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hyunjincanraptoo · 2 months ago

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omfg the prompts ????!!! wake shakespeare up rn his ass needs to see this 🤓☝️

i SWEAR tried to pick one only but cough cough...

im begging u 6, 13, 14, 16 pleaseeeeeee 🥺

muchos te quieros ❤️❤️ (idk im not dora)

Hola, cariño! Omg you are making me blush with all these compliments 🤭 Tysm hihi. I will write the other prompts in separate posts and you can find number 6 here. También te queiro 💜 Voy a mejorar mi español para hablar contigo (no sé quién eres, pero it's okay haha).

Prompt 16: Sharing the sleeping bag while camping

Prompt list— open

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, friends to lovers

Alexa, play Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

The fire was already fading, its embers glowing faintly. Everyone was starting to retreat into their tents, voices fading into the quiet hum of the woods. You pulled Jeongin’s sweater tighter around yourself, the sleeves swallowing your hands.

“Are you cold?”, he asked, sitting beside you.

You looked at him, “I'm literally freezing. More than Jack Dawson”

Jeongin laughed, “You’re so dramatic. Good thing you’ve got my sweater”

“Honestly at this point, I might need your whole body heat”

You didn’t mean it to come out like that but as usual, he just laughed it off, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“Be careful”, he murmured, “I might accept that offer”

You looked away, suddenly aware of how warm your cheeks were despite the cold air

Rolling your eyes, you said, “It’s not an offer”

But when it came time to sleep, the joke turned into reality.

No one knew how it happened, but there’d been a mix up. Jeongin’s pack had been missing some gear and only one sleeping bag was left— yours. The others were already claimed, and there was no room in anyone else’s tent. Jeongin scratched the back of his neck when he realized.

“I can just sleep in my hoodie, no big deal”

“No, you can’t. Don’t be an idiot”, you cut in, already unzipping the bag, “You’ll wake up with pneumonia. Get in. Just… don’t be weird”

He paused, “I’m never weird”

You both knew that was a lie, but neither of you said it.

It was cramped. The kind of cramped that left no space between your bodies so you had his chest pressed against your back, his legs curled behind yours. And it was warm. Like, really warm. Despite that, it was still very very cold, and you couldn’t help but shiver uncomfortably against his body. And you could feel the way his breath hitched when you did that.

But then

You shifted slightly, and you felt it— he hard pressed against your lower back.

Immediately, your body went stiff. And of course he noticed it. Without moving, he whispered in your ear.

“…You’re making it really hard to sleep”. Yeah, you could tell something was hard in there.

You gulped, “B-because it’s tight in here?”

“No”, he said, and you could feel him smirking against your skin, “Because you’re shivering and squirming against me like that”

You didn’t answer.

Then in a low, concerned tone, he asked, “Are you still cold?”

“A little, yes”, you murmured, trying not to let your voice shake.

“Can I help?”, his hand found your hip, gently, “I’ll stop if you say no”

Your heart started to pound, “Jeongin…”

“Just let me warm you up”, he said, “Nothing crazy. Just… a friend helping another friend”

Unable to think straight, you easily agreed. Maybe it was your frozen neurons. Or maybe you just craved him.

His hand slid under the sweater slowly, splaying his finger over your stomach. The touch was light, careful, but it made heat build up between your legs. You couldn’t stop the tiny sound that escaped you.

“Are you okay?”, he whispered.

You nodded.

Then he pressed closer, hips aligning with yours, the full length of him tucked against your ass now. You could tell exactly how hard he was. It pulsed against you, unashamedly.

“I’ve wanted to be this close to you for so long”, he said, voice thick with lust, like he had been holding back for a while.

You turned your head slightly, “Then why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me like this”

You breath faltered, “Well, I do”

His hand moved lower, “Then let me take care of you”.

You let him.

And the moment your hips pressed back into his, the tension shattered like broken glass.

His hand slid from your stomach to your thigh, tracing the curve of it through the fabric of your sleeping shorts. His breath brushed over the back of your neck, hot and shaky.

“Your body is perfect”, he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your neck, “I knew it’d be like this”

You closed your eyes, feeling the way he touched you— it wasn’t rushed, it was careful. Like he was savoring the way your body melted against his. Jeongin’s hips rolled slowly into yours, the thick length of him grinding between your ass cheeks, making you whimper.

“Jeongin…”

“You feel that?”, he murmured, letting you feel all of him through the layers of fabric, “Been like this since the second I got into this damn sleeping bag”

You reached back, hand sliding down his thigh, then between your bodies until you could palm him against his boxers. His breath hitched, hips jerked forward.

“Damn”, he groaned.

“Are you okay back there, Innie?”, you teased him

“You can’t do that and expect me to be okay“

You smiled, drunk on the feeling of him— flushed and desperate behind you.

He nudged your sleep shorts down with a shaky hand, just enough to expose the curve of your ass. Then his fingers slipped between your legs, stroking you over your underwear, and he hissed when he felt how soaked you already were.

“Shit… you’re dripping”

“It’s your fault”, you whispered back.

He laughed softly, mouth dragging down your neck, “Can I take them off?”

“Yes, fuck…”

Everything felt hotter in the small space of the sleeping bag, like the world had shrunk to just your bare skin, his fingers sliding through your folds, your swallowed moans…

Suddenly, he pushed into you from behind. You gasped, hand reaching back to clutch at his leg. He filled you completely until your body trembled from the stretch.

“F-fuck”, he groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, “You’re so tight”

Then he started to move in tender thrusts, hips grinding against yours, skin slapping softly in the dark tent. His arm curled around your waist, holding you close, keeping you close.

“Does that feel good?”, he whispered.

You couldn’t speak. So you just whimpered as he angled his hips just right and hit the spot that made your toes curl.

He kept the pace deep and unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be. His mouth pressed to your shoulder, teeth dragging lightly over your skin.

“You wrap around me so perfectly”, he growled, thrusting deeper, “I can’t believe we waited this long”

You pushed back into him, moaning, “Don’t stop… please”

“I won’t”

You could feel your orgasm building already, every slow grind of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.

And then it hit you.

Your body tensed, thighs shaking as you came around him, squeezing down so tight his breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck… shit…”, he gasped, hips stuttering, cock twitching inside you, “Oh my god, you’re clenching too hard… I’m gonna…”

Your voice was ragged, urgent, “Not inside. Please, not inside”

He groaned, high and wrecked, burying his face in your neck as he fought every instinct screaming at him to let go right there, “Shit…fuck… I’m trying… I’m trying…”

He pulled out at the last second, trembling with the effort, and his cock pulsed against your ass as he spilled all over your skin— hot, thick strands trailing your lower back, dripping down over the curve of your ass.

His hand clenched tight on your waist as he came, breath hitched and broken against your shoulder.

For a second, all he could do was stare.

“Holy fuck”, he whispered, eyes wide as he watched his release slide slowly down your skin. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”

You still could feel your pulse pounding.

Jeongin pressed a kiss to your shoulder, a small gesture, quietly thanking you.

“I almost lost it”, he murmured, “I’ve never had to fight that hard in my life”

You laughed softly, breathless. “You did good.”

He curled himself on you tighter, then grabbed one of his hoodies from the floor to gently clean you up.

“Next time” he said with a smug grin, voice still hoarse, “I’m not pulling out. I wanna feel all of it”

You both stayed tangled like that for a few more moments— his chest to your back, holding you close like you were too precious to let go, wth your breaths syncing.

“Are you warmer now, princess?”, he asked.

“Actually I think I’m sweating now”, you hummed, already almost falling asleep.

Jeongin kissed the back of your neck, “We should’ve shared a sleeping bag a long time ago”.

You couldn’t agree more.

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katiascraft · 8 months ago

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˚⋆𐙚｡“Pueden más que el amor y son más fuertes que el Olimpo” | FC43𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚

Parings: franco colapinto x argentine!female!reader.

Sipnosis: Dating Franco Colapinto as an Argentine university student is like riding a rollercoaster with your best friend: exhilarating, unpredictable, and occasionally terrifying. And was also never part of her life plan, but somehow it feels like it was written in the stars—or perhaps on a chaotic karting track. From laughing at his chaotic personality to sharing mates in the pitlane, their relationship is a blend of silliness, deep connection, and shared Argentine pride.Their bond is a mix of unfiltered laughter, deep admiration, and that unmistakable Argentine fire. From awkward family dinners to heartfelt moments away from the spotlight, their chemistry shines in every interaction. Here’s how their love story unfolds, the chaos they bring to the F1 paddock, and why she’s become the favorite WAG for her wild energy that matches Franco’s unhinged antics.

Your bond is bigger than love and stronger than the Olympus. ᯓᡣ𐭩

Now playing: “11 y 6” by Fito Paez.

Word count: +3k.

Warnings: dialogues in Spanish but translated. Language. Argentinian slang. Just fluffy fluff I’m not good at writing smut but I guess I’ll have to try someday. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Face claim: Tuli Acosta.

Author’s note: okay i'm stuck with this trope. I AM SORRY NOT SORRY ACTUALLY. but i hope you like it and enjoy it <3. MAYBE it doesnt make any sence but IM TRYING. There will be mentions of artists/people from Argentina if you wanna look them up. Don’t forget to like, reblog or comment! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

A Bond Beyond Words

From the beginning, you instantly had this electric connection. At 16 years old everything is intense but not at this level you thought. It's an indescribable feeling. almost as if you were two magnets pulled together by fate. Franco, with his unshakable optimism and cheeky smile, is the perfect foil to your grounded but equally fiery personality. Growing up together since you were kids, realizing when he was gone in Italy how much you loved him, how traveling during the summer breaks was heartbreaking knowing you couldn't see him until the next recess of the year - 4 months in the future. And when you get to university it gets a little bit more tricky but you try to make it work. No one in the world was more than worthy of your sacrifice studying anywhere at any time just to spend even a few hours with him on the other side of the world.

One night, after a long day of university classes and Franco’s sim racing practice, you decide to call each other. Where he was, it was winter, where you were, it was still summer. He was freezing and you were too hot. When he answered you could see him getting cozy on his bed with the heat on and the hoodie you bought him at a Tan Bionica concert you attended last year. You loved that band. You wanted to cry in that moment of how much you missed him. When he saw you on the other side of the world, in your home, surrounded by books and the sunset illuminating your gorgeous face, he wanted to cry. He missed you like crazy. You looked so beautiful, he only thought about kissing your whole face. You were drinking mate and eating facturas while studying on your balcony in Buenos Aires city. He missed his country so much, especially you and his family. While talking about your days you see his sister in the background that has arrived from paddle practice. His little sister Martina joined the conversation. He felt so full at that moment. How natural it was for you to blend with his family. How deeply and vulnerable and intimate that was to him. He trusted you blindly.

“Sabes que?, [you know what?]” Franco says, getting comfy on his bed, a little sleepy, his voice deep, “yo sería un desastre en la facultad. Como haces para memorizar todo eso?” [i would be a disaster at university. How do you do to remember all that stuff?]

“Probablemente no soportarías ni cursar 2 horas en esta materia o en ninguna en realidad,” [probably you wouldnt last a day] you reply without looking up in a smirk. “Pero lo bueno es que no lo necesitas. Y además, estás demasiado ocupado manejando a más de 250 km por ahora así que” [but good thing is that you dont need to. You are too busy driving cars at 250km per hour so] you finally meet his gaze through the screen. You hear him giggle between his sheets and pillows. He looked so cute. You heart felt so happy and full in that moment. You couldn't be more in love with him.

“igual,” his voice softer, “Sos incredible amor. Like... verdaderamente increible. Que puedas balancear tu vida con el estudio y mi locura de agenda, mi terrible talento en la cocina—” you giggled at his comment flustered". [You are amazing love. The fact you can balance your life between my agends and your university schedule, and my terible talent for cooking-]

You interrupt, smirking. “Y terrible asador. Muy decepcionante la verdad. Esperemos que no se filtre a la prensa porque te van a cancelar por decepción a la patria.” [you are the worst at cooking barbecue. Very disappointing for this country]

He laughs, resting his head on the pillow wanting to rest it on your chest and give you a tight hug. Distance was absolute shit. He couldn't wait to see you again in 2 weeks in Las vegas. “Bueno bueno ya se entendió. Pero posta, no se como haces y/n. Tengo mucha suerte de que me ames y me elijas y me soportes.” [alright alright. But for real, I don’t know how you do it. I’m really lucky that you love me and choose me and that you keep up with me] His eyes were hearts and his smile was bright. You blushed by looking at him. You adjusted the laptop. “Te amo fran” you knew, and he knew what those words ment. “Y la verdad que es fácil soportar esto, Franco. Porque sos el amor de mi vida. No importa los malabares que tenga que hacer para que esto funcione. Se que vos harías lo mismo en mi lugar. Ya quiero verte. Que sigas persiguiendo tus sueños. Cómo podría no amarte amor? Te admiro muchísimo, loquito. Estoy muy pero muy muy orgullosa de vos. Me encanta verte brillar y ser feliz. No importa lo que tenga que hacer, lo haria mil veces más si puedo verte ser lo que siempre soñaste y ver como te brillan los ojitos de felicidad” [and ti be honest, it’s so easy to keep up with you. Because you’re the love of my life. It doesn’t matter how much juggling I have to do just to make this work. I know you would do the same for me. How could one not love you? I admire you so much. And im really proud of you. I love to see you shine and be happy. It doesn’t matter what I have to do. I would do it a thousand times if I can see you be the thing you dreamed about and see you shining]

“Te amo boluda, me haces llorar” [I love you, you make me cry] he said teary and even dropping a few tears making you giggled completely down for that man. But how could you not? He is the most amazing person you know.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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yourusername: me reporto desde el mundo universitario triste y lleno de estrés para decirles que estoy bien pero quisiera estar como franquito la verdad (te extraño mucho @/francolapinto 😭)

[here I report myself from the university world very sad and stressful to tell you I’m okay but I would really like to be like franco to be honest (I miss you so much franco)]

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francolapinto: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

francolapinto: no podes hacerme esto no ves que recién me levanto y ya estoy llorando otra vez 😭😭😭😭 lo que te extraño lpm [you can’t do this to me. Don’t you see I just woke up and I’m crying again? I miss you so much god]

↳ yourusername: fran 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

francolapinto: Veni dale no seas mala no hace falta que estudies yo te mantengo!! [come with me. Cmon don’t be mean. You don’t need to satisfy I can spoil you!!]

↳ yourusername: ya tuvimos esta conversación 🙄 [we already had this conversation]

↳ yourusername: déjame ser independiente así después soy yo la que sea millonaria en nuestra relación let me spoil you babygirl 🫦 [let me be independent. So I can be the millionaire one and spoil you baby girl]

↳ francolapinto: hace falta que me expongas públicamente????? Te recuerdo que tu Instagram es público!!?!?! [is it necessary that you expose me? Do I have to remind you your Instagram is public?]

↳ yourusername: upsi

marcolapinto: Venite a casa reinita que te cebo unos mates mientras escuchamos María. Dale que aprobas!!! 🕯️[come home queen that we will drink mate while listening to Maria becerra. You’re gonna do good!]

↳ yourusername: 🏃🏻‍♀️

user366: I must say you are GOALS wtf ur so pretty wtf wtf

user890: FRANCO CAN U FIGHT??????

anibalcolapinto: ❤️

landonorris: hola mujer bonita, cuando vuelves al paddock? Che boludo quiero un mate

↳ franstan: omg not again

↳ y/nstan: the no rizz guy is back

↳ francolapinto: DELETE THIS

↳ georgerussel: I’m sorry bro he just a kid

↳ francolapinto: kid las pelotas [he is not a kid]

lewishamilton: my fav couple

↳ yourusername: KABSKXOHWJSODNS WTF LEWIS TE AMO WTF WHAAATTTTTTTT

↳ francolapinto: conmigo nunca te emocionas así ????? [you never get this excited about me]

↳ yourusername: ACASO SOS 8 VECES CAMPEÓN DEL MUNDO??????? Y TE LLAMAS LEWIS HAMILTON?????? [are you an 8 time world champion called Lewis Hamilton?]

↳ maxveratappen: he is a 7 world champion

↳ yourusername: OMG MAX I DRINK RED BULL EVERYDAY 🧎🏻‍♀️

↳ francolapinto: I can’t take you out anywhere 🤦🏻‍♀️

landonorris: WHY I AM BEING IGNORED GHOSTED BURRIED ALIVE ??????

↳ oscarpiastri: bro

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Chemistry and Admiration

Their chemistry between you two is palpable, and it’s the kind that makes people stop and take notice. You don’t just laugh together— you challenge each other, push each other to be their best. And to be fair, that's what makes you both so obsessed with one another. The love you felt for each other was like a drug.

At the Williams hospitality building, during practice days your older brother playfully teases Franco about a mistake he made during his last race.

“Boludo, que paso en la curva esa? Te dormiste para frenar. Cuando quieras te reemplazo, en los kartings siempre ganaba yo” [bro, what happened in that corner? You slept on breakers. Whenever you want I can replace you. I always used to win in go karts in our time, anyway] you rolled your eyes at his tease. He was the reason you met franco in the first place back in summer 2019.

Before Franco can reply, you jump in. “dejate de joder. No te das cuenta que la skills de pro se las reserva para ganarte al truco?” [fuck off. Don’t you realized that his pro skills are reserved to win you at truco?]

your brother laughs, but Franco takes your hand under the table, squeezing it. He was laughing as well. Your brother can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

Later, when you were finally alone, he says, “gracias por cuidarme y defenderme incluso cuando la cago y merezco que tu hermano se cague de risa de mi en mi cara” [thanks for protecting me and defending me even when I fuck up and I deserve your brother making a joke out of me] he says funny and exaggerated. You laugh, shaking your head.

“Para eso estoy fran, la única que se puede meter con mi hombre soy yo misma” [that’s what I’m here for. Me and only me can joke around about my boyfriend] you reply teasing, making him giggle but bring you closer by your waist planting a kiss on your lips. “ a veces te odio” [sometimes I hate you] he joked in your lips making you giggle once more like all the time you are together. “creo que asi funciona, no?” [that’s how it works, right?] you told him to stroke his hair with your fingers wrapped in his arms. You looked at him innocently making him laugh and kissed your cheeks with a million little soft and full of love kisses.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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francolapinto: pese a algunos errores obtuvimos un gran resultado. Gracias a todos por bancar como lo hacen,están sorprendiendo al mundo! Orgulloso de ser de donde vengo 🇦🇷 momento de festejar y enfocarse en la siguiente carrera! Vamoooosss

[even tho we committed a few mistakes we got a solid result. Thank you everyone for the support, you are surprising the world with your passion! I’m so proud to come from where I come from. Time to celebrate and then focus on the next race. Let’s go!]

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yourusername: mi país mi país mi país 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

yourusername: podes parar de ser tan perfecto???? Dios lo que te amo 😍 [can you stop being so perfect? God I love you so much]

↳ francolapinto: vos sos perfecta mi amor te amo gracias por apoyarme y acompañarme siempre [you are perfect my love. Thank you for your support always]

↳ yourusername: siempre juntos [always together]

↳ francolapinto: siempre [always]

williamsracing: vamos franco!!! was a pleasure to have you @/yourusername !!

↳ yourusername: my pleasure!! You guys are so cool!! Next time we need to play some duki songs! You’ll love them!!! Great to work out!! Like a bad bitch!!! 🤪🥵

↳ williamsracing: 😳

↳ wandanara: you soy una bad bitch!!! Te adoro nena!!! [I am a bad bitch! I adore you girl!]

↳ yourusername: OMG WANDA TE AMO

↳ francolapinto: el crossover del año [the crossover of the year]

↳ yourbff: y vos porque no la estás escuchando gritar me voy a quedar sorda [you wouldn’t believe how loud she is screaming because of this. I will be deaf qny sec]

↳ francolapinto: she’s just a girl

↳ yourusername: girls just wanna have fun!!!!

dukissj: flow carbon el tuyo amigo [serving looks bro]

↳ francolapinto: gracias jefe aprendí de vos [thank you boos. I learned from you]

↳ dukissj: a ser el mejor de todos los tiempos? [to be the best one of all time?]

↳ francolapinto: a ser un novio gansta [to be his gangsta lover (Emilia mernes: novio gangsta)]

↳ yourusername: te amo mi novio gangsta 😍

↳ emiliamernes: 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

↳ dukissj: 💀

landonorris: if I comment will I still be ignored?

↳ oscarpiastri: bro

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

University Chaos and Long-Distance Struggles

Franco is your biggest cheerleader just like you are of his. He always remembers your exam dates - you didnt know how but he did - always making sure to send you a good luck message and asking how it was whenever he can take his phone back after a really busy day at the simulator. Long distance is not easy at all but somehow you make it work. You know that when you two see each other again it will be all worth it.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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francolapinto: mentalmente pensando en mi y en cómo te podría hacer sentir si no estuvieras del otro lado del mundo [mentally thinking about me and how I could make you feel if you wouldn’t be on the other side of the world]

yourusername: POR QUE TENES QUE HACERME ACORDAR DE ESO CON LO QUE TE EXTRAÑO FRANCO COLAPINTO [why do you have to do this to me knowing how much I miss you?]

francolapinto: definitivamente necesitas de mi magia para relajar, estás muy estrasada bb [definitely you need my magic to help you relax, you’re so stressed babe]

yourusername: te odio [I hate you]

francolapinto: 😇

francolapinto: cuando vengas tráeme 10 paquetes de don satur dulces y otras 10 saladas. Y pan dulce!!! Sin fruta y con chips de chocolate [when you fly here could you bring 10 packs of sweet don satur cookies and 10 salty ones? And brin pan dulce!! Without fruit I like it with chocolate chips]

francolapinto: NO ME DEJES EN VISTO FLACA [don’t leave on read girl]

yourusername: ESTOY ESTUDIANDO FLACO [im studying bro]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Chaos in the Paddock

When Franco made his way to F1, you became an instant hit among the other drivers and teams. Unlike the polished, camera-ready WAGs typically seen in the paddock, you're refreshingly candid, often seen wearing jeans and an oversized Boca Juniors or the Argentinian national team of football jersey. Your style was just relax and at some point not giving a fuck about royalty and money and status. You felt so much more beautiful with your vans on and baggy clothes.

But you didn't only stand out because of your ��so different” style. Reality was you were as unhinged as your boyfriend. You became the favorite WAG on the internet and the paddock as well. You were sweet to all of the fans and received all of the gifts for Franco you could take in your hands. Always sharing mates with everybody who wanted to join. Taking pics to social media and being hilarious roasting your boyfriend in front of the world. But that was just the way you showed love to each other. It was your code secret language. After the jokes vanish, only love remains between you two. Everyone was obsessed with your interviews just as any fan of the sport. People loved you because you read everything on social media regarding not only your boyfriends but the rest of the drivers. You became an f1 wag voggler on your instagram stories.

All people at the paddock loved you. You were always there for everyone and anyone who needed a hand at anything. You liked to listen to people when they needed to. Franco knew he had the best comforting person in the world next to him and that made him feel really proud of himself.

Also, you became a sensation when you started taking to races your pomeranian son called “polito”. You joined Alex and Kika at wags and mothers of dogs. You loved being part of the gang to be honest.

All of the drivers' girlfriends were so welcoming and fun to be around. You always felt scared to not fit in his world or this world. You were a really private person but you pushed that aside the moment franco got into f1. You wanted nothing but supporting him and if that came along with being not so private anymore you’d take the risk anyway. And so far it worked out perfectly. You feel really comfortable with the life you have now. What scared you it didn't anymore. You were happy.

One infamous moment happened during a race weekend. You were caught on camera yelling at Franco over team radio after he missed a breaking point in practice. Of course, it went viral.

“¡Qué hacés, boludo! Are you driving or playing Mario Kart?!” You were so competitive as well. You grew up watching and being involved in karting. You desperately wanted Franco to do more than good and that pressure and anxiety also made you iconic for people watching at home.

The radio went silent before Franco’s sheepish voice replied, “Sorry, babe.”

The fans dubbed you the “Queen of Roasts.” Even Lando Norris couldn’t resist chiming in on media after the race:

“Franco, mate, you’re getting roasted harder than my starts.”

To which Franco replied teasing him, “At least I have someone to roast me, Lando.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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yourusername: Era mi crush y ahora está conmigo, amor platónico. 'Toy robando, qué afortunada soy. Nunca tuve un novio tan hegemónico. Nadie me hace sentir esta satisfacción. Espero que mi padre nunca escuche esta canción 🎶

[he was my crush and now he’s with me. Platonic love. I’m really lucky I got him. I’ve never had such an hegemonic boyfriend. No one makes me feel this good and satisfied. Hope my dad doesn’t listen to this song]

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emiliamernes: se juntaron nuestros novios gansta ‼️ [our gangsta boyfriends reunited!!]

francolapinto: yo te quiero presumir. nunca nadie me ha querido así 😍 desde que la conocí le cure la cicatriz por que ella es mi novia gansta 😍 [I want to show you off to all the world. No one ever loved me his way. Since I met her I healed her wounds because she is my gangsta girlfriend]

↳ yourusername: TE AMO

user752: omg OMG they are so cute 😭

User1: I must confess I don’t like her at all

user67: clout chaserrrrr zzzzzz

yourbff: que fácil me cambias por ese chiruzo 😔 [you replaced me so easily with that muppet]

↳ yourusername: nunca te cambiaría MI REAL [I would never you’re my real one]

↳ yourbff: nunca nadie te va a amar como yo [no one ever is gonna love you like I do]

↳ francolapinto: ??????? Queres que compitamos? [are you proposing a competition?]

↳ yourbff: como te gusta arruinar momentos felices 🙄 [how you love to ruin good moments]

↳ francolapinto: ya perdiste xd [okay, you already lost]

mariabeccera: con lo que te quiero diría que VOS sos la verdadera NENA DE ARGENTINA bonita [in my opinion you are the real it girl of argentina, babygirl. I love you]

↳ yourusername: dm asap

↳ francolapinto: inviten [invite me]

↳ rei: 🤨

bizarrap: el príncipe y la princesa de argentina 🇦🇷 [the prince and princess of argentina]

↳ yourusername: te amamos gonza ❤️‍🩹

y/nstan: where’s the no rizz at all guy?

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Other Drivers Weigh In

The F1 grid is both entertained and baffled by your relationship. Max Verstappen once remarked, “They’re like a Netflix comedy special. You can’t take your eyes off them.” in one interview. You became the sensation of formula one. It was odd but you followed along just having fun with it.

Charles Leclerc added in his interview after qualifying, “She’s the only person who can keep up with Franco’s energy. Honestly, she’s scarier than his driving.” making the reporter laugh.

Meanwhile, George Russel took every opportunity to tease them. After one race where Franco crashed out, G joked, “Bet she’s gonna give him a lecture in the paddock. Poor kid’s already sweating.”

Yeah we can say you were really passionate and Franco absolutely adored it.

In another race Oscar Piastri was asked about you as well “well, she is a really good teacher to be honest it's really nice to have her around”

“What did she teach you, oscar?”

“Che boludo, me das un mate? I don't remember what it actually means but something around mate” his accent made the interviewer laugh. Franco, who was being interviewed next to him, laughed so hard.

“It sounded amazing mate. I will tell y/n to congratulate you” he teased making oscar roll his eyes.

“And they are both a pain in the ass,” Lando said, coming out of nowhere on Oscar's mic, making everyone laugh.

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Family Dynamics

Your families are an integral part of your relationship, and it’s clear that love and respect flow both ways.

Your parents were skeptical at first. A racing driver? That lives on the other side of the world? Really? But Franco won them over the first time he showed up at their house with flowers for your mom and a bottle of wine for your dad. He even attempted to join in on their family’s Sunday asado tradition—though his lack of grilling skills became a running joke.

“A esto le llamas asado?!” [this is what you call barbecue?] your father had laughed, shaking his head as Franco sheepishly handed over the tongs.

“Okay, okay, me dedicare solamente a correr, ya entendi!” [alright, I’ll stick to racing I got it] Franco replied, earning laughter from the whole family.

On the flip side, you’ve become a favorite among Franco’s family. His mom adores you, often calling to check in on your studies or sending care packages from home. His younger sister thinks you’re the coolest person alive and is always pestering you for fashion advice.

“creo que tu mama me ama mas que a vos”, [ I think your mom loves me more than she does love you] you tease one evening.

Franco grins, wrapping an arm around you. “No la culpo. Es impossible no amarte la verdad. Mira esa carita” [I don’t blame her. It’s impossible not to love you. Look at that pretty face] he said grabbing your face and squiz your cheeks playfully.

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francolapinto: argentina, boca y mi mujer pero en el orden inverso 😇

[argentina, boca and my woman but the other way round]

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bocajuniors: gracias por venir franco! Te esperamos de vuelta! Vamos piloto! 🫡 [thank you for coming franco! We wait for you to come back! Let’s go!]

yourusername: 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

yourusername: BOCAAAAA BOCAAAAAAA

user34: que hace la china acá???? 🚩🚩🚩🚩 [what is la china Suarez doing here??]

user54: que suerte que tiene esta mina [how lucky she is]

landostan: BEST WAG TO EVER EXIST

cavani: franquito te esperamos!!! Dale campeón!! [franco come back!! Let’s go champion!]

↳ francolapinto: LPM TE AMO

↳ yourusername: gracias por cumplirle el sueño al nene 🥹 [thank you for making the kid’s dream come true]

la12: chifla que te pasamos a buscar!

↳ yourusername: 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

↳ francolapinto: 🙃

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francolapinto: boluda me haces llorar 😭 no me quiero ir mañana lpm te voy a extrañar muchísimo [baby you make me cry. I don’t wanna go tomorrow I will miss you so freaking much]

francolapinto: vos para mi sos la más hermosa del mundo [to me you’re the most beautiful girl in the world]

francolapinto: te acordas cuando me traías flores para cuando ganara las carreras? 🥹 sos la más linda del mundo. Siempre fuiste la más linda del mundo para mi [do you remember how you always brought flowers for me at the race kart just in case I won? You’re the prettiest]

francolapinto: podes salir de la clase y venir a darme un abrazo? Estoy sensible [ can you get out of that zoom meeting and come and give me a hug?? I’m sensitive]

francolapinto: te amo mucho [I love you so much]

francolapinto: TE NECESITO MI MUJER 😭 [I need you my girl]

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Moments of Quiet Connection

Behind the loud laughs and teasing, there’s a deep, quiet love that anchors your relationship.

After a particularly tough race weekend where Franco didn’t finish, he’s unusually quiet. Back in your hotel room, you find him sitting on the bed, staring at the floor.

“Hey,” you say softly, sitting beside him. “Queres hablar, Fran?” [do you wanna talk?]

He sighs. “Siento que decepcioné a todos. Al equipo, a los fans… a vos” [I feel I let everyone down. The team, the fans… you] his voice shaky and his eyes teary.

you take his hand, squeezing it. “Franco, no decepcionaste a nadie. Y Menos que menos a mi Fran. Está bien equivocarse y tener días de mierda. No siempre se puede ganar y hacer todo bien. Es mejor darse contra la pared mil veces que ganar siempre. Lo que paso hoy solo te va a hacer más fuerte. No te presiones, ser perfecto es aburrido. Ya vendran dias mejores. El talento está en vos y eso es todo lo que importa, si?” [franco you didn’t let anyone down. It’s okay to commit mistakes and have shitty days. It’s not about winning all the time and be perfect. Better is to lose so you can learn from it and keep growing. I know the better days will come. You have talent and that’s all that matters okay? You’re good my love]

He looks at you, his eyes glassy more than before. “Solo quiero que se sientan orgullosos de mí. Que te sientas orgullosa de mi, no quiero decepcionarte” [I just really want them to feel proud of me. I want you to be proud of me, I don’t wanna let you down]

“Amor, estoy mas que orgullosa de vos, no digas eso” you say, voice steady. “Desde el momento uno. Todos los días de mi vida. Me explota el corazón de orgullo por vos franco. ¿Viste dónde estás? Este es tu sueño y lo lograste. No hay sentimiento mas grande que sienta que el que siento cuando te veo en ese auto. Cada vez que te pones ese traje y tu nombre sale en la pantalla. No tenes idea de lo orgullosa que estoy de vos y de lo que te admiro y te amo” [babe, I’m more than proud of you. Since day one. Have you seen where you at now? This was you’re dream and now it’s your reality. There’s not a bigger feeling in me than the one I feel every time I see you get in that car and drive, every time you fit yourself in your suit. You don’t really know how proud I am of you and how much I admire you and love you fran] his face now with tears. His arms wrap around you in a tight hug hiding his face in your neck looking for comfort that you gave for sure.

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francolapinto: feliz cumpleaños a la persona más hermosa que la vida me presento. Gracias por existir y encargarte de hacerme el hombre más feliz del mundo, cuidarme y asegurarte de que estoy bien. Gracias por apoyarme en esta locura de carrera que elegí. Gracias por entender y no juzgarme, por escucharme y limpiarme los mocos cuando lo necesite. Por ser tan empatica y amorosa. Nunca dejes de ser quien sos y de brillar más que el sol. El mundo tiene mucha suerte de conocerte, de que hayas nacido, de que ames como amas. Gracias por ser la mejor mamá que nuestro hijo polito podría tener jamás. Para mi sos la mejor del mundo. Tu calidad humana supera cualquier estándar. Te amo con todo mi corazón y/n. Espero que tengas un día lleno de amor y risas. Y que te den los mil abrazos que yo muero por darte pero no puedo. Gracias por aceptar las bases y condiciones de mi vida y aun así hacer que lo difícil parezca tan fácil. Gracias por subirte a cada avión y estudiar en los hospitalities. Gracias por las flores que me llevas desde que nos conocemos. Quiero que seas la más feliz del mundo porque es lo minimo que te mereces. Gracias por ser lo amorosa que sos con toda mi familia, con mis amigos, con cualquier persona que se te acerque. Sos increíble. Te amo te amo te amo te amo. Ya quiero abrazarte. Prontito nos veremos mi amor. Feliz cumple

[happy birthday to the most beautiful person life brought me. Thank you for existing and taking care to make me feel the luckiest man alive, looking after me and make sure I’m okay. Thank you for supporting me in my crazy career. Thank you for understanding and not judging, for listening and be the shoulder to cry on. Thank you for your compassion, sympathy and warmness. Don’t ever stop being so you and shining more than the sun. The world is really lucky to have you in it. We are all so lucky you were created, born, and by the way you love. Thank you for being the best mum our son polito could ask for. To me you are the best in the world. You human quality as a person breaks any standar. I love you with my whole heart y/n. Hope you have a great day filled with love and laughter and the million hugs I’m dying to give you but I can’t. Thank you for accepting me and making the longs distance shit be so easy. Thank you for the flowers you always bring for me. I want you to be the happiest in the world because that’s the minimum you deserve. Thank you for being so lovely with my family and friends and any person that meets you. You are magical. I love you. I want to hug you so bad. We will meet soon again my love. Happy bday]

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yourusername: FLACO 😭 lo que te amo no lo puedo ni expresar. Gracias por amarme como lo haces. Con vos soy la mas feliz del mundo ❤️‍🩹 [I can’t not even express how much I love you. Thank you for loving me the way you do. With you I’m the happiest in the world]

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How Franco Talks About Her

Franco is unabashedly in love, and it shows in how he talks about you —whether it’s to his family, teammates, or the press.

During a team dinner, his engineer jokes, “How does she even deal with you, Franco?”

Franco grins, not missing a beat. “She’s the only person who can out-chaos me. And trust me, that’s saying something.”

In interviews, his admiration for her is evident.

“She’s my anchor,” he says, his voice tinged with pride. “I can have the worst day on the track, and she’ll find a way to make me laugh or remind me why I love racing. And the way she balances her own goals? It’s inspiring. I don’t know how she does it, but she makes me want to be better—on and off the track.”

Everyone was in love with him. But fortunately, he was only yours.

And you were the best team of the paddok.

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The Future

Though your lives are hectic, you’re already dreaming of the future. Over mate on a quiet Sunday morning back in argentina, Franco muses, “un dia, cuando todo esté sentado, me encantaría quetengamos una casita acá cerca de mis papás y tus papás. Para estar tranquilos. Podriamos darle un hermanito a polito tambien. qué te parece?” [one day, when everything it’s already settled, I would love to have a house here close to our parents. You know, a place where we can relax and be ourself, what do you think?]

You look at him, your heart swelling and smiling widley. “Obvio que sí. Pero yo decoro, tu depto si no fuera por mi podria ser una sala de enfermeria” you tease. [of course I would love to. But I will take care of designing and decorating because if it wasn’t for me your apartment could be a nurse room]

“dale,” he says, grinning. [deal]

Your love is a testament to the beauty of finding someone who matches your energy, celebrates your victories, and holds your hand through the challenges. For Franco and you, life isn’t about the finish line—it’s about enjoying every chaotic, beautiful lap together.

Your love is bigger than love itself and stronger than the olympus and everyone could see it.

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holyblonded · 2 months ago

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Can you do something for azulita and Eli please?

— azulita doesn’t quite know what to do with eli at first. she’s wary, gentle adults have always felt like a setup. she watches her like a hawk, waiting for the tone shift, the passive-aggressive guilt trip, the snap.

— but eli never snaps. not when azulita is cold, not when she refuses to speak, not when she ignores a hug. she just keeps showing up, with food, with a warm glance, with quiet steadiness. she says things like “has comido?” and “tengo algo para ti.”

— azulita finds out quickly that eli is a feeder. like, aggressively. the kind of grandma who will stack your plate three times and then act personally offended when you say you’re full. azul doesn’t know how to say no, so she just eats everything until estrella starts snickering and says “welcome to the club.”

— eventually, azulita stops freezing up when eli hugs her. it becomes part of her routine. she shows up at ale and olga’s house, gets pulled into a tight hug, gets a kiss on the cheek, and gets asked if she’s eaten in the last two hours. (sometimes she lies. sometimes she doesn’t have to.)

— eli learns quickly how to read azul’s moods. she keeps a tin of her favorite biscuits in the cupboard. when azulita’s overwhelmed, she doesn’t press, she just sits beside her, humming quietly or reading the newspaper aloud, letting her exist in peace.

— azulita starts texting her unprompted. it starts with updates like “training sucked.” then it turns into little questions. “what was ale like when she was my age?” “do you know how to make pastelón?” “what does this catalan phrase mean?”

— eli responds like it’s the highlight of her day. and maybe it is. she saves azulita’s texts. prints out the photos she sends. brags to her friends about her “nieta americana.”

— the first time azulita calls her “abuelita,” it’s not planned. she just says it in passing, “abuelita said I could eat the rest” and eli almost cries. she pretends she didn’t hear it but immediately texts alexia: AZUL ME LLAMÓ ABUELA.

— eli defends azulita like a lioness. when reporters ask invasive questions, she rolls her eyes and mutters “imbéciles.” when anyone speaks down to her girl, she stands taller. and if azulita ever feels lost, all it takes is one glance from eli to remind her: she is seen, she is loved, she is home.

— azulita never says thank you directly. but she starts showing up to eli’s house uninvited, curling up next to her on the couch. she starts bringing her drawings to show off. she cooks her breakfast once and nearly sets the stove on fire, but eli eats the mess anyway with a proud smile.

— when eli gets a bit sick once, azulita’s at her side like a guard dog. brings her tea, fluffs her pillows, snaps at estrella to stop being annoying. eli tells everyone she’s being smothered, but her eyes shine like she’s never felt so loved.

— it takes time. but azulita loves her fiercely. quietly. wholly. and eli, well, eli already decided she was hers from the moment she first showed up at the door, all walls and sharp edges and a hunger for belonging.

— “mi niña,” she calls her now. always. even when azulita pretends to roll her eyes. even when she’s halfway out the door. always.

#answered asks 💌#woso community #·˚ ༘ something blue: asks

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xjulixred45x · 2 months ago

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I really liked the apocalypse au for Yuu you've made! Tho consider this, Yuu mama who's pregnant while in the apocalypse au? Like mama be able to kill off monsters while she tries her best surviving with her baby in her belly

Oh god, poor Yuu.

I don't want to think about what happened to her partner in the apocalyptic world, or what conception was like in the first place… but Yuu wasn't in a position to get an abortion that wouldn't risk her life, so she did her best for months to avoid harming herself and her baby. It was difficult being alone, but hey, you adapt or die in this kind of world after all.

This Yuu is definitely super relieved when she arrives at NRC and realizes she doesn't have to run away or sleep outdoors/in the freezing/in cars anymore. Sure, Ramshackle Dorm isn't the best, but compared to how she's slept in the last few years? It feels like a 4-star hotel.

This is probably why the first-years are especially sensitive to this Yuu. If they wouldn't let a pregnant Yuu do anything heavy-duty, this Yuu, who's been through SO MUCH, won't be allowed to move a muscle. It's so strange for Yuu to do nothing all day, maybe knitting or sewing for the future baby or thinking of names with Lilia and Trein, but not much more that would be "dangerous for the baby," as the kids say.

Yuu is probably very emotional during the last stages of pregnancy, probably because she never thought she'd go this far. Worse yet, she never thought she'd be in a world where she and her baby could go to school, that now she'll be able to watch her baby grow up in a world where she can have friends, play in the yard, eat her favorite foods, watch TV, graduate, and have a family of her own. Something that wouldn't have been possible in her original world.

The first years jump straight to hug Yuu when she talks about this; practically everyone is in a tearful embrace as they try to comfort Yuu, which, ironically, only makes her very happy. She knows her baby is in good hands, with many people already waiting and ready to take care of her if she fails at any step along the way. So this is what it feels like to have a home, a family..

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Ay dios pobre Yuu

No quiero pensar en que paso con su pareja en el mundo apocalíptico, o como fue la concepción para empezar… pero Yuu no estaba en condiciones de conseguir un aborto que no arriesgara su vida, por lo que hizo lo mejor posible durante meses para evitar salir lastimada tanto ella como su bebe. Fue difícil estando sola, pero hey, uno se adapta o se muere en este tipo de mundo después de todo

Definitivamente esta Yuu esta super aliviada cuando llega a NRC y se da cuenta de que no hay que huir o dormir a la intemperie nunca mas, claro, Ramshackle dorm no es lo mejor, pero ¿comparado con lo que ha dormido los últimos años? Parece un hotel 4 estrellas.

Probablemente gracias a esto los chicos de primer año son especialmente sensibles con esta Yuu, si ya de por si a una Yuu embarazada no dejaban que hiciera cosas pesadas, a esta Yuu que ha pasado por TANTO no dejaran que mueva un musculo. Para Yuu es tan raro no hacer nada en todo el dia, talvez tejer o cocer para el futuro bebe o pensar en nombres junto con Lilia y Trein, pero no mucho mas que sea “peligroso para el bebe” como los chicos dicen.

Yuu probablemente sea muy emocional durante la última etapa del embarazo, probablemente porque nunca pensó que llegaría tan lejos, peor aún, nunca pensó que estaría en un mundo donde ella y su bebe podrían ir a la escuela, que ahora ella podrá ver a su bebe crecer en un mundo donde podrá tener amigos, jugar en el patio, comer sus comidas favoritas, ver televisión, graduarse y tener una familia propia. Algo que no habría sido posible en su mundo original.

Los de primer año saltan directo a abrazar a Yuu cuando habla sobre esto, prácticamente todos están en un abrazo lloroso mientras tratan de consolar a Yuu, lo cual, irónicamente, solo la pone muy feliz. Sabe que su bebe esta en buenas manos, con mucha gente que ya los espera y esta dispuesta a cuidarle si ella falla en algún paso del camino. Asi que asi se siente tener un hogar, una familia..

#headcanons #fem reader #español #spanish #twst #twst disney #twst prefect #platonic twst #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x mc #apocalypse!yuu

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¡Hola!

¿Puedes hacer un headcanon con algunos personajes de MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Tamaki y Hawks) cuando la persona que les gusta les besa la mejilla como agradecimiento por ayudarla?

Estaba pensando que la lectora es la vecina del personaje; un día él descubre que un malo ha atacado el lugar donde vive y se apresura a salvar a ella y a su familia (los estudiantes tienen la licencia de héroe provisional); después, para agradecerles, le da un beso en la mejilla. Esta era mi idea, pero si tienes otras, no dudes en utilizarlas.

¡Gracias!

My Hero Academia ~Receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush as thanks~

Manga/anime: My Hero Academia

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

I really liked your idea, so I decided to use it.

Premise

(S/O) is really tired and panting from moving faster than usual to reach his house and from fighting a villain who has taken (Y/N), his neighbor and crush, hostage, but he's also happy to have saved her.

He's in the apartment of the girl, who's looking at him, shaken but also with her eyes full of gratitude, affection and admiration, when they both feel a jolt, which makes her fall to the floor, or rather which would have made her fall if it hadn't been for him, who managed to grab her before she did so. Acting quickly, (S/O) immediately picks (Y/N) up like a bride and throws himself out of the window with her to prevent both of them from being crushed by the probable collapse of the house, landing next to it, among the crowd who has come from the nearby homes, and who are applauding and thanking (S/O).

After a few seconds, the boy realizes he's still holding (Y/N), so, embarrassed and with eyes as big as saucers, he lets her go; the girl, though, doesn't move away from him, as (S/O) thought, but she approaches him, smiling sweetly at him, and, whispering a thank you, she delicately places her lips on his right cheek for a few seconds.

Midoriya I. (Deku)

He'll freeze over: if you tap him, he'll fall over like a statue

It'll take him a while to recover, but he won't be able to say a meaningful sentence or even respond to your thank you ("Y-y-yo-you-you're w-we..."), and he'll be forced to cover his face with his arms or hands because he'll be literally all red

For the rest of the day, he won't be able to speak, so much so his mother will become very worried

"Izuku, are you okay? What's wrong?" "It-it's that... (Y/N)... Isavedherandshegavemeakissonthecheekasthanks! A-and now I-I can't think of anything else! What do I do, mom?" "..." "M-mom..." "Awwwwww, my son is in love!"

His mother will advise him to go to you, so he'll go to the place where you'll be (your house is destroyed) and he'll try to ensure your health, both physical and mental, since he was unable to do so after saving you

Bakugou K.

His first instinct will be to move away, since he'll be really embarrassed, and to yell at you not to do something like that again (not because he doesn't want your affection, but because it embarrasses him too much)

Nevertheless, he'll remain still, with his ears red with embarrassment and, strangely, without screaming

He'll stare at you for a few seconds, almost immersed in a subspecies of fantasy world where there are only you two, until he hears the people who surround you talking and clapping, and his body will move on its own: he'll run away

Before going away, though, if he hears you giggling at his reaction, his heart will skip a few beats, but he'll yell at you to stop teasing him

He'll probably go back to his house still a little flushed, and he'll argue for hours with his mother whether to allow you to stay at their house; in the end... "Oi, come to my house until your house is rebuilt"

Todoroki S.

At first he won't react because he won't totally realize what you did, still focused and exhausted from the fight: he'll act robotically and go back to his home without considering you

However, once he gets home, he'll understand what happened, and he'll blush madly under the incredulous eyes of his father and sister

He'll also slightly lose control of his quirk: a light jet of ice will come out of the right side of his body, covering part of the floor, and light flames will erupt from the left side

He'll think about the kiss all night and won't be able to sleep, so he'll talk about it with his sister the next day; Fuyumi will then decide to intervene personally: she'll invite you to live in their house (since yours is destroyed)

Imagine his embarrassment in living with you (but maybe he'll decide to confess to you)!

Toogata M.

His usual smile will stretch so much almost all of his teeth will be visible, and his cheeks will be dusted with a very light red

If he has to speak, only a stammer will come out of his mouth, and so he'll giggle in embarrassment, putting his hand behind his head

He'll look at you for a while, not knowing what to do and waiting for you to say something; when you don't say anything, he'll walk away in embarrassment

As soon as he's away from you and has recovered (in fact, after your kiss he'll only think about you and the beautiful sensation of your lips on his cheek), he'll give himself a mental slap for not having said anything to you

Thus, to compensate for his imaginary lack of sufficient help towards you, he'll offer to host you for as long as you need and also to protect you from any further attacks from villains

Amajiki T.

You'll kill him: Tamaki.exe has stopped working; press a button to restart

His ears will be red, let's not talk about his face (it could be the perfect cosplay of a tomato); he'll be all shaky, and he'll start playing with his fingers due to embarrassment

After recovering, he could do two actions: the first will be to take the opportunity to bury his red face in your neck due to embarrassment and to hide himself from the crowd, the second to run away and never appear before you again

It's more likely he'll do the first option, but he'll still stay away from you for at least a week to get used to calming his heart, which will be beating wildly

The next time you two meet he'll still blush slightly, remembering your kiss, and he won't be able to look you in the eyes

Takami K. (Hawks)

He's used to people thanking him, even by hugging him, but you aren't just anyone: you're his crush

Indeed, he'll try in every way not to blush, but he'll fail, as a slight blush will be seen on his cheeks; for that reason, he'll wink at you, making you blush: that's his way of shifting the focus of attention from him to you

In addition, his wings will fluff up a little and he'll strut, happy for your special thanks

He'll fly away to the applause of the audience, but he'll keep thinking about you all the time with a dreamy expression for the next days (imagine the happiness of the members of his agency or the other heroes he'll meet, such as Endeavor, in seeing him like that...)

From that day, he'll take advantage of every free moment to come to you to "check", as he'll say, on you, since you may be at risk of attack by villains; actually, he'll do it just to see you

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luceracastro · 1 year ago

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Sabia que ibas a volver

(Enzo Vogrincic x Reader)

Summary: you and Enzo get in a fight before the big premiere and end up ending your relationship, but he should have known that after years of loving him, you would never miss the biggest moment of his life.

Warnings: just loads of fluff and some angst and sadness at the beginning. (also literally a Spanglish fic but I am more than happy to do it individually in Spanish and english too) (Esta historia estará en spanglish pero estoy más que feliz de hacerlo individualmente en español e inglés.)

The mate you had made yourself had gone cold, and the shared apartment you and Enzo lived in was also freezing between the open windows and balcony, it was late and he still wasn't home, of course, he went out with the guys and you trusted him but he must've gotten carried away still out and about and even though you tried not to think about it too much you couldn't help yourself

a few moments later you heard the sound of keys rustling, the door clicking as it opened and you turned your head to the side seeing him slip in and take off his jacket "¿Ves qué hora es?" you asked as you looked down at your hands and he sighed "Si" it was all he said in a dry tone and it made you annoyed and angry but you were too tired to even try

"Enzo, ¿por qué me haces esto?" you asked with a ting of pain in your voice and he could only look down at his feet not even saying a word as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen, "¿Qué hice? ¿Hice algo mal porque parece que ya ni siquiera quieres estar cerca de mí?" you told him and he shook his head slowly and sighed "no, solo piensas demasiado" and that was it before you got up "Enzo! estas ciego?!" you yelled and he furrowed his brows confused

"llegas tarde a casa, cuando estás aquí estás en el juego o en tu teléfono, ¡incluso ignorándome si te hablo!" you told him and he stood taller "estoy trabajando y me canso!" he said and you sighed "Enzo, créeme, lo entiendo, pero también me gustaría que mi novio me preguntara de vez en cuando cómo fue al menos mi día, siempre te ayudé, estuve ahí para ti cuando llegaste a casa cansado y, por supuesto, planeo hacerlo todavía, pero Yo también quiero saber que estás ahí para mí" was all you could say as your voice cracked and tears streamed down your cheeks

"Ya no eres una niña, lo entiendo y lo siento pero estoy trabajando y también necesito ayudarme en este momento, créeme lastimarte es algo que nunca quiero hacer." he told you and you rolled your eyes "Enzo, literalmente sales todas las noches y vuelves tarde a casa, ¿en qué te ayuda eso? No me importa que salgas pero sería bueno tener una de esas noches dedicadas a mí tu novia" you said as your heart crushed

"nena, Llevamos cinco años juntos, te he dedicado mucho tiempo y ¿es tan malo que quiero un ratito de tiempo con unos amigos?" he asked but his tone had some bitterness to it and you sighed getting up "Nunca dije eso, pero sabes, si eso es lo que quieres, entonces como sea, tal vez deberíamos romper si me dedicas demasiado tiempo como dices tu" and he chuckled "Entonces tal vez deberíamos, si vas a intentar seguir convirtiéndome en el malo, tal vez deberíamos simplemente separarnos"

that broke you entirely, seeing him mean it even though you couldn't see the way his heart broke when those words left his lips you moved to get the bags and suitcases you brought when you moved in and started tearing your clothes from the hangers and pulling your clothes from drawers as his eyes rimmed with tears seeing you pack and the small sobs escaping your lips, he knelt beside you as you packed your belongings

"Espera, espera, no, no lo dije en serio, bebé, para," he put a hand over your arm carefully but you shrugged him off "No, Ya no quiero estar aquí Enzo ya terminé me voy a casa con mi mamá no puedo" you cried louder and covered your face with your hands and you could hear Enzo sniffle "No, no, chiquita no te vayas, por favor quédate conmigo. Lo haré mejor, lo prometo" he said with his hands moving to hold you but you extended your arms to keep his away "No, yo me voy," you said and moved around to pack while he continued to follow you around and plead.

he tried to hold onto you and your stuff but to no avail and he couldn't forcefully make you stay so he watched outside as you drove off tears drenched his cheeks and eyes and his fingers intertwined with his hair as he sighed "Mierda, Mierda!" he moved to get his keys and went to his car, he couldn't stay there not at all he knew he's just remember you not being able to sleep so he just drove, where? who knew.

it had been around a few weeks now, you'd been moved back in with your mom who was there for you helping you unpack and what not, Enzo called and texted constantly and even Matias joined in trying to reach you and some of the others but you didn't answer anything, "Enzo ya levantate, asi no la vas a recuperar" Matias had walked into the room he was allowing Enzo to stay in, his girlfriend was making them food at the time and she herself couldn't make the boy eat anything as he only laid in bed most of the time

"entonces que mas hago? ya la llame y le mande textos y no se que mas hacer," Enzo groaned out and Matias sighed "Luego levántate y ve a la casa de su madre y pide perdón como un hombre" Matias told him and Enzo looked at him "No puedo, ella no quiere hablarme" Enzo's voice was low and his attitude was worse as he didn't even look like he had emotions anymore "La amas?" Matias asked with his arms crossed "más que nada" Enzo said as he sat up "entonces lucha por ella" was all Matias could say before leaving the room

and that's what Enzo was going to do, for once he finally took a shower and got presentable leaving to go over to your mothers house with hopes of taking you back home with him. but that was not the case as your mom stood at the front door a small frown on her face "por favor, solo dile que necesito hablar con ella" he said in a pleading manner but the woman sighed "Lo hice pero ella me dijo que te dijera que te fueras, no se siente muy bien" your mother did try to get you to speak to the boy at the front door but you refused

so Enzo left with his heart broken, he had to get used to the fact that you'd probably hate him forever and ever but it was a stab to the heart to deal with that fact, he loved you and now it hit him how it was pointless being without you, he didn't really have much without you.

so then the time for the premier rolls around, it was the night before and Enzo was sitting in his hotel room just thinking, the TV played in the background but as all he could think about was you everything blurred out for him, he could only have you on his mind and even though his castmates tried to reason with him and even reach out to you for his sake, there was no success.

however what he didn't know was that you were in a hotel a few streets down situating yourself and getting ready to rest for tomorrow, even though he hurt you and said some hurtful things, your love for him is bigger than any of that.

Enzo was getting dressed and ready, the day was here and he was prepared for anything or so he thought, the flashing cameras and lights as well as the loud voices of people, photographers, and interviewers was pretty overwhelming however one huge relief was seeing your face amongst the crowd wearing a beautiful dress made just for you, a big proud smile on your lips as he smiled a small giggle escaping his lips as he was himself again and in a better mood.

once Enzo was off the carpet he spotted you speaking to Matias girlfriend and he rushed over arms engulfing you as yours wrapped around his neck "viniste" the slight crack in his voice made you frown slightly "Obviamente, hablamos de este momento desde siempre y no me lo perdería" you told him a small smile on your lips as tears rimmed your eyes "Te amo," he said and you nodded "yo también, bueno ya no llores," you laughed a little cleaning his cheeks and eyes with your thumbs as he chuckled to himself

"Sabia que ibas a volver," he said with the biggest smile on his lips as you did too "Obvio, eres el amor de mi vida boludo," you chuckled kissing his lips, "vamos," you both interlinked arms and he guided you proudly presenting you as his girlfriend, the light of his eyes, his heart.

"que linda pareja," Fran's voice rang out a little teasing tone as both you and Enzo smiled "Entonces ambos volvieron a estar juntos?" Juani asked as he smiled "Si," Enzo said as he held onto you tighter "Entonces debemos de celebrar, vamos por unas cervezas," pipe's voice rang out as the others laughed "no me opongo a una cerveza" you shrugged and Enzo smiled, the night was well spent at the end.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as I did, I honestly have been listening to this song for a while and thought of this plot and enjoyed writing it so I hope you all liked it as well and I am open to doing any request :) (Espero que hayan disfrutado esto como lo hice yo, honestamente he estado escuchando esta canción por un tiempo, pensé en esta trama y disfruté escribiéndola, así que espero que a todos les haya gustado también y estoy abierto a hacer cualquier solicitud :)

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic #Spotify

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stewpidcheescatarinabluu · 27 days ago

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Binondo Bonding

(Tagalog Version)

Synopsis: You take Karina on a one-day date through Binondo — dumplings, fried siopao, sugar donuts, and stolen kisses in between. Amid the chaos of Manila’s streets and the calm of her leaning on your shoulder, you realize: sometimes, falling in love doesn’t take forever. Sometimes, it just takes one perfect day.

Word Count: 857

I need someone to go to binondo with 😞

Karina X Male Reader

You meet her just outside the LRT Carriedo Station, where Manila breathes in heat and exhales chaos. Karina stands under a pale blue parasol you told her to bring — and she actually listened. That alone feels like a small miracle.

"Late ka na naman," she says, crossing her arms, but there’s no bite — just puffed cheeks and that pout she does when she’s pretending to be mad.

"Eh ‘wag ka na magalit," you grin, pulling out a small paper bag. "May hopia ako. Bawi na, diba?"

She tries to glare. Fails.

"Swerte mo hindi pa ‘ko nag-brunch."

"O edi dapat sulit ‘to. Lahat ng missed kain mo, papalitan ko ng mas masarap."

At Dong Bei Dumplings, you sit side by side at a tiny table, fingers fumbling with dough. The old Chinese lady who owns the place watches you both like a hawk — strict, muttering corrections.

"Tama na. Hindi ganyan," she barks as you try folding again.

Karina’s shoulders shake with laughter.

"Feeling ko gusto ka niya," you whisper, biting back your own grin.

"Feeling ko gusto ka niyang batuhin ng dumpling."

She messes up another one and sighs dramatically. You slide closer, take her hand gently.

"Dito ka mag-pinch… tapos fold mo parang sobre."

Her hands are warm, soft. She’s not even watching the dumpling anymore — she’s watching you.

"Alam mo, ang cute mo pag seryoso ka."

"Cute naman talaga ako lagi."

"Ayan na, sinira mo na."

After devouring your dumplings, you pull her by the hand through Ongpin Street — lanterns overhead, tangled wires above, shops packed with gold and jade.

You stop at a roadside cart.

"Fried siopao?! Totoo ‘to?!" she gasps.

"Crispy sa baba, soft sa taas. Parang ako."

"Ang bobo mo." But she bites in — and her eyes go wide. "Tangina. Ang sarap nga."

You reach over, brushing off a crumb near her lip.

She pauses. Swallows.

"...Ginagawa mo nanaman yan."

"Ano?"

"‘Yan. Hinahawakan mo ‘ko na parang normal lang."

You smile. "Eh normal na eh. Boyfriend mo ‘ko, diba?"

She doesn’t reply — just clings to your sleeve tighter.

In Carvajal Street, you find an old bakery selling sugar donuts rolled in coarse brown sugar. She eats hers like a child on Christmas morning.

"Dahan-dahan lang, ‘di yan tatakas. May asukal ka pa sa labi mo," you tease.

She licks blindly. Misses it.

"Ayan pa rin."

You lean in, thumb brushing it off — then press a kiss on her forehead.

She freezes.

"Did you just��"

"Yup."

She blushes. Hard. "T*ngina, ang landi mo." Then hides behind her donut.

You rest at Chuan Kee, sipping iced kalamansi juice, a warm bowl of kiampong between you. She’s tilted into your shoulder now, hat shading her sleepy face.

"Gusto ko ‘to ulitin," she murmurs. "Linggo-linggo."

"Kakayanin mo ba ang gulo ng Maynila?"

"Basta kasama kita? Madali lang."

You chuckle. Thumb drawing soft circles on her back. The kind that says, You’re safe.

Down an alley glowing in pink lanterns, you find a trinket shop. She picks up a jade cat charm.

"Ang panget niya, pero ang cute."

"Parang ikaw paggising."

She smacks your chest but giggles anyway.

Later, you sneak it into her bag zipper.

"Hoy— nilagay mo ‘to?"

"Para may good luck ka. Or para maalala mo ‘ko pag mainit ulo mo."

She throws her arms around you. Tight. No words at first. Then, muffled against your shirt:

"...Gusto ko na ang Maynila."

"Bakit?"

"Kasi nandito ka."

The last light of the day stretches across Jones Bridge, casting golden shadows across the river. Her head is on your shoulder again, more relaxed now. Her feet dangle.

"Sa tingin mo… pwede bang ma-in love sa isang araw lang?"

You don’t answer yet. You lace your fingers with hers. Bring her hand to your lips.

"Hindi." You kiss her knuckle softly. "Kasi hindi isang araw lang. Kada segundo na kasama kita… dun ako na-in love."

She looks at you like you just rewrote the stars.

Then, she pulls you by the collar and kisses you — sweet, warm, taho-soft under moonlight.

And when the city exhales its last bursts of neon, you find yourselves squeezed into the back of a half-full jeepney. Disco lights flicker. Your thighs touch.

She yawns. Her fingers still tangled with yours. The hopia still in her bag — her trophy for the day.

"Inaantok ka na?" you murmur.

She doesn’t answer. Just leans against you with the softest sigh. Her hand presses lightly to your chest.

The jeepney jolts — she doesn’t even flinch.

Across from you, an elderly couple watches. The lola nudges her husband. Smiles. The lolo gives you a small thumbs-up before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

You smile back.

No words needed. Just the soft engine hum, the Manila night, Karina’s sleeping breath on your collarbone.

This is what right feels like.

And as the jeepney rolls through the slow, dreaming city, you close your eyes too — letting your head fall against hers — heart full, still tasting sugar and kalamansi on your lips.

This was just one day. But it was already everything.

#spotify #kpop #aespa #aespa x reader #aespa karina #karina #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #karina fluff #aespa lockscreens #male reader

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maddiesentmehere118 · 6 months ago

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All Isn't Calm, or Bright

This is my first fic, so please be gentle! I've been writing my own self-indulgent fics for years, but decided to post one to get over my fear. This is set around Christmas and reader and the SVU squad are attending a precinct party. The line "He's not good enough for you" is inspired by Lucas' line to Peyton in One Tree Hill!

Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 1,043

Warnings: Rafael is a jealous dick, heartbreak, drinking, angst

Masterlist

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You’re leaning against your apartment door frame, fumbling with the key to the door. As the keys slip from your fingers and drop onto the floor, more tears fall down your face. You glance down at the wristlet keychain splayed out on the floor, and it takes all or your willpower to not slide down into a heap on the floor and give up alongside it.

Taking a steadying breath, you pick up the key and work on the lock again. You finally get the key into the hole after a few more attempts, twisting the door before locking it behind you. In your tear filled haze and the few flutes of champagne at the party, you forget to put the deadbolt in place. Instead, your mind is set on getting more alcohol into your system to numb the heartbreak. And a hot bath to warm you up after the three block walk in the below freezing temperature of New York.

You find a bottle of pink moscato in your fridge and twist it open, thankful that you were still set in your old ways of drinking the cheap moscato on the average night and saving the expensive stuff for special occassions. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in the apartment this week, maybe it had been two weeks. Honestly, it didn’t matter right now- you just needed a place to sleep and some more alcohol. And now that you think of it, you could use a hot bath with the wine.

Half stumbling through the studio apartment, you land in the bathroom. Setting the bottle on the floor by the tub, you turn the facet on. You let out a small yelp with a quick jerk of your hand as you test the water temperature, adding more cold water. Once satisfied, you lean down to grab the bubble bath from underneath the small sink to pour a large capful in.

Sober you would have known this was a bad idea, climbing into the tub, late at night, with a bottle of wine and plenty of alcohol already in your bloodstream.

But currently, you need to find a way to relax so you don't sob yourself to death- or end up doing something you regretted. And since there were quite a few things on that said list of possible regrets, maybe it was the best choice for you to make your way to the west side of Manhattan and make questionable decisions in the comfort of your own home.

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You can tell who has walked up behind you based on the smell of the citrus, woodsy Terre d’Hermes cologne and the way their hands perfectly hold onto your hips. You insticinvtively lean back against Rafael as he gives a firm squeeze of your curves, the large amount of alcohol in your system inhibting your self-awareness of who may be watching. And you are sure that he has also consumed a good amount of alcohol himself.

But as good as the moment is, it is ruined by some of the most infuriating words you have ever heard come out of his mouth being whispered into your ears.

“Te ves hermosa, detective,” there is a pause, a subtle kiss being placed below your ear. His hot breath hits your neck, causing a shiver to roll down your spine. The smell of orange and bourbon invades your senses, a tell tale sign of the Old Fashions he must have been nursing tonight. “Pero el no es lo suficientemente bueno para ti.”

initially you are caught off guard. It takes your mind longer than normal to process the words, but once you put the pieces together, the weight of his body is gone.

You look beautiful, detective But he’s not good enough for you.

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With the scene replaying in your head, the barrier breaks and you sob again. You tug on the dress you bought for the special occasion, not caring if you heard any tearing sounds. You wanted to forget about the night and any reminders of it as you tossed it by the trash can in the corner.

As the water reaches the top and you turn it off, you sink down into the tub, hitting the water hard as some splashes over the sides. And with a laugh of indifference, you place the bottle up to your lips and give a good few gulps of the liquid.

“That’s it, pretty girl.”

Your world is going in and out. You are in your bed, but you don’t remember getting out of the tub. Rafael stands in front of you, putting pills up to your lips. You open your mouth and let him put a water bottle up to your lips.

Your vision flirts over to your nightstand as the water is set down, the light on the dim setting. Two used makeup wipes are in a pile. Your eyes are dry and burn. He is looking down at you, in a t-shirt and sweats.

“You broke my heart.”

“I know,” he pauses, his fingers pushing a few wet strands of hair off of your face “you scared me falling asleep in the tub.”

Ah, that’s why you can’t remember. You fell asleep and he must have helped you stumble to your bed in a blackout state. Ooopsies.

“Is the wine gone?”

You are met with tight lips, worried eyes, and a nod. With a sigh, you slide down onto the bed. The light goes out and a few blinks, he walks off. You watch in the dark, seeing him with a pillow and blanket in his hands as he makes his way over to the couch.

“Where are you going, don’t leave me. Please, don’t. I don’t want to feel alone anymore.”

Silence. He freezes in his spot. You take it as a sign that you’ve been rejected for the second time that night, so you roll over to start sobbing into your pillow. But when the bed dips, your tears stop.

Wordlesly, you are pulled into his side, arm wrapped under your neck. Your fingers wrap around his hand, squeezing tightly.

“Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. We can talk about it when you wake up.”

“Mmmkay," you sleepily mutter, saying words that you won't remember in the morning "I love you.”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #x reader #reader insert #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #fanfiction #rafael barba x y/n #rafael barba x you #one shot #light angst #first post #may or may not make this a multi-part fic

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reijisteacup · 2 months ago

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I was craving a Subaru scenario — you can totally spice things up if you want, SFW or NSFW. I trust your judgment, girl (つω｀*)

Subaru gets dragged to a party by Ayato and Laito (my poor guy...

It’s a celebration for the basketball team at the captain’s house — he’s about to graduate. The kind of party that fills up the whole place, drinks everywhere, and teenagers eager to stir up some... scandal

That’s where Subaru runs into the MC.

She was also dragged there by her friends, but she’s trying to make the most of the night — until she finds herself caught in a typical party dare: spend 10 minutes in a room with one of the basketball guys.

It’s one of those games... clearly meant to lead somewhere.

After a bit of pressure, she agrees and waits in the room for the mystery guy…

But the one who walks in isn’t some athlete— it’s Subaru.

And he does not look happy about the situation she’s gotten herself into.

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By the way, I saw that you got a scenario request from someone in Brasil. I was so happy to know there are other brazilians active in the fandom!!!!

Todo amor do Brasil para você - e isso é uma prova do quão longe seu blog chegou hehehe~ 🇧🇷💚

YOURE A BRAZILIAN BADDIE TOO OMGGGGG <333

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The bass is thumping. Walls shake with every beat, the air reeks of alcohol, sweat, and overpriced cologne. Somewhere downstairs, Ayato’s already yelling about being the MVP, Laito’s charming someone way too eager to fall for it, and Subaru? Subaru wants to punch a hole in this house. He’s this close to vanishing — shadows, rooftops, wherever there’s silence — but Ayato catches him at the stairs with that goddamn smirk and slaps a beer can into his hand. “Don’t be a buzzkill, Subaru! Go mingle or something. You're scaring the girls.” He scoffs and crumples the can without a sip. “Good.” Elsewhere upstairs, you’re stuck in the worst cliché of every party horror story: A dare. “C’mon, it’s just ten minutes in a room,” your friend giggles, already half-tipsy and loving the chaos. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just sit, talk… stare awkwardly. It'll be fun!” You glare at the closed door. Supposedly, one of the basketball guys is about to walk in. Maybe the tall one with the stupid hair? Maybe the flirty one who called you princess earlier? You’re not interested in any of them. But everyone’s watching. Phones out. Shouting numbers like it’s a countdown to your first scandal. You sigh and sit at the edge of the bed, arms crossed. Ten minutes. Whatever. The door clicks open. And you freeze. He’s tall. White hair. That scowl that could split the moon in half. Subaru Sakamaki. He stares at you like he just walked in on a crime scene. “…The hell is this?” His voice is sharp, already annoyed. “You? What’re you doing in here?” You blink. “What am I doing? I thought this was part of the game. They said someone was gonna— Wait. You’re not even on the basketball team.” “No shit.” He slams the door behind him, face darkening. “Ayato pushed me in and locked it.” You both turn to the doorknob.

Click.

=========================================================================================================== It’s locked from the outside. Of course. The silence stretches — not quite awkward, but charged. Subaru’s pacing like a caged wolf, hands in his pockets, jaw tense. You sit up straighter. “You know, for a guy who doesn’t like parties, you sure walked into the worst room.” He whips his head toward you. “I didn’t walk in, I was shoved. I don’t do this stupid ‘truth or dare, lose your dignity in ten minutes’ shit.” “…Was that a dig at me?” He flinches. You watch color rise to his ears. “N-No! I mean—I didn’t mean it like that.” You smirk. “So you think I have dignity?” He groans and looks away, mumbling. “Tch… You’re impossible.” You pat the bed beside you, joking. “Well, we’re stuck here for ten minutes. Come on, Sakamaki. Show me your charming side.” “I don’t have one.” “Try.” And to your surprise, he actually does. He sits — stiff, tense, like even touching the sheets might stain him with embarrassment. He doesn’t look at you, but his fingers twitch. His knee bounces. You can feel how on-edge he is. You break the tension. “So, were you forced to come too?” He exhales sharply. “Ayato wouldn’t shut up about it. Said I needed to stop acting like a damn ghost all the time. Like I want to hang out with drunk morons and loud music.” Your lips twitch into a smile. “You kind of do act like a ghost. A hot one, but still.” He chokes on air. “What the—Don’t say shit like that.” “You’re blushing.” “I’m not—!” He turns away again, red climbing to his ears. “You’re lucky I don’t break this door down.” “Oh, please do. That would be so hot.” He growls. And something shifts in the air. The teasing edge dulls into silence again — this time heavier, almost… dangerous. You look at him. He’s still turned away, but his hands have curled into fists. His breathing’s rougher. You lean forward slightly. “...You okay?” “…You shouldn’t play around like that,” he mutters, low. “With a guy like me.” Your throat tightens. “I wasn’t playing.” Subaru finally looks at you — and his eyes are darker than before. Frustrated. Conflicted. Hungry. “Dumbass,” he mutters. He moves before he can stop himself — hand on your jaw, breath ghosting your cheek, lips just barely brushing yours.

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“You think this is a fucking game?” He doesn’t give you time to answer. Just grabs your jaw and kisses you—hard, deep, his tongue sliding against yours with zero hesitation. You moan into his mouth, thighs clenching, and he feels it. He chuckles. “Already needy? Shit. You’re worse than I thought.” “Subaru—” you gasp, hips twitching when his knee pushes between your legs. “Quiet.” He lifts you, just enough to pin you higher on the wall — your dress rides up, and his hand slips down between your thighs, cupping your heat through damp panties. You whimper. He grins against your neck. “Soaked,” he growls. “Fuck—what were you expecting when you walked in here? Huh? That I’d be some sweet, flustered guy?” His fingers slide under the fabric, stroking slow and deep — just enough to make you shake, to make your breath hitch with each thrust of his hand. He watches you squirm with obsessive hunger. “Every time I see you, I want to do this,” he hisses. “You walk around like that, looking so damn fuckable... but this? A dare? Alone with me in a fucking closet? You were asking for it.” You’re panting, back arched, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please… please don’t stop…” His thumb circles your clit, and you whine — you're so close it hurts. But then— The closet door creaks. It opens slowly. Someone’s silhouette stands on the other side, laughing— “Hey, time’s—” Subaru rips his hand away and steps back. Just like that. Leaving you trembling, thighs slick, lips swollen, body aching for him. “Time’s up,” he mutters, straightening his collar like nothing happened. And without looking back, he pushes past the guy at the door and walks out — leaving you flushed, wet, and ruined in the closet.

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