how he found such a lovely place, he tells you he knows the ownerâs husband.
âSâmy ol capâs wife, used to be in the force with emâ. Same team. Lovely couple, theyâll like you.â
You listen to him speak, asking him questions about his time in the military. When itâs time to order, you take a final glance at the menu, your brows furrowing. Itâs a real nice place, and the prices reflect that.
âYou can get whatever you want, lovey.â He says, but you just frown. So he looks up at the waiter and tells him to give you both another minute.
You explain that youâre sorry, everythingâs just so expensive, you donât want to cost him too much. He looks offended and grunts, leaning over to you.
âMoney ainât an issue fâme.â
âIâll get you anything you want, anything at all, bird.â He says so gently, youâre unsure heâs even talking about food.
By the end of dinner, your belly is full and your cheeks are warm, from him or the glass of wine, you arenât sure. The two of you talked for hours, and your stomach still hurts from how hard he made you laugh with his ridiculous dad jokes.
You feel giddy as he walks you out to his truck, arm around your shoulder. You nestle yourself into his side, taken in his heat and his smell. The mood shifts once the two of you get into the truck. Suddenly the air is too hot, and you would really love to lose a few layers.
Just like before, he plants his warm palm on the fat of your thigh, massaging his fingers into it. But this time, as his fingers breach the skirt of your dress, they keep inching up until his thumb is pressed up against your clothed sex. You suck in a breath as he applies some pressure to your throbbing clit.
âSo wet already, ainât ya bird?â He whispers, his voice thick.
The only response you can give him is a whine as he shifts his hand till heâs grinding his palm against you. You meet his pace, moving your hips against his hand, grasping his arm as you whimper.
His other hand grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. He struggles to even keep his eyes on the road, and when he finally glances at you, just to see you looking up at him all needy and flushed, he has to resist pulling over and taking you right here in his truck. Instead he just presses harder on the gas and on your wet pussy.
By the time youâve made it to his home, youâve already cum twice. Your gasping and twitching as he jumps from out as soon as he puts the truck into park, speed walking to your side and ripping the door open to smash his lips against yours.
Carries you up the front door, your legs wrapped around his waist. He parts from you only once to unlock his door and take you both inside. He pushes you against the wall, tearing of his jacket as you pull off your own. His hands grab the hem of your dress, you help him pull it over your head. You blush as he pauses for a moment to take in your matching set, red lace bralette and panties.
âThis all fâme? So perfect.â He groans. Hand coming up to cup your tit and press a wet kiss to your lace covered chest.
By the time he has you laid out in his bed youâre naked and hot. You claw at his shirt, whining at him to take it off.
He complies without second thought, ripping it off and revealing a muscled, scarred chest. You canât help how you practically mewl at the sight of him.
He bends down as heâs removing his jeans to press kisses down the expanse of your throat. His mouth finds a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He licks your chest sloppily, groaning as he sucks hickies on your tits. He stands straight as he pulls off his boxers, revealing a thick cock, the tip an angry red as it leaks precum.
âLook aâ what you do to me love. Never been so hard.â His voice is low and nearly whiny near the end of his sentence.
Spends a real long time stretching you out on his thick fingers. Sucks on your tits and neck the whole time. Heâs almost as loud as you, watching you as you squirm beneath him with groans falling from his lips. You cum at least 2 times, but you arenât sure, your bones feel like jelly and your vision is so blurred from tears you can barely see Simonâs face. If you could see it, you would see how pussy drunk he looks, absolutely love struck.
When he finally lines himself with your entrance, he gently squeezes your hips and presses a few sweet kisses to your mouth.
âYou ready bird? Think ya can take some more?â He asks softly.
Yes, yes, please. You tell him. Finally.
Doesnât waste another moment and finally pushes himself into your slick cunt with a low groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, gently thrusting himself into you at first.
âFeel sâgood.. so so good.â He mumbles against your skin, halting his movements for a moment.
He lifts himself to his elbows, analyzing your face to ensure youâre comfortable. With your approval he starts moving, fucking you with long and languid thrusts. Pulling his cock all the way out before pushing back in.
After a while of him moving like this, you feel like youâre about to fall apart again. You claw at his back, legs wrapped around his waist as he hits a gooey spot within you that has you clenching on his cock.
âGive it tâme sweetheart, please, I need it.â He says, sounding utterly wrecked.
And once you come on his cock, he loses it. He starts humping himself into you at an ungodly pace, one that has you crying and mewling his name. Every nerve in your body feels like itâs on fire, you canât even form the words to ask him to slow down, but given the look on his face you arenât sure if heâd even hear you.
He looks so out of it, practically drunk. His eyes are half lidded and lips parted as he grunts and gasps. His hands hold your hips in a vice grip that you know will leave marks, not like it matters though, heâs already marked all over your chest and throat.
âBeen- been waiting to take ya out fer- fu-uck-â he pauses, his hips snapping against yours, âsince I saw ya bird- knew you were mine. All mine.â He growls out.
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull as you clench down on his length, he lets out a breathy moan as he slows his movements.
âW-where you want it birdie? Where yâwant me to cum?â He gasps out.
Blows his load as soon as you squeak out a quiet âinside.â
Heâs growling, gasping and panting, as he pumps his load into you. Keeps thrusting even after heâs cum, pressing his nose into your hair and whining.
Once the two of you have come down, and you finally stop seeing stars, he quickly hops up to get a wet rag and cold glass of water. Cleans the both of you up and urges you to take a few sips, finishes whatâs left of the glass once you do.
You practically pass out as soon as heâs got you wrapped up in his warm, burly arms. He stays awake though, petting your hair and gazing at your pretty face. Heâs finally got you, and heâs never letting you go.
Note: it was HELL trying to get this done for you guys today :((( my wifi decided to die once I was halfway through with the first part of this fic, which then deleted everything and I had to rewrite EVERYTHINF. That and my poor doggy has been losing his mind over the fireworks going off every ten mins (curse you Fourth of July). Itâs fine tho, cuz I think it turned out so cute. Ofc I had to add in the fluffy ending, also please forgive the repetitive word use and unnecessary commas!! Iâm planning on coming back and editing this one hardcore, if I end up adding any major things to it Iâll just post the updated version (as well as this one) but this will do for now!! Just wanted to give u guys something to chew on cuz I left you all high and dry with the first part lol
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all the bau meeting spencerâs badass gf who drives a motorcycle, has tattoos, dresses like a mob wife!!!! pls pls pls i need to read their reactions to bby boy pulling us
i can definitely do that for you !!
âYou have to be nice.â JJ stared imploringly at Derek who looked back at her in shock across their booth in the bar, falling dramatically back into his seat.
âNicâIâll be more than nice.â He assured with the beginnings of a mischievous grin, only for Emily to slap him across the back of the head. âHey!â
âI bet sheâll be so cute! Like a mini female Spencer all bundled up in fluffy cardigans andâaww I bet sheâll have big adorable glasses.â Penelope gushed excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.
The sound of a motorcycle roaring distracted them and they all looked out of the window in that general curiosity that people get upon hearing a motorcycle, who was the potential hottie driving it.
Penelope gasped loudly, her drink splashing as it clanked against the wooden surface. Emily and JJâs mouths dropped open, eyes popping out of their skulls dramatically. Derek genuinely felt lightheaded as he watched the scene before himâgrasping desperately at the edge of the booth. Rossiâs eyebrows arched and he shook his head, chuckling slightly to himself. Hotch merely stared, though a smirk was twitching at his lips.
âAbsolutely notââ
âWhat? HOWââ
âItâs a clone. An alien!â
The teamâs startled chatter broke off as Penelope shushed them all loudly: everyone watched as their Spencer, boy genius, Reid got off of the back of the motorcycle, removing his arms from around the waist of the breathtakingly gorgeous girl. He offered her his hand as he stood in front of her and she rolled her eyes fondly at him, taking it. When she stood, he unzipped her motorcycle jacket for her and eased it off her shouldersârevealing a silky black halter dress, her arms scattered in tattoos, as were her thighs. Hoops dangled from her ears, red bottoms on her feet, nails manicured and hands adorned in rings.
Derek literally flopped back into his seat, starstruck.
All of them watched, heads turned accordingly to never stop looking at the pair of you (mostly you), as Spencer folded your jacket over one arm before taking your hand in his other as you both walked to the entranceâthey could see he was rambling and you stared up at him, a charmed smile on perfectly painted lips.
âIââ Emily sucked in a breath, flustered, âtheyâre coming nowâact natural.â
At her hiss, Penelope purposefully fell back into what she thought was a more relaxed position, fluffing her hair. JJ awkwardly straightened out her clothes, leg bouncing. Emily leaned over the table âcasuallyâ swirling her drink and Derek positioned himself with a broad arm flexed on the windowsill, looking out the dirty screen of the bar window with a smoulder.
Hotch looked at them all and silently shook his head, Rossi chucked silently at his face of disappointment.
The team heard the click of your heels approaching and vague remnants of your conversation with him that led Spencer to giggling.
Shocked looks were exchanged and Penelope looked like she was going to melt into a gooey puddle of awwwww.
âHello everyone!â Spencer chirped as he reached their table, happier and more relaxed than theyâd ever seen him be. âItâs nice to see you allâthis-this is my girlfriend, Y/N.â ïżŒ
âHi.â Your voice was silky smooth and Penelope eyed your immovable un-smudged lip-combo with admiration. âIt really is a pleasure to meet all of you.â
âThe pleasure is absolutely all miââ Derek stopped, his sentence turning into a series of harsh wheezes as both Emily and JJ elbowed him in either side.
You blinked at them.
âItâs lovely to meet you.â He continued in a pained voice, collapsed dramatically into his seat.
JJ and Emily rolled their eyes.
âHi! It is so so so cool to finally meet youâIâm Penelope and you are even prettier than Spencer described and, believe me, your doctor man used every ounce of this thick vocabulary to compliment you.â
You quirked a grin at the excited redhead in front on you, looking teasingly over at your boyfriend who was blushing bright red but he grinned shyly back at you.
âDavid Rossi.â The Italian introduced himself formally as you and Spencer sat down in the booth, opposite him. âI always knew Spencer was a man of good taste.â He gave you a mischievous smile.
âI would argue that we both have great taste.â You winked back, settling into your boyfriendâs side.
The team watched the easy way that Spencer allowed you into his space, the way in which he wrapped his arms around your waist with a comfortability theyâd never seen before and the urge to smile was simply too much to ignore.
âI just want to say, If the genius ever messes up. .â Emily trailed off, making a phone with her hands and holding it against her ear, she mouthed âcall meâ at you.
As laughter left your smirking lips, you looked up at your boyfriend who shook his head playfully down at youâyou turned your head to kiss his cheek briefly, smiling up at him.
âIâll be sure to give you a ring.â You promised her as the laughter around the quietened slightly.
âAnd me!â Morgan piped up happily only to groan unhappily again as JJ slapped him over the head.
âDonât call Morgan.â JJ advised, leaning across the table as though to confide a secret in you, voice lowering to a mock whisper, âheâs got an STD he refuses to get rid off.â
âLIES AND SLANDER.â
âNot on his good name.â Penelope joined in, giggling all the while.
âItâs nice to finally meet youâIâm Aaron Hotchner.â Your boyfriendâs boss introduced himself to you as everyone got sucked into taking the piss out of Derek.
âItâs lovely to meet you Hotch.â You replied kindly, taking the name youâd heard them all call him.
âPlease,â Aaron paused briefly, glancing at Spencer with a minuscule smirk, âcall me Aaron.â
You nodded with an unaware smile but Spencerâs mouth dropped as his boss to a sip of his drink to hide his smirk, not him too.
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shrimply in love | miya atsumu
synopsis. atsumu wholeheartedly prayed that you forgot how you first met, and for a while he believed that you did. that is until he finds the literal token from that day.
pairing. atsumu miya x gn!reader | wc. 2.1k | genres. timeskip!atsumu, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, atsumu is soooo down bad | warnings. (minor?) manga spoilers
notes. outing myself as a hq fan and atsumu lover LOOK AWAY. this was inspired by a tiktok i saw LMFAO đ. i was up until dawn, on my phone, in the drafts writing this thatâs how bad it was. there's something additional to this so stay tuned, and i hope you enjoy.
âtsumu!â you call out from the couch while heâs in the bathroom connected to your shared room. âcan you get my wallet? itâs on the bed.â
âsure thing, baby!â he answers back.
âthanks love!â you reply, the petname making him grin in the mirror. it gets him every single time.
after drying off his hands with a towel, atsumu doubles back to the bedroom, your wallet immediately catching his eye. he picks it up, and as he does, something slips out from the crevices.
atsumu picks it up and inspects it. itâs a folded slip of paper. curious, he unfolds it to examine its contents. reading it puts him in shock, and now heâs mildly annoyed with you.
he rushes out of the room, stomping over to you like a little kid. you raise an eyebrow in amusement when he stops in front of the couch.
âbaby, what the hell?!â he whines, holding the paper out in front of you for you to read. confused, you lean closer, letting your eyes scan it before laughing out loud. itâs a guest check from the day you first met.
âwhat?! itâs cute!â you defend with a smile.
âitâs horrifying. do you even know how embarrassing this was for me?â atsumu pouts.
âoh believe me i know.â you giggle.
three years ago.
after a hard won victory, the msby jackals were craving a celebratory meal. meian had suggested a new italian restaurant that had opened by the arena. there was a unanimous agreement among the team, except for sakusa. however, bokuto had managed to convince him to come along with enough pestering.
so there they were, a group of guys well over six foot (with the exception of hinata and inunaki), sharing whatâs probably the largest table at the restaurant. it drew tons of attention, and there were even some fans who came up to them for pictures and autographs.
then you came by, ready to take orders, and atsumu knew in that moment he was an absolute goner for you. your beauty was unlike anything heâs ever seen before. you were prettier than those models on the ads he walked by, prettier than the flowers in his motherâs gardens, prettier than sunsets on a beach. and god, your smile. his head went all fuzzy at the sight of it. it melted his insides.
you chuckled at whatever bokuto animatedly said before moving onto atsumu. you looked at him expectantly, eyes shining with so much light that it jumbled the blondeâs brain. shit. what did he want to order?
atsumuâs eyes quickly racked through the menu, and his mouth fired off an order before his brain could process what he was reading. âuh, could i get the shrimps camping?â
a silence befell amongst the table before a collective cackle filled the restaurant. realizing what slipped out of his mouth, atsumuâs face turned red. his cheeks were embarrassingly hot.
mortified. he was absolutely fucking mortified. even that asshole omi-kun found it funny. it didnât help that you were suppressing a smile at him too. he didnât even bother with the damage control. there was no point. heâd only embarrass himself further.
with a giggle, you made a note of it on the guest check you were writing up because at least you knew what he was referring to. atsumu buried his face in his hands. see in his head, the setter had come up with a plan to ask for your number, but now he was never even going to walk down this street ever again. his chances? consider them blown.
âalright, alright,â you said after the laughter had died down. you fire off orders to confirm everything, and then you get to atsumu. âand⊠one shrimps camping.â
âyouâre killing me.â atsumu groaned, feeling a new wave of embarrassment now that you were teasing him.
âitâs my job.â you shrugged before walking off with a wink. the blonde felt his heart skip a beat.
âdonât sweat it, atsumu-san!â shoyo clapped his back reassuringly. at least he could leave it to the ginger to always have his back.
it took a minute, but the team had finally moved on from atsumuâs slip up. unfortunately, it was all the setter could think about. god, what if you teased him once you came back with the plates?
luckily for him, it didnât happen. you just tossed him a knowing grin when you presented him his food. he stared down at those shrimp dancing in the sauce, knowing heâs never ordering fuckass shrimp scampi ever again, and dug in. (itâs the most delicious thing to have graced his tastebuds.)
atsumu, contrary to previous thoughts, did end up coming back to the italian restaurant in the hopes that he could see you. he realized that he wasnât going to allow one fuck up ruin the chances of having you. atsumu miya is many things. annoying, rude, loud, but a quitter? thatâs not one of them.
it was a weekly occurrence, and atsumu would try something different from the menu each time.
âno shrimp scampi?â you would smirk.
ânoâŠâ atsumu would sigh, feeling the jab in his bones before handing you his menu. âno shrimp scampi.â
conversations became more casual. he learned more about you like how you were in your final year of university and that your favorite menâs volleyball team was ejp raijin. (he was definitely going to change that.) each week the blonde setter visited you during week made him fall for you even more. all of these little things accumulated until atsumu finally got the balls to ask you out.
âwhat would you like today, atsumu?â you greeted, that soft angelic grin on your face, and he just knew he had to do it. he couldnât ever let you go.
âyou. me. a date.â he said casually, his eyes dripping with confidence. (interally, he was freaking out).
you tried maintaining your composure but failed so miserably. you couldnât stop the smile that reached your eyes as soon as you heard those eyes. âi thought you would never ask.â you beamed at him.
chewing on your lower lip, you motioned for him to give you hand, to which he most happily obliged. your touch was a new heaven. so warm and so soft. he wished to be wrapped in it forever.
you held his hand steady as the tip of your pen scribbled on his skin. when atsumu looked down, he realized it to be your number, and his eyes stared at it in awe.
âtext me.â you told him before walking off. then you stopped in your tracks, turning yourself back around until youâre back at atsumuâs table. âwait, shit. what do you want to eat?â
oh. he had completely forgotten about that. atsumu picked up the menu and quickly scanned for a fun dish name. âum, just the pizza napoletana and garlic bread.â
âyou got it.â you noted it down. followed by, âno shrimp scampi?â
â(y/n), please. i feel like iâm flying right now, and youâre killing my mood.â atsumuâs face fell, feigning fake irritation, but you knew better.
you laughed. âalright, alright. iâll be back soon.â
âyou better be.â the setter scoffed before his face betrayed his true feelings.
and before you knew it, one date became two, then three, then four, and the rest was history, shrimp scampi along with it.
at least, thatâs what atsumu thought.
âi thought you completely forgot about it.â atsumu whines.
you laugh, standing up from your place on the couch. âhow could i ever forget that? i stopped the jokes because you got all sulky. besides, thatâs how my little infatuation with you began.â
once youâre directly in front of him, atsumu places his hands on your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. without even thinking, your hand finds its way to the back of his head, stroking it with affection. âof all things? not my good looks? or my nice arms? â the blonde murmurs into your skin.
you hum in agreement. âwell that came after.â your boyfriend groans, making you roll your eyes.
âi donât think i ever told you this, but i was having a really rough shift the night the team came in. when you guys were put into my section, i nearly lost it.â you admit. âbut then you asked for shrimps camping, and i lightened up, like all of my negative energy just drained out of my body. seeing you all flustered and blushing was so adorable in my eyes.â
your boyfriend pulls back, his face scrunched. âi didnât realize you were in a foul mood that night.â
âhad to fake it. you know how customer service is.â you shrug, a smirk taking over your face soon after. âbut you were too busy admiring me to even notice it.â
atsumu grins smugly. heâs not even ashamed. âthat i was.â
you roll your eyes. âyouâre hopeless.â
the blonde setter hums, leaning in, and you meet him halfway, kissing him gently. atsumuâs arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to him until youâre pressed against his body. you feel his lips twitch into a smile.
youâre the first to pull away, but your boyfriend is unsatisfied with that. he presses his lips to yours once again before you could even get another breath in. itâs a kiss full of affirmations that atsumu canât voice. you feel it all through him. heâs so greedy when it comes to you, but heâd definitely agree with that statement without any complaint.
to atsumu, kissing you is a new kind of euphoria, one better than any service ace, better than any cool quick that he pulls off with his hitters. kissing you is like falling in love with you again, and itâs single-handedly the best feeling in the entire world.
he pulls away first with a proud smile. he steals a quick peck against your lips, then your nose, and then the rest of your face until youâre drowning in his affection.
you giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders. âtsumu!â
atsumu sighs contentedly. his large hand cups your cheek. the rough skin of his thumb traces up and down your face. itâs so reassuring and so warm that you canât help but lean into it.
âi love you, angel. yâknow that right?â atsumu stares at you, adoration swimming in his eyes. everyday, he canât believe that he gets to have you. he canât believe he gets to come home and youâll be there waiting for him, ready to hold him in your arms and kiss his knuckles when he tells you about his day.
you adjust your head ever so slightly to kiss his palm. âi know it. you never fail to make it known.â
youâve come to realize that thatâs who he is. your sweet boy, atsumu miya, is so full of love. behind the brashness and the insults, he has so much love in his heart that some days he doesnât know what to do with it.
âi love you so much, atsumu miya. you are my life.â you whisper, bringing him in for another soul-igniting, cavity-inducing kiss. itâs intense, hotter, but that is just life with atsumu, a blaze of passion and fierceness.
you can feel him melt against you as if this is his first time doing this with you. you can feel him reciprocating your words. you know him so well that you can guess the words that follow. âall for me. my sweet angel. what did i do to deserve you?â
a memory springs to mind, causing you to cut the moment short as much as youâd like to continue. atsumu pouts at the loss of your lips against his. such a kid. still, he looks at you expectantly.
âi have to admit,â youâre kind of excited to see how heâll react to it. âthe entire restaurant knows you as the shrimps camping guy.â
atsumu stiffens against your body, and the horrified look on his face makes you burst out laughing. âyouâre lying. (y/n), tell me youâre lying.â
âiâm sorry, my love. itâs true.â you reach out for his hand, but the blonde playfully shrugs it off.
âdonât touch me. how could you do this to me, huh? i thought we were for life!â atsumu turns away from you, shutting his eyes.
you roll your eyes. you shouldâve expected this. in situations like these, there is one sentence that will make him forget everything immediately. âif i kiss you, will you forgive me?â
atsumu snaps his head back to you, and his eyes fly open, allowing you to catch the light that sparkles in them as he smiles widely. heâs so beautiful. âreally?!â he exclaims but leaves no room for you to respond before heâs crashing your mouths together for the fourth time. you roll your eyes in disbelief but give into him immediately.
atsumu miya is so annoying, but heâs yours, and you wouldnât give him up for anyone else in the world.
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summary: an unplanned hard launch reveals more than a relationship. it exposes the biggest simp of the century.
content warning: requested by @animeandf1lover. fluff. crack adjacent (in the beginning). profanity. bestfriend!logan sargeant. boyfriend!max verstappen. humor. max yap-stappen. jimmy and sassy verstappen. my personal hc of max using cat emojis unironically. no part two requests, please!
pairing: max verstappen x hijabi fem!poc!reader (fc: shahdbatal)
genre: smau.
from, serene: other titles i thought of; simp, i love my gf, down bad, lord of the simps, or president of the simp club. haven't written for max alone in a while, i missed him !!! pls ignore the typos on the interview clips otherwise i will cry. enjoy, lovelyâs xxx
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maxverstappen1: how are you going to caption this "love life" when there's not a single photo of me in it đ
â„ maxverstappen1: you called me the love of your life this morning on ft đ â„ maxverstappen1: omg are you breaking up with me and taking the cats with you đđđ â„ yninsta: max the cats chose the caption not me!!! â„ yninsta: you're still the loml baby, i'm not going anywhere đđ â„ danielricciardo: u guys are perfectly made for each other :)
maxverstappen1: my babies đ» why did you put mommy on the last slide? she's too pretty to be there!
â„ jimmyandsassy: m prettier than mommy - sassy â„ maxverstappen1: hey! you get your looks from your mother be nice đ â„ charlesleclerc: max mate đ with every comment you make on this account i hope you know i think less of you with each one đđ» â„ alexandrasaintmleux: he's only saying this because i told him it would be cute to make a priv acct with leo that's like this! â„ yninsta: you should! the kitties love it :) â„ charlesleclerc: you're all mentally disturbed. electric chairâĄïžđȘ
logansargeant: i have post notifications on and i have no clue how max gets here faster than me.
â„ logansargeant: jimmy? sassy? do you tell him when you're about to post đ§ â„ maxverstappen1: logan the cats can't speak english or use a phone be serious. â„ logansargeant: THEY DON'T HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS EITHER BUT THEY STILL POST AND REPLY TO COMMENTS â„ jimmyandsassy: don't yell at daddy! 's mean - jimmy â„ maxverstappen1: yeah logan don't yell at daddy đ â„ logansargeant: can't believe there was a time i thought you were a respectable man smh
roscoelovecoco: cool cats đ
â„ jimmyandsassy: big dawg đ¶
landonorris: they're so pretty i just wanna pet them
â„ landonorris: i wished cats liked me,,, â„ jimmyandsassy: nobody likes you! hope this helps - sassy â„ landonorris: STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR CATS AND COME FIGHT ME SIS đ€Źđ€ș
alexalbon: please don't kill me :)
â„ jimmyandsassy: why would we kill you? we like alex - jimmy â„ oscarpiastri: oh they're so going to claw your eyes out mate đ â„ georgerussell63: it's been nice knowing you alex đ â„ charlesleclerc: fly high alexander đïžđđ» â„ schecoperez: gone too soon đââïž â„ jensonbutton: if she kills you, logan will have a car to race this weekend. she's so going to get rid of you đ â„ yninsta: what. logan has his own williams? are u guys okay???
twitter âą yn's spam twt
igstory âą yninsta uploaded to close friends story!
[caption1; guess i'm bringing jimmy with me][caption2; target confirmed. bravo six going dark.]
logansargeant: please don't make my team principal disappear ‷yninsta: i will make him suffer inshallah đđœ ‷logansargeant: think about jimmy and sassy! they'll miss you đą ‷yninsta: ,,,i will subject him to a painful lecture about his mishandling of the race weekend ‷yninsta: instead of death đ
alexalbon: are we chill? ‷yninsta: i have no quarrel with you đđœ ‷alexalbon: oh thank god. i was going crazy in my room hiding from you đźâđš
maxverstappen1: come to me when you're done with james đœ ‷maxverstappen1: you're surrounded by the wrong shade of blue :( ‷maxverstappen1: how's logan doing? ‷yninsta: he's okay considering they gave his car away. ‷maxverstappen1: bring him with you, i will tell him exactly what i think about wiliams treating him that way
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FIA press conference: pre-race australia âą max, charles, logan, zhou, yuki
post-race interview clips âą max verstappen
twitter âą the internet reacts
instagram âą logansargeant âą melbourne â
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logansargeant me and you, and you and me, just us, and your boyfriend max.
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maxverstappen1: you have me saved as âynâs boyfriend - INGORE đâđâ
â„ maxverstappen1: thatâs not very nice âčïž â„ yninsta: logan! change it before you make him sad â„ logansargeant: fine đ â„ logansargeant: iâm going to mute him instead.
â„ yninsta: logan and max get along great guys i promise!
â„ yninsta: max asked him if he was okay with asking me out before our first date and logan said âmate you donât have to ask, i know youâll treat her rightâ đ â„ logansargeant: that is NOT public infoâŒïž delete pls â„ maxverstappen1: you didnât have to say any of this schatje đ
â„ user1: max asked logan for permission to date her? what in the wattpad fanfic is happening rn â„ georgerussell63: this is great blackmail- i mean info đ
oscarpiastri: acting like you hate max but you called me screaming in joy about playing padel with him đ
â„ logansargeant: oscar please. my reputation is at stake here đ â„ oscarpiastri: hey instagram comments- i misspoke. logan sargeant HATES max verstappen! thatâs all, thanks. â„ user2: dis guy đ€Šđ»ââïž â„ user3: osc sarcasm check: â
user4: if max verstappen offered to fly me out to hang out with his gf i would not leave his messages on read ijs đ€·đŒ
alexalbon: DAMN he even said please đ¶
â„ yninsta: not too much now alex đ€« â„ alexalbon: đ€đł â„ user5: alex were u silent or sileNCED â„ user6: i could feel the threat through the screen
jensonbutton: but did you take him up on his offer? thatâs what we need to know!
â„ maxverstappen1: he did. left me on read for 6 minutes before he broke đč â„ logansargeant: it was on his private jet, paid for, and i got to see my best friend- ofc i said yes! iâm not stupid.
user7: tagging betterhelp on the sc of maxâs desperate ass texts is NASTY work logan đđđ
â„ user8: nothing wrong with sending the homies links to therapy sites â„ user9: thereâs definitely something wrong with how down bad max is for his girl. i know that much đ„Ž â„ user10: are u srs? bc thatâs a man who doesnât play about his woman! i can tell đ”âđ«đ«Š
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maxverstappen1 championships are worth winning because i take the trophies back to her.
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yninsta: championships are worth winning because YOU drove like crazy for them.
â„ maxverstappen1: two things can be true at the same time đ â„ maxverstappen1: i donât know if they would matter as much if i didnât have anyone to praise me for it. â„ yninsta: iâll convince you that they are more than that one day đđ (good thing iâm never leaving you x)
yninsta: ŰŰš ŰÙۧŰȘÙ (the love of my life)
â„ maxverstappen1: no you are mine âșïžđ€
user11: no the fuck he didnât.
â„ user12: GIRL HE FUCKING DID
user13: nahhhh he got it. he got it all.
â„ user13: championships, monaco living, the finest woman, expensive cats and carsâLIKE LEAVE SOMETHING FOR THE COMMON FOLK MAX â„ maxverstappen1: my bad đââïž â„ user14: he donât even mean ts â„ user15: oh iâm bout to crash out đ€Șđ€Źđč
charlesleclerc: okay. thatâs a good caption đ
â„ maxverstappen1: take a deep breath charlie, no need to be angy about it :) â„ charlesleclerc: i knew youâd ruin it. iâll be seeing you max đ€« â„ user16: yo what tf đ€Ł â„ user17: did charles leclerc just ominously imply his plot for maxâs demise?! â„ user18: bro what đ @/user17 â„ user19: what are you gonna say next? âtheyâre going to participate in a duel of arms đ€â â„ user16: âa battle of fisticuffs, more likely it seems đ€đ€đ€â
user20: oh my daysâ sheâs beautiful đŠ
â„ maxverstappen1: sheâs the prettiest woman iâve ever set my eyes on đ â„ user21: donât worry max, we believe you! â„ user22: you truly are blessed to be dating her.
danielricciardo: boys what are youâre wagers? max yaps more/less about his gf to us now that theyâre public?
â„ landonorris: more +ÂŁ500 â„ lewishamilton: more +ÂŁ1000 â„ logansargeant: more +(iâll match lewis in american) â„ schecoperez: have faith in max! â„ schecoperez: +5 grand take it or leave it.
user23: sheâs majestic! in that first photo, sheâs giving padme from star wars đ€© beautiful!!!!
â„ yninsta: tysm âșïž this might be the best compliment iâve ever received !!!
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ynspamacct i won't unprivate my main, but here's the bf max content i know you all want :)
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user24: max said: princess treatment only đđ»
â„ maxverstappen1: ***queen treatment đžđœ â„ user25: oh. the simp allegations are true. â„ maxverstappen1: you doubted how much i love my gf? crazy. â„ user25: i won't do it again, i promise.
logansargeant: why do you wear heels if you know theyâre going to make your feet hurt?
â„ maxverstappen1: bc sheâs knows iâm going to hold them for her and carry her home đ â„ ynspamacct: bc i feel tall đ„ș and max doesnât mind carrying me home !!! â„ ynspamacct: oops âșïž we mustâve replied at the same time hahaaa user26: iâm going to slam my head into the nearest wall, viciously. â„ ynspamacct: donât do that! life is worth living i promise đ°
user26: first photo made my tummy flip for some reason đ«Šđ„Žđ€€
â„ ynspamacct: you should see a doctor! that doesnât sound healthy :) â„ user27: u better stop thirsting over her man like that đł
lilymhe: boundaries đ§đ»ââïžđđ»ââïž
ynspamacct: exactly đ
user27: breakfast in bedâŠwhat did he want from you đ€
â„ ynspamacct: âŠnothing? or, just quality time i guess! heâs sweet like that đ„° user27: ,,,i didnât know that was an option. â„ ynspamacct: being treated like a queen comes with accepting thatâs how you deserve to be treated, and that itâs the *only* way youâre going to be treated đ â„ user28: SPEAK ON IT MY GOOD SIS đ«
user29: this relationship is dear to me đȘ
user30: m-men arenât shit? who knew that was possible.
â„ user31: i thought all we had was tom holland đ â„ maxverstappen1: iâm honored to be added to the roster â„ user32: i cannot take this man seriously now. â„ user33: why bc he loves his gf and you canât even seem to find the way to a shower or a therapy session đ â„ user34: WOAH VIOLATION
yninsta: max, maxie-max, maxie !!!
â„ maxverstappen1: i love you most, schatje đđ â„ yninsta: aw you beat me to it đ â„ yninsta: i love you foreverrrr #1 đđ â„ user35: oh iâm gonna cry :)
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ââąâŠ THE BOY IS MINE
OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him
⥠NOTES âź I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri đ I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!
OIKAWA
You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, youâd think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend. Â
Still, you didnât bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every senseââthe most beautiful in his eyes. Â
Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.
He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly. Â
You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didnât mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever heâd feel inadequate. Â
You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player whoâs around the same age as him. Â
The two of them were the top players of their teamsâthe most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side. Â
âOh! They look so good together!â You heard those around you murmured. Â
âMaybe theyâre dating...â The others speculated.Â
A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe. Â
You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere. Â
T-Tooru? Â
He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you.Â
âPractice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me itâs not just that,â Tooru responded to the reporter. âWe all need a lucky charm, I tell you.â He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, âAnd I got mine right here.â Â
You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didnât matter in that moment. Â
The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match. Â
âHow âbout a good luck kiss, huh?â He teased. Â
âW-Whatâre y-â You werenât even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. âTooru!â You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out. Â
Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, youâve got nothing to worry about after all. Â
KUROO
Itâs a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time heâd be giving a welcome remarks to open his institutionâs black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech. Â
As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple.Â
However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look. Â
Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books youâd encounter in bookstoresâ new adult section. Itâs no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like heâs a piece of hunky meat theyâd jump on at any moment.Â
Deep inside, youâd want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well? Â
Do you even look good beside him?Â
Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honeyâyouâre Kurooâs most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply youâre the object of his desires, adoration and affection. Â
Wasnât it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldnât bear the eyes of these bastards on you. Â
Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking youâre receiving and him being disregarded like he wasnât even there when heâs the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person. Â
He promised heâd behave himself and keep the PDA on low since todayâs a formal event, but it looked like he wonât be keeping up with that anymore.Â
Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder. Â
You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. âWhat...what are you doing?â you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder. Â
âShowing them who you belong to.âÂ
Internally, youâre partying. Youâd be lying to say that you didnât want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. âOkay, just donât overdo it.âÂ
A lopsided grin appeared on his face. âNot very sure about that.âÂ
BOKUTO
At last, your fiancĂ©, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since heâs been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, heâll be coming home after playing with his utmost best. Â
You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment youâd been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck. Â
In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, heâs swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him. Â
You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition heâs receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How youâd wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much.Â
A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you.Â
With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses. Â
âBabe, babe! Not here!â You protest in middle of chuckling. âThere are people around.âÂ
Koutarou pouted. âBut I miss you so much.âÂ
âMe too,â you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present. Â
He rubbed his nose against yours. âLetâs go home!âÂ
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So y'all have seen the Williams F1 Logo before, yeah?
well get ready, becaues I am about to ruin your day!
where does one even begin with this. i am sorry in advance. -just a poor learning graphic design student, who simply tried to enjoy their saturday evening
The Logo
For anyone that doesn't know, here's the Williams F1 Logo. Entirely unedited, copied straight from Wikipedia:
Now like many fans, I actually quite enjoy this logo. I like the modern, sharp edges of it and it's simple yet intriguiging design. It's memorable, while also easily recognizable as a W. I also really enjoy the colour choice (this, however, is entirely a personal preference.)
(entire rant under the cut. please keep reading this took years off my life span.)
How did we even get here?
Let's start at the beginning. How did we even get here? Well I, a poor poor learning graphic designer, was watching this lovely video from Mr. V's Garage about bad F1 Logo's over the past 35 or so seasons. Very interesting, I can only recommend it (but you don't need to watch the video to understand this post)!
Now, to cleanse the palette at the end of the video, Mr. V included a top 10 GOOD logos from this time span, it was very kind of him.
On P4 of this "Good List," Mr. V placed the current Williams F1 Logo, as pictured above. At first I vaguely agreed with this, believing that he probably simply hadn't noticed one of the things that's been bothering me about that Logo since the first time I saw it up close.
The first sign of Trouble
So, what is this mystery issue, you might ask?
It's simple really. You don't necessarily notice it at a first glance, but something about that logo seems off. Taking a second longer, you may notice it yourself.
No, I mean it, take a minute and go look at the logo. It looks wonky as hell, doesn't it?
Well I can tell you the first thing that I personally noticed. The arms of the W aren't in line with the bottom half, see:
(Graphic by @girlrussell who was so kind to let me use it, as it is way prettier than the one I made)
It's a crooked W. There is no good explanation for this. The rest of the font is perfectly fine, geometrical shapes.
Anyway, the good person that I am I went to point this out to my partner ( @leftneb ) who proceeded to inform me that he, infact, was not aware about this and was, quote, "never going to unsee that."
Now, the good FRIEND that I am, I, of course, proceeded to rush into our broader F1 friendgroup to make them suffer for eternity.
What's the logical next step to take? Of course, fix the logo in Adobe Photoshop, you know, as a joke.
(Disclaimer at this point, I am not necessarily the biggest fan of Williams Management Team. I enjoy ALL their drivers this season. I do NOT enjoy James Vowels. Be warned.)(Also I am aware that he probably did not have an influence on the logo)
Trying to fix it. Oh god, I was so innocent back then
Trying to fix the logo in Photoshop is the worst mistake I could've made. THE worst path to take. I could've just giggled about making my friends suffer (which I succeeded in, by the way) and moved on. Instead I ruined a perfectly good Saturday evening, and for what? I don't know anymore.
Anyway, how was I gonna go about fixing the logo in the simplest way possible? Simplest way I could come up with: slap the thing in Photoshop and put two, mirrored boxes at each side to make the sides line up. Small issue, how do I make the thing actually even? Fix: line them up at the intersecting point with the bottom tips of the W.
Here's the result:
Hey, anyone care to explain to me why in THE LORDS NAME the arms are different sized? I mean, surely they weren't before. Surely, certainly, I must've messed up.
I double, I tripple checked. I made sure everything was lined up and made sense. But no.
It just couldn't be. Something was uneven in this logo, something even deeper. Something I could not have predicted when first taking a closer look. It was at this point I realized I had messed up. What rabbit hole had I stumbled across? Certainly, it couldn't get much worse.
And that's when I noticed.
(pictured above; my genuine reaction)
There's MORE? (oh god, the top isn't lined up)
I couldn't believe my eyes. This is the PINNACLE of the sport, and THIS was the logo of one of the competing teams? I mean, yeah, we have a Visa Cash App RB or a Kick Sauber or even a MoneyGram Haas which are all terrible logos, but at least they're CLEAN. (this has not been checked. If anyone wishes to ruin a nice Saturday evening, feel free to check them and tell me how wrong I was in the previous statement!)
But you can see that there is no end in sight for this post. I'm sure you're as scared as I was at this point. By now we were sitting in VC, discussing the horribleness of this logo. I had long informed my irl's about this, who take said design classes with me. And it was one of them who pointed out the next thing that had been bothering me, but I had not been able to put a finger on up to this point.
thE DISTANCE, HOW DID THEY FUCK IT?
I'm afraid I have to confirm your fears.
Yes, those lines are the same length. According to Photoshop, they're on the same level as well, so no flunking with angles.
The gaps of the arms to the main W are not the same. They're differently sized gaps.
It was clear to us, this logo is inherintely flawed. They're subtle issues, but once you pay attention you start to notice things. It all looks slightly wonky and off centre. And eventually, you get paranoid, and start comparing other angles and sizes. And you will keep finding things. This has ruined my life.
HOOOOOW
Honestly, I don't even know what to say. Yes, yes sadly those lines, too, are the same length. Just copied over from one side to the other and layed over on the same height. I admit, they're not layed over perfectly. I was honestly holding back tears at this point. But the point still stands, you can clearly see a difference in width.
Honestly, the only way I can explain it is that at some point there was a mess up of distance or proportions and whoever was designing the logo couldn't pin it down and tried to restore the visual balance by making manual adjustments. And in all honesty? They kinda did a good job, if that's what's happened. I mean, you notice the crookedness of the arms, and then maybe the difference in height, but the rest you probably will not notice if you don't spend too much time staring at it. (like some of us) And even those issues clearly aren't noticeable to the vast majority, considering I had to go point it out to a group chat for my friends at least to notice.
what the fuck is THAT?
Now, the thing about doing this investigative work of prooving a team you dislike is worse in more aspects than you previously thought, is that you do a lot of zooming in. And zooming in means you might notice bits that yours eyes simply overlooked before, because they were too small.
Here you can witness the top of the middle point, that, for whatever reason, really wants to touch the top border of the Logo. I'm relatively certain that's the highest few pixel in the entire graphic, considering earlier chapter "There's MORE?" I have no idea why it looks like that or why they thought it was necessary for it to not end in a clean point.
I just actually have no idea how to even describe what is going on on the top of the left arm. That left hand side, again, touches the side and is therefore the most-left-pixel in the graphic. I, once again, have no idea the purpose of this. However the RIGHT hand side also makes no sense, as it is the most prominent corner in the whole logo. There's pointed corners, and rounded OF corners, but nothing that is trying to form it's own colony in a distant land that hopefully isn't this god awful logo. I hope that blob gets away. I really do. You go king.
i'm loosing my mind
Anyway, the only reason I could come UP with those weird "reachy-outy-bits" was to establish the dimensions of the logo? But if that was the case, I don't understand why they managed to keep all the other potentially border touching corners clean?
Like, look. Those are clean, sharp corners with some clearance off the borders. I have no clue why they managed it here but not with the others.
guys. please.
Backtrackig a little bit, going back to the positioning of the arms.
Do I need to mention that those lines are both the same length and the same (mirrored) angle? I really hope I don't, because I don't think I could be making this shit up. Like, once you roughly know what you need to look for it just kinda becomes easy to find.
As said before, I genuinely do think that most of these issues happened in a chain-reaction. For example, the distances between the main part and the W wouldn't be as noticeable (and they do get noticeable once you start looking at it) if the angle wasn't fucked. And guess what, there's more fucked angles here! Which ALSO influence this specific area of the logo!
this is just embarrasing for you.
something something same line copied over and mirrored etc etc
It's not as visible but the angles defintely don't line up here as well. As mentioned before, these issues for the most part all influence each other. It doesn't really excuse the issues, in my opinion as a designer, because a big company like this shouldn't have these sort of issues in their logo.
So let's review;
to sum it up,
i cannot even BEGIN to explain to you how big of a fucking JOKE this FUCKING logo is. because, i thought to myself, to round the post out, hey, why not show ALL the issues i pointed out in one picture? that would round it out quite nicely, wouldn't it?
Yeah well, this logo sent STRAIGHT FROM HELL just could NOT let me rest. I had only done the lines visualizing the crooked arms in PAINT up until this point, i.e. I had only pulled both up individually. To make a nice "rounding out" picture I still had to add them into PHOTOSHOP. so i did. i pulled up the line. i mirrored the line.
THE ANGLE IS FUCKING DIFFERENT
none. and i mean NONE of my friends had noticed this before. i need you to understand that we looked at this thing with FIVE pair of eyes, and NONE of us noticed that until i thought to myself "Oh I still need to add these specific lines to have ALL the issues I pointed out in my SILLY TUMBLR POST in ONE image" and i get THAT FUCKING SURPRISE
I was PLANNING to round the post out with a statement on how obviously this isn't a serious post. Here, I even had it all written out already because I accidentally started writing it in the last paragraph:
Of course, this is nitpicking, and it's not that serious. I'm aware of that. AS MENTIONED most of these would not be noticeable if we hadn't gone specifically looking for them.
yeah, well, fuck that. i just spent two hours seething about this logo. i'm ending the post on this instead.
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hi! i saw you were taking requests for post prison spencer, so hey
i was thinking about spencer meeting a kinda sunshine reader, and itâs likeâŠlove at first sight. sheâs literally the one to make him smile for good
feel free to add your magic to it, and to ignore it, donât feel pressure at all!
have a good day/night <3
babe you guys are saving my life with these requests right now! I'm feeling so good about everything I write again <3 enjoy sunshine!reader x post prison!spencer who looks less tense and serious around you
Youâre at his desk, sitting there all perfect in your orange button up and flared pants, Mary Janes clicking on the linoleum tile as you tap your pen against your lips. Your hair is scraped back into a ponytail, the plait brushing the spot between your shoulder blades.Â
Spencer had asked about you to Penelope, asked about your personality, about how you work- all the important things. What he didnât ask was if you were gorgeous and Penelope, who loves to divulge, had never said a thing about your looks.Â
âHi, youâre Y/n right?â Spencerâs standing before you, not realising how intimidating he must look till you jolt in your chair.Â
Youâd been trying to get your morning crossword and read in before the day had officially begun, a habit youâd been trying to keep up with since you started the job. So far itâs been going- the crosswords are boring so you have to pretend to be distracted by it to let it last a bit more than four minutes.
âOh sorry, I am. Youâre Doctor Spencer Reid,â you lean back in your chair, not bothering to hold out a hand to you. Penelope had grilled you on his aversion to germs and touching people more than needed. âIâm sorry about taking over your desk, but they didnât have any free ones.âÂ
Spencer shakes his head, you take a moment to look him over. His hair is a bit looser than youâd imagined, Penelope said curly hair and youâd thought tight spirals- he has pretty loose ringlets, dark and mocha-like.
He smells like leather and something else, maybe plum and black currant- itâs a bit of an all encompassing smell that you like already. Heâs much prettier too, he looks tired, but still pretty. His stubble presents a problem, you know itâs going to be your downfall.Â
âItâs alright, we keep a tight ship. Have they been treating you well?âÂ
You tilt your head, âThe team or the unsubs? Because itâs been too many cases to have real team building.â You grin when Spencer huffs, making his lips twitch. âBut I think getting concussed while saving Newbieâs ass counts for something.âÂ
Luke grumbles as he walks by with his coffee, âYou were hired after I was,â patting Spencer on the back when the taller, lithe, man rolls a chair to sit opposite you.Â
âDo you still experience headaches or migraines?â Spencer kicks himself when he sees your tongue poke into your cheek- youâre trying hard not to smile at his question. He also thinks heâs doing a shoddy job of flirting but that can be fixed- heâs been in prison for the last three months, he just needs to get back in the swing of things.Â
âIâm pretty sure your first official day back starts with you in Emilyâs office and not giving me an impromptu physical, Dr. Reid.â His lips twitch again, cheeks jumping as he shakes his head.Â
âItâs just a check-up, no physical yet.â he stands, not really giving himself time to overthink what heâs just said. Itâs more than a little presumptuous on his part but you donât call him an asshole or swear at him, so he thinks heâs okay with it.Â
âDo you want your desk back, Spencer?â youâre earnest in asking, not wanting to fuck up his routines and his norm. You can tell you like him already and itâs hardly been a fifteen minute conversation.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Iâll take the one right there.â Spencer points a finger to the desk right in behind yours with a little less severity to his lips, his stubble looking even more attractive as he does so.Â
You watch him walk away, willing yourself to be professional about all this, he may be hot but heâs your coworker and you know all about close proximity relationships possibly being shams. Youâre not here for that, so Spencer will be a good friend.Â
You make your way into the kitchen, steps light as you reach for your mug- a cute blue mug with an orca as the handle.Â
âSo you come in and the kidâs already obsessed with you?â Rossiâs right beside you, making you jump as you put more than the recommended amount of tablespoons of coffee into your mug.Â
âItâs not like that, you all made him out to be this awkward shy mess and he isnât.â You try to sound as casual as you can, but you profile your own voice and know how it sounds to everyone- wistful.Â
âMaybe heâs seen a pretty girl and the âawkward shy messâ melted away,â Rossi places his hands on your shoulders. âHeâs a good kid. You can trust in that.âÂ
You roll your eyes, stirring your coffee. âIâm pretty sure heâs in his thirties, Rossi.â You take the milk from him, pouring it in till your coffee is just at the lip of your mug and smile. âDefinitely too old.âÂ
Rossi waves his hand, âIâve been married four times, old isnât a marker for romance anymore. Not when youâre only twenty four.â He leaves you be for a moment, and on your walk back to your desk to fill out the remaining crosswords you mull over his words.Â
As you sit, you look down and find it all filled out in black ink, opposed to your blue and you know who did it, if the messy scrawled message is anything to go by- âYou should get The Washington Post puzzles, much more stimulating.â
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Hello!! I was wondering if you could please write a redbull driver with multiple wdc x platonic grid
But the older drivers like max Charles Lewis lando etc get jealous of her constantly being with the younger ones like franco kimi and Ollie all fluff n funny n fans going crazy bout their jealousy
Thank you
Rivals of the Track
{Reader's POV}
It was the Azerbaijan GP, Kevin wouldn't be racing so Ollie had replaced him for the race. He was this tall lanky British teen who rightfully corrected me saying that he was an adult now, he was funny. Ollie was with his best friend Kimi, who had come to support him for the race. I found their friendship endearing and reminded me of my best friend who would try to come to as many races as she could. The other drivers would argue about who my best friend was, but I knew who my best friend was and it was Y/BFF/N.
"Y/N, did you colour your hair?" Kimi asked. "You can tell?" I asked slightly shocked, "I just went for a lighter shade of burgundy than the last time" I elaborated. "Yeah, you look prettier" Ollie chimed. "Thank you. You boys are so sweet, unlike some people I know" I said looking at the other drivers who were stood a few feet away who were very confused when I asked them if anything was different about me. "You're always pretty" Franco added. "Okay, okay, flattery will only get you so far" I laughed. "We're being honest. Having some one as talented and beautiful on the grid that we can learn from is an honour" Kimi said solemnly. "Okay, is there a body you boys wanna hide?" I asked laughing. They laughed back.
"Can you introduce us to Lewis?" Franco whispered while we were stood there waiting for the media interviews. "Sure" I said. "He's so cool and we aren't sure if he'll talk to us" The other two boys added. "Oh, no, my babies, he's a sweetheart. You could just walk up to him and start talking. I was scared of him when I first joined too but we're pretty good friends" I explained. The 3 boys smiled at me, nodding in agreement.
Every time I would be talking to these 3, trying to make them feel at home like all the times the others did, I could feel eyes on me. I wasn't sure why they were all glaring at me.
I was doing my post quali media after qualifying P4. "So, what a race? Are you expecting a win or a podium?" The interviewer asked. "Obviously going to go for the win, podium isn't too far away either, let's see, I have a Ferrari and a McLaren to fight off though" I laughed. "We've seen you hanging around with the younger drivers, do they remind you of your rookie days?" she asked. "Yes, they are so nervous and scared but full of energy. They are fun to hang out with too" I said. "Does this mean you find the older drivers boring?" she prodded. "Never said that" I tsked. "I'm just trying to make them feel at home" I said. "Well, the fans are eating your interactions up. They find it so cute, you're like the mother duck and they are your ducklings" she said. "I wouldn't say that they are wrong" I chuckled. "I interviewed your teammate Max a while back and he didn't seem too pleased with your blossoming friendship. Why is that so?" the interviewer pointed out. "We're all competitive. I guess they are competitive about friends too" I shrugged. "It was nice talking to you, can't wait to watch you on the podium" she stated. I smiled and talked away.
I met the others in my drivers room. "I think this is a confidentiality breech to have all the other teams here" I laughed. "We're staging an intervention" Max stated. "For what? I don't have an addiction" I pointed out. "Since we're losing our bestie" Lando said. I couldn't help but laugh, "Who?" I asked. "You, you dumbass" Charles said. I sat on the chair that was unoccupied. "What's up my fellow drivers?" I asked. "We aren't only your fellow drivers, we're best friends" Lewis said. "Arguable but okay" I shrugged. "Are we not best friends?" Daniel fake cried. "My best friend is Y/BFF/n. You guys, I tolerate at best" I laughed. I could see all them visibly pout. "We don't like it" they said in unison. "What do you not like?" I asked. "You hanging out with the younger drivers or that we aren't best friends. Are we too old for you?" Carlos asked. "I'm as old as you guys. They just remind me of my siblings, they are like my ducklings and I'm their mother duck" I chuckled reminded of the analogy. "So, you aren't replacing us?" Oscar quipped. "Obviously not, they are my children. You guys are my friends" I said face palming myself. "Group hug?" Yuki asked and then we all huddled together. "What about us being best friends?" Max asked. "Still Y/BFF/N. I don't feel like a girl when I'm around you guys, she reminds me. We all have something special, we're competitors and friends" I said. They all seemed to nod in agreement.
After an abysmal race, I was laying in my hotel room going through twitter when I saw people talking about how I had taken the younger drivers under my wing and how they would follow me around like lost puppies while you could see the others stare daggers at them. At some point in the weekend, Max did almost carry me away from them, out of jealousy it seems and the gif was circulating all over the internet. I laughed at the tweets, my friends can get jealous, they would be jealous when I hang out with Y/BFF/N but I do need a get away from all the testosterone, but they are nice people, just bad at communicating.
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culinaryclasswars!mingyu x whitespoonchef!reader
a/n: culinary class wars will and always will be my roman empire and i can't help but imagine mingyu as a chef competing...
chef!mingyu already had a large internet following before coming to compete. he was widely known to korean netizens as the "househusband chef," famous for his charming looks and endearing persona.
chef!mingyu only joins the show after much persistence from everyone around him - telling him that it would be perfect to both connect with other chefs and to grow his own craft.
chef!mingyu enters filming the pilot, scared out of his wits at the sheer size of the production and the amount of highly respected chefs around him. as he watches more people walk in, the less he believes he's going to make it very far.
blackspoonchef!mingyu, whose very jaw drops at your entrance, rising up on a platform to greet them. he's always been a big fan of your work and your talent, silently mouthing to himself: she's even prettier in person.
blackspoonchef!mingyu works extra hard in the first challenge because he knows you're watching him. he pulls out all the stops, knowing this might be his only chance to impress you. to get you to notice him. in the end, it's both his intense concentration and skill that draw you closer to his station - and it's the bulging biceps and impressive technique that makes you stay.
blackspoonchef!mingyu, who seems to be silently watching you at all times, although he never approaches you during or after filming. you find yourself watching him back, entranced by his fluidity in the kitchen and the confidence that seems to ooze out of him. all your white spoon chef colleagues agree he's a formidable threat.
blackspoonchef!mingyu, who goes home every night after filming only to return to the kitchen, brainstorming creative recipes that would impress the judges. but most importantly, you. it's you he's thinking about while working, both trying to get your attention and your praise.
blackspoonchef!mingyu, who you quickly befriend during team challenges. he's easygoing and extremely fun to be around, making you crack up between shoots and bringing a permanent smile across your face. you find yourself less stressed whenever he's around.
blackspoonchef!mingyu's dreams are slowly coming true as the two of you grow closer. he's bursting from excitement just to be around you, let alone be your friend! he finds himself waking up fully ready to get back to work - competition stress gone and instead replaced by a bubbling feeling of .... is that love?
blackspoonchef!mingyu who can't help but grin whenever he's watching you compete. it's exhilarating to watch you in your element and all the cameras catch his whipped expression as he watches you intently. the hashtag househusbanddownbad trends on all social media platforms the day that episode airs.
blackspoonchef!mingyu who looks at you like you handcrafted each star and placed them in the sky yourself.
blackspoonchef!mingyu who's the first one up and clapping whenever it's announced that you've won your round, resisting the urge to run over and give you a hug. you're equally smitten as you beam up at him, proud that you've won and happy he's there to witness it.
chef!mingyu who's not beat up about the loss because at least now he can get your number and tell you his actual name. he's got a goofy grin as he watches you input your digits, breathlessly telling you that his name is mingyu. he watches you repeat the name and almost faints at the sound of it coming from you.
chef!mingyu who, despite losing, still visits the set every day to see you. he brings you lunch for your breaks, coffee for early mornings, somehow in tuned with your cravings and your needs. more often than not, he's there to drive you home after a long day of filming and cooking.
chef!mingyu, who is the first person you're looking for when you win.
chef!mingyu, who never ever would have imagined you'd ever like him back lets out a tiny gasp when you run into his open arms, going in for a kiss instead of a hug. he's frozen for a moment before realizing shit i should probably kiss her back. the moment is caught on camera, sending fans reeling at the swoon-worthy moment.
chefboyfriend!mingyu who cannot let you go the entire press tour.
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opposite | s.r.
the one where spencer has a new girlfriend, and she couldn't be more different than you.
pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader category: angst, fluff during the flashback but mainly angst cw: spencer not using his 187 IQ, reader feeling like their not enough, self deprecating thoughts. wc: 3.3k a/n: thought a great way to start my spencer masterlist was with angst! no I'm kidding, I was listening to 'opposite' by sabrina carpenter and felt very inspired, will probably make a part two where they have a happier ending (pls don't yell at me for this) I imagine season 6 Spencer for this, but you can imagine him however you want. this post is long overdue, I hope you love it! (also its not proof read at all so i'm sorry in advanced)
masterlist spencer masterlist
Falling for your coworker was probably the worst thing you could have done, especially when that coworker is Dr. Spencer Reid.
You had a crush on the resident genius since you had joined the team a year after Spencer.
In your mind, there were two scenarios that would happen in the case that he did find out about your infatuation with him.
Either you told him you were in love with him, he rejects you and you have to live with the embarrassment seeing him everyday at work, or you tell him you're in love with him, you start dating and the relationship doesn't work out, living with a Dr. Reid shaped hole in your heart. So you lose either way.
About a year and a half ago you finally decided to tell Spencer how you felt about him. A result of one too many drinks at a bar you were both dragged to.
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"You know you look really pretty under this lighting Spence," you say, clearly affected by the alcohol in your system.
A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead, a few stray hairs sticking to his face. He was flushed from the few glasses of alcohol he had consumed that night, but regardless, you thought he never looked prettier. Though, that might be the alcohol you consumed talking.
Spencer's cheeks redden a bit from the compliment, his brain working in overdrive to figure out how to respond to your compliment.
"Ah, um, thanks, you always look beautiful y/n," he says, a bit shy with his words.
You blush at his words, looking down towards the glass in your hand.
"It's a bit loud in here, do you want to go outside?" he asks, a bit of hesitation in his voice.
"Well I was just about to leave, will you walk me out?"
"Of course," he quickly responds.
"Okay, let me just grab my purse," you say, putting the glass down on the table behind you.
You grab all of your things, quickly letting the team know you're both leaving so they don't worry.
As you make your way around the bar to say goodbye, the girls give you suggestive glances, and you just shake your head and laugh at their antics.
After saying your goodbyes, you both make your way outside.
Standing right outside the door to the small bar, you shiver as the cold air nips at your skin.
You hear Spencer shuffling next to you, and suddenly he's handing you the cardigan he was wearing.
You're about to respond saying that he'll get cold, but he quickly shuts you up.
"No, no, take it. Between 700 and 1,500 people die from hypothermia in the United States annually. Though you might not think it's not that cold for you to get hypothermia here, it can occur in temperatures above 40°F if someone is chilled from rain, sweat, or cold water. I also just really don't want you to be cold," he finishes his sentence by putting the cardigan in your hands, not letting you say no.
"Thank you Spence, I just don't want you to possibly get hypothermia either," you say with a small laugh.
"Well that's a good concern to have, because men are 9-10 times more likely to get and die from hypothermia. This is because men are more likely to be exposed to the necessary conditions to contract hypothermia, so, I-sorry I'm rambling aren't?" he says, his cheeks turning to a deep shade of red once he realizes that the information continues to spill from his lips.
"No don't worry, I like listening, I always do," you say, a blush of your own covering your cheeks at the confession.
"Yeah, I've noticed, you're really the only one who pays attention to my rambles when were on the plane, or anywhere for that matter," he says, now noticing how the moonlight glows against your skin.
"I've always found it really interesting and kind of attractive that you just have all of this information stored in your head," you say looking up to the stars that littered the sky, completely oblivious to the effect your words had on the genius.
"Attractive? I didn't think you'd ever use that word to describe me," he's a bit stunned at your sentence, because no way the girl he's had a crush on since he laid eyes on her is telling him this.
"Well you don't get the nickname Pretty Boy from just anywhere do you," you say, a teasing smile falling across your lips.
There's a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you after that. Though that doesn't last long.
"Y'know I've had the biggest crush on you since I met you four years ago, I just never thought you felt the same," realizing what you just said, your eyes widened and you quickly turned towards Spencer, about to take back everything you just drunkenly confessed.
"y/n that's not something funny to joke about," he says, completely serious.
"I, no, I'm being serious. I've had the biggest crush in you since I joined the team. I'm pretty sure everyone but you knows, or well that used to be the case."
And just like that the biggest secret that's been resting on your shoulders for the past four years fell from your lips.
"Are you being serious right now?" he asks, as if he truly couldn't believe the words coming from your mouth.
"Spence, you can just reject me, you know. You don't have to play dumb."
Embarrassment wraps around your words, clearly upset that it seems that Spencer is trying to let you down easily.
"y/n, no. I-I like you too. I have for the longest time. If anything, I thought you were the one that wasn't going to feel the same if I'm honest," he says with an awkward smile covering his lips.
"You're serious?"
"Of course I am, I've had the most absurd crush on you since your first day you joined," his blushes a bit at the memory, "I'm surprised you never caught on."
You look down at your shoes, the alcohol seemingly left your body and now you're unsure about how to respond to him. You're about to speak when he interrupts you.
"I, um, I have to go soon, the last train is going to leave in about 27 minutes, but I was wondering if would you want to get coffee with me sometime?" he painfully stutters through his sentence, but you find it endearing, knowing its not due to the cool air outside.
"I would really love that Spence, yeah."
Leaning up to plant a shy kiss on his cheek, you say your goodbyes and make your way to you car to drive home.
Turning back for a second, you see Spencer with his hand on the spot that you gave him a kiss. Almost touching it to keep the warmth there to ensure that it truly happened.
The entire car ride home was bliss, you couldn't believe you told Spencer how you felt, and he actually shared those feelings.
Once you arrive home you realize you never gave Spencer his cardigan back. Wrapping it around yourself a bit tighter, you take your phone out of your pocket, feeling the buzz of a text notification.
From: Spence
Hi y/n! It's Spencer, I just got home. Please let me know when you're home so I know you made it back safe. I'll see you at work on Monday :)
Your face splits into a smile that nearly hurts your cheeks. Realizing you are home, you send him a quick message before getting ready for bed.
To: Spence
Hi Spence, I just got home, thanks for checking up on me. I'll see you at work on Monday, sweet dreams. â„ïž
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You shake your head at the memories. Looking up from the book in your hand, you spot the exact cardigan Spencer gave you that night across the arm of the couch, almost taunting you.
The year you were together was a dream you never thought would come true. You really thought your nightmare of Spencer deciding you weren't good enough and breaking up with you was never going to happen.
Though life isn't all fairy tales.
The job got to you, as people said it would. You both grew stressed and agitated. There never seemed to be enough time in the day, hell in a week, for you two to find time to spend together.
Even though you worked together, you rarely found time to actually separate your relationship from work.
The day you both realized that was the day you mutually came to the decision that it was best if you stayed friends. Or whatever word is used to describe still working with the person that you were the most vulnerable with and knew you inside and out, better than anyone else in the world.
The breakup happened six months ago. It wasn't messy or anything of the sorts, but it definitely created a drift in your relationship with the genius. Everyone in the office could tell, and you both knew that the relationship you shared before you started dating would never return.
Now, months after the breakup you were trying to become the person you used to be before Spencer. Though that seemed like an impossible task. You didn't realize how much of an effect he had on you until he wasn't there anymore.
It was the first Friday that the team wasn't completely swamped in work, so naturally Rossi invited you all to his mansion for one of his infamous pasta nights.
Declaring that we needed to spend time with people other than each other, he also extended the invitation to anyone the team felt like bringing along.
Wrapping your coat around you tighter, almost as a safety blanket, you knock on the door. You're sure not even a second goes by before youâre met with the face of Emily. Though she looks a bit distressed, like the evening has started out disastrous already.
"What's up with the face? Did Pen interrupt while Rossi was explaining how to perfectly cook pasta again?"
Letting out a small laugh at your own joke, you look up at Emily's face and realize something must be seriously wrong if she didn't even fake a smile at the lame joke.
"We need to talk," she says, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the house. You walk off into a hallway where both JJ and Penelope are waiting for you.
"Woah, what's wrong? Why are we having some kind of intervention?"
Looking at the both blondes, they keep their lips shut and look towards Emily, practically begging her to break the news to you.
Your voice is small, barely above a whisper when you say Emily's name, worried for what she's about to tell you. Taking a shaky breath, she finally speaks.
"Spencer brought his girlfriend."
As the words came from Emily's mouth you basically felt your entire world collapse around you.
He was dating someone? The same Spencer, who was nervous to even talk to a woman before you started dating, was dating someone else? Just after six months of being broken up he found someone else?
"Emily, please tell me you're joking or I might throw up on Rossi's floor right here," you say, completely serious, feeling your lunch already making its way out of your stomach.
The three of you hear footsteps coming your way and you start praying that it's not the person you want to see least right now.
Mystery person clears their throat and you're met with the face of a concerned looking Derek Morgan. Once he spots the tears in your eyes he opens his arms to give you a hug.
"Oh princess, I'm so sorry," he sighs, rubbing your back affectionately.
"I'll go knock some sense into him if you really want me to."
That gets a small laugh from you, but you quickly shake your head and step out of Derek's arms.
"No," you breath in a shaky breath before saying, "it's okay, seriously. He deserves to move on."
Knowing the words leaving your mouth are a complete lie, the tears return to your eyes and JJ is quick to take Derek's place and bring you into her embrace.
"Oh sweetheart, it's okay, we can stay here for as long as you want okay? Or we could even leave and pretend like you never came in the first place."
Attempting to take a deep breath, you give her a final squeeze and leave her arms.
"No, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl, I can handle my ex having a new girlfriend."
They four of them share a weary glance, knowing those words are the furthest thing from the truth.
Penelope is the first to speak as she grabs your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Let's do this angel face."
With that the two of you walk hand in hand to the backyard, greeted with the faces of the rest of your team and their families.
Walking over to the tree where Rossi and Hotch are standing, seemingly deep in conversation, Penelope makes her presence known when she lets out a happy squeal seeing her margarita glass was magically refilled.
"Well, I'll leave you in the hands of the host my love, I see a margarita calling my name," she plants a quick kiss on your cheek before making her way to the table her drink was sitting on.
Knowing that was just Penelope's way of making things a bit more normal for you, you shake your head and laugh at her antics.
Finally turning towards the two men, you see the pity in their eyes and let out a disappointed sigh.
"Seriously, you guys too? If all of you keep looking at me like that he'll definitely know something is wrong and will realize I'm the crazy one for not being over him yet."
Once you finish your sentence Hotch moves to say something but quickly shuts his mouth. His eyes are fixed just right over your shoulder.
Shifting to see what -or better yet who- he was looking at, you turn and find the new couple sitting on the bench near the opposite side of the yard. Your eyes fix on the woman sitting next to Spencer and youâre met with a woman with striking features. As you looked at her closer, you began to realize she looked nothing like you. In fact, she was the complete opposite of you.
Is that what Spencer was looking for this whole time? Did he want you to be more like her? Was he holding out with you just to find someone better?
These thoughts continued to swirl through your mind for the rest of the night. The team was obviously trying to distract you and make you feel better about the whole situation, acting as if it wasn't happening. JJ even asked you to watch Henry for a bit even though neither her nor Will were busy.
Finally the moment you were dreading had arrived, dinner.
Rossi, one for tradition, had a massive dining room table that somehow fit the entire team plus the extra guests.
Opting to sit in between JJ and Emily, you hoped that you could stay quiet all of dinner and quickly leave once it was finished. Really you hoped you didn't have to see Spencer and his girlfriend any longer than you had to.
But your luck seemed to have run out because she took the seat directly across from you, causing Spencer to sit next to her, directly across from Emily.
Looking down at your food you try to ignore them as best as you could, that was until you heard her voice.
"Hi, you must be y/n. I'm Maya, Spencer's girlfriend."
Her voice reaches your ears like nails on a chalkboard and you try your hardest to not physically react to her high pitched voice. God, what was Spencer doing?
Though you quickly rid yourself of the distaste you already have for her and give her your best fake smile.
"Yes, I'm y/n. It'sâŠnice to meet you."
It's almost like the entire table was holding their breath to see what your response would be. Morgan nearly chokes on his drink as you pause to find the words to describe your feelings for meeting her.
The silence continues until Spencer clears his throat. At the sound you look up at him. You realize that was the worst thing you could have done when he doesn't even look at you. Instead he's looking at Maya with the expression you thought was only reserved for you.
Emily is the first to speak after the interaction, some reason directing the conversation towards the couple. Did she just want to see you suffer tonight?
"So Reid, how long have you two been dating?"
Though the question is directed at Spencer, Maya is the one to answer. "Oh me and Spencie? We've been together just over a month!"
She basically screeches the words and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes.
The table goes quiet again. No one has anything to say, quietly eating their food.
"Hey Uncle Spence, when are you and Auntie y/n/n going to be like that again? I remember you used to hold her hand and give her kisses all the time!"
Oh God. Poor Henry didn't know what he just caused. You nearly spit out your drink at his questions, coughing down the wine you basically inhaled.
JJ's eyes widen, going to apologize for Henry's words until Miss chalkboard decides to speak again, except this time it's her awful laugh that makes an appearance.
"Oh my goodness! That is such a funny joke, little Henry. Kids and their imaginations, am I right?"
Her eyes dance around the table waiting for anyone to respond to her. When no one does she continues with a delighted smile on her face.
"Don't worry y/n, there's no need to say anything about that. I know my Spencie, he would never go for someone like you."
As she finished her sentence the entire table grew silent. The profilers actively deciding if they could get away with the thing they put people in prison for.
Your chair is what breaks the silence this time, screeching against Rossi's wood floors.
"Well I really wish I was a good liar and could say it was nice meeting you but I'm not. I hope you and your Spencie have a wonderful relationship."
For the first time all night Spencer finally talks to you. Though it breaks your heart even further. And it's not the words that come from his mouth, but rather the way he says it. All he says is your name, though he speaks as if he's disgusted that you would say something like that.
Letting out a dry laugh you shake your head and click your tongue, hoping he doesn't see the tears in your eyes when you lock eyes with him.
"I'm so glad to know that our year together meant nothing to you Spencer," you say, turning and leaving the room.
You make your way through the hall to collect your things before leaving. You don't even bother with saying bye to everyone, hoping they would understand.
Closing the door to the coat closet you see JJ standing behind the door, looking at you with eyes full of worry.
"y/n/n, are you okay. Both of them were so out of line, and I'm so sorry about Henry I didn't-"
You effectively cut off her short lived rant by giving her a short hug, knowing if you were in her arms for any longer you would be a crying mess before you even stepped foot out of the house.
"It's fine Jayge, really, you didn't know I don't blame you. And I'm fine. I just really need to go."
With that, you finally make your way out of the house and into your car.
There's only one thought that consumes your mind the entire drive home.
He was just holding out to find the opposite.Â
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Hello, could you write a story about Franco Colapinto where heâs maybe super jealous/protective of her, something like that?
baby you're safe (fc43)
⊠pairing - franco colapinto x female!reader
⊠genre - protective franco, abusive family, tears, angst, fluff, flinching
The rain drizzled gently outside as Y/N sat on the plush couch in the corner of her shared apartment with Franco Colapinto. The soft hum of an old playlist filled the air, but her thoughts were louder. Franco was due home any minute, and she was dreading the conversation they needed to have.
Their relationship had always been a haven for herâa stark contrast to the chaotic and abusive environment she grew up in. Franco knew every corner of her past, from the shouting matches she endured to the nights she cried herself to sleep. Heâd made it his mission to be her protector, her fiercest ally.
--
The sun was beating down on the bustling paddock as Y/N stood near Francoâs garage, chatting with a few team members. She had gotten used to the constant hum of engines and the organized chaos that came with race weekends. However, today, something felt...off.
"Y/N, youâre a lot prettier up close than I expected," one of the mechanics said, his tone dripping with something she couldnât quite place but didnât like.
She forced a polite smile, trying to shift the conversation back to something neutral. âThanks. So, do you think Francoâs car will be good to go for qualifying?â
âOh, itâll be perfect,â the mechanic replied, leaning in slightly. âBut speaking of perfect, maybe we could grab a drink later? Iâm sure Franco wouldnât mind sharing you for a little while.â
Her stomach churned, and she stepped back, forcing a laugh. âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â
From across the garage, Franco had been keeping an eye on her, as he always did. When he saw the mechanic lean in, his jaw tightened. Then he noticed Y/Nâs uneasy smile, and that was it.
Without a second thought, Franco stalked over, his boots thudding against the asphalt. His eyes were locked on the mechanic, but his hand reached out for Y/N, gently pulling her to him.
âProblem here?â Francoâs voice was low, laced with tension.
The mechanic looked startled but recovered quickly, smirking. âNah, just getting to know Y/N. Didnât mean to step on any toes.â
âYou didnât step on toes,â Franco said, his eyes narrowing. âBut youâre about two seconds away from stepping on my patience. Sheâs mine.â
âFrancoââ Y/N started, but he silenced her by gently tugging her closer.
The mechanic raised his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, man. Didnât mean any harm.â
âGood,â Franco said, his tone sharp as a blade. But he wasnât done.
Turning to Y/N, his intense gaze softened just slightly. âCome here,â he muttered, his voice low and commanding.
Before she could process what was happening, Franco cupped her face and kissed her, pressing her back gently against the stack of tires behind her. The world around them disappeared, the hum of the paddock fading into nothing. His lips moved against hers with a fierce protectiveness, like he was staking his claim for the entire paddock to see.
Y/Nâs hands instinctively gripped his shirt, her cheeks burning as her heart raced. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm and heavy.
âYou okay?â he whispered, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing her cheek.
She nodded, utterly breathless. âYeah. Just...a little dizzy.â
His lips curved into a small, smug smile. âGood. Thatâs how I want you to feel every time I kiss you.â
âFranco,â she hissed, her cheeks flaming as she glanced around, noting the curious eyes of a few team members.
He didnât care. Turning back to the mechanic, he shot him a pointed look. âIf I see you so much as glance at her again, weâre going to have a bigger problem than your attitude. Got it?â
The mechanic mumbled an apology and quickly walked away, leaving the two of them alone by the tires.
Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. âYouâre so dramatic.â
Franco chuckled, pulling her hands away and kissing her knuckles. âMaybe. But no one hits on my girl.â
âYour girl?â she teased, though her heart swelled at his words.
âMy girl,â he repeated firmly, leaning in to kiss her again, softer this time. âAnd donât you forget it.â
She sighed, shaking her head but smiling nonetheless. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love me for it,â he replied with a wink, taking her hand and leading her back toward the garage.
As they walked away, Y/N couldnât help but think that maybe his overprotectiveness wasnât so bad after all.
--
The small apartment they shared after the race weekend was quiet, but the tension between Franco and Y/N was palpable. The sun was setting, casting a soft glow through the windows, but it felt like their frustration was taking over the space. The argument had started over something as trivial as not putting the plates away after dinner, but it had escalated into something bigger, fueled by exhaustion and mounting stress.
âI told you to put the damn plates away,â Franco said, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. âHow hard is it to just finish something, Y/N? Itâs not that difficult.â
Y/N stood near the counter, her arms crossed tightly, her mind racing. âI was getting to it, Franco,â she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. âI donât need you to remind me. Iâve got other things going on too.â
Franco let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temples. âIâm not trying to be a jerk, but weâve been through this before. Itâs a simple thing. Why does it feel like everything I say to you gets brushed off?â
âItâs just plates, Franco,â Y/N muttered, exasperated. âNot everything has to be a lecture. I didnât mean to leave them out.â
Francoâs jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. âIâm not asking for much. I just want things to beââ
He raised his hand to scratch his head, the motion so simple, so habitual, but the second his hand moved toward his face, Y/N froze. A sharp, unexpected flashback hit her like a wave, her breath catching in her throat. She saw her fatherâs angry hand, raised high in a threatening gesture, and heard the harsh words that followed it.
Her body reacted before her mind could fully process the moment. She flinched violently, instinctively stepping back, her heart racing in panic. The room seemed to shrink around her, her chest tightening, and she could feel her breath becoming shallow.
Francoâs eyes widened in shock as he saw her reaction. âY/N?â His voice was laced with concern, but there was a thread of confusion in it too. He hadnât even come close to touching her, but he could see the way she was trembling, the way she had pulled away.
âI... Iâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes fixed on the ground. âI didnât mean to. I just... I thought...â She couldnât even finish her sentence, the rush of fear and shame overwhelming her.
Francoâs heart sank. His stomach dropped as he realized what had happened. He immediately dropped his hand, his face softening with realization and guilt.
âY/N...â he said, his voice breaking. He slowly stepped closer, cautiously, afraid to overwhelm her. âHey, look at me. Please, look at me.â
She shook her head, trying to push the image of her father out of her mind, but it was hard. The fear still lingered, her body still stiff with anxiety.
Francoâs heart shattered as he gently cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to form in her eyes. âI would never hurt you, Y/N,â he whispered, his voice cracking. âNever. Iâm not him. I would never do that to you.â
She blinked, her chest heaving with deep breaths as she processed his words. She knew he wasnât like himâshe knew thatâbut the reaction had been so ingrained in her, so automatic from years of living with the threat of violence.
âI didnât mean to...â Y/N whispered again, her voice raw, tears falling freely now. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have reacted like that. I know you would never hurt me.â
Franco wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, his expression soft but filled with immense sorrow. âI never want you to feel scared of me,â he said, his voice full of regret. âIâm so sorry if I made you feel like that for even a second. Youâre safe with me, always. I will never, ever raise my hand to you. Youâre everything to me.â
She finally met his eyes, her heart aching as she saw the pain in his gaze. âI know. I just... sometimes the past feels so close. Itâs hard to shake it.â
Franco pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair. âI donât want to remind you of anything from your past, Y/N. I just want you to feel loved. And safe. And Iâll do anything to make sure you feel that way.â
She closed her eyes, letting herself lean into him. âIâm sorry I overreacted,â she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest. âI just get so scared sometimes.â
Franco kissed the top of her head gently, squeezing her tightly. âItâs okay. Iâm here. Youâre not alone in this.â
After a few moments of silence, Y/N pulled back slightly, her fingers gently tracing his jawline. âIâm really tired, Franco,â she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable. âI donât even know why weâre fighting over plates.â
Franco smiled sadly, brushing his thumb across her lips. âWeâre both exhausted. Letâs just forget about the plates. I donât care about that. I care about you.â
Y/N nodded, her eyes softening as she reached up to touch his cheek. âMe too. Iâm sorry I snapped. Itâs just... itâs been a long weekend.â
âI get it,â Franco said with a quiet sigh. âWeâve both been under a lot of stress. But weâll be okay. We just need to take care of each other, okay?â
She smiled weakly, feeling the warmth of his embrace settle over her. âOkay.â
And in that moment, even though the argument had been small and silly, they both knew theyâd have to work through the bigger things too. But for now, they were together, and that was enough to make everything feel a little bit better.
--
The paddock was alive with energy, fans crowding near the barriers to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. Y/N was walking hand-in-hand with Franco, the noise around them blending into an indistinct hum. She had grown used to the excitement of race weekends but still found herself slightly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people.
As they passed by a cluster of fans, a girl lunged forward to get Francoâs attention, accidentally bumping into Y/N and causing her to stumble slightly.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry!â the fan exclaimed, her face flushing red as she stepped back, hands raised. âI didnât mean toââ
âItâs fine,â Y/N said quickly, brushing herself off with a smile. âReally, itâs no big deal.â
But Francoâs reaction was anything but calm. He immediately stepped in front of Y/N, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â he snapped, his voice sharp and loud enough to draw attention. âDo you not see her standing there? Be more careful!â
The fanâs eyes widened, and she looked genuinely distressed. âI didnât mean toââ
âShe said sheâs fine,â Franco cut her off, his tone still harsh. âBut maybe next time, watch where youâre going.â
âFranco,â Y/N said, tugging at his arm. âThatâs enough. Let it go.â
âShe couldâve hurt you,â he insisted, his protective glare fixed on the fan, who was now on the verge of tears.
âFranco,â Y/N said firmly, stepping around him. âShe apologized. It was an accident. Letâs just go.â
But he wasnât done. âAccident or not, people need to learn to respect boundariesââ
âThatâs enough!â Y/N snapped, her voice cutting through his.
The crowd had started to notice the commotion, and Y/N could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Franco standing there, stunned.
He quickly followed her, catching up as they entered a quieter area near the garages.
âY/N, wait!â he called out, grabbing her arm gently to stop her.
She spun around, her eyes blazing. âWhat is wrong with you? She didnât mean to push me, Franco! Why did you have to make a scene?â
âIâm not going to let anyone treat you like you donât matter!â he shot back, his voice rising.
âShe wasnât treating me like I donât matter! She made a mistake, and she apologized! You embarrassed herâand meâin front of everyone!â
âI donât care about them!â Franco yelled, running a hand through his hair. âI care about you!â
âYou care so much that youâre smothering me!â Y/N snapped, her voice trembling with frustration. âYou act like I canât handle anything on my own!â
Franco opened his mouth to respond but then stopped, his shoulders sagging. His face softened, and when he spoke again, his voice was quiet and shaky.
âI just want to protect you,â he said, his words breaking as they came out. âI wasnât there when you were a kid, Y/N. I couldnât stop the things that happened to you, and it kills me to know that you went through all of that alone. I just... I just want to make sure youâre safe and happy now.â
Y/N froze, her anger melting away as she saw the pain in his eyes.
âFranco,â she whispered, stepping closer to him.
âI know I go too far sometimes,â he continued, his voice cracking. âI know I embarrass you or make things worse. But I canât stand the thought of something happening to youâanything that hurts you. I just want to do right by you.â
Her heart clenched as she reached up to cup his face, forcing him to look at her. âFranco, Iâm okay. Iâm here, with you, and Iâm okay. You donât have to carry that guilt. Youâve already done more for me than anyone ever has.â
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. âIâm sorry for making a scene. I just... I panicked.â
âI know,â she said softly, pulling him into a hug. âBut you have to trust me to handle some things on my own, okay? Iâm not as fragile as you think.â
He held her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. âIâll try. Just... promise me youâll tell me if Iâm ever too much.â
Y/N smiled faintly, stroking his hair. âI promise. And for the record, I love how much you care. Even if it drives me crazy sometimes.â
He let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to look at her. âYou drive me crazy too, you know.â
âGood,â she teased, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. âKeeps things interesting.â
The tension between them finally dissipated as they stood there, holding onto each other. Franco knew heâd always have to find a balance between his protectiveness and her independence, but in that moment, all that mattered was that they were together.
--
Tonight, however, she feared his protectiveness would backfire.
The door creaked open, and Franco stepped in, shaking rain droplets from his jacket. His hair was damp, falling messily over his forehead, but his smile remained as he caught sight of her.
âHey, cariño,â he greeted, leaning down to kiss her forehead. âMissed you today.â
Y/N forced a smile. âWe need to talk.â
Franco froze mid-motion, his brows furrowing. He straightened, his warm demeanor replaced by concern. âWhat happened? Did someone say something to you again?â
She shook her head. âNo, itâs not that.â
He sat beside her, taking her hands in his. âThen what is it?â
Y/N took a deep breath. âI saw the article. The one where theyâre saying Iâm just with you for your fame. That Iâm riding your success.â
Francoâs jaw tightened. His grip on her hands remained gentle, but the protective fire in his eyes burned bright. âWho wrote it?â he asked, his voice low and sharp.
âIt doesnât matter, Franco,â she said, squeezing his hand. âWhat matters is how itâs affecting you. Youâre already dealing with so much pressure in F2, andââ
âNo.â Franco cut her off, his voice firm. âStop. Donât make this about me. This is about people attacking you, and thatâs not okay.â
âBut I donât want to be the reason youâre constantly defending yourself or fighting with the media,â she admitted, her voice cracking.
Franco shook his head, his hands moving to cradle her face. âY/N, listen to me. You are not a burden, and you are not a distraction. I donât care what anyone says. Youâre mine, and I will protect you.â
Tears welled up in her eyes. âButââ
âNo buts,â he interrupted. His voice softened as he kissed her forehead. âYouâve been through hell, Y/N. I know what your family put you through. Iâm not letting anyone else hurt you. Not the media, not some creep at a party, not even me when I screw up.â
Y/N let out a shaky laugh. âYouâre too good to me.â
âDamn right I am,â he teased, brushing a tear off her cheek.
Despite the tender moment, tension still lingered in the air. Franco sensed it, and his tone shifted. âWhatâs really bothering you?â
âIâm scared,â she admitted. âIâm scared that one day, this will be too much for you. That Iâll be too much for you.â
Franco leaned back, his expression hardeningânot in anger, but determination. âY/N, I need you to hear me loud and clear. This is not breaking us up.â
Her eyes widened at his intensity.
âWeâll fight, sure,â he continued. âWeâll have days where we annoy the hell out of each other. But leaving? Breaking up? Thatâs not happening. Not because of some stupid article or my career or your past. Do you understand me?â
She nodded slowly, overwhelmed by his unwavering resolve.
Franco sighed, his hands running through his damp hair. âI love you, Y/N. And when I say I love you, it means all of youâyour past, your fears, everything. So please, stop thinking youâre too much.â
She smiled softly, leaning into him. âOkay. Iâll try.â
âGood,â he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. âBecause Iâm not going anywhere.â
They sat like that for a while, the rain outside growing heavier. Francoâs phone buzzed on the coffee table, but he ignored it, choosing instead to hold Y/N closer.
âLetâs order pizza,â he said after a moment. âAnd after that, Iâm finding out who wrote that article. Theyâre going to regret ever mentioning your name.â
Y/N chuckled, finally feeling at ease. âAs long as you donât get yourself banned from the paddock.â
âNo promises,â Franco replied with a grin. âBut for you? Worth it.â
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spencer comforts you with facts and affection alike when you worry you aren't as pretty as the girls on his team. requested here. fem!reader, 1.6k
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Photographs can't accurately capture how beautiful Emily Prentiss is. JJ and Penelope are both gorgeous too, but it's Emily who startles you. Her hair a cool black colour and curled around her demure face, the line of her nose and her deep, dark eyes. Her lips, picture perfect and painted a soft pink.
The prettier you find her, the more your heart sinks.Â
Spencer squeezes your shoulder. It's bold for him to do so in front of his friends (his family, really), he can barely show you affection in the grocery store without turning rosy. You preen at the touch, but the feeling of insecurity remains like an irksome gnat zipping around your head.Â
"We didn't think we'd ever get to meet you!" Derek is saying, a casual arm thrown around Penelope's shoulders, a drink in hand.Â
Rossi couldn't attend and JJ felt too pregnant, bringing your party to a solid six. It still feels like a lot of people to meet at once.Â
You hold the flute of your glass in a nervous hand, fingers stickied by condensation. You have a feeling that you're in trouble, all these profilers assessing your behaviour, nowhere to hide. "No, I'm," âyou raise your voice to hide the funny tremor that's taken holdâ "so happy to meet you all, I promise I've been trying!"Â
"Whenever she gets time off, we're on a case," Spencer says.Â
Emily smiles widely at your statement. It's such an open, friendly look, it floors you. You look down at your drink and blink.Â
You don't know it, but the team exchanges glances at your behaviour.Â
"So, do you enjoy your work?" Emily asks. "Or hate it, like us?"
Hotch laughs and moves his pint glass onto a coaster. "I think it's safe to say that none of us hate our jobs."Â
"I wouldn't blame you if you did. I can't imagine how hard it is, how hard you all work," you say. Spencer's hand drifts down your back. "But you have each other."
Emily does this thing with her eyes and if you weren't in a happy relationship, you'd probably be a puddle at her feet. "Too much of each other," she says jokingly.
She's gorgeous, and Spencer sees her every single day? You're nothing compared to her. Not smart, not strong, and nowhere near as pretty. You could never measure up.Â
"Would you, um, excuse me?" you ask, moving your purse from your lap and onto the table.Â
"You okay?" Spencer asks, looking up as you stand.Â
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just gonna use the bathroom," you say quietly. You aren't, but if you were, you wouldn't really want to broadcast that anyhow.Â
You try not to wobble on the way to the bathroom. The weight of five pairs of eyes follows you as you leave, four of which are trained in the art of spotting lies. Everything isn't okay, and they know that, and by extension âall the effort you made tonight? Getting your hair done, your nicest clothes, your makeup and your perfume? It might as well be a huge blinking neon sign that says you're trying really hard, and it doesn't make a lick of difference.Â
You sidle into a stall, pulling the lid of the toilet down with a tissue and sitting on it heavily. Elbows on your knees, you hunch your back and hide your face in your hands, breathing in the smell of bleach through quick breaths. Water drips somewhere near the sinks, the cacophony of the restaurant hushed.Â
You've never felt naturally pretty. With Spencer, it hasn't ever mattered. He's never given any indication that he cares. ButâŠÂ
"Loser," you mutter to yourself.Â
"Hey, Y/N?" Spencer asks, his voice bouncing off of the tile.Â
You freeze. "Two seconds!"Â
"You're not really using the bathroom," he says incredulously.Â
"Says who?"
Spencer laughs, his tone wry, "I know you really well, you realise? Like, better than I know anyone else on the planet."
"Then you know I'm having an authentic pee and need my privacy."Â
"Come on out."Â
The ringing of the lock slotting free is like an announcement of your embarrassment. Spencer's standing a half a foot from the doorway, keeping his distance from the no man's land that is the ladies room. You're going to use it to your advantage, only he holds out his hand expectantly. When you take it, he pulls you out of the bathroom and firmly into the restaurant hallway.Â
You can't escape his concern, nor his hands as they cup your face unexpectedly.Â
They feel as nice as they look, deft fingers pressed to your skin like you're one of his puzzles to decipher.Â
"What upset you?" he asks.Â
"Nothing your friends did, I promise."Â
"But something." He smooths a hand down to your shoulders. He's not quite frenetic but certainly close to it, searching for a problem he won't find on the surface. "You're insecure about something," he deduces.Â
You cringe bodily. "I'm not."Â
"What is it? Is it your necklace? It really is nice, the colour goes with your skin. It's understated."Â
"It's not my necklace, Spence."Â
"Then what is it?"Â
"I justâŠ" You pull his hands from your neck and collar to hold them, looking up into his melty brown eyes wishing he weren't so hard to say no to. "Feel like you could do better."Â
He frowns. It's a pout, and endearing, but not what you want to see.Â
"I love being with you, I just think, you know, you're so handsome, and you have all these pretty friends," you say. Â
"You think you're not pretty?" he asks. He sounds gutted, if a little confused.Â
"Not like her." Your voice quivers.Â
The first time you got upset in front of Spencer, he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up putting an arm around your shoulder, your brand new boyfriend out of his depth. You've both had some practice at comforting one another now, and any hesitance Spencer held is gone. He wraps his arms around you like he's afraid you'll fall over, the crease of his stressed brow smushing against the side of your face.Â
"Don't think that. Why would you think that?" he asks quietly.Â
"I know I'm not pretty like some girls," you say, surprised by the ferocity of his reaction.Â
"You don't know that, because it's not true. You're beautiful." He squeezes your side between his fingers, something contemplative about the way his thumb curls upward. "Do you know how many books I've read?"Â
"Thousands."Â
He hums. A hand grasps at the back of your neck. "Thousands of books. I know so much, especially about the human body. I know that falling in love can make some people feel the same effects as cocaine. Staring into their eyes can synchronise your heartbeats." He encourages your head back. "Butterflies are adrenaline and when I look at you I can't get them to stop, even if I know it's chemical." Spencer's eyes are lit with something you don't often see directed at you, a furious conviction. "What we think we know isn't always fact, so if you think you're not prettyâŠ" He nods his head gently to the left. "There's only really one thing left to do."Â
Your heart feels like it's being juiced. "What's that?" you ask.Â
He grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. Fingertips to his breastbone, he holds it flat. Sure enough, even through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, you can feel the rapid capering of his pulse.Â
"It's like that pretty much any time I look at you."Â
"SpenceâŠ"Â
"I know it's bad," he says.
"Are you messing with me?"
"Yeah, I did a lap before I came to find youâ No!" He laughs, giving you an admonishing look. "Why would I mess with you? How could I?"Â
"I don't know."Â
He dips in to kiss your frown. "You're so pretty," he whispers. "So, so pretty. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, no matter what you think."Â
You don't believe that you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, but you believe that he believes it. He has no reason to lie to you, nothing to gain. He could've said, Hey, you're pretty, and left it at that. He could've been angry with you for leaving the table for something some people would say was superficial. But Spencer's your sweetheart.Â
"Do you want to go home, angel?" he asks, looking at you worriedly.Â
"No." You don't even have to think about it âyou've done enough thinking. "I don't want to go home. Sorry, Spencer. I feel better." And you'll stay out all night if he's going to call you angel again.Â
"Well, let me know if you need me to tell you again."Â
The chances of you surviving such an ardent speech a second time are low. "I won't be doing that."Â
Spencer shrugs. "You'll let me know, even if you don't think so. You have a tell when you're upset."Â
You spend the rest of the night making up for your disruption (which Spencer's friends immediately dismiss without questioning), shepherding the crisper curly fries on to Spencer's plate because he likes them that way, and begging him to tell you what your tell is with subtle pleading glances and a hand on his knee. Nothing inappropriate, but affectionate nonetheless.Â
He doesn't tell you no matter how much you ask, and maybe it's the drinks or the way the scone light kisses his cheeks in a warm buttery light, you can't find it in you to be mad.Â
"Keep your secrets," you say, chin tilted upward. You're failing to glare at him, too much love in your eyes for it to be believable.Â
"You're beautiful," he says back, mirroring your expression playfully, before leaning down for a chaste kiss.Â
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can you open up the door?
summary: you guys hated each other, so why does your heart feel broken when you see him with another girl?
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
a/n: i feel like i'm running out of ideas to write, please request anything! i absolutely love writing for jude and would love to hear what you wanna see/read :) anywho, enjoy my loves!
jude felt like he was on a high. winning the final cup with real madrid had been a dream come true. now, he gets to go home and relax before playing in the euro 2024 competition. although, going home also meant seeing the one person he dislikes. you and jude had a long history of hating/disliking each other. it was hard because of how much time you guys spend together, being that you not only shared the same friend group but the same best friend as well.
"you know jude is coming home, right?" trent says to you, while you rolled your eyes.
"yes yes, i know already. i promise to be on my best behavior," you attempted to give him your best smile. it only made the boy laugh at how you tried to hide your annoyance.
"why don't you guys like each other again? i feel like the two of you would be perfect together. a proper power couple if you ask me."
"never say that again. i wouldn't be caught-" before you could even finish your thought, jude comes through trent's door.
"daddy's home," you groaned at jude's crude language. upon hearing the groan, jude locks eyes with you. have you always been this pretty? somehow prettier than the last time he saw you. jude rids the thought out of his head and turns his attention to trent. they shared a hug before jude takes his seat right across from you on the other couch.
"you didn't tell me that you invited the yapper."
"and he didn't tell that the dickhead was coming. so i guess we're in the same boat," you crossed your arms to your chest and glared at jude.
"guys can we not start?"
"he literally started it first! i was here way before he came in and interrupted things."
"well guess who was in trent's life first? oh right, it was me. you're just some outsider that thinks she fits in but you don't."
you weren't sure why that hurt your feelings as much as it did. maybe because deep down, you felt like he was right. you moved from america to england for college as an exchange student and landed a job working for england's football team as their photographer. it's where you met trent and jude.
"you're such an asshole jude," you tried to ignore the stinging in your chest, as you packed up your stuff and getting ready walk to your apartment.
Jude began to feel guilty for obviously hurting your feelings. he doesn't know why he says what he says. it just comes out but he thinks that this time it was too far. trent had told him about how you felt a bit lonely sometimes being that you weren't from england, and here he had used it against you.
"dude," trent looks to jude with disappointment, as the door slams closed behind you.
"i know, i'm sorry. i don't know why i said it."
"why don't you guys get along?"
"i'm not even sure anymore. we just continue to hurt one another."
-
it's been weeks since you had last spoken to jude or trent. avoiding the both of them like the plague, pretending that you won't be leaving with them to germany in exactly two days. today, jobe had texted you that he was throwing a going away party for the three of you. you tried desperately tried to get out of going but the younger boy wasn't having it.
so you went, unfortunately. dressing in a black mini dress with the black red bottoms you saved up to purchase for graduation. finishing the look off with a red handbag. the loud music from the club greeted you, while you walked in.
"you made it!" jobe yells over the music, after seeing you walk in. you smiled and gave him a hug. it never made sense to you that jude's brother was nicer to you than he was.
"did i actually have a choice?"
"no."
"exactly," the two of you burst out into laughter, which caught jude's ears. he won't admit it to anyone but he knew your laugh like the back of his hand. it was one of things he liked about you.
"are you excited to leave for germany?"
"honestly, yes and no."
"why the no?" jobe leaned in closer to whisper, "anything to do with my brother?"
"no."
"i know when you're lying. it definitely has something to do with jude! why don't you guys just kiss and make up," you gasp at jobe and slapped his shoulder.
"news flash, we don't like each other. plus, i would never kiss him nor date him," you replied, causing the younger boy to roll his eyes.
jude overhead everything. would it really be so bad if you were to date him? he wasn't sure why that left a sour note in body but he was determined to not let it bother him. instead, deciding to occupy his time with the first pretty girl he saw. just to further deny those hidden feelings. to get over someone, might as well get under someone new.
-
"you've been avoiding me," you looked to find trent taking the seat next to you on the couch.
"i've simply been busy."
"doing what? moping?"
"hey, i don't mope."
"so what are you doing right now?"
"people watching." trent followed your line of vision, finding that you were looking at jude engaged in a conversation with a pretty girl. you watched as he moved closer to her, causing her to giggle and place a hand on his arm.
"you have feelings for jude." you quickly shake your head in defense.
"no i don't."
"stop lying to yourself. you guys are both attracted to each other but don't know how to act on it. you guys spent at least two years pretending to hate one another, why?"
"i don't know."
"but you do. just tell me why. i'm your best friend." somehow, your heartbeat felt as if it were louder than the music. you do remember why you originally started to dislike him but you've never said anything.
"it's because i overheard a conversation between the two of you. we were already friends but it was the day you were going to introduce me to jude. i heard him say 'she will never be on my level or in my league'." you felt your eyes water as you brought up the same awful feelings you felt back then.
"y/n that's not what he meant. you didn't hear the rest of conversation."
"whatever, i don't care." you pick up your handbag and stand to leave. the saltiness of the tears falling onto your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. trent stands up with you, trying to offer some sort of comfort that you didn't want. it was embarrassing enough to cry over someone that wouldn't even give you a second thought.
"i think i'm going to go home."
"y/n."
"i'm fine trent. please let me go," you whisper, not being able to look up from your heels. he nods at you and you take that cue to leave. rushing out of the loud atmosphere to the quiet outside air. jude's eyes follow your figure as you rushed out. immediately, he ignores the girl he was flirting with to follow you outside. you notice a tug on your arm, turning around you see the last person you wanna see.
"jude, i'm not in the mood."
"what's wrong?"
"why would i tell you? go flirt with the girl you were just with."
"well something is wrong with you and i want to make sure you're okay."
"why do you even care? i'm just an outsider trying desperately to fit in, right?" you watched as jude's mouth opens and closes, with furrowed brows, you scoffed.
"exactly. goodnight jude," you took one more look at him before getting into your uber that happened to show up at the right time.
jude walks back into the club with an angry expression on his face. he was more mad at himself rather than anyone in specific. he walks to trent, who was sitting in the same spot, nursing the same drink.
"please tell me what happened. i knew she was okay and then i seen her walk out."
"i totally knew it. you guys have feelings for each other!"
"trent."
"she was looking at you with the girl at the bar and finally told me why you guys don't like each other. turns out, it was complete miscommunication. y/n overheard you say 'she'll never be on my level or in my league'. i tried telling her that you didn't mean it like that but she didn't want to hear it."
the realization dawned on Jude as he thought back to that day. trent showed him one picture and he swore that he could have fallen in love right there. you had mixed his words up to rejection rather than realizing he meant that you were too good for him. maybe he could have worded it differently. you guys certainly wouldn't be in this mess now. would you guys be wrapped up in the same bed sheets whispering to each other? would you be at his football matches in madrid? would you visit him and let him show you around? a whole year he's played on the team and a whole year you could have already been his.
-
you were relaxed in your bed, having criminal minds in the background. the only sort of comfort you could find. stupid feelings and stupid jude. you wanted the floor to swallow you whole and then maybe you wouldn't have to deal with this.
a knock on the door draws your attention. who would be knocking at two o'clock in the morning? you get up from your bed, walking into the living room towards the door. you opened the door, finding Jude standing there with a small smile.
"what do you want?"
"to talk."
"no," you closed the door before the boy could say anything else. jude takes this sign to keep knocking, instead of just leaving.
"open the door. please, just hear me out and I'll leave you alone afterwards." you leaned your head on the door debating on letting him in.
"open up the door. i'm not leaving until you do." you finally open the door after two minutes, afraid that the knocking was going to bother your apartment neighbors. you pulled him inside and closed the door once again.
"what do you-"
"you have it all wrong. what you overheard was wrong. i meant that you looked like you were too good for me. that i didn't even deserve to try and win you over. how could you ever think differently? you are the prettiest girl i've ever known-"
"jude."
"i was only rude to you because that's what you did to me when we first met. there are so many things i wish i did differently. i could be the one kissing your tears away and not causing them. you're not an outsider, far from it actually-"
"jude!" you finally got the boys attention, locking eyes with him. you couldn't believe that your feelings were returned. all the time that was wasted. without a second thought, you pulled his shirt collar and kissed him. your lips molded together perfectly. a sudden eagerness that made the kiss more intense. jude's hand slipping under your pajama top, to touch your bare skin trying feel closer to you. you pulled away first, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.
"i'm so sorry sweetheart. i didn't mean of it." jude swipes away the tears that fell from your eyes.
"i'm sorry too."
"you have nothing to apologize for. it's my fault."
"it takes two to tango jude. i've said some pretty awful stuff too and i'm sorry."
"where do we go from here? what do you truly want y/n? if you want to pretend this never happened, i'll comply." his eyes trailing your face for some sort of sign.
"i just want you."
"you have me baby. you always have," jude whispers, before connecting your lips together once more.
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham angst
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Hi luv! Can you please do some headcanons of ghost having a civilian wife who is an absolute RAY of sunshine, but he keeps the fact that heâs married a secret even from 141. And when they do find out theyâre just like??? How??? Sheâs like so cute???
yes ugh, soft!ghost has my heart, he'd be such a cutie obsessed with his wife, I love this, also obsessed with gossipy Soap and Gaz, they'd be so invested in Ghost's life
warnings: none just fluff
You and Simon had been married 3 years, meeting 5 years ago while he was on leave back home and you were visiting family
You bumped into him on accident after losing all sense of direction on a back street.
He was intrigued because most people are frightened by his outward appearance, but you just smiled at him apologizing profusely.
He had awkwardly asked for your number and you gave it to him, going on a few dates before he fell madly in love with you. Completely enamoured with your smile and personality, always giggling and happy, a stark contrast to how he usually was.
You made him see things in a softer light, constantly dragging him to farmerâs markets and gardens, he followed your every whim, just happy to spend time with you.
He had proposed a year after the two of you became official, deciding he couldnât go another day without being married to you.
A week after the proposal he had to deploy, it broke his heart to leave you but it made him even more eager to come back to you.
You knew most of what his job consisted of, he spared you the more gory parts as they always made you squeamish. The two of you making it a rule to keep your relationship secret, even from the rest of the team.
After you married he made a point of calling you every day from base just to check in, even though heâd see you right as soon as he got home.
On a particularly difficult mission, Simon had gotten hit in the head, his helmet knocked off and thrown to the dirt, a small piece of paper falling out.
Soap rushed over to him to make sure he was okay, noticing the small paper and grabbing at it as Simon reached to tear it from his hands. It was a photo of you, hair messy from the wind, skin glowing from the sun outside, bright smile plastered on your face as you smiled at your husband behind the camera.
âLt haveâya a lass,â Soap asked, dodging Ghostâs attempts to retrieve the photo. âTell me and Iâll give it backâ. Sick of Soaps games Ghost submits. âSheâs my wifeâ
Word spread quickly through the team on behalf of Soapâs loudmouth, all the men rushing to question Ghost about his secret relationship.
âNo shot you married her, sheâs so.. Cute? Smiley? And youâre soâ Gaz is cut off by Simonâs dark stare.
All the men pestered Ghost about meeting you as he continued to decline, Price offering a simple âcongratulations sonâ
One day you came to base to drop off some gear that Simon forgot at home, immediately greeted by Soap. âNo wayâ he says, stepping towards you with open arms, pulling you into a hug. You hug him back confused. âSorry, have we metâ âNo but Iâve heard a lot about you lassâ
Simon rushes out of the base practically tearing Soap off you, giving him a warning with a quiet stare as you tug on his jacket, reaching on your toes to lift his mask slightly, planting a kiss to his lips and smiling before handing him the bag of gear which he takes before running a hand softly over your back.
âThis is so strangeâ Soap responds taken aback by the sight of you two, one tall and brooding, face covered by a skull mask and the other a practical ray of sunshine, wearing a long flowing dress that leaves the top of your chest open to the breeze.
âI will say, youâre much prettier in person, the picture doesnât do justiceâ âThatâll doâ Simon warns as you giggle.
Against Simonâs wishes you invite the team over for a dinner, the weather was too nice to not eat outside as you got to meet each member, learning more about them than Simon would ever tell you.
âIâm sorry it just makes no sense,â Gaz says as you quirk an eyebrow in question. âI just mean youâre so nice, and the Lieutenant is so dauntingâ you laugh, âtrust me, heâs not so scary with the mask off,â He bows his head in embarrassment as you break down his strict facade.
âSo what do you two even do? Gasp does Lt cuddle?â Soap asks almost giggling, Simon swears that he could kill Johnny right there. You spare a glance at your husband before meekly nodding in Soapâs direction as he and Gaz are taken in a fit of laughter, you shrug your shoulders in a silent sorry to Simon.
The team made it a tradition to now show up at your home at least once a week to have dinner and some drinks, or just play some board games, intent on getting to know you better, almost punishing Ghost for keeping you a secret.
Cleaning up dinner Simon slides behind you wrapping you in a hug, a small show of affection he had been holding off on while the team was in view. âYouâre telling them too muchâ As he kisses the base of your neck, you turn your body to him, âItâs nice to get to know them, I like seeing you around your friendsâ he scoffs as the term, then thinks about it shit maybe we are friends.
The time spent after at work Simon was constantly pestered about when heâd make Price and Soap uncles while Gaz had proclaimed himself as your future childâs fairy godmother.
Simon grew tired of the constant interrogation but felt like a weight was off his chest finally being able to be open about your relationship, though heâd never let the team hear the pet names you call him in private, nor would he let them in on the more tender moments of your time spent together.
The team always telling him that he was nicer when you visited or called him, always nagging to see pictures of the two of you (there were barely any, maybe one where he didn't have his mask on but it was kept secure in the house), and wanting to know when you'd visit.
Ghost was relieved that the team was so nice to you, he'd kill them for even saying a bad word, but he wasn't surprised given your ability to get along with almost everyone, always stopping to say good morning to people on the streets.
They teased him for days after you dropped him off some lunch one time, he had acted angry but he loved the domesticity of your lives, he loved seeing you in his office, a bright figure in such a beige world, he couldn't help the smile that crept on his face at the mere thought of you.
So the two of you welcomed the team into your lives, enjoying the company after living rather solitary. Spilling secrets with Soap and Gaz as Price and Simon looked on, Price with a small smirk on his face, happy that Simon finally found the love he deserved, while Simon sat unamused at Soap's jokes.
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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and Iâll write a drabble
AHHHHH CONGRATS CONGRATS CONGRATS
how about like secret royalty, like very princess diaries-esque, with sirius???? he's basically royalty anyway, so either him or reader suddenly entering his world would be so cute
Thanks lovely <3
prince!Sirius x princess!reader ⥠1.2k words
With the early arrival of the visiting king, the uproar the palace (Youâre actually not sure what youâre supposed to call this place. Castle? Mansion? Home? (You really hope youâre not supposed to call it home, that seems awfully quick.)) has been in since your arrival triples in severity. Your grandmother completely disappears, the nice older man whoâs been showing you around goes with her, and when no one wants to take on the problem of the new and completely untrained princess, youâre shooed into the nearest sitting room to wait things out.Â
âWell, this has to have been a mistake.â
You give a start, turning in place to find a young man stretched out like a cat on a settee by the window. He has longish, dark hair that spills like ink over the green upholstery and cunning eyes that are narrowed curiously on you despite his disinterested countenance.
âOr I suppose maybe your teamâs just stashed you here the same way my fatherâs stashed me,â he says, and the voice that emerges from that small, pretty mouth is just as smooth he looks like it would be, self-assured and infused with an accent that speaks to a privileged upbringing. âI donât imagine theyâd like knowing their new pet is cavorting with her equals so early on.â An untrustworthy smile curves his lips. âCould be fun. Should we ring for food?âÂ
You have half a dozen questions, but what makes it out is, âPet?âÂ
The boy tilts his head, giving you a knowing look. âYouâre an unhousebroken puppy, sweetheart.â His eyes dip to the dress theyâd put you in this morning, skimming their way back up to your face and leaving goosebumps in their wake. âA very pretty one, but as far as royals are concerned, an embarrassment. From what I hear, thatâs hardly your fault, though.âÂ
You sit a cautious distance away from him, on a parallel couch. The afternoon sunlight spills over the top of his settee and hits your eyes, but you bear it rather than move.Â
A week ago, a couple of days even, you wouldnât have been able to make eye contact with someone like this. But though this boy is prettier and speaks more brashly than nearly anyone youâve come across, youâve grown remarkably used to novelty since being sat down in front of relatives you didnât know to be told that you were heir to a country youâd never heard of. One upside to the chaos of the last few days is, you suppose, it might be making you braver.Â
âWho are you?â you ask.Â
âOh, my god.â He smiles, seemingly delighted. âYou really are brand new, arenât you? Iâm not trying to sound arrogant,â he says at your flustered look, âitâs just weâre usually trained to know important people before we ever meet them. Itâs not every day I come upon someone who actually has no idea who I am.âÂ
A little laugh trips off your tongue. You tell him, âYouâre not making your not-arrogant point very well.â
âWell, I never said I wasnât arrogant.â That dastardly grin again, slicing across his face like a weapon. âI said I didnât want to sound arrogant. Iâve been told it doesnât make a very polite first impression.â He stands, graceful limbs unfurling, and starts for the door. âIâm Sirius. Are you hungry?âÂ
You nod dazedly as he crosses the room, and itâs only then that you realize heâs wearing a suit. Or, parts of one. The jacket and tie have been cast off, hung over the arm of the settee, but heâs still wearing the pants (thank god) and a dress shirt that appears blue in the light but otherwise is so dark it might be black.Â
Sirius opens the door, murmuring to someone outside. When heâs done, he heads for you instead of the settee. Kicks his shoes off and settles in across from you, legs crossed underneath him like youâre at a sleepover. You decide to follow suit, turning to face him and trusting the length of your dress to protect you from scandal as you tent your knees in front of you.Â
âThatâs better,â Sirius says, and his eyes look different with the light cutting across them. Before, theyâd been in shadow, but now theyâre the color of heavy clouds, a faint bluish hue brought out by his dress shirt. âYou looked stunning with the light on your face, but youâre even lovelier when youâre not squinting. I asked for someone to bring us chicken nuggets, is that alright? Youâre not vegetarian, are you?âÂ
Youâre surprised at the choice, but that quickly gives way to relief. You feel a smile tugging at your lips at the banal normalcy of it. After the five-course dinner youâd had the night before that had tormented your unrefined stomach for hours afterwards, chicken nuggets sound like a dream.Â
âThatâs good,â you reply, and Sirius returns your smile with feeling. âWho were you talking to out there?âÂ
âA member of my detail is just outside the door,â he explains airily, as if security details are something everyone has and talks about on a routine basis. Your astonishment must show on your face, because he raises a slender eyebrow. âYou donât have one? I suppose not every kingdom does. Or, if you havenât left the palace, you might not have met yours yet.âÂ
âYou said your name was Sirius.âÂ
âI did.âÂ
âBut you didnât say your last name.âÂ
Siriusâ lips twist wryly. âI did not.âÂ
Maybe itâs his own audacious manner, but you feel like you can be straightforward with him. âWhy not?âÂ
He shrugs and lists sideways, leaning his shoulder against the back of the couch. âMaybe Iâm still enjoying the novelty of you. I donât often get to talk to people without all the genteel manners and button-up-ed-ness.âÂ
You tilt your head. âYouâre one of the Black family, arenât you?âÂ
Sirius nods, looking unsurprised youâve figured it out. Itâs obvious heâs royal, so it really wasnât that far a leap. He doesnât look like any of the family youâve met so far, and the only other royals are the ones visiting.
âSo does that make you the kingâs son?âÂ
âThere are two of us, actually.â He mirrors you, tilting his head so itâs resting against the couch. âBut Iâm the oldest, so I get to go on all the fun trips.âÂ
You feel your lips twist again. âYeah, you seem like youâre having a blast.âÂ
âOh, let there be no misunderstanding, doll.â He straightens, looking you in the eye. It feels like being under a spotlight, and itâs all you can do not to look away. Sirius grins. âThis is my fun face. Iâm having a far better time with you than I have at any of these things in years.âÂ
âOh.â You canât help it now, and your gaze flees down to the skirt of your dress. You take a bit of the fabric between your fingers, distracting yourself with the extraordinary silkiness of it. âWell, happy to help. Maybe while your family is here our paths will cross again.âÂ
You look up, and his expression has softened into something nearing genuine. âIâll be sure that they do,â he says.
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What are we? - J. Marino
pairing: John Marino x Hughes!reader
summary: You transferred to New York for university and John caught your eye but the problem is that he's your brothers teammate
warning: none
words: 1.3k
note: based on another great request from @toasttt11, sending all my love to you pookieđ©·
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You, as your twin brother Luke, were going to the same University in Michigan. When he left to play for the New Jersey Devils, you were afraid that youâre gonna be feeling left out in Ann Arbor but there was a great opportunity for you and your fellow colleagues. Your major had an application to exchange students to New York and you applied. Luckily for you, your grades were enough to transfer you there.Â
Jack and Luke told you that you can live with them in New Jersey but you didnât want that. Spending an hour travelling from their apartment to your university was the last thing you wanted. Thatâs why youâve decided to stay in a dorm but on weekends, you were visiting them. Obviously, you were going to their every home game. During the home opener, Luke met you with the team and one of the guys caught your eye.Â
âHi, Iâm Y/N and you areâŠ?â You felt brave to make a move on him. Confidence was your strong personality trait.
âIâm John. Wait, are you Hughesâ sister?â He asked you.
âYeah. In fact, Iâm Lukeâ twin sisterâ You laughed.
âOh so youâre the famous sister that is smarter than these two togetherâ John chuckled and pointed at your brothers bringing their attention.Â
âYup, thatâs exactly me and even smarter than Quinnâ You joked.
âSmarter and prettierâ You blushed at Johnâ words.Â
Youâve been chatting with him a little longer until your brothers pulled you out of him. It was friday night which means youâre spending the weekend with them. Luke, as your twin, could read you like an open book and he knew that someone caught your eye by your nonchalant behaviour. He didnât bring this up, knowing that Jack is protective over you.Â
With every home game, you and John became closer with each other. Luck was on your side because he was one of the guys to leave the locker room after the game as first when it took your brothers forever to get ready. You two were having a conversation about every topic you could think of. You started falling for him because he was smart and incredibly hot.Â
In December, Luke took you to a teamâ Christmas party but instead of staying by his or Jack's side, you were chatting with John. You two spent the whole evening talking about life and joking about hockey. It felt so natural for the two of you to talk without feeling judgemental just like you knew each other forever. John was impressed that despite being 6 years younger, you were well spoken.Â
At the next games, you started flirting with John. You didnât feel ashamed about that. Your crush on him was huge and wanted to prove to him that he also had a crush on you. You didnât know if he had but you wished for that. To your brothers surprise, you started coming to the games in dresses with flawless makeup. You never did that until now.Â
John seeing you all dressed up started falling for you. He loved the conversations you two always had but now, he started seeing you in a different light. Not as the sister of his teammates but as a love interest. Although, heâs been conflicted. He really liked you but you were the sister of his teammates and you are 6 years younger.Â
In free time, John was visiting you in a dorm. You two finally left the hockey arena and started hanging out as friends. With each trip to New York, he was obsessed with you. You were a genuine person who never saw him like a player but as a person. He was searching for a girl like that for a long time and now, he finally found it.Â
You kept your mouth shut and said nothing to your brothers. Luke was asking you tons of questions about your love life but you knew that itâs not the right moment to tell him that you have a crush on their teammate.
âOh câmon, there has to be someone in your lifeâ Luke said.
âI swear, thereâs no one!âÂ
âI donât believe you. Youâre happier than ever. The last time you were that happy was with your exâÂ
âIâm just enjoying the New York life, thatâs allâ You shrugged.Â
You and John were spending a lot of time together. It got to the point that you were ditching on your brothers during weekends to spend them with John in his apartment. You knew this was wrong to lie to Luke but you didnât want to say anything until you and John settled things down. None of you brought up the conversation about what you two are, simply just enjoying each otherâs company.Â
You were showing up to the games and with time, everyone could tell that thereâs chemistry between you and John. After games, he was the only one you hugged except your brothers. You always talked with him even when your brothers were around. You two lived in a bubble trying to cover the feelings you have, always saying that youâre just friends.Â
One night, you were laying on Johnâ couch when he went for a drink.
âWhat are we?â He casually said.
âI donât understand?âÂ
âWhat are we? Weâre not friends because friends donât sleep in each other's bed and donât cuddle on the couch but weâre also not in a relationship so what are we?âÂ
âI donât know. What do you want us to be?â You sat up and looked at him. He stood in the kitchen pouring his drink into the glass.
âI would love to have you as my girlfriend but I donât know. Donât get me wrong, youâre great but you're the sister of my teammatesâŠâ He took a sip and continued. âPlus, Iâm 27 while youâre 21â
âIs this all about?â You stood up and walked to him. âYou donât want to date me because Luke and Jack are my brothers and Iâm 21?â You laughed. You couldnât believe his words. âDonât be an idiot Johnny. If you feel something to me, the last priority for you should be my age especially that Iâm adult and to who I am related toâ
âEasier say than doâ Hu muttered. âI donât want to ruin the dynamic, especially that me and Luke are together in defenceâÂ
You grabbed his face and kissed him. âNow⊠You still donât want to date me?â You looked at him with a smirk.
âYouâre impossible womanâ He placed hands on your hips and pulled you into another kiss.
You two started dating. It was like a dream come true and John was a perfect man for you. You decided that itâs not the right time to break the news to your brothers so you were sneaking around. Everyone saw that you two were flirty but now, when you became a couple it felt weird.Â
Your graduation was three days before the end of the season party. You and John decided to show up together as a couple. This was perfect timing knowing that both of you closed a certain chapter in your lifes. You walked with John holding each other's hands. The first to notice was Luke.
âI knew it! Jack you owe me $100â He screamed and you two stood there confused.
âWhat?â You decided to finally ask.
âOh please, youâre not as sneaky as you thought. I was suspecting you going out with Johnnyâ He shrugged.Â
âSo youâre not mad?â John spoke.
âI know I should be but seeing this short one happy is important to me and sheâs happy with youâ Luke placed hand on Johnâ shoulder. âBut break her heart and Iâm gonna break youâ He slapped his shoulder and left.Â
With the party going on, you found out that the whole team was thinking that you and John are dating and it was no shock for anyone that youâre actually together.Â
âWell, it wasnât as bad as I thoughtâ You said.
âI guess weâre terrible at acting. Everyone knew, literally everyoneâ John chuckled.
âGood thing that we donât have to hide it anymoreâ You kissed his lips when you heard.
âI know I said Iâm happy but I donât want to see you kissing himâ Luke screamed and made you and John laugh.
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