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wlw-imagines · 23 hours ago

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Bleeding Heart - Penelope Garcia x Reader (Criminal Minds)

a/n: we survive another day of may prompts!!! (touch wood for the rest) - inspired by the shooting episode but not that one !

summary: Penelope Garcia was always sunshine in a dark world, always deflecting with sparkle, always dancing around her own feelings. Especially the ones she had for you.

Until the day she thought she was being a hero. Until the day she was shot.

And you were the one who found her.

Part of Mayloncholy 2025: Day Four, bleeding out of @may-lancholy

Penelope Garcia has always been a kaleidoscope of contradictions, bright colors and rapid-fire jokes, glitter eyeliner and code-cracking brilliance. And somehow, from the moment you stepped into the BAU, she decided you were worthy of being a part of her vibrant world.

Your friendship bloomed fast. She’d call you by ridiculous nicknames over the intercom, sugarplum, hotshot, divine creature of the fiber optic realm. You’d fire back with emails filled with GIFs and sarcasm, until Hotch threatened to monitor your office communications. You shared lunches, sneaking into each other’s offices with takeout and your latest string of inside jokes. No matter how heavy the cases got, Garcia was your safe place.

You fell in love with her somewhere between a poorly made sandwich and a string of midnight tech support sessions. Not all at once. More like a soft, persistent tide wearing away your defenses. But she sparkled too much, she hid too well behind her wit and whimsy, for you to ever really say it. She made you feel special, yes. But you knew that she made everyone feel that way. Every call with the team only proved your point.

Still, lately… something’s changed.

She’s been distant in ways only you would notice. Laughing too loud. Smiling too wide. Her jokes come faster now, like she’s trying to drown something out. Her eyes dart around the bullpen more. She checks her phone too often. Her coffee goes cold beside her without a single sip.

“Hey,” you ask one day, gently, catching her outside the conference room. “You okay?”

She gives you the usual grin, but it falters at the corners. “Of course, sugarplum. I’m unbreakable. Practically glitter-coated Kevlar.”

But you’re not buying it. You tilt your head. “Penelope.”

Her eyes flick away. “Don’t worry. I’ve just been chasing a weird lead. Nothing big. It’ll shake out.”

You want to push. But her walls are wrapped in pink tulle and charm, and she’s built them high. So you just let her brush past you.

That night, you stare at your inbox a little too long, rereading one of her old messages.

From: Garcia, Penelope Subject: World’s Most Beautiful Human (Spoiler: It’s You)

Hey you. Just wanted to remind you that you’re doing an amazing job and I love sharing air with you. Now go crack that case like the radiant badass you are.

You smile, even as your chest aches.

She’s always known how to say the things you need to hear. But lately, she’s forgotten how to let you say them back.

And deep down, you can feel it coming, that moment when her shine won’t be enough to hide whatever’s going on. You just don’t know that it’s racing toward you faster than either of you can see.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

The call came just after dusk. You knew something was wrong the moment you saw her name on your phone. Not the usual flurry of emojis. No playful subject line.

Just: Need a favor. Meet me in the back lot behind that old bakery on 7th. Come alone.

You didn’t hesitate.

By the time you pulled into the near-empty lot, the sun was fading behind the rooftops. You spotted her car immediately—parked off to the side, tucked beneath the shadows of a flickering streetlamp. Garcia stood beside it, jacket drawn tight against the wind, her blonde hair glowing faintly in the dim light. She looked smaller than usual. Folded in on herself. Nervous.

You were already halfway to her when it happened.

One crack. Sharp and cruel.

The gunshot tore through the quiet like a scream.

She dropped.

Your legs moved before your brain caught up. You sprinted, slipping on gravel, knees slamming hard against the ground as you slid beside her. Blood bloomed across her blouse, vivid and terrible. Her hands clutched at her stomach, shaking. Her lips parted in pain and then softened when she saw you.

“Oh,” she breathed, voice feather-light. “Hi.”

“Penelope.” You were already tearing off your jacket, pressing it to her wound, your hands slick with her blood. “Hey. Hey. Stay with me. Okay? I’ve got you.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t think he’d actually…” Her lashes fluttered. “I thought I was being smart.”

“You are smart. You’re brilliant. And brave. And- Jesus, just... don’t talk, okay? Help’s coming. Just hold on.” Your voice cracked around the edges. You pressed harder against the wound, willing the bleeding to stop, to slow, anything.

She grimaced. “I messed it up, didn’t I?”

“Don’t say that.”

“I meant to do it properly. To do a good job, worthy of the team.” Her fingers curled weakly around your wrist.

You shook your head, heart pounding against your ribs like it was trying to punch its way out. “You did, you did. But, Pen, none of that matters. Just stay with me.”

Behind you, tires screeched. Doors slammed. Morgan’s voice, sharp, panicked, echoed from somewhere far away. But your world had narrowed to her pale face, her shallow breaths, the way she looked at you like you were the only thing keeping her tethered.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, over and over. “You’re okay. Just keep looking at me.”

Her eyes fluttered. She tried to smile. “I was going to make a joke about dying dramatically in your arms, but it’s less funny now.”

“You’re not dying.”

“You’re very convincing.” Her breath hitched.

“Good. Then believe me.” You leaned closer, voice trembling. “Please. Stay.”

And as the sirens wailed down the street, she blinked up at you, eyes full of fear and something else.

Something she’d been hiding behind all the sparkle.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

The sirens are close now. Red and blue lights begin to flash against the buildings. You can hear shouting, voices you know, footsteps pounding on pavement, but all of it is background noise.

You only see her.

Penelope's skin is too pale, her breath too shallow. You keep pressure on the wound with one hand, and with the other, you brush her damp hair back from her face. She's still conscious, but just barely. Her lips tremble when she tries to speak.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Eyes on me, okay? Just keep looking at me.”

"That's easy to do," She nods faintly. Then winces. Her eyes flutter. “I didn’t want this.”

“You didn’t want what?”

Her hand lifts, slow, shaking, and curls loosely in your shirt. It’s barely a grip, more a touch, but it’s enough to make your heart break.

“It to end like this,” she whispers.

“Penelope…” You lean in closer. Her breath brushes your cheek.

“I always thought... if I kept it light, if I was the fun one… the safe one… maybe I wouldn’t ruin anything.”

“Ruin what?”

She gives a faint, broken laugh. “Us. You. I love you, okay? I love you so much it hurts. And now I’m bleeding all over your shoes and this is- this is the worst first confession in the history of confessions.”

Your chest tightens so hard it steals your breath. For a moment, all you can do is look at her, at the way her mascara has smudged just under one eye, at the desperate hope barely hanging on in her expression.

She loves you.

And she’s saying it now, like it’s her last chance. Like she thinks you might not want it. Like she doesn’t know you’ve been in love with her for years.

You swallow hard. “Penelope-”

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like this.” Her voice cracks. “But I didn’t want to die without telling you. Even if it makes things worse. Even if you don’t feel the same. I just- I needed you to know.”

“Stop,” you say, voice shaking. “Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay.”

She tries to smile again, but it slips. Her eyes well up, one tear spilling down her temple.

“I’m scared,” she admits.

“I know,” you whisper, forehead pressing gently against hers. “I’ve got you. You’re not alone.”

Her fingers twitch, curling tighter into your shirt.

“I love you,” she murmurs again, barely audible.

And then her eyes slide closed.

“Penelope-!”

But the EMTs are there now, pulling you back, lifting her onto a stretcher with fast, practiced hands. You scramble after them, heart in your throat.

You can still feel her confession echoing through you.

It came like a storm, like a last breath, terrifying and true.

You just hope she’s still awake to hear yours.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

The ambulance is a blur of red lights and urgency. The siren wails, but you barely register it over the roar in your own head.

You’re holding her hand.

You won’t let go.

She’s not unconscious, not really, just somewhere between here and there. Her lashes flutter now and then. Her chest rises and falls, shaky but present. The paramedics work around you, calling out numbers, inserting IVs, trying to stabilise the bleeding. One of them tries to move you back.

“She stays calm when I’m here,” you protest, and something in your voice must land, because they let you be. They let you be to murmur your versions of 'I love you' over and over again, just hoping they get through to her. She has to hear your words.

The hospital doors fly open. She disappears behind them, swallowed by white walls and urgency. You stand there, frozen, hands sticky with her blood, your jacket abandoned in the ER bay, soaked through and useless.

And it hits you.

She said she loved you.

She said it like it was goodbye.

You don’t remember sitting down. You don’t remember your knees giving out, but suddenly Morgan’s there, crouched in front of you, and Hotch is saying something low to a nurse, and JJ presses a coffee into your hand even though it’s the last thing you want.

None of it matters.

Not until someone steps out, hours later, in scrubs with tired eyes and says, “She made it through surgery. She’s stable now.”

You’re up before they finish the sentence.

The room is too white, too quiet. Machines beep softly. There’s a bandage under her gown. A line of monitors tracing her heartbeat. She’s pale, but she’s here. Her eyes open when she hears the door.

And her first words are: “Were those ‘I love you’s real, or just CPR-induced delirium?”

Your laugh catches in your throat. You cross to her in three strides and sit at the edge of the bed, careful of wires and bandages.

“So real,” you say, and your voice breaks. “Inconveniently real.”

She smiles. It’s small, but it’s her.

You reach for her hand again. This time, it’s warm. Weak, but warm.

“I meant it,” you whisper. “All of it. And not just because I thought I might lose you. I’ve loved you for a long time, Penelope. I just didn’t know how to say it. And now I don’t care how late it is. I just care that you’re here to hear it.”

Her eyes shine, and for once, she doesn’t deflect - doesn't crack a joke. She just lets the truth settle between you, soft and certain.

“That’s a good line,” she murmurs. “You should write it down.”

You chuckle, brushing a thumb over the back of her hand. “I will. I’ll write it all down, if you want me to.”

“I do,” she says.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

The first night after surgery is the longest of your life.

You refuse to leave the hospital.

The staff gives up trying to shoo you off after the fourth time. You curl up in a plastic chair beside her bed, clutching her hand like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered. Maybe it is.

She drifts in and out of sleep. Each time her eyelids flutter, you sit up straighter. When she winces, you squeeze her hand and murmur, “I’m here.”

You are.

You’re not going anywhere.

The team comes in shifts. Morgan brings takeout you barely touch. JJ kisses Penelope’s forehead while she’s sleeping and whispers, “Don’t you dare pull a stunt like that again.” Hotch doesn’t say much, but he stays longer than anyone, leaves a cup of strong coffee on the windowsill with a nod in your direction. Spencer shows up with a blanket and a book of crossword puzzles. “For when she’s awake enough to cheat,” he says.

But through it all, the quiet, the buzzing machines, the sterile hum of the hospital, it’s you she stirs for.

You, she looks for when she blinks groggily awake.

“You stayed,” she rasps.

“Obviously.”

She gives a weak smile. “Knew I picked the right person to confess to.”

You laugh softly. “You did. And you’re not getting rid of me now. I’m afraid it’s a whole new level of inconvenient love.”

Her chuckle turns into a wince. “Don’t make me laugh, I might rupture something.”

“Okay, okay, no jokes. Just… healing. And me. And rom-coms. And sneaking you things the nurses would kill me for.”

She perks up a little. “Coffee?”

“Eventually,” you grin. “We’ll negotiate.”

The days blur but this time, in the soft way.

You learn her schedule of meds better than the nurses. You fluff her pillows without asking. You argue about which movies to rewatch (she wins, obviously). She grumbles about the flavorless hospital food until you smuggle in soup from her favorite deli. She lets you help her brush her hair when she’s too tired to lift her arm, leans into your touch like she’s surprised it feels so good.

One afternoon, she catches you staring at her.

“What?” she asks, suspicious.

You shrug, eyes warm. “Just… still can’t believe I get to keep you.”

Her expression softens, all defenses forgotten. “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I know. But I wanted to. I always wanted to.”

She takes your hand, this time without hesitation, and brushes her lips against your knuckles. “No more deflecting?”

“Only into your arms, babycakes,” she murmurs.

And just like that, in a room that once held pain and fear, you feel something new take root.

Something stronger than a bullet.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Recovery doesn’t happen all at once.

Some days are easy. She teases the nurses, flirts shamelessly with you when they’re not looking, and insists her hospital gown is a 'bold fashion statement.' Other days, she’s too tired to joke. Her body aches. Her hands shake. Sometimes she stares off into the distance, somewhere far away from you, her thoughts darker than she wants to admit.

You stay for all of it.

You learn what she needs before she asks. A blanket when the AC kicks on. A new playlist when she’s sick of reruns. The perfect amount of sugar in her coffee (which you continue sneaking in, despite the nurse’s death glare). You bring her things to do: crosswords, books, a glittery notebook labelled 'Revenge Plots & Recovery Plans.'

She loves that notebook more than she admits.

“Did you write this one?” she asks one afternoon, holding up a handmade card tucked into her lunch tray.

“I plead the fifth.”

“It’s got glitter and a pun.”

“I know what you like.”

She beams. “You’re disgustingly adorable.”

“I learned from the best.”

Her smile fades a little then, goes soft around the edges. She reaches for your hand.

“You know… it doesn’t scare me. That you saw me like that. Bleeding. Broken.”

You squeeze her fingers. “I was scared enough for the both of us.”

“I know.” Her thumb brushes over your knuckles. “But it means something, doesn’t it? That I didn’t have to be sunshine for you to stay. Right?”

You lean closer. “I stayed because I love you. Even when you’re scared. Even when you’re quiet. Even when you’re throwing Jell-O at the wall because they forgot the whipped cream.”

“That was one time.”

You smile. “So far.”

She laughs and this time, it doesn’t hurt.

Later, when they finally clear her for a short walk, you help her down the hallway. She leans into your side, grumbling about ugly slippers, IV poles, and the indignity of hospital socks. But when you pause at the window and the light hits her just right, golden and soft and alive, she goes quiet.

“You okay?” you ask.

She nods. Then, “I almost died. I almost didn’t get this part.”

You don’t look away. “But you did.”

She turns to you slowly. “Can I kiss you now? Or do I need a doctor’s note?”

You grin. “I can always forge one.”

And when she leans in, careful, tentative, warm, it’s everything. All the flirting, the jokes, the near-misses, the missed chances… it all melts into this one, quiet kiss.

Soft. Sure. Real.

She sighs against your lips. “Definitely not delirium.”

You laugh. “Welcome back, Penelope.”

She grins. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”

You press your forehead to hers. “Good. Because I wasn’t done loving you yet.”

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dany36 · 19 hours ago

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need to properly lay out my thoughts regarding xcxde + chapter 13 in order to fully heal and move on from the biggest mess and insult to a fandom i’ve ever had the displeasure to play. so, after 120 hours of gameplay, below are my very long messy thoughts about the good, the bad, and the ugly about xcxde+ch13 (obviously with spoilers).

never in my WILDEST dreams did i ever think the official expansion and “conclusion” to one of the most interesting and intriguing cliffhangers i’ve ever had the pleasure to experience in one of my all-time favorite video games would leave me beyond disappointed, disillusioned, bewildered, and just. angry. but before we get into what sucked about the whole experience, let’s start out with the good.

the many QOL updates. i only played the original xcx once (back when it first released) and i didn’t remember a lot of details about the game, so obviously when i booted up my wii u file while taking a break from xcxde to check on some stuff, i was honestly pleasantly surprised at all the little tweaks they made that just make experiencing the first 12 chapters a much more enjoyable/easier experience. being able to change the time from the main menu, quick cooldown, the new explanations given to overdrive, having to trigger the flight module by jumping in midair instead of automatically triggering when just jumping once, playable BLADEs leveling up with you even if you don’t have them in your party, being able to switch active party members with ease in the menu, they got rid of BLADE levels which in turn means you don’t have to level up your field skills to be able to discover certain treasures across the world, and i’m probably missing more but those are just some of the ones that immediately jumped out at me.

new “don’t worry” version. hey, if it wasn’t for xcxde we wouldn’t have the sick new improved version of don’t worry, so i’ll give it that. honestly can’t believe just how fucking good it is.

the graphics. xcx was already gorgeous to look at, but again, after going back to the wii u version briefly, it really does make certain environments even more stunning to look at, namely noctilum at night and sylvalum as a whole. planet mira is just a wonder to explore and the new graphics make it even more enjoyable to do so.

well, that was short, but honestly like 95% of xcx is so fucking good so i mean how much more could you improve upon perfection? :) so now for the bad:

hairstyles and some customizations for mims are still locked based on the base you choose. having played games like dragon’s dogma 2, monster hunter wilds, and baldur’s gate 3, the lack of customizations available was shocking but EVEN MORE so the fact that they’re further limited depending on the face base that you use. sure they added some hairstyles inspired by characters from xc2/xc3 but as far as i’m aware, that was the extent of the new “additions” made to the character customization. just…underwhelming to say the least.

armor is still gender-locked. again, it’s 2025, i know the game released almost 10 years ago but the fact that they didn’t think to remove this limitation is just….annoying. it was just disappointing to see how vastly different some of the fashion gear was between male/female characters, especially because a lot of the times i would see male gear that i would want to put on my female cross, but then i would try it on my cross and it would just look completely different both in styling and colors. eye-roll inducing.

you're still just a rookie. this isn't really something "bad" but just something i think it's kinda funny/weird that, even though your cross has helped save humanity twice over now and even was able to pilot the ares prime, the gang still call you "rook". like oh ok, if saving humanity twice isn't enough to gain a rank up from "rook" then idk what will lol. i know why they do it but i think of what they did with granblue fantasy relink in that they call your character "captain" no matter what gender you play as and i thought that worked well enough, so idk maybe it would have been cool if they could have come up with some gender-neutral/non-specific-name term to give you other than....rook. lol. anyways just nitpicking here.

and of course, i’ve bitched about this one so much in other posts but i have to mention my biggest disappointment when playing through chapters 1-12: the downgrade that was the face redesign of elma’s mim form. when the trailer for xcxde dropped, of course i was BEYOND thrilled that the moment xcx fans had been waiting for YEARS to come had FINALLY arrived, even if nintendo/monolith did it in a way that i thought was disrespectful in that it was just randomly dropped and not part of any nintendo direct. to my absolute horror, when they showed what elma looked like, it felt like i had been punched in the face. sure i was getting the xcx switch port/remake that i had been DYING to see and bitching about to anyone that would listen, but my excitement quickly turned into despair at seeing just what they had done to one of my all-time favorite characters ever. and thankfully judging from other people’s reactions with good taste, i was not the only that thought just how OFF and honestly at times even UGLY her new mim face looks compared to her wii u mim (thank you to those folks out there because i seriously thought i was just being my typical supreme hater self). and it’s just baffling because i thought everyone else’s redesign looked ok or even better than in the wii u version (minus the fact that they made celica’s ears waaaay smaller because monolith are fucking cowards and god forbid her long ears make her look unappealing), but they decided to fuck around with elma’s face/hair even more than others and just make her look so fucking unpleasing to look at.

and it might sound like i’m overreacting but honestly seeing elma’s face in some of the cutscenes was just painful to watch for me, it was the ONLY thing that was keeping me from enjoying this remake to its fullest, so much so that (and i’m not joking) after pretty much every cutscene that would heavily feature elma, i would go to youtube and look up the same cutscene but in the wii u version just so that i can cleanse my eyes and remember just how good she looked. because honestly her wii u mim form was and is STILL GOOD, but no of course they had to fuck up her face features to fit in that awful new style that they have been pushing since xc2 came out because god forbid they try to have a unique style like with xc1 and the original xcx.

so of course i was completely BAFFLED. SHOCKED. but pleasantly surprised!! when elma reveals her true form in chapter 12 and….she LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE WII U TRUE FORM ELMA. bro. WHAT???? WHAT??????? yeah i was beyond fucking THRILLED: the moment i had been dreading for the entire ch1-12 playthrough was that elma would reveal her true form and it would look just as fucked up as her mim version. but no, they THANKFULLY left it completely alone and just used the EXACT same face model as the wii u version but just upped the graphics a bit to fit with the remake. like, WHY. WHY couldn’t they do the same thing to her mim form?? the facial differences between her DE mim form and true form are just staggering when compared to the wii u. they just had to fuck up a perfectly good mim elma for no reason other than….i don’t fucking know honestly. even her xc2 form looks better than whatever the hell they decided to do for xcxde, and i HATE the styling direction they went with xc2 overall so that just says a lot that i’d be willing to take xc2 mim elma over xcxde mim elma.

but i was like ok, if my BIGGEST complaint with xcxde is the fact that her mim form is just terribly unpleasing to look at, i can live with that because now that i can use her true form in-game, i don’t have to want to cry out in despair every time a cutscene zooms up on elma’s face. i can now do chapter 13 and enjoy the cutscenes at least, and then, after that’s said and done, i could continue to 100% the exploration of my beautiful and beloved planet mira that i just love to no end. sure i had been hearing from two people thus far that the new chapter was bad, but really, how bad could it be? i felt nothing with xc2’s ending and honestly was ambivalent about xc3’s future redeemed as well. like i was just so over the connectivity between the games at that point and how they were doing some bullshit cinematic universe across all xenoblades instead of them being standalone games like the tales of series and to an extent the zelda games. all i wanted was to find out what they would do with the cliffhanger at the end of the original game and find out really truly what it was about this planet.

but man i was so wrong. so so so so so beyond wrong. because really the ugly about xcxde, a game in which 90% of it is so perfect and gorgeous to enjoy, is chapter 13. all of it, absolutely all of it, is just tedious, uninteresting, exhausting, eye-roll inducing, baffling, ANNOYING, and an absolute fucking pain to experience. if you’re an xc2/xc3 enjoyer, you might wanna stop reading here if anyone actually had the patience and interest in getting this far. :)

actually, before i dive in to everything that i absolutely despised about this sorry-excuse of a chapter that just seems to be a monolithsoft’s senior executive shitty ass fanfic that they forced upon everyone, let me talk about a few things that i DID enjoy

new true form elma artwork along with a glimpse at elma’s planet and origins. in act 1 when they’re talking about elma’s planet, we get some cool new artwork of true form elma that just honestly blew me away. i was like wow, ok, maybe ch13 won’t be so bad. i’m glad they talked about elma’s planet a little bit and how it is that she escaped, because although in the original xcx they talk about how elma comes to the planet to warn about the war that will come to destroy earth, it was interesting (and honestly sad) to learn that her planet had been destroyed and so was trying to avoid the humans from suffering the same fate as her people. cus honestly i just thought she was just some benevolent alien that had come to help the humans have a chance of survival. and i mean yeah she’s still all of that but now with the added fact that we get a further look into what she suffered through was just compelling and added a layer to a character i already deeply love.

hearing lin and elma again. hey i’ll take the small wins. hearing lin and elma’s original VAs come back and give a performance that honestly sounded like no time had passed between ch12 and ch13 was just so good and pleasing to hear. what a fantastic pair of characters with stellar VAs to match. #blessed

omomo makes an appearance in act 2. i ran into omomo in ch1-12 while exploring sylvalum and her dialogue, which briefly discusses who she is and why she is at the north delusion summit (one of the coolest places in sylvalum imo) captivated me. i was like wow, this is what i fucking love about xcx where even a random npc you bump into in the overworld is able to convey a short yet emotional story on their own. so it was really cool and satisfying to see that they used her in act 2 when you’re trying to evacuate all of the xenoforms into the manon ship.

absolutely no forced romance between elma and al. honestly what i was most afraid of when al first shows up and elma’s attitude towards him is that of a resentful partner that was abandoned by her significant other and thus has to continue the fight for humanity’s survival alone without their help. ever since xc2 this series has loved to push male and female protags together in a way that just feels unsatisfying and forced, so of course when i see this conventionally attractive joe shmoe come out of nowhere and elma is being so cold and resentful towards him, i immediately felt weirded out. elma isn’t a very emotional character to begin with, and even when the most crucial moment in the story comes where they find the lifehold core and have to fight a horde of ganglion to get to it, she remains as calm and collected as ever. i mean, we’re talking about the moment that she and humanity have been fighting for all this time: survival in planet mira. but she still stays level-headed, and i think the only moment in the game we briefly see her lose her cool is when she’s pointing the gun at lao and is telling lin to get out of the way.

i mean sure she later warms up to him and we get some flashback scenes of elma crying out in desperation trying to convince al to not sacrifice himself in the fight against the ghosts and so we see that she deeply cares for him. and then even in the ending when al is rescued from void’s clutches, we once again see elma (and lin) get very emotional and teary-eyed that he’s (to my despair) still alive. this is honestly the moment i thought she was gonna give him a kiss or even a hug, but to my delightful surprise, monolithsoft had the decency to just leave it at that. i was so worn out and fed up by having to slog through rex/pyra and mio/noah when playing through xc2/xc3 that i honestly would have fucking lost it and burned my copy of xcxde right then and there if they had decided to push their friendship (for my mental sake i will choose to read it that way) beyond that.

and thank fucking god that’s where the extent of the relationship between the two of them stopped, because, and to start getting into everything else that i despised about chapter 13, al is just one of the worst aspects of chapter 13. i have my problems with rex, but in the end to me he’s just a stupid annoying kid (and later an obnoxious man), and i didn’t like noah for several reasons but he was tolerable and i didn’t outright despise him when playing through xc3, just again felt annoyed at his interactions and reactions with the rest of the xc3 characters. but al? god where do i even begin with this insufferable excuse of a male protagonist that seems like that same senior executive at monolithsoft forced their own incredibly obnoxious, unappealing, condescending, unfunny, detestable OC to become a central point in this new chapter.

like do i even have to talk about how fucking annoying and not funny his whole “how’s it poppin’” act is or can we all agree that’s just a given? who the HELL thought giving such an aggravating catchphrase and “inside-joke” to the new guy was gonna go over well? actually what am i talking about, this is the same franchise whose fans loved xc2 so i’m sure there’s people out there who just find this whole terrible marvel-like humor so funny and is going to be such a great inside-joke for the xcxde community “har “har”. god it was especially so grating when the whole gang is just standing in a circle and they’re going around being like “oh! oh! ask ME the question so i can have my turn running this so-called joke fucking further into the ground!” and those forced laugh tracks after each one? what the hell? at least with lin’s tatsu jokes we would get them spaced out and it was just something between the two of them, they certainly weren’t having elma or hell even MY cross join in on the “joke” and forced to become a part of it.

like the fact that this whole rehearsed act becomes a central part of al’s interactions with others and actually builds up for it to be an attempted heartfelt moment when they give you no choice at the end but to fucking say the line in order to “bond” with al and have both of you pilot the ares prime to defeat the big evil baddie, is just…….bewildering. it took away any potential serious emotional impact that scene could have had and it was just in my personal opinion ruined by monolithsoft’s insistence in making this gag so relevant in the story. and having the colonel also join in on the whole thing? oh boy.

“oh but dany it’s just one silly recurring gag, al doesn’t sound that bad then!” i WAS trying to be more open to al’s character despite this annoying joke, but his first affinity mission just took away any possibility i had at even remotely liking his character. usually affinity missions would always make me go from being indifferent towards a character to getting to actually like that character and being like, ok, you know what, you’re pretty cool! happened with yelv, neilnail (i was a bit iffy towards her at first but grew to like her by her second affinity mission), hope, frye and phog, and even fucking hb who is even more arrogant than al! but fucking al’s affinity mission? first of all, the fact that he insists on calling elma, aka the fucking colonel that everyone rightfully respects because hello she’s the whole fucking reason they’ve managed to be alive so far, “princess” is just disgusting, condescending, patronizing, and just….what the fuck? might be a localization issue, but seriously, is no one else bothered by that?? what??? at first i thought i had missed something in elma’s backstory in act1 where she actually might have possibly mentioned that she was something of a royalty (because honestly just playing through chapter13 was giving me headache), but no, this fucking asshole really does call elma “princess” as an attempt to what? be funny? another one of his fucking annoying-ass jokes? like bro, just shut up. if there’s one way to make me hate a male character is by giving female characters patronizing nicknames like that. just fuck off.

and then the affinity mission actually consists in al being like, YO, prove yourself to me because i don’t actually believe you’re as good as elma says, as if we have anything to prove to this asshole. they really did manage to show his most insufferable and loathsome side instead of showing a side that would actually get you to warm up to him like many other affinity missions have. and then when you beat his stupid ass he’s like “actually no you still failed to pass my test by some arbitrary measure that only i know about”. like the whole affinity mission makes it seem like you’re going to be al’s successor, they talk about him needing someone to “take over his duty” as if he’s gonna somehow die or that cross actually needs to step it up to the plate (more than we already have? lol), but like no dude. you’re still alive at the end so what was even the point of making such a big deal about finding al’s successor?

and thank god i didn’t waste my time playing through chapter 13 by actually trying to raise his affinity to be able to do his second affinity mission, because i just looked it up some moments ago and oh boy. you mean to tell me that this guy, that supposedly everyone loves because he’s some bigshot hero who came from the army and is the “chosen one” to pilot the ares prime, actually becomes some tantrum-throwing big baby when poor little hero boy can’t get some pizza and so he decides to actually insult service workers and yells at them in the same condescending tone until he gets what he wants???? hooooow. how is this real. how is this a character my cross is supposed to grow close to. he tries to relay the job of gathering the ingredients for HIS pizza to you and even at the end tries to take credit for the whole thing even though you helped him with it. whatfucking ever. i know every “hero” character has his flaws but my god. just can’t believe this is the route they decided to go with in regards to his affinity missions. talk about wasted potential. yes he talks about how much love he has for humanity and how if he sets a goal he pursuits it to no end and all these other “hero” qualities but like…..ok cool talk bro, you’re still annoying to deal with.

one other thing i didn’t like about how the game approaches your interactions with him is that, the game choices really try to either really really get you to like him to the point of fawning over him, OR for some reason push you to glare at him with envy. like nah, i’m not envious of this obnoxious hero, i just find him fucking annoying lol. thanks though.

and speaking of hero, and this might just me being bitter at this point about this joe shmoe, but i thought it was….hmmm….actually kind of bothersome how everyone is hailing him as the big hero when…really if it wasn’t for elma and her efforts, all these people would be dead and there would be no humans to speak of. yes i know others recognize that even in act1 where doug says that if it weren’t for elma they wouldn’t be alive, but idk i always saw elma as the main protagonist of xcx and our cross just riding along so seeing this self-insert OC come in and take all the glory for something that’s mentioned in half a sentence in the original xcx intro (that i always imagined was elma tbh?) and thus become the new focal point of this new story (when again elma is the focal point in ch1-12) just rubbed me the wrong way and was just not a good start for me towards taking a liking towards al, so i guess he was doomed from the start for me. so actually you know what, maybe i AM envious of him, but of the screentime he took from elma lol.

anyway enough about that tiresome oc, i don’t know how much i wanna spend time talking about the new villain void. like his motivations was about wanting to find out what death really is because he was imprisoned by the samaar for fucking around with the conduit and bringing the ghosts to appear. lol ok i’m sorry am i supposed feel SORRY for him?? ch13 did something that i aaaaabsolutely despise in storytelling: waiting to tell you about a villain’s background and motivations after they’re dead in an attempt to humanize him. the last game i played that did this was tales of arise and i absolutely loathed it. what’s the point of you telling me what his origin was and where his motivations come from when i already killed him and he was fucking annoying to deal with the whole entire time. by this point i don’t care, he’s dead and i’m glad he’s gone. if you want to humanize a villain and make his death seem tragic, idk maybe try to do that THROUGHOUT the story’s arc so that his motivations aren’t a fucking afterthought??? it was so fucking when al is like “oh by the way i got this vision of void while i was trapped check it out” like monolith come the fuck onnnnnn you can do better than thaaaat.

his whole final form and fight was just stupid too, reminded me of xc3’s and how i was just so tired by the time it happened. i was so over void by that point that i didn’t find him scary or threatening at all, compared to what i felt when i first fought luxaar in his vita: this is the villain that really wants to end humanity at all costs. but void? just a bunch of big talk and taunting but just so overdone and childish. for being an all-powerful being or whateverthefuck he really was just standing there as he was being stabbed over and over by huge lances that were diminishing his power and going “oughh!!! my cores!!! :( “ each time he’d get hit. like. oh my god. i can’t believe i actually played through this.

honestly who cares about void, i don’t want to spend more than two paragraphs on him. i’ll just end it with saying that void was an overall unappealing, uninteresting, tedious villain, and yet another eyeroll-inducing aspect of ch13. execution just fell so flat for me. moving on!

and now for the pacing of it all. i don’t know how to even begin talking about this aspect because, while yes there were some bits that were interesting (elma’s backstory for example), even though the arcs themselves were long in comparison to ch1-12’s story missions, i felt like….there was barely even anything interesting or engaging going on most of the time? the arcs are so cutscene heavy because of course they have to set the stage of the new problem the gang is facing, and everyone is talking about oh we have to evacuate all the xenoforms onto the manon ship and also make preparations for the ship to be able to escape using ares’s cores, so there is very little if any gameplay in itself during acts 1 and 2. i just felt like the arcs just dragged on and on and on with just filler that ultimately provided very little satisfaction to the overall storytelling. maybe it’s so jarring because, like i mentioned, the original story missions aren’t THIS cutscene heavy, and they’re way shorter in comparison, but provide much more compelling content and interesting content in between, while all three acts are just filled with URGENT we have to save this manon! and now for some al hijinks :) and now for some backstory! hey now go rescue these two random NPCs! idk the whole thing just seemed off to me and i was just NOT enjoying the pacing of it all.

and i was just baffled by the whole thing because, of course the question that any original xenoblade x had in mind was, just WHAT is it about the planet? that’s what we had been waiting to find out since 2015 and….the fact we don’t see ch13 even start to address what could be done to find out more about this was just weird! are we ever gonna get to find out what makes mira so special?

oh right. there was no time to address the biggest aspect fans had been waiting for all this time of course. because right away, your main mission starting within one minute of act 1 starting is to get out of the fucking planet you’ve come to know and love since it’s about to fucking disappear.

sigh.

you know, i could have just accepted the new unlikable hero, i could have accepted the uninteresting and tiresome new villain and its poor way of talking about its motivations, i could have been fine with the new acts dragging on and on and on and just the weird pacing of it all, i could have been fine with of course them wanting to SOMEHOW tie xenoblade x to the numbered games because god knows everything has to be tied nowadays, but here’s the part that hurts the most as an original xcx fan and the part that finally put the nail on the coffin on chapter13:

planet mira’s fate. how. hooooow do you base an entire game’s premise (both story and gameplay) around such a beautiful, unique planet and decide, you know what, FUCK the fans and their affection towards this planet, mira needs to die because who gives a shit about finding more about its many mysteries we left unsolved in the original game. like, did this new monolithsoft senior executive come in and be like, you know what, my self-insert OC had no hand in helping humanity build a new life in mira and new la, so let’s just throw all of it away and make them move to a NEW planet! honestly i just have to make up some villain in my head at this point because how do i even begin to start making sense of it???

it’s honestly a fucking insult and a spit on every original xcx fan’s face. first of all, the whole game puts SOOOO much emphasis on exploring every single corner of mira and mapping it all out and discovering its secrets. it’s unreal seeing just how much love and care the original developers put into creating such a fantastic otherworldy environment, giving us an experience that i honestly think no other game has been able to even come CLOSE to replicating because let’s be honest, you just take one look at noctilum or sylvalum and you just fucking fall in love with the whole damn planet. the game is always boasting about mira being humanity’s new home and so of course you come to love it and grow fond of it. you WANT to explore every single corner and install all of those data probes! the game incites you to complete its exploration to 100% because this is your new home! you have to get to know it! even elma says she wants to take a vacation to explore mira on her own time because the planet fascinates her to no end!

and there’s so much mystery surrounding it too, even before you get to the infamous cliffhanger at the end. elma points out in an early chapter how it’s weird that you’re able to communicate with all sorts of different species in English even though obviously you all come from different places. other NPCs point this out as well. so what is in the planet that is able to translate their words? professor B’s sidequests also talk about him wanting to discover mira’s secrets and that’s why he stays in this…current time and doesn’t go back to the future or whatever. and of course elma’s now-famous quote of “something about this planet” that gets repeated at least three times throughout the whole game. like, there’s so much build up scattered through ch1-12 regarding mira that, when you finally get to the cliffhanger at the end and you find out that the whole database has been destroyed since they landed on mira and it makes absolutely no sense that they haven’t flopped over and died.

so yeah, so many interesting and compelling things about mira left to answer that it’s just INFURIATING and OUTRAGEOUS for monolithsoft to just ignore ALL of that buildup, all of that worldbuilding, to just come in and be like “yeah actually we’re not gonna answer ANY of that, we don’t know WHAT the fuck we were thinking when we kept emphasizing it was something about the planet mira itself and so we’re just gonna create these convoluted, unsatisfying, rushed acts to get you to come to terms that you need to forget all about that and blow up the planet ‘cus we sure as hell are not gonna expand properly on what actually was the biggest, most intriguing cliffhanger in the series”.

like. what. WHAT. seriously??? is this REALLY what the original xcx team had planned for mira’s fate all of those years ago when the cliffhanger first happened? i REFUSE to believe that the same team that worked on the original xcx is the same team that worked on this fucking mess of a poorly-written start-over fanfic bullshit. and if it is, maybe it’s time i stop giving this company my money because obviously after xcx, this company has just lost the charm and wonder that originally made me fall in love with the original xc1 and xcx. like haha yeah just kidding, there really was nothing about the planet and instead you all live on cus of the abyss…or the rift…or whatever the fuck holds all of your souls and that’s why you get to live on! like i think that was briefly talked about and then never touched again and i might have misunderstood but whatever, who gives a fuck? certainly not monolithsoft.

because WHAT is it with monolith’s obsession with going like “haha never mind! let’s just start over in a new world!” they did it with xc1 which fine whatever first game in the series, but then again in xc3, and now xcx?? the whole time playing chapter13 i kept foolishly thinking that somehow we would come back to mira cus it’s like lol, NO WAY they will do the whole “let’s start over!” for the THIRD time in the series and ruin one of THE most beautiful and unique aspects of the game. i even wasn’t making a big deal of omomo wanting to stay in mira and the other dude obsessed with mira’s lifeforms because i was like, haha no worries guy, somehow we will undo these dematerialization events and mira will be safe at last! ← not delusional at all. little did i know. little did i know that monolith has just gone off the deep end and they really would rather blow it all up than actually take some time to further elaborate on their original concept because god knows they’ve lost their magic touch for compelling storytelling/worldbuilding and can only think of one (1) way to end their games now apparently: just start over!

and it’s like, somehow they tried to have their cake and eat it too or at least (shittily) appease some of the fans with being like “haha no worries guys, we can find a way to preserve mira’s life and replicate it in the new world by just going over to each region and inspecting this one specific form to copy aaalllll of the lifeforms data!! haha isn’t that neat?” excuse me are you guys fucking dumb, what’s to say that they will even be able to survive in a new planet??? what the hell?? yeah just briefly inspect these datapoints and boom, problem solved!!! how fucking lazy could they have gotten with this? and that “new” planet that they find at the end? look i don’t know if it’s some planet that’s already established in the xeno series (i honestly don’t care), but how is it that they say hey look a new planet, that’s our new home :) ? like, yeah sure let me just go out into the universe and try to establish life in the first fucking random planet i find. jfc.

after SO MANY years of foolishly and anticipatedly waiting for a continuation to one of the most interesting cliffhangers i’ve ever had the pleasure to experience in a video game, monolith comes out and spits on, stomps on, and burns to ashes the world and lore the original xcx fans grew to love and care for all these years. and for what? to appease the horde of fans that came with xc2 onwards?? but of fucking course, they have no attachment to the game or the lore or the planet, so they're fine with just blowing it all up and pretending mira never existed. and i'm sorry but how are any new fans anyway enjoying this ending in any shape or form lol like what? just cus they got that fucking unnecessary tie-in to the numbered games? oh wow yay yippee they've connected dots that weren't originally meant to be connected anyway, time to eat this slop up!! i would be baffled to find out if there are any self-respecting original xcx fans out there who are actually okay with how things ended up for mira.

the one thing that had been nagging in the back of my mind the ENTIRE time that i was enjoying and having a blast with exploring mira again was that somehow, someway, ch13’s conclusion would take away my immense desire to finally 100% mira’s exploration. i didn’t even come close to it when i originally played in the wii u, and how could i call myself a huge xenoblade x fan if i have never even 100%’d mira? that’s why i was trying to take my sweet time with the original content, because it’s so fucking good and i didn’t want the new content to ruin it for me. but man, never did it even CROSS my mind that mira fucking disappearing would be something that monolith would even dare to do and call it a “conclusion” to one of the greatest mysteries in the series.

so yeah, last night when i completed ch13 i was fucking sad, i was DEVASTATED at what these idiots did to one of my ultimate favorite games and one of its unique aspects that i had come to love so much: planet mira itself. but just like that monolithsoft senior executive can write his shitty little fanfic and call it a day, i am now choosing to ignore chapter 13 ever happened. to me, xenoblade x ends with chapter 12, just like it did originally all those years ago. ch13 talks about parallel universes? well, xenoblade x wii u lives in one of those parallel universes and the gang all lived happily ever after in planet mira, and elma finally got to take her long-awaited vacation to explore the world to her heart’s content.

i REFUSE to let a company’s fall from grace in my eyes destroy a game that i’ve come to love and treasure with all of my heart. i WILL 100% the game in the switch version, and then i will put it away and never touch it again. while playing and moaning about DE mim elma, i kept thinking that once i 100% the switch version, if i ever do want to replay xcx (which i will, because xcx is life), i will just do it in the wii u version. sure i will lose all of the QOL updates, but i will gain good mim elma, long-eared celica, and i will be able to continue post-chapter 12 knowing there isn’t any insulting additional story mission content waiting to be picked up. and i think that’s a fair exchange.

ok wow i need to wrap this up. i have other problems with ch13 that i could talk about but those were the major ones that made it a pain to get through and honestly i need to move on and forget it ever happened. if you somehow chose to read all of this, made it all the way through this rant and actually agreed with the points i made regarding ch13, then wow, thank you. i am hugging you and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

so yeah, i still have a lot of love left to give to the original xcx fandom. there are still so many drawings i still want to do to pour out and express my love for the original game and world. i’m so tired of giving money to a company whose games and new content i haven’t enjoyed since the original xcx game released. they can continue down this unsatisfying and tiresome path of storytelling in their games as much as they want, i will just continue to be in that fun little corner of the original xc1/xcx fandom since those are the games that captured my heart all those years ago.

alright, that felt good to finally get it all out. now to start working on my next xcx piece. man i love xenoblade chronicles x so fucking much.

#xcxde dany thoughts #xenoblade chronicles x #xcx #xenoblade #character hate #xcxde criticism #junk #ch13 ceases to exist in my eyes starting....now 🫰✨#now the healing can truly begin 🧎‍♀️#xc2 criticism #xc3 criticism

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What I Read This Week: 04/27/2025

I am a librarian, and unrelated to stereotypes about my profession, I do read a metric shit-ton in a week. Most of it is fanfiction but hey, I thought maybe it's time I share my reads?

This is what I read this week:

1 Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary (61, 443)

Summary: The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

I honestly should have known it was going to be a banger of a fic when I saw who the author was! Stunning author- stunning fic!

I cried so many times reading this; the emotional growth for the characters is really what makes it

Precious bean Shen Yuan!!!! 10/10 fic.

2 Peak Dumbassery by misto713 (4, 514)

Summary: "Two bros~, flying on qi swords~, saving each other’s lives ‘cause they're not gay~."

A minor mission goes wrong, but also oh so right. Cang Qiong Sect leadership honestly has so many questions.

Shen Qingqiu’s thin face shall never recover from this.

Absolutely wonderful cumplane buffoonery. These two pals are a nuisance and a problem LOL

I love two idiots fixing things in creative and horrific ways

RIP to the peak lords and what they witnessed

3 Am I Really a Damsel if I’m Letting Myself Get Kidnapped? by Ray__7 (9, 654)

Summary: The Masked Sun Serpent.

A snake the size of a train, whose entire body was transparent. It was the real reason why no one who entered the forest ever returned. Unlike most monsters in PIDW, The Masked Sun Serpent fashioned itself more a god than a monster, trapping people under its thrall to serve it until they were inevitably devoured. Luo Binghe had come to the Glass Forest in order to save wife #229, who had fallen under the snakes spell.

Shen Qingqiu had made his way all the way out here to do the same thing as wife #229: Get himself kidnapped.

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Or: Shen Qingqiu engages in the age old practice of snagging a man by acting pathetic.

omg I loved this piece of absolute ridiculousness.

Shen Yuan is a genius and an idiot

It wasn't what he was going for, but you know what, it did work LOL

4 Love Thy Self by iguana8llama (121, 484)

Summary: “Bro, you sound so strange. You can drop character all the way dude. Going back and forth like that is messing with me.”

“I cannot drop character.” Shen Qingqiu mocked him and did some hella sassy air quotations. “This Master has two souls dwelling inside him. This one is Shen Jiu of this world, and this one is Shen Yuan of a different world.”

The voice was the same. Aside from the obvious choice of words, there was a subtle tilt in the tone, a barely there change in the accent. Standing before him was a transmigrator and a self aware story character.

“Oh bro that is so fucked.”

This fic is phenomenal!!!! Shen yuan and Shen Jiu are two souls in one body

Absolutely stunning part one- it is a very angsty cliff hanger ending but I am hopeful (running to part 2)

The polycule is messy not going to lie LOL but I hope they can all figure their shit out

5 The Pain of Loving Others by iguana8llama (62, 791)

Summary: “Not like I want to be stuck with a parasite that’s slowly killing me.” It wasn’t often that one of them would speak out loud but sometimes their mental space felt too cramped and the words just had to come out.

“Oh yeah?” Shen Yuan kicked their feet up into the air, swishing them back and forth childishly. “If I’m a parasite, you’re a meaner version of Jiu, Jiu-ge. I know Shen Jiu. I’ve lived his life, I’ve shared his life. I’ve seen yours. My only comment: you’re hella lonely.”

Jiu-ge put their feet down and rolled over onto their back. Staring at the gray ceiling of their prison. “Bullshit. I’m not lonely enough. You’re still here.”

Part two of the series in fic #4

Ngl this one was BLEAK. But things are moving in the right direction I think.

Stellar writing and storytelling!

Hopefully the third and final part brings joy??

6 Better Together by iguana8llama (131, 046)

Summary: If Shen Shen had taken this baby’s mama as a pet all those years ago this little one wouldn’t have been born. He sat up straighter, the fine hair at the base of his neck standing on end. It was as though that thought had sent lightning through him. Struck by an epiphany.

He didn’t know which path awaits him, but he also didn’t know what good surprises would come either. This cub was an unexpected gift and for the first time in a long time Shen jiu found himself hoping for the best. Shen Shen lived life doing things that made him happy. Shen Jiu wants that too, he wants to live life and do things that will make him happy.

*Meanwhile* *in another Dimension*

So far the stupid actions Shen Yuan has taken led to Jiu-ge living a life reminiscent to that fantasy dream were everything was nice and happy and just out of reach for scum like him.... Fuck it, if they’re gonna die might as well live a little.

Part three to the series mentioned in #4 and #5 (final part!)

We do get a good happy ending with some loose ends still to be completed- but very positive ending

I adored this series <3 The polycule is complicated but loving

7 PR��Y FOR A GOD by Siren_Cat (73, 207)

Summary: Shen Yuan opened his eyes abruptly, head shooting up and towards the voice, a little ahead of him stood an imponent and tall silhouette, an otherworldly aura surrounded its figure and gray eyes met his green ones as the War God looked at him.

This was such a good in between emotionally charged fics type of fic

very goofy in a light way, and super fluffy. Good feelings all around!

The setting gives a little wink and nod to tgcf which I adore too

8 Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl (53, 702)

Summary: "Fine," Wen Qing says, turning back to Wei Ying. "You're pregnant."

Lan Zhan feels his mouth drop open and has to work to shut it.

Wei Ying reacts not at all. He's swinging his feet where he's sitting on the table, a bored expression on his face.

Wen Qing just looks at him. "I am not joking about that."

Wei Ying stops swinging his feet. He blinks several times in a row. "Wait," he says.

Or:

I woke up at 3AM and sent myself an email that just said:

Modern cultivation friends curse sexy pollen hook up desperate WWX gets pregnant

I adore mpreg fics, especially wangxian mpreg because they are adorable

This fic was so soft :'3 my heart!

Are they idiots- yes, do they figure it out, super late yes, LOL but they do figure it out!

two parter but the second is more like an epilogue (and SUPER sweet :'3 10/10 recommend the read)

9 the art of courtship by antimonia (10, 264)

Summary: Shen Qingqiu accepts his courtship, and Liu Qingge feels like the world is his. His breath catches in his throat, and he wonders what he's done to deserve this miracle.

Liu Qingge will do right by Shen Qingqiu. There is no gift he cannot bring, no beast he cannot hunt for Shen Qingqiu. He will prove to everyone that Shen Qingqiu has chosen a partner that he can proudly stand by.

Small fic (compared to my beast reading) three part series and SO good

Shen Qingqiu is an idiot LOOOL completely oblivious in everything romance LOL

He eventually gets it but when he does - absolute head desk

The crack and fluff I truly needed

10 i know you'll be waiting for me by AkikoFumi (14, 113)

Summary: When Shen Qingqiu wakes up, it's with a skull-splitting headache. He immediately and wholly regrets every single one of his life decisions that have led him to this point, but, whatever. He'll just have a quiet day in bed!

Shen Qingqiu heaves a sigh, rolls over - and promptly freezes. He's not alone in his bed. It bears repeating: he is not alone in his bed!!

[Shen Qingqiu gets wifeplotted into the future, where he and Liu Qingge are happily married!]

Okay this was absolutely adorable, but it also did hurt my heart little bit

Less a wife plot and more so a Shen Yuan gay panics (still phenomenal though)

Very cute fic!!!!

11 The Woes of Growing Pains by CheckersXIV (26, 495)

Summary: No one has ever had a successful time acclimating to transmigration.

At least, that's what Shen Yuan tells himself after he accidentally breaks The System. It doesn't help that he wakes up as a teenage disciple inside of the bane of his existence- Proud Immortal Demon Way. He's trying to take precautions to avoid all the death flags that this stupid villain's body of his is going to get him into, but some other disciple really seems to have it out for him...

Shen yuan transmigrates and 1. is too early 2. breaks the system. The result is an absolutely adorable feel good story

The liushen had my heart! These two embarrassed babies :'3

The peak lords becoming besties was also a solid highlight

12. Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX Chapter 97-100

Summary: Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedication and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise, can also fall…and fall he does, cast from the Heavens again and again and banished to the mortal realm.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time. Now only a lowly scrap collector, he is dispatched to wander the earthly realm to take on tasks appointed by the heavens to pay back debts and maintain his divinity. Aided by old friends and foes alike, and graced with the company of a mysterious young man with whom he feels an instant connection, Xie Lian must confront the horrors of his past in order to dispel the curse of his present.

I am rounding out the end of book 6; it is STILL ruining my life :((((

I'm reading about a chapter a day and live blogging the experience. you can follow along on the Bloopitynoot reads TGCF tag

NO SPOILERS PLS.

I am so soft for Hualian

That's what I read this week!

It was very liushen heavy and I am not upset about this at all. You can definitely tell that when I marked for later I was craving a specific vibe XD

I have lots of SVSSS fics to work through but my wangxian is lacking! If you have any fav wangxian fics, (I'll also take most MDZS tbh) I would gladly accept <3

If you want a personalized fic list I am offering lists for Wangxian (some other MDZS pairings) and bingqiu (and some other SVSSS pairings) -just send me a dm with your theme and criteria!

till next week!

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werepires · 4 months ago

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Happy 2025 everyone 🥂

#my art #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #Destiel fanart #spn #Supernatural #Spn fanart #supernatural fanart #this is very quick and messy but I’m still in a severe artblock rip #however I couldn’t just draw /nothing/ for new years #scheduling for midnight #so if you see this I’ve made it to 2025 #insane concept tbh doesn’t sound real

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yuukimiyas · 4 months ago

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GOOD MORNIE EVERYBUN!! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა SANTAS COMIN TONIGHT!!! eeep!! im so excited!! ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و im seein sm fam tmrw & im gonna have ALL the winter treats!! hehee don’t forget to leave a lil plate out for santa!! :3 i hope this holiday season treated you so kindly & if not don’t fret!! bc you ALWAYS have a home right here in the city!! (◍´꒳`(´꒳`◍ ) ♡ happy holidays my loves!! <33

#ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals!#hiiii!! *⸜( * ॑꒳ ॑*)⸝* happy holidays & merry xmas to all who celebrate!! woo!! we made it!! were almost to a brand new yr!!#the city is all lit up & sparklin w sm lights & the BIGGEST tree in the town square!! - ̗̀ෆ(˶'ᵕ'˶)ෆ ̖́- all for youuuu!! <33 #this past wk has been kickin my butt ໒꒰ྀི𖦹﹏𖦹꒱ྀི১ you guys know the holidays in retail oh boyyyyy #i’ll be queuein up my lil tree in case anyone wants to leave a lil ornament!! i feel like ive missed sm this yr :’<#i’ve been a v busy bun but im hopin 2025 will be super good!! & give me lots more time on here!!#some of my rb’s never happened for some reason ??? so you might see me reblog some fics again !!! i gotta support all my bbys!!!#i’m wrkin a lil baby shift today & im bringing my switch to play some anch w my cowrkr!! (∩ˊᵕˋ∩)･* hehee!!#HAVE THE GREATEST DAY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!! 𓂃 𓍄 𓄽𓇬𓈒 MWAH MWAH!!

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checkeredflagggs · 2 months ago

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Rookie Comfort

Pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: max and his girlfriend take the 2025 rookies under their wings

a/n: please give these rookies some slack oh my god. This was written during the race — which omg what an opening!!

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y/n: baby lion coming spring ‘25!

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user1: oh my god oh my god it’s happening!

↳user2: this is everything I’ve ever wanted

↳user1: same!

oscarpiastri: Congratulations!

↳y/n: thank you!

landonorris: Oh! Congrats! McLaren and Quadrant merch on the way!

↳y/n: nope!

↳landonorris: 😮

↳y/n: listen if this baby is gonna support anyone but their dad, it’s gonna be Ferrari

↳maxverstappen1: no

alex_albon: so has redbull signed baby verstappen yet?

↳y/n: not quite…I told them baby had to sign the papers themselves so it might take a couple of years!

charles_leclerc: Félicitations! Ferrari onesies on the way

↳maxverstappen1: thanks but throw them out.

↳y/n: absolutely do not! Forza Ferrari!

↳user3: max’s girlfriend (and boyfriend) being tifosi just makes sense liked by y/n, charles_leclerc

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f1gossip: it seems like Max has adopted some rookies this year!

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user4: ok but that was so cute?

↳user5: right? They followed him around just like ducklings…

y/n: oh this is so adorable ☺️

↳user6: Queen! Is it true that max adopted them?

↳y/n: well even if he hasn’t I now have!

↳charles_leclerc: stop stealing my kid!

↳y/n: take better care of them then!

↳olliebearman: hi mom!

↳y/n: oh hello darling

↳charles_leclerc: 😱

↳olliebearman: sorry but she gave me some ice cream liked by y/n

↳charles_leclerc: i have ice cream??

user7: maxverstappen1 are you aware your girlfriend has decided you’ve adopted some rookies?

↳y/n: some??? No no no we’ve adopted all of them

↳maxverstappen1: have we??

↳y/n: yes we have!

↳maxverstappen1: ok

↳olliebearman: score!

↳gabrielbortoleto_: yes!

↳liamlawson30: does that mean free dinner?

↳isackhadjar: ill take dinner

↳jackdoohan: even me?

↳y/n: absolutely. Dinner on us tonight

↳kimi.antonelli: fantastico!

user8: I see that the winter break has made EVERYONE crazy…

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maxverstappen1: dinner with the wife and kids

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user9: DID THEY GET MARRIED AND NOT TELL ANYONE?

↳user10: if they did, they’ve been married for years.

↳user11: yeah max has been calling her wife since they started dating really

user12: im so invested in this family you have no idea

↳user13: big same

charles_leclerc: you didn’t invite me?

↳y/n: well the husband doesn’t usually invite the mistress to dinner with the wife?

↳charles_leclerc: I can bring ice cream over?

↳y/n: oh my god yes please. Baby lion is craving some classic vanilla please

↳user14: you know with everything with the rookies going on i completely forgot y/n is actually pregnant

↳y/n: i wish i could but baby lion is using my ribs as drums…

jackdoohan: thanks for the invite! And for dinner

↳y/n: you have an open invitation darling

↳jackdoohan: thanks! Will definitely be using that

kimi.antonelli: that was some quality pasta!

↳y/n: stamp of approval from our Italian!

↳kimi.antonelli: ehehehe

oscarpiastri: how does one get an invite to dinners like this?

↳charles_leclerc: son?

↳oscarpiastri: sorry dad but that looks very good

↳y/n: you’re welcome to come over as well!

↳charles_leclerc: stop taking my kids! liked by y/n

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f1gossip: and it’s a race weekend that’s not been kind to the 2025 rookies

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user15: this is so insane…

↳user16: this better not be the entire season. My heart can’t take it…

user17: but ok y/n is working overtime on comforting her rookies

↳user18: the cameramen are doing the lords work on focusing on her

↳user17: I mean it’s not hard — she’s in one place and her rookies are coming to her

↳user18: as they should! She’s like 7 months pregnant

user20: I was biting my nails the entire race…

↳y/n: you were??? I was!

↳user21: how you doing girl?

↳y/n: oh my god so stressed

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y/n: oh my love what a race this was! But I don’t think I can do it again…

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olliebearman: did you see my drive today?

↳y/n: I did darling! And you did very well!

↳user22: he was last?!?

↳y/n: and yet he finished the race when so many didn’t? With only 1 full practice session?

gabrielbortoleto_: thanks for being here today!

↳y/n: of course darling! It was a pleasure to see your first race!

↳user23: you’ve really just dove into this motherhood didn’t you?

↳y/n: they’re good practice for baby lion liked by maxverstappen1

oscarpiastri: ok but I’m gonna need a family dinner after today

↳y/n: oh absolutely! You and jack pick the place and we’ll be there!

↳jackdoohan: yes! We gotta go to my favorite!

liamlawson30: where’d you go? I’ve got your water

↳y/n: back to the car — I needed some peace and quiet

↳liamlawson30: On my way!

↳user24: love how they also jumped on the family train too

maxverstappen1: thanks for coming but maybe it’s time to head back home?

↳y/n: but our sons?

↳maxverstappen1: don’t worry. I’ll watch over them

↳charles_leclerc: as will I! Because Ollie is MY son

↳olliebearman: 😊😊😊

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mx-pastelwriting · 6 months ago

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Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

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Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

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kxsagi · 17 days ago

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“𝐬𝐚𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞”

a/n: I NEVER SEE ANYONE TALK ABOUT THIS

SAE'S MANAGER'S LAST NAME DABADIE IS PRONOUNCED AS "DA BADDIE" SKSBFKSLNAGNALGNS

“girolan dabadie… da baddie???”

sae doesn’t look up from his phone. “you’ve said it ten times.”

“i’m gonna say it ten more.” you poke his cheek while trying to suppress your giggles. “baby. BABY. why didn’t you tell me your manager’s last name sounds like he belongs in a rap video?”

“you met him two months ago. this isn't new information.”

“da baddie, sae.” you stare at him, eyes wide with disbelief and barely contained chaos. “that’s literally how it’s pronounced. your manager is unintentionally iconic. he sounds like the final boss of an instagram thirst trap.”

“he’s in his fifties.”

“and yet,” you dramatically press a hand to your chest, “he is da baddie.”

sae finally puts his phone down and gives you the faintest smirk. “you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

you nudge his thigh with your foot. “you love it.”

“no,” he says, but you hear the softness in his voice. “you were literally crying laughing in the car on the way back from practice.”

“because i heard someone call him mr. dabadie in full seriousness and i –” your voice breaks as the laugh bubbles up again. “i can’t believe i was shaking that man’s hand like, ‘nice to meet you, sir,’ while not knowing i was in the presence of a baddie.”

sae shakes his head and mutters, “for fuck’s sake,” but he’s trying not to smile now. you can see the corners of his lips twitching.

you grin. “do you think he knows?”

sae raises an eyebrow. “that his name sounds like he runs a makeup brand and a secret fanpage on twitter?”

you slap his arm and gasp. “you do think it’s funny!”

sae exhales through his nose, a barely audible, actual laugh. “he signed an email once with just ‘– da baddie.’ i stared at it for ten minutes. but realized it was probably autocorrect.”

“NO WAY.”

“swear.”

you throw your head back with a cackle. “he knows. oh my gosh, he knows he’s a legend.”

“you can’t say anything.”

“i would never.” you pause. “except i already made a fake commercial for him in the voice memo app.”

sae blinks. “what?”

“wanna hear it?”

before he can answer, you press play. your voice echoes through the apartment in dramatic, sultry tones:

“he’s not just a manager. he’s a lifestyle.

he’s not just on time, he is the timeline.

this fall, one man walks into the room,

and everyone whispers…

da baddie.”

there’s a beat of silence before sae coughs into his hand, clearly trying not to laugh.

you’re grinning ear to ear. “you liked it.”

“that was stupid.”

“but you liked it.”

“i’m sending it to him.”

you shriek. “sae!”

he’s already air-dropping the file to his laptop. “too late. he deserves to hear his brand in action.”

“what if he fires you?”

“then i’ll become your manager. and go by ‘da worstie.’”

you gasp. “we’ll be unstoppable. the baddie and the worstie tour 2025.”

sae finally cracks and lets out a quiet laugh, the kind that makes your chest warm. it’s soft, rare, and entirely unbothered.

“you’re so dumb,” he murmurs, but his gaze lingers on you fondly.

you flop onto his shoulder. “and yet. i’m dating one of the world’s top football players.”

“... and managed by da baddie himself.”

you whisper reverently, “we are truly blessed.”

sae just sighs again, but he doesn’t move away. he lets you rest there, quietly scrolling, while you start plotting a merch line in your head.

you’re already designing a shirt that says da baddie energy.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock crack #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae's manager is da baddie

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mayanneaa · 4 months ago

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domestic - ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ.

PAIRING : rafe cameron x reader

SUMMARY : rafe finally experiences domestic life with you.

WARNING(S) : not proofread

A/N : celebrating 2025 with softish rafe hihi (divider by @roseraris)

WC : 1.1k

masterlist.

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"You're doing it wrong."

You look up at Rafe, the shirt still in your hands. He's sitting on the couch, a pile of clothes next to him.

The day’s finally come—you two had to take care of the laundry. That’s how you ended up on the floor, a big basket by your side.

"Enlighten me, then."

Rafe slides down on the floor and takes the fabric from you. "You have to fold it like this," he says, folding it neatly, his face almost screaming ‘bored’.

Sun’s shyly sneaking into the living room, casting a mosaic of lights. All you can smell is the fresh laundry and Rafe's cologne, now that he’s so close. Musk and sandalwood fill the space between you two.

There are no screaming kids outside, only the faint sound of crashing waves from the beach. It feels so… right.

“What?” Rafe’s voice pulls you out of wonder, and heat rises to your cheeks when you realize you've been staring at him the whole time, “Folding clothes is philosophical for you?”

“Asshole." You playfully push his shoulder as he puts the folded shirt on one of the little towers you created. "It's just nice. You know, doing things like this with you."

He shrugs, turning away so that you can't see his face. Too bad you caught the flush creeping up his neck.

"C'mon, admit it!" You press, nudging him slightly.

"Admit what?"

You smile as he furrows his brows, "Admit you like it too!"

Rafe snorts and pulls you into his lap, making your heart flutter, "Fine. I like it. Happy?"

"You have to mean it, Rafe!" you tease, a toothy grin spread on your face.

He rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he leans in and captures your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, savoring the sweet taste of cherries on his lips.

When you finally pull away, Rafe's voice comes out not louder than a whisper, "Do you believe me now?"

You rest your forehead against his, a giggle escaping your lips. "Yeah. Maybe I do."

"Good," Rafe says looking over your shoulder, "Because we have a ton of work left."

You groan and bury your face in the crook of his neck. "You're the worst."

two.

You were delighted when Rafe finally agreed to go grocery shopping with you. Such a small thing, but it made you giddy regardless. Usually, he'd just order it straight to your door. It was nice, sure, but you missed the feeling of walking around the isles, looking at the list you made back home, and picking out the products.

That’s how you ended up in this little shop, standing in front of the ice cream fridge. The lights are quietly humming over your head, and the smell of fresh baked goods is lingering from the bakery section. Rafe’s beside you, his gaze set on the different packaging.

“Which one should we get?” he asks.

You sneak a glance at the piece of paper in your hand. “I mean… We technically shouldn’t get any.”

These words make him turn his head to you, a judging look on his face. “You’re no fun.”

“Oh? Well, since you’re such a party girl, pick something out while I go and search for the rest.”

Rafe huffs and you move to the other side of the store, away from the freezing air that pinches your skin. There aren't many people, other than an older lady picking out the best tomatoes and some kids debating on the candy they’ll buy.

Soon enough, your checklist is almost complete.

“Baby,” you hear from behind and you turn around to Rafe carrying three cans of ice cream.

You arch your brows as he puts them in the cart.

“I got a classic, which is vanilla,” he starts, pointing at each one, “Then this one, because you love it, and the peanut butter was new or something. We can try it out together!”

“And when do you plan on eating all that?”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer with a proud smirk, “Oh, I’ve already thought about that, baby. We’ll finish the 'Gossip Girl' or whatever it's called—"

You interrupt him, getting on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"See? Groceries are fun, told ya."

Rafe's eyes soften before he chuckles and snatches the list out of your hands. "Maybe. But we have to get the whipped cream first. Oh, we can also get some coke—"

"Well, if you'll pay we can get anything."

Rafe snorts as he pushes the cart, keeping you snug against his side. "Obviously. C'mon!"

three.

The steady rhythm of rain tapping on the open window fills the bedroom. The day's coming to an end, and you finally find a moment for yourself.

You curl up on your bed, hiding between the fluffy blankets and pillows with a book in your hand. The candles on your nightstand flicker softly, the wisps of smoke mixing with the steam rising from the cup nearby.

"Move, please." You hear Rafe mumble as he climbs the bed, an oversized shirt hanging off his body.

He settles, resting his head on your chest, strong arms wrapped around you. Then, he lets out a long sigh, like a puppy after a long day of doing nothing.

You glance down at him—his eyelids flutter, and pout forms on his lips. Your heart softens despite yourself. "The weather drained you out, huh?"

Rafe lazily shakes his head, "Not really."

He isn’t even sure what it is about this moment that soothes him, but he never wants it to end. When he's in your room, the sweet scent of your candles filling up his head, all he wants to do is to lay down with, or rather on you. To feel the warmth of your body, he longs to listen to your voice.

You smile, the silence falling between you feels comfortable. You read through the pages, becoming more invested.

Rafe absentmindedly traces lines on your blanket. He listens to the rain, and it syncs with the steady heartbeat beneath his ear.

"I like this." Before he can think again, the words slip out of his lips, breaking the silence.

You rest the book on him, giggling. "What?"

"Being here with you, Ms. Giggles Mgoo." He raises his head to look at you. There's a flicker in his eyes, and it doesn't come from the flame beside you.

"No way," you tease, and he rolls his eyes, "The Rafe Cameron tells me he likes spending time with me..."

He pouts, and you can't hold your laugh anymore.

You lean in, peppering his nose with quick pecks. Rafe smiles, his cheeks painted in a delicate shade of red.

"You're getting soft, baby." You say between the kisses, and you feel the heat rising to his face under your lips.

"Shut up..."

You press one last kiss, this time to his lips. It's so rare—to see the softer, quieter Rafe that for now only exists here, with you. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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hearts4hughes · 20 days ago

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hiii could you do a rafechella where she drags him around to see all the artists, makes him wear glitter, and he pretends to hate it but is obviously so down bad for her? thank u angelll

RAFECHELLA 2025

“no way you’re putting that shit on me.”

rafe sits shirtless on the bed of your airbnb, watching you apply glitter onto your rosy cheekbones.

your bottom lip juts out. “all the hot coachella boyfriends will have it on,” you mumble. “guess you’re not one of them.”

he straightens his spine, cursing under his breath before caving. “whatever, just make sure it’s blue and not some pink girly color.”

you squeal, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. your lipstick stains his tanned skin, but he does not attempt to wipe it off.

you straddle his lap, a compact of glitter in one hand while the other swipes it onto his face. he furrows his brows, muttering complaints about how you’re using too much, but his eyes sparkle with pure admiration and affection.

“perfect,” you stand back to admire your work. “now every bitch in california will want you.”

“well, the only one i want is right here.”

coachella hits the second you step through the gates. bass thumping, bodies glittering, sun blazing overhead. you’re practically vibrating with excitement, hand interlocked in rafe’s as you drag him through the crowd.

he’s already brooding in his white tank, aviators on, looking way too serious for someone surrounded by fairy wings and shirtless dudes in mesh.

“okay,” you start, breathless, “we’re hitting mojave first. tyla goes on in fifteen, then we swing by dolab, and then—”

“you said there’d be beer,” he grumbles, cutting you off. “you promised beer.”

you glance over your shoulder, grinning.

“there is beer,” you say like it’s obvious. “but first? vibes.”

he groans dramatically but doesn’t stop walking. you know he won’t.

you’re halfway to the stage when your favorite song starts. you don’t hesitate, just start dancing, right there in the middle of the crowd, your boots kicking up dust, your hands in the air. rafe just watches, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to look unimpressed.

“you’re not even pretending to have fun,” you call over your shoulder, laughing.

“i’m trying to pretend you don’t look hot as fuck,” he mutters, and your stomach flips.

he lets you pull him in, your back pressed to his chest, his hands resting low on your waist. he smells like sunscreen and sweat and a little bit like the lemon vape he swore he wasn’t bringing.

later, in the middle of the set change, you pull your glitter pot out of your bag and swipe another streak across his cheekbone before he can dodge you.

“seriously?” he deadpans. “again?”

you just blow him a kiss.

he doesn’t wipe it off.

when the sun sets, the real festival begins. you encounter more cleavage, joints, and glitter than you ever have.

your arms are looped around his neck, bouncing to the beat of the music while he stands behind you, big hands holding your hips as an anchor.

you tip your head back to look at him.

“you’re having fun, huh?”

he lifts a brow. “i’m drunk, deaf, covered in glitter, and my girlfriend’s been screaming in my ear for six hours. what’s not to love?”

you laugh, eyes crinkling, and he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.

“plus,” he adds, “i get to watch you dance in that tiny little skirt. honestly? best night of my life.”

you gasp, shoving his chest.

“you’re so gross.”

“you made me wear body glitter. i’ve lost all dignity.”

“you never had any.”

“fair.”

the crowd screams just then, and rafe doesn’t even flinch. he just grabs your face and kisses you like he’s been waiting all day to do it.

your hands fist in his shirt. his lips are warm and soft and everything inbetween.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and his voice is quiet, almost shy.

“you look like a walking disco ball and i think i might be in love with you.”

your heart stumbles so hard it nearly faceplants.

“you think?” you say, breathless.

“i know,” he says quickly. “shut up.”

“mmhmm. sure.”

he rolls his eyes and kisses you again anyway.

the night ends how everyone should: aching feet, smudged makeup, drunken giggles.

your body’s practically limp against him, forehead resting against the back of his neck, words slurred and sleepy.

“you’re gonna drop me,” you mumble, not even lifting your head.

“never,” he says like it’s a promise. “unless you throw up on me. then all bets are off.”

you let out the tiniest laugh, which fades into a sigh as you close your eyes again. your glitter, makeup, and who-knows-what-else have smeared all over the back of his white tank, but he couldn’t care less. his arms are firm around your thighs, holding you like you weigh nothing. like you’re his favorite thing to carry.

“you’re heavier than you look,” he mutters.

“rude.”

“truthful.”

“i hate you.”

“you love me.”

you hum something that sounds suspiciously like agreement.

your head lols and your breathing softens. he leans his cheek against your arm and lets the quiet settle around you both. he knows you won’t remember half of what he says right now. that’s kind of why he says it.

“you were the prettiest girl there,” he whispers. “and i’d wear glitter every day if it meant ending up with you like this.”

no response. just the slow rise and fall of your chest against his back, the sound of your soft breathing, the occasional clink of bracelets as your arms sway gently around his shoulders.

“you’re my favorite part of all this,” he adds, voice low, almost a secret.

you don’t stir, and he smiles to himself, carrying you the rest of the way home.

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letting oscar take your virginity to celebrate his win

(if this makes you uncomfortable please to deny or only write fluffy before/after!) love ur work sm

V CARDS GOODBYES | Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: Oscar arrives home after winning his first ever Formula 1 race, so you think it’s the perfect time for you to celebrate and, also, to say goodbye to your v card ↳ REQUESTED BY ANON: Hope you like it anon! And sorry it's taken me almost a year I'm a mess 😭

WORD COUNT: 3958

WARNINGS: Smut (virginity loss, female receiving oral sex, fingering, p in v, protected sex, little bit of praising kink), curse words

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The door of the apartment you shared in Monaco opened, and before Oscar could step inside, he heard excited screams that made it clear someone was more than happy about his arrival.

Not only did your cat start rubbing against his leg while purring, but also you, his girlfriend, were hopping towards him, barefoot and wrapped in one of his McLaren hoodies, which turned out to be even bigger on you than you had expected when you decided it would be a great idea to steal it from your boyfriend.

"You did it, Osc!” you squealed as you threw your arms around his neck. "Osc, oh my God, you won a race! Do you know what that means?"

Oscar felt his cheeks turn red. Of course, he knew exactly what winning a Grand Prix meant, especially during his second season in Formula 1. However, all he did was shrug, as if his achievement wasn’t that important.

"Yeah," was all he could say.

"I’m so, so proud of you," you said in a trembling voice, standing on your tiptoes to cup his face in your hands.

"I couldn’t have done it without you, even though you were here," Oscar replied sincerely, a hint of regret in his tone. If there was one thing he regretted, it was that you hadn’t been there with him throughout the whole process of stepping onto the podium.

"I know you would have liked me to be there, and I would’ve loved that too," you replied, making a sad but funny face. "But it’s okay! I screamed at the TV a lot, so I guess I helped in some way… And I’m sure you’ll win more races and I’ll be there to see them all, so it’s not the end of the world!"

Oscar chuckled and pulled you close until there was no space between you. He allowed himself a few moments to hold onto you, gently running his fingers through your hair while you clung tightly to his shirt, pressing your face into his chest as if he might disappear at any second.

"Hey… I have something for you."

Even though you whispered it, Oscar heard you perfectly. You bit your lip,. a telltale sign of nervousness he knew well, as you pulled away from him. Then, you quickly headed towards the living room, with the Australian following you, and grabbed a small book he had never seen before.

Carefully, as if it were fragile, you handed it to your boyfriend.

"Open it… I hope you like it!"

Oscar did as you asked. Gently, he opened what he soon realized was a photo album. It wasn’t just a collection of pictures of you from the past two years since you started dating. It was beautifully decorated. There were messages, and even reflections from your perspective about each memory you had built together.

"I know it’s not a big deal, but since I was so bored with studying, I have to admit I procrastinated a bit and felt like doing some crafts, so… well, this was the result," you said hesitantly, as if you were confessing a crime, though a small smile crept onto your lips. "Maybe you were expecting something else, I don’t know, but I hope you like it. You could even take it with you whenever you have to travel, so you remember me and also add something else if you feel in the mood," you added softly.

Oscar felt a lump in his throat, unsure of what to say. Although he was used to you being thoughtful, and he always tried to reciprocate, you somehow kept outdoing yourself.

"Y/N, this is…" he trailed off, struggling to find the right words. More accurately, he didn’t know how to express them. "It’s incredible. Thank you so much."

You smiled and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, which, as you both expected, quickly turned into something more desperate, fueled by your hunger for each other.

Oscar’s hands found your waist beneath the hoodie, his fingers tracing invisible lines along your skin, moving up and down, even toying with the clasp of your bra. The only thing you could do was keep kissing him, tugging at his hair lightly and pressing yourself against his thigh, seeking friction to ease the growing ache within you.

Then, you suddenly pulled away, more abruptly than Oscar had expected. Your pupils were completely dilated, your lips swollen, and your hair a complete mess.

"Oscar…"

"Y/N…"

"I want to do it."

Your voice was barely a whisper. Oscar’s eyes widened, surprised because, even though he perfectly understood what you meant, hearing you say it out loud was an entirely different feeling.

"Bebe…"

"I really, really want to do it, Osc," you repeated, more as a confirmation to yourself than to him. "Yesterday, you lost your v-card in Formula 1 with your victory, so… I was thinking maybe I could lose mine too."

Oscar had known from the very beginning of your relationship that you had never been physically involved with anyone beyond a couple of kisses and teasing. At first, you had been insecure about telling him, worried about feeling ashamed, but Oscar had always made sure you felt safe and comfortable, promising you would only take steps forward when you were truly ready.

Today, your words made clear that you finally felt like that moment arrived, and that filled Oscar with happiness not because you were about to have sex, but because it meant you were finally comfortable enough with yourself to take that step.

"Are you… sure?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. "You know we don’t have to rush anything… I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this just because, you know…"

"I know, Osc, and I promise I wouldn’t be bringing this up if I weren’t sure," you reassured him, looking into his eyes as you ran your fingers over his hands. "I love you, and most importantly, I trust you. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and well… yeah."

"It’s just… I don’t want to mess anything up, Y/N. This is really important, and it should be perfect,” he confessed with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled, cupping his face and bringing him closer for a kiss.

"It doesn’t have to be perfect as long as it’s with you, Osc.”

"Okay, but… if you change your mind at any point, you tell me," Oscar insisted. You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"I promise, really."

Your lips met again, but this time much slower. Oscar took his time kissing you carefully, wanting to do everything right. He cradled your cheek with one hand to deepen the kiss, while the other wrapped around your back, guiding you gently toward the bedroom you shared.

Once inside, he forced himself to stop and take a deep breath to avoid panicking, even though there was no reason to.

You stood in front of him, looking at him with a mix of shyness and adoration that reminded him of your early days, when you just used to go out for coffee or to the movies back in high school.

Oscar couldn’t help but look at you with an equally shy, yet utterly endearing, expression.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?"

"I will, yeah."

You didn’t need to say anything else since kissing spoke for you. You took your time, enough for Oscar to make sure you felt completely comfortable, enough for you to overthink just a little more before deciding if you really wanted to continue…

*"I love you, Oscar…" you murmured between kisses. You tugged at his shirt, helping him pull it off, running your hands over his bare chest as if you were seeing him for the first time.

"I love you too, Y/N…"

With nerves and hands shakier than he would have liked, almost as if he were the inexperienced one, he took hold of the hem of your hoodie and slowly lifted it over your head, leaving you in just your underwear.

Oscar was surprised to see you in black lace lingerie instead of the usual shorts you wore around the house. He was about to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance. You closed the distance between you, pressing your foreheads together before kissing him once again.

Neither knew how long you were like this, but you both agreed that it had been long enough to discover that you needed more of each other.

Oscar ended up forcing himself to pull away from you and take a breath. A smile curved between his lips, which caused you, somewhat nervously, to giggle at the situation and hug him around the waist, pulling him closer to you while trying not to shove him away.

“Really, we don't have to do it if you don't want to, Y/N,” the McLaren driver insisted once again.

“I've been looking forward to doing this for a long time, and I've been mentally preparing for it for a while,” she told him, trying not to sound uneasy. “I trust you, Osc, and there's nothing for you to worry about.”

“So...?”

“I want you to make me yours, Oscar. Today, tomorrow or whenever and wherever you want,” you whispered in his ear as sensually as you could.

“Y/N…”

“Oscar: I just want you to fuck me.”

You felt your boyfriend tense up after those words that had caught even you off guard. Instinctively, you brought your hand to the noticeable bulge under Oscar's pants, but when you tried to reach for the button to unbutton them, he pushed your hands away lovingly.

“No, honey, none of that for now. Today is your day, so let me do the work and just enjoy yourself.”

Oscar, without another word, took you by the chin and kissed you again for the umpteenth time that day. Now, your lips moved at a slower speed. You guessed it was because you noticed how one of Oscar's hands began to massage one of your breasts, giving special attention to the nipple. With the other, he lightly brushed your pussy, making you gasp when he decided to play with your clit.

“Do you like it, babe?” he asked in a tone of voice that showed too much excitement.

His fingers now delved a little deeper into your intimacy, those enveloping movements becoming a little faster.

“Yes, Osc...” you barely managed to answer.

That answer was enough for the Australian to stop immediately. You didn't even look him in the face. Oscar pulled away from you, leaving a quick kiss on your lips and starting a trail of kisses all over your body, stopping once he reached your lower stomach area.

“Y/N…”

His hands stood delicately on your thighs, which he was now kissing, closer and closer to your pussy. Your hair stood on end. Your breath was completely held, unable to breathe in case that put an end to it all, as if that would be enough for Oscar to finish whatever he was doing with you.

“If anything we do tonight makes you uncomfortable and you want to stop, just tell me please,” the Australian declared. “And, before your little head starts thinking nonsense: no, I'm not going to get mad at you because you don't want to have sex, okay? If you don't want to…”

“Oscar, look at me,” you cut him off, and the boy immediately listened to you: “it's you, and I'm not going to feel uncomfortable with you and with anything you do to me.”

“Do you promise me, love?”

“I swear.”

Oscar nodded, grabbing your thighs again and dragging you to the edge of the bed so that his face was in front of your pussy, perfectly aligned with your entrance.

Without warning, he slid his tongue, flat, all over it with a slowness that was completely unbearable and that seemed that, rather than pleasing you, he wanted to kill you little by little. His movements were frantic; constant changes of speed, from faster to slower, and vice versa, that made his nose rub against your clit while his tongue seemed to do wonders with that dance.

When Oscar's tongue began to explore inside you, and his index finger, the one he used to show on camera every time he got a first position just like Sebastian Vettel did in his golden age, started a tortuous tour of your labia majora, you curled up shyly but instinctively. Your hands ended up tangled in his hair, forcing him closer to you at the same time your hips did the same.

“I think you're liking it, aren't you my little girl?” Piastri said, ending his oral contact with you and replacing it with his finger. His gaze was fixed on her, and you thought about why he hadn't done this to you before.

“Don't stop, Osc. For the sake of God, don't even think about stopping...” you gasped, becoming increasingly unable to articulate a word.

He didn't have to say anything else. After those words, Oscar slipped a second finger inside you. You let out a small gasp of surprise and he, without taking his eyes off you, laughed, your cheeks turning red almost instantly. Despite this, he kissed your thighs as he continued the back and forth with his index finger, adding his heart almost soon after while increasing even more the speed.

You felt that everything was going too fast, and the waves of pleasure that were flooding you were making you lose, more and more, the notion of time. You didn't know at what point, but when he decided to add his tongue back into the equation, without leaving the movements of his fingers inside you going straight to that spot that gave you the most pleasure, a strange sensation gripped the lower part of your stomach.

It was getting harder and harder for you to hold back your orgasm. You felt how your eyes were closing little by little, and your leg, too, to which Oscar put a little pressure on them to prevent them from closing.

“Come for me, love,” Oscar let you know. “Come on, Y/N, you've got it babe. Come on…”

And so you did.

Your back curved in such a way that your body, completely sweaty, could hardly keep on writhing as it was doing. You were moaning like you had never moaned before, and your boyfriend seemed to notice. A smirk of satisfaction and success began to break from his lips as he licked at your fluids, his mouth moving slowly now, over-stimulating your clit and making you incessantly.

The Australian rose and carefully positioned himself on top of you.

“I love you, Y/N, you don't know how much,” he said between kisses, making you taste yourself for the first time, but hopefully not the last one. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world... And the best girl in the world. Don't ever doubt it.”

“Oscar, don't…”

“Yes you are, Y/N, and I will not allow you to speak so negatively about yourself.”

After those last words, the driver pulled away from you slightly, trying yo give you some time to recover. Then, you looked at him taking what seemed to be a condom from the bedside table, which he carefully put on and immediately positioned at your entrance.

You swallowed, while Oscar tried not to think about whether he was really going too fast.

·I don't want to sound weird, but... please, if you want me to stop, just tell me,” Oscar spoke as best he could, trying not to succumb to the nerves he felt about taking this important step with you. “I want you to be pretty sure about this since… Well, since there’s not going back…”

You said nothing. Instead, you gave him a slight nod with your head, still looking at him, which was enough for Oscar to enter you carefully, but without a previous warning.

He decided to stand for a while so you could get used to his length. You felt a little pain. You held back a scream, bit your lips and closed your eyes to do your best to make that feeling go away as soon as possible.

“Y/N…”

“Go on, Oscar. It's all right…”

The boy nodded, and finished entering you with the same care. Little by little, his movements gained speed. You arched your back, moaning incessantly as she started feeling more comfortable with the depth of penetration, and Oscar hitting her in a spot that made her feel a pleasure that you feel in a way you didn’t know how to describe, but that felt good enough to make you never want that sex session to end.

“Does it feel good, honey? Are you enjoying my... cock... for the first time?” Oscar moaned, biting her neck. “Look at you… so desperate for me to keep fucking you…”

“Fuck, Oscar... this is a fantasy,” you gasped. “And you talking so... like… like this... God... Don't stop, please…”

“Never for you, sweetheart.”

Your moans became one, a melody that your neighbors were probably listening to but you didnt give a fuck. Your gazes could hardly be averted, and your words, getting dirtier and dirtier as much as your were embarrassed at first, were sounding louder and louder, as were your pleas.

“Oscar!” you shrieked as you felt Oscar's fingers press against you nervous bundle.”

“Love...” he moaned through his teeth. ”Don't stop moaning my name, please. You don't know how you're making me feel right now.

·And of course I'm going to make you feel so much better when we do this again,” you replied, choking with pleasure. As best you could, you sat up a little and wrapped you arms around you boyfriend's neck. “I want to do it again, Osc,” you made it clear. “I want us to do this every time we get the chance....”

You kept moaning his name, giving him promises you knew he would never break. He kept reassuring you and how good you were doing, speeding up his movements as he couldn’t stop playing with your clit, all of that while he kept telling you that you were his.

You couldn't contain it anymore for the second time that day.

“Fuck, Osc,” he stammered. “I think I'm gonna…”

“Let yourself go, honey,” the brown-haired said. “You can do it, love. Cum for me.”

Your orgasm came before you could say anything else. Oscar came within seconds of you, and as soon as he did he ended, he gave you a short kiss on the lips as he carefully pulled out of heyour and collapsed beside you.

Oscar's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling. You rested your head on his shoulder, trying to regain your composure with increasingly slower breaths.

“You ok babe?” Oscar murmured after a few minutes.

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding your head with a smile peeking out. “Better than ever, actually.”

It was then that it dawned on Oscar. Quickly, he sat up a little and saw what was under where you were still positioned. His heart began to race, and a pressure settled in his chest as he realized the light blue bed sheets were stained slightly with blood as was his condom, still on him and which he hadn't paid attention to because he just wanted to be with you cuddling after he'd made you lose your virginity.

“Hey, listen, love…” he started to say in a calm, but concerned tone.

You followed his gaze, and couldn't help but blush and die of embarrassment inside.

“Oh...” you spoke quietly, instinctively covering yourself with the sheets. “This... is normal. Well, I guess so…”

“Does it hurt? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, denying it, though the look on your face seemed to say otherwise.

“Well… It's just a little... just a little sore. But it's fine, really. It happens when you have sex for the first time with someone.”

Oscar studied your face, and he knew you wanted to stop this conversation. You wanted to let it go and pretend everything was fine so you wouldn't give him any sign that you hadn't liked it, even though your moans and pleas seemed to say otherwise.

“Still, you shouldn't let it go.”

The Australian approached you and gave you a shy kiss on the forehead. Then he got out of bed, still naked.

·Where are you going?” you asked in a voice mixed with curiosity and nervousness.

“I'm going to get a towel with hot water to clean you up.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already heading towards the bathroom while taking off his condom. As you heard the faucet turn on, and your boyfriend getting everything ready, you couldn't help but feel bad because, maybe, Oscar deserved better, and your behavior, what was happening to you now, was not what he deserved.

You forced yourself to stop overthinking because if there’s one thing you knew for sure is that Oscar loved you, more than sometimes you were conscious of.

Your boyfriend came back a few minutes later, and found you sitting on the bed, curled up on yourself and clinging to the sheets while still covering with them, as if you were afraid.

“You don't have to…”

“I know,” Oscar cut you off, offering you a small smile, “but I want to. So, please, just let me take care of you.”

Your eyes softened at his proposal, and you forced yourself to calm down as Oscar, with his gaze and his hands coyly on your thighs, asked your permission to spread your legs. You nodded, and he carefully ran the wet towel and hot water over your pussy, giving it little touches because he didn't want to risk it stinging or hurting any more because he really didn't know exactly how the female body worked after losing your virginity.

When he finished, he kissed her knee and sat down next to her again, also covering himself with the sheets so he could hug her and, more than anything else, try to reassure her and make her feel as good as possible.

“There, that's it, all settled. Now, let's stay here and rest.”

“Was it good?”

Oscar let out a small laugh from his mouth at your sudden question as he leaned over to you and snuggled into your shoulder.

”You've been amazing, love,” he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Now you were both lying on your bed, looking at each other. “Are you okay now that… Did I hurt you? I need you to be honest with me... I should have asked you if you liked the pace I decided to take because, well, I’m not going to lie to you, I think I could have gone a little slower...”

You shook your head and didn't give him a chance to keep talking. Instead, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his.

“You don't have to worry about anything, Osc. It was far from perfect. So, from now on, I hope you win more races because from today on, winning sex has become a tradition that I hope we keep for a long time.”

Oscar laughed, knowing you were completely serious.

“We can make a tradition of this and anything else you want, love,” he buried his face in yours, and began to tickle your waist gently. “We can even have several rounds if you want, so… thoughts on that? Should we keep ready for a second round today?”

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manicmanuscription · 26 days ago

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Saturday Nights

PolySJM Week: Day Four

Prompt: Alternate Universe

Pairings: Mafia!BatBoys / Reader

Summary: You're a clueless waitress working in a mob restaurant, unknowingly catching the eye of its ruthless leaders. Surely a simple cut won't send them into a panic.

Heavily, Heavily inspired by @ jacfrostisreal clueless waitress series on TikTok!!

Tags: glood, gore, stitches, gullible reader

Word Count: 2059

A/N: Y'allllll I tried rewriting it like six times but ended up here so don't be holding it against me.....

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I pressed the rag to my hand with a shaky inhale, watching as the white fabric turned pink from the cut, unable to stop the tears from spilling over.

This was the worst shift ever.

First I had to come in early to cover the host stand all because Esmeraie was having car troubles and I had a customer scream at me because I wouldn’t seat him and his wife as if I could magically make a table available. Then my very first table of the night ended up being absolutely horrendous. It was so damn busy tonight I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I didn’t even realize I had cut myself on the plate I’d dropped until Chef pointed it out.

I’ve had no time to even think, Sevenda’s was a high end restaurant known for excellent service and even better food. I usually thrived in high-pressure situations but tonight was another bad night in an awful week and I was reaching my breaking point.

I let out another choked sob, my vision blurring with tears, I was hiding away in the thankfully empty break room. My coworkers had tried to help with the cut but I’d refused, snatching the rag out of Thane’s hand and running out of the kitchen before I started crying in front of them.

God it hurt like a fucking bitch. My hands were starting to shake and I tried to focus on finding a first aid kit but my mind was buzzing with the weight of my emotions, overstimulation setting in and making my breathing hitch my nerves felt like they were on fire.

I let out a painful whimper, digging the rag further into my skin as if it would erase the prickling pain that was seeping down to my bones.

I stayed like that for a few more minutes until the rag turned fully red, trying and failing to breathe only to cry harder. It didn’t help that the sight of my own blood made me lightheaded.

I didn’t even notice the door had opened until someone was standing right in front of me. Rhysand's citrus and sea scent invaded my senses and I tilted my head up to look at him.

Mortification instantly washed over me upon seeing my boss, and I reached my free hand to wipe away the tears. Hopefully I didn’t look too much like a mess. “H-Hi.”

There was a dark look in his gaze as he took me in. “What’s happened?” He demanded, his silky voice making shivers run up my spine. “I’m Fi-Fine.” I stammered out, trying to stabilize my voice but speaking only made more tears burst forward, when I calmed down I was going to strangle myself for appearing like this in front of the freaking owner.

My words seemed to have no effect on him and his large hands gently grabbed my injured one. I instinctively hissed in pain when he removed the rag from my palm. “I’m not gonna hurt you darling, I just need to see what’s going on so I can help you. Is that alright?”

He brushed his thumb soothingly against the uninjured skin of my wrist and I nodded. Biting on the inside of my cheeks to hopefully keep the tears at bay. It was really sweet that he took such good care of his employee’s but guilt slowly crept in, he had been meeting with some of his friends in the back offices.

Before I even had a chance to apologize for ruining someone’s meal and hiding from my tables the door opened again and two familiar men walked in. Rhysand’s brother’s helped him manage the restaurant occasionally. Apparently thing’s must really be crazy because they’ve spent more time here.

“Marissa told us what happened.” Cassian said practically shoving his brother aside to take a look at my hand. I winced at his rough touch and Rhysand shot him a glare. “Be careful.” He snapped under his breath.

Azriel was standing a few paces behind them, that intense stare settled on me and I wasn’t sure the male was even breathing. I could never get a good read on him. “I’m sorry for breaking the-the plate, I’m honestly fine, just need a bandage and I’m good to go.” I hiccuped, wiping my eyes again and taking a shuddering inhale. Doing my best to calm down and look presentable. These were my bosses afterall.

“We don’t care about that.” Rhysand said, softening his tone as he shot me a charming smile that had my insides melting. Cassian’s brows furrowed as he inspected my wound. “She needs a stitch or two.”

As soon as those words left his mouth it’s like someone doused my body in ice water. I snatched my hand from his. “No-No. It’s not that bad.” I spoke fearfully. Cassian stepped in front of me, blocking my view so it was just him and placed a new rag back on my hand, adding gentle pressure. The touch made my toes curl and I immediately banished those thoughts. They just didn’t want me to accidentally pass out, it was already bad enough I broke company property -again- was bleeding on the floor and hadn’t checked in my tables in fifteen minutes. “Really, it’s ok. I have tables. I promise I’ll get back to work- No hospital needed.”

“You will do no such thing.” Rhysand said from my side, his eyes still on my trembling hands. His tone leaves no room for argument. “Don’t worry sweetheart.” Cassian said softly, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear.

His large muscled chest blocked my view so I didn’t see that Azriel had left the room but he returned with a small briefcase, setting it on the counter beside me and revealed what looks to be a small stash of high-grade medical supplies. I whimpered and stepped away, accidentally pressing myself to Rhysand’s side.

“Y-You are…You’re gonna stitch me up. H-Here?” I squealed out, nausea rolling in my gut. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”

“We have numbing tools, it’ll only hurt for a moment I promise. Will you let us take care of you? We can take you to the hospital if you’d prefer. But either way you are not going to be walking around here with an open wound” Azriel finally spoke, that deep voice instantly soothing my nerves.

“Not to be rude…But do you know what you’re doing?” I eyed the small army of supplies suspiciously.

“Yes.” The three brothers shared a look I didn’t fully understand but Cassian looked like I just kicked his puppy and Azriel’s confidence helped me calm down.

“I didn’t know owning a restaurant was such a dangerous profession.” I quipped trying to distract myself.

Rhysand chuckled underneath his breath, making me realize how truly close I was standing to him. I tried to take a step back to at least keep some of my dignity intact but he pulled me even closer, heart spread across my cheeks. “You’d be surprised.”

Well.. That’s true I’d seen Roman with countless bandages, for someone who worked in the kitchen of a high-class restaurant you’d think he’d be better with a knife, he’d only told me it was ‘Part of his charm.’

A hospital scared me even worse, plus I would feel guilty. I nodded my agreement and Cassian lifted my wrist removing the rag. Both him and Azriel started cleaning it and I let out another whimper, black dots dancing in my vision at the sight of my own blood coming out of my body.

Rhysand titled my chin to look at him, those dark blue eyes almost looking violet in this lighting. “Talk to me about something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

I paused, suddenly all my thoughts emptying when prompted. I opened my mouth to respond but suddenly a sharp burning sensation spread throughout my entire hand and I squealed in pain, pressing my head into Rhysand’s shoulder. He shushed me comfortingly, running a hand up and down my spine in soothing motions until all the pain just…disappeared.

I pulled away to try and look at what they were doing to my hand. But he captured my attention with conversation once again. We talked about me losing my keys, my annoying neighbor playing loud music throughout all hours of the night, then eventually the rude customers at the host stand and the annoying tables I’d had. It was an easy conversation, making me forget all about my cut. Then I realized I was speaking badly about my job to the person who signed off on my paychecks.

God this blood loss was making me lose my damn-minded. The way they were taking care of me softened something inside of me. It made my walls slip and I made stupid mistakes like thinking they liked me or telling my bosses bad things about my job. They were respectful to my coworkers and I tried to force myself to remember I was just an employee.

It did however warm my heart how much they cared about their employee’s well being and I tried to tamper down the jealousy that they might’ve taken care of my coworkers like this as well.

We were extremely well taken care of here. Plus the tips were good which was surprising seeing as everyone knew rich people were monsters -Marisa told me it would be disrespectful to Rhys if they didn’t-. So they obviously had a good reputation for a reason.

So no, I was not going to risk a good job just because Rhys’ voice did things to my insides. That Cassian was making me laugh even as they sutured my hand and Azriel’s touch sent sparks down my spine. I tried to remind myself they were just good employers. Tried to not let it all get to my head

This really was just not my night.

Even if I would replay this moment in my head before I go to sleep every night in utter embarrassment, these were my freaking bosses and they had seen me crying and in pain. Not my best moment.

“Sorry…This is your restaurant. I like my job. Don’t fire me.” I spoke, playing it off with an awkward laugh but Rhysand just gave me another of those dazzling smiles. “Trust me, we’re not going to fire you.”

“All done.” Azriel spoke gruffly and I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until I was staring at my newly bandaged palm. “Wow…Thank you guys! I truly am sorry about all of this. I promise to be more careful. It won’t happen again. I’ll get back to my tables.”

“You’re not going back to work.” They all spoke at the same time, those dark eyes settling on me until I squirmed slightly. They really were too attractive for their own good. Maybe I really did need to find a new job because god the things I wanted to do to these men was anything but professional.

“It’s a busy Saturday night, I’ve already been avoiding my tables for a long time. Marisa is going to kill me.”

“Wasn’t negotiable Darling.” Rhysand said in that demanding tone again.

“Rhysand, Sir-”

“We’ve talked about this. It’s Rhys.”

“Alright…..Rhys.” I appeased him even if it felt wrong, the nickname tasted unfamiliar on my tongue and way too intimate. “I promise I’m fine. You don’t have to do that.”

I had bills to pay after all, and as if he was reading my mind- “You’ll be reimbursed for the injury.”

I bit my lip anxiously, of course I was excited to go home and rest, maybe catch up on some trashy tv show but I would feel horrible leaving my coworkers all alone on a busy night like this. “Are you sure? If you need me I’m happy to stay, plus the injury was my fault-”

“We’ll see you next in a few days, get some good rest.” It was Azriel who spoke this time.

I nodded, giving them a soft smile. “Ok..well thank you so much guys I really appreciate it.”

After grabbing my things and going over how to take care of my wound with Azriel I left, thanking them again for their help. They really were great bosses.

#poly+sjmweek2025 #poly+sjmweek2025d4 #polyweek #mafia au #mafia bat boys #poly!batboys x reader #poly acotar #polyfanfic #batboys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #fluff #clueless reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar au #mafia!batboys x reader

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niabrooks2003 · 2 months ago

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It’s Time to Defend Taylor from Win or Lose (2025)

I don’t normally voice my disagreements with how people ingest media in a public manner. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. HOWEVER…too many people are coming after Taylor from Pixar’s Win or Lose (2025) and ion like that so…

With TV/film suppressing so much Black Girl representation, seeing Taylor, Kai, and Rochelle as a part of the main cast was exciting! This rant will be about how viewers have reacted to just Taylor though, concerning episodes 5 and 6.

Get cozy because there’s a lot to unpack here. Here’s your SPOILER ALERT!

I thought Taylor and Yuwen made a very cute couple. I love how they depicted what it’s like falling in love during your awkward years. Yuwen was very sweet with Taylor and it was clear Taylor brought out the best in Yuwen (as confirmed by Kai).

Of course, their relationship comes to a rocky patch when Yuwen becomes jealous and insecure when he sees Taylor and Tom interacting. For these interactions, keep in mind that they are portrayed from Yuwen’s perspective. Taylor eventually calls things off when Yuwen purposely catches Taylor off-guard to pitch the ball, which causes Taylor to miss and the other team to make a run.

On social media I have seen the cutest edits to this imaginary couple. I’ve also seen some sad ones. In almost every sad one, Taylor is casted as the villain. The comments are even worse! Many place the fault on Taylor for hurting Yuwen, or worse, cast her off as “the worst girlfriend AND big sister”. They have massacred my poor Shayla despite her getting just as hurt, if not more.

Let’s break it down:

1. In episode 6, we are introduced to the “real” Yuwen. The Yuwen we see is outwardly very cocky, self-assured and sometimes aloof. Yuwen deals with social anxiety and insecurity by hiding behind a “Class clown” persona. He relies on humor and positive attention to thrive among his peers. We also see his inner child, who is very sweet and portrays Yuwen’s real feelings.

2. Episode 5 and 6 give a more detailed look into Taylor. She is a great softball player and gets along well with her teammates. It’s shown that Tom and Taylor are good friends. Pre-relationship, Taylor and Yuwen can be seen sharing easy banter with each other. I think it’s important to note that Taylor never instigates such banter and only participates at Yuwen’s insistance. Taylor is also held responsible for her younger brother, Ira, during the games (More on this later).

3. Taylor is well aware of this from the jump. On their first date to the movies, she explicitly assures Yuwen to just be himself. And he does — as best as he can, anyhow.

Yuwen eventually opens up to Taylor and reveals his “inner child”. A very touched Taylor reveals her “inner child” in return. In doing so, they both share a personal secret: Yuwen shares he is very insecure, while Taylor shares that she gets nauseous when nervous.

Claim #1: It’s Taylor’s fault for hurting Yuwen, he’s obviously insecure and she knows this!

Aht aht! Wait a min… let’s refute this ridiculous opinion (because it’s important to realize that these comments are JUST OPINIONS)

Obviously they are just kids, but let’s give a little bit of credit here. Kids can go through amazing growth in interpersonality and emotional intelligence. Yuwen is shown to struggle with letting his guard down, but he made an active decision to do so with Taylor. Taylor recognizes this and returns the favor. It’s a hugesign of mutual trust. To keep that trust, you’ve got to work at it.

The first incident that lead to their breakup occurs at school. Tom hands Taylor her dropped cell phone and the two engage in a conversation. While Yuwen is shown to be initially irritated, it quickly turns to crushing insecurity and leads to Taylor pushing him away after he butts into the conversation with an ill-timed joke. If you pay close attention to Taylor’s expression, tone, and what is being said to Tom, it is clear she is concerned for Tom. During the conversation it is revealed that something might be wrong with Tom’s brother and it is somehow related to Tom’s academic troubles (which eventually leads into Rochelle’s storyline).

Now, Taylor doesn’t yell at Yuwen, she doesn’t scream or accuse him of being a jerk. All she asks for is that Yuwen can be serious at times. Which is fair. It’s clear that Tom’s brother is a sensitive topic, and even though Yuwen isn’t aware of the situation, he unfortunately chose to give into his insecurities and push the clown narrative, despite Taylor’s initial warning (the push away).

After a dramatic, emotional montage of inner child Yuwen and inner child Taylor fighting and crying, it jumps to the night of the championships. From Yuwen’s perspective, Taylor angrily brushes past him on the way to the field, leaving Yuwen hurt.

However, in the episode prior, Ira’s perspective shows that Taylor in fact reaches out to Yuwen in an attempt to understand why Yuwen is being aloof and clearly upset. Yuwen, retreating to his humor shield, mockingly repeats Taylor’s request to “use your words”. Taylor tells him he is being rude, and he shoots back that Taylor is being rude, still upset over her reaction at his jokes towards Tom at school. Yuwen is then shown to be the one walking away from Taylor as she confronts her brother. Yuwen is shutting Taylor out.

But before yall come and say it’s because Taylor hurt his feelings, remember that Taylor was just as hurt after their argument. She is literally crying in the car on the way to the game. Leave my poor girl alone, she has feelings too!

Now to the actual game.

Earlier in the episode, Taylor enlists Yuwen’s help in practicing her catches, as she’d like to be catcher one day. Yuwen initially doesn’t take Taylor seriously (out of concern of course), but when Taylor get’s upset and expresses frustration, he finally gets with the program.

While in the pit, the team notice the animosity between the couple and Tom decides to spill the tea Taylor told him and announce that Yuwen’s acting the way he is because he is insecure. Okay a few things to unpack here. First, Taylor is sitting with her headphones on, so she doesn’t know Tom has announced this. Second, remember Taylor and Tom are close (platonically), I assume this was a private conversation (perhaps as a way to apologize to Tom on Yuwen’s behalf) that went down after Taylor and Yuwen’s argument.

Yuwen takes the slight very hard and retaliates by sharing to the whole team that Taylor wants to take Rochelle’s place as catcher, but he voices doubt that Taylor is no where near as good as Rochelle for it to be feasible. Taylor hears (since Yuwen is speaking with an increased volume) and takes off her headphones to fix him a glare (but doesn’t say anything). But before, she is sitting there looking heartbroken.

So, when the coach asks for a temporary fill-in for Rochelle (she is absent atm), Taylor volunteers. The coach decides he wants to be stupid and asks if Taylor thinks she’s a better catcher than Rochelle (despite NOBODY wanting to volunteer for the catcher positon except Taylor). He dismisses the dumb comment at Taylor’s pointed expression. This hits hard since now that is TWO people instilling or voicing disbelief in Taylor’s catching capabilities, despite the hard work and success that’s being put in!

Yuwen’s not done though. In another insecure attack, he picks fun at Taylor and discretely reveals her secret by “encouraging” her not to puke if she gets nervous in front of the whole team. It backfires though and the whole team regard Yuwen coldly. Taylor, always forced into being the bigger person, just tells Yuwen “I’ll see you on the field”. On the field, Yuwen refuses to listen to Taylor’s pitch signs, which leads to the eventual missed catch.

Taylor is through. Rightfully so. She’s visibly upset and frustrated towards Yuwen’s behavior towards her because Yuwen is refusing to communicate and show nothing but animosity (plus, he’s broken her trust by intentionally sharing her secret to the whole team) So, she ends things, and walks off the field.

Claim #2: Taylor is the worst because she treats Ira horribly!

Honestly, it’s giving yall just want an excuse to hate on Black girls. I feel like I didn’t see this opinion until after episode six, soooooooo, the math ain’t mathin if yall are just really defensive of Ira.

Episode 5 is told from Ira’s perspective. Ira is Taylor’s imaginative little brother who accompanies Taylor at softball meets (probably due to her parents just dropping him off with Taylor). Taylor is left to look after him while playing the game. Despite her slight annoyance (which I think is justified), she still cares deeply about her brother (i.e. replying to Ira’s complaints and announcements during the game).

In a move reminiscent to Nico and Bianca Di Angelo (but, you know, without the total abandonment and death), Taylor starts hanging out with Yuwen, which doesn’t bode well with Ira. In Ira’s eyes, Taylor is the only one who gets him. So he decided to roll with the “Bleacher Creatures” after they show interest in him.

Taylor voices her concern with that fact and pulls their mom into it when Ira shows disinterest in her warnings. Taylor is justifiably worried about her brother hanging around the kids that obviously cause some trouble. She even tells Yuwen about it, and he agrees to talk to Ira. The timing is a bit unclear, but I assume that the movie date had happened just before that (with Ira spilling about Taylor’s boyfriend happening before that — whew, work with me here!). So the next morning on the school bus, Yuwen’s attempt to fist bump Ira (Ira chooses to lick Yuwen’s fist instead ) was also Yuwen’s attempt at bonding with Ira at Taylor’s request.

But before yall come with the: “but she yelled at Ira before the game!”

She is upset with Yuwen and Ira chose to interrupt… what did yall think was gonna happen?

Taylor is frustrated. She has been put in the position of having to read between the lines and make decisions for people and she’s tired.

Ira was able to come to terms that what he did with the Bleacher Creatures was wrong by himself. When you have an older sis calling all the shots, it can be difficult to decide on your own. It’s a moment of growth for Ira.

I’m not dismissing that Ira’s feelings got hurt about his sister distancing from him, but Taylor is her own person as well.

In conclusion, Taylor’s actions are justified and she is also a victim in this scenario, not just Yuwen. Insecurity should not be an excuse to hurt your partner. I hope Yuwen talks to Taylor and they make up, but yall better recognize that Yuwen hurt Taylor too.

And that Taylor deserves just as much love.

#win or lose #pixar #Taylor is innocent and she deserves the world #yall think I forgot or forgave Yuwen bullying Laurie huh #disney plus

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hsnlv · 26 days ago

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sucking jake off! • jake x fem!reader > smut, choking, degradation, oral (m, receiving), mdni!

how did you end up here?

you don’t know. but did you hate it? how could you, when he tastes like this? when he sounds like that?

“fuck, look at you,” jake groans, head tipping back as he watches your mouth move on him. “such a filthy little thing, huh? letting me use that pretty mouth like it’s all you’re good for.”

his hand is tangled in your hair now, not tugging—just resting there, warm and heavy, like a crown you’ve earned. you try to stay steady, hollowing your cheeks just how he likes, spit pooling and dripping down your chin as your rhythm falters under the weight of his words.

“eyes up,” he snaps softly, and your lashes flutter as you obey.

good. obedient. ruined.

“that’s it, bunny. show me how much you love choking on my cock,” he says, voice almost tender if not for the filth of it. “can’t even breathe right, but you don’t care, do you? you love it too much. love being my perfect little toy.”

you whimper around him, and it makes his hips stutter. his thighs tense.

his control cracks just a little.

“god, you’re so good for me. fuck, baby—so fucking perfect.”

he grits his teeth, hand tightening just slightly in your hair. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else can. only me.”

your jaw aches. your throat burns. but still, you don’t stop.

you can’t stop.

“made for this,” he groans, voice unraveling. “made for me.”

and when he finally spills down your throat, he moans your name like a prayer—eyes locked on yours, his body trembling, undone in the most beautiful way.

you swallow. every drop.

and he watches with that ruined smile, like he’s proud and still not done with you.

“atta girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your slick bottom lip. “fuckin’ angel. messiest little angel i’ve ever seen.”

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dannyriccsystem · 25 days ago

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hellaur u thought about something, imagine like reader being Max's little sister, and all the rookies are like friends with her but theres this one rookie who has a crush on her, Max being the big brother that he is is overprotective and such

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: You, Max Verstappen’s younger sister, is forbidden from dating any of your best friends— The 2025 season’s rookies!

Warnings: None… Just an overly protective big brother Max, not proofread

Featuring: implied Kimi Antonelli x Reader, Older brother!MV1, Platonic!OB87, JD7, GB5, IH6, LL30

Unsure of which rookie you were hoping for, so I went with Kimi! I also opted to make it partially a SMAU.

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y/nverstappen 2025 rookies ❌ My new best friends ✅

tagged olliebearman, liamlawson30, kimi.antonelli, isackhadjar, gabrielbortoleto_, jackdoohan, maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 - Why am I crossed out? 🙄 I’m the only reason you’re friends

y/nverstappen - Cause this ain’t about you 🙄 You get everything.

olliebearman - That first pic of me is awful 🥲

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username1 - I just know Max HATES constantly having to see and hear about these rookies 😂

y/nverstappen - Are you kidding me? They’re basically his kids already 🙄

isackhadjar - Y/N when will you come feature in a Kardashian lip sync?

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maxverstappen1 - sorry, she’s only allowed to feature on @/redbullracing…

> y/nverstappen - Says who? I would love to feature

kimi.antonelli - Hi Y/N!! ☺️

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y/nverstappen - Hi Kimi!! 😗

> maxverstappen1 - Why the kissy face 😡 Get rid of that!

> y/nverstappen - What’s up yours today?

username2 - So Y/N and Kimi… 👀

username3 - I know Max is losing it 😂

kimi.antonelli

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kimi.antonelli Met an idol, met him again, and then met his cool sister! Hi Y/N!

tagged y/nverstappen, maxverstappen1

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olliebearman - Y/N and Max get their own post and I don’t? I’ve known you longer!

kimi.antonelli - Sorry mate! I gotta get along with the world champion

> username4 - and his sister..? 👀

maxverstappen1 - I’m watching you, Kimi!

kimi.antonelli - Watching me win, hopefully!

> username5 - Watching you fail at flirting*

y/nverstappen - Not even a pic with my face in it?

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kimi.antonelli - It would ruin my perfect slideshow with me and max

> y/nverstappen - I hope you crash 🖕

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redbullracing - How time flies! Neither of the boys in that first picture knew he’d be a four time world champ! 💪 Let’s go for five!

y/nverstappen - 3 time*

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> maxverstappen1 - Can you not?

> y/nverstappen - I have nothing but hatred for you in my heart

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username6 - I’m so down for the KimiY/N plotline

username7 - Grid dad since forever 😭

username8 - Max always looks so uncomfortable in pictures 😂

MARCH 16TH, 2025 - 1:30 P.M.

It was officially the first race of the 2025 Formula One season. After lots of days with the media, Y/N was ready to just sit back and watch the chaos of the Australian Grand Prix unfold. While she did enjoy her time off, Formula One was something she had dearly missed during the break.

Y/N would never tell him this face to face, but she was always a fan of watching her brother race. The last few years in school was made less boring by rewatching old highlights and interviews, finding his sassy comebacks and witty quips to be hilariously entertaining.

This year was different, though. Because Max was no longer her only connection! Y/N made the last minute decision to finish her final year in high school online, opting to travel with her older brother and his girlfriend instead. She noticed that the rookies flocked towards him instantly, finding strange comfort in the previous world champion. However, that meant they surrounded her, too.

She liked them all! They were all unique and interesting in their own ways, but one lone rookie stood out. His humorous personality and friendly demeanor drew the girl in, which is why Y/N was now rooting for both Max Verstappen, her brother, and the delightful Kimi Antonelli.

As she was navigating the crowded paddock, Y/N felt something knock against the back of her head. She stumbled forward ever so slightly, twisting to meet the face of her culprit— Speak of the devil!

“Oh, Y/N! I’m sorry!” Kimi waved his hands frantically in an apologetic manner. He had been talking to Ollie, very animatedly at that, when he just happened to hit her. “Are you okay?”

She laughed it off, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, no worries. I think Max has done worse… On purpose.”

“What have I done?” Y/N shivered at the familiarly accented voice from behind her. She could practically hear how clenched his jaw was.

“Hit me-”

“He hit you?!” She was promptly cut off, her brother now flared up like an angry lizard.

“No!” Both Y/N and Kimi simultaneously yelped, making eye contact with each other, and then Max. “Well, not on purpose,” Y/N began. “It was an accident, really.”

“Hm.” Max put his hand on his sister’s shoulder, turning around and guiding her away. After a moment, he looked over his shoulder and squinted at the younger man. “Race is starting soon, so you should get to the garage.”

Y/N raised a brow, but nodded. “Okay.”

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maxverstappen1 P2! Tricky conditions, but good fun! See you in Shanghai 🇨🇳💪

tagged redbullracing

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y/nverstappen - WOO THAT’S MY BROTHER!

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lando - Your brother didn’t even win 😂

> y/nverstappen - He tried and that’s enough for me

username9 - That was some proper racing! Let’s go super Max

username10 - That race damn near gave me a heart attack

username11 - Max carrying redbull on his shoulders, like always 🙄

y/nverstappen - one race in, and people are already being super opinionated… Liam is fine! Shut up!

> username12 - never mess with bff Y/N

kimi.antonelli

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kimi.antonelli Ciao Melbourne! Had lots of fun racing! Scored during my first race 😉

tagged mercedesamgf1, y/nverstappen

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username13 - Did he think we wouldn’t notice the second picture?

username14 - Scored, huh? Points or a girlfriend 🤔??

maxverstappen1 - Good job, mate!

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username15 - He’s definitely ignoring it too

y/nverstappen - Congrats, I’m so proud of you! P4 🥹

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kimi.antonelli - Oh thanks ☺️❤️

> username16 - Not even trying to hide it anymore.

Y/N’S MESSAGES☆

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 Welcome to the family I guess

P.S. Break her heart and I will crash into you on purpose!

tagged y/nverstappen, kimi.antonelli

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redbullracing - Ha! What a funny JOKE caption! Our little comedian.

maxverstappen1 - Yeah… A joke

y/nverstappen - Thanks for hard launching MY relationship

maxverstappen1 - Kimi said it was ok 👍

> y/nverstappen - ??

> y/nverstappen - What the hell, sure

kimi.verstappen - So happy to be apart of a great fam!

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y/nverstappen - WHY DID YOU CHANGE YOUR USER

username17 - WE KNEW IT

username18 - FINALLY

olliebearman - congrats to the happy couple

isackhadjar - dibs on maid of honor

y/nverstappen - wouldn’t dare pick anyone else

liamlawson30 - Totally unexpected (I knew the whole time)

maxverstappen1 - ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

> y/nverstappen - SNITCH

kimi.antonelli - ❤️💙

y/nverstappen - ❤️💙

#f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula 1 #formula one #kimi antonelli #ka12 x reader #ka12 #mv1 #max verstappen

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