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X MARKS THE SPOT!
pairings: retired f1 drivers x retired f1 legend!yn.
faceclaim: jessica alba.
summary: being the first-ever female f1 world champion was hard enough. writing a tell-all about it, including all the details of your beef with that former driver? letâs just say the track wasnât the only place things got heated.
warnings: mentions of misogyny. like a lot. so if that is something that makes you uncomfortable, please donât read!! your comfort comes first <3
authorâs note: ignore timeline issues!! this was all inspired by that one anon who said something about yn writing a tell-all. this was written in like three hours. if you liked this, maybe send me an ask? :D
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yourinstagram: it was so fun talking to jimmyfallon about writing my memoir âlucky girl syndromeâ! i talked about getting the call that i was being signed, getting name dropped in a kdot song (thank you for making me cool to my nephews!) and the legacy i want to leave behind. check it out!!!
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user1: MOTHERRR
user2: omg iâve already pre-ordered my copy!!
-> user3: iâve reserved it at my local library đŤĄ
user4: i hope she spills all the tea. i wanna know exactly who the misogynist motherfuckers are.
user5: sheâs the goat female driver idc!! first female championship winner!!
-> user9: during her time in mclaren, jenson was carrying her. but yeah letâs talk about that one rigged championship đ
user6: she still looks so hot. my first celeb crush.
-> user7: i had pictures of her all over my wall. i think my mom still has them up đ
user8: worst driver of all time. only there because she looked good in the race suit.
-> user11: if she wasnât hot, no one would care about her driving.
user10: this was always going to happen when you allowed women into f1. ruined the sport. she was nothing but a distraction on the grid.
-> user12: she was incredible. she clawed her way to a championship when everyone doubted her. she proved that women can do anything. the only distraction are people like you.
user13: please please please tell me she says that her and jenson were a thing. i always used to ship them so bad. the photoshoot for british vogue was imprinted on my thirteen year old brain.
-> user14: ANOTHER JENSONYN SHIPPER!!! baitclaren was my fav mclaren era. yâall can have your twinkclaren!!
-> user15: remember when jenson shut down a misogynistic reporter who tried to imply that yn wasnât a good driver?? that was his girl frfr!!
user16: iâm so proud of u yn. youâve been through so much and iâm excited to support you.
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âSHEâS NOT THAT FAST â SHE JUST GETS LUCKY SOMETIMES. THATâS ALL IT IS. RIGHT CAR â RIGHT TIME. LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.â â a senior mclaren engineer.
dedicated to everyone who ever rooted for me. thank you.
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EXCERPT FROM LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.
by yn yln.
when i signed with mclaren in 2013, i thought i was living my dream.
i was the only female driver on the grid, paired with jenson buttonâa world champion, a household name, and, to some, a certified heartthrob. they already loved calling him âpromiscuousâ in the press, and suddenly there i was: the pretty young woman who happened to drive fast. to them, we werenât driversâwe were a brand. two good-looking people in shiny cars. and that label stuck.
from the start, i wasnât taken seriously. iâd show up to meetings and realize theyâd given me the wrong timeâjenson would already be there, halfway through strategising with the team. he always looked uncomfortable when i walked in late, knowing i wasnât told the same things he was.
âyouâre here now,â heâd say, smiling politely, trying to ease the tension. i liked him. he wasnât the problem. he was respectful, and if anyone made an offhand comment about me, heâd interject with a joke to cut through the awkwardness. but even his kindness couldnât fix what was fundamentally wrong.
my first podium was a moment iâd worked my entire life for. it was a race where i drove faster than jenson, faster than most of the grid. but the photo they posted of me on the teamâs social media wasnât of me crossing the finish line, or holding my trophy.
it was me in the garage, leaning over the car, my race suit unzipped halfway down. the caption didnât even mention the podium. it was just⌠my body. i couldnât stomach looking through the comments.
iâll never forget calling my dad that night. he was furious. he asked me why i didnât make a fuss. why i didnât storm into the teamâs office and demand better treatment. but what he didnât understand was that it wasnât that simple. youâre the only woman in a room full of men, and theyâre already waiting for you to slip up. waiting for you to show too much emotion, to prove them right when they think women are too âdramaticâ to handle the job.
so i kept my head down. i smiled at the cameras, laughed at the jokes, and drove my ass off every weekend. and every time i was faster than jenson, every time i outqualified him or finished ahead, theyâd say, âshe got lucky.â when he beat me, theyâd say, âsee? this is why she doesnât belong here.â it was a game i couldnât win.
being the first woman on the grid wasnât just about being fast. it was about being everything they didnât expect me to be: calm, collected, agreeable. i couldnât afford to push back because i knew theyâd use it against me. so i swallowed it all, every little slight, every dismissive comment, every missed opportunity. i thought if i just kept my head down and drove, eventually, iâd earn their respect.
but now, looking back, i realize⌠they were never going to respect me. not really. not as a driver. they respected what i did for their brand, for their image. they respected how well i played the part. but as a person, as an athlete? i was just another pretty face to them. nothing more. and thatâs what hurt the most.
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Discussion Thread:
âLucky Girl Syndromeâ by YN YLN: Thoughts, Reactions, and the Drama Itâs Stirred Up.
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u/checkeredpast: just finished lucky girl syndrome, and WOW. she did not hold back. calling out mclaren for the way they treated her, the âwrong meeting timesâ sabotage, and the completely inappropriate podium photo⌠i canât believe this stuff actually happened.
u/fastlaneandfurious: the part where she talks about the team using her as a âwalking brand strategyâ instead of a driver broke my heart. like, they wanted her to be the face of the team but refused to actually treat her like a serious athlete.
u/f1fanfiction: letâs talk about the fact that she outsold literally every sports memoir in history. 2 million copies sold in the first week. yn doesnât just break records on the track, apparently.
u/nosteeringallowed: her calling out the media for labeling her as âluckyâ after she beat half the grid is ICONIC. âthey didnât call my male teammates luckyâthey called them skilled.â like, yes queen, drag them.
u/ynsthegoat: what got me was the chapter about the infamous team dinner where they wouldnât even let her speak during strategy talk. then she went out and out-qualified jenson the next day.
u/overqualifiedandundervalued: âthey said i was lucky, but luck doesnât drive faster laps or win races. luck didnât make me the first woman to win a championshipâit was skill, it was hard work, and it was me.â CHILLS. absolute chills.
u/gridgossip: is no one going to talk about the tea she spilled on that one driver? the âpolite but condescendingâ comments she got from him while he constantly undermined her. we KNOW itâs about seb.
u/wheresthefinishline: @ u/gridgossip no no no, itâs def about fernando. sheâs been shady about him for years, and the way she described the âoverly competitive teammate who couldnât handle being outpaced by a womanâ fits him perfectly.
u/holygrailpodium: the inappropriate photo after her first podium makes me so mad every time. sheâs standing there in tears, holding the trophy, and they choose to post a picture of her leaning over the car with her suit half-open?? disgusting.
u/gaslitandgridlocked: her dad being her biggest defender was such a beautiful part of the book, though. âwhy do you stay quiet when youâre the fastest in the room?â hit me right in the heart.
u/podiumqueen: not me crying over how she kept driving through all of this, knowing they didnât want her there. like, the strength it mustâve taken to win races when her own team wasnât even rooting for her.
u/championshipenergy: the way she calls out how different her career wouldâve been if she were a man was SO POWERFUL. âthey didnât need me to be fast, they needed me to be pretty. they got both, and they still werenât satisfied.â
u/mimosasontherace: i canât stop thinking about the last chapter where she talks about winning her first championship and how no one in her team even hugged her when the cameras switched off. like, they couldnât even fake happiness for her.
u/driversanddivas: this book isnât just a memoir; itâs a reckoning. yn exposed everyone who doubted her and proved that no matter what they threw at her, she came out on top. lucky girl syndrome my assâshe EARNED that title.
u/lightsoutandread: imagine being on the grid right now, knowing you were one of the people she called out. the absolute awkwardness.
u/trophiesandtrauma: if youâre on the fence about reading this, DO IT. itâs not just about racingâitâs about breaking barriers, sexism, and resilience. honestly, it deserves all the success itâs getting.
u/checkeredpast: sheâs already announced a limited series deal with a streaming platform. you KNOW itâs going to be messy when they dramatize the âwrong meeting timesâ scene.
u/bookishracer: âlucky girl syndromeâ is officially my book of the year. yn didnât just tell her story; she made sure no one could ever erase it again.
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ham1ltonshaderoom: f1 legend and now best selling author, yn yln, took to harperâs bazaar to discuss writing and her career. however, her memoir went viral for more than its record breaking sales. yln mentioned that there was a certain driver that would be her biggest fan in public and then undermine her in public. it has been dubbed âx marks the spotâ, with the hashtag gaining major traction on social media. what do you think ham1ltons? and who do you think the supposed driver could be?
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âthere was one driver who always seemed to go out of his way to remind me i didnât belong. he wasnât on my team, but his presence always lingeredâsharp, dismissive, condescending. letâs call him x. in interviews, heâd say all the right things, calling me a âtrailblazerâ and claiming he respected what i brought to the sport. but in the paddock, it was another story. during press conferences, heâd interrupt me, throwing in some smug joke that made everyone laugh but left me feeling small. once, during a rain delay, he walked past my garage and casually remarked to my engineer, loud enough for me to hear, âwell, at least sheâll look good sliding off the track.â and when i won my first race, beating him in the process, he didnât say a word. no handshake, no congratulationsâjust a quick glance and he was gone. iâll never know why he went out of his way to belittle me, but in the end, i didnât care. that win wasnât for him. it was for me.â
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user1: itâs definitely fernando. theyâve never liked each other, and heâs always been salty when anyoneâs faster than him.
-> user2: nah, it canât be fernando. heâs competitive, but heâs never outright disrespectful. iâm thinking nico.
-> user1: girl thatâs the point đ x was never openly disrespectful.
user3: okay but what about lewis? we KNOW their relationship wasnât always great. remember how tense they were in interviews back then?
-> user4: no way itâs lewis. heâs literally said sheâs one of the most talented drivers heâs raced against.
-> user5: lewis can say nice things now, but what if he wasnât like that back then? she didnât say the guy stayed disrespectful. she also said x was nice in public, who knew what he was saying in private.
user6: everyoneâs ignoring seb, but sheâs shaded him before. what if itâs him?
-> user7: yn has ALWAYS defended seb. if anything, he was one of the few drivers who actually supported her. itâs not him.
user8: it has to be fernando. the whole paragraph is giving fernando energy, and you know it.
-> user9: nah, i still think itâs nico. remember when he threw shade at her in a press conference after she outqualified him?
user10: youâre all wrong. itâs michael. sheâs talked about how intimidating he was to race against, and she never got along with him.
-> user11: yn literally called michael one of her idols. sheâd never write about him like that.
user12: yâall are missing the obvious answerâkimi. heâs the only one who would say something that blunt and not care about the fallout.
-> user13: kimi didnât even talk to her half the time lol. i canât see him caring enough to belittle her.
user14: okay, what if itâs no one weâre expecting? maybe itâs some random mid-grid guy like grosjean or massa.
-> user15: yn wouldnât waste a whole chapter on someone irrelevant. it has to be one of the big names. my moneyâs on fernando or nico.
-> user1: fernando for sure. ynâs always been lowkey bitter about him, and this just proves it.
-> user2: itâs not fernando!! why canât you just accept that some drivers are cocky without it being him??
-> user3: okay but if itâs not fernando, who else would it be?? the smug comments SCREAM his vibe.
user5: weâre all arguing, but ynâs probably laughing at us right now. she KNEW weâd be doing this.
user16: yn âattention whoreâ yln.
user17: at least we know it wasnât my king jb đť
user18: idk who tf yn is but this tea is so juicy đ
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[setting: thanksgiving dinner, complete chaos. plates of food are half-eaten, wine glasses are full, and cousin jess is recording everything on tiktok. the family is deep into an argument about âx marks the spot,â using jessâs infamous powerpoint as reference.]
uncle bob: jess, i still donât get why you made a whole powerpoint about this.
cousin jess: because the people need to know, uncle bob. ynâs memoir is the drama of the decade, and youâre welcome for organizing all the evidence.
aunt carol: honestly, itâs that fernando. slide four proves it. all the press conferences where he interrupted her? itâs right there.
aunt fiona: fernando wasnât that bad. he even congratulated her in, like, 2017. i think itâs nico. slide eight, jess literally wrote âpetty king energyâ under his name.
uncle hamish: itâs not nico. youâre all overthinking this. i say itâs jenson. didnât he once call her âintenseâ in an interview?
cousin matt: jenson literally defended her against the media every other week, hamish. you clearly didnât listen to slide six.
grandpa: i still donât understand why this yn person didnât just punch the guy.
grandma: because she has class, unlike this family. pass the stuffing.
aunt bobbi: wait, what about lewis? slide ten said they were âfriendly but complicated.â maybe he was fake-nice to her.
uncle craig: fake-nice? lewis was the only one who liked her, bobbi. slide nine has like five examples of him hyping her up in interviews.
cousin jess: uncle craig, youâre wrong. he was supportive, but thereâs that one time he ignored her after she beat him in qualifying. itâs suspicious.
aunt carol: you think itâs suspicious? no way. lewis isnât smug enough to be x.
uncle hamish: oh please, youâre all just picking names because they sound dramatic. if anything, it was sebastian.
aunt fiona: seb? absolutely not. slide seven shows he called her âone of the best drivers on the gridâ multiple times.
uncle bob: thatâs suspicious. who compliments people that much unless theyâre guilty?
grandma: compliments arenât guilt, bob. stop eating the cranberry sauce straight from the bowl and get a grip.
aunt carol: youâre all wrong. slide four, people! fernando cutting her off mid-sentence! the manâs guilty as sin.
grandpa: why does anyone care about this? itâs all rich people in fancy cars. sounds like nonsense.
cousin matt: rich people drama is the best kind of drama, grandpa.
aunt bobbi: jess, why is kimiâs slide just a picture of him smoking with â#needthatâ written under it?
cousin jess: because kimiâs innocent. everyone knows he doesnât care about anything but being my dream man.
uncle craig: so why isnât yn on the slide about drivers who were universally liked?
cousin jess: because she wasnât universally liked, uncle craig. she was fast, hot, and female in a male-dominated sport. they were all salty.
uncle bob: well, now theyâre all posting about how much they respect her.
grandma: of course they are. itâs called covering their asses.
uncle hamish: if i were yn, iâd name names. all this mystery is just fueling conspiracy theories.
grandpa: or she could just leave it alone so we donât have to argue about it at thanksgiving. what the hell even is f1? is that nascar?
uncle craig: formula 1, dad. jesus, keep up.
grandma (snapping): if someone doesnât pass me the cranberry sauce right now, iâm gonna be the next x.
[jess pans the camera to her grandma glaring at the table, muttering under her breath as the family keeps arguing.]
cousin jess (whispering into her phone): yâall, my family is losing it over x marks the spot. happy thanksgiving.
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ham1ltonshaderoom: an update on the âx marks the spotâ speculation. it started over who exactly is x, from f1 legend yn ylnâs memoir and it is causing a stir! with former/current drivers taking to social media and journalists to prove their innocence. kimi räikkĂśnen, when asked, said âyn deserved every win she got. people talked too much, but she let her driving do all the talking. always respected that about her.â
mick schumacher released a statement via instagram, with a montage of photos of him and his dad with the first female championship winner: âmy dad always believed yn was one of the most talented drivers heâd ever seen. he admired her strength, her skill, and her ability to prove everyone wrong, time and time again. he spoke so highly of her and what she brought to the sport, and i know heâd be so proud to see her telling her story.â when sebastian vettel made a rare appearance to the grid, he confirmed that he had bought a copy and thought that he was proud to watch yn âmake historyâ.
now the sudden flurry of support is making fans of the sport wonder just who is genuine and who is covering his ass? what do you think ham1ltons?
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user1: the way literally everyone is tripping over themselves to prove itâs not them is SO funny. one of you is lying, and we will figure it out.
-> user20: exactly!! the fact that EVERYONE is suddenly posting/talking feels so suspicious lmao. someoneâs definitely guilty, and theyâre trying to throw us off the scent.
user2: kimiâs response is so him. short, straight, and unbothered. itâs definitely not him.
-> user22: weâre all analysing this, but kimiâs out here just vibing like always. love that man.
user3: mickâs statement is beautiful and wholesome as always, but also low-key throwing shade at the others?? like, âmy dad always supported herâ is giving âcanât say the same for you lot.â
-> user21: honestly, mickâs post is the only one that feels 100% genuine. his dad was always so supportive of yn.
user4: seb really said âi bought the bookâ and dipped. man didnât even deny anything outright. sus??
-> user5: nah, sebâs always been a yn fanboy. remember when he called her âthe most talented driver on the gridâ? itâs not him.
user6: the lewis and nico posts are giving major âdamage controlâ energy. both of them trying WAY too hard to sound supportive.
-> user7: facts. lewis called her a âchampionâ like we wouldnât notice how cold things were between them back in the day.
-> user17: tbh, i donât think itâs lewis. yn has said before that he was always encouraging her, and theyâve stayed friendly.
user8: fernandoâs post feels so rehearsed. like, when has he ever gushed over yn like that before??
user9: low-key think itâs nico. man was so salty about literally everything back then, and the âpetty kingâ vibes match the memoir perfectly.
-> user10: yesss, especially the part where she said he didnât congratulate her after her first win. sounds EXACTLY like something nico would do.
user11: not enough people are talking about jenson. just because he was her teammate doesnât mean heâs innocent. the whole âanswer my textsâ thing was cute, but heâs a smooth talker.
-> user12: nah, yn always spoke highly of jenson. he had her back when mclaren was treating her like a sex toy. iâm ruling him out.
user13: so weâre all just ignoring that fernando spent YEARS shading her in press conferences? india â13 is permanently engraved in my brain.
-> user18: canât lie, if itâs fernando, iâll be disappointed but not surprised. his 2013 energy was⌠a lot.
user14: honestly, theyâre all acting sketchy. the sudden love bomb of support is too much. one of you is x and we will find out.
user15: plot twist: what if x isnât even one of the obvious names? imagine itâs someone random like felipe massa lmao.
-> user16: watch it not even be one of the main suspects and weâve been dragging the wrong guy this whole time đ
user18: itâs giving âwe need to get ahead of the narrativeâ vibes, and iâm here for the chaos.
-> user19: everyoneâs pr team is in OVERDRIVE rn lmfaoooo
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I donât know if anyone has asked this yet, but enha legal line + aftercare?? What theyâd do, how theyâd act kind of thing? Maybe even how theyâd like to be taken care of? Itâs perfectly okay if you donât want to do this đ¤
hi hi!! Iâm a little sick rn but doing good because Iâm finally done with school >:3 also u make me blush sweet anon⌠Iâm glad my stuff makes you happy!! sorry it took a minute to get around to this but Iâm indulging in some softer stuff while I sniffle away in bed :,) thanks for the request!!
Enhypen and Aftercare (OT6)
pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, mentions of sex but not pure smut, fem bodied!reader
Heeseung
His face contorts into an expression halfway between pain and pleasure as he slow lying inches his sensitive length out of you, a breathless âhahhâ escaping him as he shivers, collapsing onto you. It pulls an unexpected grunt out of you, followed by a series of giggles as he borrows into your neck, huffs of hot air tickling your sensitive skin.
âWhat the fuckâ he whines out. You feel his hands squeeze your hips âyour pussy is crazyâ. The seriousness in his voice has you caught between a belly laugh and a faux scandalized gasp, swatting his ass gently as you scold him for such crude words. âIâm serious! You. Your body. Youâre just perfectâŚâ small pecks between each word, sleepy yawns, and a dopey heeseung clinging to you like a koala. Has fallen into the routine of fucking you before bed, claims itâs âthe only way I can sleep now. Need you so badâ, and it might just be true because you can already feel the gentle vibrations of his snores against your collarbone.
Jay
Donât play rn Jay is literally the embodiment of doting aftercare. The routine is locked and mf loaded. After he bullies your cunt until itâs sore and you are sure you canât walk, this pillow talk starts. This part is just as much for you as it is for him, because he doesnât think he could walk right now either. Promises of a future together, a catch-up on how your days have been, chats about if you liked the newest thing he introduced to your romp in the sheets. Just hearing your sweet voice cut through the quiet of night is enough to reground him (plus, he really does care about what you have to say).
I think heâs a little lazy with clean up, keeps a pack of wet wipes at the bedside table to give you both a once over, makes a half-promise to shower with you in the morning, and then rolls over to spoon you, peppering light kisses down your neck as your naked bodies intertwine to watch an episode of your guysâ favorite tv show. To Jay, aftercare is just as intimate as the actual sex. Unintentionally romantic in every way.
Jake
Heâs the one that needs the most extensive aftercare, and come on, doesnât he deserve it? He will eat you out for hours until you are kicking and squealing and prying him away by his hair. He will fuck into you from behind like itâs his sole purpose on his earth. And when all is said and done, he can hardly talk, slipping between English and Korean as he mumbles out a mix of curses and âso good, princess, so goodâ.
We wants you to play with his hair, curling up into your chest and peppering light kisses across your skin. He wonât admit how his heart skips a beat when you coo out a soft âgood boyâ to him, instead, he playfully bites you in retaliation. He wonât say anything about it, though. He loves the extra soft treatment, itâs like a reward for pushing himself to his limits to make you feel good.
Sunghoon
Heâs such an angel. Heâs sweeping you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. It doesnât matter how big you are, he insists on carrying you because you are his baby (âyou know, I donât lift all those weights for nothingâ cue the cheesy flexing). Lets you soak in the shower for a bit while he changes the sheets and prepares pajamas for you. Big believer in actions speak louder than words.
âWas I too rough on you today?â he pouts, slipping into the shower after finishing his post-coital rounds and eyeing the redness that has stuck around on the meat of your ass. No amount of reassurance of you liking it will erase the worried expression, eyebrows drawn together and lips pressed into a thin line. The only thing that makes him stop, makes him burst out into laughter and splash water at you, is the promise you make to spank him next time around.
Sunoo
Iâm sorry but he is definitely crying afterwards. Yâall know Iâm not on the babygirl Sunoo agenda all the time, but this is something Iâm absolutely positive about. Heâs just so overwhelmed with emotion, so happy that you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, so happy to be with you, so in love with you, the tears are forming in his eyes the moment he watches you reach your finish underneath him. âMy pretty girlâ sniffle sniffle âyouâre so- fuck- so gorgeousâ. Doesnât matter how long you have been together, there is about a 50% chance of tears every time you guys fuck.
He tends to get embarrassed about crying like that so please give him lots of reassurance :(. Gets a little shy and whiny at vocalized praise, but loves gentle back rubs and showers together. Let him wash and dry you, he likes to feel like he is taking care of you just as much as you take care of him <3.
Jungwon
Iâm sorry heâs so silly and sweet after. Needs to make you laugh after an intense moment. Eases his mind to see you so happy after being so vulnerable (firm believer in the wonie softie agenda). Still naked as the day he was born as he playfully wrestles with you in the sheets. Heâs right next to your ear, letting our exaggerated high-pitches moans and squeals of âwonnie harder!â. He giggles at your indignant protests, reassuring you that he loves how you canât get enough of your âvery hot and sexy boyfriendâ.
He seems like the type that needs to be constantly moving, fetching you towels and water and hand feeding you snacks. âAnything for you, babycakesâ. Cheesy ass grin while calling you corny pet names in a teasing voice, dodging the pillow you launch his way.
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a/n: reminder that requests are open. I have some to work through and might not do all requests I get, but I love hearing from yâall :3 also this isnât proofread, just like every thing else đ xx - princess
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boyfriend rin headcannon queen?
a/n: holy shit how have i gone this long without making rin bf headcanons??? thank you anon im gonna give you a kith đ
Ë・ââË° BOYFRIEND RIN Ë・ââË°
â Itoshi Rin x gn!reader | all characters aged up 18+ | SFW
BLUE LOCK M.LIST | requests are open! | enjoy đ˘ -aria
pre-boyfriend!rin who is much less intimidated by his feelings for you than people may expect. he understands how he feels and he accepts it, but no way in hell is he telling you about them. he tries to push them down as far as he can for as long as he can. doesnât want the distraction and is a little insecure about how heâll be as a boyfriend.
pre-boyfriend!rin who goes out of his way to introduce himself to you, help you out with stuff, get things for you that you need, but not without complaining (as if he isnât giddy at the thought of just being around you). âSeriously, you canât do this on your own? If youâre going to hurt yourself doing it then just let me handle it.â
pre-boyfriend!rin who gets jealous and possessive as if youâre already his partner. tries to get your attention on him instead of others without showing how heâs feeling. always makes it a little too obvious though, especially when he literally grabs your arm and pulls you away. âThat guyâs a loser, just stay with me and he wonât bother you.â
pre-boyfriend!rin who invites you to hang out just to sit and talk in his room, invites you to his games and practices, gets defensive about introducing you to his teammates, and proceeds to act as if all that isnât couple level interaction. rin finds solace in the thin line he walks between acting like you best friend and acting like your boyfriend. he likes the way he gets to act in regards to you without actually having to explain himself or his feelings. however, the thought that you arenât actually his and could be taken from him at any time is enough to push him past his comfort zone and lead to his confession.
pre-boyfriend!rin who lets his feelings build up to an unbearable point and only then does he confess to you. his confession comes off a little passive aggressive. he isnât sure how to explain how he feels without saying that you did this to him or you did that to him and he had no other choice but to fall in love with you. he unintentionally rambles on during his confession, drawing it out a bit too much because he isnât sure when to stop, and he could honestly go on forever about how much and how deeply he feels for you. slowly but surely his tone becomes more affectionate and he shuts up in a moment of embarrassment awaiting your response.
boyfriend!rin who so quickly loses the tough guy act once you guys start dating. the beginning stages of physical touch and intimacy hit him like a semi truck and he canât help but melt into a puddle any time he gets to be in your arms. he slugs over to you after practice and games, still sweaty and heaving, and plops himself over your shoulders. tries his best not to put all his weight on you but just enough for him to feel cradled. he swears laying in bed with you is some kind of mind control ritual that you perform on him because how else could you get him to so easily open up and share a piece of his mind with you? the stillness of the night, the softness of the sheets, the comforter, and your skin against his; it makes him feel so safe he doesnât even let the words that come out of his mouth process in his brain first.
boyfriend!rin who takes you on very sweet and simple dates. likes sitting by the water with you, walking along the beach or at the park. he likes aimlessly kicking a soccer ball around with you in his backyard while you guys talk. dates with him feel more like hangouts, but sometimes he does like to put in a little extra effort to make it something special.
boyfriend!rin who has absolutely no wandering eye or intentions of being with anyone else. remember how difficult it was for him to just be with you? nah, no way is he doing that again. plus heâs got the best partner in the world so itâs not like he would ever want to risk that. because of this he would let you have a lot of say in his appearance. his haircuts, his clothes, even the body wash and cologne he wears. obviously he still wouldnât let you choose something that he doesnât like, but he wants you to like all of it too and he doesnât mind catering to your preferences on him. youâre the only person heâs trying to impress and he wants you to feel confident about that.
boyfriend!rin who secretly wants everyone to know youâre his but also doesnât want to make a spectacle out of you. he tells his teammates about you, occasionally will post about you, and he comments on all your posts. I canât imagine him doing a hard launch, but heâs not afraid to mention in interviews or in conversation that he is in fact taken and in love.
boyfriend!rin who greatly appreciates the advice and support that you give him. heâs got some issues he needs to work through, and he feels so lucky to have you by his side. not judging him or scolding him for acting the way he does, but instead teaching him love in new ways and guiding him towards better understanding of others and behavior. he really starts taking things more seriously when youâre around, specifically in regards to separating his attitude on the field and off the field. he holds you like water in his hands and he wants that to help him learn how to show others and himself that same tenderness when necessary.
boyfriend!rin who is very possessive but not over protective. he lets you go out and dress up and look hot for the whole world to see. he trusts you with his whole heart and the idea of someone trying to hit on you while he isnât there doesnât scare him. he does hate when people hit on you while he is there though, it makes his blood boil. he goes into predator mode and literally forces you to cling to him like youâre his cub. heâs definitely the type to fight with other guys in your instagram comment section, would stop after you tell him that itâs kind of embarrassing though lol. god forbid someone from a rival team makes a comment after seeing you at one of his games, heâs literally devouring them on the pitch and then probably trying to beat the shit out of them after.
boyfriend!rin who purposely puts things on the highest shelves in your shared apartment so that you have no other choice but to ask him for help. he reaches up and grabs whatever you need, handing it to you with the stupidest smirk on his face.
boyfriend!rin who always needs to have some point of contact with you when youâre together. he isnât big on pda at all and would cringe if you tried to be excessive about it, but he will admit he just needs your hand in his almost all of the time. if not that then heâll opt for placing his hand on your lower back or on your thigh.
boyfriend!rin who is so whipped that he looks through your socials and his personal pictures of you multiple times a day when heâs away for games. he genuinely gets homesick for you and hates the feeling. calls you when he wakes up in the mornings and before he goes to bed at night, and of course is texting you throughout the day. heâs not a gimmicky guy but he loves getting you little souvenirs from the different countries he visits. his gifts are always tasteful and he knows what you like so donât worry.
boyfriend!rin who is the best gift giver! heâs so doting and attentive that he knows you like the back of his hand and never fails to surprise you with items, trips, events, etc. that you absolutely love.
boyfriend!rin who is super freaking awesome and cute and im only writing this bc i feel weird ending the post on something random lol. all hail rin itoshi. the rin stans have convinced me!!
LOOOOORD forgive me i know itâs been like a week since my last official post but im a working woman, a single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops with gentle hands and the heart of a fighter im a survivor bro yall wouldnât understand. anyways im trying to get back on my regular posting schedule bc i have so many requests to fulfill so stay tuned aria nation - peace out âď¸
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Y/n and Lando have a friendly competition to see who can get more numbers and y/n gets upset when Lando gets the number of someone who actually likes him
omg this is such a great idea, thanks for trusting me to write it anon! ily!
tw: fem! reader, swears, lmk if you want me to add anything else.
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"truth or dare?" lando asks. neither of you are even that drunk so how you had resorted to playing high school party games in the middle of the club was beyond you, all you knew that is if lando wanted you to jump off the nearest bridge you would be pulling up the directions on google maps on your phone seconds later.
"dare" you grin, thinking your choice to be bold, especially when you were playing with lando. your fears are confirmed when he smiles like a cheshire cat at your answer, like it was exactly what he wanted.
"okay well this is kinda a dare for us both, a challenge if you will.." lando trails off as you stand there, drink in hand waiting for him to continue with what was probably going to be a god awful plan or 'challenge' as he called it. you hum out to show you were listening and interested.
"it's simple really, we go around the club and try and see who can get the most numbers, whoever gets the most in the next two hours wins." lando explains. you honestly do not think you have ever heard of a worse game in your life. you guess it does not help if you were in love with your competition. you knew how hard it was seeing lando flirt with random girls in the clubs you had joined him in every weekend or so. you sigh as you contemplate his offer.
"what do i get if i win?" you ask, wanting to make watching the man you were in love with flirt it up with other girls, worth it. it is lando's turn to think as you watch on, desperate for him to decide to call it off, the idea of him getting other girls numbers unsettling, but you knew you could never pull out without hearing the end of it from your opponent.
that smile returns and before you can focus too much on the swirly, fuzzy feeling it creates in your stomach he's speaking up. "the winner gets a whole week of favours from the loser." you probably do not think hard enough about how badly this could end for you before you agree and you are both on your separate ways, hunting for your first victim. you do not feel very comfortable flirting with these random guys, promising to call them and the likes, when you knew that your heart belonged to the stupid boy who had probably only suggested this so he could get girls numbers for when he was lonely.
after an hour you had near enough given up as it felt draining talking to so many men, when none of them even cared enough to ask your name. it was exhausting and this point you knew you just wanted to go home but you knew you still had an hour of this left so you soldier on, continuing your bland and boring conversations with the lamest guys you had seriously ever met.
an hour and a half in and you had only gotten ten phone numbers., you knew as soon as you and lando had counted them up to see who the winner was they would be getting thrown away so you did not really care much to keep them pretty or even safe as you were sure you lost a few navigating through the club crowds.
you had tried not to watch lando jump from girl to girl, most of the time not even having to lay on any charm or anything. you decided in that moment to hate him for the rest of your life. even though you love him it was literally killing you to see this happen right in front of your eyes, and you had no one to blame bar yourself as you had literally encouraged this to happen by agreeing to his stupid dare/ challenge. at this point you had stopped caring about losing and started thinking about how what lando would make you do for the next week straight could never be as bad as watching him throw himself at hundreds of different girls. your eyes are glued to lando as you watch him saunter over to a group of girls, one you could recognise from a million miles away. it was that stupid model that was always liking and commenting on lando's instagram posts. you knew for a fact that she genuinely already had a liking towards lando and the thought of him handing her his number had made you feel sick to your stomach. there was no way in hell you were sticking around to see this one, you were sure this one would be the one that broke you.
you sling the coat that is hanging over your arm around your shoulder and slide your arms into the arms of the jacket before weaving through the crowd to the club exit. you knew lando would probably be going home with blonde model for the night, you heading home by yourself like always. you tried not to be bitter but you were so tired of begging anyone and everything that it would one day be you that lando begs to take home, even for just one night, you would take that over never knowing his touch easily.
you wait for your uber outside in the cold, hearing the noise of the club come and go as the doors to the building open and close as people enter and exit as they please. one of the last times you hear the door open and close you hear footsteps approach you slowly, you cannot even find it in you to be scared because you can tell exactly who it is from the footfall alone, nevermind the overpowering scent that seems to follow you around even after you had left the boys presence.
"y'going home already? cause y'know 've won?" lando teases but you are not in the mood so you fimd it hard to muster up even a fake laugh. lando frowns at you, confused.
"wait what's wrong?" he asks, hand coming to rest on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him.
instead of answering his question you reply "i have an uber coming. it's on its way." lando nods but speaks up again anyway.
"did you not like the game? did someone say something to you?" he presses, his sudden protective nature doing nothing to help the heart eyes you feel forming as you stare at him.
"no one said anything. how many numbers did you get?" you ask. lando frowns at the way you change the conversation, worried for you.
"i didn't get any." he says, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. you furrow your brows in confusion.
"i seen you talk to loads of girls?" you tell him, eyes trailing over his face trying to catch him out in a lie. you could not.
"didn't get any of their numbers though? realised after the first girl i talked to that none of them even held a candle to you, sweetheart." lando smiles as his thumbs trace a path down your cheeks.
"not even that blonde model who liked all of your instagram posts?" you ask, feeling a little insecure because of lando's out of the blue, kinda confession.
"nah, just went around talking about you all night." lando confesses. "i would've came back to you sooner but you know me, can't give up on a challenge first." you roll your eyes at his words. you link your hand with his and pull him to stand beside you to wait for your uber and he does so without a complaint.
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Can I request dating headcanons for Logan x GN Reader x Wade please?
Logan x Reader x Wade dating headcanons
Reader: gender neutral
/Logan x Reader x Wade/
A/N:Â Hi anon! I was almost writing this even if no one requested it so thank you! I love them so much and I hope you like these short headcanons I made! This is SFW btw S2
Tags:Â SFW headcanons, idiots in love, soft!Logan (maybe ooc), Wade is good with feelings, domestic fluff, poly relationship.
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Dating Logan and Wade would be⌠interesting, to say the least.
The dynamic between them was mostly violent, particularly because they matched each otherâs strengths and that meant they couldnât really get hurt. But when it came to you, they would show such gentleness it never failed to make you feel like royalty.
It would probably start as a casual thing, and then escalate to a more serious level. When that happened, Logan would begin to worry about whether that was a good idea. But as soon as he saw how happy you were with the two of them, he would relax.
Wade was obviously the clown of the relationship, while Logan was the anchor. He brought you together and made sure to keep it that way, even if he faltered in relation to his own emotions (because of his trauma, he would be afraid to fuck things up).
But even though Wade wouldnât take things seriously, he was good with feelings. When it was absolutely necessary, he would take a sit and just⌠talk. Whatever you and Logan needed, he would be there (because he couldn't quite believe he had you both, it was too good to be true and he would make sure to do everything right).
That would bring you even closer to each other, those vulnerable moments being critical to the development of your relationship. Not everything was rose-colored, sometimes you needed to get your hands dirty.
But it was worth it! Because after all, it was good to have them both. You enjoyed watching them bickering at each other, and then only a couple of moments later kissing like nothing had happened... it always brought a smile to your face.
And they would include you, of course. In every activity, even if that meant simple things like cooking or watching TV, you three would always be together.
Let's not forget about the make-out sessions, hm? The way they kissed and touched you brought butterflies to your stomach, made you feel loved and seen. They were mostly gentle... until you asked them otherwise. ;)
They would protect you at all costs, even a little too much at times. You had to constantly remind them you weren't a damsel in distress and that if you needed their help, you would ask. But their concern was appreciated, nonetheless.
And they would also get jealous... Wade's jealousy would be immediately obvious because he had to comment on everything, but when Logan was jealous... things would escalate. He would probably take it out on Wade (because he could take it) until you figured it out and talked to him about it. "You're mine..." He would say, and you would agree.
To cheer things up, you would put some music in the living room and dance along. Wade was a fantastic dancer, while Logan was... not. "C'mon, Wolvie! Dance with us!" Wade would say, and he tried sometimes when the mood was right. You would laugh while they twirled you around, both men giggling to themselves.
You would shower together, helping them out of their clothes and washing them clean. You would also wash Logan's hair and massage Wade's shoulders, they would almost purr with your every touch.
And when you slept together, you would take turns on who would lay in the middle. Cuddling and chatting until you fell asleep always made you warm and fuzzy inside, because after all... you loved them. And they loved you and each other, so that was all that mattered.
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SUMMARY๨ৠMaxâs new girlfriend reminds you of everything you arenât. You didnât just want him anymore, you wanted to be HER.
PAIRING ๨ৠMax Verstappen x Ex!Fem!Reader (not very much tbh), Platonic!Kelly Piquet x Platonic!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS ๨ৠKelly Piquet mentions đ°đ° (IM JOKING DONâT COME AFTER ME), obsession, changing oneself to fit anotherâs gaze, mentions of straightening and changing hair color.
A/N ๨ৠHello there đ¸ -Anon!! Iâm so happy to see that youâve been reading my fics for so long, I truly appriciate you and want to thank you for how youâve been so supportive these past months as well 𩷠Although⌠Iâm not so sure happy endings are in my vocabulary đ¤ (JK IâLL MAKE IT A HAPPY ENDING IN MY OWN WAY đŤś) Again, love you sm đ¸ -Anon, I hope you enjoy this 𩷠(requested!)
Iâm also VERY sorry this is so short!! I was out of brain juice while writing this but still wanted to do it at the same time for you! :(
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â username9 youâll never be y/n â username10 @ username9 yeah, because sheâs kelly and they BOTH love max in their own way.
username1 missing y/n-stappen.
username2 they are so cute but i will never get over max and y/n </3
username3 MAX VERSTAPPEN DOMINANCE đŁď¸ đĽ đŁď¸ đĽ
â username11 DU DU DU DU đŁď¸đŚ đĽ đłđą
username4 canât believe that y/n isnât the one to celebrate with max for getting another word championship :(
â username5 what is with all of you complaining about y/n not being there?! max moved on, you guys should too. â username6 @ username5 damn sorry that we have opinions that we are voicing. â username7 @ username5 soooo we arenât aloud to miss someone that was a part of maxâs life for so long and that we grew to love? â username8 @ username5 parasocial relationship fr tbh đ
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â username10 bro is faster than max emilian verstappen
username11 the y/n like???
â username12 like what is she doing here đ â username13 can another girl not like a photoshoot in her life?? đ
username14 so pretty!! đ¤Š
username15 sheâs such a upgrade from y/n honestly
â username16 and why is that??? â username17 @ username16 because she fits a driverâs type aka a model đ?? â username18 @ username17 sorry i didnât know you speak for all drivers and their types
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lilymunihe âď¸ take the swimsuit off when??
â y/n_l/n đŤŁđŤŁ â username32 take the swimsuit off so she can stop copying kelly?? now. â username33 @ username32 you kelly fans are so obsessed with y/n like make a fanpage for at at this point
username19 hold up this looks sorta familiar
username20 itâs giving kelly rip off
â username21 kelly rip off?? sheâs the og. â username34 @ username21 og fake model? yeah â username35 @ username34 honey you do a face reveal at this point because that black screen pfp ainât doing you justice. â username36 @ username35 LMAO EAT HER UP
username22 anyone noticed how the swimsuit looks like kellyâs??
â username23 white swimsuit = copying kelly, got it.
username24 trying hard to look like kelly piquet
â username25 super duper! â username37 you all accuse this woman of something like 20,000 other people never posted a similar photo
username26 some people are seriously stretching with the y/n copying kelly. so her and kelly both posted photos of them at the pool, what about it???
â username27 LITERALLY. â username28 at this point they must just accuse every wag of copying kelly with their photos â username29 @ username28 honestly đđ
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â username30 pretty good at copying? yes. â username31 @ username30 OML SHUT UP.
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username39 now this isnât very subtle anymore is it
username40 y/n??
lilymunihe âď¸ girl. open our chats rn or iâm taking away your phone privileges
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username42 not even hiding it at this point.
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iamrebeccad âď¸ y/n lovely, we need to talk. :(
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kellypiquet âď¸ iâm so happy about the journey for you! we should go get coffee sometime to chat! đĽ°
â y/n_l/n i would love that đĽšđŠˇ â username45 GIRL SUPPORTING GIRLS!! đ â username46 no war between them. no kelly > y/n or y/n > kelly. â username47 itâs ust Y/n AND Kelly đĽš!
username48 so happy for y/n to be finally moving on and focusing on herself now. she deserves all the love.
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â username49 âMY FAVORITE GIRLSâ â username50 IM CRYING. â username51 max and y/n might not be together, but they support each other like they never split and i love that.
alexandrasaintmleux thatâs our girl that we love đŠˇ
â y/n_l/n aleeeeexxx đđ iâm the one that loves you!! â charles_leclerc âď¸ suspicious.
franciscac.gomes âď¸ we love you y/n đŤś
â y/n_l/n i want to kiss you omg â pierregasly âď¸ thatâs my gf?? â y/n_l/n and thatâs my bestie?? â francisca.cgomes âď¸ thatâs it you two, fight over me to the death đŠ
iamrebeccad âď¸ so proud of you!! â¤ď¸
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Hockey Player!Azriel x Figure Skater!Reader
Summary: Anon Req: I love love LOVE your Hockey!Azriel x Ice skater reader series! So good! đ I just read the one where Azriel gets in a fight on the ice and the reader is worried about him getting hurt and I can just imagine how upset Azriel would be if it was the opposite and you didnât hit the landing or something during practice on the ice and you end up in the ER and everyoneâs talking about how there was so much blood so Az is worried and trying to get to you and he wants to punch something so bad while heâs waiting to hear about your condition but thereâs no one to fight. Heâs so soft and takes care of you while you get better though â¤ď¸đĽš (I need a hockey player Azriel in real life asap⌠seriously thank you for bringing him to life â¤ď¸)
Warnings: Mentions of an accident (reader falls and cracks her head open) and blood.
Word Count: 1,475
Notes: Okay, I didn't quite hit everything, but hopefully I did it justice with what I was able to add đ
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âAgain,â your coach demands, and you want to melt into a puddle of tears.
Your limbs are aching, legs quivering from practicing the same jump over and over and over again, but you still havenât mastered it and the championship is only three weeks away. If you donât land this trick during your routine, youâre never going to nationals.
âI canât, Coach,â you pant, graciously accepting the water bottle she passes you. Coach Weaver is the most decorated figure skating trainer in the country, and not only is it a privilege for her to be an employee at your university, but to be working on your solo routine with her is an opportunity not many receive. âMy legs are shot for the day.â
The water is crisp and fresh on your tongue, wetting your parched throat. If you focus on that, youâre almost able to forget about the quivering muscles of your legs from so many attemptedâand failedâjumps today. Youâve been running your routine for the past hour and for once, youâre saddened by the lack of presence from the universityâs hockey team, who are usually bombarding your ice time by now, you notice as you peek at the clock on the timeboard pinned to the side of the stadium.
âIf you want to make it to nationals this year, you need to spend all of your free time practicing, not chasing around those hockey players,â Coach Weaver says. She doesnât look up from her phone, eyes glued to the most recent video of one of your many unsuccessful runs. Her eyes are narrowed, scrutinizing, and all you want right now is for her phone to run out of battery. âAre you doing enough core work on your time out of practice?â She finally lifts that inspecting gaze to your stomach and it makes you want to squirm. âYour edge work could use some practice, too. Your control isnât nearly as strong as it should be.âÂ
Again, because my legs feel like fucking jello, you think sourly, clenching your teeth. You donât respond. Itâs futile, anyway. All Coach Weaver would do is come back at you with another demand, wondering why you seem to have so many excuses, and you can do without today.Â
âYes, Coach,â you agree, because itâll be the quickest way to get you out of here. All you want to do is collapse on your couch with some much needed dinner and kick your feet up into Azrielâs lap, praying for a massage. Youâll beg if you have to, but thereâs no way you can get down on your knees for him tonight. No, itâs pillow princess night for you, if you donât fall asleep on the couch first.
âRun it again,â Coach Weaver says, straying away from nitpicking you. âAnd make sure that air position is tight this time, I donât want a hair out of place.âÂ
Spoke too soon.
Thereâs no point in arguing, even if you know thereâs no possible way youâre going to be able to land this jump today. Coach wonât quit until youâre unable to move, until she sees that youâve had enough.Â
Other skaters whiz by and you envy them. A girl and her partner glide past looking like two graceful gazelles, and in an intricate jumble of limbs, he throws her into the air, catching her, and they spin in tight circles, quicker than your eye can follow.Â
Maybe you shouldâve done partnered skating instead.
âLetâs go,â Coach barks. Sheâs looking at her watch like she has some place to be, which you know is untrue because of the rumors youâve heard the other skaters whispering about her. How she drove off her second husband the same way she did the first, how all she has at home is a bottle of rum and a karaoke machine.Â
You quickly take position, and then youâre off. You try to clear your mind of all of your earlier attempts but your legs are screaming in protest. You press your lips together, gaining speed, making sure your edges are set and your core is tight.
You donât even notice Azriel sneaking into the rink. Well, heâs not sneaking, because heâs been in here more times in the past few years at college than you have. He catches you as you glide past, a determined look to your eye that makes his chest tight with pride.
You lift, spin once, twice, and itâs euphoric. Surely, you must almost have it this time. Something blooms warm in your chest, but halfway through your third rotation everything comes crashing down. You nearly would have had it that time, if your lethargic leg didnât give out as soon as your blade makes contact with the ice again.Â
You donât have time to scream, to brace as you come smashing into the ice with the force of a bull.
The sound of your skull cracking against the ice rings through the arena, silencing everyone except for the distressed shout of your name that follows you into the blackness.
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âOh my Gods,â Azriel sighs in relief. His brows are furrowed deeply, the same frown youâve come to know and love deeper, more sad as he stares at you in relief. His fingers tighten around yours and you squeeze back gently, blinking groggily. âThank fuck youâre awake, sweetheart.âÂ
âWhat happened?â You ask, but you donât know why. You remember everything clearly, up until you slipped into the ice. You remember Coach Weaver demanding you try your trick again, despite your protests not to. You remember feeling confident in the air, even though your legs were an aching pile of muscle that gave out with your landing. From then, itâs all fuzzy. All you know is that Azriel was there. He still is.
âYou didnât land your fall,â he explains wearily, like heâs not sure he should be the one explaining this. Fuck it, he doesnât care. Youâre here and youâre hurt, but youâre okay. Youâre going to be. Azriel will see to it himself. âYour body just crumpled, sweetheart, and youââ He takes a shuddering breath that has you reaching out to caress his cheek. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm before continuing the haunting story. âYou hit your head. There was blood everywhere. Please, donât ever scare me like that again.â
You groan in response, reluctantly removing your hand from the warm skin of your boyfriend, reaching up to finger at the bandages wrapped around your head. You grimace at the thought of what you must look like right now, worse for wear.
Azriel gently takes your hand, removing it from where youâre still poking at your head, trying to find the wound. You donât feel anything, probably because of the numbing the doctors used when fixing you up.Â
You suspect youâre not going to feel all that great later.
âYou have five staples in your head,â Azriel answers your unspoken question. If it will keep you from dislodging your bandage, heâll tell you what you want to know.
You hum softly. âWhat did Coach say?â
You donât miss the way Azriel clenches his teeth. âShe called the ambulance. She actually insisted that she be the one to ride with you but I shut that down right fucking quick,â he spits, and heâs getting all worked up again. It was hard seeing you fall, his stomach dropping to the floor, but once he saw the blood weeping from your skull, heâd only seen red.
Your shoulders sag. Itâs a relief that she isnât here right now, though a part of you wants to shove this in her face. Hopefully, it will be the last time she ignores her studentâs limits.
Leaning your head back against the pillow propped behind you, you ask the question youâre dreading. Swallowing harshly, you inquire, âHow long am I going to be off ice?â
Your boyfriend is silent for a long moment, two. It makes your heart twist in your chest, bracing for the terrible news.
âDoc says youâre out for two weeks,â Azriel says, brushing his lips across your knuckles in an apologetic manner. He knows how much skating means to you, and hates to be the one to break the news to you, but heâd rather be the one doing it than you having to hear it from the doctor.
âTwo weeks?â you exclaim, eyes nearly bugging out of your head. You wince at the sudden movement and when the roaring of your voice makes your headache. Maybe that hadnât been such a good idea, but thereâs only three weeks until the championship, and if you arenât able to land your trick within one week returning to the ice, your entire season is fucked.
Azriel cringes, and the bad news isnât over yet. âMinimum.âÂ
And your season is officially down the drain.
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no bcos scar (wuwa) lives in my head rent free.. đŤ if he paid i wld be a billionaire now but how would you headcanon scar as a lover? (also wld he turn me into a tacet discord hybrid HELP but i mean this in all seriousness)
â§Ë° having scar as a lover. | scar headcanons.
â Ëâď¸ ââ´ synopsis: he may be a maniac...but he's your maniac! so, what's it like to love scar?
â Ëâď¸ ââ´ characters involved: scar, gender neutral reader.
â Ëâď¸ ââ´ warnings: none!
â Ëâď¸ ââ´ notes: hi hi anon! ŕŹ(ŕŠËáľË)੠thank you for sending in an ask, i appreciate it so so much! hope you enjoy it! ALSO RENT FREE IN THIS ECONOMY?? GET YOUR BAG FROM YOUR MAN!! ŮŠ(ŕš`^´ŕš)Űś
ᥣđŠ â˘ď˝ĄęŞŕ§ Ëâ
scar ᥣđŠ â˘ď˝ĄęŞŕ§ Ëâ
when it comes to love, scar is just as passionate about you as he is about fighting for the fractsidus and getting people to join.Â
he would burn the world down for you if you asked.Â
(literally and figuratively, so be careful with what you ask from him because heâll go great lengths to make you happy.)
turning you into a tacet discord hybrid isâŚsomething he definitely would highly suggest to you, but unlike his manipulation of other people, he would not want to force it upon you (though he would be very happy to see you join in adopting his ideals.)
heâs surprisingly patient when it comes to you, from waiting for you when youâre trying to decide what to eat off the menu to trying to decide your own fighting style.
will talk about the latest gossip in the organization with you in a very exasperated tone and makes it as dramatic as possible to get you hooked.Â
words of affirmation kind of guy, loves to flirt with you and overload you with compliments.Â
sometimes, when he wants to get just the two of you alone, heâll create his own little bubble and begin either yapping on about something or asking you for affection because heâs âstarvedâ of it, as he puts it. (itâs been five minutes.)
surprisingly likes to cuddle, and on the days heâs not out recruiting people, heâs in bed with you, nice and cozy.
the best evil deeds are done at night! âŚso heâs not a morning person.
will need you to coax him out of bed to get started on the day (a few kisses and running your hands through his hair gently will do the trick.)
really enjoys the fact that he can let his guard down around you, and he knows his reputation precedes him, so he always makes sure to put his best foot forward and be genuine always with you.
overall this little maniacâs biggest weakness is you so mwah 10/10 for being a lover, ignoring how he asks you on the daily âplease please please put a tacet discord in yourself babe itâs not that bad i pinky promise pLEASE-â
#wuthering waves#wuthering waves headcanons#wuwa#wuthering waves x reader#wuthering waves scar#wuthering waves scar x reader#wuthering waves scar headcanons#wuwa scar#wuwa x reader#wuwa scar x reader#wuwa headcanons#qi writes
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OMGG the hickey prank hcs were so funny bge đđđ adding onto that anon,,,, u should do another tiktok prank thing with enha :0 like maybe the âhide my bfs hereâ or like a breakup prank, itâs up to u!!!!
âhide my bfs hereâ w. enha âËâ
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genre: fluff, crack
warnings: none really, jokes
requested: yes!
pairing: enha x gn!reader
authorâs note: i will be doing both pranks (hide my bfs here & breakup prank) because i think theyâre both so funny. the break up prank will be a separate post so be on the look out! also, once again, thank u guys so much for the feedback im glad my writing doesnât suck as much as i thought it did and ppl actually enjoy it đđ¤
ss â âhide my bfs hereâ prank on enhypen
heeseung Ëâ âŚ
probably ponders on it
like wait what..
no like heâll sit there for a good minute đ
and then be like âwait im your..â
poor baby, give him a few moments
you and heeseung sat in your shared bedroom while he gamed. you were on the bed, waiting to catch him off guard.
he would talk to you whenever his friends would step away from their mic for a bit and then get back to talking with them so his attention on you was like 50-50. he was paying attention, but not enough to know the prank you were about to pull on him.
âhee,â you called his name, loud enough for him to hear.
he finished what he was saying to one of his friends and glanced back at you, âyeah, baby? whatâs up?â
âyou gotta hide, my bfs here.â you said in an urgent voice, causing him to halt his actions on his game. he sat in his chair, taking in what you said.
âbut iâm your..-â his thinking was cut short by your laughter. he realized what you were doing and only smiled before resuming his game.
âthatâs embarrassing.â
jay Ëâ âŚ
just might tell you to stfu đ
nah but heâll definitely look at you like âliterally what are you talking aboutâ
can only ignore you at that point
does not think youâre funny đŁď¸âźď¸
you stood in the kitchen, talking with jay while he made dinner. he was talking about his day until you turned your camera in and interrupted him.
jumping off of the countertop, you hurriedly grab jayâs arm. âjay, hide! my boyfriendsâ here!â
he dropped the knife he was using to cut tomatoes and turned to look at you.
ây/n, are you sick?â
he stood there, eyeing you like you were crazy, âseriously, what is wrong with you..â
you were definitely gonna post his reaction đ
jake Ëâ âŚ
falls for it 100%
is scared for his life until he realizes
then he thinks itâs kind of funny
except for the heart attack you almost gave him
probably thinks about it for the rest of the day
jake was helping you get ready so you two could go out for the day. he sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone while he waited for you to show him the next outfit option.
âokay, how about this one?â you asked him, turning in the mirror to give him a view of what you had on.
he placed a hand on your waist, turning you the other way, âyeah, i love this on you.â
you thanked him, giving him a quick kiss before pulling away hurriedly with a worried expression.
âwhat? whatâs wrong?â his expression mirroring yours.
âyou have to hide, my boyfriend just got here!â you pushed him towards the closet.
he scrambled into the closet, closing the door behind him. you could hear his panicking from outside the door as he panted.
âoh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh..â he mumbled. there was silence until you stood outside of the door, giggling.
âjake, oh my g- jake, youâre my boyfriend!â you crouched on the ground, holding your stomach.
the door to the closet slowly opened as a still-frightened jake poked his head out.
âoh yeah..â he murmured to himself. stepping out, he joined in on your laughter, feeling embarrassed.
âi got so scared, oh man!â
(we know jake đ)
sunghoon Ëâ âŚ
is just like jay
except he pays no attention to it
just stands there likeđ§đ˝ââď¸what
moral of the story is your pranks never work on him
you were cuddled up with hoon, the horror film playing on the screen in front of you. he wanted to watch it since it was so close to halloween.
his arm wrapped tightly around you since he knew youâd probably be easily terrified of the jumpscares.
while the movie continued to play and there were no scary parts, you decided to play a prank on hoon just to see if he would fall for it.
âsunghoon,â you leaned away from his chest, causing him to hum in response.
âyou have to hide, my boyfriendsâ coming.â you gently pushed his shoulder, trying to get him off the couch.
he turned his head to you, eyebrows furrowed, ây/n, if youâre bored or you donât wanna watch the movie, the you donât have to.â he ignored your âprankâ and continued to watch the movie.
(welpđ§đ˝ââď¸)
sunoo Ëâ âŚ
is not falling for it
jay pt3
just stared at you tbh
will probably just walk away
you were sitting next to sunoo on the couch, pretending to be on the phone while watching tv. he scrolled on his as you ended the âconversationâ.
ânunu, you have to hide. my boyfriends here.â you placed your phone on the couch, looking at him worriedly.
he brought his hand down, placing his phone in his lap. he looked over at you, furrowing his eyebrows.
ây/n, sometimes I wonder why I agreed to dating you..â
jungwon Ëâ âŚ
freezes for a moment
and then heâs like
why are you like this
is deeply confused for a second
âjungwon, why are you in the kitchen?â you pace up to where he was leaving the pantry.
âuh.. snacks?â he quirked an eyebrow.
âyou need to hide, my boyfriend is literally here.â it took jungwon a moment to realize what you said. his brows furrowed in confusion as he tilted his head at you.
âbabe, what are you talking about?â
ni-ki Ëâ âŚ
is annoyed
cause what are you even talking abt
heâs definitely gonna get you back
definitely doesnât fall for it
your camera was on, capturing the moment you pushed ni-ki off the side of his bed.
ây/n, what the heck are you doing?!â
âki, you have to hide, my boyfriends here!â you pointed the camera in his face, showing his pained expression.
âyeah, and heâs right here!â he groaned, pushing the phone away from him.
authorâs note: apologies for this being so short esp the last 3, im not feeling well :)
taglist: @haechansbbg (message or comment to be added)
#kairoot#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen crack#enhypen reactions#đŽđđđđđďźâłđđđđ âš âË
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Better For You
Yoongi x Reader
Summary: When Yoongi admits to feeling jealous about you spending so much time with Hobi, you end up making a slightly accidental confession.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: +18 Mdni, smut, oral(m. rec), marking, unprotected sex(donât that pls), Yoongi being a big ol softie
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! As I mentioned yesterday, this was supposed to go up last night, but I got distracted with the ship game and didnât get to finish editing it. Also, this ended up being waay longer than I intended cause I got carried away again(sorry not sorry?) Idk, theyâre in love, your honor
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As you let yourself into your apartment, you stopped short at the sight of an extra, much larger pair of shoes by the door, confusion flickering through your mind for a second before relaxing, a smile creeping across your face as you set your things down, recognizing the shoes as belonging to your boyfriend.
You had given Yoongi a key to your place a few weeks back, deciding it was the easiest solution to his chronically late hours at the studio and his insistence on sleeping next to you most nights.
Now, he could let himself in whenever he got there, and you had quickly become used to his sudden appearances in your apartment, rolling over during the night and finding him sound asleep next to you never failed to bring a tiny smile to your face.
As you wandered through the house in search of him, you started to hear the faint sound of the shower running in the master bathroom, his bag and jacket on the chair by your bed.
While you waited for him to finish up in the shower, you decided to swap out of your town clothes and into something more comfortable, opting for some pajama shorts and one of Yoongiâs tshirts heâd âaccidentallyâ left for you to wear.
As you were pulling the shirt over your head, you heard the bathroom door open behind you, a pair of arms immediately snaking their way around your waist, his scent filling your senses instantly making all the tension in your body vanish as you leaned back into his hold.
âHi.â Yoongi mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
âHey.â You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. âI didnât think youâd be here this early, I didnât keep you waiting, did I?â
âNah, I went to wash up as soon as I got here, missed you tho.â He mumbled, placing the faintest kiss on your lips, pulling you along in a tired hug as he walked backwards to the bed, settling you on his lap. âWhere were you off to today? I thought it was your day off?â
âIt is, I just went for lunch with Hobi, and then we ended up doing some shopping as well.â You said, leaning down to connect your lips with his. As you kissed him though, you noticed that his movements suddenly became a bit hesitant, following your lead almost automatically.
Pulling back, you could tell something was on his mind, Yoongiâs gaze avoiding your own as he pressed his lips together, an expression youâd seen enough to know something was definitely bothering him.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked gently.
âNothing, âm fine.â He said unconvincingly.
âYoongs?â You pressed, studying him carefully.
He sighed. âItâs nothing, seriously.â
âItâs clearly not nothing, not if itâs bothering you this much.â You shifted on his lap, looping your arms over his shoulders to rub the back of his neck soothingly. He instinctively leaned into your touch, but said nothing.
âBaby please, talk to me.â You encouraged, using the petname you knew he had a weak spot for.
He fiddled with the hem of your shorts as he thought for a long moment, still not meeting your eyes when he finally spoke.
âYouâre always with Hobi.â He mumbled.
You frowned. âI thought you liked me being friends with him?â
âI do, itâs just,â He sighed. âI donât know, itâs like youâre just always together, and you always seem so happy with him, and I know itâs stupid, but it makes me feel a littleâŚâ His voice trailed off.
âJealous?â You offered.
He nodded, glancing up at you.
âBaby,â You leaned in, kissing over his face as you spoke. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you feel like that. I do like spending time with Hobi, but itâs nothing compared to how much I love being with you.â
âI know, I just get those stupid thoughts sometimes that maybe someone like him would be better for you.â He said, voice growing quieter as he spoke.
âYoongi,â You said seriously, cupping his face as you spoke. âThere is not a single person in this world better suited for me than you, you hear? You donât have anything to worry about, I love you far too much for anyone else to ever take your place.â
Yoongiâs eyes went wide as they flicked up to meet yours, fully meeting your gaze at last as you realized what youâd said.
Despite having been together as long as you had, neither of you had yet to say those three words out loud.
âYou love me?â He asked, looking up at you softly.
You felt your cheeks heat up slightly at your sudden admission, but you nodded, trying to ignore your feelings of self-consciousness. âOf course I do. You're everythi-â
Your words were cut off by Yoongiâs lips crashing against yours, kissing you hard enough to take your breath away.
Your hands flew back to his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip to elicit a surprised gasp from you and allowing him to delve into your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours before you had to pull back for air. Even then though, his lips never left you, trailing down over your jaw and neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake.
âI love you too.â He breathed, laving over your skin with his tongue before sucking a mark below your ear. âGod, I fucking love you so much.â
Your hips twitched forward involuntarily at his ministrations, making you aware of his growing bulge pressing against your core. You rolled your hips again, making him let out a soft grunt against your lips as his grip on your hips tightened and urged you on, the few layers of clothes between you creating just enough friction to make your mind go fuzzy with need.
You knew you could easily make yourself cum from this if you kept going, but you had other plans.
You pulled back, slipping your hand down between your bodies to palm at him over his shorts, making him let out a low growl against your lips, twitching against your hand before you pulled away again, sliding off his lap and settling between his knees.
Glancing up at him for permission, which he gave with a weak nod, you quickly tugged his shorts down enough to let his cock spring free, tip already flushed and dripping precum.
Wasting no time, you wrapped a hand around him tightly, pumping his length as you leaned down to give him a few kitten licks before sinking your mouth down on him, making his eyes roll back.
âFuck, Y/n.â He groaned loudly, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly as you began to bob your head, setting a pace that quickly had him bucking up into your mouth.
You looked up at him again, watching closely as he lost himself in the feeling of you, the sight making you press your thighs together to try and ease the growing ache between them.
Just as you felt him beginning to tense, nearing his release, his hands suddenly gripped yours, tugging your hair to stop your movements as his dark eyes burned into yours. âI need to be inside you, please.â
Heat flooding your stomach at his words, you nodded, quickly climbing back to your feet.
You tried to straddle him again, but Yoongi flipped you over so he was now hovering over you, grinding his hips into yours teasingly and making you whine as your head fell back against the pillows.
âSo pretty, always so pretty for me.â He mumbled, making his way down your front, leaving teasing kisses down your chest and tummy as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, yanking them and your underwear down in the same motion.
âSuch a pretty pussy.â He murmured, pressing a kiss to your mound, making you shudder at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over where you needed him most. âAnd itâs all mine.â
He traced a finger between your folds, making your jolt at the sudden stimulation.
âAlways so wet for me.â He smirked, spreading your arousal around as he toyed with your clit.
âYoongi,â You whispered, feeling increasingly desperate. âPlease.â
He only teased you for a moment before climbing back up and settling over you, bracing one hand by your head as he used the other to position himself at your entrance.
âReady?â He asked in a breathless tone.
You nodded. âYes, just please!â
In one swift motion, he slid inside you, making you both moan as he stretched you out. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he paused to let you adjust, staring down at you with absolute adoration.
âI love you.â He breathed, slowly drawing his hips back and thrusting into you, making you cry out.
His words and kisses were soft, but there was an edge of desperation to his movements, thrusting deep and hard, angling his hips to hit that spot that had your back arching off the bed as you repeated his name like a mantra.
âSay it again.â He groaned, struggling to keep his pace as he neared his high.
âWha-?â You whined, mind hazy with the feeling of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls.
âSay it again, please!â He gasped, the earlier hints of desperation bleeding into his voice and clearing your head just enough to understand, pulling him close so your lips were almost touching.
âI love you.â You whispered.
He pounded into you even harder, making you cry out from the almost overwhelming pleasure as the coil inside you wound tighter and tighter.
Feeling you start to twitch and clench around him, Yoongi quickly slipped a hand down between you to rub frantically at your clit, making your whole body shake as you teetered on the edge.
âCum for me, please!â He begged.
At his words, the coil snapped, your vision going white as heat coursed through you, spasming in his hold, the only sound able to escape from you a choked whine.
Feeling you cum around him was all he needed to hit his high as well, thrusting messily into you a few more times before burying himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he painted your insides with his release.
Exhausted, he half-collapsed on top of you, catching himself on his elbows before fully falling on top of you.
âAre you okay?â You asked,
âYeah, âm fine.â He laughed, trying to catch his breath. âIâm great actually.â
He propped his chin on your chest, smiling up at you tiredly. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You grinned, combing your fingers through his hair, feeling your heart twist as you looked at him. You didnât know what youâd done to deserve him.
You both lay quietly for a bit, basking in the peace of the moment as your breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes, he moved to pull out, but you stopped him, making him glance up at you in question.
âStay,â You murmured sleepily. âI wanna stay close to you.â
Smiling softly at your half-sleeping state, he nodded. âIâll stay as close as you want.â
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sealing the deal
pairing: patrick zweig x reader
summary: you and patrick make a few unique business proposals to each other.
word count: 7k
warnings: succession au â tomshiv dynamic (pre-failmarriage), proposals (business and romantic), fluff, a little angst, mentions of a dad being very sick/almost dying, lots of exposition/background on the relationship, art cameo, a little domesticity, established relationship
authorâs note: you donât have to know anything about succession to enjoy this fic! iâll explain everything that you need to know. if youâre a diehard succession fan i canât promise that everything will be completely faithful to the source material but it definitely takes a lot of inspiration from tom and shivâs dynamic.
i wanted to give a HUGE thank you to my succession anon who gave me so much help and guidance for this fic and basically ended up being my co-author for this fic! i hope you all enjoy :)
It wasnât always easy loving the youngest son of the owner of a multi-billion dollar media conglomerate.Â
In fact, most of the time, it was quite the opposite.Â
Even without Patrick working in his familyâs business, it always felt a little bit like you were in a competition for brain space and time with his family and career, and you were losing. Badly.Â
You werenât exactly sure that you knew what you signed up for when you first met Patrickâconnected to each other by a mutual friend you went to business school with, whom youâd begged to try to set you two up for career advancement purposes more than anything else.Â
âYou know that guy you keep asking me about?â your friend asked you after taking a hefty sip from the drink the bartender just passed her.Â
âPatrick Zweig?â you asked, not bothering to pretend like you didnât know who she was talking about.Â
âYeah!â she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. You werenât sure where she was going with this subject, but you were intrigued by her mention of the man and her apparent entertainment at the situation.Â
âWhat about him?â you asked, perversely curious as to why she was bringing him up now.Â
âI invited him to come out with us tonight!â she laughed once more as she divulged this information, as if it wasnât shocking news to you. Â
âWhat? What the fuck? Why didnât you tell me before!â you practically yelled at her over the sound of loud music and other bar patrons. You suddenly felt very self conscious. If youâd known you were going to meet Patrick Zweig tonight, you wouldâve put yourself together, rather than coming straight from work to the bar.Â
âI wanted to surprise you!â she continued with her giggling at a situation that you did not find nearly as humorous. âOh my god. I wish you could see your face right now.â
âI hate you!â you laughed, thinking that maybe this was some sort of prank. âYouâre joking, then?â
âNo, heâs really coming. He just got back from D.C. and wanted to meet with me. I asked if my hot friend could come along and he was like, âObviously!ââ
You groaned aloud. This wasnât how you intended to make your first impression on him.
âOkay, well, whatâs his type?â you asked her, hoping to get a bit of insight before you were launched right into what might end up being your first date. You were sure that you would make a good impression if you showed up as you were, but you wanted to be better than good. You didnât want to be just another forgettable notch on his bedpost.
âI donât know,â she sighed, taking a sip from her drink. âHot? A nice ass? A little mean? Isnât that every guyâs type?â
âYouâre not taking this seriously enough for me,â you replied. You wanted to have a strategy going into this. You wouldâve appreciated at least a small briefing before meeting someone so intimidating.Â
âI am, you just check all the boxes already. Just be yourself and Iâm sure things will work out fine,â she assured you.Â
Her assurance was well warranted, considering that things worked out far better than fine. In fact, your friend was overdue for a fruit basketâone that you would be paying for with Patrickâs credit card as you sat in the dining room of your shared penthouse apartment, after you wrapped up a day of work in the skyscraper that was his fatherâs corporate headquarters.Â
At the time, you had a slight idea of who he was, but you had an even better idea of who his family was. Anyone who owned a television would be familiar with his familyâs corporationâfrom the causal channel surfers who passed one of their many news channels during their search for the newest episode of The Bachelor, to the thousands of people with their logo burned into their device screen from the hours they spent with their eyes locked on the 24-hour stream of borderline propaganda.Â
Beyond his impressive family, youâd heard whispers and rumors about Patrick for a long time. Between headlines in gossip magazines and stories from your mutual friend, you learned that heâd entered the political world as an attempt to make a name for himself outside of his family name, but struggled to be taken seriously for many years due to the less than stellar reputation that came with being a Zweig.
Although, rumors about his career were just the tip of the iceberg. Gossip about his tumultuous relationshipsâif they could even be called thatâand history of partying far too hard often ran wild, making you believe that your initial meetings with Patrick would be nothing more than a few hookups and sweet talking yourself into a new job. After all, there was no better pillow talk than an elevator pitch.Â
At first, your plan seemed like it was right on track. You ended your first night together in the early morning, finding yourself in Patrickâs apartment for hours. Your night hadnât really ever ended, with the two of you leaving the bar together, having some of the best sex of your life in a bed that felt a little bit like laying on a cloud, then proceeding to talk for hours until it was time for you to go back to work. You smiled to yourself as you sat in the backseat of Patrickâs car, exhausted from the long night and a little uncomfortable in yesterdayâs clothes, but mostly enthusiastic after your surprisingly eventful night with the man.Â
It was a strange turn of events from what you initially expected. While you couldnât be too sure what you were getting yourself into when you learned you were being set up on a date, you assumed that Patrick would be like any other rich asshole youâd gone out on dates with, who got what they wanted from you, sent you off on your merry way, then never spoke to you again. You quickly discovered that he was unlike anyone youâd ever been with before.Â
Patrick seemed to be full of surprises, and the fact that you were going on multiple dates with him in the first place was one of those very surprises. You hadnât expected to go on any more than three dates before you asked about working for his family, securing yourself a job, then leaving him alone.Â
What took you by even greater surprise were the dates themselves. What started as an intimate dinner in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city ended with you at a terrible 24-hour diner, treating Patrick to his first slice of cherry pie as you talked into the wee hours of the morning.Â
Your subsequent dates went similarly, with the two of you talking endlessly about anything and everything. Patrick was someone full of surprisesâhe was far from the rich asshole you expected him to be, and more like a knowledgeable politics nerd with a lot of money.Â
You talked for hours about big things, like why Patrick decided to pursue a career as a political strategist and what brought you to New York City, but you also found it easy to discuss small random things with him, spending an extended period of time discussing how you named your cat, and debating on the best restaurant in the city.Â
You always thought of yourself as being somewhat agreeable and friendly when it came to conversation, but your discussions with Patrick took you by surprise. You werenât sure youâd ever clicked with someone the way you clicked with him, and it made you as excited as it made you nervous.Â
By the time you worked up the nerve to ask Patrick about working for his family, you were already beat to the punch. The two of you were tucked into the booth that youâd recently declared as yours in the same diner that you seemed to be spending all of your all-nighters in, reclining comfortably in the particularly uncomfortable seats.Â
âDo you like the business side of things?â Patrick asked you, stirring a flattening Diet Coke with a straw.Â
âItâs fun,â you dismissed. âItâs less fun going to work on a half-hour of sleep.â
âShut up. You love it,â the man across from you laughed, an admittedly very handsome half-smile on his face. âI mean it though. Do you like what youâre doing?â
âIt pays the bills, I guess. I like the work, but Iâm not huge on the company. All the politics and the instability with layoffs lately⌠It isnât exactly ideal.â
âWould you ever work for my family?â he asked. âI mean, youâre just wasting potential elsewhere. I really think they could use someone like you on their team.â
âSeriously?â you asked, partially surprised at the proposition, but mostly surprised that you werenât the one to ask in the first place. Across the table, Patrick listened to you intently. âI mean, If theyâd have me, Iâd love to work for them.â
âMy dad mentioned something about them looking for some new blood. I can put in a good word for you, if that sounds interesting to you.â
âIs this because I showed you the joys of a slice of diner cherry pie?â you joked, trying not to let on just how overjoyed you were about this opportunity.Â
âYou got me. And now that you mention it, we should probably order another slice,â he suggested, going along with your joke. âYouâre smart and you clearly know your shit. Besides, Iâm mostly doing it for myself. Itâll be nice to have someone around at company Christmas parties who can actually keep up with me.â
âWell, thank you,â you replied calmly, though you were doing somersaults in your mind. âI look forward to drinking eggnog and singing Mariah Carey songs with you.â
In retrospect, you recognized this action as the first of his many wordless declarations of love. You later learned that Patrick did everything he could to avoid talking business with his family, as it was clearly a sore spot for everyone involved. Realizing that heâd gone out of his way to get you a job had been an even more kind gesture than you knew at the time.Â
While you initially expected your fling to taper off after Patrick fulfilled his end of the business deal he didnât even know he was facilitating, your relationship did nothing of the sort. In fact, his favor seemed to have the opposite effect on your bond.Â
Before you knew it, the two of you were courting each other like lovesick Jane Austen protagonists. In another shocking turn of events, Patrick ordered flowers to your doorstep each morning and took you on lavish dates, while you began to take four-hour long train rides to and from D.C. each weekend to visit him, and frequently sent him rambling love letters.Â
While you hadnât expected for your relationship to unfold the way that it did, you genuinely loved Patrick. You loved the way his eyes crinkled when you told him something stupid that heâd laugh at, or how he leaned in to whisper something judgmental in your ear about someone you mutually disliked during family events. You loved the way his hand felt in yours and the way his mind worked, which he frequently displayed to you while discussing his latest political strategy. You even loved when he minced words to describe how he felt about you, knowing that though the word âloveâ might never leave his lips, his actions spoke far louder than his voice ever could.Â
It just so happened that you loved his proximity to power, too.Â
While his money and power might have piqued your interest initially, it didnât change the fact that the two of you quickly clicked. You had a natural chemistry, with you matching Patrickâs flirty words and actions with ease. It also just so happened that you entered each other's lives at the perfect time, with you in dire need of a career upgrade, and Patrick in need of someone unafraid to show him more affection and care than he was willing to give.Â
Though he wasnât the best at communicating his feelings, you quickly became a tenured professor in Patrick-ology. You were certain that this played a role in why Patrick liked you so much in the first placeâbeing somewhat emotionally stunted, he needed someone who could understand his thoughts without him having to explicitly say every detail, and you did exactly that.Â
This skill worked out surprisingly well for you. You gave him the love and understanding that heâd been looking for and missing for all of his adult life, and you got to reap the benefits that came with being in a relationship with someone in one of the most powerful families in the world.Â
Despite your more humble beginnings, you quickly became familiar with luxurious items and activities. You also quickly learned that no matter how prepared you thought you were for that level of wealthâyou werenât. You couldnât even begin to count the amount of times your unfamiliarity with certain norms left you as the laughing stock of the family.Â
But it wasnât all corner offices in skyscrapers and helicopter rides. During the honeymoon phase of your relationship, it certainly felt like it, but the cracks in your foundation became more and more evident every day.Â
The thing was, as much as you two cared about each other, there was a family shaped shadow that loomed over everything that you did. It was clear that you were an outsider in Patrickâs family. Coming from an upper-middle class Midwestern background, you were often made to feel like you were a stupid gold-digger, only staying around your boyfriend for power, rather than love. At times, you wondered if his family knew what love was at all.Â
The love, or lack thereof in Patrickâs family was what shocked you most of all. It was no secret that his father was unnecessarily cruel to all of his children, but particularly to his siblings trying to work their way into more serious positions in the company. Patrick somehow managed to dodge that particular flavor of cruelty, with him very obviously being his fatherâs favorite and working outside of the family business, but the emotional scars his father left still lingered.Â
But his fatherâs presence didnât just loom over him, it was beginning to loom over you, too. Not only in the extreme intimidation you felt when having to interact with him, but in the small acts of callousness Patrick showed you throughout the course of your relationship.Â
It began as small things, things that bothered you less the more you got used to them. Like how he always seemed to unconsciously belittle your work, not even bothering to seem interested in the recaps you gave of your day before he launched into a story of his own about the candidate he was working with. Though you tried your hardest to fight through your smaller pet peeves with him, Patrickâs inability to be straightforward about his emotions felt like the cherry on top of an already painful sundae.
Regardless of all of the flaws, bumps, and roadblocks in your relationship, you promised to yourself that you would be in Patrickâs corner, no matter how ugly things got or how poorly he treated you. Not only out of your own self-interest, but out of your love for the man, and the knowledge of how difficult his upbringing made certain things for him.Â
Which was why when you got the call from Patrick that something had gone terribly wrong with his father while coming back from his birthday celebration, you didnât hesitate to rush to the hospital, encouraging your driver to speed all the way to the building.Â
When you arrived, he and his siblings were in disarray in a way youâd never seen before. His father, who was typically a presence that towered over everyone in the room, was reduced to an old man hooked up to a number of machines. His older sisters, who were always either waiting for the moment to swoop in and make a crude joke or waiting in the wings to discuss the next business strategy, paced back and forth endlessly, clearly feeling the pressure of their sick father.
Patrick sat alone on an uncomfortable chair, peering helplessly into the observation room. It was rare for you to see him with his feelings written so openly across his face, even after years of being in a relationship with him. That concerned you.
You made quick work of walking over to Patrick, whose tensed-up shoulders slightly dropped as you took a seat next to him. Though he wouldnât ever tell you this, you knew that your presence made him feel more supported and a little more safe, though you being or not being in the hospital clearly wouldnât have an impact on if his father lived or died.Â
âHey,â he greeted you, immediately squeezing your hand. âThanks for coming,â he said weakly, as if he was fighting off a new round of tears. In that moment, you so desperately wanted to take some of his emotions for yourself, knowing that Patrick hated feeling any feeling, let alone such negative feelings to such a serious degree.Â
âOf course, honey,â you reassured him, running what you hoped would be a grounding hand up and down his arm. âIs there anything I can get you? Coffee? Water? A snack? I saw that burger place you like on my way over.â
âNo, nothing right now,â he sighed. You inspected him cautiously, knowing that he wasnât exactly one to always say what he meant. âReally,â he assured you, though you didnât completely buy it.Â
Since he wasnât in the mood for more material items, you decided that the best course of action was a little affection. He wasnât always the biggest fan of receiving affection in front of his family, but you figured that in a time where he was uncertain if his father would live or die, he would appreciate a little outward support.Â
You laid your head on his shoulder and angled your body closer to his. Not expecting any response, you were surprised when Patrick kissed the top of your head. âIâm glad youâre here,â he told you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if heâd be in trouble if someone overheard him.Â
You held his hand as the two of you sat for hours, only getting up to stretch your legs or take phone calls from friends with insight on other high-end medical facilities that might be able to better accommodate Patrickâs father.Â
You did your best to give Patrick his space when he needed it, as he floated between two of his siblingsâone of which was focused mainly on the future of the company, and the other in a state of denial about the state of her fatherâthen back to you when he could no longer stand the chaos of his sisters.Â
It was a stressful scene, and one that was clearly too much for your boyfriend, who went back and forth between wanting to be glued at your hip, and wanting to be left completely alone. Youâd seen Patrick stressed in the past, with him chatting your ear off as he waited for his candidateâs election results, or as he prepared to give a speech at an event, but youâd never seen him like this.Â
He almost seemed fragile, like one wrong word or action might break him. It frightened you to see him in such a state. Again, you lamented not being able to take some of his pain for yourself.Â
In the time that you waited without any word from any doctors, a few gears began to turn in your mind. Life was so fleeting, which was proven by Patrickâs mighty father falling so seemingly easily. Really, it couldâve been any of you sitting on that table with tubes and monitors attached to you. If it were Patrick who was sitting on that gurney, you would be an absolute wreck. If he somehow died, you also wouldnât technically be a widow, despite your long-term relationship with the man.Â
All of it made you wonder if you should just bite the bullet and propose to Patrick.
Sure, it wasnât the best timing ever. Sure, youâd always imagined yourself being on the receiving end of a grand proposal, especially from someone like Patrick. But maybe he would appreciate the gestureâgiving him a distraction to take away some of his pain, and giving him one final grand milestone with you while his dad was still alive.Â
To a lesser extent, being married would provide you with certain protections you didnât have while you were only his long-term girlfriend. Obviously, you didnât want to think of anything bad happening to your boyfriend, but accidents and tragedies could happen at any point, and it was better to be prepared than to be sorry.Â
It felt right that you might be able to join his family during a time where he was losing a family member. Not only for his sake, but because losing their patriarch meant unprecedented instability in his family. You wanted to be sure of your spot amongst them, after youâd grown used to the privileges that came with being Patrickâs girlfriend.Â
You fidgeted with the ring on your middle finger, a family heirloom passed from generation to generation onto you. It was no expensive piece of jewelry, and it certainly wasnât an engagement ring, but it was incredibly meaningful to youâa symbol of your family, which was extremely important to you. Patrick knew just how much you valued the ring and exactly what it represented to you, so in turn, you hoped that if you gave it to him, he would understand how much he meant to you.Â
Getting up from where youâd been sitting for far too long, you began to pace the hallways of the hospital, wondering about the timing of your now imminent proposal. As you shuffled through the sterile building, you surprised yourself as you came across your partner.Â
âPatrick!â you said with a start after unexpectedly catching a glimpse of him.Â
âHey,â he greeted unenthusiastically before beginning to walk right past you.Â
âWait,â you grabbed onto his arm before he could fully walk away, encouraging him to look right at you. It was now or never, and the words were on the tip of your tongue.Â
âIâm sorry, I really donât have time for this right now,â he dismissed, his voice monotone and listless.Â
âYou do, though. Patrick, listen,â he didnât look like he was in the mood to talk, but was prepared to listen to you anyway. You knew you only had a few seconds to pitch your proposition before you lost him, so you spat out your words rather than beating around the bush. âLetâs get married.â
âWhat?â he looked at you with brows drawn in confusion. It wasnât exactly the ideal reaction to your proposal, but then again it wasnât much of a proposal. âRight now?â
âObviously not now, but⌠soon?â as you spoke, you began the process of slipping the ring off your middle finger and attempting to present it to him in the palm of your hand. Sure, it wasnât the most romantic or put together proposal, but it felt right to be offering him such a grand and personal gesture while everything else was going sideways in his life.Â
âI know itâs probably not the best time, but I thought that maybe I could make things a little better with your dad and⌠I donât know. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If something ever happened to you, I wouldnât want to wonder about what we couldâve been and-â you rambled on before you were interrupted with a sigh.Â
âHoney, you canât just make my dad dying better,â he rubbed his temple exasperatedly, then looked between you and the ring you were presenting him with. âIf you wanted to make me feel better, you shouldâve just brought me coffee.â
You frowned at him, knowing that youâd offered him that very thing earlier and he turned you down. You wondered if your communication would ever improveâor if it even needed to improve, since this proposal was going so poorly that youâd probably leave the hospital single.Â
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry,â you closed your palm and put your hand in the pocket of your jacket, fully prepared for Patrick to tell you to fuck all the way off. It had been stupid for you to think that Patrick would appreciate such a grand gesture during such a terrible time.Â
âWait,â Patrick stopped you, now reaching for your arm. âMy answer isnât a no, itâs just⌠I donât want this to be the memory. Of course Iâll marry you.â
Doing all the work of getting your hand out of your pocket, he grabbed the ring you presented him with to further prove his words and slipped it on his ringer. It only fit halfway down his finger, but he kept it on regardless.Â
âReally?â you said, suddenly perking up.
âDuh,â he replied, looking a little shy as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he briefly looked away from you, as if his feelings were so strong that he couldnât even manage to look you in the eye.Â
You couldnât contain your excitement at his answer, jumping and squealing a little bit as you pulled him into an overly enthusiastic hug. You heard the familiar sound of Patrick laughing quietly in your ear as you squeezed him. Though he always seemed to hold back his emotions, you knew that he was just as excited as you were to be promised to one another.
You pulled him into a soft kiss, draping your arms around his neck, holding him as close as you could until he inevitably pushed you away.Â
Patrick surprised you with how long he was willing to embrace you, clearly in need of a little bit of comfort after such an emotionally exhausting night. You surprised yourself when you ended up being the person to pull away.Â
âShould we go check on our family?â you asked, not bothering to hide your excitement around finally being in.Â
âI just need a second,â he told you, glancing down the hallway before pulling you into yet another embrace. He pressed his face into your hair, soothing himself with your scent and presence. You rubbed circles into his back and muttered something about him taking all the time he needed.
You were interrupted by one of Patrickâs sisters, whose voice called out your names down the hallway. âWhen you two are finished with your snuggle-fest, the doctor has news for us.â
âWait, what?â Patrick pushed you away quickly, his tune changing in an instant.
âGood news, I think. But move your asses. Câmon,â she directed, already turning away and Patrick quickly following her.Â
If you were experiencing an emotional rollercoaster, you couldnât even begin to understand how Patrick was feeling. Finding out his dad was sick, being proposed to, and immediately hearing more news about his father in the span of just a few hours mustâve felt unreal.Â
You sat quietly and observed from the sidelines as a doctor took them into their fatherâs room and filled in the siblings on the state of him. They all seemed to share a collective sigh of relief, and though you couldnât hear the exact news from where you were sitting, you knew that it mustâve been good.Â
When Patrick came back to you, he had a hint of a sad smile on his face. âReady to go?â he asked you.Â
He didnât need you to ask twice. You were more than prepared to escape the too-bright lights, sickeningly sterile scent, and the feeling of sadness that seemed to be hanging in the air of the hospital.Â
Your driver was a welcome sight, with him giving you a quiet greeting as the two of you got in the backseat of the car. As he drove, Patrick reached for your hand, which you gladly gave up to him.Â
In the following minutes, Patrick crept over further into your space until he sat directly beside you, leaning his head on you with his eyes closed. The long day was surely taking its toll, with the anxiety of his dad being in such dire straits, and the excitement and confusion of you proposing to him.Â
His sleep was well earned. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, then closed your own eyes, letting the soft sound of the early morning city traffic lull you to sleep.Â
In the following days, you could tell that something wasnât quite right with Patrick. At first, you chalked it up to nerves around his fatherâs health, but that didnât seem to be it. Typically, when Patrick was really anxious about something, his silence on the elephant-sized topic gave him away. While youâd heard quite a bit about the state of his father from himâwhether it was an update sent to him by his step-mother or an actual visit to the manâyou hadnât heard a peep about your engagement since the day after you got engaged.Â
On the other hand, you were struggling to keep the news to yourself, despite the request of Patrick. You wanted to scream the announcement from the rooftops, but in the early morning after you returned from the hospital, Patrick made his position very clear: Wait a little while for things to blow over before you started telling peopleâ your friends and family included.Â
Despite the fact that he wore your ring every day since the day that youâd given it to him, something about his behavior told you that it was that very ring that was giving him so much internal conflict.Â
In the past few years of knowing Patrick, you learned that he was a bit of a control freak. You wondered how out of control it made him feel for you to be the person to propose to him. Part of you wondered if you shouldâve even proposed in the first place if it was going to be an issue. Maybe you shouldâve let him do things on his own timeline, rather than making him feel nervous or insecure in your relationship.
But at the same time, Patrick initially seemed rather entertained by the idea of you getting married. In the morning after your engagement, he couldnât stop referring to you as Mrs. Zweig. At the desk of your brand new office, given to you after a serious promotion, you found a box of expensive chocolates with a note fondly referring to you as his fiancĂŠ. As you laid next to him in bed that night, he pulled up the profiles of three separate wedding planners and asked you about your preference in people.Â
It almost felt like his feelings on your engagement were constantly fluctuating between being excited to be with you forever, and being terrified of that very commitment. Things werenât made any better by Patrickâs professional-level ability to dodge questions, especially questions related to how he genuinely felt.Â
âCâmon, you know how I feel,â he replied to you after you directly asked him over breakfast. He lifted his mug casually, subconsciously putting space between the two of you.Â
âPat, I donât. Thatâs why I asked,â you forced out a laugh, though the situation wasnât exactly funny to you. If Patrick didnât want to marry you, you didnât want to force him to do so.Â
âBut you always know how I feel,â he said with a bit of a pout and a whineâwhat you called his âlet me get away with itâ demeanor that he often used with his familyâbefore setting down his coffee and standing up.Â
âNot this time,â you explained, standing up as well and abandoning the plate of half-eaten eggs in front of you.Â
âYouâll figure it out,â he dismissed your concerns and stepped close enough to you to hold your face in both of his hands.Â
âLove you?â you asked, hoping that if he could confirm that at the very least, you might have a better understanding of what was going through his head.Â
âOf course,â he said genuinely, though he didnât offer you any parroting of those words. Instead, he dropped his hands from your cheeks and kissed one of them. âHave a good day at work, okay?âÂ
âYeah. Thanks,â you tried not to look as annoyed as you actually felt as you made quick work of grabbing your work bag and leaving. You needed some time to make sense of it all.Â
The situation only became more complicated as you sat down in a conference room, mentally preparing yourself to make your first big presentation as the newly vetted Head of Parks and Cruises division. You cared greatly about what your peers thought about you, so you couldnât deny the nerves running through your veins.Â
These nerves only increased when you caught a glimpse of Patrick from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the conference room, shaking hands with people on your floor and clearly making cordial small talk.Â
You desperately hoped that he was there to wish you luck on your presentation, and not to pick your conversation from the morning back up. You bitterly thought about how he couldnât have picked a worse time as he waved at you from the window. You stiffly waved back, not exactly in the mood to be interrupted right before a big presentation.Â
âHey, if I donât make it back for whatever reason, you can do this presentation, right?â you asked quietly, leaning into your newly-hired assistantâs ear.Â
âWait, what?â he asked you, brows furrowing. âI donât know, I havenât practiced or anything, and-â
âPerfect,â you replied, not listening to a single word he was rambling out. âJust read off the slides. Youâll be okay.â
You didnât bother staying to listen to Art ramble in your ear about how he didnât know what he was doing. Hopefully, he wouldnât be the one presenting, and if he absolutely had to, heâd probably be fine.Â
You shut the door behind you, politely waving at one of your co-workers as they entered the conference room. You made your way to Patrick and stood with your arms crossed against your chest, trying to strike a good balance between showing him how agitated you were, and not trying to further agitate your fiancĂŠ, who seemed to be in a particularly fragile mental state lately.Â
âHi honey, is anything important going on?â Patrick asked once you stood across from him.Â
âActually, yeah. Is there any way we could chat a little later? Like maybe an hour or two?â you suggested. âI can block some time off on my calendar for you and everything.â
âIâm sure whatever it is isnât more important than this,â he glanced over at the conference room as he spoke to demonstrate his point. You wished you could explain to him how far that was from the truth.
âWhat is it?â you asked, your patience beginning to grow thin.
âYouâll have to see. Come with me?â he offered.Â
âPatrick, Iâm in the middle of a meeting!â you whisper-shouted, trying to keep your voice down and your body language mostly neutral, so your colleagues couldnât observe how much you were freaking out as you talked to your partner.Â
âIt hasnât started yet,â he dismissed casually. âTheyâll be fine without you. I wonât be fine without you.â
You eyed him suspiciously.Â
âPlease,â he added, as if youâd ever be able to say no to himâthough you were pretty tempted to do so.Â
âFine,â you gave in with a small, soft sigh. That didnât deter Patrick at all, who seemed uncharacteristically excited as the two of you sat in the backseat of his car.Â
âSo where are we going? Or, what are we doing?â you asked, trying to ignore the terrible feeling in your gut that you felt about leaving your meeting.Â
âItâs a surprise,â Patrick said coyly. âItâll be more fun than that meeting, though.â
âIâm sure,â you replied, looking out the window. You hoped that whatever romantic gesture Patrick planned would be worth losing the respect of all of your peers. You wondered what you could tell them that would make your absence seem acceptable. Family emergency? It wasnât exactly a lie. It wasnât quite the truth either.Â
When your ride stopped and you stepped out of the vehicle, you were surprised to find yourself at the diner that you spent the majority of your first few dates at, splitting pieces of pie and talking each otherâs ears off for hours.Â
âCraving some cherry pie?â you asked him curiously. Obviously, this seemed like a task he couldâve handled on his own, coming to the diner himself or having his driver buy and deliver him a whole pie, but you figured that maybe he was simply in the mood for some nostalgic comfort. In the midst of such chaos, you would be happy to give that to him.Â
âItâs been too long,â he shrugged before grabbing your hand.
Patrick led you to the booth that you declared as yours all those years ago, and began to chat your ear off like normal. While you wanted to think about work, it was surprisingly easy to forget about the real world when you were in such a nostalgic place with him.Â
The two of you ordered your old usual order, only enhancing the feeling of nostalgia as you shared a plate of painfully average pancakes and a slice of cherry pie.
âEw, what is that?â you laughed after you bit into something hard and gross. âThis fucking place,â you muttered, looking for a napkin that you could spit out whatever it was that you almost just consumed.Â
When you glanced down at the napkin, you were shocked to find what looked like a metal ring covered in cherry syrup. âOh shit. Do you think this belonged to someone?âÂ
Once you looked up, you were shocked to find Patrick holding a black velvet box, one that youâd seen before nearly a year ago as you deep-cleaned your shared bedroom, one that you chalked up as a gift for his mother or a friend.Â
âPatrick?â you asked, clearly confused. He parroted your name right back to you and opened up the box, showing you one of the most beautiful rings you ever laid your eyes on.Â
Suddenly, it made sense why he asked you to come out with him, interrupting you in the middle of the day to take you to a diner where you shared so many memories. Sure, he couldâve waited until you got off work, but you figured he was thinking about your conversation from the morning and wanted to do something that would show you how much he truly cared about you. Heâd always been better at bigger gestures than verbally sharing his feelings, so part of you remained unsurprised.Â
âI first fell in love with you here, so it only felt right to bring you back here to ask you to marry me?â he explained, not breaking eye contact with you. He was never one for a soapbox when it came to sharing his feelings, so his proposal was short and straight to the point. Though, you wondered if he had more words prepared that he simply couldnât get out. Based on the speed of his leg bouncing under the table, you knew that Patrick was nervous out of his mindâdespite him already knowing what your answer was.Â
You recalled what Patrick told you in the hospital about not wanting your proposal to be the memoryâthe memory you told others about when you shared the news, or fondly recalled to your kids in ten years when you reminisced on your love story.Â
If accepting his proposal now, and acting like his proposal was the only proposal made him feel better, you didnât see any reason why you wouldnât fully lean into it.
âOh my god!â you exclaimed, genuinely being surprised at the offer, but playing up your excitement for the sake of your nervous fiancĂŠ. âOf course Iâll marry you, Pat.â
Patrick broke into a toothy grin, his excitement contagious to you. âGive me your hand,â he directed, taking the ring out of the box.Â
He slipped the ring onto your finger, and it somehow looked even better on your finger than it did in the box. You looked at it in amazement curling and uncurling your hand to look at the ring from all of its angles.Â
âItâs gorgeous, Patrick. Thank you,â you told him earnestly as you looked from your hand to him. You werenât surprised by the quality of the ring or even that he found something that you liked so much. Growing up with lavish gifts constantly being given as an expression of âloveâ made Patrick pretty damn good at giving you gifts. As for the other expressions of love⌠he wasnât the best. But he was very obviously trying his best for you, and you loved that about him.Â
In some ways, your proposals felt like the perfect encapsulation of your roles in your relationship. While you offered Patrick a ring with little monetary, but high emotional value, he gave you a ring that was probably more expensive than you could ever fathom, that didnât have the same emotional ties that your family heirloom of a ring did.Â
Beyond the appearance or symbolism behind your rings, and despite your very different proposals, you were ecstatic to be engaged to Patrick. It only felt right that after years of loving the man, you two were finally making things official in the legal sense.Â
As you peered at your shyly smiling fiancĂŠ, you couldnât help but break out into a grin yourself. You underestimated just how exciting it would be for you to be starting a new chapter of your relationship.Â
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hello! Could you make reader get along with people his partner hates? You know how Izana seeing that his girlfriend is going out with Mikey â ď¸ If you can do that, you could do it with Izana, Rindou, Hanma and Kisaki. thank you so much! Don't forget to rest and drink water đ
TokRev x Reader: But He's My Enemy!
⥠SFW, fem reader, jealousy, whining, mentions of betrayal in a semi-joking way âĄ
note: thanks for requesting anon, and thank you for your concern đ 2 more anon requests to go
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Izana
đ´ Absolutely livid when he sees you hanging out with Mikey (his self proclaimed mortal enemy)
đ´ Stalks you the whole time but is extremely obvious about it so Mikey ends up noticing him
"What is my brother doing stalking us from the bushes?"
đ´ You end the hangout early and have a talk with Izana about boundaries
"Listen love, I know you don't like him, but just because he's your enemy doesn't mean he's mine. Respect it or don't, it won't change me and Mikey's friendship."
Rindou
𩵠When Rindou saw you hanging out with Souya he was extremely confused
"What are you hanging out with him for?"
𩵠Super whiny about it and complains the rest of the day about how betrayed he feels
𩵠Souya doesn't even hold a grudge against him but Rindou just can't let go of the fact he got his ass whooped
𩵠He comes to his senses (a little) when you tell him he's being childish
Hanma
đľď¸ Confused when he sees you hanging with Draken, but tries not to take it too seriously
đľď¸ Honestly doesn't consider Draken his enemy, more like an inconsistent sparring partner
đľď¸ Jokes about you cheating on him with Draken
"Are you cheating on me doll? Well I can see you definitely have a type ���"
đľď¸ Jokes about it so much he actually starts getting jealous đ¤Śđžââď¸
Kisaki
đ He sees you talking with Takemichi and Chifuyu and has a whole ass malfunction
"Why are you aiding the enemy?"
"What enemy? I don't have any enemies, that's all you Tetta."
đ Complains about it to Hanma and then Hanma goes back and tells you (he's such a gossip girl)
đ You scold Kisaki for being mean and disliking people for absolutely no valid reason
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Summary:Â The one where you and your boyfriend Charles attend a gala for a friend and run into Harry Styles â who happens to be your ex.Â
Pairing:Â charles leclerc x reader
Word Count:Â 3.5k
Warnings:Â mentions of a past break-up, jealousy, possessive charles, angst? (only if you squint, or maybe not I donât know), charles being charles, google translate French, anger?
Request:Â âCan I request a Charles fanfic with angst? Maybe famous singer reader used to date someone really famous like Harry styles and they run into Harry and Charles is really jealous and acting up/mad?â
Authorâs Note: hi, hey, hello!! this is my first time writing a fic, so all feedback is welcome and appreciated. i liked the idea that the anon named harry so i used him, but also i had to include taylor swift some way because she is the literal best. thank you anon for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee
Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.Â
âYou donât have to do this, you know.â You sigh, fixing the way the neckline of your dress looks and meeting the eyes of your boyfriend through the mirror. âI know youâd rather be relaxing tonight than entertaining people.âÂ
Charles smiles softly as he keeps his eyes focused on yours, the green in his eyes shining just a little bit brighter due to the afternoon sun shining through the hotel room window. He abandons his place on the edge of the bed and comes closer to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. âAre you trying to convince me to stay back, or convince yourself, chĂŠrie?â
His question brings a mischievous smile on your lips and you shrug your shoulders with faux innocence as you lean your head back on the Monegasqueâs shoulder. âI have no idea what youâre talking about, chĂŠri.â Your use of the pet name he taught you when the two of you first went on a date makes him let out a laugh â well, you donât know if it is because of your use or your pronunciation or your use of the word in general, but youâre hoping for the latter.Â
âWell, I think you are.â He takes your hand in his and slowly moves you from your place in front of the mirror. âAnd itâs not going to work, because youââ
âPromised Helen weâd be there. I know, I know.â You huff, shaking out of his grasp and fixing his bowtie with a small frown on your face as you mumble, âI thought you F1 drivers would be into breaking the rules, but no, I had to find the only decent one.âÂ
Charles chuckles as he places his hands back onto your waist as you continue your mission with a relentless sense of seriousness. âAw, you think Iâm decent?âÂ
An urgency to smile snakes up onto your lips because of his question but you try to refrain yourself from doing so by twisting your lip, âShut up, Charles.âÂ
âI think youâre decent as well,â he takes a moment to think with an exaggerated expression, âpretty, too.âÂ
You smile at your handiwork as you pat his bowtie twice and place your hands on the sides of your hips. âIs this your way of saying I look nice?â
He shakes his head and starts walking you towards the door, picking up your coat and bag, and ignoring your protests along the way. âBut, yes of course. However, we need to go right now if you donât want to make Helen angry at you for being late.âÂ
âAt me?â You ask, confused.Â
Charles laughs. âWell, yes, chĂŠrie. She loves me too much to get mad at me. Youâll have fun once we go inside.âÂ
By the time the two of you arrive at the gala, Charles has managed to uplift your mood (mostly by promising you pizza and sweets after the two of your leave the event). When you get to Royal Albert Hall, Helen welcomes you with a big smile and open arms. The three of you decide to grab drinks together at the bar and talk about the event, your latest recording deal, Charlesâ upcoming season, and Helenâs new client who is a âtwat-waffle in skinny jeans, but donât worry about me, honey, Iâve seen worse.â She leaves the two of you to welcome newcomers, who are probably looking at her to congratulate her on the event. You place your glass on the bar and turn to face Charles, who is looking at you with a small smirk on his face.Â
You sigh exaggeratedly and tilt your head to the side. âFine, you were right, this is fun.âÂ
He matches your sigh, although with a lighter tone to it. âI know, I love being right.â He quickly finishes the rest of his drink and gets up from his place to offer you his hand. âNow, chĂŠrie, allons-nous danser?â Shall we dance? You nod your head, giggling as you take his hand and allow him to pull you onto the dance floor. With the alcohol coursing through your veins, you think this might be the perfect night.Â
You and Charles dance through what feels like a hundred songs, but in reality, you lose the count after the third slow-paced song because the DJ decides heâs had enough of the slow songs for the evening and moves onto the fast-paced ones. Both of you jump up and down to the rhythm of the music as best as you can in your choice of heels for the evening, and Charles is there with you to do the same. He nudges your shoulder and wiggles his eyebrows when the DJ decides to play one of your recent songs, not shy to let the people around you know that it is your song. âThatâs my girlfriendâs song!â he says, âYes! Itâs the new one!âÂ
After the previous song finishes, the two of you decide to retire for a bit, walking out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. You turn to Charles when you hear him chuckling and find him shaking his head. âHey, what are you laughing at?âÂ
âYou look like a tomato, mon amour.â Heâs quick to add, âA very cute one at that.âÂ
You let out a shocked gasp, swatting lightly at his chest to cease his laughs. âItâs not funny! I never make fun of you after your races, even if you do look like a tomato.âÂ
âThat is not true, and you know it.â His laughter continues, making you join him and soon after both of you are laughing uncontrollably; with you leaning against the railing of the balcony and him with his arms placed on either side of you to cage you in. After your laughter dies down, leaving you both in heaving breaths in to calm yourselves, he shrugs off his jacket and gently places it onto your shoulders.Â
You gaze up at him, softly smiling through your lashes. âThank you, my love.â Â
You press your lips against the corner of his mouth, but he is quick to capture your lips in his, and his eyes are the last thing before you close yours as he starts kissing you. His hands quickly start moving and he drags them up your body to cradle your face between his hands as he deepens the kiss. You let out an involuntary whimper, in which he responds by gently tugging at your lower lip. In an attempt to bring him closer, you slip your fingers through the belt loops of his dress pants, which thankfully is not occupied by a belt. Charlesâ response is to bring your face even closer as he keeps kissing you. The two of you donât realise the sound of footsteps coming from behind you.Â
âOh, God, sorry.â A voice interrupts, and you quickly separate from each other, albeit a little bit unwillingly. You inhale deeply to regulate your irregular breathing, and let out a gasp as your eyes fall onto the intruder. Just as you are about to open your mouth, he beats you to it. âI canât believe it, hi Y/N, itâs been ages!âÂ
Although Charlesâ eyebrows furrow, he keeps his gaze focused on you only to turn around to face the intruder once you say, âHi, Harry, itâs been a while!â He gives him a once over, keeping his hands on your waist as the two of you talk about the lost time. And yes, while Charles can be a jealous man â just like any other guy in a relationship who is as besotted with their partner as he is with you â he never considers himself to be possessive. He even likes Harryâs music, he mostly encounters the songs at the paddock before a race or after while doing media stuff, but he doesnât have any issues regarding his music or him in general just because he is dating you because he is secure in your relationship to know just how much you love and respect him and the same goes for you. But standing there with you leaning against him while talking to your ex-boyfriend, yes he know he is your ex-boyfriend like the rest of the world thanks to your very public break-up, he just wants to take you away from there any to anywhere where the two of you can be alone.Â
You leap off the railing you were leaning against when you feel Charlesâ hands tightening on your waist and move one of your hands to cover his as you give him a slight squeeze. âThis is Charles, my boyfriend.âÂ
He watches as you give him a polite smile and attempts to do the same, but it reality his probably comes-off as a strained one. Harry offers him a handshake as he smiles at him, âHello, nice to meet you.â And then, he watches as the Brit turns his attention once against to you.Â
âWe missed you at the awards this season, you didnât attend any of them!â Harry chuckles, shaking his head a little.Â
You shrug and answer him with the same polite smile on your face. âWell, you know me, never been fan of the award shows in the first place.âÂ
Charles knows this, of course he does, because whenever someone starts to ask you about award season in the first place, you let them know that the awards are not the reason you write songs in the first place â the fans are. He tunes most of your conversation out as his insecurities take over his thoughts, he thinks it is funny in a way because your relationship might be the only one where he has felt like he could be himself without worrying about what you might think. Just as he is about the calm his fears by the logical side of his brain reasoning and telling him that he should probably stop acting like a fool, he hears Harry asking you about a song on your album which makes him throw all the rationality he has out the metaphorical window.Â
âI-uh, I listened to your new album, it was very good.â Harry says.Â
A wide smile finds a place on your face. âOh, thank you, Harry! Itâs nice to hear that.âÂ
âYeah, yeah. I liked that one song the most, whatâs it called, How You Get the Girl?â He thinks quietly for a split second. âOh whatever â it was very good. But tell me the truth, was it or was it not about me?âÂ
âSorry, canât tell you that, itâs a secret.â You laugh. And he laughs. And Charles only watches the scene before him without being able to say anything because he is swarmed by all the thoughts he tried so hard pushing out of his head coming back. You mustâve notice his drastic change in mood because you excuse the two of you saying that youâre feeling a little bit cold.
âOh sure, it was nice seeing you again.â Harry smiles at you, and then addresses Charles, âIt was also nice meeting you, Charles. Take care of my girl, eh?âÂ
âYou too, Henry.â Charles replies, without filtering his response in his head and hangs his head low to avoid any awkwardness.Â
You wait until the Brit leaves the balcony and then focus on the man in front of you, âCharlesââ you start, but he cuts you off with a low voice.Â
âCan we just go home?â He inhales deeply. âPlease.â Â
Needless to say, the car ride home is quiet and tense. Charles acts like he doesnât care, but you know deep inside that he is bothered by what happened and is probably overthinking the entire situation. The one thing you are grateful for is the fact that you didnât drive to the venue but instead opted for a car service, thinking that youâd both be drunk by the time event ended. However in reality, neither of you are drunk and you are fairly sure Helen is going to send you a very angry text the next morning because you left early. When the driver announces that youâve arrived at the hotel, Charles thanks him before exiting the car and you do the same before you lean over to open your door, but Charles is quicker than you and he does it for you.Â
He is quiet the entire way up to your hotel room, but he has an arm around you and you place your hand right on top of his in an attempt to sooth whatever negative emotions he is feeling at the moment. He is also quiet when you get to your room, and he helps you pull off your coat and his jacket underneath the coat. He smiles for a split second, seeing his oversized jacket on your frame, but the seriousness returns as he helps you out of it.Â
âCharles,â you say his name, âplease talk to me.âÂ
âIâm okay, chĂŠrie.â He sighs and places a small kiss to you forehead. âIâm going to take a shower before bed, okay?â He leaves before giving you an opportunity to speak, and you are left behind, thinking about the last time he called you that pet name a few hours ago, and how he was smiling.
Instead of pushing him to talk about his feelings you decide to let him cool down, hoping that he would be more open to having a conversation about what happened after his shower. So, you take of your shoes and your dress â although you struggle to find the zipper for a while â and you take of your make up on the small vanity the hotel provided for you after you put on your pyjamas for the night. By the time Charles is out of his shower, you are waiting for him sat on the edge of the bed, playing with your fingers.Â
âI thought youâd be sleeping by now.â He mumbles, weaving his hands through his wet hair.Â
You canât help the small frown etching on your face. âWe never go to bed angry at each other.âÂ
You can see the change in his eyes, but even though his eyes soften at the sight of you, his tone is firm when he tells you, âIâm not angry at you, Y/N.âÂ
âSee, I find it hard to believe that right about now.â You mumble, your eyes falling on your lap for a second.Â
He lets out a frustrated sigh. âJust go to sleep, okay? Weâll talk in the morning.âÂ
âWhat? Why?â You ask, your voice wavering at the last syllable. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âIâm just going to go over some statistics in the living room.â He doesnât look at you, or let you protest. He picks up his computer from the abandoned backpack in the corner of the room and presses another light kiss to your forehead before going into the living room to try to get rid of the anger by working it off.Â
And thus, you try to go to sleep â mainly because you know just how stubborn Charles is. His mother always tells you stories about when he was a kid and refused to go to bed in his pyjamas because he didnât want to take off his karting suit. But you see how much heâs stubborn every single day, when he makes you get out of bed in crack-dawn of the day because you told him you wanted to start exercising with a âno, mon amour, you said you wanted to start running!â, or when he makes you eat your vegetables because âyou canât live off of chicken nuggets for the rest of your life, youâre in your twenties!â. But most importantly, you see how stubborn he is every time he pushes himself to be better; a better man, a better son, a better driver and even a better boyfriend. So, it breaks your heart to think that he is outside the doors of the bedroom, alone and contemplating things he shouldnât have to because he knows just how much you love him. So, you get out of the bed, which isnât very hard in the first place because it feels too empty and cold without Charles in it, and you march your way through the bedroom doors and into the living room where a certain green-eyed Monegasque driver is hunched over his computer in the low light.Â
He looks up and his eyes go wide when he spots you, sleep evident in your eyes and there is a permanent pout on your lips. There is a silent communication between the two of you as he pushes his chair slight off the table for you to place yourself on his lap and consequently wrapping yourself around his sitting figure.Â
âChĂŠrie, you should be sleeping, itâs late.â He speaks in a low voice, encouraging you to go to sleep, but you know him well enough to read between the lines.Â
Your voice comes of muffled because you cuddle against the side of his neck. âI couldnât sleep because someone refuses to talk about his feelings and made me become accustomed to his cuddles over the past year and a half.âÂ
âMon amour,â he sighs, âI am fine, you donât have to worry about me. Okay?âÂ
There isnât any emotional strain in his voice, unlike before, but you still donât like the fact that he refuses to acknowledge his feelings. So instead of pushing, you pick your head up again and focus on his green eyes, âYou called me by my name, and you never call me by my name unless Iâve done something wrong.âÂ
âThatâs not true.â His voice comes off as a whisper this time.Â
âIt is and you know it.â You untangle one of your arms from around his neck to cradle his jaw and let your finger wander around. âPlease tell me what Iâve done wrong so that I can fix it.â You think for a moment. âS'il vous plait.â Please.Â
Charles lets out a frustrated breath and tightens his arms around your frame â involuntarily, or maybe not, but who cares, really? âItâs mine,â He grumbles.Â
âWhat is?â You ask, tilting your head with genuine curiosity.Â
âThe song.â Now it is Charlesâ turn to pout. âItâs my song, you wrote it for me. I was there when you recorded it and you told me so.âÂ
âOh, Charles.â You coo, bringing your other hand up to his face and gently caressing his face as you straighten yourself up on his lap. âIt is about you, my love, he was just joking.âÂ
You let out a chuckle as you hear him mumble, âWell, it wasnât funny to me.âÂ
âIs this about more than the song?â You ask, continuing the movement of your hands. You smile as he lets out a dissenting mumble, âGood, because I would hate it if you thought I have eyes for anyone other than you.âÂ
âYou would?â He mumbles, leaning into your touch.Â
âOh yes, I would be very upset.â You nod, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips. âAnd Charles?â You ask.Â
âYes, chĂŠrie?â He asks right back, his eyes not leaving yours even for a moment.Â
âIâm sorry for making you feel that way.âÂ
âItâs not your fault,â His eyes become serious for a second again, but they soften at the sight of you quickly. âDonât blame yourself, chĂŠrie.â He mumbles as he kisses you softly on your lips. âOkay?â
âBut still,â You mumble, âIâm sorry for making you feel that way.âÂ
He sighs, but it is not a sad sigh like before. Which makes you think it is an improvement. âIâm sorry I canât write songs about you.â
âWhat?â You ask, voice shaky. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIâm notâ I canât put my feelings into words that way.â His hands occupy themselves with the string of your pyjama pants.Â
âI donât need you to write me songs, Charles, and I donât want you to change.â You press soft kisses around his face, making him smile involuntarily. âI love you just the way you are, you stubborn stubborn man.â You thing heâs about to say something, but canât finish your train of thought because suddenly youâre being lifted off the chair and youâre in the air. You let out a shriek, âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âTaking you to bed,â Charles replies, and rolls his eyes as your expression changes. âTo sleep,â he emphasises the second word, âmĂŠchante filleâ naughty girl. You laugh as he puts you back on your side of the and tucks you in before turning off the lights and getting into the bed himself. He is quick to pull you towards his arms and cuddle you under his weight, which youâve become accustomed to and helps you sleep better. âGo to sleep, mon amour.â He kisses you on your forehead again.Â
âCharles?â You ask into the night, and continue once he lets out an affirmative hum. âJe t'aime.â I love you.
âJe t'aime aussi, mon amour.â I love you too, my love. You hear him say as youâre falling to sleep. âTu es l'amour de ma vie.â Youâre the love of my life.
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Hi I love your writing!! Not sure if you take requests so please ignore this if you donât!! What if Sam and reader were dating and then reader finds out about Sam/Penny liking each other in the past so they get kinda insecure and Sam reassures them
nsjhdwj thank you so, so much! <3
It really means the world to me to hear it! :) Thank you so much for your request as well, it was absolutely LOVELY to write. I hope you will enjoy it! Have a lovely day, dear anon~ <3
(Needless to say, I do take requests >:))
á´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader
á´Ąá´: 1889 words
⧠ᴥá´Ęɴɪɴɢęą: a lil jealousy, a lil insecurity. it is mostly fluff, though. gentle kisses and all~
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The relationship between Sam and you had begun to blossom in the fall of your first year in Pelican Town. It had all started out quite simple; playing pool with the blond and Sebastian in the saloon turned into hanging out and playing video games together. Taking turns trying hard levels bled into fleeting touches and looking at one another longer than necessarily needed; until it all ended in a chaste kiss behind near the river. It hadnât taken Sam much longer to show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, asking you to officially be with him.
Ever since, your relationship had grown like the crops on your fields â filling your heart with a deep, comfortable feeling of contentment and calm, something no one ever had managed up until the town. However, whenever Sam walked up to you, looking at you with these deep blue eyes filled with excitement and genuine happiness and smiling at you as if you were the first warm day in spring, you felt like you were at the right place, at the right time.
However, there was gossip in town. Little whispers, really, nothing you wouldnât have expected living in a sleepy community like this. The gossip here was nothing more than a fleeting thought that was spoken out; here one moment, gone the next.
You had always promised yourself to not let these whispers stick to you, to just smile and forget about it. And so far you had done well; the most attention you had spent on anything that wasnât rock solid was wondering how someone would come up with something like that.
In all seriousness, you just didnât care for it. It rolled off your back like droplets of rain rolled off your raincoat.
You didnât think a simple visit to Pierreâs would change that. You were standing in front of one of the shelves in the far back, looking at the different seasonal seeds in stock, considering trying out something new on the fields when you heard Marnieâs voice. It was hushed as it usually was when she was gossiping. Any other day, you would have just turned back to the bags in your hand, but today, you heard your boyfriendâs name. Much to your shame, your ears perked up almost immediately, and even worse, you actually tilted your head a little to catch what Marnie was saying.
âYes, I am surprised he didnât end up with Ms. Penny. The crushes they had were quite obvious, even my nephew picked up on it,â she hummed.
Another voice now answered with a hum, but when they talked, you were able to identify it as Mayor Lewisâs. âEven my old eyes picked up on it! I saw them at the bridge often, and I always thought Ms. Penny just waited for him to make the first move and she would have been all his.â
Your heart sank. Sam had had a crush on Penny? You furrowed your brows as you thought back, trying to remember if you ever had picked up on anything like that. Then it hit you â they had often hung out by the bridge together, and if you were honest, you had always felt a weird tension sizzle in the air between them.
Marnie again: âIt is quite a shame, really. Jas told me that Ms. Penny looks a little sad when they pick up little Vincent. I think they would have made a good couple; she could have taught him a lot, I bet.â
âAnd maybe he would have helped her to get out of her shell a little. I thought they were a good match as well.â
You couldnât take any more. You stepped out from between the shelves and almost ran to the till, slamming the bags onto the counter. âJust these, please,â you smiled at Pierre, loud enough for the hushed whispers behind you to stop.
âThanks,â you murmured after you had been rung up, fleeing the general store without as much as a look in the two chatterboxesâ direction.
You had genuinely wanted to let go of what you had heard today. After all, Sam was with you now, and he seemed genuinely happy with you. Even now in his sleep, he was looking peaceful and content; his arm stretched out towards you as usual. Whenever you and Sam slept together, he had to touch you in some way. You didnât mind that, in fact, it usually calmed you and lulled you into a deep slumber. Tonight, it didnât help.
You had started thinking as soon as your conversation with Sam had faded as his breathing had grown heavier; a clear sign that he was drifting off to sleep.
Had you gotten in the middle of something between Sam and Penny?
Would he maybe be better off dating her?
Would he be happier with her?
Why did he choose to be with you when there seemingly was a spark, big enough for others to notice?
Penny, in all honesty, was not only a beautiful human but had an incredible personality at that. She was a catch, no doubt. Maybe you had ruined the best relationship Sam could have ever had, because what could you offer? You were a farmer, nothing more, nothing less. Doing work many considered as nothing but simple and dirty. Whereas Penny was always clean and well-kempt: being noble enough to try and give the townâs kids the best possible education. Trying to give your boyfriendâs little brother the best possible chances, for crying out loud!
Holy shit, you had probably ruined Samâs life, what did he even see in you?
âBabe?â a groggy voice next to you asked, making you tense up. You had been so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you hadnât even realized how much you had been tossing and turning. You tried to stay still, even out your breathing. Maybe he would just go back to sleep.
But you knew Sam better than that. And just as you had expected, two strong arms slowly snaked around you, pulling you into a warm chest. Samâs hand found your hair, long fingers running through it just mere moments later. Sam knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself, and he knew what to do when you were nervous. And even now in your state of inner turmoil it helped; you relaxed into his arms, and for a split second, your head was quiet.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Bad dream?â
That was your chance. If you said yes now, he would probably cuddle you, caressing your hair until you fell asleep. Sleep sounded nice right about now.
âDid I ruin your chances with Penny? Would you rather be with her?â
The caressing stopped, and you could feel the mattress behind you shift. Was he leaving now?
The light switched on, and before you could say something else, you saw Samâs face hover right over yours. His rough hand was placed on your cheek now, thumb caressing the skin gently as he peered into your eyes. All sleep had vanished now, replaced by honest concern and confusion.
 âWhy would you think something like that?â
You bit around on your lower lip, looking away in embarrassment. âI heard Marnie and Lewis talk at Pierreâs todayâŚTheyâŚthey talked about the crush you had on Penny and the crush she had on you and how you would be a great match and how she is sad when she picks up Vincent now and-â
Noting how stupid you sounded, you stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath and not being able to stop yourself, âand it had me wondering, because I saw you hang out as well and Penny is so beautiful and kind and noble and she would have a good influence on you! And what am I, just a farmer, you have seen me in dirty clothes more often than in clean ones and-â
You looked at Sam helplessly, tears in the corner of your eyes. âAnd I justâŚWhy did you choose me when you could have had her, Sam? Why didnât you choose her? You could haveâŚIâŚâ The blond looked at you, patiently waiting for you to finish speaking.
Only when your stream of words had seemingly ceased did he lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.
âBecause Penny isnât you, my love,â he murmured against the plush of your lips, looking into your eyes. His thumb was still caressing your cheek, allowing his other hand to lock together with yours.
âYes, Penny is a good-hearted woman, and yes, I might have had a crush on her. But you touched my heart in a way no one ever has. I fell in love with you, and I mean all of you. Your eyes; the way they light up when youâre proud or happy. The way you smile and the many different smiles you have. I love every single one. I love that you get dirty every day while doing what you love. I love that you give it your all every day.â
Sam kissed your nose carefully, his eyes peering into yours again.
âI love how careful you are with everything, especially with things that are dear to you. Yoba, I love the way your breathing sounds when you are next to me, I love the way you ramble to yourself when you are working on something and think no one can hear you. I love the random sounds you make. I love seeing you. I love being around you. I love you being mine. I love you.â
Sam kissed your lips again, holding onto your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes, hiding your face in his chest. The blond laid back down, carefully pulling you on top of him. He drew random patterns onto your back; mostly hearts and clouds and little stars.
âI remember the first actual date we went on. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so close to just throwing up. Sebastian kept teasing me, asking me why I was nervous, I had been to the beach so oftenâŚâ he kissed your head again, holding you a little tighter to his chest. âAnd then I saw you there. All bundled up in your winter clothes, and I asked myself why I had been so stupid to suggest a date on the beach in winter. But when you smiled at meâŚShit, that was the moment I just knew that you were my one and only. And I wouldnât want to live a life in which you werenât.â
You sniffled a little, but smiled a little as you thought back to the date. You had, in fact, asked yourself why Sam would want to meet up at the beach in winter, but you could have never allowed yourself to pass up the opportunity.
You closed your eyes; taking in your boyfriendâs scent. He smelled like cotton and a hint of vanilla. Honestly, you found he smelled like home.
You could feel Marnieâs and Lewisâs voices quieten down, as did your worries.
Sam could feel you relax in your arms and slowly lifted your chin with two fingers.
âI love you.â
âI love you, too, Sam.â
âAnd tomorrow I will skate on the Mayorâs property.â
âNo, Sam."
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HELLOOO THERE!! Can I request gojo dating reader because of a bet with suguru and falling for reader, reader doesnât know and was hurt when they overheard theyâre just a bet, angst to fluff pls đŤśđŤśđŤś
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Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader
Summary: Suguru betted that Gojo could make anyone fall in love with him, even someone who was his complete opposite â like you.
Warnings; angst-to-fluff, angst contents â {self-loathing (Gojo), crying, heartbreak}, a little bit suggestive at the end, kissing/making out
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It was nice while it lasted.
The handholding in public, the stolen cheek kisses, the pampering and spoiling, relishing in the jealous looks thrown your way when he fed you bites of his food in the cafeteria, bathing in Gojo Satoru's affection. A lot of people would have killed for your position, or even a glimpse into what it's like to date your college's biggest heart throb.
You two seemed to really like each other. It was like two mismatched puzzle pieces somehow fitting together â a fascinating connection was shared. No one would have put you and him together, not even Gojo.
The only reason he asked you out in the first place was...
"Suguru, that's such a nasty idea... I love your mind."
"Just don't actually fall in love with her. The whole idea of this bet is that you can prove any girl can fall in love with you, don't forget that."
Gojo had chuckled at this, it seemed so ridiculous.
Why would he actually fall in love with you? You weren't even his type. He never paid you a sparing glance, not at school, not at parties, not around town.
You weren't his type...
So why did his heart start panging excitedly a few months into your 'fake' relationship? Why did he swoon when you fell asleep laid on his chest in his dorm room? Why did he want to kiss you so badly every time he saw your face? Why did he jump like a cat whenever he got a text from you? Why did he kiss you like the world was ending?
And why did he cry when you found out the truth? He looked distraught when Suguru let the secret slip.
Why did Gojo Satoru, the strongest, beg on his knees for you to stay when you were about to walk away?
"Please! I'm so sorry! I know it was so wrong and fucked up â shit I regret it so much â I really like you! I swear to god, I swear on my life!"
You choked on your tears so badly that you could barely talk. "I can't believe you. This is such a fucking horrible th - thing to do to s - someone, Gojo."
He felt so hurt that you went back to calling him Gojo and not Satoru, like you used to when the two of you were just mild acquaintances.
"Don't go!" He almost yelled.
His arms wrapped around your midriff, he slid down like he was too weak to support himself â like his legs went limp. He slid down until he was clinging to your legs. He sobbed with such a genuine-looking crying face that you almost believed it. He wasn't play-crying like he does to get attention or persuade people, he was ugly-crying.
Gojo Satoru, the prettiest boy you ever knew, was an ugly-crier. A string of saliva glistened between his canines, his mouth hung open like a dramatic renaissance portrait of a distraught man. His eyes were pinched so tight that fat tears cascaded out the corners.
"Please don't go!"
âââ
Suguru found his best friend sat in the middle of the campus' main stairs. Desolate. One hand holding up his heavy head. Regretful. eyes closed.
"So it didn't go well?"
Satoru didn't raise his head, but he slowly opened his eyes and looked miserably at the floor. He watched a line of ants.
"It went as horribly wrong as you could imagine." he responded eventually.
Suguru came to sit next to him. "Are you really in love?" he asked him seriously.
"Of course I fucking am! â sorry..." Satoru snapped, then immediately mumbled an apology.
A long summer breeze went by.
"Try again." he suggested, "I'm sure she'll - "
"She fucking hates me."
There was a heavy silence after Satoru said that.
"If I were her, I'd hate me too." Satoru muttered.
Suguru went silent. He felt guilty, after all, he was the one that dared his best friend to do something as stupid as play with your heart.
Satoru watched the ants scurrying along. He felt as puny and weak as one right then. The realization of these feelings themselves are what urged him to abruptly stand up.
"I'm not giving up. I'm gonna explain to her that I really did fall in love â that I really do fucking like her so god damn much it's insane and stupid."
"That's the spirit â where are you going?" Suguru asked curiously as Satoru began heading over to the parking lot.
"I'm gonna go bring her flowers and... stuff..." he replied unsurely.
Will that really work? He wondered to himself.
"But it's gonna rain." Suguru said, "Heyyy, Satoru, listen don't just â ah, there he goes... idiot really fell in love when I warned him not to..." he muttered pitifully.
âââ
There was a knock at your apartment door.
You wrung it open to reveal a heartbroken Gojo Satoru, soaked-through with rain, standing in the downpour, panting while holding onto a bouquet of vividly red roses. You couldn't have witnessed a more dramatic scene in a movie.
His hair was completely flat with wetness. There were raindrops running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.
On the walk to your apartment, Satoru had mentally written a speech for you.
It was definitely a well-rehearsed heartbroken boy's 'take me back' speech. Flawless and direct. Surely it would have sufficed.
But he didn't say even the first few words of his practiced speech when your door flew open.
All he did was break down crying and fall to his knees right in front of you, like some dramatic actor â except he wasn't acting, you could feel the realness of his regrets and miseries through each sob.
"Satoru..." you looked down at him pitifully. "Come inside, you're gonna get sick." you said tenderly.
For some reason, those very small words communicated more emotions than any form of 'I love you' ever could.
âââ
His pretty nose was slightly upturned. You noticed that when he first kissed you after your third date.
You noticed it again when you observed how red it had become from crying and sneezing.
Wrapping a blanket around him. Drying his hair. Fluffing it with your fingers. Making him some tea. Sitting him down on your bed. Putting on a movie. Letting him curl up into your arms â something he never did when you two were 'dating' because he was convinced he had to show off his dominance to win you over.
All of this together settled the air between you two. But it still didn't explain everything.
"Why'd you do something so dumb?" you asked him half-humorously.
He nibbled and chewed on his lip, eyes on the TV â not really, actually they were looking at your subtle reflection within it.
"I'm an asshole." he admitted.
"You don't say." you chuckled.
He felt bad, and uncurled his body and raised his face to look at you. Satoru never wore a serious expression in all the time you've known him, both as acquaintances and 'lovers' â except for now, which is how you know it's true.
"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. Suguru dared me because... well, because it seemed comical. We're opposites, no one would ever put us together right? But he and I thought that was a hilarious challenge. We wanted to see if I could catch you and make you fall in love with me, or something like that..."
He started mumbling his words and refused to look at you.
"Satoru."
"Yeah?"
He reared his head up at you.
"Did it mean something to you, the time we spent this summer?"
He didn't hesitate to respond, "It meant everything." he said.
"Well, then there we go." you said with a little smile.
"Am I being forgiven...?"
"Mhm."
He seemed taken aback and unsure. Was he really being forgiven? Were you reversing the script on him and pulling a trick on him now?
"Does this mean..." he mumbled quietly, "... that I'm allowed to kiss you right now?" he asked nervously, heart panging, eyes giving your lips a longing glance.
"You're such an idiot." you sighed, "Yeah of course it means you can kiss m â mmmf!"
You never managed the rest of your words out, they all got muffled on Satoru's lips. His hand came to cup your right cheek, fingers caressing your skin like you meant everything to him. He tilted his head into the kiss, broke apart for air, dove back in, kissed you feverishly fervently violently eagerly â with so much affection and thankfulness that you almost couldn't breathe due to being smothered.
"Sorry..." he panted after breaking the kiss, bottom lip glistening with saliva. "I'm sorry for breaking a heart as good as yours."
"Just don't do it again." you told him in a whisper.
The poor boy, two days without kissing was really too much for him. He went right back in and kissed you blue, until you gasped and subconsciously wrapped your legs around his slim waist and pulled him closer. His whole body felt hot and eager. You tasted so good, you looked so good, you loved him so good â he decided right there in the back of his mind that he'd marry you after graduation.
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how would you write wriothesley needing reassurance?
x : TO LOVE A GOOD THING :*+ďž
in which: wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him.
warnings: 1.4k words, reverse hurt/comfort with angst, wrio being insecure sorry, gn!hot-headed!reader, reader gets into a fight, wrio patches you up.
a/n: thank u @sixosix for helping me out during my my hard times. this fic was already half written before I got this ask but then it was like the stars aligned and anon came to save a fic that might have never made it out of the drafts. anyways, idk if the writing is good, but i came, i saw, i conquered. enjoy!
Wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him.
If he voiced these thoughts to you, youâd shut him down without another breath. He can almost picture it now, the way your nose would scrunch as a precursor to all the statements you will make rejecting his. He can hear all the things youâd say, insisting âthatâs just not true!â, and then heâll laugh to cover up the way his chest will swell with pure adoration.Â
But it is true.Â
Loving you is easier than breathing. The heart that sits in his chest beats harder for you than the circulation of oxygen in his lungs, but he breathes because it keeps him alive. If heâs alive, then he gets to see you, the best thing thatâs happened to him his entire, unfortunate life.Â
He thinks he loves you more than you love him because you once told him your favourite flowers were glaze lilies. However, when you complained that they only bloomed during the night, Wriothesley knew that he would wrestle the sun just so the moon could shine a little longer.Â
He thinks he loves you more than you love him because you linger in the crevices of his mind. Down in the Fortress of Meropide, the days may pass excruciatingly slow sometimes and the only cure for him is yearning for the one he loves most. Perhaps if he wishes hard enough, youâll burst through those doors with a declaration of a new discovery and sit on his desk, avoiding the paperwork.Â
Most times, his wishful thinking doesnât work out. On the rare occasion it does, Wriothesley will be fortunate enough to end the work day with your palms on his cheeks, gently motivating him to finish whatâs left.Â
Youâll peel stickers off his body, ignorant of the fact that he saves them up just for an excuse to feel your hands on him, then heâll kiss you in thanks, eyes fluttering closed. Near you, he can finally let his guard down, let the gauntlets and coat fall as he sinks into you.Â
Wriothesley already feels bad whenever you come down to a place so unforgiving and confronting. He tries to brighten up the place sometimes, but metal can only shine so much before it rusts again.Â
Is it pathetic to want to better yourself for another person? Or is it love?
Wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him, and heâs perfectly fine to continue living with that fact. As long as heâs the one you return to every night, heâll be fine to live with whatever burdens you press onto him.
He just didnât expect that one of said âburdensâ would result with you, Sigewinneâs infirmary, and your face littered with cuts and bruises.Â
âYou should have seen the other guy,â is your poor attempt at humour as your lover frets everywhere, pacing back and forth as the small nurse tends to you. His heavy boots resounding against metal floors.
âSeriously, Y/n, what were you thinking?â The warden clearly isnât amused by your joke, the only thing keeping him back from completely lecturing you is Sigewinne and that stun gun of hers.Â
A small yelp slips past your lips when she applies some balm on your sore knuckles and Wriothesley winces, as if feeling your pain. âThey were talking bad about you, Wriothesley, what did you want me to do?â
âNothing!â
Sigewinne gives him a look. He immediately shuts his mouth. âI canât do that,â you insist.
âYou can, and you shouldâve. I can defend my own honour. Besides, you didnât need to lower yourself to the level of crooks just to prove a point.â
âBut-â
â-The guys you beat up were just admitted here. Normally after receiving a lifeâs sentence, the first name thatâs slandered is mine as an outlet for anger. This is normal, Y/n, theyâll continue on to realise that the Fortress of Meropide is not their standard prison and reform. You, however, might have just set back their progress.â
Your head drops, a little in shame, but mostly because you donât have anything to say in retaliation. Silence envelops the dim space, none of you brave enough to break the tension that came from Wriothesleyâs scolding. With a few final words from Sigewinne about what medicine to apply, when, and what not to do, she leaves the room quite hurriedly, as if eager to let you and Wriothesley talk about it alone.
Immediately, he crosses the room to where you sit, closing in on your personal space.Â
âThe things they were saying about you were unforgivable. Meropideâs great duke may forgive, but I wonât.âÂ
âNothing is as unforgivable as you getting hurt.â Care laces his voice this time when he talks to you.Â
âYou wonât throw me in prison for this, right?â You ask with a bashful smile, one that sends him reeling.
âNot prison, no,â he coughs. âHowever, I canât not reprimand you.â
âFine. I guess this just means that I love you more.â
He knows youâre kidding, that youâre only trying to make him feel better because the grin on your face is nothing short of mischievous. Part of him falters, cracks like an earthquake splitting the land apart and pulling him under. To stabilise himself, his rough palms find purchase on both sides of your jaw and his forehead is pressed flushed to yours.
(You donât love him more, how can you love someone as ragged as him?)
âImpossible,â he murmurs against your mouth.Â
âReally, let these bruises be a reminder,â you chuckle. His thumb ghosts over a bruise on your cheek and his heart aches at the way you wince, even if just slightly. If it werenât for him, you wouldnât be here, sat on a hospital bed with wounds he inadvertently caused.
You wouldnât be here, in a dingy, dreary Fortress that youâre only obligated to visit because of him.
(Oh, but he hopes you never leave. The day you go and never come back is the day Wriothesley will turn all of Teyvat upside down just to search for you. Where is his place if not by your side?)
Thereâs a warm poke to his cheek thatâs quickly followed by a damp residual. Wriothesley quickly realises that you wiped a tear away, and he curses the following few that spill. You shouldnât waste your efforts on him: a man half-coherent, and wholly undeserving of you.
âLove, oh, love,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to the bruised area. âWhy did you do this?âÂ
âI already told you,â you hum. âBecause I love you.â
âIâm not worth it.â
Your hand stills. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âThis happened because of me,â thereâs pain in Wriothesleyâs voice when it cracks. âYou didnât need to harm yourself for me, Iâm more of a burden than you think, Y/n, nothing good will come out of loving me too much.â
For a second, everything stills. The beating of his heart, your breathing, the dull humming of the fortressâ mechanics, it all becomes silenced. The world only kicks up again when you speak.
âHow could you say that about yourself?â You reprimand, shaking his face lightly. âA âburdenâ? Are you hearing yourself right now, Wriothesley? Youâre not making any sense right now!â
Thereâs a passionate look in your eyes. One he doesnât think a man like him deserves.
âI do not love you for âgood thingsâ to come out of them, I love you because you are the good thing, and I will do anything for you to remain the way you are.â
Oh, he might cry again. Are there tears in the corners of his eyes? How can he help it when youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to him?
âDonât write me off as some poor soul whose subjected to your love,â you whisper, but he hangs on to every word you say. âYour love is not a burden I bear, but rather, the most fortunate thing Iâve ever had the luxury of cherishing.â
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Wriothesley presses his lips to yours in an all-consuming kiss. He drinks up all of your praise and lets it settle in his gut to bloom, untethering himself from the chains that rubbed his wrists raw. You love him, you love him more than he thought possible.Â
How lucky he is that you pull him closer, selfishly taking all of him.
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