#since I was jumping up and down and shaking with excitement haha

[personinthepalace]

I am currently staying at a hotel, and look at what is on TV!!

Odd Squad!! And it’s one of my favorite episodes too - Drop Gadget Repeat!!

With Oscar during the interstitials :)

[norrisainz33]

the call || platonic grid & gr63

☆ summary: y/n y/l/n gets a call up to race for alpine with 6 races left in the 2024 season and she’s got something to prove.

☆ pairing: platonic!grid x crush!george russell x rookie!female!reader

☆ fc & warnings: no fc. some hate comments and poor grammar on my end

☆ a/n: i was inspired by franco and liam getting called up to race for the remainder of the season and here we are. no hate to este bestie, just pretending dw. this is not supposed to be accurate to exactly how things have been playing out. smau mixed with writing!!

part 2 | part 3

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f1: 🚨 breaking: y/n y/l/n will be racing under the number 95 for alpine for the remainder of the 2024 season alongside pierre gasly. y/n’s first race will be the united states grand prix. this is the first time since 1992 that a woman has raced in a grand prix format - this will be a historic weekend.

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user1: this is the best thing to ever happen to me you don’t understand

pierregasly: ready to attack the rest of the season with you ynuser!!

ynuser: here’s to a strong finish 💪🏻

alpinef1team: we can’t wait to have our girl on track!

user12: they really think a woman is going to be any better than what they had??? please….

user1: oh you are miserable. get out of here

georgerussell63: epic! ynuser i am so proud of you

ynuser: 🤍 see you in austin

user2: i can’t believe im witnessing a woman f1 driver in my life time. i am crying real tears of joy

landonorris: from our karting days to f1. you are amazing ynuser! looking forward to being on track with you

ynuser: so glad to be racing with you again lando 🤍

user3: this is monumental

user6: we got a woman in f1 before gta6

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you sat in silence staring down at the paperwork in front of you. everyone had long since left returning to their duties, allowing you to process what you had just been told. “it’s really happening,” you whispered feeling tears welling in your eyes. you were about to become an f1 driver - a real life f1 driver!! and no, not just a reserve driver who did nothing but the sim all day every day. your shoulders sagged as you blew out a sigh. “it was all worth it,” you thought back to the years of blood, sweat and tears put into racing — from leaving the comfort of your childhood home to go karting in europe, to watching your parents give up everything to make sure your dreams came true, to finding yourself in f1 academy where you won the championship, to fighting for a chance to race in f2 and becoming the only woman to finish in the points - you had given everything to this sport and you were finally getting your chance.

you picked up your phone and dialed your best friend. “y/n? hi! did you have your meeting yet?!”

“i’m going to drive the rest of the season,” you said softly.

“WHAT?!” your best friend practically screamed into the other end of the phone.

“i’m taking the second alpine seat!!! im going to be starting in austin.” the tears of happiness started falling now.

“oh my god y/n/n!!!! YOU DID IT BABY YOU DID IT!” you could hear your best friend jumping up and down in excitement.

“i did it.”

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user1: i can't explain to you how excited i am to see you on track this weekend y/n

pierregasly: jealous you got the media duties with the horses and not the american football team like i did.....

ynuser: HAHA idk why they didnt send us together

pierregasly: they knew our joint slay would be too much to handle

user7: as a young woman in a male dominated field... thank you for representing us. i love you and i am so proud of you

yourbff: my flight lands in exactly 1 hour and i am shaking with excitement

ynuser: if you think you're shaking with excitement you should see me... just got word im in the pre race press conference with george and max v......... pray for me girl

yourbff: okok we knew this was going to happen. of course they'll want to talk to you!! you're the new face on the grid

ynuser: is it bad to admit im afraid?

yourbff: admitting you’re afraid just means you’re human y/n. you're allowed to feel

ynuser: idk what i'd do with out you

yourbff: you'll never have to know! now go get ready!! i'll be there just in enough time to make the conference start.

yourbff: p.s your media day fit absolutely ate that dress and the cowgirl hat was lethal. f1 should be thanking you for being such a baddie

georgerussell63: howdy ms y/n

ynuser: howdy georgie --- see you at the press conference 🙂‍↔️

georgerussell63: looking forward to it

landonorris: NEIGHHHH

ynuser: lando?

landonorris: sorry was pretending to be one of those horses so you'd pay attention to me

ynuser: hahahahaha you muppet. ive missed you

landonorris: i missed you too y/n/n! believe it or not i miss fighting it out on track with you too. ready to smoke ya just like i did in our karting days

ynuser: i mean you are in a mclaren and have a lot of practice so id certainly hope you were faster than me

landonorris: well when you put it like that its not as fun.......

user9: bought an alpine hat and am bedazzling a shirt with your name on it as we speak

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the alpine pr team had wasted no time sitting you down as soon as you got to austin. they ran through what to expect from your media duties, how to respond to any and all questions that might be thrown your way and how to save face if needed but somehow as you sat down on the iconic white couch and looked out at the crowd of reporters forming in front of you, you felt all of that training start to fail you. the nerves were taking over as george and max took their spots to your right. you were thankful when the british driver gave you a reassuring smile and a slight nod letting you know it was ok.

"good afternoon and welcome to the 2024 united states grand prix!" the interviewer beamed at the camera before turning his attention to the three of you. "today we are joined by max verstappen, george russell and formula 1's newest driver, y/n y/l/n."

the interviewer started by asking max about the championship and how he was feeling about lando continuing to close the gap. you used that time to steady your breathing, knowing a question was headed your way at any moment. "y/n, first of all, i want to say congratulations!" the interviewer grinned and you smiled back. "you are coming into this season with only 6 races left and a rather tall order to get up to speed quickly for some points and fight for a seat on the grid in 2025. how are you feeling about it all?"

you sighed, relieved at an easy first question, "thank you! i'm trying to take it all in stride. it's definitely a tall order because these guys have had 19 races to get a feel for their cars, work with their teams, and solidify their standings… i'm going to have exactly one free practice to learn everything before heading into sprint qualifying and i think that puts me a little bit on the back foot. though, i am more confident than ever that i can pull out some points and finish this season strong for alpine."

the interviewer nodded along intently as you spoke, "do you think being the first female in formula 1 since 1992 also puts you a bit on the back foot?"

this. this was the type of question you were dreading. you knew what it was like to be questioned about your skills purely because you were a woman, it had been happening throughout your entire life but that didn't mean it still didn't get to you. you picked your mic back up but before you could say anything into it, george was already speaking, "i don't think thats a fair question to ask. her being a woman has nothing to do with her racing, let us not forget that she is here for a reason. y/n has an incredibly impressive resume and i'd be happy to recite it for you if you need the reminder."

*george fcking russell. the man that you are* you thought as a smirk formed on your face. "thank you george," you said managing to keep your voice steady as you continued, "i don't think being a woman puts me on the back foot at all. it's 2024 - i think we're past the point of asking questions like this. I may be the first woman in way too long to race in a grand prix but i certainly will not be the last." you put the microphone down, daring the interviewer to say something in return but instead he turned his attention back to max and kept it there for the remainder of the session which you weren't mad about at all.

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ynuser: p9 baby!!!!!! i scored two points!!!! cota - thank you for the love and for an incredible first weekend in formula 1. i will never forget you 🤍

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user9: best weekend of my life!!!! first gp i’ve ever been to and i got to meet you at the fan zone!! i couldn’t have asked for more

alpinef1team: try not to say goat challenge failed

ynuser: 🤍🩷

user10: i sobbed watching you cross the line

pierregasly: points points points points

ynuser: you next bestie!!

pierregasly: we’re going to both score big this triple header i just know it

user13: i love how these two have become instant friends. i hope alpine doesn’t split my family up in abu dhabi

user44: history - we’re watching you make history

francisca.cgomes: i don’t think you understand how attached i am to you now y/n

ynuser: and i don’t think you understand how much i love you kika. legally you have to come to all the rest of the races please and thank you

francisca.cgomes: for you? done!

pierregasly: um? hello?

ynuser: im sorry p.. look away

yourbff: i have no words. i love you more than life itself

ynuser: i love you - thank you for being there

landonorris: statement MADE

ynuser: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

georgerussell63: i’m so proud of you im about to openly weep

ynuser: we can openly weep together

carlossainz55: congrats y/n!

ynuser: thank you carlos 🤍

francolapinto: viva y/n!

ynuser: viva franco!

lewishamilton: 🤍🤍

ynuser: 🩷🩷

user15: noticing so many of the drivers here supporting her is everything

user4: and the fact that so many of them are praising her efforts and talking so highly of her in interviews 🥹

user15: everyone loves her (except for the rbr duo, did you see her and checo having words after that race?)

user4: omg yeah grandpa was pissed but honestly he’s probably just worried she’s going to take his seat

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user9: pretty, talented, smart … you’re the whole package

landonorris: hell yeah it does. the car will be here in about an hour! meet us in the lobby?

ynuser: yes!! assuming we shouldn’t come down too early since we run the risk of people being down there?

landonorris: yeah, no more than 5 mins before

user10: hottest person on the grid no doubt

georgerussell63: blimey i’m excited

ynuser: me too! i need a drink after this weekend

georgerussell63: you better get used to it y/n! this is your life now

ynuser: and i’m glad it is 🤍

user14: i think i have a crush on you

oscarpiastri: hi

ynuser: hi oscar!! did lando send you the details for tonight?

oscarpiastri: yes he did!

pierregasly: me and kika are ready to GO

ynuser: me and y/bff are too! let’s get this party started

user11: keep this momentum going into mexico y/n!!

user4: we needed a chronically online it girl in this sport so bad im so glad you’re here

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george poured you another glass of champagne as you giggled, "i should really be sick of champagne by now but i don't know that i ever will be."

"well thats good y/n/n! you're going to be drinking a lot more of it soon enough," george said loud enough that you could hear him over the music. the club was packed with more people than you would've expected for sunday evening especially a sunday evening in texas but here you were in a packed club chugging champagne with old and new friends. oscar, lily, carlos, rebecca, lando, george, pierre, kika, franco, charles and alex all came out with you and y/bff and you were honestly a bit shocked by the turn out. though you should've known that lando and george were not going to let you celebrate by yourself.

you had grown up with the two of them on the karting track and you even managed to be in f2 in the same year george won the championship. they meant a lot to you -- you looked up to them since the start so to have their unwavering support now that you made it to f1 meant more than you could express. none of this was going to be easy but being surrounded by a strong support system would make it a lot less painful.

you smiled up at george as he downed the last bit of his cocktail, intently watching as the last little bit dripped from the side of his mouth. you took a big gulp reminding yourself of the room of people around you. that was another thing that was around since your karting days... your massive crush on george. while you both had seen other people between now and then, there was no doubt that it was still alive and well. but as far as that was concerned, it was a bit of a one sided crush. it's not that george had ever told you outright that he wasn't interested, you just never had the guts to tell him and he only ever made one move and has been ignoring that it happened since. the closest you two ever got to something more than friends was the night after he won the f2 championship. you two were inseparable during that season so when he asked you to come with him back to his hotel room after his massive party, you didn't think twice about it. you two flopped down onto the bed with your takeaway meal fresh in front of you and the tv turned on to some animated movie you couldn't remember the name of. george was sitting close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body from where he gently was resting against yours. "y/n/n," he whispered causing you to look up at him, "i love you." you smiled, having heard him say this many times.. he was your best friend after all. "I love you too!" you responded and before you could process what happened, his lips were on yours. and unfortunately for you, thats about where that ended. george realized what he was doing and absolutely panicked, begged you to forgive him and to not talk about it again so thats what you did. but on nights like this one, where he was looking fine as ever... it was hard not to long for him.

"helllooooooo earth to y/n!!!" lando almost shouted pulling you out of your thoughts.

"yes, yes! hi!" you rolled your eyes taking the drink out of his hand.

the rest of the night passed in a blur of celebrations, laughs and champagne. things were looking up and you couldn't be more excited for what the future held for you. you had done it. your dream had come true.

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alpinef1team: 1 down. 2 to go. mexico city, here we come!

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a/n: omg if you made it this far... thank you for reading!!! likes and reblogs are massively appreciated. i'm thinking of making this a series with y/n racing in the last few races of the season. if you liked this, let me know so i can judge if this will get a part 2!! much love 🫶🏻

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[kaces-graham-crackers]

Stirring the Quiet - Hidden Verses

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N's weekend spirals into something more after a simple Instagram follow sparks nonstop texting with Jenna. As a poetry night unfolds, hidden emotions and lingering looks stir beneath the surface, leaving Y/N wondering if there’s more to Jenna’s words than she realizes.

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I lay sprawled out on my bed, staring at the crumpled receipt with Jenna's Instagram handle scribbled at the bottom. "Jenna has neat handwriting." Mr. Noodles had busied himself with the loose string from my hoodie, batting it around like it was the most exciting thing in the world. I couldn't help but stare at the note beneath it.

"Thanks for the coffee and conversation again, Slick."

I huffed, running a hand through my hair. It was the weekend, and The Daily Grind was closed, but my mind hadn't stopped buzzing since yesterday. I wasn't sure if it was because I spent the entire night tossing and turning or if the note and handle staring back at me were messing with my head.

Mr. Noodles rolled over next to me, biting the loose string of my hoodie. I chuckled, tugging the string away only for Mr. Noodles to pounce on it again. "You're supposed to be giving me advice, Sir," I muttered to the cat.

"Should I follow her?" I muttered aloud, glancing down at Mr. Noodles as if the cat would magically start talking. Instead, he batted the string again, completely uninterested in my words. Sighing, I pulled out my phone. "Okay, maybe I'll just look at her profile... just a quick peek."

I typed in Jenna's handle, my fingers shaking just a little as her profile popped up. Her feed included behind-the-scenes shots from sets, goofy pictures with friends, and the occasional aesthetically curated post. It was everything I expected and more, yet somehow, seeing it all made Jenna feel both distant and approachable.

I glanced at the Instagram handle again, thumb hovering over the 'follow' button. My heart thumped loudly in my ears. "Do I follow her now? Is that weird?" A nervous flutter filled my chest.

I looked at Mr. Noodles, hoping for some sort of divine intervention. I sighed and turned the phone screen toward the cat, leaning in as if he might actually give me the needed advice.

"What do you think? Follow or not?" I asked, thumb still frozen in place.

Mr. Noodles tilted his head for a moment, and before I could stop him, his paw shot out, landing directly on the screen—pressing the follow button.

My eyes widened. “Oh no… no, no, no, no! Noodles! Why—" I yelped, sitting upright, heart jumping out of my chest. I stared at the phone silently as if it might explode. Great. She's going to think I'm creepy, I panicked.

Mr. Noodles showed no remorse. Unfazed by my mini-crisis, he merely stretched out his paw, pressed it on my chest, meowed, and held it there as if to say, "Chill, human, it's just Instagram."

I laughed softly, scratching behind his ears. "I guess I did ask for your advice, boss; maybe it's not the end of the world," I replied, setting the phone down and falling back onto the pillow. The nerves from before slowly faded as Mr. Noodles curled up closer, purring contentedly.

A few minutes later, a buzz from my phone broke the silence. My heart stopped for a second as I grabbed the phone. It was Jenna.

Jenna: "I see you found my Instagram, Slick."

I sat up again, staring at the screen. Slick. That nickname was going to stick, wasn't it?

My heart was still pounding. What am I supposed to say to that? I bit my lip, staring at the screen, trying to find the perfect way to respond without sounding like I was fangirling.

Y/N: "Haha, yeah, I might have had a little nudge from Mr. Noodles. He has a knack for pressing buttons."

Jenna's response came quickly.

Jenna: "I knew Mr. Noodles had good taste. Should I be worried he's the mastermind behind everything?"

I chuckled, panic subsiding. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

Y/N: "Definitely. He's secretly running my life from behind the scenes."

Jenna: "Well, tell him he's doing a great job."

The conversation flowed easily after that. Jenna texted about how she was shopping with her mom and sister. I found myself smiling as I read Jenna's updates about their day. We talked about each other's Instagram pages, with Jenna casually mentioning how "quiet" my account was. She commented on some of them—photos of The Daily Grind, a bunch of funny pictures of Mr. Noodles, and random snapshots of L.A. life.

Jenna: "I didn't know you were into photography."

Y/N: "Just something I dabble in, nothing serious."

Jenna: "Well, you've got an eye for it."

Reading Jenna's message, I bit my tongue, stifling a snicker.

Y/N: "You've got an eye for a lot of things, don't you? Bet you could spot a diamond in the rough without even trying."

There was a moment of silence, a break in the rapid-fire messaging, and my brain immediately went into panic mode. As I reread my last message, my heart raced as I questioned every word. Was that flirting? Oh god, did it sound like I was flirting? Groaning internally, I debated whether to follow up or leave it alone, replaying the words repeatedly, hoping I hadn't crossed any lines.

Meanwhile, across town, Jenna stood in a boutique with her mom and sister, holding a pair of shoes, when her phone buzzed again. She glanced down at my message, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she read it. Was that... flirting? she wondered, feeling a spark of something she couldn't quite place.

Aliyah, her younger sister, nudged her with a teasing grin. "You've been glued to that phone all day. What's up with that?"

Jenna shrugged, trying to play it off. "Nothing, just texting."

"Texting who?" Aliyah leaned in, trying to peek over Jenna's shoulder. "Come on, spill the tea! You haven't been this distracted since... ever."

Jenna quickly pulled her phone closer, shooting her sister a look. "It's not a big deal."

Aliyah raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Uh-huh, sure. You're not fooling me. Who is it?"

Jenna smirked and shook her head. "None of your business, Aliyah."

Aliyah laughed. "Fine, keep your secrets. But I'm watching you," she teased, throwing a playful smirk as they walked away. Jenna's thoughts lingered on my message, the teasing fading into the background as she mentally filed away the moment for later.

Panicking a little, I started typing out an explanation. "I was just saying, you know, your Instagram feed is super polished. That post you did at the premiere? It definitely looks professional. Like, you've got an eye for these things."

I hit send, biting my lip as the message went through. Crisis averted, right?

But her reply came in almost immediately: "Are you flirting with me, Slick?"

My face immediately heated up. Was I? I hadn't thought so, but now… maybe? My heart raced as I stared at the words on my screen.

Frantically, I started typing again, trying to come up with something that didn't make me sound like a complete fool. My fingers danced over the keyboard as I finally typed, "Only if it's working."

I winced immediately. Did I seriously just say that? But I didn't have time to take it back because Jenna's reply popped up almost instantly: "Maybe it is ;)"

My brain short-circuited as I reread the message, swallowing hard. I needed to keep it together.

The rest of the day flew by. We texted back and forth, sometimes in rapid bursts and other times falling into a comfortable silence. I hadn't even noticed how much time we had spent texting. After cooking, I sent Jenna a quick message.

Y/N: "About to eat. What about you?"

But before I could wait for a response, Mr. Noodles let out a long, dramatic meow, reminding me of his presence—and his empty food bowl.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you," I muttered, hopping up to feed him.

Y/N: "Feeding Mr. Noodles before he stages a protest."

Jenna: "A well-fed Noodles is a happy Noodles."

I laughed and grabbed the little tray, setting Noodles' plate on it. "I even got the tray this time, Noodles." Noodles never ate his meals unless they were on his special tray. The cat had his dignity, after all. I took a quick selfie with Noodles eating his food in the foreground, my hoodie-clad self sitting beside him with a content smile.

Y/N: [Pic] "Noodles approves of dinner."

Jenna: "Noodles is adorable. Oh yeah, you're there too."

Gasping playfully, I put my hand on my chest and shook my head.

After dinner, I tossed my phone on the bed and stretched. Then, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tugging at my hoodie strings.

"We've been texting all day… like we're—" The thought was abruptly halted by a text from Jenna.

Jenna: Oh, are you going to that poetry event?"

I paused. I had almost forgotten about the poetry night, but now the idea of Jenna showing up made me excited and nervous.

Y/N: "Yeah, I'll be there, "I can't get out of work that easily, sadly."

Jenna: Lol, good, because I was thinking about stopping by.

I smiled at my phone, feeling a strange excitement bubbling inside me. I mentioned the event casually, not thinking Jenna would actually show up. But here she was, considering it.

Y/N: "Yeah, come drop by! It's going to be tons of fun."

Jenna: "Fun's one way to put it…I was thinking about reading something."

I froze. Jenna Ortega, reading poetry?

Y/N: "Wait, you're gonna read something? Now I have to see this."

Jenna: "Guess you'll have something to look forward to then."

Y/N: "I guess we’ll see then. I'm heading to bed. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight!"

Jenna: "All right, get some rest. Goodnight!"

I flopped back onto my bed, my phone still in hand. Mr. Noodles, completely unbothered, was fast asleep, the very cause of my earlier crisis now resting peacefully. I gave him a light scratch on the head. "This is going to be an interesting poetry night, buddy."

A few days later, the poetry event was in full swing at The Daily Grind. The café's warm glow set the perfect stage for the poets to approach the mic. Customers sat scattered around tables, sipping lattes and nibbling on pastries, but tonight, there was no usual chatter. The air buzzed with something more—a soft, attentive silence layered with the energy of excitement and nerves.

I stood behind the counter, half-listening to the poems as I washed some dishes. My mind kept drifting back to Jenna, who'd arrived not too long ago. She was sitting in the middle of the café now, flipping through her journal, occasionally looking up when someone delivered a line that caught her interest.

I tried to focus on the cappuccino cup I was washing, but my stomach kept twisting with this weird mix of excitement and nerves. I'd never really imagined Jenna as the poetry type, but seeing her here, confident, made the idea of her reading even more intriguing. Jenna, reading poetry. Damn.

I’d finished the last of my batch of dishes when I heard the soft creak of a chair. Glancing up, I saw Jenna standing, journal in hand, making her way toward the small stage. Her steps were steady but confident, sending my heart into overdrive.

I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge as I watched her take her place at the mic. The background hum of conversation faded to nothing, and I could feel the energy shift as Jenna tapped her journal against the mic stand.

"Hi, for those who don't know me, my name is Jenna." The crowd softly erupted into a few snaps and cheers.

"This is something I've been working on for a while," Jenna started, her voice steady but carrying this vulnerable edge. "I don't usually share my poetry, but… here goes nothing."

My breath caught in my chest. The café was silent now, except for the faint hiss of the espresso machine in the background. My attention was fixed on Jenna.

She flipped open her journal, her fingers gently brushing over the worn pages. She took a deep breath and began to read:

"There's a space between silence and sound, Where words get caught, Lingering like an echo that never fades, A warmth that lingers in the coldest moments. It’s like a whisper I can't quite grasp, But somehow, it stays with me."

Her voice was soft but sure, each word hanging in the air like it belonged there. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, feeling my chest tighten as her words seemed to reach out and pull me in. The room felt smaller, more intimate, like it was just the two of us.

"There's a light that breaks through the quiet, A glow that touches everything in its path. And when it touches me, I feel—"

She paused, glancing up from her journal, and her eyes landed on me. For a heartbeat, we locked eyes, and I swear my heart stuttered.

"I feel like I could stay in that light forever," she finished, her voice dropping into something softer, almost like it was just for me.

The room stayed quiet for a beat, the kind of quiet that follows something that just hits everyone right where it counts. Soft applause and snaps slowly filled the space, but I barely registered it. I was too busy trying to breathe, trying to shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—that line had been meant for me.

Jenna closed her journal with a soft thud, her eyes scanning the room as she smiled nervously. I joined in the clapping, my hands slightly trembling. That line—"I could stay in that light forever." Damn, she had me more shaken than I wanted to admit.

Jenna stepped off the stage, her face still flushed as she sat at the counter where I stood. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I let out a shaky laugh.

"Not bad for a movie star," I managed to say, my voice betraying me.

Jenna looked up at me, a smile tugging at her lips. "You didn’t think I had it in me, huh?"

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "No, I just… didn’t expect it. But yeah, you really had something there."

Jenna raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how flustered I was. "Thanks, Slick. Maybe one day I’ll share the rest with you."

My throat tightened. I shook my head, laughing nervously. "Only if you want to! No rush or pressure."

She leaned in a little, her smile still teasing. "Yeah, I don’t mind. I guess I’m full of surprises."

Before I could reply, our hands brushed as I reached for a stray napkin left by a patron. That small touch sent a spark through me, my heart racing. Jenna’s fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary before her face grew redder, and she reached into her bag, pulling out a small, leather-bound journal.

"This," Jenna said, "is what I’ve been working on."

My eyes widened. "That’s amazing. Looks like a real book already."

Jenna smiled, running her fingers over the cover. "I’ve been working on a collection of affirmations and positive vibes. Something people can read to start their day off right."

I lit up. "That’s incredible! You should write a poem about The Daily Grind. You know, as an ode to caffeine and good vibes."

Jenna froze for a second, her blush deepening. "I—um—yeah, I could do that," she stammered.

I tilted my head, a little concerned. "You all right? You don’t have to if you're not up for it. I just thought you really enjoyed the café. It always seems to relax you."

Jenna let out a nervous laugh as she fidgeted with her journal. "Just a few after-butterflies. The crowd can be overwhelming sometimes... even for a big movie star," she said, her voice quieter than usual, clearly nervous.

I smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, I know just the spot where you can get some air."

I led Jenna out to the back patio, the view of the city spreading out before us. The twinkling lights of L.A. cast a soft glow over the horizon, making everything feel a little more magical. It was quieter here, away from the usual hum of the café, just the two of us. The noise of the poetry event faded, leaving behind the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Jenna leaned back in her chair, staring out at the view, her journal resting on her lap. She seemed more at ease now, her earlier nervousness gone. I couldn’t help but watch her, still in awe of how someone like her could feel so grounded, sitting next to me like this.

I started humming softly, letting the cool night air relax me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jenna turn her head slightly, listening. Her eyes softened.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice, Y/N,” Jenna said, her voice gentle.

I glanced down at my hands, caught off guard. “Thanks. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

“You should sing more,” Jenna added. “It suits you.”

I smiled but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the peaceful atmosphere sink in. The night wrapped around us, soft and still. The only sound was the breeze weaving through the trees, and our quiet breathing.

Eventually, Jenna broke the silence. “I used to take acting classes as a kid. I thought it was fun, but it was also a lot of work. Everyone thinks it’s all glam, but it’s really not.”

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. “Yeah? I remember wanting to be a star when I was younger. My parents got me singing lessons, but I ended up with a lazy talent agent who only got me background roles in a few plays and on the occasional TV or movie set.”

Jenna chuckled lightly, her smile a little mischievous. “Hey, that’s how it starts. You’ve got to work your way up. Hollywood isn’t like the movies—there’s no fairy tale moment where someone discovers you walking down the street.”

I laughed with her. “Guess I’ll stick to making lattes.”

Jenna grinned, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “You’re good at that, too.”

As we continued talking, it felt like the world outside the patio didn’t exist anymore. It was just me and Jenna, the stars above us, and the quiet stillness of the night. We traded stories—nothing deep or profound, but it was effortless. Like we’d known each other longer than we actually had.

There was something calming about being with Jenna, something that made me feel like I didn’t have to rush or worry. Just being in the moment was enough.

Jenna took a deep breath, breaking the quiet. “I guess that’s what I love about acting… it lets me escape for a while, but it’s not always what people think.”

I tilted my head, listening carefully. “Yeah? What do people get wrong about it?”

She paused, her fingers tracing the edges of her journal absentmindedly. “They only see the glam, the red carpets, and the premieres. But they don’t see the long hours, the rejection, or how hard you have to work just to land a role. It can get exhausting.”

I nodded. "I feel you. Sometimes, everyone only sees the end result and forgets all the effort it took to get there."

Jenna smiled, a little softer this time. “Exactly. I think that’s why I like moments like this… when everything’s quiet, and I can just be myself. No cameras, no expectations.”

My chest tightened a little at her words. There was a vulnerability there, a side of Jenna I hadn’t seen before. I nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation settle between us. “Yeah… moments like this are pretty rare.”

She looked at me then, her eyes lingering just a little longer than usual, like she was trying to figure me out. It was quiet again, but this time, the silence felt different—deeper.

Eventually, I spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, you really should write that poem about The Daily Grind. You’ve got to immortalize this place in poetry.”

Jenna laughed, the sound soft but full of warmth. “Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.”

We both sat there for a little while longer, the city lights twinkling around us like stars had spilled onto the ground. It was one of those rare moments where everything just felt… right. I didn’t want it to end, but as the night deepened, I knew we’d have to head back soon.

But for now, I was content to just sit there, with Jenna beside me, the world quiet around us.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi hii for the prompt event can i request dressing childe/tartaglia in degrading outfit? 🙏🙏 take ur time and thankss ^^

Hiiii it’s been so long since I last saw Childes name in my inbox, hope this is to your liking :>

Dom!reader x sub!childe

Warning: feminisation, teasing, cross-dressing

Anniversary event

“Is.. this really my size?” His awkward laugh echoed from the changing rooms, alongside the flicker of the shoji screen. You reassured him by yelling back, “I’m sure of it, it’s supposed to be a little tight. Are you done? Then come out.” One look and anyone could tell you were getting impatient, tapping your finger on your knee, gaze wandering around the establishment to look for anything interesting.

Despite your clear orders, he still hesitated, this time his hand emerged from behind the rood divider. “Are we alone?” The ginger asked, still mysteriously hiding himself, an act that was very uncharacteristic for him. “Yes, we are still alone, just like ten minutes ago.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at his behaviour. “Haha… right.” Tartaglia answered meekly, running out of excuses to use. The atmosphere was so dry, and so uncomfortable.

This time he really shot himself in the knees. He challenged you to a bet, and instead of you meticulously analysing your chances, you immediately agreed. That should have been enough of a sign, you’d never take on a gamble so quickly except it isn’t one. As things have been planned from the beginning, he lost, and had to obey to whatever conditions you set for him. Great, absolutely fantastic.

But why did your request have to hurt his pride like that? He could barely stand straight without shaking with his knees, and now you want him to expose himself to you? Bloody hell, you were so cruel he could feel himself falling for you all over again.

“Ajax, you really are testing my patience. If you don’t come out now, I’ll-” suddenly he moved the paper wall to the side and walked over to you, sighing defeated, “alright alright, I’m here okay?” Your expression changed for a split second, something like shock grazed your features, before you composed yourself again. He tried to stand normal and unbothered while your eyes scanned over his body, tracing every outline and shadow, devouring every inch of his body.

He felt like a prey being toyed with by the predator, you were making him squirm with that intense stare. That’s why you avoided eye contact, jumped from one foot to the other, and kept doing god-knows-what with his hands. At some point you were fed up and said, “hold still, are you a dancing monkey or what?” Childe could only response with another forced laugh.

As for why you were eyeing him up and down so much, well, simply put, he was wearing woman’s clothing. A qipao in a pretty dark red colour, the shade kind of reminded you of blood. Since the dress was cut to fit the build of a woman, it looked clumsy around his fairly muscular body. And even though it looked out of place, you still thought it was quite attractive. Unlike his usual fashion, the dress showed off his curves and exposed his bare legs, what seems to add to his embarrassment.

“Looks good.” You gave him a short, almost forced compliment. It wasn’t a lie, just you had way more to say than a simple ‘looks good’. “Wow, thanks I guess.” Tartaglia groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Seeing what little effect your praise had, you decided to try again, “I mean it, you look good as a girl, as my woman.” Out of nowhere his body twitched and tensed up, he didn’t answer you verbally but with his body language. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy.

“Are you done gawking?” The male eventually asked, his face and shoulders got painted bright pink. His eyes told you the truth, that he was humiliated, ashamed and yet also excited. “What’s with the rush, can’t wait to show your new look off to the other people?” You teased, and your words immediately got his attention, making his brain ratter, “what do you mean by that?” A smirk plastered your lips, you chuckled amused as you explained, “we are going to have a nice little date night today, and you aren’t going to change until I’m done with you.”

The way the colours left his face, letting him become as pale of a ghost was pretty amazing. He was trying so hard to accept his current situation, his legs were shaking again. “Come on, I already paid for the dress. So let’s put it to good use.” You encouraged him, holding his normal wear in your arms, now he couldn’t even run anymore. It seems there was no way around the straight up shameful act he was going to commit, and as if to add salt to the wound, he felt himself getting hard beneath the skin tight dress~ ♥︎

You walked ahead of him, motioning for him to follow you. All he could do was obey your commands with a sheepish smile, quickly rushing to your side while letting you show him off like your own little pet.

[exhaslo]

Hiii i was wondering if you could do a miguel x cinnamon bun reader who’s a chubby baker and catches Miguel’s eye sometime when he was out as spiderman and decides to wife her up. And now that they’re together since she’s always baking at home miguel comes home to the smell of cinnamon buns and her as well who’s filled with flour on her face. You can make it smutty if you want, i was just thinking that this scenario was cute 😭😩

have a good dayyy

Crying bc I wrote like half of this before Tumblr froze and deleted everything so I gotta rewrite it again.

Anyway, this is a cute idea. It would be super adorable if Miguel didn't like sweets either...so...without further ado...Time to write again

Warning: None, just fluff, light mentions of sex

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You owned a small bakery in the middle of Nueva York. It was no surprise that the smell of your bakery would attract anyone walking down the block. The aroma of your desserts would attract even the most grumpiest of people.

You were working in the kitchen, sweating as you tried to perfect your latest batch of cupcakes. You took a look around at your workers, smiling as they had fun while making your desserts. You loved your job.

"Hm, I'll take whatever you recommend. I don't really like sweets." A voice from outside said.

Your ears perked up as you heard such a phase. Your curiosity got the best of you as you poked your head out of the kitchen. You saw two men at the counter with your cashier. One was giddy with joy, ordering a bunch of sweets while the other had a stern look at his face.

Slowly, you made your way behind your cashier, avoiding the tall man's gaze. He was handsome, but also somewhat scary. Pulling one of your not so sweet desserts, you carefully placed it in a cute box and slid it towards him on the counter.

"T-This is on the house. I...I hope you like it." You whispered, glancing up at him.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone but this idiot heard me." The man said while pointing at his companion.

"Migueeeel!"

"Thank you," Miguel said with a fanged smile.

You felt your cheeks flush as you rubbed your eyes. You had to be exhausted from working because you swore you saw fangs. Returning your gaze to the handsome man, you smiled as he took a bite. His eyes widen, licking his lips,

"It's good,"

Miguel was surprised by the delightful treat you gave him. He glanced towards you, caught off guard by the cute smile you gave him. He watched as you hurried into the kitchen, shaking with excitement. Unable to stop staring, Miguel looked back down at the dessert.

"Shall I get more of those for you~" Gabriel, Miguel's brother, said with a silly grin. Miguel nudged him away,

"No. I can get these myself."

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Miguel was swinging around the city, patrolling for any crime. He stopped, catching whiff of something ridiculously sweet. Disgruntled, he stoop and searched for the source of the smell. His shoulders sunk, spotting your bakery.

Perhaps you were working on a new recipe? Miguel made it a habit to stop by once a week. He enjoyed your company. You were different. Miguel was willing to try anything you gave him as long as it meant seeing your smile.

Sitting against the roof of the building, Miguel just sat there and watched you. You were hard working, helping every customer and your employees. He knew the struggle of managing a business. Hell, Miguel was technally in charge of two companies, if the Spider Society counted as one.

"Haha! She probably eats all her sweets! Look at her!" A rude teenager yelled as his obnoxious friends laughed alongside him.

"P-Please leave!" You begged.

Miguel stepped in once he saw tears form. He jumped onto the sidewalk and quietly walked behind you. His presence scaring the teenagers away. You whimpered, rubbing your eyes and sniffing before turning around and yelping.

"It's okay. I just scared them away," Miguel whispered, not wanting to spook you.

"Thank you," You whispered, still shaking. Miguel wanted to comfort you, but he knew this wasn't the right time or place,

"Don't let those kids get to you."

"I-I'm used to it...A chubby girl who owns a bakery. I hear it a lot." You whispered. Miguel grinded his teeth together,

"You're beautiful."

"Haha, thanks. That cheered me up," You said with that sweet smile of yours, "Here, let me give you a treat as thanks."

You hummed happily as you held Spiderman's hand, leading him into your bakery. Your customers were surprised, but went about their business. You looked behind the counter and took out one of your newest desserts, placing it in a cute box.

"I just made this, I hope you like it."

You watched as Spiderman's mask slowly disappeared revealing his lower half of his face. Your eyes widen as you saw fangs when he took a bite. Your smile widen as you thought of your regular Miguel, whom you liked.

"It's good." He said. You just giggled,

"Thank you."

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Miguel was determined to wife you up. He had started to stop by your bakery three times a week, chatting and getting to know you on a deeper level. Once he found out that you were single, he did not hesitate to ask you out.

Miguel wanted you. He was determined to protect you and keep his sweet little baker by his side. You were so sweet and cute that Miguel was having a hard time restraining himself. He wanted to swing you in his arms and make you his.

By your fifth date, Miguel kissed you. He held you close to him, enjoying your flushed cheeks and shy expression. He was your first for everything and Miguel was going to savior everything about that. He was going to enjoy giving you everything.

By your twelfth date, you admitted to him that you knew he was Spiderman. Miguel was slightly embarrassed, but felt a weight off his chest since he didn't have to hide it from you anymore. With his secret known to you, Miguel was able to give you even more affection due to his powers.

The first time you guys had sex, Miguel went overboard. He joked about you being his dessert for the night and ended up filling you like one of your cupcakes. He had to apologize to you, but you weren't complaining. It was the best night of your life.

Finally, after a few months, Miguel offered to have you move in with him. You were hesitate, but after some reassuring, you agreed. You were currently in your shared house, making a new recipe while waiting for Miguel to return from work.

"Mhm~ I wonder if my customers will like this~" You cooed, trying the cookies.

"Of course they will. You're the one making them," Miguel hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Miguel~ You're home!" You chirped. Miguel kissed your neck, his hands groping your tummy,

"Missed you, baby. Couldn't stop thinking about you all day,"

"M-Miguel," You glanced away, feeling flustered, "D-Do you want to try my cookies?"

"Of course, but I'll be enjoying my cookies later," He whispered, groping your breasts.

"Miguel~"

Miguel chuckled lowly, capturing your lips in a kiss before willingly tried the cookie. He scrunched his face up, still not liking sweets, but told you that they were amazing.

You chuckled towards him, letting him know that you'll make some dinner. Miguel wanted to complain, saying something about feasting on you, but you managed to convince him to shower. You couldn't help but smile, happy that you found someone who loved you just the way you are.

"Oh, (Y/N), I've been meaning to ask," Miguel started as he came out of the shower, "Did you give Spider Chef a recipe for a Spiderman burger that looks like me?"

"..."

Miguel sighed heavily, "It's a best seller." He muttered,

"Yai~ I knew it~" You cheered happily.

Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched you do your cute little cheer. You were defiantly going to make it up later. Miguel did think it was time for you to have little helpers after all.

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Hehe, hope you enjoyed~

Part 2 (smut)

[yatsurinamikaze]

Wager [completed!]

Series : (first) - (second) - (third) - (fourth) - (fifth) - (sixth) - (seventh) - (eight) - (ninth) - (tenth_last) - (BONUS!)

tw// shit show, cringe, word vomit, objectification, shitty writing, grammatical errors, curse words.

Oikawa Tooru x Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Summary: They strike a bet. The Wager? You.

Five years have passed since that chaotic day in the gym, and life has unfolded in ways you never could have predicted. You’re now a leading architect, renowned for your innovative designs and dedication to your craft. Your life is busy but fulfilling, and you’ve carved out your own path—one that, as it turns out, was the right one for you.

Today, you find yourself courtside at the Tokyo Olympics, watching Argentina and Japan warming up before their big volleyball match. The energy in the stadium is electric, fans from all over the world cheering in anticipation.

As you sit down, your friend Aeri nudges you, her eyes wide as she spots the players on the court. "I can’t believe you dated Oikawa from the Argentina team back in high school," she says, her tone a mix of awe and disbelief.

You smile, shaking your head with amusement as you wave at Tooru, who just winked at you from the court. “Not just him,” you say, laughing softly. “I almost ended up dating Ushiwaka too.”

Aeri’s jaw drops, and she turns to face you with wide eyes. "Wait, what?! Ushiwaka as in Wakatoshi Ushijima?!"

You laugh goofily, nodding as you watch both the Japan and Argentina teams warming up. “Yeah, those were some crazy days.”

Aeri is still in shock, her gaze bouncing between you and the players on the court. "You almost dated both of them? And now they’re both Olympic volleyball stars? That’s insane!"

You shrug, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Well, life takes you in unexpected directions."

As you watch the players finish their warm-ups, your mind drifts back to the choices you made after that day in high school. You had chosen your own path, focusing on your future and self-discovery instead of jumping into relationships. It had been the right decision. You’d grown into the person you were meant to be, without being tied to someone else’s journey. And seeing Oikawa and Ushiwaka thriving as pros? It only reinforced that they, too, had followed their dreams and flourished.

You made the right choice, you think to yourself, it wasn’t about being with someone, it was about finding yourself first—and you were grateful for how it all worked out in the end.

The stadium’s noise fades for a brief moment as everyone prepares for the opening whistle. The excitement builds, and you lean forward in your seat, ready to watch the match. But just before the whistle blows, you hear someone clear their throat near you.

You turn your head to see a tall, athletic-looking man standing next to the empty seat beside you. There's something familiar about him, though you can’t quite place it. Your eyes flicker between him and the court, where one of the Japanese players—a faux-blonde in a red and black jersey—catches your attention.

The stranger grins, clearly noticing your confusion. "Are you…" you start, pointing at the blond player on the court. "Are you his… brother or something?"

The man chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Twin, actually."

You burst into laughter, the realization dawning on you. "Oh yeah, that makes sense!" you say, feeling a little silly for not seeing the resemblance sooner.

He smiles, his gaze warm and lingering as he looks into your eyes. There’s something about his demeanor—calm, confident, and inviting—that immediately pulls you towards him.

"So…" Nodding towards the empty spot next to you, he asks, "Is this seat taken?"

Masterlist

haha, just a fun bonus.

[cigarettesaftersae]

02 i'll like you - My World

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

new year, new classes, and reo mikage, a disgrace to your pride and ego

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The air was still, save for the faint wisp of a breeze that whispered through the schoolyard. A quiet hum of chatter filled the space as you stood there, unnoticed by the others.

“Nagi Seishiro? Oh, you mean that kid with the white hair?”

“The one who’s always sleeping?”

“Yeah. I heard he just games all the time. Kinda a bum, don’t you think?”

Their words floated around you, but your mind raced faster than you could process. You stood frozen, the sting of their judgment hitting harder than expected. Images swirled in your mind, fragments of thoughts and feelings painting a confusing picture.

“…Y/N? Don’t tell me you zoned out again?”

“H-huh? No, no! I didn’t!” you stammered, trying to collect yourself. “I just… didn’t expect him. So, what do you like about him?”

The question slipped out before you could stop it, but deep down, you already knew the answer wasn’t going to be easy to hear. Your heart clenched, the faint ache of something unspoken making it hard to breathe.

“Well…” Yuna began, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. “I was at the convenience store, and, um, I didn’t bring enough money. He just paid for my things. He was so nice and generous. I know everyone thinks he’s lazy, but… it’s like love at first sight.”

Your stomach sank, but you pushed it aside. Smiling brightly, you grabbed Yuna’s hand in encouragement. “That’s… That’s wonderful, Yuna!”

“R-really?” she asked, her own smile widening.

“Of course!” you assured her.

Yuna’s excitement only grew. “Well, in that case… do you like anyone? Come on, there has to be someone!”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “Pfft, as if. I don’t like anyone.”

“Oh, I know that look,” Yuna teased, her curiosity piqued. “Tell us!”

Mira joined in, grinning slyly. “Come on, spill it!”

Cornered, you blurted out, “Uh… um, it’s Reo Mikage! You know, purple hair, charming…?” He is not charming at all.

Mira raised an eyebrow. “The Mikage kid, huh? Not a bad pick, but, uh, you do realize every girl is after him, right? And Naomi? She’s all over him.”

“Haha… yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, hoping the topic would drop quickly. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on your chest.

Back in class, you barely paid attention as the teacher droned on. You twirled a pen between your fingers, staring at nothing, stressed about everything—Nagi, Yuna. It was all too much.

“Psst.” A folded note slid onto your desk. Opening it, you read the bold, red-inked scrawl: Y/N, I NEED YOUR HELP!!! – YUNA :P

Suppressing a laugh, you glanced up to see Yuna giving you her best pleading expression. The amusement didn’t last.

“Is something funny, Y/N?” the teacher’s voice cut through the air. You jumped. “Maybe you’d like to share with the class?”

“Uh—no, sir. Nothing’s funny.”

“Then you must be paying excellent attention. What’s the formula for this problem right here?”

Panic rose. You didn’t recognize it—despite studying all night. Just as you were about to crumble, a voice chimed in.

“It’s the quadratic formula: ax² + bx + c = 0.”

You turned to see none other than Reo Mikage, his smug expression making your blood boil.

“Thank you, Y/N,” the teacher said sarcastically, emphasizing your name in a way that only made you cringe further.

Later, you groaned in frustration as Yuna tried to apologize. “If you hadn’t passed that note, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she laughed. “How was I supposed to know the teacher was lurking?”

“It’s whatever,” you sighed. “What did you need help with, anyway?”

“The quadratic formula,” she teased, stifling a giggle.

You glared at her. “I swear…”

“Okay, okay! Joking! But, um, actually… I want to join the game club. You know, since Nagi’s in it.”

Your silence stretched for a moment. “Do you even play games?”

“Uh… I played Roblox with my little cousin once?”

You buried your face in your hands. “You’re joining because of Nagi.”

“Maybe. Okay, yes! I can’t help it!”

Sighing deeply, you relented. “Only because I love you. Fine. I’ll help.”

Yuna squealed, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re the best! Can we start today?”

With the last class ending, unlike walking home with Yuna or staying after school for club activities, you’re staying after school for club activities WITH Yuna to help her out with your crush. And that was how you found yourself dragging Yuna to the club after school. You open the door to the club room, filled with tables of ongoing rows of computers, outlets here and there, some members playing League, and most importantly, there was no Nagi Seishiro. Which kind of made you sigh in relief.

“He’s not here…” Yuna mumbled, disappointed.

“He sometimes comes late,” you offered, trying to cheer her up. “Come on, let’s meet the co-leader so you can join.”

Sitting through her interview was an experience. The co-leader, a stereotypical nerd with thick glasses and a bowl cut, “Now last question, d-do you play genshin impa-”

“Do not finish that question.” You warn. “And Yuna don’t even answer it.”

“Isn’t it that one cool Chinese game?”

“Ah! so you know about it” He excites

“I just told you not to finish that question,” you grumbled as he lit up at Yuna’s response.

Before the conversation could spiral further, the door creaked open. Both you and Yuna turned instinctively. There he was—Nagi Seishiro, focused on his phone, his white hair catching the dim light.

Yuna’s eyes sparkled, but yours darkened as you spotted someone following behind him. Reo.

When had they even become friends? And why did it feel like your entire world was slowly unraveling?

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next chap

the genshin thingy was a joke guys ive been playing it since day one I'm a d1 pro at it

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  judasofsuburbia! @judasofsuburbia has 31 fics in the Stranger Things fandom and 24 of them are in the Steddie tag!

@cheatghost recommends the following works by @judasofsuburbia:

shake this world off my shoulders

the seventh heaven (when i kissed the teacher)

wanna be the only one for miles and miles (except for maybe you)

you make my life worthwhile (it's all about you)

get up and shake the glitter off your clothes

If you were to ask Emily what they think about their work, she'd probably say something along the lines of, "haha, it's just silly smut!" And even if that may very well be the case with some fics (and I'm so, so grateful for it), the one true constant in all of Emily's writing is the heart. They are truly an expert at weaving genuine emotion and care into their work, infusing every moment, every scene, every fic with so much passion. -- @cheatghost

Below the cut, @judasofsuburbia answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I’ve been a fan of Stranger Things since it came out in 2016 and of course, I fell in love with Steve’s character right away. But never in the show did I think they gave him a good love interest. His relationship with Nancy is obviously a catalyst for a lot of plot devices and it was important to the growth of both of their characters but it naturally had to end. Then…in walks Eddie Munson. I remember watching the forest scene for the first time and little alarm bells went off in my head. They have a great jumping off point of being the big brother figure of these dweeby teenagers, both being older and stuck in Hawkins, both being endearingly lame in their own unique ways but still having that opposites attract energy. Their dynamic was so fun to me, even in the limited scenes that we got, and I finally thought “Yeah. This guy. That’s Steve’s love interest.”

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I’ll read just about anything if it’s recommended to me or a beloved friend writes it but I have a particular soft spot for future fics. Getting to see these characters grow and heal from what happened to them while also being in love or falling in love really hits home for me.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I write a lot of AUs for this couple. It seems I love putting my boys into situations lmao BUT I think I adore writing love confessions the most. Like no matter what universe they’re in, they’re going to have this realization of love and it’s going to just pour out of them.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

My 252 bookmarks are shaking in their boots at this question so I’m going to shout out just a few! Bright Things series by @cheatghost, took you for a working boy by pukner, Catch Me (I’m Falling) by @fragilecapric0rnn, driving in your car by @kkpwnall, and carve your name into my chest by @hexiewrites.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I would love to explore a Monster AU. I’ve technically written Kas!Eddie but I’d love to explore something more like demon/creature/werewolf SOMETHING because I always find those stories so interesting.

What is your writing process like?

It usually starts with like one line or one idea that I hurriedly jot down in my notes app or in a new document. Then, I find songs that relate to that premise or scenes from other media that help inspire me. Usually, I plan it out bullet point style in a physical notebook and then start writing bit by bit!

Do you have any writing quirks?

Somehow making everything cultivate into something sexual lmao. It;s now a joke amongst me and my friends that I can always make something horny. But really, I love what can be discovered, what can be said, what can be revealed, and what can change a character throughout a sexual scene. Not every fic I write has smut in it but a vast majority do and it’s because I love getting to use smut as a tool for something else.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Definitely once I’ve finished something. When I was first starting out, I posted chapters for long fics as soon as they were done and that led to me abandoning fics because I simply ran out of spoons to write them. Now, I’m much more conscious of what I’m putting out there and making sure it’s completed before I start posting. I might make personal schedules for myself but I very rarely stick to them lmao.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Definitely my zombie apocalypse series “the darkest hour is just before dawn”. Those fics came together in a matter of a few weeks and I just loved being able to dive into each of those couples (the spicy six) and figure out how they would react differently to their circumstance. It started with me picturing Eddie with a southern accent but only when he’s stressed, angry, or drunk. What’s more stressful than a zombie apocalypse?

How did you get the idea for get up and shake the glitter off your clothes?

The song “Waking Up in Vegas” by Katy Perry came up on shuffle and my brain said “Oh, there’s something here.” It started as just a blurb of Steve waking up extremely hungover, noticing Eddie’s in bed with him, and then seeing Eddie’s mood ring on his left ring finger in a hotel mirror. I posted that blurb just to Tumblr and my brain just kept thinking about it and now it’s a whole fic!

When writing you make my life worthwhile (it's all about you), what was something you didn’t expect?

That it is so, so hard to write breakup fics. Because you never want one of them to be “the bad guy” or to be toxic in a way that leads to heartbreak. I struggled with shaping the narrative in a way that you could understand the hurt from both sides but I’m really happy with how it turned out (them making up of course!!)

What inspired you make my life worthwhile (it's all about you)?

It was 100% my days being in the 5 Seconds of Summer fandom when I was a teenager. I remember having to defend that band to people, saying “It’s not a boy band! They all play instruments! They’re just a band!” but now I can see how their marketing was catered to teenage girls and how that led so many people to believing they were similar to One Direction. The first thing that came to mind was Eddie having to fight for his music to be taken seriously and that spawned this idea of him, Steve, Argyle, and Jonathan being in a similar band and Eddie wanting out.

What was your favorite part to write from wanna be the only one for miles and miles (except for maybe you)?

I’m a sucker for wound care so writing Steve sitting a grumpy Eddie down to tend to his wounds with kisses and jokes was a lot of fun!! I’m also a cowboy enthusiast so that AU was a hoot and a half for me all around.

How do/did you feel writing the seventh heaven (when i kissed the teacher)?

MUSHY. Mushy as all get out. I love, love, love writing Steddie with kids. I just think there is so much domesticity and softness to kid fics, especially if a character is a single parent. I was seriously a pile of mush writing that fic and making them all lovey dovey.

What was the most difficult part of writing shake this world off my shoulders?

Candidly, it was figuring out how they were supposed to be alone so they could have sex. They’re always traveling as one big group, sleeping in unconventional places, and taking turns being on watch. Finding a realistic setting and a realistic circumstance was very difficult!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

It’s hard to choose just one but I do think about this passage a lot from hey now, don’t dream it’s over: “Because even if Steve didn’t think he’d get this far. Even if he thought he wouldn’t see 21 let alone 30. Wouldn’t keep in touch and love with all his heart a gang of misfits from Hawkins. Wouldn’t fall in love with a wonderfully crazy man and adopt two beautiful girls with him. Wouldn’t be held when he cried or celebrated when he smiled. Wouldn’t wake up each morning and wipe sticky faces, talk high school seniors through college doubts and fears, wave his hand through the wind out his car window listening to pop radio in Chicago traffic, scoop mac and cheese onto Disney-themed plates, get kisses from his partner that make his kids groan, hear about their days, all their imaginations, their creativity, and everything they love and hate about the world, bath time every night, putting their hair in soapy mohawks, hearing their bright giggles, and tucking them into bed. Ending up in bed with the one person he loves more than anything just to wake up and do it all over again. He never, ever thought he would actually get this. But he did and he loves it. He doesn’t want to feel guilty for loving it anymore. He pulls away from Eddie’s neck and just beams at him. Eddie, who is more or less confused by the range of emotions he’s sporting, smiles right back at him. Steve kisses him deeply and feels Eddie wipe away his tears throughout their kiss. Steve Harrington is thirty years old and is enamored with the very thought of it.”

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Nothing huge in the works right now! Mostly just waiting for inspiration to strike again.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just that this fandom has changed my life in immeasurable ways. I am so happy that this community exists and the various types of showstopping art I get to engage with because of this show. I have made some of my very best friends in this fandom and I wouldn’t change that for the world. Thank you for all the love and laughter, thank you for nominating me (seriously that is so incredibly sweet), and thank you for loving these boys as much as I do.

Thank you to our author, @judasofsuburbia, and our nominator, @cheatghost! See more of judasofsuburbia's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[liamobrienlove]

My MCM Comic Con Experience

Oh y'all, i have been wanting to talk about this to anyone who will listen haha Sorry this post is a bit late but it's been busy at work since i got home.

Where do i even begin? I met Liam! Still seems surreal even though i have photo evidence haha Let's just start with meeting him!

First up on the Saturday morning was meeting up with the amazing @formulares - who is amazinnnng btwwwww! had so much fun! 10/10 would recommend being friends with him lmao

Next it was time to get in and get in line for the Liam autograph! CR had their own section for autos which was great because the queues were SO LONG. Luckily, we were like 5th in line! When they all came out, the whole room erupted and the cast looked utterly amazed and completely taken a back with the turnout. Here starts the whole Liam experience haha I made Ares go first because i just couldn't and to watch is conversation with Liam was special. Liam is a special guy, i'll say that.

When i got to him, i was so nervous and he just made me feel like we were old friends. I gave him some letters i had to give and then the dice i'd brought him and he was so happy and rolled them! got a Nat 1 on his first roll but rerolled because halfling luck hehe and got a much better number! i then was able to tell him how much his characters and he have helped me through a lot in recent years and he was so grateful and wrote a lovely message on my print i was getting signed (which i'm not going to share yet as i will most likely be getting it as a tattoo) and then that was the end of the auto portion! when i went in for my photo with him, he remembered me! ahhhh and then we had the cutest picture and he gave me a bug cuddle as i was leaving. Liam is an amazing human, so kind, sweet and humble. I'm hoping i get to meet him again in the near future because truly, one of the best moments i've ever had.

Then i had photos with Travis (who was making sure to ask everyone their names and shake their hand before the photo) and was thanking everyone as well once they were done. it was so sweet!

I did have a Sam photo op but because i was anxious about not making it to my Taliesin one (sam's was the same time as Travis), i gave my photo ticket to Ares who had a great picture with Sam (who is really tall!). Next it was time to have my photo with Taliesin who is just a super sweet man and was wonderful! i love my photo with Taliesin so much! he was so excited to meet everyone!

Now, onto meeting Matt! Bear in mind i queued for three and a half hours to meet him. One thing i will say is MCM need to work on their queuing system because the line for matt was 4 people wide and just didn't seem to go down! By the time i got to the front i was emotional and overwhelmed and i think Matt could see that right off the bat. He shook my hand and asked my name and then we jumped into what was a very amazing and sweet conversation, where when i started to get emotional, Matt took hold of my hands (he's an utter sweetheart) and when i told him how much this show, this world had changed my life, he was just so receptive and so humble about it all and just amazing. Then he got up to give me a hug and it was so sweet of him - that man just adores every single person/fan. He spent time talking to every single person and stayed late to make sure everyone got to meet him.

i cannot begin to put into words how amazing they all were. From seeing Travis, Laura, Ashley, Marisha, Sam and Tal interact with everyone when standing in line, to how they were in photo ops - this cast are genuine and amazing. I count myself lucky to have been able to see them in person and cannot wait until i'm able to again in the future. I just adore them and it's an experience i will never, ever forget.

[bluurene]

could you do hanni x gp!reader? preferably hanni sub

gp ! sub ! bestfriend ! hanni x dom ! fem ! reader

genre : smut

note : gp hanni instead, and no smut bcs i srsly have no motivation rn. sorry !!!

hanni had invited you to her sleepover and of course you couldn't decline her invitation. you were now sitting on her bed and scrolling through your phone, waiting for hanni to come back with food. it didn't take that long for her to come,but you didn't see any food in her hands. "sorry yn, i couldn't find any snacks. i forgot that i ate all of them before..haha." she then sits next to you, looking at you with a small frown. "its okay, I'll order food for us, tell me what you want. I'll buy it for you." you gave her a pat on the head. "um..lets have pizza!" she grabs your phone then ordered some pizza for the both of you. "its going to take long, i hope we dont starve to death." you joked but she didn't seem to listen. "hanni?" you called out for her, yet she still isn't listening. "hanni." you got infront of hanni this time, looking straight into her. "oh- sorry, my bad." she apologized, causing you to sigh as you sat back next to her. "well, what do you want to do while we wait?" you asked her, she seems to zone out again but soon snaps out of it. "um..i dont know, i dont mind doing anything." she looks at you, she was acting weird but you didnt want to jump into conclusions. "anything?..then you dont mind if you do..." as you said that, hanni immediately turned red which was very suspicious of her. she would flirt back but this time she's reacting differently. "nevermind, do you want to play video games?" you changed the topic, which worked because she was getting excited. "oh oh, im so gonna beat you!!" you laughed at this, she looked cute and you had always liked it. "alright, let me choose a game." you said, getting up and walking to her desk where there are some games lying around.

you eventually picked one, it was a mario kart game. you knew you weren't going to win since hanni is good at the game but the other game options were boring.

you both were currently playing the game, but it was weird. hanni kept bumping into things which was unusual. you were ahead of her but she was still so far behind you. you looked at hanni, noticing how her hands were slightly shaking as she holds the controller. seeing this you stopped and look at her. "hanni, are you okay? your hands are shaking. maybe we should stop." you put your controller down and grab her controller away from her. hanni was looking at you, her face red. "yn, I've been meaning to confess something." she grabs both of your hands, still looking up at you. "ihaveacrushonyouforsolongandthefactthatimactinglikethisisbecauseialsohaveaboner." she blurted out. she was being honest....too honest. "you didn't really have to say the last part but, i like you too hanni." you gave her a hug and also a pat on the back. "so we're.." "a thing." you continued her sentence as you pulled away to look at her with a smile. "oh my god....lets go on a date." she got up from her bed, bringing you along with her. "what about your boner?" "we'll get to it after the date."

[vanilkaray]

Many years after that event, in New York City

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On a deserted street, when everyone was sleeping after a long day of work, somewhere on the rooftops of buildings, a laugh that sounded extremely happy and excited was heard.

A turtle-shaped creature that could stand and act like a human was running and jumping from one building to another. Following that creature was another creature that looked exactly the same but it gave us the feeling that the creature was nagging the other creature.

“Leonardo! Keep it down! This is our first time on the surface!… well, even though we sneak peak without Dad’s permission and you were the one who insisted that we should go out and i reluctantly agreed… But that doesn’t mean we can make a mess here!!”

“Come on, Michelangelo, or should I call you Mikey? Let’s just relax! I'm sure no one will see us. Moreover, with our Ninjutsu, I'm 100% sure that no one will see us. Haha!"

The grumbling creature wore a dark blue eye mask, but the special highlight was the orange spots and the goggles. It wore a black scarf with a red symbol embroidered on it, black pants and gloves that were quite large for its small body and was called Mikey according to the person wearing the dark orange eye mask. Perhaps the most prominent feature was the fishnet stockings that were only worn on one leg while the other leg was only wrapped in black bandages and according to Mikey, the creature's name was Leonardo

i"But today is our mutation anniversary! Our day! We should be free!!"

Another voice was heard, this time the creature was wearing a green eye mask and a bow, the tail of the creature was tied with a bell that shook with the creature whenever the creature moved… It seemed that this creature was quite grumpy, looking silly but still trying to chase the other two

“You too Donnie!?”

“That’s right, D!! We’re at the age of rebellion!!”

“Leo, you’re only 16…”

“So what? I’m still young while you still can’t pass your emo phase Miche-lame-lo”

“Ugh… you still owe me a cup of black coffee…”

Mikey could only sigh and shake his head in disappointment but honestly he had wanted to go to the surface for a long time. Ever since he had his memories, he remembered his father always telling them not to go to the surface until they were old enough. As for his other three siblings, he was already 22 years old but Mikey himself sometimes felt like he was the real father in this family… His father wasn’t very serious, well he was serious but not that much…

The three of them played around doing things they’d never done before… actually it was just the two of them playing around because Mikey still had to keep an eye on them to avoid them getting too carried away and being discovered by humans.

After a while of playing around, Leo was giggling and lying on the roof of the building while Mikey just leaned against the railing

“What a f-“

“Bad day”

“Hey you party pooper!!!”

So the two of them argued back and forth while Donnie just laughed and turned back to look at the night city.

“It’s a pity that Raphie couldn’t enjoy the moment again.”

Mikey and Leo suddenly stopped and thought for a long time before Mikey spoke up

“I also… feel sorry for him, his body doesn’t allow him to go out much and I’m also afraid that he might get sicker.

Mikey, Donnie and Leo were now even more thoughtful than before until Donnie suddenly spoke up and pointed at something below.

.

.

.

“Hey, is that what human do when they want to invite someone into the car?”

“What did you say?”

Mikey heard and turned around to look at what Donnie was pointing at.

“Hey, I don’t think so, it might be kidnapping, looking at that girl’s expression, it’s very um, what did I say?” I like was the main character but turned out to be a supporting character and failed…”

“Oh, maybe they’re playing around? :D”

Mikey squinted his eyes despite wearing contact lenses to think about whether he should intervene or not. Leonardo, who was lying down, also had to get up because he smelled the action

“I smell it, we have to act!! We have to save the girl!”

Leo had just finished speaking then he pulled out his two Katanas from his waist and jumped down.

“H-Hey! Wait!… Ugh! Always acting before thinking… Don, help me!”

Mikey sighed again and pulled out his nunchaku with a blade attached and also jumped down. Seeing this, Donnie used both hands to cover up his giggling and also jumped down

“We’re going to play pretend with them, right!? Yeeeeeee!!! It’s so fun”

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

it's 2am so it's tuesday here already, and I can't wait to post a snippet of the alive shannon fic so I'm gonna start tease tidbit tuesday today with a lil buddie moment haha I'm sooo excited for this fic, I hope it'll turn out as good as it is in my head haha

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He doesn’t know how much time it’s been, when he feels someone’s hand on his shoulder, and almost jumps. He’s sitting on the hard chair in a hospital waiting room, Buck right next to him – it’s his hand still resting on Eddie’s shoulder, while in the other he’s holding a cup of coffee, extending it to Eddie. He’s out of his uniform already, but Eddie’s not sure if their shift is over, or if Bobby just let him go early – because he knows that Buck must have insisted, that he’d come anyway, no matter the consequences, just to be there for Eddie. That’s Buck.

“Hey. Any news?” he asks, and Eddie can just curtly shake his head once. He just notices that he’s been clenching his jaw so tightly he doesn’t know if he can open his lips enough to speak right now. He doesn’t think he trusts himself not to burst out crying. He needs to keep it together for just a while longer. “Got you some coffee.” he adds when Eddie fails to take the cup from him. Eddie shakes his head again. He doesn’t think he can stomach anything right now without throwing it up. “Alright.” Buck puts the coffee cup on the floor next to his chair, his hand falling off of Eddie’s shoulder in the process, now resting on Buck’s thigh, fingers fidgeting nervously. “You wanna be left alone? I can go-” another shake of Eddie’s head. On impulse, he reaches for Buck’s hand, as if he’d leave anyway. Eddie knows he wouldn’t. They haven’t known each other long, it hasn’t even been a year, but in that short time Buck became the best friend Eddie’s ever had. He trusts him more than anyone, and he knows Buck would never leave. “Alright.” Buck breathes out, leaning back against the chair. “Just so you don’t worry, I called Carla, she’s fine staying with Chris a couple hours longer. I can go take over later, if you wanna stick around here.” he adds, and Eddie just nods, so grateful for Buck, so grateful that he cares, that he thought to check in on Eddie’s kid, when all of Eddie’s thoughts are consumed by what’s happening. He doesn’t even know what time it is, he didn’t realize Christopher already got off school. He doesn’t know what he’d do without Buck.

(...) Buck lets Eddie hold his hand, even when his grip tightens and he squeezes it as hard as he can to keep from crying – which he doesn’t notice he’s doing until he looks down and sees his white knuckles. Buck doesn’t complain, just smiles reassuringly, and Eddie almost cries for a whole different reason. The kind of support he gets from Buck, has gotten from him since they met, the way Buck always has his back – it’s amazing, and touching, and so unlike any other relationship in Eddie’s life. He likes to think he’s reciprocating as much as he can, that he’s better at it now, that he won’t ever run again, not from Buck. Somehow, with Buck at his side, everything always seems better and brighter, and more hopeful. Even now, sitting here and waiting to hear if his wife survived the accident – Buck’s mere presence makes him allow himself to hope that maybe, just maybe she’ll be fine, even if it shouldn’t be possible, not with her injuries, not with how her heart stopped in the ambulance once already. They’d need a miracle to happen, and Eddie doesn’t think he believes in those.

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[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 16!

-10 days earlier-

Maya's taxi pulled up to St James' park to meet with the rest of the players before heading for the airport. England are playing two friendlies in Spain, one against Japan, the other Norway.

Ella greeted Maya first, bringing her into a hug. "So happy to see you here Maya, finally without your girlfriend for once". she laughed.

"I'm not always with her". Maya replied, shaking her head.

"Yes you are". Mary and Less said at the same time.

All Maya could do was laugh and accept defeat, already embarrassed in front of her new teammates that she still had to greet.

-A few hours later-

"We're about to board the plane soon". Maya said to you, through her phone.

"That's good, I hope you have a safe flight, Mocha says he misses you". You replied.

"Aww, I miss him and I guess you too".

"Haha, It's gonna be the longest we've spent without each other".

"How are we going to cope". She joked.

"Maya c'mon stop confessing your love to y/n, we need to board the plane". Ella said loudly from across the room.

"Okay, okay coming now, I need to go".

"That's fine, see you later, love you". You said, but she hung up, maybe she didn't hear.

Maya sighed, just realising what you said, but she didn't have time to call you back.

The whole way through the flight Maya was anxious, but excited. She's been through all of England's age groups, but now she was here. In the first team.

-A few hours later-

Touchdown. The plane landed in Spain and after waiting for baggage to be collected, the team headed to the hotel.

Maya got given the key for her room, she's always shared a room with her teammates in the past, so she didn't know what to expect.

After unpacking she jumped onto the bed and decided to call you, she's been wanting to do it ever since your last call ended. In truth she felt quite alone, of course she was friends with all of the girls including Ella, Mary, Less being at united, but she didn't have her best friend. You.

"Mayaaa". You said through the phone, with a smile on your face. She hadn't even opened her mouth yet before you got your words in.

"Hey y/n, how are you?". She replied.

"I should be asking you that Le tiss, how was your journey?".

In the next hour Maya explained how the whole journey was in full detail, more than probably what was necessary, but she wanted to make the phone call as long as possible. Until she heard a knock on the door.

"Maya you wanna come check out the pool with us?". Mary said through the door.

Maya, still with phone in hand, opened the door replying. "Yes I'll be ready in five minutes".

"Y/n she's never shut up about you". Ella exclaimed.

"Awww". You replied, through the phone.

"Not all the time". Maya shook her head, blushing.

"Hmm, okay Mayo". Less added.

"She was acting like she's not seen you in-". Ella was cut off with the door shutting.

"I'll speak to you in a bit y/n, love you".

"Love you too Mayo".

She chuckled and put the phone down, making her way back to the door and to her teammates.

Maya along with Toone, Less and Roebuck all went to try out the hotel pool. After a brief swim they decided to do a race to see who could do 50 lengths the quickest, it was only an average sized pool.

Ellie started the best, using her strong arms to an advantage but at the 30th length she started to tire. At the 40th length Maya took over as she had better endurance and Less and Ella were starting to struggle.

Maya won with ease as the others watched in awe, Ella was recording her final laps as she stopped at length 42.

As soon as Maya won, she took a long breath, a smile lightly formed on her face, Her tired arms lifted herself out the pool and she lay down on her back, water slowly dripping down her body, her chest rose and fell, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open as oxygen was filling her lungs.

"Our winner, Maya Le Tissier". Ella said, as the others clapped and cheered. She chuckled and sat back up, wiping her forehead.

"Tell the people, how did you do so well?".

"Practice, a lot of practice". Maya winked, staring straight at the camera.

"Where do you practice the most, the pool or gym?". Less asked.

"Neither, it's actually in the bed-".

"Okay, I think we'll end it there guys". Ella laughed, stopping the video.

"Hey, it was getting interesting". Ellie joked.

Everyone laughed.

-

After just coming back from a walk with Mocha, you heard a notification on your phone from Maya, it was a video.

You watched with pleasure as she won the race, the smirk she had on her face when she won was everything, and the comments made after. You couldn't help but feel turned on by it.

'Your so hot' You text, with a smile on your face.

'Am I?'

(Help why is the image so big idk how to change it 😭)

(I love Lucia so much, but let's pretend she's not in the photo)

'This is not okay'

'What's wrong?'

'You, I need you'.

'You can, in nine days'.

'Fuck, I can't wait that long'.

'Well then don't'.

'Right now?'

'No soon, I wanna hear it'.

"What are you smirking at Maya?". Mary joked, from across the room.

"Just tiktok". She lied.

"We all know who your texting". This made Maya's face start to blush.

"I knew it". She chuckled.

"You lot are never going to drop it are you". Maya replied, shaking her head.

"Never". They laughed.

-

Thank you for reading, hopefully I can get another part up soon!

[candyredappledragon]

part 4 [ long post warning! ]

As they finally approached where Fezandipiti is in Oni Mountain. Arven and Florian already decided to team up. Florian’s excuse was that Ogerpon’s pokeball was shaking the entire time. She wanted to let loose and finish the job but Florian isn’t going to actually let her KILL them. He needs to catch them and let them sit in the boxes for Arceus knows how long. They decided to go after Okidogi tomorrow since it was about to be night and the trek across Kitakami was tiring. If it was possible, Florian would’ve given the group a ride to make it a breeze. Unfortunately there isn’t room for five more people on the 

Arven kneeled down to his Mabosstiff as his Pokemon wagged its tail in an excited manner ready to battle and help Florian and Ogerpon.

“Haha good to see you are excited to fight, Mabosstiff. We’ll be the best support for Florian here.” Mabosstiff barked in reply as he was agreeing with Arven.

Ogerpon ran around Florian letting off steam and as well pump herself up with the upcoming battle.

“Well look who’s excited. No surprise here hehe.” Florian commented watching Ogerpon for a bit then looked over at the rest of the group. “This’ll be over before you guys know it.”

Carmine rolled her eyes. “Well I hope so. I’m tired and I want to relax a bit in my home.”

Kieran watched the group talk amongst themselves a bit far away. Something was lurking in the shadows but hid itself when Kieran noticed the presence of it.

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As Fezandipiti let out a cry of defeat. Florian quickly threw a pokeball at it, securing the capture of the bird Pokemon. Ogerpon jumped up and down in victory letting out some happy chirps. The trainer high fived Arven and the both walked over to the group with a grin on his face.

“See, it didn't take too long!” Florian said, tapping at his Rotom phone and the pokeball vanished instantaneously.

“Great! Can we head back now my feet are killing me,” Penny muttered in complaint.

Kieran was sitting on the floor of the cave away from the others but not too far. He spotted a figure hiding and soon realized it was Pecharunt coming to check on him. Kieran got up then heard a loud cry noticing it was from Ogerpon as rapid footsteps were heard.

Ogerpon had her cudgel out and her eyes were full of anger as she was about to swing at the peach Pokemon Kieran ran in front of Pecharunt in defense getting in between the two. Ogerpon stopped herself and backed off. Pecharunt was shaking like a leaf in response to Ogerpon’s aggressive behavior. She was glaring at the two lowering her cudgel a bit.

“S-sorry Ogerpon but I can’t let you hurt my friend,” Kieran said looking at her, he was scared out of his wits but he had to defend his friend.

Florian ran up to the three in confusion as others followed suit. He was confused and concerned as to what’s happening between the two parties.

“Kiki what’s going on?” Carmine asked.

“I-I should’ve said something earlier about the friend I was trying to help.” Kieran said, looking at the ground avoiding eye contact from the group. “When it first awoke the Loyal Three took notice and tried to get their hands on it. The one night before Carmine came home it followed me home.”

“Then some unfortunate things happened but we made amends…well some of it.” Kieran said sadly, going over to Pecharunt and holding it to comfort and calming it down. This angered Ogerpon more causing Kieran to gulp in worry and readying himself just in case she wanted to attack.

“Kieran… Ogerpon is clearly upset with this Pokemon. Do…do you know their history?” Florian asked.

Kieran closed his eyes in thought. “Do you remember reading the signs the first time you came to visit Kitakami? As well as learning the true story from my grandpa.”

“Yeah?”

“They’re all connected to this Pokemon and Ogerpon.”

“Huh? Then why are you helping it knowing what it did to Ogerpon?” The trainer said with a confused look on his face.

“Because.. it didn’t mean to. It didn’t mean to kill her friend. Only ordered the Loyal Three to get the masks and that’s it, it only wanted the masks and nothing more. Pecharunt is really sorry for its actions and no longer desires the masks and regrets it during the time it was dormant.”

“Kieran… I-I don’t trust it. What if it’s pretending to be weak just to attack Ogerpon and steal the masks? What then?”

“...I’ll take full responsibility for it then and fix it,” Kieran replied.

“I know you really care about Pecharunt but you can’t just be too nice towards it when it literally made its friends go and steal the masks, making Ogerpon lose her only friend during it.”

“Pecharunt said it was sorry. What can it do? Bring her friend back to life?”

“Maybe you should reconsider being friends with it and actually consider how Ogerpon feels. Didn’t you like her a lot? Why did you just change your mind after seeing it?”

Kieran hugged Pecharunt a bit tight for comfort. “B-because.. It wanted a friend. It was all alone. I was at first skeptical of it yet it didn’t do anything to me that was really bad. Yes I know it is inconsiderate of me to just casually accept Pecharunt despite what happened in the past.

“But it doesn’t mean that no one can change after learning their mistakes. I-I know I have.”

Florian sighed. “Kieran I know you see the good in everything and everyone but I just don’t think it is right to do it to some who don’t particularly deserve it. Especially Pecharunt.”

“H-huh? But...”

“I know you mean well, Kiki. But there is a limit to it and I’m not sure why you accepted it so quickly either. Despite the story and everything including Ogerpon,” Florian said, crossing his arms looking at Florian in question.

“...Doesn’t everyone deserve second chances? Why doesn’t this apply to Pecharunt?” Kieran asked meekly, his hands felt clammy. He doesn’t understand why Florian of all people aren’t trying to support or understand him. Why? What did he do wrong?

“Why does it deserve it? I’m sorry but I still just don’t trust it all.” 

“...That’s alright, Florian.” Kieran’s face darkened looking at him. “You aren’t even considering how I feel about this but how you and Ogerpon feel instead. I see how it is.”

“T-that’s not what I’m trying to say, Kieran. I just worry for your safety-”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Florian. I can take care of myself, you know.” Kieran interrupted. “I’m not that helpless.”

Florian stared at the other in shock. He didn’t know what to say or do in the matter.

“Kiki, this is just a misunderstanding. I didn’t even know the friend in question was behind the Loyal Three,” Carmine said, walking up to her little brother. “Florian is right to not trust it but-”

“But what, sis? It hasn’t done anything wrong yet and it doesn’t want to! Why can’t you believe me either?” Kieran snapped.

Carmine looked away sadly, “I’m sorry, Kiki. I somewhat agree with what Florian was saying about Pecharunt. Even considering that you adore Ogerpon to death and all. I just can hardly believe you are accepting this Pokemon despite what happened to Ogerpon. It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Pecharunt said it was sorry and isn’t going to hurt her. It’s too weak to hurt anyone. And I do like Ogerpon but I don’t know if she likes me.” Kieran muttered in reply.

“Huh? ‘Course she does! I mean c’mon you get along very well with Ogerpon when you take care of her, right?” Florian said.

Kieran shook his head. “...No, not really.”

“Oh.. I’m sorry then that was insensitive for me to assume. B-but Carmine’s point still stands.”

“Can you at least trust me then?” Kieran asked, looking at Florian with hope. Please. Please don’t say no, please, please, please.

Florian opened his mouth, “I…” Then clamped his mouth shut, going quiet.

Kieran made a fist and tightened it in anger. Digging into his pocket he brought out the love ball and chucked it at Florian's head as hard as he could. Florian muttered out an “ow” as it hit him rubbing his head.

“There! That shows how I feel,” Kieran yelled in anger, turning around, not daring to look back. “I’m going home.”

He ran off with Pecharunt in his arms heading outside to where the sun was already setting. Florian tried to reach out for him but stopped himself just standing there in silence not knowing what to do.

Carmine put a hand on Florian’s shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ll talk to him. You guys should head back to the community center and rest up for tomorrow.”

-

Kieran walked to his room and shut the door behind him. He sat on his bed and placed Pecharunt beside him causing Furret to stir awake. The furry Pokemon perked its head up noticing Kieran upset and crawled up to Kieran’s lap trying to comfort him looking up at him with a look of concern. Kieran rubbed his eyes as tears swelled up, he placed one of his hands on Furret’s head and started petting it trying to calm himself down.

[ Kieran is available for asks. ]

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

Therapy tomorrow! I’m excited

Just needed a quick processing before my zoom training. I’ve been feeling very emotionally stuck in the past again regarding my ex. I’m really not sure why my brain keeps jumping back there. I’ve just been feeling very unsafe lately and I don’t know why.

Anyway, we have this training today with one of our umbrella agencies. I’ve been battling with them since 2019 to get my last name correct. They change it and then every new training that comes out (about 2-3 times a year) there they go with my previous married name.

I’m not trying to be the drama, but it’s really bothersome seeing that name. Usually it’s just annoyance, I send an email to my boss, she tells me to email someone and cc her, she has to cut into them, and they finally change it.

This time it hasn’t rolled off my back so easy for whatever reason and I ended up having some elevated anxiety last night and honestly I think a flash back? M and I were messing around in the living room and he was trying to throw my socks at me (I leave them EVERYWHERE in the house bevsue I take them off wherever I take my shoes off. I know it annoys him I just forget! Haha) at one point he went to stuff them down my shirt (this was all playful by the way. Also they weren’t dirty haha. I wear socks for like 1 minute to take the dog outside and then I take them off immediately) but I went into instant flight mode when he grabbed my shirt. I was never explicitly physically abused (to my recollection) by my ex, there were definitely some questionable moments at the end, but my brain went instantly back to one of those questionable moments.

I went upstairs and tried to shake it off and the rest of the night was fine. Before falling asleep, I was feeling pretty anxious and when I closed my eyes, that scene with my ex kept coming into my mind. I ended up crying myself to sleep because I couldn’t get my brain off it. It was more so just feeling really sad that I went through what I went through and somewhat me questioning/processing that night/memory in 2018.

Fast forward to this morning, our tech president emailed back and said he is not able to change the name with this agency today. He told me to see if I could myself but I don’t see anywhere I have access to do that. He said to bring it up in the training.

I’m going to email my boss because I don’t know that I want to ask that question out loud. Not that I’d have to go into details but idk. Am I being over dramatic? I did not expect so many years later to have have that intense of a feeling regarding my ex. Writing this post is making my cry a bit.

I know that this other agency (and mine, except my boss) know the abuse that went on but it does upset me every time I have to see that name again

I know he holds zero power over me these days. I am states away from him with zero connections. I know that I am safe. But I’m definitely struggling today.

[teakoodrawz]

[ 💛 || cocktail kiss - Bar-tender Love / Mark_k ]

[ Mark was closing his bar tonight. he cleaned up his counter and the other, Sweet and Cap'n, heading back to their apartment room to rest. waved and said their goodnights ]

[ while customers leaving the bar. only Mark and k_k were left. as Mark finished cleaning. the cd player slide in to the counter ] " hey! got any snacks you have? maybe a drink~? "

[ Mark chuckled and nodded ] " yeah! what's it that you like~? " [ k_k hummed ] " Lemon Jelly and Lemon mojito cocktail! " [ the bartender snickered ] " you could've just get one in the fridge. "

" c'mon! I'm tired! Can you at least get me some? " [ the silly cd player spun around and laid their back down to the counter with arms stretched wide. he chuckled ] " alright alright! " [ he was heading to the kitchen to get the dessert it asked and comes back within a few seconds later. Cakes quickly got up and grabbed the whole cup and scoops with excitement and cravings. with such great cream and citrus flavor as it chews. the sweetness ] " mhh! "

[ Mark prepares the ingredients and glass for the citrus cocktail. with passion and skills. he mixed it all into a bottle shaker. shuffling. he then spins around and threw the shaker up as it spins. he catches it and continues to shake. the cd player watched him doing his process and clapped at his show. ]

[ it leaned their head down in its hand. it smiled ] " you're cute ya know? I could probably kiss you right now~ "

[ Mark stopped for a moment. he blinked and became unresponsive. he rewinded if he did heard everything right. of course he always hears that compliment from almost every girls. but with k_k strikes him double. he blushed ] " o-oh! really? well- haha I get the joke. "

" we're friends right~? " [ that question from them made him pause even more. he blinked ] " yeah. we already were! "

[ the cd player chuckled ] " not friends with benefits? " [ Mark was a little more unresponsive. he laughed ] " are you kidding me? " " Nope! " [ a single head shake and word. it tapped the counter ] " C'mon Mark. admit it! We spend our time together alot! your observations! your compliments! and purring~! "

" p-purring?! " " you purr alot when your contented with me remember.? "

" PFFFFFT--!!!! C'mon! those were just my..natural habits. you know how unbearable that was! I know i purr in other stuffs i'm contented with! " [ that was almost unbearable for him when it comes to his own desires. an orange tint of blush shows . he chuckled nerviously ]

" just admit it! And finish your cocktail by the way. "

[ Mark started remixing the flavors ] " I got nothing to hide.. trust me. "

[ without a word. the cd player slides away their creamy Lemon jelly. suddenly grabbed the shaker putted it aside and held Mark's collar. they pulled him closer ] " woah woah hey! Cakes! wha- " [ it suddenly smooched him right away ]

" ?!?!?!?! "

[ an orange tint of blush shows. his eyes were wided as he already got their first kiss together. his fan started kicking in with heartbeats pumped louder. it was only a few moments soon that Mark gave in. he closed his eyes. held them close with arms he wrapped around their neck ]

[ Then. later on. k_k pulled away and dropped him back down ] " now you wanna admit that you like me~? "

[ Mark completely froze. didn't knew k_k would even attempt to do that. he placed his palm into his own cheek. still have that visible heating blush showing. his fans still runs ] " yes... "

" good! guess there's nothing to hide anymore~! " [ he waved and continued eating his jelly. the bartender blinked ] " does Sweet and Cap'n know? " [ he looks up to k_k and asked ]

[ it nodded while eating ] " they've known it way longer than I do! "

" Longer than you realizing it-!? " [ he jumped in surprise hearing the news. k_k lip smacked ] " yeh. and go finish that damn cocktail. "

" right! right... "

[ - - - ]

[ it became even more quieter since. with an empty cup of Lemon Jelly. Mark finished making the beverage and gave it to k_k ] " there! just made it more special~ "

[ the cd player grabbed the glass with excitement. it sips. tasting the flavor of the drink with sweet and sour ] " mh! minty and sour! "

[ as it sippsed and huffed. it looked at him. humming. tapping their finger on the glass ] " wanna go for another kiss? maybe something different this time! "

[ as Mark was taking the cup. he looked up ] " what kind of kiss? "

[ k_k takes another sip and points their own mouth. Mark jumped ] " HBSAJKVHJKAD already?! " " mhm! " " now now Cakepop. swallow it now. I would love to but let's take it a little slow alright? maybe in another time? "

[ Cakes swallowed the beverage ] " that's not what I was trying to do. what i meant is that I get to drink enough and finally gargle it to make my mouth taste like minty Lemon and you get to taste it. " " oh. " [ he felt sinking. he should've at least try to think more considerating than reacting already ]

[ k_k takes a breath with their hand and sniffs to smell if it's minty and lemony enough. it nodded and then waved their hand to get Mark closer. letting the cd player his favor and then kissed. tasting the mint and citrus ]

[ only just a few moments and they both pulled away. Mark felt his heart heating even more. they're already making out this fast. he honestly never had any partners before and everything seemed new to him ]

[ sure he and k_k had been friends for a while since he met them and hired the trio to become a band for his bar. and that made Mark had a crush on the cd player. that finally suddenly made its first move ]

" do you have a blunt? "

" EKXVISGEDVXJEBXJCBF!?!?!?!?!? "

" just kidding. we could do pocky instead. I was just testing you. "

[ Mark sighed in relief. he smiled and points at the back with his thumb ] " I'll get one pack in the kitchen "

[ as Mark was walking back to the other room. he blushed more and hid his face as he mutters. without asking anything anymore. they both knew they're more than friends now ]

[ the cd player chuckled and goes back to his drink ]