#poncho babes

[lovesickhotel]

She's ready omg this mf

The dyed hair pattern is inspired in Maradona right?

Miles Kane via yasminkhanmakeup ig stories - 09.08.2024

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Just thinking about Sevika subconsciously playing with your tits wherever you go. Like, you're even used to it too at some point, like even you don't even realize she's playing with your tits, and she doesn't too, it just becomes part of you now. Laying down top of her? She's playing with your tits, while watching you scroll through your phone. Walking down the street? Her hand is already in your shirt, while her poncho is half draped over you.

There are even times you're already asleep, but she can't, so she'll nuzzle her face in your chest, so when you wake up, and ask her what's wrong, she answers she can't sleep. It's almost like an instict at this point to lift up your shirt, and put your boob in her mouth. She smiles, and sucks them until she falls asleep.

Cooking? She'll come up behind you, smack your ass, kiss the side of your neck, and then play with your tits. You notice, of course, but you just carry on with your cooking, until you forget she's there.

So while you're chopping onions, she starts sniffling a bit behind you, and you realize she's still playing with them. "Sevi, get out of there! Your eyes!" You put the chopping board away, wash your hands, and you wipe your own tears. Both of you become teary eyed idiots, that can barely open their eyes. After awhile, you start laughing at the poor teary eyed big baby next to you, trying to wipe her tears away. "Why were you even there? You know I was chopping onions!" You laugh, while you tease her. She "tsk"ed, and pouted at you.

You giggle at your big dummy girlfriend, and came up to her. She had a peramanent pout now, and you can't help but coo at your cute girlfriend. You wipe her tears away, and kiss her nose. "I hate onions." She states, and you giggle some more. "Aww, baby~ I'm sorry, I forgot you were there" You coo, and match her pout. She just looked away, but you cup her face, and wipe some of her tears off with your thumb, as you kiss her forehead.

"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" You ask her. She immedietly flashes you with a smug smile, as she looks up and down at your eyes, and your chest. You playfully roll your eyes, and scoff at her. You get back to what you were chopping, and Sevika pouts again. "You can have dessert later~" You tease her, as you get the knife, to start dicing your onions again.

Until you're surprised to feel Sevika grab your waist again, and your vision gets darker. "Babe? What are you doing?" You say, as you put the knife down again. She put sunglasses on the both of you, as her hands crawl back in your shirt, with a huge grin. "No, no, keep going. I wanna 'watch' you cook." She says, looking at the onion again, and back at you.

You both looked so dumb, wearing sun glasses in the house, with her hand making your boobs jiggle. You both giggle at each other, and her lips captures yours. You pull back, and roll your eyes, and get back to chopping, with a soft smile. "You big dumb dumb" you tease, and she just laughs, and kisses your shoulder.

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I don't know where I was going with this at first, and then I started playing with my tits to get an idea, and then came up with this. Hope you like it!

[archangeldyke-all]

Based off part one that just got released…

Sevika coming home with Jinx and isha because they have no where to stay and she’s not very happy about it but, you welcome them home with open arms and you guys kinda have a little family dynamic going on

-💌

CUTE

men and minors dni

it's a little awkward when sevika comes tumbling through your front door with two kids in tow... only because you were waiting for her on the couch in lingerie.

sevika gasps, jinx starts to cackle, and the little kid holding onto jinx's back just waves at you, too young to know what they just walked in on.

sevika sprints to your side, an excited glimmer in her eyes as she licks her lips and gets a good look at you, before she covers you up in her poncho. jinx is still laughing in the doorway when you're finally clothed.

"hey, jinx." you greet, rubbing your neck in embarrassment. jinx snorts and waves at you. "w-who's your friend?" you ask, pointing to the kid on her back.

sevika groans next to you, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. jinx sighs, but you can see the affection buried just below the surface what she speaks. "tell 'er, kid." she says, nudging the girl.

"h-hi." the baby whispers, waving at you. "'m isha." she says.

you grin, stepping forward to wave back at isha. fuck she's cute, her big gold eyes glimmering with excitement as you approach her. "well, ms. isha. it looks like you got my girls into some trouble." you say.

isha giggles and jinx smirks a bit. you've always had a soft spot for jinx, and lately, it seems like sevika's been feeling the same. if there's one thing sevika knows about it's losing a father figure-- she couldn't stop herself from lending a helping hand to the teen.

so: jinx has been over for a lot of dinners lately, crashing on the couch once or twice a week, using your bath on occasion and, sometimes, coming over just to chat.

"we got inna fight!" isha announces, wiggling a bit on jinx's back. you quickly shoot a glare at sevika and she rolls her eyes.

"you did!? did you win?" you ask. isha nods enthuastically, her little miners' hat clattering to the ground.

"i shot a gun!" she says.

"you what!?" you ask, glaring at jinx and sevika. both of them wear the same exasperated look on their faces, sevika raising her flesh arm in surrender.

"she didn't. she held a gun. stupidly. i told you to stay on the fuckin' balcony." sevika says, glaring at isha. the girl pouts, and jinx clicks her tongue.

"oh please. i heard the stories about you as a kid, sevika." jinx says. "it's not like i was any better." she mumbles.

you sigh and tug jinx into your home, leading her and isha to the couch. "c'mon. the couch is a pull out, i'm sure both of you can fit."

"what!? no-- isha's not-- we're not-- i'm fine!" jinx insists. you and sevika both snort, and jinx grunts and rolls her eyes. "fine, whatever. we'll stay... but only if you make that stir fry shit again." jinx relents, settling isha down on the couch before flopping down on it herself.

isha immediately crawls into jinx's lap, starting to fiddle with her bangs. sevika moves to start helping you in the kitchen, and when jinx thinks there's no one left to see, she leans forward and kisses isha's forehead, smiling softly.

"so... you just gonna keep bringing home strays?" you tease in the kitchen, hip checking sevika as you spark the stove. she groans.

"oh, fuck off. you know you're thrilled to play family."

"'course i am. you're a hot mom babe. what'd jinx call it? a milf?" you ask. sevika snorts despite herself, shaking her head in amusement. "next time you two get into some shit though, you're leaving the kid with me, understand?"

sevika chuckles and kisses your cheek. "whatever you say, mama bear... we should probably start keeping the sexy-clothes limited to the bedroom, too."

you groan and elbow your wife. sevika just cackles.

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[knowinglewis]

Fading Lines

Part one/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Final Part

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: The lines between friendship and something more start to blur between you and Lewis when he invites you to his first race weekend with Ferrari.

Word Count: 8,035

Warnings: Jealousy, anxiety, overthinking, angst, and some FLUFF. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Firstly thank you all SO much for the love on part one! We're back with part two and those lines are starting to blur EVEN MORE! It's looking like this will be a 4 part series, because this would easily be a 30k words or more fic if it was just the one part! Again, thank you for reading and really hope you enjoy it, please let me know your thoughts!

Race day came fast, sunlight flowing through edges of the hotel curtains far too early for your liking. Isabella was already bouncing around the room in her Ferrari merch, her red crop top, slick ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses that cost more than your rent.

"Are you ready to go?" she grinned, tossing you a pair of passes with your name printed in glossy bold letters. "We're going full VIP again, babe."

You caught the pass mid-air and pulled it over your head. The laminate captured the light like a trophy, shiny and in perfect condition, but it’s not what set your pulse racing. You felt your stomach flip with nerves and excitement, as well as something else you didn’t feel like you could name yet.

You told yourself it was the energy of the upcoming race, the roar of the engines, the crowds surrounding the track, but that wasn’t the full truth. The full truth was draped over your arm: a black Louis Vuitton jacket that still smelled faintly like a woody, expensive cologne.

Lewis hadn’t said anything when he placed it over your shoulders, just a look that said don’t argue. You were shivering and he had noticed.

You told yourself you’d give it back today. That was the plan. Until you stepped outside the car and were met with a cool breeze. Wasn’t Australia meant to be warm this time of year? The grey clouds coating the sky told you otherwise, and so you slid your arms into the jacket. It felt natural, familiar. A little like a secret. Though, you knew you had to return it soon.

By the time you had arrived at the paddock, the rumble of engines was already alive. The scent of rubber and fuel clung to the humid air, mingling with the heat from the track. Cameras flashed from every angle, with fans scrambling to get to their seats to see the drivers, ponchos and umbrellas in hand. The energy was electric all around as you made your way to the Ferrari suite. 

The suite buzzed with excitement, the thrum of conversation and glasses clinking over the broadcast playing on several sleek monitors. You were once again surrounded by groups of wealthy people and PR reps who chatted among themselves as the race start approached.

Isabella tugged you through the crowd with ease, throwing smiles at anyone who looked your way. She was in her element, always charming, relaxed, already waving at someone you half-recognised from a fashion campaign you’d come across. You smiled along and pulled the jacket tighter around you, the soft luxury of the fabric was a strange comfort against the backdrop of noise and movement. 

“Good afternoon ladies,” a warm voice greeted the two of you from your left.

You turned to see Anthony Hamilton stepping toward you, dressed in a crisp black suit with a relaxed air that felt earned. His smile reached his brown eyes as he extended a hand toward you both. 

“Welcome back,” he said kindly, then looked at you with a small nod. “Lewis was looking for you earlier, but you just missed him.”

You felt your heart skip once again as it had many times that weekend, taking your breath away for a moment. You opened your mouth to respond as you quickly gathered your thoughts, but he was waved over by a Ferrari team member before you could speak.

“I’ll see you ladies soon,” he said before ducking towards the exit. 

Then he was gone, quickly swallowed by a wave of team members and executives slipping past the security cordon.

You stood still for a beat, letting the noise settle around you. He was looking for you? You wondered to yourself for a moment if maybe he just wanted his jacket back, or if he wanted to check in after last night. It wasn’t until Isabella elbowed you gently with a teasing grin that you exhaled. 

“Your man was looking for you, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows, all too aware of how you felt about Lewis and the growing connection between you.

You returned her cheeky look with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head as she began preparing her camera and phone. The two of you made your way across the suite before heading outside again, while Isabella panned her camera across the paddock.

Near the sheltered tables outside stood Raye, along with Miles, Spinz, and Lewis’ stepmother, Linda. Raye waved you over once you’d gotten closer, clutching her red handbag below her red and white outfit.

“Hello, darling!” She greeted along with the rest of the crew, who gave you a mix of small waves and nods. 

You greeted the group in return, taking a seat at the table along with the rest. You slipped into the chair beside Raye, shaking the drizzle of rain off your sleeves and tucking your feet beneath the table.

“How are you feeling? Any better?” Raye asked with genuine concern, leaning towards you with a gentle steadiness.

“Yeah, much better today, thank you,” you replied, offering a small smile despite the brief embarrassment that dusted across your cheeks. “I feel bad for leaving early like that though.”

“No, no. Don’t feel bad at all,” she said quickly, brushing it off with a flick of her hand. “The day was pretty intense, so I don’t blame you. Plus…” Her eyes dipped briefly to the jacket wrapped snugly around your shoulders before giving you a wink, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “You’re clearly being taken care of.”

Your mouth opened for a second, but nothing came out. Heat spread across your cheeks, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the nearby patio heaters or the direct hit of her teasing tone, as you glanced down instinctively at the sleek black fabric. The designer jacket that wasn’t yours but still felt oddly like it belonged on you.

“He let me borrow it last night,” you explained casually, suddenly self-conscious as you thumbed the hem at the bottom corner of the jacket on your lap. “I was going to return it.”

Raye hummed in amusement and approval. “Well, it looks great on you.”

You thanked her shyly, pursing your lips, unable to hold back the smile that threatened to tug at your mouth. 

The conversation drifted then to talk of the weather, of who was doing press rounds early, and how chaotic the rain had made logistics. Linda offered a few gracious insights, and Spinz shared a behind-the-scenes story that made the whole table laugh. You laughed where appropriate, nodded along, but your mind kept floating, not heavy like yesterday, just…lighter.

The jealousy that had gripped you before, clawing under your ribs like something wild, had softened into something quieter. You weren’t sure if it had faded completely or if you’d just gotten better at tucking it away. Or maybe it was also Lewis’ jacket still draped over your shoulders. It gave you a strange sort of confidence, like a secret you were wearing in plain sight.

Either way, the knot in your chest had loosened, replaced with a calmer lightness and the anticipation of seeing him.

Another moment passed before you noticed the heads of all at the table turned to the suite, where you saw Lewis jog past the outdoor terrace toward the suite entrance, raincoat flaring slightly with each step. 

His race boots thudded against the stone in a familiar rhythm as he escaped the light drizzle of rain, a focused, excited look on his face.

Then, just before disappearing inside, he glanced over his shoulder toward your table.

His hand lifted in a brief wave, casual but warm. His gaze skimmed across the group and you locked eyes for a fleeting second. 

It wasn’t much, not definitive, but there was something in the way his eyes hesitated before he ducked into the suite, like a skipped heartbeat. 

“Must’ve come from the press tent,” Miles added, glancing at the time on his phone. “It’s chaos over there.”

You tried to pull your focus back to the conversation, even as your thoughts lingered elsewhere. That was until Isabella checked her own phone.

“Time to go do our thing.” She nodded towards the paddock. “Let’s make ourselves useful before they lock down the grid.”

The paddock pulsed with energy, crew members rushing past with headsets and clipboards, journalists angling for last-minute quotes, and fans pressed against barricades for one final glimpse. Isabella weaved through the chaos like she’d done it a hundred times, camera strapped over one shoulder, phone in hand.

“Can you grab the monopod from my bag?” Isabella asked without missing a step.

You complied, reaching into the side pocket of her tote and handing it over smoothly as you both moved between the garages. When she paused to frame a quick shot of a team huddle, you instinctively stepped behind her, shielding her from a stray crew member passing too close.

“Thanks,” she said breathlessly, glancing over her shoulder with a grateful grin. “You’re the best.”

She captured clips of Charles chatting with a couple of Ferrari crew members, as well as Lando and Oscar preparing to get into their cars. 

Pausing near the corridor of the Ferrari garage, Isabella typed out a caption for her story. You were adjusting your lanyard when you caught sight of him.

Lewis stood alone further down the corridor, slipping his airpods back into their case. He always had them in as he prepared for the race. A soft thrum of nerves rippled through you and you debated whether you wanted to risk disturbing this moment of quiet for him. 

Before you could move backwards to stay out of his way, his eyes spotted you and a smile immediately graced his handsome face. He stepped forward and you moved towards him as well, meeting him halfway along the empty corridor.

“Hey.” He reached out for a light hug, his calm aura was a balm to your nerves. “Are you feeling better?”

You nodded, smoothing your hand over his muscled back as his hand rested at your shoulder blade. “Yeah. Much better, thank you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright.” Lewis let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, as he mirrored your nod in return. “I’m hoping the rain throws things in our favour, starting eighth isn’t exactly where I wanted to be.”

“You’ve got this.” You assured him, dropping your hand reluctantly back to your side and nudging your toe gently against the ground. 

His gaze held yours for a breath longer, an unreadable look in his eyes, like he was on the verge of saying more. The air between you shifted, thick with a quiet, yet gentle tension. “Thank you,” he said finally, voice low. “It means a lot to have you here.”

You felt the warmth of his words settling somewhere beneath your ribs, and weren’t sure what to do with it yet, or how to respond. So you offered him a small, grateful smile, unsure if it said too much or not enough.

Then you remembered. Your fingers moved to the zip at your collarbone, breaking the tension. “Oh, your jacket,” you noted, tugging lightly at the edge of the jacket. “Sorry, I meant to give it back. Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“No, it’s okay,” Lewis said gently, lifting his hand up towards yours. “Keep it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, pausing your removal at his unexpected response. “Are you sure?”

“It looks good on you,” he shrugged, like it’s just a fact. Not flirty, not calculated. Just the truth. “I want you to have it.”

You just looked at him, really looked, unsure how to respond. Gratitude was written behind your eyes, for his generosity, for the calm steadiness of his voice, for the comfort of the jacket still clinging to your frame.

However, before you could find the right words, a sudden swell of movement nearby drew both your attention. The flurry of team personnel, mechanics, and press marked the countdown to the race starting.

“Looks like it’s time,” you remarked, glancing toward the mounting chaos on either end of the corridor.

Lewis nodded, following your observation of the garage corridor. It was as though neither of you wanted to leave your bubble in that hallway, where only the two of you existed, but you knew it would soon be flooded with people again.

You hesitated for a split second, then found his warm brown eyes that focused on yours intently. “Good luck, Lewis” you murmured, your voice softer and assuring. “You’ve got this.”

The look he gave you then was soft, his defined lips curving with gratitude, like the words had meant more than you realised. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Your heart swelled with admiration, not just for his talent or how he carried himself, but for the way he could be so utterly sincere in the middle of an insane schedule. For a moment, the noise of the paddock blurred into the background, and all you could feel was the warmth of his gaze and the unguarded way he looked at you.

There was a tenderness in it that caught you off guard. Your pulse fluttered, not from nerves this time, but from the slow, dawning realisation that you really were falling under his spell. Not because he was Lewis Hamilton, the name stitched on many caps and Ferrari shirts around you, or the handsome face plastered across billboards, but because in moments like this, he was just him. Charming without trying, genuine, kind, and more disarming than you were ready for. It was nearly impossible not to fall for him.

“I’ll see you after.” He gave you a final nod, before he turned and disappeared into the crowd, swallowed by the chaos of race day. 

You stood for a moment longer, breathing in and out carefully, then headed off to find Isabella, your mind still reeling like you'd just walked out of a dream.

You found Isabella not long after, or rather, she had found you, dragging you by the wrist to the barrier in the Ferrari garage with a giddy, breathless energy that barely contained itself.

The sound of the engines roaring to life overpowered the focused engineers who spoke over their over headsets as screens flickered with timing data. The buzz in the air was palpable. Light rain still misted lightly over the track, making the asphalt glisten, making every moment feel sharpened at the edges.

You both held your own red headsets and shuffled around the barrier while the others flooded in, Raye and Miles taking an empty spot next to you along with Spinz. 

“Okay,” Isabella breathed out, eyes wide as she leaned toward you, her camera slung precariously over one shoulder, “I know I said I came here for content, but I might be in love with a guy from the pit crew, and I think I’ve taken the internet with me.”

“Sorry, what?” You couldn’t help but laugh, tugging your new jacket tighter around your body when a breeze blew into the garage.

“Look at him.” She brought her phone screen into view, replaying the video she had posted.

You watched the man in question, tall, broad-shouldered, in his Ferrari shirt and gloved fingers which directed the team as they moved the car out. His dark hair was slightly windswept in the cool weather, sleeves rolled just enough to show off very defined forearms.

“Ooh, not bad.” You shared an impressed look with raised brows. 

“Right? Look at those arms,” she said like it was obvious, before opening the comments and scrolling. “And apparently the internet agrees.”

You laughed again, reading some of the thirsty messages under the video. An air of adrenaline filled the room soon after as the time ticked down and the race began. You chatted briefly with Miles and Raye, making casual commentary on the grid positions, and jokingly offering a few predictions that didn’t pan out.

The wet conditions made the race even more thrilling and risky, with a few cars slipping and crashing into the barriers. For a couple of glorious laps, Lewis had made it up to P2, battling in the wet, looking fast and aggressive. Just the conditions he’d been hoping for to flip the race into his favour.

Hope sparked in your chest, heart racing as you watched his car eat up the track. You clutched Isabella’s hand tightly, both your eyes trained on the screens above. That was, until the McLarens quickly clawed their way back, and a pit stop pushed him down again. 

You crossed your fingers, digging into your sleeves, wishing there was something you could do. Wishing you could send that fierce surge of belief you’d seen in him earlier right back through the screen, but it was clear that it was slipping away as you watched him struggle with the tyres and grip.

The final result: tenth.

Not what he’d wanted. Not what he’d deserved.

You didn’t see him right away afterward, he wasn’t among the crowd dispersing near the garage or standing with the team huddled in their post-race debrief. You scanned the blur of red uniforms, more out of habit than anything else, eyes drifting over the scene without really meaning to, waiting for a familiar stride, the flash of perfectly sectioned braids, anything that might settle the restlessness in your chest.

Then, Lewis passed through the garage, flanked by staff leading him toward the media area, helmet in hand and fireproofs tied around his waist. His braids were slightly damp, the markings of his helmet across his cheek, and jaw tight with exhaustion. Though the staff spoke low in his ear, clipboard in hand, he kept his calm demeanor, nodding along. 

His eyes swept over the garage, and for the briefest second, they met yours.

You didn’t lift your hand, only offered a small smile, which he returned, but he didn’t break stride. He was gone within a short few seconds, already halfway into the press gauntlet.

You and Isabella lingered for a while after. She busied herself smugly rewatching her pit crew crush’s video and editing the next load of content she planned to post. 

The energy in the space was changing, the high-pitched urgency of race day slowly winding down into a quiet pack up. Mechanics started rolling equipment back into storage, wiping down tools, checking over the cars. Engineers discussed data at a more subdued pace, the adrenaline fading into fatigue.

You waited just a little longer, but Lewis didn’t reappear. No glimpse, no stolen glance. He was somewhere inside, swallowed by debriefs, press duties, and the media machine that didn’t stop, even on bad days.

The garage and suites began to empty around you, the crowd thinning unti only essential personnel remained. A few stragglers from hospitality passed through, but it was clear things were wrapping up. 

Then, movement at the far end of the corridor caught your eye. Lewis stood in his Ferrari shirt and loose pants, his cap covering the expression on his face. Beside him Raye stood close, one hand gesturing mid-story, the other brushing lightly against his arm. She laughed at something he said, to which he smiled softly, and it was the first time you’d seen his shoulders relax since before the race.

You didn’t move, your feet glued to the ground. You just watched as they lingered, speaking in low voices like there was no rush to be anywhere else. Then, they turned together, walking down the corridor and out of sight.

A sharp pinch tightened in your chest before you could stop it. Of course he was busy. Of course he had people to see, things to do. This was his world, after all. It was loud, fast, and always full of people who wanted his time. Still, the unwelcome sting of being forgotten, left behind, settled in anyway.

Your mind swirled with a million thoughts, mainly confusion, at the situation. Earlier, Raye had winked at you when she saw the jacket slung around your shoulders, teasing knowingly like she was in on a secret. Like she knew something, but now she was the one walking away with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but. the jacket began to feel heavier, like the weight of disappointment hanging from your body.

Maybe you had just misread everything. Again.

“Alright, I’m hungry.” Isabella’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as took her gear apart, tucking them into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.

“Yeah, me too.” You nodded slowly, grabbing your own bag and checking your phone for the time, noticing the way your stomach grumbled.

The two of you made your way out of the paddock, leaving behind the hum of machinery and the distant sound of equipment being packed away into containers for shipping, echoing through the corridors. No words. No messages. Just the quiet ache of being forgotten, along with not being able to check on Lewis after a difficult race still trailing behind you in the cool evening air. He’d said he’d see you after, but you knew that in this life, sometimes even the best intentions got swept up in the chaos.

The hotel room glowed in a soft amber light, you sat on the floor with your suitcase open, half-packed with folded clothes and your tangled chargers. Isabella lounged across the bed in an old hoodie and bike shorts, one leg bent, and the other lazily kicking at the air as she swiped through her camera roll.

“I’m depressed,” she announced suddenly with a dramatic sigh. “We haven’t even left yet and I’m already dreading going back to work.”

“Yeah, back to reality, I guess,” you muttered with a small sigh of your own, folding the pair of socks you’d chucked out of your bag while getting ready that morning. “I’m really not looking forward to it.”

“Tell me about it. I feel like we barely got to see much of Melbourne, I was really hoping to go to a beach or two,” Isabella groaned, flopping onto her front.

You rose to your feet, walking across to the bed to pack away your hair tools. Your phone had been sitting on your bedside table charging away, when the vibration caught your attention.

“Maybe we should just call in sick and spend a couple of extra days here,” Isabella mused, watching you pick up your phone.

“Should we?” You considered her idea, shooting her a mischievous look before your eyes fell onto the notification on your screen.

It was Lewis.

‘Hey, have you had dinner yet?’

It was such a simple question, but it still caught you off guard. Not did you eat, but have you had dinner yet, a present tense. Like maybe he’d meant to join you. Maybe he had planned to, or at least thought about it, before everything got swept up in the race.

You bit your lip, warmth blooming across your cheeks as you typed slowly:

‘Yeah I had some with Issy earlier. How about you?’

It only took a moment for the reply to come through, your phone buzzing in your hands.

‘Keen for dessert?’

The corner of your mouth lifted involuntarily as you read his reply. A part of you still felt the sting from earlier, from that moment in the corridor. And yet here he was. Reaching out. Your fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, the flutter in your stomach growing. Would it just be the two of you? Would the whole group be there? Surely he would tell you, or ask you to bring Isabella too if it was a group thing.

From the bed, Isabella didn’t miss a thing, catching the smile on your lips and the flush of your cheeks as the cogs turned in your mind. 

“Lewis?” She grinned, sitting up to look nosily over your shoulder. “What’d he say?”

You turned your phone to show her the text, suddenly feeling shy as she read the messages. 

“Oh my- you have to go,” she gasped, clutching your hand and shoving your phone towards you in excitement. 

You paused for a second, not wanting to get ahead of yourself, but you couldn’t help the panic in your voice. “Do you think it’s like a group thing though? Maybe he’s already with the others, right? Probably with Raye…or…ugh I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever been alone with him like that before.” 

“Okay firstly, if it was a group thing, he definitely would have mentioned it or put it in a group chat. He only texted you,” she reassured you, placing a hand on your forearm in support. “And second, why not just take a chance? You never know what will come from this!”

Isabella was the voice of reason you needed in that moment, your heart thudding louder as you glanced back at your phone. Maybe this would be the chance to clear things up properly. Your thumbs hung over the keyboard on the screen, your mind drawing a complete blank on your response. Would a simple ‘yes’ or ‘sure’ be too blunt? You didn’t want to come off too eager and put him off, but you didn’t want to make yourself sound uninterested either. 

“Here.” Isabella reached over, sensing your hesitation and quickly typed a message for you. “Just send this. It’s cute and flirty, but you’re keeping it subtle.”

Before you could overthink it, you pressed the send button, letting out a breath you’d been holding in.

‘I could be convinced’

The two of you waited eagerly as the three blinking dots popped up in a bubble beneath your message. He didn’t type for long before his reply flashed onto your screen with another buzz.

‘Good. Come down, I’ll get the car brought around.’

Immediately, you turned to face Isabella, who already had her jaw on the floor in elation. She squealed excitedly, bouncing off the bed and shaking your arm.

“Go, now!” She began to push you towards the door while you were still collecting yourself.

“Okay, okay!” You moved out of her grip, giving yourself a once over in the mirror and smoothing your hair down.

You hadn’t changed out of your outfit from the day since you’d gotten so caught up with packing as soon as you’d gotten home, but you still looked well put together for a last minute dessert run. With a quick touch up and spritz of your perfume, you slipped his sleek jacket back on along with your shoes.

You took a deep breath, turning to face Isabella one last time before you head out the door. 

“You look beautiful girl. Have fuuuun!” she sang, sending you a wink and wave as you disappeared into the hallway.

You made your way down towards the elevator, and jabbed the button for the lobby. The elevator doors slid closed with a soft sigh, and the quiet hum of descent only made the nerves in your stomach grow. It was a long ride down, giving you a momentary pause while you attempted to calm yourself.

It was just dessert. Just a friendly catch-up after a long day. However, your pulse didn’t seem to get the memo.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirrored wall, making some final adjustments to your look. Luckily, you had managed to avoid getting drenched in the rain that day, so your hair remained intact. The anticipation tugged at your chest, as the elevator slowed, and you swallowed once, steadying yourself before the doors slid open.

The hotel lobby was quiet this late, the marble floors echoing with the faint tap of your steps as you walked through towards the entrance. You spotted him instantly.

Lewis stood near the doors, adjusting one of his rings, looking freshly showered and re-energised. His head turned at the sound of your approach, and a warm smile spread across his face. The way his eyes sparkled at you made your knees weak.

“Hi,” he greeted, voice low and easy as he gave you a light hug.

“Hi,” you returned his smile, stepping back when he let you go.

A hotel staff member stepped up, holding out a pair of keys. Lewis took them with a quiet “cheers,” nodding in thanks before glancing back at you.

“This way,” he gestured towards the door, his smile widening just slightly.

You followed him through the front doors, that slid open for you, the air cool on your skin. A sleek black car waited just outside under the awning, headlights blinking as he unlocked it. The hotel staff moved to open the car doors for you, but he walked ahead and thanked them as the doors lifted open on their own.

Following his lead, you slid into your seat in the sleek car, which was already warm in the cold night. The doors closed with a thud and the engine purred to life. You pulled your seatbelt across your lap while Lewis rolled the car smoothly out into the night. You peered over at him as he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other relaxed over the gear shift. He looked at ease for the first time all weekend, his shoulders loosened and his sharp jaw no longer clenched with tension.

“So,” he started, cutting a quick look in your direction with a small, knowing smirk, “How about some ice cream?”

You blinked. “Ice cream? It’s a bit cold tonight, isn’t it?”

“That’s the point,” he laughed, eyes back on the road. “Best time to eat it. Something about it just makes it taste even better.”

“That sounds…a little insane,” you said, deadpan, which made him laugh again. A genuine, light sound that pulled a grin out of you before you could stop it.

“Trust me. I know a really good place that’s not too far,” he assured you, tapping the address into the screen in the middle to start the navigation. 

“Alright, I trust you.” You rested back in your seat, letting your eyes trail out to the city around you.

The city lights of Melbourne flickered against the windows like soft confetti, and you could see crowds of people wandering the streets in groups still, enjoying their weekend before the reality of Monday set back in. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only settles between people who’ve already spent a lot of time in each other’s orbit. 

You noticed a soft track playing low on the radio, a velvety voice layered with subtle beats that pulsed through the speakers. The song was unfamiliar, but you read the track name, ‘Weightless’ sitting on the bottom of the screen. There was no name for an artist beneath it and no photo on the side to give you an indication of where this song had come from. 

Then, it finally clicked. You tilted your head slightly, catching a glimpse of Lewis in the dim lights, “Is this yours?”

His lips pursed, trying not to look smug as he gave a modest shrug. He was somehow even more handsome in the dim light when he wasn’t trying.

“Lewis, you sound amazing,” you breathed with an encouraging tone, unable to take your eyes off his cute expression.

“It’s just something I was messing around with,” he chuckled, shooting a quick look your way before returning to the road. “I haven’t really played it for anyone yet.”

You moved your gaze out the window quickly, heart stuttering just enough to make you feel like a teenager again with a crush at school. “I’m very lucky then.”

His reply came in the form of another quiet, breathy laugh, the kind that slipped out before he could stop it. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm with the beat, still playing softly through the car speakers. Your smile remained, as his melodic voice filled the silence between you.

A few minutes later, warm pale light spilled from a small gelateria tucked into the corner of a quiet street. He pulled into a spot out front and switched the engine off, the music fading into silence. You looked up at the shopfront, the name lit up in red across the sign, humming faintly behind the glass.

You exited the car at the same time as the doors lifted open, and walked side by side towards the shop. He moved ahead to hold the door open as a couple walked out, thanking him quickly, before the way cleared for you to walk through.

“After you.” Lewis motioned towards the inside of the shop, allowing you to enter and following behind you into the chilly space.

The inside of the shop smelled faintly of vanilla and citrus, warm and inviting even under the fluorescent lights. The tiles were a little worn, patterned in alternating a pastel green and white, just like something out of an old postcard. Along the back wall, a massive blackboard stretched almost the length of the room, plastered full of scoop flavours, including the classics of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, along with pistachio, burnt fig, and a few odd ones near the bottom like vanilla miso and olive oil lemon.

A curved glass freezer stood just below it, proudly displaying colourful rows of gelato in soft peaks, as if they’d been freshly smoothed only minutes ago. The creamy chocolate sat beside an earthy-looking brown swirl named Chestnut Espresso, and one Lewis pointed to immediately, labelled Strawberry Basil (vegan).

Behind the counter, an older man with thick glasses and a striped shirt glanced up as you both perused the selection. He gave a polite nod of welcome, his eyes lingering on Lewis for just a second too long. It wasn’t out of rudeness, but in the way when someone tries to figure out if they know you from somewhere. His brow furrowed slightly, the beginnings of recognition stirring, but he said nothing. 

Lewis leaned casually against the counter as you continued to scan the flavours, the cool air from the freezer brushing your skin as the man behind the counter lifted the lid to scoop the Strawberry Basil ice cream into a cup for him.

“Interesting choice,” you remarked, raising an eyebrow at the green swirl through the shiny pink cream.

“Hey, I’ve heard good things. Gotta try something new,” Lewis frowned playfully, before asking for a scoop of lemon sorbet as well.

“You’re braver than I am,” you laughed in return, settling for a safe option with raspberry white chocolate flavour and a scoop of mango sorbet.

The man behind the counter loaded your cups with ease and handed them over as Lewis tapped his payment, along with a generous tip. His eyes widened as he noticed this on the receipt, likely confirming his suspicion on Lewis’ identity and he thanked him while handing over two wooden spoons.

“Thank you very much, have a good night.” Lewis gave the man a knowing smile, before pressing a finger to his lips in a silent shh with a quick wink. 

He handed over your cup as you thanked the man too, and slipped out of the shop. The two of you entered the car, placing your gelato in the cup holders.

Lewis tapped on the screen of the car as it came to life, scrolling over the map and pointing at a nearby lake. “I’ll just drive around, I think over there should give us a nice view.” 

“Perfect,” you agreed, sitting back in your seat while the car reversed out of the parking spot.

It only took a couple of minutes, and a gasp left your lips the moment you caught sight of the view from the lake. The water stretched out calmly ahead like liquid glass, the lights from the buildings glittering across the gentle ripples. Melbourne’s skyline looked like something out of a postcard, with sharp high rise buildings and different coloured lights painted in the horizon. The area was quiet once Lewis parked up and switched off the engine, except for the occasional chirp of cicadas or the rustle of a breeze slipping through the nearby trees.

“Wow. This is stunning,” you whispered, undoing your seatbelt and leaning forward to drink in the scenery.

“Really is.” Lewis nodded in agreement, picking up your gelato cup and holding it towards you.

The interior of the car felt warm and safe, lit softly by the streetlamp nearby. You both turned a little more toward each other, setting a napkin on your thighs and dipping your wooden spoons into your gelato. You started with the raspberry white chocolate, which was sweet and heavenly on your tongue, while Lewis scooped a small spoon of his strawberry basil flavour.

“How is it?” You asked, noticing the look on his face as the gelato melted in his mouth.

“It’s not bad actually.” He savoured the taste for a moment, before spooning another bite and bringing it to your lips. “Here, try some.”

You hesitated at first, raising an eyebrow in his direction, but chose to trust him and let him feed you. He watched you in anticipation as it melted on your tongue.

“Okay,” you nodded, identifying the flavour. “It’s definitely not bad, but it tastes like eating strawberries with the leaves.”

“You know what? That’s pretty accurate,” he laughed, going in for another spoon. 

“Try this.” You dipped your spoon in the mango sorbet and lifted it to his mouth once he’d finished with his bite. “You can never go wrong with mango.”

The well kept scruff on his chin brushed against your finger as he leaned in to taste the sorbet off your spoon, humming in agreement. The soft light from the street lamp spilled into the car, catching on the edges of his long eyelashes, the curve of his cheekbones and the stud in his nose. 

There was something about the calm in his expression that made your heart ache just a little, like you were witnessing a part of him few people got to see.

Your gaze lingered on the shape of his mouth, the faintest trace of a smile still tugging at the corner of it as he continued to eat his sweet treat. His braids were tied back, remaining perfectly intact despite his helmet earlier in the day, and for a second, the quiet admiration caught you completely off guard.

God, he was beautiful. In every way possible. 

You chewed on your lower lip, feeling the flutter in your chest again, and quickly looked back down at your gelato like it might offer some kind of emotional cover, but the feeling didn’t go away.

You really liked him.

However, you had to get yourself out of this train of thought as soon as possible, when you caught a glimpse of Lewis licking a drop of melted gelato from his finger, making your heart race instantly.

You needed to say something. Anything.

You cleared your throat softly. “How are you feeling? After the race, I mean.”

He glanced over as he wiped his fingers with his napkin, as though he hadn’t expected the question. With a deep breath, he relaxed into his seat and stared out the window at the skyline.

“Disappointed, honestly,” he admitted, the honesty in his voice catching you slightly off guard. “It’s the first race, but I hoped to get more out of it. I’m still learning the car though. New team, new engine, it’s a lot to figure out. I won’t put it all on one race though, this is just the beginning.”

“That makes sense,” you murmured gently, following his line of sight out towards the horizon. “I believe in you though, it’s going to take some time, but I know you’ll get it.”

“I really appreciate that,” he replied, sincerity laced in his voice.

There was a pause, a softness in the air as you relished each other’s company silently.

Then he turned to face you. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to spend more time with you today. I wanted to, but after everything, it just… got hectic.”

You gave him a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s okay. I know how this life is,” you shrugged before continuing. “I could see how busy it got for you.”

Placing your gelato back in the cup holder, you turned your body towards him, running your fingers along the leather of your seat. You knew what you wanted to say, but you found yourself struggling to get the words out, doubting if you should even bring it up at all. You also knew Lewis, and how important communication is to him.

“I just-” you hesitated, your voice quieter now, taking a breath before you continued. “I saw you talking to Raye. After the race.”

He watched you with understanding. “Yeah.”

You didn’t want to sound jealous. You weren’t even sure you had the right to. “I was hoping to see you and check on you after the race, but I just…noticed. It looked like you left together.”

“Yeah,” he spoke after a short moment, like he understood what you were hinting at. “We were working on some music. She wanted to run through a few things before flying out. I figured it’d be quieter back at the hotel.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you two were working together.” You suddenly felt heat build up your neck, slightly embarrassed of your assumption.

“Yeah, just a couple of tracks,” he explained. “She’s been helping me experiment with new ideas.”

You nodded slowly, the night air feeling thicker somehow. His words didn’t bring you much relief, the weight of your unspoken words heavy on your tongue.

“I get that these weekends are hectic and crazy,” you began again quietly, struggling to meet his eyes. “I really do. You’re being pulled everywhere, and I don’t expect you to be there with me every second, I just…” You hesitated again. “I guess I hoped we’d get a little more time. We haven’t seen each other in months.”

Lewis didn’t respond right away, but he kept his gaze on you with that steady intensity of his.

“Maybe that’s selfish,” you added with a weak laugh. “I don’t know.”

“It’s not selfish,” he assured you, his voice soft yet certain. “I feel the same, and I’m sorry. I should’ve made more time for you.”

You met his eyes, the tension in the car breaking into something warmer at the reassurance from him.

“I actually wanted to ask you…I know it’s a long shot, but do you have any plans next weekend?” He asked with what seemed to be an offer lingering on his tongue.

You shook your head as you recalled the reality you would be returning to tomorrow. “Not at the moment.”

“Good. Let me make it up to you.” His eyebrows relaxed, angling himself towards you. “Come to the next race in China with me.”

You didn’t answer right away. The idea of hopping on a plane to China so soon after Australia sounded wild… but maybe exactly what you needed. Then, the memory of earlier flashed into your mind, of standing there in the chaos while he disappeared down the corridor with someone else, eating away quietly at your confidence.

“Lewis, I don’t know. It’s not that easy, you know? Flights, time off work…” You sighed, considering all the logistics.

“I know, it’s a lot,” he began earnestly. “But I’ll take care of everything, you know that. I want more time with you, just us.”

You pressed your lips together as you considered his offer. Just the two of you? It was very likely you could end up in the same situation you had earlier today, but this time, it seemed as though he really did just want only you there. You weighed out the consequences with your job and reality back home, but surely you could make it work.

“Okay,” you breathed, making your decision. “Let me see what I can move around.”

Lewis beamed at you warmly, and you didn’t even need to look directly at him to feel it, it was like heat from a flame that had never gone out.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled in response. 

Soon after, you were on your way back to the hotel when his phone buzzed with a reminder of your early morning flights. The city lights flickered across the windshield as you moved through Melbourne’s sleeping streets, the hum of the engine in the background.

You stole a glance at Lewis every now and then, his hand resting loosely on the wheel, the other tucked near his mouth, rubbing his facial hair in thought.

When the hotel came into view, your heart sank a little. It felt almost irrational, but you weren’t ready for the night to end. Lewis pulled into the driveway, the car gliding to a soft stop. Neither of you moved.

“Thank you for tonight,” your voice was just above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peaceful energy in the car.

He turned toward you slightly, his gaze lingering like it didn’t want to let go. “Thank you for coming.”

Your lips curved up in return, but still neither of you moved to open the door. It was like a thread held tightly in between you, not enough to break, not enough to pull you closer. The tension stirred in your stomach, as though the night would immediately end once you touched the door.

Then, suddenly, he moved, sliding out of the driver’s side and handing the keys to the valet, muttering a quick thank you. However, instead of heading for the doors, he circled around the front of the car, coming to your side.

The door raised open as you picked up your bag, turning to step out where you found Lewis standing with a hand held out for you.

A subtle gasp left your lips, a little surprised at his gesture. There was no grin this time, no flirty sparkle in his eye, just his calm intention.

You slipped your hand into his, supporting you as you lifted yourself out. His hand was warm and gentle, like he wasn’t ready to let go either. You silently hoped that he didn’t sense your racing heart and that your palms wouldn’t sweat in his.

Hand in hand, you walked together through the quiet hotel lobby, the soft carpet muffling the sound of your footsteps. The warmth inside contrasted with the crisp night air outside, but was the warmth between you that set your skin ablaze, electric. 

You stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open, the space between you slowly shrinking. He pressed the button to your floor, then to his, and you felt the ground move beneath you.

Lewis used the soft grip on your hand to tug you close, your arms finding their way up, wrapping gently around the back of his neck and pulling him nearer.

His breath was warm against your cheek as his arms twined around your waist. You closed your eyes for just a second, savoring the closeness, the feeling of his strong chest and the scent of his cologne on his neck. Home.

The elevator hummed around you both, a small, suspended moment in time.

With a small ding of the bell, the doors opened again, and it felt like stepping back into reality, but something had shifted.

“Save travels tomorrow,” he whispers, his voice low and warm as you release each other from your embrace.

“You too. I’ll see you next week?” You slid your hand down from his neck, where he captured it in his hold again.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, letting your fingers slip through his as his eyes followed your step back. “Next week. Can’t wait.”

“Goodnight, Lewis.” You moved towards the door, slowly turning towards the corridor as you made your way out.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice almost a whisper as he finished with your name.

The doors slid closed, leaving you with your head spinning as though you’d just been on a perfect first date. But it wasn’t a date.

Was it?

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE COULDN'T SAY | v.hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

No matter what, seeing him all over again feels like the inch has given you, spans the entire seas.

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, some angst, some fluff, unprotected sex, alcohol ment, making out praise kink, degradation kink, cheating, possessiveness, angry sex, slapping, face pushing, begging, choking, mean vinnie!!

word count:  2.5k <3

a/n: lil apology for the disappearance mls :(

Ever since that fateful day, I haven’t spoken a word to Vinnie.

It’s not like we were best friends, chatting everyday- at least not best friends in LA. But having sex whilst he had a girlfriend proved too much for me.

I ignored every text, every call, every attempt to get in contact despite what I really wanted. However I knew that any form of interaction between us would end up the same way our last one ended.

And I was very right.

It had been 2 months, it was all going good. I was starting to forget the feeling of his lips on me. Starting to forget the way he made me laugh, held my body close whispering sweet nothings. 

I started spending more time at the gym, and spent more time with my friends. Went out clubbing, shopping, anything that would help me forget. 

But in the back of my mind, only one thing actually made me crumble in the middle of the night, only one thing I thought of when I fell asleep, the one thing I craved.

He had given me an inch and I imagined it to be a mile- the same mistake I kept on making.

So when I heard that Vinnie was throwing his birthday and I had received the coveted invitation- I imagined it to be the world.

Vinnie’s birthday was always something I looked forward to back home. Maria’s cooking, Nate on the grill, and Reggie playing silly board games with Vinnie and I.

***

“YOU FUCKING CHEATER” I yelled, jostling Poncho in my lap.

“Oh c’mon it’s not my fault you suck at Uno” Vinnie laughs moving to pet Poncho.

“Absolutely not! I had Uno, I was about to win!” I grumble, my head falling onto the coffee table table.

Reggie’s hand rubs my back, “Hey we all know Vinnie cheats don’t worry,” He teases sticking his tongue out at his big brother.

The two boys start bickering, laughing, and yelling curses as I cradle Poncho, “Shh baby ignore em their just two stinky men” I whisper

Their words quickly turn into playful rough housing until Maria breaks them up bringing out Vinnie’s cake.

His face is illuminated by the soft glow of the candles, as the cake is set in front of him. His big signature toothy grin covers his entire face as he watches us start to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him.

One of his hands wraps around my waist and my world just stops- at least for a moment before I’m jostled by him blowing out the candles in one big huff.

“What did you wish for Vin?” Nate asks, smiling at his newly adult son

His face turns to look at me giving me a smile before turning back to his dad, “Can’t say unless I don’t want it to come true.”

My world just died right there before starting all over again.

That was a day before he left for LA.

***

I had spent the night getting ready with my friends. I was adorned in pretty jewelry complimenting my hair. I was wearing a pretty white tie-in-the-front white cropped top with long sleeves and a low-rise white mini skirt. I had matching waist chains with some strappy white heels. 

Vinnie’s favourite perfume of mine sprayed on my skin in an involuntary action as I packed up my little purse with some needed essentials and some non-essentials.

I stared in the mirror, Was I really doing this?

“Babes Tyler is here!” My friend Kylie shoots in my direction.

Tyler- the only reason my friends thought I should go to this party was if I brought a guy, so Tyler had to do.

I guess I am.

My friends and I walk out to Tyler’s car, not before a shot for pure confidence, and slip into the passenger seat driving down the same way I went two months ago.

We arrive at the house around 10:30, right around when most people are trickling in. I fix my dress as we walk through the door and all of a sudden the wave of anxiousness washes over me and I want to run.

I don’t however run away, despite how much I want to, I still hold it together.

Kylie pulls me aside to check up on me and hands me a drink, telling me to ‘get some!’ Despite the fact that we both have very different people in mind. 

Jordan, one of Vinnie’s friends walks up to me engaging in mindless conversation that's so clearly an attempt to find out who Tyler is or if “I’m seeing anyone.”

Despite that fact we have a pleasant conversation whilst I feel a pair of very familiar eyes burning into the back of my skull as I hug Jordan goodbye as people get ready for midnight.

Two blonde dudes come in holding a large sheet cake with 22 candles placed ever so gently on top.

Vinnie’s hand is wrapped around Allison who stares at him as if he’s the sun and the stars and his eyes stay on me, causing me to sweat. He grins as the cake is placed in front of him, straightening out his stupid little suit as everyone begins to sing.

As the song finishes everyone bursts into cheers as he blows out his candle as Allison grips onto him, his eyes leave the cake finding his girlfriend’s as she asks, “What did you wish for baby?”

He smiles, not saying a word as he looks back at me, “It’s a secret.”

That’s too much for me.

I maneuver around the drunk crowd, sprinting up the nearest stairs and into the first room, walking out onto the balcony and sitting down on the ground.

My world feels like it's out of orbit, everything just stopped. My head tips back on the glass balcony as I try to recollect my thoughts.

Stray tears fall onto my face, if he can do it for her, why couldn’t he have done it for me, is the only thought that swirls in my mind.

“Hey are you okay?” No no no.

I shut my eyes praying he’ll just go away, but he doesn’t, he never could. He sits down next to me, his body heat slipping on to me.

His hand rests on my shoulder, “Open your eyes” Vinnie’s voice whispers and like a marionette, I obliged.

My bloodshot teary eyes meet his as I turn my head as I move to wipe away my tears.

“Yes?” My voice breaks.

“Why are you crying?” He whispers, his gaze soft and his words even softer.

“Don’t do this, Vinnie.” I whisper, desperation evident in my voice.

“What pretty girl?”

And I cry all over again. I take in staggered breaths as his arms wrap around me. His hands soothe my skin as I crumble into his dumb suit.

I melt into his touch. I want to die like this, in his arms.

“I can’t do this, I don’t know why I came” I whisper as tears fall on my face and into his shirt.

“It’s my birthday… didn’t you want to be here?” He asks, his voice breaking a little as he pulls my face away, lifting up my chin to look at him.

His gaze drops to my lips for a moment as I snap out of it, immediately rising to my feet stepping into the room.

“No no we can’t do this” I whisper-yell at him, my hands crossed over my chest

“We’re not doing anything?” He looks bewildered, his eyebrows knit together

“We can’t be friends.. I-I can’t be here alone with you, your girlfriends downstairs!” My voice rises a little

His expression is the picturesque definition of pain, “Why not?”

“Because I spent years loving you and you threw it all away!” I yell my hand pointing at him

“I didn’t throw it away!” He raises his voice, stepping closer to me

“Oh yes you fucking did, and I was doing so good! I was forgetting about you!” I cry out, I step closer to him.

“I don’t want you to forget about me” His voice is expressionless, as he steps closer as we’re practically chest to chest

“I want to! You have a girlfriend” I slam my fist on his chest as his grabs my wrist

“Jesus were you always this fucking bossy when we were kids?” His eyes narrow, eyeing me

I roll my eyes and scoff, “Fuck. You.” 

He has the audacity to laugh, “You can try and forget me, get with that idiot you got here with- But never, tell me I threw us away, I loved you! I love you.” 

His voice softens ever so slightly, “I will never not love you, tell me to break up with Allison, I will, tell me to kick everyone out right now, I will. Whatever you want, tell me. I’m yours”

“I hate you. Leave.” I huff

He shakes his head, “Anything but that.” 

“Leave me like you left me 3 years ago and 2 months ago” I whisper

“No.” His voice is harsh and commanding

“Vinnie…”

“No.” His grasp on my hand doesn't falter and in fact his other hand grasps my other wrist.

My eyes narrow, please whatever scraps of self respect I have please kick in.

His pushes me back against the wall, my hands pinned either side of me as he places a kiss on the birthmark on my neck, “I’m never leaving you”

I shut my eyes, tipping my head back, please kick in, I beg.

“Open your eyes.” His voice rough and ragged

My eyes flutter open, meeting his blown out brown eyes.

Oh no.

His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss, his hand moves to grasp my waist as mine tangles in his hair. 

“We can’t” I whisper despite still kissing him back

“Just shut the fuck up” He groans as he bites down on my bottom lip

“You’re my worst addiction” He mumbles moving to kiss my neck

I whine, nails digging into his curly brown locks, “I hate you”

“I know my love” I murmurs against my skin, kissing every spot of my neck he can find before dipping down to my tits.

“Vinnie-”

“Yes.” His voice cuts mine off, his head tipping up, looking up at my eyes.

I shut my eyes, “Need you”

“What? Where? Tell me” He begs

“Need you to fuck me, rough” I whisper

He stops his kisses, moving to cup my face, “Whatever you want doll”.

He meets my lips in a rough kiss guiding me to the edge of the bed, pushing me down to sit.

“God you're so pretty, it makes me wanna ruin you sometimes” He whispers out, his voice rough as he moves a strand of my hair away from my face as he looks down at me.

He moves me further up the bed as he leans over me, pulling the buttons of his waist coat down but as he’s mid way he gets frustrated he just rips it off along with his shirt as he kisses me again.

His lips move in tandem with mine as he pulls the knot of my shirt, causing it to fall down.

“Mine” He whispers into the kiss, “Say it princess”

“Yours” I whine as he shuffles my skirt and panties off and unclasped my bra

“My perfect girl” He mumbles as he flips me over, smushing my face into the pillows

I can hear his belt clinking open and he shuffles out of his constricting dress pants and boxers

“S gonna hurt darling girl, just be good for me” He whispers as he kisses my spine as he slowly stretches me out

His hand pushes my head down into the pillow as his other hand rubs circles on my clit.

My toes curl up and my eyes roll back as he starts to slowly rut into me, “There she fucking is”

His grunts echo in the room as my muffled moans coat the pillow, “Cmon, you can take it won't you? You're just so good for me.”

His words tease me as he speeds up his pace, he pushes down my head to thrust deeper into me as his muscles flex around me.

“So fucking tight, s’ like you were made for me” He grits as he pulls my hair up as a ragged moan leaves my mouth

“Such a whore, so good for me aren’t ya?” He chuckles

I whine nodding my head as my mind is too cloudy to form words.

He slaps my ass illciting another pitchy moan from me, “Asked you a fucking question” 

“Mhm all for you” I mumble biting down on my lip

“God you don’t even know what you fucking do to me darling” He groans as his hand speeds up around my clit

“M close, Vin m close” I ramble like an idiot shutting my eyes

He slaps my ass again causing me to yell, “Beg for it gorgeous girl” 

“Please Vinnie” I crumble whining

He laughs at my sad attempt, “My good girl can do better than that can’t she?” 

“Please please I need it so bad, need you so bad” I mewl under him

His pace speeds up, “Yeah? Take it baby”

I cum with a loud moan as my eyes screw shut. I can feel Vinnie kiss along my spine, caressing the sides of my body.

He flips me over so I’m looking at him, his flexed biceps on either side of my face and his dumb chain dangling over my face.

He sinks in again as I whimper, “Can’t Vin” 

“Yes you can, you're so good, aren’t you?” His voice teases

I succumb to his words mindlessly nodding my head.

“That's right, you can take it and you fucking will.” He punctuates with a sharper thrust

The headboard slams against the wall against Vinnie’s impossible strength rutts into me.

One of my hands wraps around his bicep and the other holds onto his wrist as I pull it on to my neck.

His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Please?” I whisper

He chuckles as he squeezes around my neck using the grip to pound deeper into me as my eyes roll back as my cunt clenched around him.

“M’ gonna cum, can’t hold out, you just feel too fucking good” He whispers

I whine at that cumming around him without warning as I clench around him he finishes inside me.

We take a second to catch our breaths just lying there for a second.

He pulls out maneuvering us on the bed as he kisses my neck, “Not too much my love?”

“Never” I hum

He nuzzles into my neck as my back meets his chest, “Want me to break up with Allison?”

I take a second to process his question.

“Yes… but I don’t want to date you right now” I whisper

“I'll stay alone forever if it’ll make you happy princess” He hums 

“Good” I giggle

“God should've known you were heartache from the moment I met you” He chuckles as he falls asleep in the crook of my neck.

An inch? A mile? As long as it's Vinnie, for you its enough.

[luveline]

anything with roan and eddie pls 🙏🙏 whatever you want to write about them!! i miss them 🥺🥺

thanks for requesting!! fem

Baking tray, beef cuts laid out flat. Eddie works in silence, dressing the beef with garlic honey, sesame seeds, and a big pinch of salt. He’d like to add some ginger, some paprika, but Roan doesn’t like when things taste smoky. 

He saran wraps the tray and puts it in the fridge. He makes everyone’s veggies —you like different stuff to Eddie, who likes different stuff to Roan, so he makes a garden’s worth of greens and douses them in olive oil, flaky salt, and a little dash of lemon and pepper. He puts that atop the beef in the fridge and tries to think of a side. He was planning on making pasta tonight, before he realised the beef was gonna go bad soon. Maybe he’ll make a pan of crispy mac and cheese to go with it. 

Yeah. He smiles to himself. That looks good on his head, two roasted ribs, a fist of mac and cheese, and a half a plate of roasted veggies. 

He cuts a little cilantro ‘cos Roan loves it, adds some lemon juice to that too, and sets it aside in the fridge. He makes a quick mac and cheese on the stove and tips it into a baking tray, covers a third of it in bacon bits for the youngster, and puts that in the oven. 

Then he sits at the table and sighs. Scratches two hands through his hair, lets the tight achy small of his back decompress as he leans forward. 

When Eddie started working at the shop with Wayne, he figured it would get easier over time. Part time table-bussing wasn’t going to pay for a trailer or his brand new baby, and for months it’s not like he could work anyhow. He lived solely off of his Uncle Wayne as he learned to change diapers, and calm colic, and be a new dad. It was depressing and frustrating all of the time. He felt like shit because he’d just fucking landed Wayne with another mouth to feed and diapers were so, so expensive, and so was formula, and baby clothes, and the guilt worsened when he realised he loved her. Loved Roan. He loved her pretty much the moment he laid eyes on her, but he had no idea if he could be a father, just knew he couldn’t let his kid fall into the system. 

But loving her had been second to panic for weeks. Then one day he was washing her tummy in the bath and he swore blind that she smiled at him, whether babies her age could smile or not. He tumbled out of the bathroom with her in a towel poncho to brag, and that night at dinner, Wayne gave a frowny Eddie the option: start working alternate shifts at the shop. Wayne would have her in the evenings while Eddie worked, they’d sorted everything out, he could start next week. It wasn’t half as scary as being a new dad, so Eddie said yes. 

Anyways, he expected it to get easier. He knows more about parenting and cars than he ever imagined at twenty, but it’s still hard. He’s exhausted. 

Good thing he knows exactly why he does it. 

The door to the living room opens with a creak. Small feet pad around the stair bannister and down the hallway that leads to the kitchen. Roan stops walking when she notices him behind the table. She smiles. She looks like him, less as she gets older, but enough to have given an appreciation for his own features. What’s more beautiful than seeing your smile on someone else’s lips?

“Hey, daddy.” 

“Hi, munchkin.” 

Truthfully, Roan has been his best friend for years. There’s something intangibly close about a single parent and their only child, especially when they’d lived alone. Day after day together, seeing all the gross bits and all the love. It’s given her a vast depth of emotional intelligence. She’s smarter now as a kid than Eddie was at 18. 

“You okay?” she asks, holding her hands up. He picks her up, plonking her on the table in front of him. “You look tired, daddy. And you smell like pepper.” 

“I just finished making ribs, babe.” 

“Yum!” Her nose moves when she talks, “For dinner?” 

“Mm-hm.” He finds her hand. Holds it gently. “Mac and cheese and roasted broccoli, too.” 

Roan smiles again. “Dad, you’re a good chef.” 

“I know I am! But it took so much practice. When you were born, you know what I was eating for dinner every night? I was eating chicken pot pie you put in the microwave.” She wrinkles her nose. “I know. I didn’t care about being good to my body. I definitely didn’t listen to my tummy.”

He likes this part about being a dad. He’s never found it awkward. He just drops his voice into softness and talks to her on her level. 

“But you learned.” 

“I did learn. I wanted to make sure you were eating everything you need. That’s why we eat all that broccoli.” 

She pokes him in the torso with her socked foot. “Maybe less broccoli for my tummy.” 

“I got potatoes and stuff too, don’t worry.” Eddie reaches for her hair in its after school mess, raking it away from her face. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Well, duh.” 

“I know, but really. I love you more than anything.” 

“More than Y/N?” 

“No,” he says quickly, then laughs. “Yeah, but just a little bit. It’s a different kind of love, okay? I love you both like crazy, but you’re my baby. Even though you’re not a baby anymore.” 

“I could be a baby,” she whispers, grinning, “I can be small again, and you can carry me everywhere, and give me a bottle.” 

He laughs roughly. “Yeah? You want a bottle? You barely like milk.” 

“Well, you can still carry me.” 

“I do carry you. I’m surprised these feet work,” he says, squeezing her toes in both hands. 

“Dad, don’t!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he presses his thumb between her foot and her toes and then drops them altogether. “I remember when your foot was the size of my thumb.” 

“I don’t.” 

He laughs more loudly than he means to and scoops her up for a rough and tumble hug. “God, I love you. I really do, bubby.” He presses his nose to her head and blames how tired he is for what he says next. “You are everything to me, you know that? You’re my everything.” 

“You’re my everything.” 

He tips her back to see her. Beams at her, touches his nose to hers. “You and Y/N, you make my life perfect.” 

“I’m glad,” she says, which has him laughing all over again, a childish giggle. 

When you get home a half hour later, you find them in weird places. Eddie’s sitting on the kitchen floor watching the ribs cook in the oven, and Roan’s under the table building a marble run with his approval. “Here?” she asks. 

“And the orange piece. We need more pieces, it’s not long enough.” Eddie smiles at you as you enter, but leans back, opening the cupboard under the sink to grab a saucepan, the sieve, and plastic jug. “We can use these.” 

“What’s up, my Munsons?” you ask. 

Roan smacks her forehead against the edge of the table in her excitement. “Ouch!” she says, crawling from under it to crowd your legs. 

“Ouch!” you echo, face morphed with concern as your handbag slides down your arm. You drop it to the floor and take her cheeks into your hands. “Did that hurt? I’m sorry, I feel like that was all my fault.” 

She shakes her head, curls bouncing this way and that. “It was an accident.” 

“I know, I know, but I didn’t mean to startle you.” You brush her hair back gently and hover. “Can I kiss it better?” 

“Don’t kiss it, it stings!” Roan says, veering away from you with a frown. 

“Sorry!” 

Roan twists away from you to fall into Eddie’s lap. 

“Sorry,” Eddie mouths. 

You pout. It’s with extreme beautifulness —is that a word? Eddie’s pretty sure it’s a word— you slip out of your little heels and sit down on your knees, stockings dark and perfect on legs he adores. You don’t question why they’re on the floor. That’s how you all fit, his smart working girl and your shared grumpy daughter, because nobody asked Eddie why he sat down by the oven. 

“Sorry, baby,” you say softly.

Roan’s frown worsens, but she says, “No, I’m sorry. My head hurts. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, big girl.” 

“Big girl?” she asks. 

“You sounded very grown up, is all.” 

Eddie has to agree. “You’re just that smart.” 

You hold his ankle. “So, how was work? How was school? Fill me in.” 

“How was your day?” Eddie asks. 

“Super usual and boring. We had some people from the Brussels branch come to visit and Jess kept telling me to stop being so awkward, and I asked her what she meant and she said I was smiling like somebody was holding me hostage.” 

Eddie loves when you smile like that. When you’d first met, you used to smile that way all the time. He loves all your smiles, obviously, but your excited–scared combo isn’t one he sees much anymore. 

You shrug. “But work paid for lunch, and I had this amazing mango passionfruit cake roll, I snook you some.” 

“You did?” Roan asks eagerly.

“I did! It’s in my purse, but it has a price.” 

“What’s the price?” Roan asks. 

You put your head in your hand. “I wanna know what you guys have been up to today.” 

When Eddie plates dinner that evening, it’s with a distinct sense of pride and content mashed together. It’s a damn good-looking meal, dense with nutrition and flavour alike, and you and Roan both seem similarly awed. Eddie wanted ribs and he got them, but almost as pleasurable as eating them is the way you both tuck in. You compliment his roasted veggies, telling him you could eat them for every meal, and Roan’s face is plastered in sticky honey garlic in minutes, a macaroni elbow in her hair. 

“Know what dad told me earlier?” she asks you. 

You snort and rescue her hair. “What did he tell you, baby?” 

“That we make his life perfect.” 

Eddie chokes on his coke. “That was a secret,” he says, throat burning, “between you and me?” 

“You didn’t tell me that,” Roan says.  

“Don’t be embarrassed, Eds.” Your eyes turn to hearts, staring at him over the steaming tray of macaroni and cheese. “You guys make my life perfect, too. My babe and my personal chef.” 

He dodges your cheek pinch, grabbing your hand to hold instead. 

“Just wish somebody would make me dinner every once in a while,” he says.

“Whatever,” you say. 

“Dad, I can make you dinner.” 

“I don’t trust you ‘round the kitchen.” 

Roan guides a forkful of cheesy macaroni to her lips. “Okay, good. I can’t make pasta like you,” she says. Eddie won’t mind making dinner again tomorrow. 

[littlelovelunette]

someone breaks into the house and tries to kill reader, and sevika comes home to her bleeding out

Vengeance

Contains blood, angst

Sevika

The door opened and Sevika walked in, a long days work created so much stress in her head, the only thing she was focusing on right now was your presence and the cuddles you would give her.

But then she saw you.

Struggling on the ground, bleeding out through your stomach and mouth as you tried to force your body to keep cooperating. "S-Sev..." You managed before falling to your knees.

"Shit, shit, shit." Sevika cursed and rushed to your side, pulling you into her chest. "Fuck, who did this to you?" She was serious, no pet name using. Just your name.

You couldn't speak, tripping over your words as your brain felt too hazy to function anymore. You were losing blood and fast.

Sevika swore again and tore a piece of her shirt to use as a makeshift bandage, applying pressure on the stab wound to attempt stopping the bleeding, the pressure a little too much tore a whimper from you making Sevika's usually hardened heart clench.

This is gonna hurt,” she warned, though she didn’t wait for a response before pressing down harder. You let out a weak, pained whimper, and her jaw tightened. “I know, I know. Just hold on.”

Sevika picked you up and made for a run to the hideout. The only safe place she knew now. Whoever did that was likely still lurking about the house.

"Stay with me." She whispered every few minutes forcing you to try to stay awake despite the blinding pain and drowsiness from blood loss.

A bit later, you had passed out.

But Sevika?

Her hands were already working—ripping open med kits, grabbing bandages, cleaning the wound with whatever she had on hand.

She forced herself to be steady, to push aside the anger, the fear, the violent urge to track down whoever did this and make them suffer.

"You'll be fine." Sevika told more to herself than you.

Even after she’d done everything she could—stitched you up, stopped the bleeding, wrapped you in her poncho to fight the chill—she didn’t leave your side.

She sat on the edge of the couch, metal fingers tapping against her knee, dark eyes locked onto you.

Waiting. Watching.

Because the moment you were strong enough to talk, she needed one thing—

A name.

Vi

Vi had seen her fair share of blood, but never like this.

Never yours.

The second she stepped inside and saw you lying there, bleeding out on the floor, her heart stopped.

“No. No, no, no—” She was at your side in an instant, hands shaking as they hovered over your wound. “Shit, babe, stay with me.”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak gasp.

Vi swallowed hard, pressing her hands firmly against the wound. “You’re gonna be fine. Just—just breathe, alright? Look at me.”

Her mind raced, panic clawing at her chest. She needed to get you out of here. Needed to get help.

But the second she tried to lift you, you whimpered in pain, and it nearly shattered her.

Vi was strong, but this? This made her feel helpless.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she repeated, voice cracking slightly as she scooped you into her arms.

Blood smeared across her shirt, but she didn’t care. “I swear on my life, I’m not losing you.”

She ran. Ran faster than she ever had before, pushing through the burning in her legs, the fear in her gut. The only thing that mattered was getting you somewhere safe.

And once you were, once she knew you were going to make it—

Whoever did this?

They were about to learn what real fear felt like.

Vi didn’t leave your side. Not once.

She stayed crouched next to the bed, gripping your hand tight like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to life. Her knuckles were white, her fingers shaking, but she never let go.

“You’re safe now, babe. I got you.”

It had taken everything in her not to go hunting right away. Every bone in her body screamed for revenge—to track down whoever had done this and make them suffer.

But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not when you were still barely holding on.

Your breathing was uneven, your skin pale, and Vi felt useless. She should’ve been here.

She wiped a damp cloth across your forehead, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the storm raging inside her. “You’re gonna be okay,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “You have to be.”

When your eyelids fluttered open, she nearly choked on relief. “Vi…?”

She let out a shaky breath, squeezing your hand. “Hey, sunshine. Took your sweet time waking up.”

You tried to move, but pain shot through you, making you wince. Vi was there in an instant, pressing you back down. “Don’t. Just—stay still, alright? You scared the hell outta me.”

“Vi… don’t.” Your voice was weak, but the plea was clear.

She clenched her jaw, the muscle twitching. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t go after them.”

She barked out a humorless laugh, running a hand through her hair. “You really think I’m gonna let them walk after this?”

Your fingers weakly tugged at hers, trying to anchor her. “Just… stay.”

Vi exhaled sharply, looking away like she was fighting a war within herself. She wanted blood. But more than that, she wanted you to be okay.

After a long moment, she squeezed your hand again. “…Alright. For now.”

But the second you were strong enough?

She was going to find them. And she was going to make damn sure they never hurt you—or anyone else—ever again.

[freesia-writes]

I don't have it in me to write full scenes, so here are some fun little drabbles of what it might be like to party with some of the boys on New Year's Eve! PLEASE feel free to add your own and use the tag #2024cloneNYE

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Tup - Tries to take you somewhere neat to see fireworks, holding your hand and glancing at you sheepishly every now and then, but gets lost along the way. Is simultaneously frustrated at himself and nervous at what you’ll think of him until you pull him into a side alleyway to show him some fireworks of your own. 😎

Jesse - Is so delighted to be spending the evening with you that he nearly gets into three different fights with troopers at the bar because he's just so dang excited. Dances your ass off then takes you out for street food, where he does get in a fight with a handsy vendor. Gives you the best kiss of your life at midnight. 🥴

Fives - Tells you to wear a disguise. Dies laughing when you show up and he is wearing a simple poncho while you have donned a huge fake mustache. Sneaks you both onto a large cargo freighter that is scheduled to depart from Coruscant a bit before 00:00, so that as it’s slowly lifting into the sky, you get a bird’s eye view of the fireworks all around you. Of course, he now needs to figure out how to get you both off the ship without being caught. 🥸

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Fox - Shows up at your apartment in sweatpants and cracks up at the side of you as you open the door, as you are in sweatpants as well, even though you both had said you were going to “go celebrate” together. But you both knew exactly what you meant by “celebrate”, and you watch crappy holofilms while snuggling on the couch, dozing off until the sound of fireworks rouses you. You gaze blearily out the window, watching the flashing colors as you’re nestled into his arms, then you both drift back to sleep after a feeble “whoo!” 😴

Howzer - Dresses to the nines to take you out to dinner but feels awkwardly self-conscious about it until you distract him by coaxing him into sharing stories about his squad, which light him up immediately. Then he’s got nothing but soft admiration for you, insists on two desserts, and walks you to your front door to finish the evening with a tender kiss. Comes running back to knock on your door about 10 minutes later when he realizes it’s just now midnight and “he kissed you too soon.” The oversight is quickly remedied. 🤭

Hardcase - Finds out where they're setting the fireworks off from and sneaks you in. You both tuck in a tiny little corner between a huge metal structure that holds the firework launchers, and when they start going off, it's so loud that you can't help but squeal. Hardcase also yells in delight, catching the attention of nearby employees, and suddenly pretends he's escorting you off the premises after you'd been discovered sneaking into the area. 😂

Gregor - Grabs some wraps at a food truck and takes you to some random little park where a galactic Mariachi band (they exist, ok?) is playing sweet beats. Dances with zero shame, with and without you. Drags you up a nearby hill to see fireworks and produces a bottle of champagne seemingly out of nowhere. Forgot glasses though, so you take swigs out of the bottle and choke on the bubbles and foam. Spins and dips you at midnight and finishes with the sweetest kiss.

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[cuteandhughesy]

The Alchemy | Jeremy Swayman (instagram edit)

summary: your and jeremy’s instagram posts after you get together in toronto - essentially hard launching your relationship.

face claim: abigail cowen

warnings: none <3

a/n: suprise! this is one of my favourite things to look at when it comes to other fanfics, so I thought i’d create one for almost all - yes almost ALL - of my fics (excluding ones under 7k words) I hope you enjoy and keep a lookout for more ❤️

link to the alchemy

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yourusername some behind the scenes of my time filming in boston 🤫💛

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user1 wait is that SWAY IN THE MIRROR PIC

user2 this is everything

jswayman1 💛

user3 is this a hard launch ?!!!!

user5 omg i’m obsessed with them I hope it is

nhlbruins look at that golf stance from sway

user4 love love love

pucksindeeperpodcast fav podcast guest and fav duo

user5 you’re my favourite person ever

user6 new wag alert omg 😩😩😩

spittinchiclets not a big deal

lullmark jeremy is still forcing you to fish? dreadful

yourusername I don’t think i’ll ever learn linus 🥲

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yourusername always catch me wearing black - thought I’d share this absolute serve 💁🏻‍♀️

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pucksindeeperpodcast mother

user1 can we talk about how STUNNING y/n is

user2 beautiful 🤩

ashleybertuzzi always so stunning hunni

jswayman1 😍

user6 jeremy back off our woman 🤺

user3 imagine being that funny and that beautiful

kileymcavoy gorgeous

user4 😍😍😍😍😍

user5 baddie

user6 meanwhile i’m over here looking like this 🧍‍♀️

daniellegcoyle i’m so obsessed with you

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yourusername back in B 🐻💛 happy playoffs everyone

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user1 let’s go baby

user2 sway is so lucky dude

user3 you look stunning

nhlbruins we’ve got the queens support - we will be unstoppable 👑

daniellegcoyle always so fun with you babe

user4 stop this is adorable

jswayman1 baby

user5 SWAY UR GF IS A BADDIE

user6 so ready for playoffs

nhlbruins amen

user7 when’s the next podcast ?? 😩 I need danielle on an episode

kasloane I think we were the loudest in the damn place, and that’s saying a lot 🤣❤️

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yourusername apparently in may it’s still pretty cold in alaska ? thankfully the sun was out so I could slay in these pics 🗻 (p.s. I still can’t fish)

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barstoolsports the fishing saga continues

jswayman1 love you sm ❤️

user1 this is everything to me

kileymcavoy omg you’re such a cutie

user2 i have nobody to talk to about this OMG

user3 THE BABY UGH 😩😭❤️

davidpastrnak crazies you two

user4 not her being in alaska with his fam - im crying

user5 i’m EATING this up

user6 the way they’ve completely hard launched and made me invested in their relationship is insane. i love them

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jswayman1 thought shrimp fishing would be easier….y/n disagrees 🦐

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user1 omg y/n is so relatable

nhlbruins king and queen

1996_carlo my turn next

user2 😍

user3 how many shrimp did y/n catch?

yourusername zero.

user4 yall are so funny

bmarch63 sways got that dog in him

pucksindeeperpodcast mother looking bad tho 😏

user3 AMEN

yourusername guys I still can’t fish

user5 beautiful

user6 omg her huge poncho. reminds me of your fishing video 😂

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yourusername see you next year alaska 🙌🏻 no more grainy zoom podcasts for now 😏

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user1 so excited !

user2 are you coming back to boston for a little bit?

pucksindeeperpodcast we are ready 🙌🏻

user3 you’re so hot

spittinchiclets let her cook 🧑🏽‍🍳

jswayman1 grainy zoom or not i’m still watching

daniellegcoyle AHHH

user4 beautiful lady

sydneymartin obssesed with you

user2 you and me both 😩

user5 can we take a moment for sway’s photography 😗💨🔥

rohlsson can’t wait to see your pretty face

nhlbruins anticipating your arrival 🐻

user6 yessssss 😍

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yourusername opening week ✔️💛

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user1 HAND PLACEMENT 😭

jswayman1 love you sweetiegirl

user2 SWEETIEGIRL

user3 when’s it gunna be my turn 😩

user4 THW wag group 🔥

daniellegcoyle yasssss

mayson_elizabeth_ missed you so much 😩

user5 you are so back !

user6 wag y/n is my fav y/n

bmarch63 young man watch those paws

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yourusername special home podcast with one of my favourite girls coming tomorrow 💕

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daniellegcoyle i’m so pumped ! had so much fun with youuuu 💕

nhlbruins our fav girlies

user1 you two look so cute and cozy

user6 no fr I need to be their besties

user2 i’ve been waiting for this - TURN IT UP

user3 this is my super bowl 👑👑

charliecoyle_3 me next

davidpastrnak you’ve had your turn.

user4 coyle and sway are so lucky

pucksindeeperpodcast our first girl guest - we are pumped.

user5 I thought it was a hockey podcast?

user2 it is….they are dating hockey players. listen before judging dude

jswayman1 I can still here you two laughing on the porch

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yourusername attached: pictures I sent to my boyfriend this week (look at that jersey bite tho…i’m going feral)

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user1 love your little hockey life

daniellegcoyle craft night again soon

kileymcavoy yes please

user2 can sway fight?

user3 aweeeee

user4 YES THE BITE 🔥😍

jswayman1 and I love every single one

user5 you are my favourite influencer girly! funny, hot and relatable … iconic

nhlbruins logo appearance

user6 okay robe! BADDIE

user7 can’t wait to see what’s in the future for you! you are glowing, successful and in love 😩❤️

spittinchiclets our hockey pod sis

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a/n: OMG this was so fun and I hope you all enjoy! stay tuned for more content ❤️ not spell checked currently.

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[dakusan]

Dropping this in your ask because now I’m wet as fuck and it’s all Seungmin’s fault 🤪

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hx9jj6/

Also CONGRATS ON GETTING SKZ PIT TICKETS HELLO??? IM JEALOUS?? 😭

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🧋 ANONNNNN oh my god first of all—SEUNGMIN?? BABE, SAME. that tiktok had me kicking my feet and biting my pillow. smug little menace, walking around like he doesn’t know he’s ruining lives

AND YESSS PIT TICKETS—I’M STILL SCREAMING?? but don’t even get me STARTED on the weather. rain? in the middle of summer?? THIS COUNTRY’S BIPOLAR SKY BETTER NOT RUIN MY CHAN FERAL MOMENT. i’m bringing a poncho and praying to every god i don’t believe in

[another-damn-fandom]

Theory about BJBJBJ

When it comes to the prospect of BJBJBJ, I've seen fans mention five things:

Lydia should realize her feelings for Beetlejuice.

Lydia and Beetlejuice should become a kick-ass team against something big.

More Delores, she was under utilized. (Even if that means some Delores/Rory.)

The third wedding has to be different than the previous two.

Beetlejuice can't be enthusiastic about the prospect of marriage this time.

Which all make sense. Rule of three, more bad ass character developments, fool me three times, etc.

But what if you combined them?

Here's what I'm thinking:

At some point, some how, Lydia confesses that she's had a devastating crush on Beetlejuice this entire time and has been too terrified to mention it. Either because she didn't want to disappoint the Maitlands, or Chuck and Delia, or just basic self preservation and the hopes that he'd go away. But something has happened recently and now she's got to admit it to someone. And how much it has screwed up her mental health for not admitting it and facing it.

The someone she talks to (Astrid? Delia? Jane?) mentions that she needs to talk to Beetlejuice about this in order to get on with her life.

Lydia agrees. Then she doesn't.

Delores shows up and now she has a way to drastically hurt/kill Beetlejuice. (Possibly with Rory's help.) Her first attempt to do so is unsuccessful, but it shows that the Ghost With The Most is on a ticking clock, unless someone comes up with a solution. He mentions this to Lydia and asks for her help.

She says, sure, let's get married.

He says it's not going to work this time.

Whatever Delores did, it closed a part of the original marriage loophole for Beetlejuice. Sure, there are other ways for breathers to bring the deceased back to the world of the living via marriage. But those require both the living party and the dead one to be desperately in love with each other, and BJ admits that Lydia's lukewarm feelings means he doesn't qualify for that.

Lydia, like a liar, agrees.

So they agree to team up together to save Beetlejuice's life. Lots of shenanigans in the world of the living while Beetlejuice hides in the world of the dead to ensure Keaton's No More Than 17 minutes rule.

Eventually the plot corners them into a situation where the only option is to get married. Lydia is in a black dress (important!), Astrid and possibly Delia are with them, and all is lost. But there is some sort of church or justice of the peace nearby and, with everyone but Beetlejuice aware of Lydia's feelings, they go for a Hail Mary play.

Beetlejuice fights them the entire time. The bylaws of the underworld state that it would kill Lydia, him, or both of them to attempt a loveless marriage right now. But he knows they're running out of options, perma-death is inevitable for all of them, and the romantic in him would like to die marrying the woman he loves.

So Lydia more or less drags a "We can't! Not that I don't I want to. We'll die! Ooo, nice wedding rings, babes. Nooooo!" Beetlejuice to the altar.

Bonus points if Lydia says something like "C'mon, c'mon..." or "Let's keep it rolling, rev!" during the ceremony to mirror what Beetlejuice said during the first movie.

The terrified officiant reluctantly, barely, marries them.

They kiss to seal the union. Something otherworldly, lovely, romantic happens during the kiss, proving it worked.

Then Beetlejuice and Lydia suddenly and dramatically get dragged back into the world of the dead.

Lydia's black dress turns red the second she's in the underworld.

And anything she wears immediately turns red every time she re-enters the underworld moving forward.

Why?

It mirrors the poncho dress Lydia wore in the cartoon when she visited the underworld.

It implies that BJ thought that he could engineer true love by finding someone who was a good match on paper, dressing them like someone who loved him, and hoping for the best. (Which is why alllll of his past weddings failed.)

It implies that the most important part about loving and building a life with someone is giving them the option to choose you then letting them make that choice of their own free will. And that true love doesn't happen unless you do that.

It gives the audience a new red wedding dress without there being another red wedding.

When she's in the world of the dead, Lydia is better off wed.

Wolf or another dead denizen explains that their marriage has given them the extra juice they needed to take on Delores in a Boss Fight. It also allows the two of them to travel freely between the world of the living and the dead without repercussions. (With a few extra bells and whistles so we can get a bunch of cool action sequences with practical effects.)

As they're given their marching orders for the movie's climax, BJ is just... stunned.

"Wait. You actually like me? How long have you liked me?"

BJ eventually focuses on the task at hand, but as they fight for their lives, every so often Lydia looks over and sees him grinning like an idiot and doing this:

[shark-myths]

In Another Life, You Were My Babe

Epilogue: Nowhere Left For Us to Go But Heaven

i don't know that i ever believed this day would come??? it's finished, everyone. and they all lived happily ever after until the end of their days.

let me know if you want to try and connect at boston calling! i'll be huddling in a poncho with @nomaptomyowntreasure, to whom i owe a thousand debts of gratitude, but specifically this week for creating a really beautiful, historically detailed, multimedia component of the epilogue. please go read and enjoy. shark-myths enterprises will return soon with absolute chicanery! if you want to start listening to the playlist for the next fic now and sample the vibes, i'm happy to share it. see you all SOON, unless you're @nomaptomyowntreasure, in which case i will see you IN THREE DAYS.

[archangeldyke-all]

one thing i really love about sevika is that she’s reserved but she doesn’t mince words and always says what she means. soooooo what about sevika who cannot shut up when she’s fucking you buuuut it’s all practically incoherent bc of how good you make her feel?

yesssssss!!!!! i also got this ask too so i'm gonna combine them:

idk how to describe this fantasy but pls pls pls can you make sevika to carry reader against the wall and fuck hard w her strap!!!

men and minors dni

"'m home, babe!" sevika calls. you blink your eyes open, rising from the bed where you'd been napping, a smile coming across your lips. finally, you think as you race out of bed into the living room where sevika's hanging up her poncho.

at the sight of you, she seemingly melts. her shoulders fall, a long sigh leaves her chest, and in two long strides she's wrapping you up into a warm, bone-crushing hug. you hum and wrap your arms around her, pressing kisses against her neck.

"how was your day?" you ask. sevika's busy taking deep inhales against your neck, soaking up the smell of you. "sev?" you ask. she grunts against your neck.

"horrible." you pull away only far enough so you can cup her face in your hands.

"poor baby." you say, gently kissing her pouting lower lip. she hums. "how can i help you? want dinner? could draw you a bath... back massage?" you offer, gently scratching at sevika's scalp. she smirks, her hands trailing down to fondle your ass. you chuckle.

"could let me fuck you against this wall." she says.

fuck, she's always saying shit like that. always saying exactly what she's thinking with no hesitation, no embarrassment, and grinning at your flustered reactions.

she chuckles, her mouth three inches from yours as she watches your eyes widen and your jaw drop as you gasp. she swoops down to kiss you, sliding her tongue into your open mouth and moaning as your tongue meets hers. she slowly backs you up until you're pressed against the wall, shoving one of her thighs between yours.

"well?" she grunts, her hands at your hips grinding you against her thigh. you chuckle.

"dunno baby. you seem pretty tired from work. are sure you can hold me up for that lo--ah!" you screech as sevika rolls her eyes and hoists you up, wrapping your thighs around her waist and pinning you to the wall. she chuckles at you as you scramble to cling onto her.

"well?" she asks again, grinding against your cunt with small little circles. you shudder. "wanna watch your cunt drip around my cock, honey, 's that okay?" she mumbles, her eyes pinned onto where her clothed hips are grinding against the thin fabric of your underwear. you squeak against her at her words. she grins, her eyes snapping up to look at your face.

"sev." you whine. "come on." you say. she chuckles.

"hold on, honey." she says. you cling onto her as one of her arms releases your ass to pull her pants down, her cock springing free as she pulls your panties to the side. she grinds her cock against your dripping folds, her free hand coming back up to hold you securely. "fuck. you're drippin' already." she grunts. you whimper.

"missed you today." you say in explanation. sevika groans, her dick catching on your rim momentarily.

"fuckin' missed you too." she whispers. "c-can i--?"

"please, sev, fuck." you say, nodding. she grunts, and in one clean thrust, she's sliding her cock into your cunt to the hilt.

you both gasp. sevika whimpers and you shiver against the wall. "your cunt's just-- fuck." she grunts. "fuckin' perfect." she says. it's all you get from her before she's smashing her lips against yours and pounding into you.

her hips are repeatedly smacking against your ass, the loud clapping is the only sound in the apartment beside your whimpers and sevika's aborted curses. between the intermittent kisses she's pressing against your lips, she's got her forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing against each other's mouths.

as good as she is at dirty talk, once she's inside you she's an incoherent mess.

"i'm gonna-- shit." sevika grunts. "fuck, fuck, fuck." she whispers. you gasp against her.

"what, baby?" you tease. she groans, clawing her nails into your ass.

"gonn-ah!" she whimpers when you clench around her cock. she glares at you and you smirk.

"y're so cute sev." you whisper. "too needy for this pussy to talk, huh?" you tease. she scowls at you.

"i'm not, you just-- fuck!" she huffs, burying her face into your neck. you giggle against her. "shut up!" she growls. she's bouncing you on her cock, using you like a fucktoy, letting out little whimpers and whines against your throat as she nips and kisses it.

"'s okay baby. you don't gotta talk to fuck me right. shit, you're gonna make me cum!" you gasp. sevika groans.

"y-yes." she whimpers against your neck. "on me, please, cum on my cock, i need it, honey, i need--"

"shit, sev, don't stop--"

"not gonna, not gonna, 's okay,"

"fuck!" you scream. sevika chuckles and bites your throat as you cum around her cock. she keeps fucking you through it, giggling and smiling against your throat.

"good girl." she grunts. you tug her hair as you gasp.

"you close?" you whimper out as sevika continues to pound into you. she grunts and nods and you smile, clenching your cunt around her cock as best as you can. "inside me." you demand. sevika whimpers, her grip on your ass tightening even more.

"shut--"

"come on, baby, cum inside me. knock me up, get me pregnant." you moan into her ear. she whimpers.

"shut the fuck--"

"breed me, sev. this pussy's all yours." you whisper.

sevika cums with a shout and a shocked look on her face as she fills you up. you smile in pleasure, running your hands through her hair as she gasps and twitches below you. you chuckle as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her and she glares at you.

"fucker." she grunts. you giggle.

"'s so hot how needy you get for me." you say with a smile. she chuckles.

"wanted to make you cum again before i did." she complains. you giggle and kiss her.

"i know. but i like seeing your o-face." you tease. sevika huffs a laugh as she gently sets you back onto the floor. she pulls out of you and chuckles as she watches her cum slide down your thighs.

"come on. gonna take you to the bedroom and lick you clean. 'm not done with you tonight." sevika grunts as she tugs you away from the wall. you giggle and wrap your arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"i love you." you say. she smiles sweetly, all the lust in her eyes evaporating as a toothy grin takes over her face.

"i love you too." she says.

"i love how stupid you get when you're inside me." you add on. sevika groans and rolls her eyes, then stoops down to hoist you over her shoulder and carry you to the bedroom. you squeal and giggle the whole way.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

[ygodmyy20]

Wake up babe new mp100 merch dropped again

I cannot get over this. Teru is so sassy, I kinda love Ritsu’s poncho, Reigen is all smirks

….and Mob looks like he is 10. That’s my only complaint they always make him look so cutesy and baby. But! I digress. It’s some fun official art!

[femmefighter]

18, 19, and 20 for the Star Wars ask game, liebling~

I'm so sorry bbygirl, I did say I'm hopeless with my inbox and I'd probably take a while to get my shit back together. But here we go!!

18. Favourite/Least Villain

Favourite: Alright, Maul's always been firmly in this category. Little drama queen. He's got it so bad for Kenobi. He's fit. He's a survivor. He's been through such horrid abuse at the hands of Sidious. I just wanna give him a hug, pay for his therapy, and hopefully attend his marriage to Kenobi in a few years' time. But since getting into the Thrawn books, blue Chiss boy has shot right up there. I still have massive issues with how he was written in the Ahsoka series, but Timothy Zahn's canon novels are spectacular. To the point where I kinda don't want to put him in the 'villain' category. But considering my introduction to him was in Rebels, where he was such a brilliant opponent for Hera and the gang, he does need to stay here. (Fingers and toes crossed for a redemption arc, but I know I'm dreaming...) Least Favourite: Palpatine. Not that I feel like he's a 'poorly' made character. Complete opposite! I just think he's the devil incarnate and needs to die horrible, painful deaths over and over again.

19. Favourite/Least Favourite Outfit

I've already answered this one, but considering it's been over a month since I did, here, have the copy and paste 😂

Favourite: Live-action Ahsoka’s outfits. Yes, even that poncho that hides her gorgeous deltoids from view. It looks so damn cosy. I love that those outfits give those tiny, tantalising hints of skin whilst still being modest and practical. They’re minimalistic in a way a Fulcrum operative would be, but with some random personal touches that we don’t fully understand yet (Like those beads at her belt. Are they meant to be her old padawan braid? Or Sabine’s padawan braid? Are they just rhythm beads? It’s anyone’s guess at this stage!) But mostly, she just looks comfortable. And since owning both the Adidas wrestling shoes from her white outfit and the Tabi shoes from her dark one, I can attest that they are so damn comfortable whilst also feeling like I could run over any terrain or kick some bad guys’ butts. I’m totally here for it.

Also, Mother Aniseya’s outfit. There’s just so much damn detail to that garb. The fabric. The layers. I love it. Also looks like it would be a cosplayer’s nightmare.

Least favourite: This is probably going to get me cancelled, but I must speak my truth. Leia’s first outfit, the white robe. The “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi” one. It looks like a bedsheet. There. I said it. I don’t mind the whole idea of a plain white dress that covers her up, I just hate whatever fabric they used. How it hangs. Just screams worn-out bedsheet. And fuck trying to keep that thing clean.

Also, the padawan boob-tube. ‘Soka, babes. Just no. This isn’t Friday night discoteca. This is the military. Put your teenage midriff away and go find yourself something with pockets. You’ll need them.

20. Favourite/Least Favourite Creature

Favourite: DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE!!! I love animals, so much. And that extends to all the creatures in the GFFA, in all their weird, wonderfully different quirks. But I'll narrow it down to three. Love the howlers from Peridea - big, dumb, friendly over-sized dogs that I can ride into battle. Perfection! But also the Lothcat/Tookas. And the Tauntauns of Hoth. Give me one of each, please.

Least Favourite: those fucking giant spiders from that ice planet in the Mandalorian. FUCK THAT!!!

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 28 omg omg

mid season finale let's go batchersss 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x08

sleepy Wrecker 🤫🤲

Gonky and Echo watching Omega meditate 🥺

Omega asking Echo if he wants to try she was so innocently asking too 🥲

"I don't enjoy solitude" 💔😭

"hey boys" Rex my whole ass heart 🥰💕

lmao gives no details just is like ok meet me on coruscant like it's nbd 💀

how long has it been since they've been there ??

I'm assuming they've been there ?? idk ??

Rex introducing tbb like Cody did 🥲🤲 and Omega's little wave 💕

Echo keeping Omega back from the body, mom

the identifying number being wiped and Tech being the one to comment on not knowing that was a thing.... foreshadowing ? 👀

Echo stepping up immediately to speak in the senate 🥺

Hunter: "the senate won't listen to us, we're deserters" ... who Rampart said died in *his* attack, so the perfect people imo

"a simple data collection" right in the middle of imperial coruscant lololol ily Rex 💕

Chuchi and Omega team up 🥳🙌

they clearly don't think Chuchi is in that much danger bc they let Omega go with her ...

Omega with all her questions 🥺 she's learning everything she can

Omega's face seeing Rampart lmao meeee

he didn't even look at her 🙄

"there's nothing else she can do" HA idiot watch her go actually

Omega's run to look over the edge 🤲

"which one belongs to the clones?" heartbreaking 😫😭

I relate to Chuchi on a personal level, she cares sm about the clones 💕

Bail in dad mode keeping an eye on Omega hehe

Omega's confidence in tbb is so precious 🤲

Senator Burtoni lol blast from the past

the way she looks at Omega makes me uncomfy 👀

she gives zero fks about kamino girlll

"because I'm a clone too... it was my home .... and im angry" YES OMEGA SPEAKING UP FOR HERSELF TO A KAMINOAN I'M SO PROUD 🥳

Wrecker nearly getting zapped 👀

*mission impossible theme plays*

Wreckers saw !! bro I love it !!

Rex helping as many brothers as he can 🥺🤲

mans says he's helped "not enough" brothers... yeah but how many pls

"help's hard to come by these days..." Rex just ask him you know he'll go with you 🥲

"taking a lesson from your squad, we improvise" !!! tcw flashbacks lol I love when they have no plan 💕

knife knife knife 👀

"this is him better" Wrecker you've got this bby !!

lmao Tech controlling the cart from his datapad

Hunter's growl at Tech (again) 👀🤭

sneaky bois shhh 🤫

@anonymous-galager said Tech sounds like Crosshair in this scene hehe

regs: 'ayo someone activated the bridge' tbb + Rex: 'hey boys' they're so unserious while I'm hyperventilating 💀

the clones coming to stop tbb boys !! they're doing it for you !! 😫

Hunter: "new plan. 14, 5, 86" Wrecker: "all of them!?" I will never get tired of their plans 💕 (don't look at me plan 99 I'm not talking about you)

Rex: "we need an exit strategy" Echo: "got one, we're going over them" Rex: 😳 ??

Rex dodging blaster bolts 👌

"this should be interesting" Rex 🤝 Cody saying the same thing about tbb

Tech piloting the escape pod lmao he can literally fly anything

Rampart 🔫😈

lol he really thought he did something 💀

Omega's disguise wearing one of Chuchi's ponchos 🥰💕 Cal Kestis is coming for that poncho 👀

Rex giving Omega the data !! how much they all trust her 🥺

Rampart's whole speech full of rubbish 🙄

Omega catching her breath after running that whole way 🥺 you did good bby 💕

YES CHUCHI PLAY THAT EVIDENCE 🥳

Omega having to relive kamino being destroyed 😭💔

I PANICKED ITS PALPS 🙃

I hate that they twisted the whole thing so bad 😡😡😡

"I was following orders" well well well how the turn tables

the clones taking him away !!! it's like poetry, it rhymes 👌

Chuchi looked so defeated 😭😭😭

Omega hearing the introduction of stormtroopers ... I'm stuck in the foetal position forever 💔😫

Rex hating on palpatine hehe

"the fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us" AND THEY THINK ITS THEIR FAULT I HATE IT HERE 😫😭💔

"I will keep fighting for the clones" me too babes

I thought it was weird tbb just seemed to know Echo would go with Rex but it has taken me this long to realise they probably all discussed it while Omega was taking the data in 🙃😭

each of their lil moments with Echo 🥲

poor Omega probably blames Rex for Echo leaving 💔

"we're a squad" "we need you too" ...when I cry forever 😭

Omega literally jumping into his arms 🥺 and then wiping her tears away *screams into pillow*

the sad clone music I am in spain without the s

"keep an eye on them" ~ mom worrying about the kids

THE CROSSHAIR PARALELLS HELP-

and she's hugging Lula again 💔💔💔💔

I knew it'd be a bad idea to leave it all this close together I am gonna be an absolute wreck watching the s2 finale and going straight into s3 🙃