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goldenroutledge · 3 days ago

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i wish you roses

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

word count: 8.0k

warning(s): angst !!

summary: inspired by ‘i wish you roses’ - kali uchis. in which no one can have it all, not even lewis hamilton. sometimes the best way to love, is to let go.

a/n: my first time writing for lewis! i just had to take a break from the blurbs to write this, and honestly i love how it turned out 🥹 enjoy!

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“Now we have one more question, Lewis…” The interviewer teases with a grin, “You and your girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n have been the most talked about couple inside the paddock ever since you debuted your relationship. If you’re comfortable answering, what does your future look like together?”

“If I had a crystal ball, I would tell you.” Lewis jests, deflecting as he always does best. The personal questions have never been his favorite.

“Of course you’ve been very protective of your personal life, and rightfully so, but the people wanna know! Do you see yourselves getting married? Possibly raising a future World Champion or two?”

Lewis chuckles, wondering how he’ll successfully play this off. “Like I said, I can’t predict the future. What I can tell you is that I’m absolutely committed to Scuderia Ferrari and what we plan to achieve together. That’s the only “marriage” I’m focused on.” The interviewer thanks Lewis, leaving him to carry on with the rest of his day of his media day.

But not even hours pass before the interview is published, making headlines on every platform possible, with each one more gossipy than the last. It wasn’t until your best friend sent you an ‘Everything okay?’ text that you started to panic.

Your first instinct was to check Google first, knowing the press has more access to your life than you’re comfortable with. One of the many tradeoffs you’d come to accept with dating Lewis. There was always something to talk about, you have to brace yourself for anything.

‘Still He Rises… Alone? SHOCKING Revelation on Hamilton’s Next Chapter’

‘What’s that Sound? Not Wedding Bells, says Lewis Hamilton’

‘All that Glitters isn’t Gold: Trouble in Paradise for F1’s Golden Couple’

‘Not so Fast: F1 Bachelor Lewis Hamilton ENDS Marriage Rumors with Longtime Girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n’

Your eyes couldn’t stop scanning over the headlines that lit up your screen, as if reading them again and again would somehow change the words or make them disappear altogether. It wasn’t heartbreak that struck you, it was anger. Usually it wouldn’t have been your first resort. You’d learned to take everything in the media with a grain of salt, especially when it pertains to Lewis. You always gave him the benefit of the doubt, always believed him above everyone else.

This time, as you listen to Lewis give the answer on video, something shifts. Sure the headlines are dramatic, carefully crafted to get clicks, but there’s not much to be misconstrued when he very clearly answers the question. The only ‘marriage’ he’s focused on is his partnership with Ferrari. Hell, you almost wished he’d said nothing at all. Before you can react any further, his keys are jingling in the door as he unlocks it.

“Honey, I’m home!” His footsteps sound through the hallway, and you remain silent in your place on the sofa, pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Y/n?”

“Hi, Lewis.”

His brows furrow at the cold tone that sharpens your response, combined with the way you barely acknowledge him as he takes his coat off. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s great. How was your day?”

“Long. Sorry we couldn’t meet for lunch today. With joining this team there’s always someone new to meet, you know how it goes.”

“Sounds busy.”

“It was, but in the best way.”

“Right.” You chide sarcastically. “You couldn’t have lunch with me today because you were a little busy telling the world that you have no intentions of marrying me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please Lewis, don’t play clueless with me tonight, I watched the interview. It’s only been covered by every major celebrity news publication today.”

He rolls his eyes, knowing exactly the moment you’re referring to. Honestly, he expected for you to praise how well he shut down the conversation, knowing how sacred privacy is to you. “Come on, sweetheart. You know you can’t take that stuff seriously.”

“They may be making a mockery out of it but you were quoted, Lewis. I heard it, I read it, I saw it… there’s no way you can downplay this right now.”

Lewis moves to your spot on the couch, sitting down beside you and placing a hand on your thigh. “We’ve always agreed to keep our life away from the vultures, haven’t we? I didn’t think it would be fair to share something with the world that we’ve barely discussed ourselves.”

“That’s only because you never let us talk about it, Lewis. You act like the ‘future’ is something so distant and far away that you don’t even have to think about it yet. Every time you get a question like that, you give the same bullshit answer. Everyone thinks you’re not serious about our future together and honestly, I’m starting to believe it.”

His eyes widen as he registers that you have, in fact, had enough of his non-answers. “Honey, you can’t possibly believe that. They have no idea what our life is like, they’re taking crumbs to make it seem like we’re having problems!”

“And those are crumbs that you fed them!” You remind him, not wavering under any circumstances. Not under his gaze that usually takes your breath away, not under his touch that usually leaves you warm and tingly inside. He can’t keep getting away with this. “I mean, what am I supposed to think when I hear you say something like that?”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that! I wanted to keep the conversation focused on my career and the team.”

“Yet at the mention of making me your wife, you answered the question like they asked you what you ate for dinner last night! You were indifferent, Lewis. There was no sparkle in your eyes, no small smile that you try to keep to yourself. I know you well enough to know by now when there isn’t anything there.”

His head hangs low and he tries to take in what you’re saying. “I’m sorry honey, hurting you is the last thing I’d want to do. You know that right?”

“I do.” You nod, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Deep down, you want so badly to believe him with all of your heart. “But I need you to tell me that they’re lying. I need you– no, I need us– to prove them wrong. We’ve come this far, Lewis. I can’t stand the thought of it being for nothing.” Your eyes lock with his, and it’s comforting to notice that you both share the same look of sincerity, the same commitment to never turn your back on the other.

He cups your face in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead, then engulfs you in his arms as he whispers gentle words. “It’s not for nothing, it could never be. I promise, Y/n. I’ll prove them wrong. We’ll prove them wrong.”

His promise sticks with you. Silently, you hope and pray that he’s trying to convince you instead of himself.

–

The nightstand looks much prettier the next morning, decorated with your favorite red roses standing on top of it. Somewhat of a tradition between you and Lewis, as he would buy them sometimes to make up and sometimes ‘just because’. They were always nice to wake up to, especially when your bed would be empty come sunrise.

A note rests underneath the bouquet.

My love,

I’m sorry about last night, I wish we could have woken up together this morning.

Figured I’d let you sleep. Text me when you get this, we’ll make up that lunch from yesterday.

I love you.

Lewis

–

The pitter-patter of raindrops falling outside the cafe window are distracting. Almost enough to keep you silent all through lunch, unable to stop your mind from wandering. Lewis sits opposite you, occasionally brushing his thumb across your knuckles as he holds your hand in his.

Sometimes the quiet moments are the best. You can simply bask in each other’s presence without a word being said between you. It’s unfortunate to realize these moments must always come to an end, even by your own doing.

“Can I ask you a question, Lewis?”

“Anything.”

“When we first started dating… What did you envision for us?”

“This.” Lewis meets your eyes, smiling peacefully. You can’t help but give him a smile back.

“Do you still dream about it?”

Lewis furrows his eyebrows, confused as to where this is coming from, but lingering questions from the previous night haven’t stopped playing in your head. “Honey, of course I do. There’s nobody else I’d rather be on this journey with.”

You nod, still somewhat unconvinced, even though you try to tell yourself differently. Lately, that hasn’t been enough. The pit in your stomach only seems to be growing.

When you don’t respond, Lewis continues. “If I remember correctly, when we first met, you dreamed of becoming a florist and opening your own shop. Do you still dream about that?”

Your eyes snap back to his at the mention of something you’d told him years ago. You’re a little surprised he still remembers, after all this time. “Of course I do. Maybe my dreams changed a little bit when I fell in love with you, though.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know. I guess you have dreams big enough for the both of us. Doesn’t leave much room for mine.”

Lewis frowns. “How long have you been feeling like that?”

“How long have we been together?” You answer rhetorically with a chuckle, but Lewis doesn’t laugh with you. “It’s not your fault, by any means. I choose to be with you and I embrace everything that comes with loving you. But it’s the truth.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way. I always figured we would explore that after I retired, when our life is a little more stable.”

You sigh at his admission, calling his bluff before you can stop yourself. “You’ll never be retired, Lewis.”

He gives you a puzzled look. “As much as I love Formula 1, I won’t be racing forever.”

“Sure, maybe you’ll retire from racing. But you’ll fill your calendar with a million other things. Film projects, fashion partnerships, Almave, jumping out of planes in between… There will always be something else.”

He smiles softly in reflection and it makes your stomach turn. Whether he acknowledges it or not, Lewis knows you’re telling the truth. “Maybe. But there’s always room for you in that plan, and for your plans too. It’s not just you and me, it’s our life together. We’ll make room for it all, won’t we?”

You chuckle at his relentlessness. “You’ve got to be the most insatiable man in the world, Lewis. You’re never satisfied. And for some strange reason, I love that about you. I can’t help it.”

Lewis grins, leaning over to kiss you across the table. “Good. Promise you’ll never stop?”

“I promise.” Your forehead rests against his for a moment, needing to hear him vow the same to you. “Will you do the same for me?”

“Always.”

–

“So love, I’ve been thinking…” Lewis starts, getting dressed for the day on one side of the closet while you get ready on the other. “We should walk the carpet together at the MET this year.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I am a co-chair after all, so it’ll be extra special. What do you say?”

“Sure, but isn’t it a little early to be thinking about that? The first Monday in May is still months away, honey.”

“It is.” Lewis agrees, making his way over to you as he wraps his arms around your frame from behind, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “But it would mean a lot to me if it was us up there together.” He presses a kiss to the back of your neck to emphasize his point, before he helps you clasp your necklace together.

“Well, forgive me for being the slightest bit surprised. A lot of people will be talking about it, you know.”

“Exactly. And we’ll be there to show them a united front.”

You freeze in his hold, connecting the dots out of pure skepticism. His choice of words doesn’t exactly help your worries. “United front?”

“Yeah, we’ll show the world that our relationship is not ‘on the rocks’ or whatever those bullshit articles were saying.”

You take a step away from him, turning around so you are standing face to face. “Is that why you’re asking me? To squash the media’s narrative about the strength of our relationship?”

“Y/n.” Lewis sighs. “I don’t want to do this again. I just want us to live our lives, everyone else can go fuck themselves as far as I’m concerned.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Are you asking me to go with you for appearances; Yes or no?” He pauses, attempting to say something, anything to put your mind at ease, but the words fail to come out. “Don’t lie to me, Lewis.”

“It’s not the only reason!” He defends. “Maybe I want to stick it to the media because they have no idea what they’re talking about. They shouldn’t get to make these stupid claims about my life while I just take it on the chin! I’ve had enough of that.”

“And I agree, but you can’t just use me as a pawn to make a point or whatever you’re trying to do! I’m not your accessory, I’m supposed to be your partner.”

“And you are my partner in this, forever. I just want everyone to be reminded of that.” Lewis explains, placing his hands on your hips to keep you from retreating away.

“So do I. But you’re so caught up in blaming other people that you can’t even acknowledge that these rumors only started because you fed them the story!”

Lewis retracts his hands, growing defensive. “Oh, so this is my fault? Well, excuse me for trying to fix it!” Your movements are quick as you lace your sneakers and throw on a jacket, leaving the bedroom with haste. “Where are you going?” Lewis questions, defeated.

“For a walk. Don’t follow me.” And with that, you were out the door before he has a chance to protest.

–

The London weather is typical, cloudy skies with the fresh smell of rain filling the atmosphere. It couldn’t better reflect the way you’re feeling about your relationship with Lewis, the uncertainty consuming your thoughts more often than not lately. It’s the first time in your life that you’ve wondered if you and Lewis would make it or not. It’s the first time you’ve wondered what life without him would look like. It’s scary, but not impossible.

Autopilot has consumed you for so long, that taking control of your life attracts you now more than ever. The beautiful greenery in Hyde Park reminds you of it. If only the rose garden were in full bloom. Still, it’s amazing to see how some of the bushes have survived through the first frost. It’s oddly inspiring to look at what appears to be so delicate, remain standing through rough conditions. You can’t help but imagine if things would be the same for you, too. Maybe there’s a reason why this has always been your favorite trail to walk.

About 40 minutes pass before he finds you, having left the house 10 minutes after you did. He even stopped to get a bouquet of roses on the way, knowing they always find a way to cheer you up. Lewis figures you need some time to clear your head, and he understands that feeling better than anyone. He’s more than happy to give that to you, but needs to know you’re safe above anything else.

You’re standing in front of an empty building when he spots you. It’s old and rustic, but not quite to the point of collecting dust. It has charm, you can tell just by looking at it. Even though there’s nothing here anymore but a ‘For Sale’ sign hanging in the window, a phone number listed below it, you can’t stop gazing through the glass.

“Honey?”

The familiar sound of Lewis’ voice startles you, breaking your trance. “What are you doing here?” You’re surprised more than anything, but you really shouldn’t be. It would be unlike Lewis to leave you alone for too long after an argument.

“I come bearing roses.” He laments, handing you the bouquet, albeit smaller than what he usually gets. Those ones are large enough to fill a room, but he can only carry so many at once.

“And I also come bearing an apology. We’ve been having the same fight lately and I’ve been so frustrated in trying to stop it. The only opinion in this world I care about is yours, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did in the interview. Me not wanting to marry you? That couldn’t be further from the truth. Everyday I wake up the luckiest man on Earth because I’m laying beside you.”

“They’re lovely, Lewis. Thank you.” You smell the roses, instinctively feeling that familiar calm take over as you do. “The apology isn’t so bad either.”

He chuckles, letting himself relax. By the looks of it, the fresh air and a little space did you both some good. “This has been a struggle for me, too. I should be talking to you about these things instead of trying to control them on my own. I just want to protect you from everything I can.”

“I know. You always try your best to do that.” You offer, hoping to assuage some of the guilt he’s feeling.

“It’s just… My life has been Formula 1 for so long that I guess I never imagined a time where Lewis Hamilton spends his day at the office and comes home to the wife. I’m not wired that way.”

“I know you’re not. I’ve always known that, it would be unfair of me to try and change you now. Not that I would want to, anyway.”

Lewis’ heart warms at your understanding nature. It’s both exciting and scary how well you know him, and love him through all of it. “What’s unfair of me, is to pretend that what you’ve imagined for us isn’t important, or that it doesn’t exist at all. I’ve been narrow minded and I’m sorry about that.”

His apology fills you with the hope that you’ve been needing, in order to move past this once and for all. “You’ve always been stubborn, I’ve gotten used to it.”

Lewis smiles. “You love all of the things I wish I could change about myself. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

“You don’t have to. Kiss me, instead?”

Lewis grants your wish and places his lips on yours. You’re careful not to drop the beautiful bouquet of flowers into the puddle on the ground below you. Your free hand cups the side of his face and you smile against his lips, finally feeling some peace as you open yourselves up to each other. It’s been a long time coming.

When you pull back, he holds your body close to his, wishing to never let go. It’s something he should do more often. “So, what brought you over here?”

“Oh, I was just walking through the park when I noticed this building, I couldn’t help but stop and stare. It’s cute, right?”

“Very.” He agrees, picking up the way you glance between your roses and the empty building space. “You see yourself here, don’t you?”

“A little bit.” You admit reluctantly, never letting your hopes get too high. Not yet, anyway. “But it would never happen.”

“How can you be so sure?”

You give him a confused look, remembering that he knows exactly the reason why it won’t happen. “Me, starting a business right now? It’s a little far-fetched, isn’t it?”

Lewis’ expression is one of indecision. “Maybe you wouldn’t open tomorrow, but I’d say it’s worth looking into.”

“Of course you would say that, you’ve had the entrepreneur title for a while now.” You tease lightheartedly, and he laughs.

“I’m not saying for me, silly. It’s your dream and I want to support you, no matter how long it takes.”

“If I decided to pursue it now, I don’t know what that would mean for us.”

Lewis sighs, taking your free hand in his. “Me neither.”

You might use that to distract from the truth, but it goes without saying that you both know exactly what it means. The goodbye would be tough; it’s not one either of you are ready to say yet. Neither of you can even acknowledge that it would take saying goodbye for your dream to step out of your imagination to come to fruition. For now, denial feels like the better of the two options.

“We should get home, I want to take care of these roses, not all of them can stand the cold.”

“They’re strong enough, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

You nod along, remembering your thoughts from earlier. These roses are a lot stronger than one might think, their fragile appearance would throw anyone off. “You’re right, I’m sure they will be, too.”

Lewis offers his arm so yours can link with his. If all it took was this walk to be able to talk with him openly again, you would’ve gone on it weeks ago.

Maybe your newfound serenity can be attributed to reconciling with Lewis, or the phone number for the building space that’s folded up in your back pocket.

–

“Hyde Park Realty Group, this is Sandra.”

“Hi, Sandra, this is Y/n Y/l/n. I’m calling about a property I came across the other day, a commercial space.” You inform her, listing off the address.

“Oh, Y/n! You’re in luck because it just went on the market this week! It’s in great condition despite what the pictures may show.” Sandra advises cheerfully, until her tone drops ever so slightly. “It’s so nice that we’ve actually received an inquiry already.”

“Oh wow, I guess I’m not really surprised. It’s a great little place. Did I mention that I’d be willing to pay above the asking price?”

“I will be sure to keep that in mind! Anything for my favorite client.”

You laugh at her enthusiasm on the other end of the line. “Well, since you mention that… Is there any way you can give me a name? Find out who’s interested in the place?”

“The listing agent happens to be a friend of mine, so I’m sure I can figure it out. Can I give you a call back when I do?”

“Absolutely, I’d appreciate that very much. Thank you, Sandra!”

“Always a pleasure.” She returns your pleasantries, ending the call immediately after.

–

Lewis sits in his office, unable to remain focused when he’s waiting for his phone to light up with a phone call. A few minutes turns into a half an hour, and it’s almost as if he’s manipulated the call into existence when his phone finally rings. He wastes no time in answering.

“So, I have good news and I have bad news.” Mark, his real estate agent, starts over the phone.

“What’s the bad news?” Lewis queries.

Mark pauses. “Someone has their eye on the property near Hyde Park, so we might be looking at a bidding war.”

“And the good news?”

“The good news is there’s no need for a bidding war, because the person interested happens to be your girlfriend, Y/n.”

Lewis' eyes widen and he can feel his heart beating out of his chest in anticipation. “What?! How is that supposed to be good news?”

“It’s simple, one of you buys the building and the other sleeps on the couch.” Mark jests.

“Yeah, very funny. The whole point of this is that it’s supposed to be a surprise. I don’t want her to know I’m buying the property. She doesn’t know that I’m putting an offer on it right?”

Mark hesitates on the other end. “Her realtor and I owed each other a favor… So I can’t promise that Sandra won’t let the cat out of the bag.”

“Isn’t there some kind of realtor-client confidentiality? What happened to that non-disclosure clause in the contract we signed?” Lewis admonishes, wanting to be furious when in reality, he’s a little thankful to get the heads up on this.

“Look, this information is just as useful to you as it would be to her. We’ll make a cash offer and I’m sure the seller will accept instantly. Just make sure Y/n doesn’t get to them first. You’re a fast man, aren’t you? I’m sure you can make that happen.”

Lewis sighs. “I can try. Thanks for the call.”

“No problem, I’ll take care of everything.” Mark assures, hanging up the phone.

Lewis lets his head fall into his hands. This certainly isn’t how he planned for things to go. The more you kept quiet, the more he did too, desperate to maintain control of the situation before it’s too late. He wants nothing more than to give you this gift, convinced that this is the one thing he can do to make it up to you after everything.

Lewis’ mind wanders, as it often does when he has a rare moment alone. He wonders why, after you two made up in Hyde Park, would you be inquiring about the building so soon? Were you planning to lease it until you both can spend more time in London? Surely you can’t start a business and still travel with him to races.

On the other hand, if there’s anyone that can do it, it’s you. But he knows you, and he knows that you don’t do anything halfass. Especially not something like this.

Maybe that’s partly why he’s still drawn to you so intensely after so long. You’re two peas in a pod in that regard; burning with an unyielding desire to tune out the world while you pursue your dreams.

An uneasy feeling settles inside of him, knowing that you’re getting restless. Lewis doesn’t know if you’d ever be sick of travelling with him, putting your dreams on hold while he continues chasing his. If the tables were turned, he knows how he would feel.

He doesn’t want to hold you back anymore, but it will be a cold day in hell before he sets you free. At the end of the day, he loves you. If Lewis can’t decide on his own, the velvet ring box in his desk drawer will do it for him.

–

Not even a day goes by before Lewis is asking you out to dinner again. A part of you wonders if he’s truly trying to make up for lost time, or if he knows that you’ll have one foot out the door if he doesn’t. Ever since Sandra called you back, this time with a name, you didn’t know what to make of Lewis’ behavior. All you did know was that you wouldn’t be playing any games with him. Not about this.

When you’d asked him what the occasion was, he played it off, giving you something sly like ‘Since when do I need an occasion to treat my girl?’. Corny, you’d admit. But there was something about it that made it feel like the beginning of your relationship again. Those butterflies came back out to play. You decided to make the most of it, hoping that this time, they’ll last.

“Wow, Lewis. This is a lot, even for you.” Your eyes scan the private balcony, decorated with red roses all around. The weather is chilly, but not cold enough to stop you from enjoying an evening under the stars, secluded from the world.

“It’s nothing for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to you or do for you, honey. Never forget that.” He charms, squeezing your waist gently.

You kiss him softly, hoping to relieve some of his nerves. Your thumb glides across his lips, wiping away a faint smudge of your red lipstick. “I know, and I love you very much for it. You have this way of making me feel like we’re the only two on Earth, and I could never get sick of it.”

“It does feel like that, doesn’t it?” Lewis muses, taking your hands in his as he smiles to himself. He bites his lip, feeling that he has so much more to say. “Somedays I wish that were true, we’d be spending a lot more time together.”

“Yeah but before me, you had a dream way bigger than us. And you’ve achieved that dream not only once, but seven– technically eight– and now almost nine times.” You beam with pride, knowing how much Lewis has dedicated himself to his career, and managed to rise up again after a tough few years.

Instead, Lewis gulps at your comment that your dreams individually might be bigger than the ones you have together. He wonders if that’s how you feel about your precious flower shop, too. It’s certainly not the best of moments for his mind to go there, not when this ring box is practically burning a hole through his pocket.

“Since I met you, I’d say this dream has grown on me quite a bit, too. Spending my life with you, having a family one day. Those have become my dreams too now.”

“And they’ve become mine.” You smile, squeezing his hands reassuringly. “Gosh, you don’t know how badly I’ve dreamed of that. But I understand why you’re hesitant to rush into it.”

“Yeah, about that.” Lewis wavers, clearing his throat to regain some steadiness to his voice. ��What if I was done hesitating? I think I’ve done enough of that, haven’t I?”

You shake your head at his insinuation. “I’m not going to pressure you into marrying me, Lewis. That can only come from your heart.”

“It does come from my heart.” He reassures you. “I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time now, I just… I’ve been waiting for the right moment to come around. But you know what? I’ve waited long enough.” Lewis retracts one of his hands from yours, reaching into the pocket of his wool coat.

To you, it happens in slow motion. You can barely register what you’re seeing as he lowers down onto one knee, opening the small velvet box for you to see, a beautiful diamond ring cushioned inside.

“Y/n, my love, will you marry me?”

You freeze.

Through all the times you’ve pictured this moment, none of them were like this. You never imagined that your answer could be anything but a resounding yes being shouted from the rooftops. You definitely didn’t imagine this would happen after the series of arguments you’d been having lately.

You remember that building in Hyde Park, how Sandra told you that it was someone close to you who was interested in buying it. Lewis does happen to be the most calculated man you know, and always uses it to his advantage, in business and on track. Not even in your worst nightmares have you imagined that he would ever use it against you.

But looking into his eyes as they search yours for some kind of answer, you realize this isn’t a nightmare. This isn’t some fantasy that’s too good to be true. Being Lewis’ wife, having him as your husband… that’s been written in your dreams for some time now.

“If you’re not ready, I understand. I’ll wait, I’ll give you however much time you need to think-”

“Yes.” You breathe out, so quiet that he needs to hear it again to be sure.

“What?”

“Yes, Lewis. I’ll marry you.”

The man has never gotten on both feet so fast, as he literally sweeps you off of yours, holding your body close to his. Heat radiates off his body as he embraces you tightly, but maybe that has less to do with his designer coat and more to do with the nerves that have been consuming him since you arrived.

Lewis pulls back, but only to kiss you with every ounce of passion he carries around, and has carried around with him from the very day you met. He slides the diamond ring onto your finger and you both admire the way it shines under the stars.

“I’ll love you forever, Y/n.”

“I’ll love you forever too, Lewis Hamilton.”

–

“Just keep them closed!” Lewis pleads, carefully guiding you beside him as you walk through Hyde Park together.

Sandra had been unusually quiet lately, and in all honesty, your heart was beating out of your chest to get a glimpse of that building that’s grown on you so much. You see it all the time. In your daydreams, imagining yourself fixing it up, one day making your own arrangements and selling flowers.

“We’re here!” Lewis exclaims, telling you to open your eyes. Sure enough, standing in front of the address you’ve become quite acquainted with over the last few weeks.

“What are we doing here? What is the surprise?” You take a look around, heart throbbing as you notice the ‘For Sale’ sign has been removed from the window. One look at Lewis’ smirk, and your stomach drops. “No, Lewis. Tell me you didn’t.”

“Surprise, baby.” He kisses your cheek excitedly, handing you a shiny golden key to unlock the front door. “Go ahead, it’s yours.”

“I was gonna buy this place.”

“I know! And I talked to Sandra, and convinced her to keep it a secret so I could surprise you. Please don’t hold it against her, okay?”

“So if you knew I wanted to buy it, why didn’t you let me?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let you blow your savings on this place just as we’re about to get married. It didn’t make sense to me.” Lewis explains, eyes scanning yours to figure out why you’re not leaping into his arms joyously, like he thought you would. “Come on, you’re not mad at me are you?”

“No, I’m not mad.” You reassure, a smile growing on your face as you examine the building all over again. Your building. “I really don’t know what to say, Lewis. I guess thank you would be the best place to start.”

“You deserve this. You deserve everything, and I intend on giving it to you.”

Lewis smiles against your lips as you kiss him, losing the words you wish to say. “I guess you’re right. Whether it was you or me to buy the space, it doesn’t really matter. I just thought it could’ve been a fun process, buying it on my own. I’ve never had something all to myself like this.”

“I don’t want you to worry, okay? It’s in your name anyway. Now, shall we go in?”

You take the hand he holds out for you. It’s reassuring to have Lewis as your partner in all of this; there’s no greater gift. There’s not a single house or building that could top that, not even a hundred red roses to wake up to in the morning.

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‘Can’t wait to celebrate you tonight xx’

You re-read Lewis’ text from hours ago, to make sure it was still there. You’re not going crazy, right? He said he’d be here, at the opening party for your flower shop.

To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement. Everything had been going so well. Remodeling and decorating the place to fit your taste, something that your customers would love too. Lewis was always sure to offer his advice when you asked for it.

Now, as the party full of your family and friends is in full swing, you can’t help but wish you hadn’t asked him for anything at all. Hours had gone by before people stopped asking where he was, you ignored their obvious, hushed whispers.

Some of your friends even suggested texting him again to make sure he’s not busy dealing with some kind of emergency. You brushed them off, knowing that any of those excuses would be far from the truth.

Maybe he didn’t intend on missing your big night, but did it really matter? He’s not here to see the bright bunches of florals elevating the space from what it once was; hollow rooms and cream walls so plain that they were begging for someone to bring them to life.

The arms of the clock keep inching forward, yet the front door to your shop never moves. You have to look away every time you subconsciously glance at it, your eyes daring to water as each person that congratulates you, isn’t the man you’re waiting for.

For now, you have to pretend it doesn’t bother you, when nothing has ever infuriated and saddened you so much at once. You have to lie to your friends when they offer to stick around after the party’s over, instead telling them that you just need a minute to let it all sink in.

They assume you mean embracing your accomplishment in becoming a business owner, a dream you’ve sought to fulfill for as long as you can remember. Your parents brought it up when they congratulated you in a toast, reminiscing on how their daughter stopped to smell every flower she came across growing up. They spoke about how proud they were to see how far you’ve come. What a shame it was that your fiancé wasn’t standing beside you when they did.

Tonight is about growth, but never in the way you expected. You’re left here to mourn the loss of something you never really had to begin with. Lewis; but more specifically, his undivided love and attention. The diamond ring pulls at your left hand, weighing it down more than usual. You fight the urge to take it off altogether. Even if you did, would it really matter? Given that the man who put it there isn’t here to witness it.

Until the bell on the front door chimes. The sound is more chilling than anything, in the midst of the quiet that’s fallen over your shop. Only soft jazz music plays throughout, you haven’t bothered to turn it off after the party ended.

You swallow the lump in your throat, and you don’t look up from your drink before speaking. But you can feel his eyes on you. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t say that, honey. I’m the idiot.” He protests, heart dropping in panic as he realizes that it’s just you and your flowers in here, he missed the whole thing. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, Lewis. You may be hyper focused on your career but it’s taken the both of us to get to this point. I’ve only been enabling it. Forgiving you even when I don’t really mean it. I haven’t been honest enough.”

“Please, stop blaming yourself. I fucked up, okay? I lost track of time at a business dinner, but there’s no way I should’ve missed this. I can’t believe my assistant didn’t pull me out early, at the very least.” Lewis rants, though he knows the fault doesn’t belong elsewhere.

“Don’t you dare do that to me. Again.” You finally look in his direction, this time you can’t stop the tears from flowing. “You don’t get to blame your assistant, or your team, or anyone else! We can talk semantics, and if we do we’ll be here all night. Let’s face it, if tonight was really important to you, you would’ve been here!”

“And I’ll never forgive myself for missing it. Please, honey, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Stop fucking calling me that, Lewis! And I hope you don’t forgive yourself, you don’t deserve to! I mean I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that you just don’t care enough, or that all of this is just one big fucking game to you because you can’t stand the thought of me living a life without you. You tell the world you’re not thinking about marrying me, and it’s not until I want to do something on my own that you propose within fucking weeks. Not to mention snatching up this property before I could.”

He stands there, silently, which only fires you up more. Truthfully, you don’t need the press, you don’t need Sandra, you don’t need anybody to tell you about the man you’ve known, the man you’ve loved for several years now. And it guts you, but that feeling comes straight from your intuition. It rips your heart in two to see all of it go down the drain.

Nevertheless, when one door closes, another one opens.

“Now that I think about it…” You trail off, the weight on your ring finger now growing unpleasant. “I think it’s time you got this back.”

Lewis’ eyes widen as he watches you tug at the jewelry and rip it off with haste. He strides to you in a few quick steps, yet the distance between you has never felt greater. “Y/n, please. You have every right in the world to be upset with me but we can work through this, we always do!”

You scoff, offended by the way he’s diminishing you. “Of course you think we could just move on! Because to you, this is just a fucking launch party. You’ve had plenty of those. But Lewis, this was my one. My one night that I wanted to share with you, and you couldn’t do it! You couldn’t be there when I needed you to. I wasn’t asking for one whole day or one whole week of your time. Hell, I wasn’t the one who asked for the rest of your life! All I wanted was an hour or two. And you couldn’t do that.”

“I love you.” Lewis utters, his voice shaking. The words aren't as promising as they used to be. Instead, he’s begging you to remember what he hasn’t yet convinced you of. Maybe you haven’t felt loved by Lewis in quite a while, grand gestures aside. “I never meant to hurt you like this.”

“You know, I used to believe you when you said that. The twisted thing is, a part of me still does. A part of me really wants to.” You cry, wishing nothing more than for this nightmare to come to an end. If you don’t say something now, it won’t. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. Like you said, we’ve been waiting long enough right? Maybe we should’ve had this conversation a long time ago. We were never going to make things work.”

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything to make it better.” Lewis breathes out, a few stray tears slipping down his cheeks.

There was a time when you’d wipe them away, no matter if the two of you were fighting or not. It’s a rude awakening to not feel that urge anymore. No urge to lean forward, to run into his arms. No urge to step backward or run for the door. You just stand there and face him.

“Lewis, when you said you’d love me forever… did you mean it?”

“Yes!” Lewis rushes, cradling your face in his hands, needing you to see it in his eyes that not an ounce of him feels differently. “I absolutely meant it, from the bottom of my heart. I still mean it, I will love you forever, Y/n. As long as I live and then some.”

“Then do me this favor? Just this one…” Lewis shakes his head in denial— in refusal— as you grasp at his wrists, disconnecting his hands from your face. They trail down your frame, as a way to hold onto you. To remind himself that you haven’t disappeared yet. And you let him, committing his touch to your memory for a final time.

He takes a deep breath. “Anything.”

“Just let me go, Lewis. Don’t put up a fight. Don’t put me through any more of this hope and disappointment. Please? I don’t think I can stand to resent you more than I already do.”

His jaw clenches, you’re unsure of what he’s holding back. It might be the first time that you don’t want to know. It’s the first time that Lewis’ closed off nature hasn’t sent you spiraling, desperate to find some kind of sign to cling onto. The silence for once, is quite refreshing, despite his repressed cries that sound through the air. Yours, too.

He presses his lips to your forehead, and your cheeks feel wet with tears as they flow. The gesture strikes through your heart, and the weight of it becomes heavier. “I’m sorry I failed you. I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. Please remember that.”

Lewis walks out of the shop, your shop, but not without taking one last look at you in it. A part of him wants to weep with pride and joy, knowing you’ll be just fine here. After tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day after that, this burden will become easier to carry.

How ironic, for it’s the exact reason that this tears him up inside. When the sun comes up in the morning, this won’t be a nightmare he wakes up from. The bed will be empty, and everything will come rushing back to him like a riptide when he feels for you and you’re not there.

That pattern will repeat itself day in and day out, only with the outside noise growing louder. Pictures from your grand opening will be published and the comments will flood with questions about his absence. Those same gossip rags spreading speculation about you two breaking up some time ago, will resurface with something new to talk about.

Little by little, pictures of the two of you, and your life together, will disappear from your feed. He won’t know what to make of it, seeing the pure joy on your face while you interact with your customers, living the life you were made for.

Guilt will consume him as he wonders if that unbridled happiness is what he was keeping you from all along? You just might come to regret the relationship entirely, if you knew then what you know now. You’re closing one chapter as you begin another one, and you’re writing it on your own this time. He has no choice but to carry on with writing his too.

As time passes, Lewis knows that you’re somewhere out there thinking of him, just as he’s thinking of you. When he wakes up he rubs the sleep from his eyes, wondering how long he’s been living like this. Where his days blur together and all he can think about is where he went wrong.

Lewis notices a decadent arrangement sitting on his marble countertops after he drags himself out of bed. Those bright red roses are unmistakably and undeniably, your own. The sight alone brings a fresh wave of tears to his eyes, and a few drip onto the note sitting beside the arrangement. He reads it again and again until his vision clouds over completely.

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I think it’s your turn to have these.

I wish you roses, Lewis. Take care of yourself.

Y/n

💌: reblogs & comments are always appreciated! thank you for reading :)

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muwapsturniolo · 18 hours ago

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Skin to Skin 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

Bunny!Reader x Doberman!Chris

"Bun, I've been home all day."

⟢ fluff and that's about it!!!!

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Attention.

Something that Chris always gave Bunny, no matter the time or day, or if he was busy, he still managed to give it to her.

So, when he saw her prance into the living room, staring at him with those big doe eyes, he knew attention was what she wanted. As soon as he opened his arms, inviting her to lay with him, she was over the moon.

A soft "oof" left his mouth as she belly-flopped on top of him, her arms and legs wrapping around him tightly and caging him in. He returned the favor, wrapping his arms around her back and squeezing her until she let out a quiet sigh.

"I missed you," she mumbled into his neck, already starting her usual cuteness aggression activities. Chris was used to it by now, the endless biting and nibbling not affecting him anymore.

"Bun, I've been home all day."

"Yeah, but I still missed you... You were close but seemed so far away. I just wanna be with you."

Her words confused him and made him feel a bit bad. "So close but so far away?" It sounded neglectful, and he didn't like that.

So, he apologized, rubbing her back softly and planting soft, affectionate kisses all over her face.

His affection did the job for the most part, the girl feeling warm on the inside and relaxed—she felt loved.

However, she still felt far away, and it bothered her.

She snuggled into him more, burying her face in the fabric of his hoodie, but it didn’t work. She tried adjusting the way she was laying, scooching up more so her face was buried in his neck. That also didn’t work.

With a huff of frustration, she sat up, a pout on her face as she looked to Chris for help. He rubbed her plush thighs softly, looking at the antsy girl with low eyes.

"S' wrong, pretty girl?"

"Need to be close to you."

He chuckled in confusion. "You're already clos—"

"I'm not close enough!" She cut him off with a whine, flopping back down on his chest.

"I don't know what to te—hey! What are you—?" Chris watched in confusion as the girl shot back up, shoving his hoodie up to his chin and leaving his bare torso and chest exposed for anyone in the house to see.

"Need to be in your skin," she mumbled right before laying on top of him, her cheek smushed against his chest. He watched in amusement as she tugged the hood over herself, creating a cocoon of warmth.

It was a soft and loving gesture, one that made butterflies erupt in Chris’s stomach. He'd had relationships before Bunny, but none of them were actually this loving.

It was different—a change of pace that he loved and adored and wouldn't trade for anything.

She could feel his eyes staring at the top of her head, so she looked up, peeking from underneath his hoodie.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay, Bun."

She smiled and laid her head back down on his chest, kissing his skin softly before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

An hour or so later, Matt and Doll walked into the living room, the two seeing the couple fast asleep. Matt smiled softly as Doll let out a dramatic sigh.

"They're cute, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but I wish it was me instead of Chris," Doll mumbled before walking into the kitchen, leaving Matt dumbfounded.

"Wait! You don't need to cuddle with Bun like that, I'm literally right here!"

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo au #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris girl #peaches bunny au ft doll #doll n’ bunny mb #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #peaches bunny🍑

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anothermaletfwriter · 2 days ago

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Soft and Sweet Macademia

Braydon was your typical jock, he loved to workout with his homies and be with his girl. She was Bethany, a nerd. Not that competitive gamer nerd he dreamed of, but rather a bookish one. They met a party and she instantly fell in love with him as he fulfilled the “nerd x jock” trope she had long yearned for.

Today, he was dragged by her to the bookstore for a special promotional event. In the brightly lit modern store that made him regret not bringing his sunglasses inside, a large bright green banner with low quality black bold typography said “Try An Extrasensory Novel today.” There were brightly green bookshelves of new trending books below it. A scent of macadamia nuts punched his nostrils.

“What the fuck?” He sniffed the air like a weirdo, “Do you smell that?”

“I don’t smell anything. The nearest coffee place is on the other side of the mall,” Bethany said, fixing her freshly dyed red hair. She had painted his white bathroom like a crime screen in an attempt to save hundreds of dollars.

“You must have lost your sense of smell then. It’s so pungent.”

“It’s not a spill. There’d be ants crawling all over this place right now.”

“It’s driving me fucking crazy,” Braydon dug his big hands into his scalp, subtly flexing his bicep, which was tightened by his white compression shirt, “I need to find out where it's coming from.”

“Right,” She rolled her dark eyes and flashed an attempted smile, “While you have your Telltale Nut moment, I’m going to the fantasy section. Wanna join me?”

“No. You know I don’t care about that stuff.”

“Are you kidding me?” She looked up at him, only reaching up to his chest. Her eyes ready to kill the muscular jock in front of her. “I play your games with you, watch those movies with you. Is it much to ask wish for my boyfriend to be actually into books I like. Plus dressing in a dark academia style.”

“More like I’m gonna dark macadamia nut in you when we get home after this," From his towering view over the shelf, Bethany walked herself to the other side of the store, her arms crossed. He imagined her annoying grumbling to herself. He knew she wasn’t a perfect fit so why should she assume he was?

The scent intensified as he knelt down on the bottom row of the shelf. His long legs extended far out, acting as a trip hazard for any unfortunate passersby's. While he had expected a spill of someone’s overpriced coffee, the smell lead him to single out a specific book. He swiped it out, brushing through the pages for any soaked spots but he couldn’t find any. The scent seemed to emanate from the entire book itself. He landed back on the cover, which was unappealing and bratty. While the background was a flat color of an obnoxious green, the text was a horror show. It was stretched out and in low quality. It read “Absolute Calculus: Being Open To Changes in Extrema”. It appealed to the jock as he was familiar with the concept of calculus, notably from the math classes he had to take for his finance degree. He believed he was better than the rest of his field as he took harder math classes than them.

Turning to the back, the blurb was soft and easy to the eyes with its soft tropical fruit palette of oranges to greens. It was a self-motivational book. Its main thesis pointed out the ultimate cause of human suffering: simply being unopen to novel things. It included knowledge, lifestyle and even experiences. He needed this

By the time he had flipped to the table of contents, he didn't realize he was getting smaller in height and build. His clothes became oversized on him, resembling more pajamas than a casual attire. While he was repulsed by some of the chapter titles, including accepting your non-het sexuality, he was unable to put the book down. This wasn't him. No matter how hard he pushed on his now dainty fingers, his eyes and hands were glued to the book, turning the multiple pages. He felt himself deflating and shrinking. He noticed that his once mountainous biceps had become nothing but flat plateaus and his impressive set of pecs deflated into a meager chest. He coughed violently as his Adam's apple shrunk, turning his mountainous voice into a soft dainty one.

What the fuck was happening? His soft fingers with nails painted in green flipped to Chapter 4: Self-acceptance is the key to accepting others. He tried to scream for Bethany to help but he didn’t know her. It would be rude to call out a stranger. But that couldn’t be right? That was his girlfriend. No, she was just a random book girl at the same store as him. His experiences of throwing week long benders and sleeping with a carousel of women afterwards faded. They seemed more like videos he had watched online than a lived reality. Visions of conquests of women replaced by men conquering him. The book had converted his heterosexuality into an irreversible total homosexuality. He was no longer the buff jock that sat next to the hot girls so he could be grouped together with them back in college. He was the quiet gay guy that sat in the back of the class, often wooed by the more upfront and passionate gay men that wanted him and his body. His eyes, once clung to women, had shifted its vision to guys. He wasn’t one to be picky, as he liked everything from twinks to hunks and everything in between those two. Even the dad-bod was something that turned him on.

Chapter 12: It’s All Perfect As It Is. With a dizzy head, he finished the book and returned it to the top shelf, struggling to place it even on his tippy toes. Brady felt a quick chill breeze through the room. He dug his hand underneath his oversized fuzzy hoodie and felt the smooth stomach flatten out. His memories of Bethany and her red-hair morphed into a different person. It was another Asian twink, they held their hands together in a cozy apartment and played on their Nintendo Switch. The earthy charcoal cologne he recalled using became sunshine vanilla perfumes that his boyfriend, Jeremy, purchased for his birthday.

The slim twink approached him, hugging him from the behind. Brady was only up to his shoulder. It felt good with his liking to being the little spoon.

“What took you so long, Babe? I looked at ten books while you were just looking at one?” Jeremy chuckled.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. You know I like taking my time with books.”

"Well there's other books in this store, babe," Jeremy teased, bopping Brady's nose.

They checked out the rest of the store, leaving with a few romance books purchased in their pink heart decorated totebag. They bumped into another couple on the way out and briefly apologized to them. He looked at the tall muscular man dressed in his beige jacket and black shirt, wishing that he was also into guys. He whispered to Jeremy about jokingly asking him if he wants to be their 3rd if they see him another time by himself.

Jeremy and Brady cuddled on the couch together, their bag of books untouched on the clean coffee table. Jeremy was always the one to initiate, including a make out session with Brady. Their lips were soft and fruity as they embraced each other with their tongues on their soft couch.

They spent the rest of the day on an impromptu spa night. They applied a green jelly mask, consisting of green tea and aloe vera, to their faces and wore cute soft pink headbands. It was a typical zen they practiced every week. Stress and such can cause more damage than one could imagine. They turned on the TV to watch the adaptation of CardiacPauser, Jeremy and Brady’s favorite series. Before they returned to the couch, they took a picture together in their bathroom, holding each other with their large smiles. It was just them and the rest of the world. This is what he was meant to be and nothing else.

#male tf #male transformation #tf story #twink tf #jock to twink #straight to gay #mental change #reality change #muscle loss

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cuteandhughesy · 12 hours ago

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congrats on 1k! i ran to your inbox when I saw your celly post - I absolutely love your writing!

can I pls request prompt 10 + luke hughes. you can decide if it’s smut or fluff ;)

prompt no.10: “are you blushing?”

you and luke got together in college. it was both of yours first serious relationship, which meant going through a lot of firsts with one another.

all your friends said you two were meant to be and that if the two of didn’t get married, love wasn’t real. as time passed, the more who believed those words to be true. you and luke were meant to be. you both geeked out of the same needy things, and complimented each others love languages. you’re both independent, but find comfort in one another. but you’re also different—and that’s what makes it work.

luke knew you inside and out. all your interests, hopes and dreams, and what you actually mean when you say you’re fine—you’re not fucking fine.

your boyfriend can read you like a book, and you love it.

one of luke’s favourite things is making you blush. very early on in your relationship, he learned that the simplest things would turn you firetruck red. and as the years passed, your ability to become flustered with him never changes.

like now, 4 years into your relationship—chewing the same piece of gum just because, sharing a living space and popping his back zits—he still knows how to make you blush.

you’re in the kitchen, clad in an oversized sleep shirt and your favourite pair of luke’s pyjama bottoms. it’s a little bit after breakfast and just before lunch, brunch if you will, and you decided to chop up some fruit for the both of you.

luke has an off day, and you requested to spend it doing absolutely nothing but watching tv and being lazy on the couch. and who is he to protest that idea?

you’re slicing your knife through some watermelon when luke comes up behind you, pulling your back against his chest and squeezing you. the scent of watermelon fills his senses, the smell amending him of summer. he sighs, pressing his nose against your neck, “mhmm,” he starts lowly, lips brushing your skin, “that watermelon looks so fucking juicy, baby.”

instantly, he lifts his head up and watches for your reaction, and like he suspected, you’ve gone pink. you squawk and laugh at the same time, pushing against his stomach with your elbow, “luke!”

“wanna know what else is really fucking juicy?”

now you’ve turned into a rose, dropping the knife in favour of covering your burning face. “I hate you.” you mutter under your palms.

luke laughs, grabbing a piece of watermelon and plopping it into his mouth. “tastes delicious.” he says between chewing, praying your hands away to reveal your flushed skin. his grin deepens, “wanna know what else tastes delicious?”

“enough.”

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(unedited)

#🍾 ⊹˚₊ 1000 celly #❣️answered #luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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kaijutegu · 2 days ago

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This is precious.

So, first thing you need to know is that is a very visibly healthy adult green iguana. Every part of the iguana is sharp. The claws evolved to haul a ten pound lizard up a tree. The spines are like tiny icepicks. The tail is a bullwhip. The teeth evolved to shred leaves, but they'll just as easily shred your flesh. Good luck making a healthy adult iguana do anything they don't wanna. That puts us on our first thing to look at- is the animal capable of defense and getting away, physically? Yes, definitely.

Next thing to know is what does a threatened or scared iguana look like? When an iguana is threatened, it doesn't stand on its hind legs like that; it stands on all fours and puffs itself up to look bigger, aggressively bobs its head (note: head bobbing is a behavior used for a LOT of things, it does need context- for example, they also head bob as part of mating displays), there is hissing, there is tail whipping- iguanas are not subtle creatures. None of this is the behavior of an iguana that feels threatened or is being a threat!

So what does standing like that mean? That's just simple reaching. The iguana sees something they want and is attempting to reach it, and what they want appears to be uppies, because they settle into the human's grip immediately.

Then, we see some GREAT handling from the human. There's really great communication happening between the two of them! The person picks up the iguana very securely- pelvis and pectoral girdles are well supported, and he doesn't grab. (Iguanas typically do NOT like being grabbed around the sides; many of their predators are birds and coming at them from above or gripping the sides is scary!)

As he goes in for the pet, he lets the iguana support their back half on his knee. The hold is secure but not tight; at any point, if the iggy was distressed, they could leave. But they don't- instead, you see them leaning into the pets, actively participating in the behavior. They're not even closing their eyes to block stimulus. They want this to happen.

This is the kind of bond that's possible when you can prove to a big lizard that you're trustworthy, and easily the best iguana video I've seen in a long time. Thank you for tagging me in!

Some green iguana body language resources under the jump!

Barten 2003. Green Iguana Management and Husbandry. Iguana: Journal of the International Iguana Society. I refer to this guy a lot when thinking about iguana behavior because even though the Green Iguana Husbandry issue of Iguana came out 22 years ago, Steve is a member of my herp society and has forgotten more about iguanas than any of us will ever know.

Burghardt 1977. Social behavior in hatchling green iguanas: life at a reptile rookery. Science.

Yes, Burghardt's iguana stuff is older. Yes, it's still highly relevant in the world of reptile ethology. If you can get your hands on a copy of Iguanas of the World, it's amazing how well it holds up.

Kaplan- everything on anapsid.org is at least 10 years old, but that doesn't change how valuable some of it is. Melissa knows her stuff, she just can't have iguanas anymore and unfortunately her health interferes a lot with what she wants to do.

Behavior article collection

Change-Related Stress in Green Iguanas and Other Reptiles

Interpreting Non-Breeding Behaviors in Green Iguanas

Testosterone, Aggression, and Green Iguanas

Köhler 2003. Green Iguana Communication. Iguana: Journal of the International Iguana Society.

Rice et al. 2022. Heads Nods and Boat Bobs: Behavior of Iguana Iguana Is Affected by Environment and Boat Traffic in Riparian Tropical Forest. Biotropica.

Darren Naish wrote a cool blog post for Tetrapod Zoology that's got a lot of social behavior observations! His blogs are always backed up with great sources and evidence.

I wish we could teach each other how to love the way we can teach animals that aren’t supposed to be able to feel it.

#green iguana #reptiblr #lizard #reptile #this is an iguana that is so loved and cared for by that human

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sturniololuvz · 14 hours ago

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hiii can you make a story where matt’s daughter who is 2-3 is really clingy to matt and is shy around anyone else, sometimes even nick and chris so matt tries to get her to like nick and chris

okayyy

“Clingy Little Shadow”

Sturniolos x Matt’s daughter

Matt loved being a dad more than anything, but sometimes, his two-year-old daughter, Y/N, made it very clear that she only needed him. It wasn’t that she didn’t like other people—she just didn’t trust anyone the way she trusted Matt. And that included her uncles, Nick and Chris.

Whenever they came over, Y/N would immediately cling to Matt’s leg, hiding her face against him like they were strangers instead of her actual uncles. If they tried to talk to her, she’d just shake her head, sometimes even whimpering like they were scary. It wasn’t that she was afraid of them, but she wasn’t about to let anyone but Matt hold her, carry her, or even sit next to her for too long.

And as cute as it was that she loved him so much, Matt really wanted her to open up to Nick and Chris.

“Dude, she hates us,” Chris joked one night when they were all at Matt’s place. Y/N sat in Matt’s lap, tiny fingers curled into his hoodie, her head resting against his chest.

Nick, sitting across from them, nodded. “Yeah, like what did we do to her?”

Matt sighed, rubbing Y/N’s back. “She doesn’t hate you guys. She’s just attached to me.”

Chris scoffed. “Yeah, no kidding.” He leaned forward, offering his arms. “C’mon, munchkin. Let Uncle Chris hold you.”

Y/N immediately turned her face away, burying herself deeper into Matt’s hoodie.

“Guess that’s a no,” Nick laughed.

Matt chuckled, but deep down, he really wanted to change this. He knew Nick and Chris would be the best uncles to her, and it killed him that she wouldn’t even give them a chance. So, he came up with a plan.

The Plan

The next morning, Matt invited Nick and Chris over again, determined to get Y/N to like them.

“Alright,” he told them before Y/N woke up, “just… be chill. Let her come to you guys.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Bro, she doesn’t even want to look at us. How’s she gonna come to us?”

“She will,” Matt insisted. “I just have to be unavailable for a little bit.”

Nick smirked. “So you’re gonna ditch your kid and force her to like us?”

Matt groaned. “Not ditch, just… take a step back.”

And that’s exactly what he did. When Y/N woke up, she toddled into the living room in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

“Dada…” she mumbled, arms outstretched.

Matt knelt down and kissed her forehead. “Hi, baby. Uncle Nick and Uncle Chris are here.”

She immediately stiffened, looking over at them like she’d just noticed they existed. Nick waved with a small smile, while Chris gave her an over-the-top excited face.

Y/N frowned, her grip tightening on Matt’s hoodie. “Up,” she demanded.

Matt sighed. “Actually, baby, Dada’s gotta do something real quick. Can you sit with Uncle Nick?”

Y/N looked offended.

Nick held his hands up. “No pressure. But I do have cookies.”

Y/N hesitated. Cookies were very tempting.

Matt, seeing his chance, gently peeled her off of him and placed her onto the couch next to Nick before stepping back. Y/N immediately turned to follow him, but Nick quickly pulled out the cookies.

“Hey, munchkin, wanna try one?” he asked, breaking a piece off and offering it to her.

Y/N eyed the cookie. She clearly didn’t want to accept it from him, but… a cookie was a cookie.

After a long pause, she reached out with her tiny hand, snatching the cookie before shoving it into her mouth.

Chris gasped dramatically. “OH MY GOD, SHE TOOK SOMETHING FROM YOU.”

Matt grinned. “Progress.”

Nick chuckled. “You know, kid, I got a whole bag of these.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered to the bag in his hand, but she still wasn’t sure if she trusted him enough yet.

Matt, deciding to push things a little further, sat on the other side of the room instead of right next to her. Y/N noticed immediately. Her eyes darted to him, then back to Nick, as if debating her next move.

Nick, sensing her uncertainty, stayed still, letting her make the decision.

And then, after what felt like forever, Y/N slowly—slowly—leaned her little body against Nick’s arm.

Nick’s eyes widened. “Oh my god.”

Chris gaped. “Dude, she’s touching you.”

Matt grinned proudly. “Told you she’d come around.”

Y/N yawned, grabbing another piece of cookie before munching on it, still leaning against Nick. It wasn’t much, but to Matt, it was everything.

Because for the first time, his little shadow wasn’t just clinging to him—she was letting someone else in. And that was more than enough.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt stuniolo fanfic #sturniolos #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #dad x daughter

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vcaart · 2 days ago

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Do you wanna die?

(NOTE: Starry Belief IS going to be posted soon, I just didn't know how to include them both in the same post without making it super busy)

(More on Sanguine below :3):

Sanguine is supposedly excellent at taking care of fouls, despite her icy and threatening demeanor. Her cutie mark confirms this, right? Her talent never ceased to baffle ponies, confused about how somepony so cold could be could with fouls. Though, not much is known about her. She rarely talks about herself without an air of secrecy around her, making most of her classmates wary around her. (Emphasis on most.)

Sanguine was orphaned in the Frozen North, just outside the Crystal Empire, at a young age. She was promptly taken in by a nearby orphanage, and was raised there most of her life. Strangely enough, despite being so young, she had already earned her cutie mark. Apparently having earned a talent for caring for fouls, much like a babysitter or a daycare worker. The caregivers and workers at the orphanage soon began using the young filly's talent to good use, having her help with the other orphans and watch over them. They stuck to Sanguine like glue, and while she herself wasn't happy about it the fouls younger than her absolutely adored her. There was one other pony at the orphanage that Sanguine truly got along with, a girl around her age. They would stay up talking late into the night, baking and exchanging sweets, even playing house with the other fouls.

One day, a group of ponies came in look around and even watched all the children play. In truth, they were apart of a group called "The Holy Salvation Society," a group who sought to steal and destroy the Crystal Heart one way or another.

Sanguine knew from the start she was part umbrum, she knew that her parents abandoned her to send her on a mission, a mission to free the umbrum herself. That was her objective the moment she was left outside the Crystal Empire. The Holy Salvation Society were the ones supposed to find her, though, and she had almost forgotten about why she was there in the first place. It was only about time they had located her.

Sanguine was ripped from her life in the orphanage, and immediately put into training with other ponies around her age. Taught how to properly use her abilities, how to destroy the heart, how to kill other ponies if need be.

It wasn't until Sanguine had failed her mission to destroy the heart, being deemed a failure to the society and to umbrum-kind, that she practically vanished into thin air. She sought refuge far away from the Frozen North, and filled out an application under a false name for the princess's School of Friendship to try and hide away from the Holy Salvation Society.

When she and her classmates are tasked with stealing the Elements of Harmony, she intended to steal them and be done with it. She didn't actually have a cutie mark, and she didn't want to know what would happen to her if her secret was exposed. It's only when one her classmates takes a chance on her she has a change of heart, and finally helps stop the traitor in their midst.

In the final standoff between the class and the power hungry (now) alicorns, Hazy Light (with the help of his friends) bring the Elements of Harmony together to end things once and for all.

Sanguine is given the Element of Loyalty! (I didn't draw anything for this, sorry :,>)

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The lineup so far! Starry isn't blocked out cause I'll be posting him later, Sanguine just has too much going on for them to be in the same post lol.

Also sorry if Sanguine's backstory is all janky, I had to tweak her backstory a lot for it to fit into this AU and also figure out how to properly fit it in tp the pony universe lol.

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billysgirllol · 3 hours ago

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“xanax. don’t we wanna be awake to watch it?” lucy gray teases, a laugh following her words. “well, not yet. don’t get your hopes up.” but brown hues are trained on him, sparkly and doe-eyed that he is once again one of the most supportive people in her life. that was the thing with river… his actions still playing on her mind, how he seemed to get agitated with her because she liked to sing. he was all nice and supportive , until it came to singing at local gigs and he’d follow but act like he was in a bad mood all night because he hated the male attention she received even though she constantly reassured it was JUST him she was looking at — which still must’ve soured his want to support her. “what do you need with those for?” innocently asking, the kisses she means. the thing in the back of her mind being— what if he wants her affection, but later they explode into an argument and he’s back off shutting her out and going for some other girl’s affection? so she’s playing innocent and maybe even hard to get. glancing up at the dark haired boy when he leans closer to repeat: gay show, lucy gray laughs melodically again. “i’m sure you could, if you set your heart to it. but it’s funny.” he’s not a gay man— as far as she knows— so that’s why it would be so funny. why imagining it is so funny. southern doll… well, he knows how to make her bashfully smile. “all right,” unzipping his jacket down some, shoving her face into the warmth of his chest to heat her frozen cheeks as he rubs her back, pressing her forehead to the warmth, “any fireplace in here i can get next to?” voice muffled against his jacket, before leaning back and zipping it back up with laughter. “i hope i make it,” voice quivering as she shivers, thinking she’ll be first to dive in. pink and yellow flower petal undies and all, wasting no time to even change into a proper swim outfit— if she doesn’t change her mind by time they get there. “maybe if we run, it’ll help circulate more blood.” she chuckles, taking his hand and dragging her sled with her other one.

“you’re my favorite backup singer, you got a pretty voice.” lucy gray compliments, smiling sweetly. the added sweetness to her smile comes easily at the thought of how he’s always been the best team player. “that sounds the coolest.” she softly laughs, sparkles in her doe eyes as she looks at him across the park. “why sabotage mine just so you have to freeze your ears off?” so like her to be mad at him but not wanting him to freeze either. “a—?!” a what show, but hand covers her mouth, laughter spilling out of her. knowing she can’t repeat that, it’s not appropriate to yell out gay in public. “i’d like to, but i’m not so sure i can handle it. i should’ve worn more clothing.” teeth chattering, dragging the sled behind her while reaching out for his hand. “can you lock me up in your jacket too?” playfully questioning.

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plaidos · 3 days ago

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Hi, i hope this isnt inappropriate to ask. Do you have any tips for like, being confident in being a woman? I'm not trans, I'm cis, but lately I've been confronted with the fact that transitioning out of misogyny is an option that I could take. And I kind of hate myself for not just going for it, especially when it feels like I'm only a woman for very vapid reasons like fashion, liking my boobs, having a partner that would probably break up with me if I transitioned. It makes me feel like just another brainwashed woman choosing looks over anything else. Even though that's probably internalized misogyny to believe that, idk. I figured that since you had to make a massive and very scary choice to transition instead of stay closeted even when trans women are treated a lot worse than cis women, you'll probably have more insights about this. Or maybe a different way to look at it.

so first of all if they said that to you, you should break up with your partner. you deserve better than somebody who would (theoretically) rather you die in the closet that express who you are. even if you are 100% cisgender, this is not a person who respects you.

secondarily, you can in fact love your boobs & fashion etc and be a guy. Many of the trans guys I know are like this. Some of the coolest fashionistas with the biggest tits I know are men.

thirdly, if the respect of being a guy is the only part you’re interested in, don’t worry: whilst trans men are treated better than trans women, institutional transphobia is still very much a thing. Like, don’t let that stop you from transitioning if you wanna be a dude — if you think you would be happier this way, go for it, no matter what — but it won’t be a magic swap from misogyny to everybody treating you with respect. trans men might be beneficiaries of misogyny & the patriarchy in some circumstances, but they’re also blatantly victims of it in others, and even when they pass perfectly, they still have to deal with institutional transphobia (like the passport thing in the states right now, as an example that passing can’t circumvent)

if you want an answer to your question, how to be confident in being a cis woman — you must simply choose to be. i know, i know, it sounds like the hardest thing in the world. but i’ve said before & i’ll say again — in my youth i had chronic confidence problems that interfered with my life, so i’m saying this as somebody who got over it but the major difference between somebody who is confident and an equivalent person who is not is because the latter person already believes themselves to not be confident. it’s a self-defeating loop. this is what people really mean when they say, “fake it til you make it” — when you see other confident people, you are only seeing the thoughts and actions they are choosing to share with the world/take, and that dynamic works in reverse too. you don’t need my help to be confident — you’re already confident, you’re confident enough to ask questions like this, confident enough to make a change. you just need to convince yourself. you’ve already convinced me 🤷‍♀️

sincerely, i do think it’s worth thinking over your thoughts about transition and interrogating them more; do you want to be a man? do you not want to be a woman? try and take politics out of the question for a moment and ask yourself what you would look like or present like in your perfect world. not enjoying being a woman is not necessarily internalised misogyny — there are plenty of ways women are mistreated — and it isn’t vapid to like parts of yourself that people associate with womanhood, no matter what gender you are (anybody saying otherwise is sexist!).

i’m not gonna tell you who you are or how to be. but regardless of who you are, be it proudly, make it your choice. not what you think somebody like you should be, not what would be easiest. in my experience, the happiest cis women are the ones who take the same approach to their womanhood as trans women take: “i didn’t choose this for myself, but i sure am gonna own the fuck out of it”

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stellar-bluelock · 15 hours ago

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until the world knows your name ☆ itoshi rin x reader

On the night of the U-20 vs. Blue Lock XI exhibition match, you will never forget the way everyone's jaw drops when you ask where Itoshi Rin is.

"Rin?" Someone asks in confusion. "You wanna see him?"

You hear the other members whisper, but you're not that surprised.

If Rin hasn't changed throughout his stay in Blue Lock, it makes sense for his teammates to question how confidently you request for his presence.

"Uh, he was in the locker room when I saw him last. I don't know if he's still there...or if he's in the mood to see any visitors?"

Ah. The celebrated striker of the night, Isagi Yoichi.

"That's not unlike him," you respond. "But, could anyone tell him that I'm here to see him?"

One of the blue-haired members volunteers—a quick memory of remarkable passing abilities flashes in your mind. He asks for your name before returning inside the main building.

The chilly air bites at your face as you wait. For a few moments, silence hangs heavy in the atmosphere.

Well, up until someone opens their mouth. The dam breaks.

"Are you Rin's friend?"

"A secret sibling we didn't know about?"

"Significant other?"

"Guys, don't bother them."

You chuckle, a little amused at their curiosity.

(You'll never admit it, but there's a selfish joy you feel from being someone that Rin can trust wholeheartedly.)

"Best friend."

Your answer effectively cuts off their stream of questions—for a few seconds, at most.

The concept of Rin having a best friend seems entirely foreign to them.

"You're..."

"Wait, they're looking for Rin, right? Not Sae?"

"Are you also friends with Sae?"

"What the heck happened between those two-"

Oh, that's not territory they can cross.

"I won't entertain any other questions, sorry." You smile, perhaps a little too sweetly. "But anyway, congratulations on the game."

Some of the boys pout at being denied the chance to learn juicy information about their teammate; thankfully, they don't protest.

"Thanks, it was a tough one," Isagi states and you nod.

This is the first time you've met the striker, but your gut tells you that he's Rin's newest rival—if Rin's glare at the end of the match was anything to by.

"Even I couldn't tell how it was going to end," you admit. "You all had me at the edge of my seat."

"I was lucky to be in the right spot." Isagi pauses for a moment. "But, it only happened because Rin managed to get the ball."

He smiles but it falters for a moment. "I just wish that he was a little happier about the win, but at least he seems fired up!"

"That's Rin for you."

"Are you talking about me?"

At the sound of a new voice, everyone's head simultaneously turns to the facility's entrance.

Rin's eyes are narrowed in suspicion, but you see the way they widen a fraction when they land on you.

(You're not sure if anyone ever notices, but you always do.)

"Yes. I was looking for you."

"You should've gone home. It's getting late."

A few scandalized gasps escape from the group, but a quick glare from Rin shuts them up.

"Uh, we'll leave you to it...nice meeting you!" Isagi laughs nervously, hastily pushing the rest of the team away.

You chuckle at the chaos while Rin scoffs. However, as the rest of the Blue Lock members disappear from sight, you can see his shoulders relax more.

It's just you two now.

As you look at his expression, you realize that it holds a wild mix of emotions. You can't tell what it is just yet.

So, you start with what you know.

"What did Sae tell you on the field?"

The frown is immediate.

"Piece of shit," he seethes. "Didn't even acknowledge me. Talked to me just to praise that stupid Isagi."

You click your tongue. When you were all kids, Sae was never the best with words and talking to others.

(Even then, you find yourself wondering what the hell happened to him in Spain.)

"Just because he scored that damn goal." Rin clenches his fists. "The whole team was centered around me and my attack ability. I got that ball!"

He lowers his head, shaking in frustration. "But nothing. Everyone's cheering his name. Even my shitty brother would rather talk about him."

Hesitantly, you reach a hand out to brush his bangs to the side. Out of instinct, you nearly want to tell him that everything will be okay.

That's what you used to tell him in middle school; a bad match, a bad score on a test, a scolding from his parents, a minor injury, even small arguments with Sae.

But now...those words feel empty. Not when his life has truly turned upside down, for better or for worse.

"Rin?"

He hasn't pushed your hand away, so you get a clear view of his teal eyes, round and unguarded—the very ones that have been burned into your memory for years.

"Although your team won, you have every right to feel frustrated."

He sighs. "Finally. I've had enough of them telling me to cheer up."

"They've been pestering you all these months, huh?" You chuckle lightly.

"I'm sick of it. They keep thinking we're friends. We're not. They're all rivals. It's bullshit."

You recall Isagi trying to hug Rin on the field earlier, only to fail miserably; you can only imagine his and the others' futile attempts.

"Well, whatever the case, stay true to yourself, yeah?" You punch his arm lightly. "You are Itoshi Rin."

Though he doesn't smile, something in his eyes lights up.

"I am Itoshi Rin." He says quietly. "I don't need him. I'm not Itoshi Sae's little brother."

It almost seems like he's saying it to himself instead of you, but his statement makes you sigh in relief.

It's precisely what you (and perhaps Sae) wanted him to realize all this time.

"Yeah. You were never meant to live in his shadow. You're here to make a name for yourself. Rin, do you even know how many people in the world tuned in to this match?"

He shakes his head.

"It's all over the news. It's being streamed everywhere." You smile to yourself, recalling how excited you were to finally see him again.

"But listen, Rin. You held your own throughout the game. You scored a goal. You blasted through the U-20 defense. You managed that one-on-one with Sae. There are people out there that have their eyes on you."

You take his hands into yours, squeezing them gently.

"Whatever you feel about this match today, tomorrow, a week, or months from now, you need to keep them watching. Score the next goal, keep on playing. Don't stop until the world knows your name."

#stellarwrites #first bllk fic hooray #so i wrote this like i was possessed? (not with my tongue out tho lol)#anyway i have an 8am class and it is 5am wish me luck #i might cry at this tomorrow afternoon but im trying to stop being a perfectionist #get rid of the writers block ykno #blue lock #bllk #itoshi rin #x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock oneshot #blue lock scenarios #fluff #blue lock fic #itoshi rin fic

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clairerosetarot · 10 hours ago

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How can you Glow/ Level UP

Images from Artist Layla Essaydi. pile 1–>4

Hey y’all! I wanted to do this reading because I saw it was the second place winner in the poll so, here you go! Also I will get the 18+ reading that you guys asked for the most in my inbox to you very shorty!

Pile 1💸

The fool, The tower, The empress

You have to let go. You are straining yourselves pile 1, stop what to to control life and just let life happen to you. Tbh, even you obsessing over your looks (like reading this reading) isn’t good for you. You don’t need to change anything - especially because I’m getting that I lot of big changes are already coming for you.

You are going to step into a mor “queenly” energy soon and you wanna know how or why? It will flow naturally from you. It wont be fake or contrived. You’ll make your own beauty standards and adhere to them. People will be shocked by this seemingly overnight change but it will be all you, not any book or guide from someone else that your are following.

Pile 2 💸

Two of Cups, Nine of swords, The Emperor

Okay, i’m definitely seeing some stress here. Probably due to school, job or even love. I’m getting that you will glow up after you are done with whatever this is that is stressing you. Right now, I’m getting that this stress is showing on your face, unfortunately.

I think the best path to glowing up will come from the inside. When you get your school, job, or love troubles sorted, you will glow from within. Your glow up isn’t using specific products or dyeing your hair, its much deeper than that.

Pile 3💸

Ace of pentacles, The chariot, Four of swords

Ooooh, I see a vacay here for you! I see than you will glow up with traveling and becoming free. Your glow up vibe will be a relaxed hippie feminine sort of freedom. These are two really random references that just popped in my head but if you’ve ever seen the Amanda Byrnes film What A Girl Wants, I see you glowing up channeling that care free traveling vibe. The main character goes on a spontaneous trip to London and finds herself, love and family. It’s really cute and I see having a fun trip spontaneously like that could help you. The other reference is Dua Lipa, who was recently memes for constantly going on vacation.

That is a little extreme but you should definitely think about saving some coins to spend on a great relaxing vacation pile 3! Or just stay where you are but be more spontaneous, try that new ice cream shop you’ve been thinking about going into, walk around empty malls on a weekend, or go to that club you always thought was way too cool for you. You got this!

Pile 4 💸

King of cups, The fool, Seven of pentacles

I see experimenting with your looks being a big thing here. Wether it’s dying your brows, shaving your head, or getting that piercing. There is a temporary physical change you have been thinking of doing but are afraid of. This spread is telling you it’s okay to experiment with new things once in a while, especially if you have been looking the same for while. Spring cleaning also applies to yourself pile 3!

Another thing i’m also getting is maybe experimenting with a new skin care routine. I’m getting that y’all might have some skin issues and this could lead to trying new diets or products to combat that. One thing I suggest is going to Sephora and getting some skin care samples.

That’s all guys! Thanks for reading and remember if it doesn’t apply let it fly! ❤️‍🔥💸🌴

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aliwritex · 2 days ago

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DO I WANNA KNOW? fc43

summary: you and franco have multual friends and after not getting along for a while you found something you have in common. or friends with benefits with franco

wc: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ smut, bj, fingering, pinv, protected sex and drunk sex.

notes: can be read alone but it is kind of a sequel to this. also, writer indicates the positions in this, they were life changing.

“Fran, stop” you breathed, not really meaning what you said.

“So now you call me Fran” he lifted his lips from your neck, his voice brushing softly against your neck.

“Isn’t that what everyone calls you?” you teased. “Come on, I have to go”

He groaned and pulled away but not without rolling his hips forwards to make you feel him growing in his jeans. “Can I come over when we’re done here?”

“Maybe,” you told him, fixing the collar of his shirt “if you’re not too drunk. Think I’m gonna call it a night early, though. I gotta go now, wait a little before you come after, ‘kay?” you pecked his cheek and he nodded, watching your behind as you walked away from him.

It was Saturday night, two weeks since you first got with Franco. That night, on your friend’s birthday, you two had managed to sneak back into the house and he fucked you in the guest bedroom. And, God, was it good. Since then you had been seeing each other in secret, you didn’t want your friends to know that you had fallen for his tricks and you definitely did not want to become the main target for jokes in the group. That’s why you had made Franco wait at least five minutes by the toilets of the club you were at after you left.

Of course he was still flirty with you around your mutual friends, it’d be weird if he wasn’t.But he had also been making bolder moves, like touching more and taking you to the dance floor. All the dancing and grinding was the reason for your little rendezvous.

You went home before your friends, like you told Franco but you didn’t expect him to actually show up to your place an hour later, you had assumed he would be too drunk to even remember what you agreed to. So it scared you when you heard a knock to your door at two thirty A.M., but he seemed to have sobered up a bit.

“It 's me. Open, please” he mumbled from the other side of the door.

“Why didn’t you text?” you let him in, locking the door. “I didn’t think you were coming”

“I think my phone is dead, sorry”

He walked into your apartment confidently, hanging his jacket by the door before wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the bedroom. You giggled as he did, almost dragging you back to your bed.

“Fran, you’re drunk” you chuckled, making him sit on the edge of the bed “let’s get you to bed”

“No, please. I need you.” he took your hand to his mouth, looking up at you “If I don’t have you right now my dick might fall off and then you’ll never get it again” he told you, dead serious and left a kiss on your palm.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you chuckled, pulling your hand away from his. He was about to plead again when you took pity on him. You dropped to your knees in front of him and he groaned, placing his hands on your hair

“You look so good on your knees” he bit his lip as he watched you pull off his shoes and unbutton his jeans.

He helped you pull them down and you finally got to his boxers. It brought saliva to your mouth to see that he was already hardening just from seeing you kneeling in front of him. You ran your hands up his thighs, meeting the hem of his shirt and pushing it up. Your lips approached his stomach and started kissing up his abs, making him melt and let his body fall onto the bed, you smiled at his reaction and kept going, shoving his top up till he pulled it off.

At that point you were standing again, hovering over his body as you reached for his neck, holding it gently as you kissed his jaw. His own hand dropped between your bodies to palm at himself. Franco moaned when you finally kissed him, your lips slowly kissing into his mouth till your tongues were tangled with each other’s. Your free hand lowered to meet his by his crotch before digging into his underwear and wrapping around him.

You smiled when he moaned into your mouth and pulled away to watch his face as you pumped him till he was rock hard in your hand. Then your lips started making their way back down, kissing his neck, chest, abs and finally the little trail of hair that led into his boxers. His breath hitched when you pulled him out and took a second to admire, the weight on your hand, the veins adorning it and the way it twitched.

When you were back on your knees he sat up to watch. You kissed his tip first, preparing him for what was coming. Your tongue danced around the underside of his cock before licking up to his slit. His hand came down to your hair, brushing it off your face so he could see you work when you took him into your mouth, just the tip, still letting your tongue work around it. You sucked hard on it, making a small strangled moan leave his lips. Your mouth was teasing till he couldn’t take anymore and pushed you down, you let him, and you both moaned when you took him fully.

He was guiding you up and down his shaft, stretching your lips around him as you worked your hands on his balls. One of your thumbs pressing down right between them while the other worked under them. You knew he was still drunk – you both were – and wouldn’t last long so when he pulled you off him it was no surprise. He took a second to watch you recover, heaving and trying to catch your breath while a string of saliva dripped from your lips, it was a mesmerizing sight.

“So fucking perfect” he mumbled while you climbed onto his lap. His hands dropping to your ass and sneaking under your shorts “No panties to bed, then?” you shook your head “so you were waiting for me”

“Don’t get cocky, I was getting comfortable to sleep” you pushed him down on the bed and pressed your hands on his chest “but aren’t you pretty?”

“I get told often, yeah” he flipped you under him, smiling at your compliment.

He was trapping you between his arms, all his veins and muscles on display as he flexed. And curls were falling from his face as he looked down at you before lowering to kiss at your neck. He worked down from your jaw till he met your chest. His hand tugged on your tank top, getting your boobs to spill out of it.

When his lips met your nipples one of his hands dropped down your body. The fingers were cold as they met your stomach, slowly dipping into your shorts. You let out a moan when they met your clit, you were already wet from having him in your mouth so they glided easily between your lips and into you.

You tried not to melt completely into his touches as you reached for a condom on your nightstand, – at that point you had them in every room of your apartment and the ones in your bedroom weren’t even in the drawer anymore – but you ended up knocking them off onto the floor when his fingers curled inside you.

“Fran” you whined, making him lift his head from your swollen nipple to look at you “can you get one?”

He rolled his eyes and got up, his fingers making a squelching sound when he pulled out. You took the opportunity to reposition yourself, laying against the pillows as you waited for him. By the time Franco made it back to bed he was already protected and you were completely naked with your as up in the air. It made him moan, seeing you like that, just waiting for him.

He guided you to cross your legs and ran a palm up your back following the way your spine arched till his hand met your neck. He flipped your hair away and bent over your body, kissing up from your shoulder to your neck. You were dying in anticipation, feeling him rubbing against the back of your thighs, thinking that his must be glistening wet just from brushing your middle.

“Franco” you whined again, pushing back so your ass met his cock.

You finally felt his body peel away from yours and his hands meet your ass. He teased your hole by brushing his tip against it multiple times before finally pushing in. Your head fell to the pillows as his cock filled you up, to the brim, fitting inside you perfectly. He stilled for a second, taking in the feeling of having you wrapped around him.

“Ready?”

You just moaned when he gave you a short thrust and he smiled. Then his hips started moving, slowly building up a pace till they were snapping onto yours. His hands had moved from your ass to your waist, pulling you back on him to meet his thrusts. His cock slid in and out of you with a perfect drag and the pressure on your clit that came from your crossed legs was almost enough to send you over the edge.

But when he folded his body over yours, lips kissing your neck and hand reaching up to play with your tit you couldn’t resist. All that it took was a harder press of your legs together, trapping your clit between your lips and you were coming. Your moans came out muffled into the pillow as he moaned on your shoulder, leaving a small bite on the skin when he felt you fluttering and clenching around him.

Franco knelt back up and waited for you to calm down, still nestled inside you while you tried to catch your breath. His hands ran up and down your sides gently, till you looked back at him. He could only see the side of your face but you looked fucked out, just in those minutes he had managed to bring tears to your eyes and what looked like all of the blood from your body to your face, it was flushed and wet and he had never seen you look hotter.

“You okay?” you nodded “need a second?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head “No” you whimpered.

Franco scoffed, pulling out of you and making you fall to your side with a single push to your hip. “What was that, huh?” he teased, laying his body over yours as he guided himself back into you. “Too pent up after not having me for a week?”His lips brushed over yours as he spoke, a cheeky tone to his voice. “You’re so tight like this, you know? Can you feel me? I’m having a hard time here, trying to fit back in.”

His words sent heat waves all over your body and a moan escaped your mouth when he held one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, opening you for him. He moved slowly, making sure you were okay to take him but as soon as moans of pleasure started leaving your mouth he rested one of his palms on your stomach. He pressed down when a deeper thrust hit you and you felt like you were seeing stars.

It felt like his cock was rearranging the organs inside your body, fucking you impossibily deep. One of your hands was grabbing his forearm while the other was between your teeth as you tried not to wake up the entire building. Franco caressed the back of your thigh as he pounded into you, mercilessly using you to get off.

“Fran,” you called, making him let your leg down and flip you on your back.

“I know, I know” he whispered before his lips met yours again.

His hips were still thrusting against yours when his hand sneaked between your bodies and reached for your clit. Then you were a mess. Both panting, breathing in each other’s hot breaths as you felt the coils in your stomach tightening. And it was the flick of his fingers in your clit that sent you over the edge, your orgasm triggering his own.

He slowed down his hips till they came to a stop, still deep inside you. When you finally opened your eyes he was still holding himself above you, looking down, his face was flushed, his eyes heavy and his curls were down on his forehead, some sticking to it. You kissed him again, holding his face in your palm and he melted, letting his body cover yours as your lips molded together.

“Still okay?” he asked when your lips parted. You nodded as he pulled out “‘m gonna get us some water”

You were barely responsive when Franco left your room but by the time he was back with two glasses of water you were curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging a plushie that you rescued from the floor – they had all been thrown to the floor at some point when none of you were paying attention. You looked up at him when he walked in but you weren’t thirsty enough to sit up, so you just closed your teary eyes again, pulling the blanket to cover you.

That was when Franco realized how much he needed you beyond weekly fucks.

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bragging rights: miya atsumu's route — haikyuu, street racer!au, atsumu x f!reader, "sweetheart" as a pet name, suggestive, part of ignition!verse, 2.2k words

You wince as the engine splutters and chokes. Miya Atsumu curses under his breath, hands scrabbling for the keys to turn it over once more, feet ready on the clutch and pedal. Only once the car is rumbling quietly again does he spare you a glance.

His ears are bright red.

"That was the second time now," you say. You give up on fighting back your grin. "Are you sure your brother didn't let you win?"

"H-hey, I won that race fair and square!" Atsumu says. He pauses for a moment, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, and the car rolls into motion. "I just ain't used to such a pretty girl in my car."

City lights flicker and fade across his handsome features. Normally you'd feel embarrassed for staring so blatantly, but Atsumu seems to soak it up, puffing out his chest a little and shaking his hair out of his eyes. It would be obnoxious on anyone else, but after watching him stall his car because he got distracted looking at you, it registers as endearing more than anything. Still, you don't want him to get too much of a big head about it.

"Really? Does that line work for you?" you tilt your head curiously, body angled towards his as he guides the car through a few gear changes.

"Ain't a line," Atsumu grumbles. "I dunno what Aran-kun's told ya, but Kita-san would tell my ma if he caught me skirt chasing every weekend. And I hate makin' ma sad."

That's… kind of cute. The stubborn set of his lips makes you think it's the truth. "Okay," you say simply. Atsumu spares you a surprised glance. "Where are we going?"

The lights outside lose their frenetic firework bursts as Atsumu takes you through suburban neighborhoods. "I was gonna take you 'round to one of my favorite bars, but… I don't want this to be a one time thing."

Okay. That's… cute, too. You only accepted Aran's invitation to the car meet because you wanted some excitement from your dreary day to day salary woman life, so it was a pleasant surprise to find yourself on the receiving end of the Miya twins' attention. You can't deny that you'd be fine with a wild one night stand — a fun story to hint at to your female colleagues around the water cooler — but this… this is nice, too.

"You don't?"

He shakes his head firmly. "I've seen ya 'round Aran-kun's shop," Atsumu says. "I was workin' up the nerve to ask you out, but you were always so fast."

Heat floods your cheeks at the admission. "I visited him during my lunch breaks, so I never really had a lot of time," you explain. "But I never… saw you there?"

"That's 'cause you never went to the back room." He scratches at his cheek. Even in the dim glow of the interior lights on his radio, you spot a hint of pink on his skin. The volume is turned low, a background hum to the rumble of his car. "I'm glad ya came tonight."

"Me too," you admit easily, flashing him a smile. "So what's your plan to make this more than a one time thing? First step: win the race against your brother. Second step: profit?"

Atsumu laughs. "I'll make sure you profit, sweetheart. I wanna show ya one of my favorite places to go at night. It's a little ways up the mountain, though. Is that cool?"

"I'm ready," you nod. "I've been ready for anything since I got into your car."

"That's good," Atsumu grins. The way his lips quirk up in the corners makes him look boyish and charming, a stark difference to the way his shoulders fill out his fitted shirt. His car smells like an unholy mixture of peach from the blossom shaped air freshener dangling from his vent and the faint musk of sweaty gym clothes, though his car is otherwise pretty clean, if a little messy.

You continue watching him as he navigates up the windy mountain road. Atsumu tries to ignore your staring this time — but you can see his ears get redder and redder as moonlight flickers in beyond the trees. It's cute. You'll admit that openly. He runs his hands through his hair a few times and you're struck again by how soft the strands look in spite of the dye job, your thighs clenching together at the sudden, vivid image of tugging on those locks yourself.

Atsumu clears his throat. "You're gonna make it real hard for me, sweetheart," he says roughly. "If ya keep starin' at me like ya wanna eat me."

"I'm just admiring the view," you tease. Atsumu snorts and casts you a half lidded glance.

"Ya got a thing for blondes?" he asks.

"I've got a thing for you, maybe," you say, giggling when Atsumu's hand slips on the gear shift. "I'm glad you won the race. And I do like the color on you. Do you dye it yourself?"

"Nah," Atsumu shakes his head. "I usually get help from one of the guys. I can never tell if I got all the back strands, y'know?"

"That explains it," you murmur under your breath. Atsumu shoots you a raised eyebrow and you flash him a grin. No point in bringing up the concept of toner now. "Will you tell me why you like your favorite spot so much? I wanna know what to keep in mind when I see it."

Atsumu's fingers curl over the gear shift as he smoothly navigates a long curving turn. The car engine is a soothing rumble, a low vibration behind your knees. "It's beautiful," he says, shrugging when he glances at you and catches your eye. "And it's quiet. People usually go higher up the mountain for the bigger turnouts, but I like seein' the city a lil' closer. I know the streets 'round here like the back of my hand, and it's nice gettin' the bird's eye view."

"Quiet, huh?" You have a feeling he means nothing by it, but that doesn't stop you from thinking about the kinds of things you could get up to in a quiet, secluded area far away from prying eyes. It's late, far past midnight, and the mountain outlook is nestled in the kind of velvet moonlit darkness that holds secrets readily.

Atsumu pulls up to the guard rail and cuts the engine. It is a smaller turnout, one blink and you'd miss it, though it could probably fit another car if the drivers knew what they were doing. You can see the city spread out below, a mass of blinking lights and glow.

"Whaddaya think?" Atsumu sounds a touch nervous, but you don't need to lie to appease his feelings.

"It's gorgeous." And it really is. You can see the sparkle of the bay in the distance, the vast glimmering darkness of the ocean beyond.

Atsumu grins widely. "Gorgeous girl like you deserves gorgeous views."

You snort. "And how often has that line worked?"

"I've never tried it before," Atsumu says, still grinning. His ears are bright red and you want to reach over and tug, to trace your nail along the edges and feel how hot they are. "Think it's good enough to get me a kiss?"

You can't help but smile. "You get a kiss for the view, and that cheesy line gets you one touch. Use it wisely."

Atsumu unbuckles his seat belt and leans over immediately, hands coming up to cup your face. You shiver at the sudden warmth of his palms, leaning into him with a quiet sigh. The sound draws his gaze down towards your lips, and he cracks a shaky little laugh before surging forward for a kiss.

It's warm and soft and you nearly reach up to sink your fingers into his hair, but then his hand slips and you gasp and — HOOOOONK.

"Wha—! Whoa! Shit."

You blink dazedly in the abrupt silence as Atsumu pushes himself far away from his steering wheel, looking like he wants to melt into the soft leather seat. Your heartbeat — already ratcheted high from the kiss — kicks back into gear as you register what happened. "Smooth," you laugh.

"My bad," he grins sheepishly. "Good thing we're alone up here."

"I dunno, you probably woke up all the wildlife in the area. We'll have deer kicking at your door soon."

Atsumu gasps dramatically, eyes wide with pretend shock. "Noo, not my doors! It took us ages to get the paint just right!"

"Good to know you care more about your paint job than about getting us away from violent deer," you laugh. "It is a nice shade, though, so I guess you're justified."

"Oh, I'll kiss ya for that," Atsumu says, eyes twinkling in the reflected moonlight. "C'mere, sweetheart, I'll keep ya safe from the steering wheel."

He reaches over to unbuckle your seat belt and keeps it from whipping at you, his hands trembling as he sucks in a shaky breath. You watch as his hand hovers over your waist and then he plants it on the door behind you, leaning forward and tilting his head to brush a featherlight kiss along your neck.

Shaky — he's shaky — but you can see the flex of his arms as he balances over you, and something hot sears through your nerves at the easy way he moves his body, so self assured and confident in his own strength, combined with the confusing hesitation he has with every touch involving you.

He meets your furrowed brow with a lopsided grin. "I already used up my one touch," he explains diligently. Your mind flashes back to his palms warm against your cheeks and your stomach drops alarmingly.

Fuck. He's really, really cute.

"For following the rules you get two more —" is all you manage to get out, breathless and fond, before Atsumu's hand slides up your neck and cups the back of it, bringing you forward for another kiss.

You lose track of — everything — while he kisses you senseless, the world narrowing down to the soft way he gasps into your mouth as you swipe your tongue over his lips, the strangled noise that leaps from the back of his throat when you nip at his lip. You finally sink your fingers into his hair and it's just as soft as you thought, so you tug a little to hear him whimper and then you kiss him harder as a reward. It's easy, so easy to kiss him. You could make out with him for hours.

You lose track of everything, the world a simple blur of sensation. So it nearly makes you jump out of your seat when his other hand lands on your bare thigh, your skirt hiked up your legs with the way you're sitting and leaning towards him.

Atsumu squeezes the plush of your thighs and lets out another strangled noise. "Fuck, you're soft —" and then he jostles forward again, and — HONK!

"Augh!"

You wince as he slips and catches himself with a hand planted firmly on the door handle behind you. This close, you can see every speck of light in his wide eyes, the tiny bead of drool trailing along his chin.

"Are you sure you can protect me from the steering wheel?" you ask. "It looks like you can barely protect yourself."

"Yeah, you're right," he says, panting hard. You tense as he dips down to mouth at your neck, the sharp press of canines teasing your skin before he pulls back abruptly. "I'll just come to your side."

"You — what? 'Tsumu, wait!"

He unfolds himself from his seat and you blink at the sudden interior overhead lights coming on when he opens his door. Atsumu slams his door shut and rounds the front of his car quickly, barely giving you time to shift to face your door before he's there, crouching in your space, the chilly predawn breeze raising goosebumps along your skin.

"You called?" His grin is wide and pleased with himself. Annoying — but still. Endearing. You want to squish his stupid warm cheeks together. "I gotta admit, it sounds pretty good when you say it."

"What are you doing?" you hiss, tugging him closer to block out the breeze. Atsumu obliges easily, leaning over you to flick off the overhead lights. "What about the deer?"

"I can fight 'em off," he pauses and glances down at you, worry furrowing his brow for a split second, "I think."

"I'm not so sure about that," you tease, tugging at his shirt to draw him closer. His breaths puff against your lips as you grin. "Have you ever seen a sleep deprived deer?"

"Maybe I should hit the horn a few more times to scare 'em off," Atsumu muses absently. His eyes flutter shut as you cross the meager distance between you to kiss him. "Or — mm — maybe if I've got ya scream — screamin' my name, that'll do the — ah — trick?"

You sink your hands into his hair and hum. The strands are so soft and silky between your fingers you make a mental note to ask about his shampoo and conditioner regimen. "Is this the part where I profit?"

Atsumu's grin is a bright flash in the moonlight. "Ya better hold on to me, sweetheart. We're gonna piss off all the deer on this mountain."

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