#well that's for me to know and u to find out

[formulaonecrumbs]

I loved the Oscar fic so much it’s exactly what i wanted and now more maybe like Oscar’s at home with his mum and all his sisters

we’ve made an icon 💅

Oscar Piastri x older sister!reader x piastri!siblings

summary: oscar’s sisters give him a makeover

warnings: none except for osc’s torture

A/N: literally had a blast writing this, thank u anon for the request aahhhh!!! i’m glad u liked the last one :) i searched his sisters names but couldn’t find the ages for Edie or Mae so i just made them 10 and 7. enjoyyyy i love u ❤️💋

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the living room looked like a tornado had blown through it — makeup bags spilled open across the carpet, costume jewelry flung over the back of the couch, feather boas and glittery sunglasses piled high on the coffee table.

“right,” you said, clapping your hands once, trying your best to look like you had control over this absolute disaster. “rules. no permanent marker, no scissors, no actual super glue. everything else… go wild.”

hattie smirked, already uncapping a hot pink lipstick like it was a weapon. edie giggled so hard she snorted. mae was bouncing on the spot, holding a sparkly headband two sizes too small.

and oscar — poor, poor thirteen-year-old oscar — sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, arms folded, an exaggerated scowl on his face.

“this is rigged,” he muttered. “i didn’t even agree.”

“yeah, you did,” you teased, leaning over to ruffle his already-messy hair. “you stayed in the room. counts.”

he groaned loudly, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

but he didn’t leave.

he never did, not when it came to you lot.

mae immediately climbed onto the couch behind him and shoved the headband over his curls, almost taking his ear off in the process. “ow!” he yelped, swatting blindly. you caught his hand gently.

“easy, little man. you’re doing the country proud,” you said, solemnly, and he gave you the fiercest stink-eye he could muster.

hattie was in charge of the face. she attacked like a general on the battlefield, swiping neon eyeshadow across his lids while edie dabbed blush onto his cheeks with the wrong side of the brush.

“stop moving your face!” hattie barked.

“i’m breathing,” oscar grumbled.

“well, stop that too,” edie said sweetly.

you were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

every time oscar opened his mouth to protest, mae stuck a gummy bear in it.

(you didn’t even know where she got them. the child had secret stashes everywhere.)

“okay, everyone chill — lipstick’s happening,” you warned, reaching for the tube before hattie could jab it straight into his nose. you knelt in front of him, squinting dramatically. “pout, piastri.”

“you’re dead to me,” he said flatly.

“that’s the spirit.”

the lipstick was a mess — bright pink and slightly crooked, but he wore it like a champ.

or, at least, like someone who had accepted his tragic fate.

next came the outfit. it took about ten minutes of arguing and two full wardrobe raids before edie triumphantly produced one of your old sequin skirts and a tie-dye singlet.

“you look stunning, darling,” you said, wiping fake tears from your eyes as hattie threw a feather boa over his shoulders.

“i hope every single one of you steps on a lego,” oscar said, his voice thick with betrayal.

“can i put glitter on his arms?” mae asked brightly, already uncapping the shaker.

“oh my god, no, stop!” you yelped, diving across the carpet to confiscate it before the house ended up looking like a disco ball exploded.

in the end, oscar sat there — headband cutting into his curls, cheeks glowing with too much blush, lips smeared pink, a sequin skirt twisted halfway around his legs — and accepted his fate with long-suffering dignity.

you pulled out your phone and snapped a photo, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

“this,” you said proudly, “is going to your wedding slideshow someday.”

he pointed at you, eyes narrowed. “i’m telling mum.”

“i am mum right now,” you said, tossing a feather boa at his head. “deal with it.”

everyone collapsed into a pile on the floor — giggling, shrieking, tossing costume jewelry at each other. even oscar cracked a smile when mae curled up against his side, babbling about how “pretty” he looked.

and when you finally turned off the lights hours later, stepping carefully over the chaos, you caught oscar looking around at all of you — his sisters, his chaos — and shaking his head with a tiny, secret grin.

he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

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“right,” you said, clapping your hands and surveying the damage like a proud general. “now we show mum.”

oscar’s eyes widened in panic. “no. no way. i’m not going out there looking like this.”

“too late, mate,” hattie said sweetly, already grabbing his hand and trying to yank him up. edie was half-wheezing from laughing so hard, and mae was practically dragging the feather boa behind her like a prized pet.

“c’mon, osc, be a good sport,” you teased, ruffling his glitter-dusted hair. “you look gorgeous. stunning. a real icon.”

“this is betrayal,” he muttered, but he let himself be hauled up anyway — arms stiff at his sides like a tragic, sparkly soldier being marched to his doom.

you all barrelled down the hallway, practically vibrating with excitement, and burst into the kitchen where nicole was standing at the counter, sipping a cup of tea.

she turned at the noise, raising one eyebrow — and then she saw him.

there was a beat of complete silence.

and then nicole choked on her tea.

“oh my god,” she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. “oscar! what have they done to you?!”

“i didn’t even have a choice!” he cried, flinging his arms out and sending glitter flying everywhere.

nicole was laughing so hard she had to put the mug down before she dropped it. “you look like… like a popstar from 2003!”

“he’s beautiful,” mae said solemnly, tugging the boa tighter around his shoulders.

“he’s fabulous,” edie added, hands on her hips.

“he’s traumatised,” oscar muttered under his breath.

you were leaning against the wall, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. “you’re welcome, mum. we’ve unlocked his full potential.”

nicole wiped tears of laughter from her cheeks and walked over, pulling oscar into a hug — sequins, glitter, feather boa and all.

“you’re such a good brother, letting them do this,” she said warmly, kissing the top of his head.

oscar groaned loudly but hugged her back anyway, letting his head thunk against her shoulder like he was suffering through the greatest injustice in history.

“can i keep the lipstick?” hattie asked, already rifling through the pile of makeup again.

“no,” oscar said, dead serious. “i’m burning it.”

you snapped another photo, just to be safe.

because moments like this — messy, chaotic, hilarious — were the kind you never wanted to forget.

THE END :>

[luffydotcom]

love and affection

synopsis: sharing an affectionate moment with them feat: luffy, zoro, sanji warnings: none! notes: based on these headcanons i made of where these characters are most physically affectionate, made them into short fics for u guys :) enjoy

luffy

luffy stares at the unconscious marines on the ground surrounding him, letting out an exasperated sigh. he said he wouldn't get caught up exploring the island, yet here he was having to finish off another fight. the security on this island is so tight, it's like this whole day he's been on his feet dealing with way too many marines for his liking.

he doesn't wanna waste time when all he can think about is being with you.

thankfully, the ship isn't too far, and he knows his way back unlike a certain mosshead.

when he climbs back onto the ship, you're the first thing his eye catches. you're leaning against the railing off the sunny, your chin resting on your hand with your back turned to him. before you even register that luffy's there, you feel a rubbery pair of arms taking hold of you from behind, and the next thing you're tangled in them.

"LUFFY! you scared the hell out of me!" you laugh, feeling his arms around you as they tighten you into a soft hug.

"my bad!" he giggles, holding you closer. "i just really wanted a hug right now, i'm pretty tired. you don't know what i've been dealing with all day!"

"let's lie down inside, you can tell me all about it," you tell him as he wraps his arms all around you and you can't help but laugh more at how attached he's being to you. it feels like you're covered in vines, but you don't mind at all.

zoro

you've been looking for zoro everywhere, only to find him resting against the railing of the ship, eyes shut and arms folded. as you step close and bend down to get a closer look at his face, you're surprised to see that he isn't reacting at all.

is he really asleep? you wonder, waving your hand in front of his face, but still no reaction.

hesitantly, you quietly set yourself beside him, careful not to accidentally wake him. glancing at him, you can't believe how peaceful he looks. he isn't much of a talker anyway, but somehow he seems so quiet and ease when he's sleeping. it feels so different to the zoro you see in battle.

feeling a bit brave, you slowly begin to lean so that your shoulder touches his. you breathe out a little sigh of relief when he stays asleep. you should seriously get up and go, but something seriously makes you not want to leave his side. you decide staying there for a while wouldn't hurt.

but before you know it, you find yourself drifting off too.

zoro opens an eye to see you peacefully sleeping beside him and snickers to himself. really thought i was sleeping all along, huh?

it's a risk, but he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable there or for your neck to hurt. very carefully, he shifts you so that your head is laying on his lap, afraid to make even the slightest noise in case he wakes you.

thankfully, it all works out. you're comfortably laying on his lap now. now it's his turn to watch you resting, smiling to himself at how close you finally are to him, not wanting to lose the moment just yet.

sanji

sanji puts the last of the dishes away, turning around to see that the kitchen is finally clean - well at least until luffy comes back demanding another snack.

he tries not to strain his hands, especially with all the cooking he does every day. but today they slightly ache from all the things he's been doing: cleaning, cutting, chopping, frying... just to name a few.

the kitchen door opens as you enter, and sanji's eyes light up automatically. "y/n! i missed you."

"i just saw you at supper," you laugh, coming closer to him. you cock an eyebrow, noticing that despite his excitement to see you, he seems a bit preoccupied with looking at his hands now. "what's wrong?"

"oh, it's nothing," sanji waves his hands. "i was just..."

before he can continue, his breath catches in his throat as you suddenly take hold of both his hands mid-air. "y/n, what are you-"

you study his hands, noting how soft and delicate they are despite everything they're put under every day, and how they fit perfectly in yours. you hold them close, bringing them to rest on your chest right where your heart is.

sanji is completely speechless at your action now, afraid to even breathe wrong. his heart is beating so fast he's sure you can feel it in the pulse of his wrists.

"you shouldn't work them too hard," your hands tighten his more, but gently, before you kiss his knuckles softly. "i don't want you to ruin your hands when they're just so perfect."

you look up from sanji's now shaky hands and stifle a laugh to see him completely unable to look you in the eye. he looks away to avoid your gaze, blushing like crazy. he clears his throat. "i... um..."

"my bad, my bad," you let go and cover your mouth to avoid laughing at how flustered he's become in such short time.

© luffydotcom

[honeytonedhottie]

feeling like a 2000's diva⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦💕

this post is inspired by movies like the house bunny, legally blonde, and all of the ICONIC 2000's movies that radiate major diva energy. if u wanna emulate, and EMBODY that same vibe—bold fashion, flawless beauty, and a carefree attitude—then keep reading cuz in this post we'll dive into that...💬🎀

THE DIVA PLAYLIST ;

every 2000's diva had a personal soundtrack so make ur own! find music from the 2000's era that resonates with u and that u love. personally i feel like i mostly listen to 90's-2000's music anyways so i think im pretty well rounded in music of that era. some of my favorites on my diva playlist are...

ᡣ𐭩 beyonce, mariah carey, britney spears, christina aguilera, brandy, lee hiyori, destiny's child, and ciara

SHOPPING 2000'S "THE MUST HAVES" ;

🌟 low rise jeans

🌟 crop tops and baby tees

🌟 rhinestone embellished accessories

🌟 velour tracksuits

🌟 belly chains

🌟 denim skirts

🌟 halter tops

🌟 sunglasses

BEAUTY TRENDS WE CAN BRING BACK ;

the 2000's was such a great time for beauty and makeup and all things girly and glam! while watching the house bunny two things that captured my attention the most were the makeup and the outfits! the makeup in this movie had lots of...💬🎀

🌟 shimmery eyeshadows - layering a glittery iridescent shade across ur eyeshadow was a MUST

🌟 frosty glossy lips - def one of my favorites, i loved the pale pink lipglosses and nude tones with thick lipgloss like YESS

more on the lips though, the dark lip liner with a lighter lipstick or gloss was the SIGNATURE of this time and i am just THRILLED to see it making a resurgence nowadays cuz it eats...💬🎀

🌟 glossy sleek hair - glossy sleek hair is something i saw a lot of pop stairs from this era doing but in this movie in particular they went with the bombshell hair (big bouncy curls) which i LOVED

🌟 clumpy mascara - layered on mascara for more volume

CONFIDENCE AND CAREFREE ATTITUDE ;

another thing that i love from this era was how carefree and confident all these diva's were. it was all about being uniquely yourself and not shoving urself into a box. embracing ur own individually CONFIDENTLY and fashionably.

🌟 stop seeking validation from external sources - no one else's opinion on you matters except ur own, okay?

🌟 have fun - dont take things so seriously, a carefree happy attitude is SO contagious. surround urself with people who uplift you and dont be afraid to put urself out there.

🌟 stay up to date with trends that speak to u - know whats hot and whats not, it'll help u to be more confident when ur up to date with thats going on and what resonates with u.

something else that can improve ur confidence is taking care of urself! when u know that u spend time with yourself and pampering urself NO one can tell u shit cuz you know you're taken care of...💬🎀

STAYING FABULOUS ;

🌟 baths are for the divas! - bubble baths always make me feel so luxurious and pampered. i feel like an absolute princess when im relaxing in a bath.

🌟 manicures and pedicures - CHUNKY FRENCH TIPS.

🌟 take good care of ur hair - love ur hair and take good care of it so that it will love u back and look amazing and you'll feel good! keep your hair healthy and shiny with regular deep-conditioning treatments, and embrace whatever style makes you feel like a star

[yulin-pop]

i just saw your headcanon of Ace + Deuce w the same crush, but what if reader ended up w another person? (u can choose who you prefer to write)

⤷ ✧ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

order 91 | headcanons | Heartslabyul+Malleus|Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: I chose the most ironic candidates, They never stood a chance against them

Of course they would know you had a crush, they both feigned surprise and begged for names and how and when this crush started. I mean, seriously, who could’ve caught your eye? You wouldn’t tell them which gave them both at least a little hope it could’ve been one of them.

Though as you dropped more hints, they learned they were an upperclassmen.

Well, sucks for them but just because you have a crush doesn’t mean it will be reciprocated— but they were proven wrong.

You would gush about the interactions you shared with your crush to the two, leading to some snooping. But they would never seem to catch you talking to whoever this mysterious yet charming guy was.

That was until you came forward with some news at lunch, with glimmering eyes and flushed cheeks you announced…

➺ Riddle Rosehearts

“Me and Riddle are official.”

Neither of them are happy, far from it. They hide their true opinion of it. Yeah, they would be upset no matter who it was but Riddle? He was a psycho when they first met, caused a lot of trouble for all of them and somehow you caught feelings for him.

But you have a rebuttal towards Ace, he was your first bully when you came to Night Raven but you’re still friends. One can argue he’s still your bully actually.

But then they find it hard to imagine Riddle in all those rants you went on about. Before you and Riddle began dating, you freaked out when you went on a study and brunch date with him.

He wiped your face and leaned in close enough you could feel his breath against your ear. Good for you (I guess) but it’s hard to see Riddle doing that.

Their first reaction is to go to Grim and just unleash every thought they had on the matter at him.

“I mean seriously Riddle? He’s shorter than both of us! Isn’t it crazy since I was always the closest. I walked [Name] to class multiple times but it’s special when Riddle does it. It’s so dumb. I bet they’re both too shy to do anything to the point where they just look into each other’s eyes. That’s so awkward!!” Ace rambled.

“Yeah!” The only thing Deuce could do was agree since Ace was already saying everything on his mind.

I think the first week they’re in disbelief and just go silent whenever you mention Riddle. The second week is when the teasing starts. By teasing they’re actually helping you since when you see Riddle, they push you into him. Which always leads to Riddle catching you and both of you getting flustered.

As much as they did like you, as said by Grim, they need to accept it. Deuce seemed to be the most crushed out of the two but that’s just because Ace hid it behind indifference.

They’re both the people who will always be on your side when you and Riddle have a fight. They don’t just blindly agree though, if you did something wrong they’re going to tell you.

It’s hard to say if they will lose feelings for you after you started dating someone else. I think they won’t ever lose the affection they had for you but the crush and the potential you had together will be pushed to the back of the brain for as long as you were happy with someone else. That’s what mattered more.

➺ Cater Diamond

You shoved your phone screen in their faces and showed a video recording of Cater confessing to you with a poster and flowers. The video ending with you hugging Cater and his arms wrapped around you.

Okay with Cater it’s not as big of a surprise. He wasn’t clueless in dating but not what you would call “experienced”. Looking back at everything you gushed about it did sound like Cater.

All the mentions of selfies and how he would always take pictures of you, remarking how cute and photogenic you were. It checked out seeing how often he posted you in the past few weeks, they’re kinda mad they didn’t realize it sooner. Of course there was a whole post on his MagiCam announcing your relationship. Just to be expected of Cater.

Deuce asked if you were okay with your relationship being out there like that and surprisingly you were, not caring how embarrassing it could be.

Ace is the one who makes you feel embarrassed about it though. He points out and laughs at all the photos Cater posts of you two. And yeah he left some satire hate comments.

The first week is almost unbearable, especially because Cater is pretty open about how his happy-go-lucky mood is because of you.

“After months of constant rizzing and going out on dates, they said yes.” He would proudly proclaim to whoever asked.

Ace accidentally cut him off mid sentence to tell him to shut up and then Deuce has to apologize. Ace is slightly hostile to Cater while Deuce is just short with him but that eventually goes away.

Whenever Cater is anywhere near by. Ace says “Oh look it’s your boyfriend go kiss him!” But before you could react Cater is already walking over and steals you for whatever reason.

➺ Trey Clover

“I managed to confess to him… Trey said yes.”

They were surprised, Trey was a wild card but it’s not like he was the worst out of the upperclassmen. But it all made more sense how when you would come over to Heartslabyul, you’d always go to the kitchen saying you’re hungry and wait around until you found Trey. Not only that you wouldn’t even eat. Same with how you randomly took an interest in baking and started taking lessons from Trey.

Deuce is awkward and Ace is slightly irritated but both congratulate you but Ace mentioned how it was weird you had to confess. Though that led to you going into a strained retell of how you confessed and how Trey reacted and how wonderful it all was.

Trey did seem sort of distant when with you but that really didn’t seem to affect how you were with him. Ace and Deuce got the slight impression Trey was inexperienced. Deuce wasn’t one to judge but Ace was the one to scoff at it.

Trey wouldn’t mention it unless anyone asked, more importantly when you saw him at lunch or during school Ace would try to push you over to him but you insisted you wanted to leave him alone. Why is that? You two didn’t seem to interact much even though you were dating.

Ace and Deuce mentioned this to Grim, just because they were nosey and all. “Seriously you think they’re distant? Man if only you KNEW… [Name] is almost never here because they’re out with Trey and when they are home they’re talking about how much they want Trey to come over.”

So that’s how it was, they’re the more hidden couples but in private they act completely differently. Additionally, that explains why you’ve been texting them less after school. They don’t have a lot to say besides the normal anguish that comes with unrequited love.

-ˋˏ Malleus Draconia

“I think me and Horton are dating?”

Oh yeah that’s pretty normal, just you announcing your possible relationship with the most powerful fae in school and the future king of Briar Valley. Now what’s with that vague wording?! It’s either you are or you aren’t.

They shake you and demand answers out of you. But you can’t answer some of them. The truth is you confessed but you received a vague answer back. “How cute… I admit somehow my heart aches with approval.” That’s all you got back.

Now Ace, you and Deuce began theorizing what it meant. You hoped it to be acceptance but the other two prayed you’d be rejected. You’ve told them everything about this “Horton” which was later to be discovered as Malleus Draconia… Despite the discovery, you still had feelings for him.

They knew who they were up against though. But they weren’t even sure if it was a competition since you’d had an interest in him and he may like you back. But they’ve never been the types to back down.

You raved about it over and over to them, though they would talk down your excitement. You were really happy and it’s not like they don’t want you to be happy but… you’re not even dating so just hold your horses. They tried to make so points like Malleus is the heir to Briar Valley so there’s issue with that and his emotions can cause devastating storms so leaving him on read may or may not tear down Ramshackle.

Regardless, you planned to meet with him again to confirm the status of your relationship and Deuce and Ace turned to Grim once they realized they couldn’t stop you.

They were trying to force Grim to go along with their plan of talking you down from dating Malleus, then to stop you from meeting with him at night by any means necessary but Grim could only do so much.

The next morning, you had small bags under your eyes but were brimming with joy, talking about how you love Horton. Besides how politically crazy your relationship is for Malleus, they’re supportive as long as you’re happy. Nothing changed much besides the fact you always want to talk about your boyfriend.

[33forthew1n]

જ⁀➴ ♡young & in love જ⁀➴ ♡

🏎️❣️💙 2016! MV33/MV1 x reader 🏎️❣️💙

trope: strangers to lovers

SMAU- faceclaim: blonde girls on pinterest 👱🏼‍♀️

synopsis: it's max verstappen's first year in Formula One, but it's reader's time as a race guest. when max abruptly meets yn at the paddock, is it love at first sight for the two or just a one-time meeting?

WARNINGS: jos 🙄, one horner mention, swearing, oblivious boyfriend

author's note: first ever fic!!!! let me know how u like it in my inbox or by interacting :) tysm to @iamred-iamyellow for answering all my silly little qs 🫶

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max was just like any other teenager: he had crushes, dreams, friends, and too many responsibilities to count. well, except for one thing: he was motorsport's newest and youngest Formula One driver.

at 17, he debuted with a junior team and did....well, pretty damn well. so, the move up to the big league in the form of Red Bull Racing TAG Heur was no big surprise. he had been labelled a prodigy and future WDC even before obtaining his driver's license which unsurprisingly left him with a mountain of pressure to deal with. pressure that no teenage peer would ever truly understand. he had stopped trying to find commonalities in life experience and accepted that his circumstances were one in seven billion.

at the start of 2016, max had entered the season with one goal in mind: race and race so damn well that nobody could question the fastpaced nature of his driving career. this one-track mind approach also meant another thing: no girlfriends and no serious relationships. a serious relationship meant time, effort, and devotion he couldn't put into his racecraft; as his father so unkindly reminded him way too often for his liking. ₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡

max's first gp with RB

maxverstappen33

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maxverstappen33 First race with Red Bull. Happy with the car, but could have gotten more out of the car. Great weekend, thanks team. 💪

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danielricciardo Good race, mate. Excited for the future 💪🏎️

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madmax3390 there's a reason why there's sm hype around him!! mad future WDC 🦁

user97370181 daniel outqualified and outraced LOL what a joke

maxdutchlion97 super effort!! ROTY

usernine i don't even get what the hype around him is....

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at the ripe age of ten, yn had decided that sebastian vettel was her all time favorite driver. it was a funny choice for the young girl to make because her dad was a fernando alonso stan and a diehard tifosi at the time. yet, young yn was awestruck at the navy blue car driven masterfully by vettel. ever since she saw him win his first WDC in 2010, yn had dreamt of going to her very first f1 grand prix.

after years of silently wishing that every christmas present and birthday gift was a gp ticket, yn finally got her wish for her 17th bday. it was a ticket to the spanish gp which meant that after her last final exam of the year was over, she'd be on a train to spain. "thank you so much, dad. seriously, i can't believe you kept this hidden for so long!!!", the teenager said in joy. "if i had known you'd be this happy, i would have shown you at christmas. you're welcome, dear." ⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡

fast forward to the spanish grand prix:

yn was bouncing with excitement. after months of planning outfits and smoothing over details, the day had come! she was at her first grand prix; her wish come true. everything was bigger and louder than she could have ever imagined but oh so wonderful. every garage she had seen on TV was now in front of her very own eyes. while she was so busy staring at everything with wide eyes, someone in an obvious rush ran into her.

"oh- sorry. didn-", said the guy in question. "you're o-", said yn, stopping halfway through her words in surprise when she recognized the face of the guy who almost caused the wind to be knocked out of her. it was none other than her favorite team's newest driver: max verstappen. now she had three choices: a) frantically ask for a picture (as proof to show her dad who would never believe her if she told him of this moment), b) stare like an idiot and make them both feel terribly awkward, or c) pretend to not recognize him. "c-can i take a selfie with you?", she said, deciding that choice a was the one to pick.

"oh! yeah, sure.", max awkwardly answered.

"thanks, have a good race!", exclaimed yn, ready to tell her dad a story he wouldn't believe, until she heard a "wait! uhm-" from max.

"can i have your instagram? you know, so that you can send me the selfie-", the teenager made up on the spot. "oh!! yes, just a second!"

after exchanging ig handles, max joked to her, "have fun this weekend. good team kit choice, by the way." she laughed and replied, "yeah, guess i must have pretty good taste, huh. win the race, max. good luck out there."

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max hadn't ever been so starstuck by a girl. the only thing he could think of when he was in front of her was how beautiful and warm she seemed. just genuinely exhilerated for the race and to be at the track. "it's been a while since i've felt like that", thought the driver.

he'd been happily surprised when she gave him her ig handle, not really expecting her to say yes to his request. and so he typed out her username, hit follow, and looked at her latest post.

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ynusername pretty in pink 💞🧁👯‍♀️ @yourbestfriend @otherfriend

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yourbestfriend prettiest girl in the 🌎 🥺

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ynusername u? ☺️💞 DUH

otherfriend had the best time w u 😍 lovelyyy

ynusername yes!!! sleepover next month! 💞

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throughout the rest of the FPs, max couldn't get yn out of his head. he knew he should be keeping his head down and focusing on how to improve his performance, but in all honesty he was more concerned with impressing the girl who hadn't left his mind.

his father saw his sudden proneness to day dreaming and immediately knew something was different. "max, son."

"yes?", muttered max in surprise. "what is it with you this weekend? you know better than to have your head in the clouds?"

"n-nothing. just thinking..", max replied. fuck, he thought, of course jos would be able to tell that something was on max's mind besides racing.

then came qualifying where it all came crashing down. he had placed tenth on the grid; his worst starting position for the season so far. in the moments following quali, he walked to his garage with his head held down by the weight of what he would have to accomplish in the grand prix to satisfy all expectations.

come sunday, max was ready to win. he knew she was still at the grand prix as she had posted a selfie at the paddock a few hours prior. if he was to impress her and grow bold enough to ask her out, now was the time to succeed.

and succeed he did. he went through the nine drivers in front of him slowly and steadily, unable to believe that he was mere laps away from tasting victory. when he passed vettle, hamilton, and finally rosberg, his eyes filled with tears. then next thing he knew, horner was saying, "max verstappen, you are a race winner. fantastic. what a debut. fantastic. great, great job!"

max was in awe. his first win at seventeen wasn't certain, yet he made it happen. he knew what he needed to do next.

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maxverstappen33 First race win and youngest ever race winner. Huge congratulations to the team. Thanks to my family who made it all possible. On to the next. 💪🇳🇱🏎️

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f1 That's our youngest race winner 🇳🇱🇳🇱 Super Max!

victoriaverstappen Congrats, maxie. 🧡🧡

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lewishamilton Nice one, mate. 1️⃣

user9827279 already outdoing danny...i can see the incoming favoritism from a distance

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yn couldn't believe it. seeing her favorite team win in her first ever grand prix visit...unbelievable. she had taken dozens of pictures and videos to show her dad and show off to her little brother. as she was leaving the paddock, her phone dinged with a notification. 'hmm. must be dad asking me how the race has been'.

yet, instead it was an instagram dm notifcation.

Max Verstappen

maxverstappen33

Hey, Yn right?

yes!! is this Max or some red bull staff? Haha, its Max. How did you like the Grand Prix?

omg, loved it!!! the most fun i've had in so long :))

congrats on your first win. it was super impressive :')

Thanks! Quick question.

yes?

How would you feel about going on a date?

max verstappen, are you asking me out? Yes, if you want to go. No, if you don't

🤣🤣 Funny.

that's a yes, mr. race winner.

The 21st at 6pm at the movie theatre it is. Can't wait to see you there. 🙂

see you then, max. 🧡

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after dozens of conversations and a few calls, max and yn went on their first date. he pulled up to her house with a single red rose. he didn't know if it was enough but he also didn't want to overwhelm her in any way. he waited for her to come out of her house and handed her the rose.

"hello, yn. you look beautiful. this is for you."

"oh- thanks, max! how was the ride over?"

max lived one hour away from yn and it was his first long carride since he got his license.

"it was good. nothing special, you know? how was your day been?", he asked as he opened the passenger seat for her. truth be told they had called as they were both getting ready, but he still asked since nothing put a smile on his voice than her excited talking.

"you know how it was max, hahaha. though, i have to say you do clean up well. you look good."

"thanks. so do you, pretty girl", max said, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

after half an hour of idyll chat, the pair arrived at the movie theatre. max paid for her tickets and the snacks (even after yn's insistence that she should at least cover the popcorn) before they went into the salon.

yn had chosen some random action movie to watch which max wasn't opposed to. they both laughed, yn teared up a bit (which caused max to laugh in surprise over), and even held hands for the first time.

as max parked at her house he asked her, "did you have fun?"

"yeah, i really did. what about you? did i stack up to your usual sunday excitement?"

"you're more fun than any grand prix i've ever raced in. thanks for coming.", he said.

with a kiss on the cheek, they exchanged goodbyes.

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after four months, jos had started to become suspicious of max. the teenager had become a lot happier and snuck around a lot more than he used to. yet, he decided not to mention anything until he caught max in the act.

unbeknownst to this, max kept sneaking out and seeing yn. he knew the sneaking around couldn't last forever but he didn't want his dad to tarnish everything he had built with yn. she was patient, kind, beautiful, and the most hilarious person he had ever known.

the greatest negative of being in the best relationship of his life was that max always wanted to talk about her and being her boyfriend. so, after six months had passed since their first date max decided he owed it to their relationship to come out to the world. as a couple? well, not exactly!

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maxverstappen33 Happy birthday to the worst photographer I know. On a real note, thanks for being the best friend a guy could ever ask for. @ynusername happy 18th 🧡

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maxmaxsupermax UHM??? soft launch?:?)&/&

poppyf1fan max posting a girl was NOTT on my 2016 f1 bingo card

ynusername ignoring the "worst photographer" allegation...ty maxie 🧡 u have made this bday unforgettable

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maxverstappen33 always. 🧡

redbullned OH?

randomfan02828 even red bull is surprised 😭🙏

max decided that a friendship soft launch would go over easier. plus, he didn't exactly warn yn of his post (though by her subtle comment you wouldn't be a fool to think otherwise).

"max?? what's this post on insta??", yn practically yelped on the other line.

"oh...that. well, i thought it was about time people knew about us", he nervously responded.

"but, your dad??? red bull? you know, basically everyone in your life?"

"i can deal with all that on my own, don't worry about it. you deserve to be known about. consider it my gift to you on your 18th", he joked.

"max, i think i would consider the bouquet of roses, the bracelet, and the makeup you got me as my gift. you really didn't have to, babe."

"yeah, but you're my girlfriend. who would i spoil if not you?"

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now, it was their one year anniversary.

max had come clean to jos over his relationship with yn just a few hours after that initial post. jos certainly wasn't happy and made it clear, but since max was living on his own at 18 there wasn't really much he could do. not that max cared much for his dad's opinion on his romantic relationships.

he had talked to yn about a proper reveal of their relationship and that he....somewhat did.

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maxverstappen33 Summer ☀️ @ynusername

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ynusername this is not what I meant by hard launch...💀

redbullned have fun in the off-season champ 💪

mymax33 ugh...she's not even that pretty 😂

lestappen0975 and ur so hot. that's why u don't show ur face? stfu

liononthetrack ?? bro said nothing yet everything??

danielricciardo I don't think you understand what a hard launch is, mate. 😆

and daniel was right. max assumed that by posting yn people would get the hint that he was her boyfriend. yet, there were still people delusional enough to think that she was just a friend. "you know, babe, that a friend just asked me if i was single or if she could hook me up with someone", yn said, hinting the obvious at max.

"oh, have you not told her about us yet?"

"i have. she just didn't believe it", replied yn, a smile creeping up on her face.

"you should have shown her my post to shut her up", max joked.

"i did. she asked what a guy friend had to do with me being single or not", yn finally said outright.

"guy friend?? wasn't that one of those hard launches you said couples do to reveal their relationship?", max said shocked.

"max. figuring out we are dating from that post is like trying to find a pin in a hay stack. nearly impossible", yn said, practically in tears laughing at max's dismay.

"damn it. seems danny is right. he had said that the post made you look like a friend but i just ignored him thinking he was messing with me."

"they do say that with age comes wisdom", yn responded.

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ynusername proper hard launch, i'd say. none of that soft stuff 🧡 @/maxverstappen33

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maxverstappen33 🧡 love you, schat. happy one year 🧡

ynusername best one year of my life 🧡

madmax3303 oh!!! max's friend is his...gf???

f1fan2008 how did he pull such a baddie 💀

danielriccardo You need to teach Max how to hard launch. Heidi called his post weak 😂

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yourbestfriend CUTIESSSS 🥹🥹🥹

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going to her first grand prix led to the best thing in her life: her boyfriend. and all it took to show the world were a few unclear posts and an oblivious boyfriend.

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Hello, hello, hello, beautiful, gorgeous, divine

I love your story Marco nooo I love all your stories you are fantastic

I love you, please beg for something. Can you create a Marco the Phoenix story for y/n? Where y/n saves Thatch's life by stopping Teach's attack? Thatch was injured, but not seriously, losing the yami yami nomi. However, y/n was seriously injured protecting her nakama. Marco and Ace, his brother, are very worried. More so Marco 😏 Since the young woman wasn't waking up, When she regained consciousness, she played a joke on Marco for being so worried, Pretending not to recognize them 🤣 Later, Y/n spoke to Whitebeard, discussing the traitor and how dangerous he would become in the future. When she returned to Marco, she lay down next to him, thanking him for taking care of her all that time, and that even though she couldn't answer him, she always heard him calling her. Please, I implore you.

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Teach Tried It, I Survived It

After stopping Teach’s betrayal and nearly dying, you wake up in Marco’s arms—and decide that pranking him with fake amnesia is exactly what he deserves before finally falling into the comfort of home and love.

Marco the phoenix x reader

tags: slight angst, sfw, ooc, bl00d/v!olence, happy ending, betrayal,

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 2k

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The sun blazed high over the open sea, casting golden light across the deck of the Moby Dick. The battle was well underway — a scrappy band of pirates had made the monumental mistake of challenging the Whitebeard Pirates. Bad for them. Good for everyone else who needed a bit of exercise.

You ducked under a wild swing from some random enemy pirate, spun on your heel, and delivered a solid punch to his gut. He crumpled with a satisfying oof.

"Oi! Y/N!" Thatch shouted from a few feet away, grinning like a maniac, a strange fruit in his hand. "Check this out!"

You sliced another pirate across the side with your blade (nothing fatal, you were feeling merciful today) and jogged over.

"What did you find this time?" you asked, breathing hard, a spark of excitement lighting your eyes.

Ace clambered over a fallen mast to join you. "Yo, Thatch, whatcha got?"

Thatch held the thing out like it was a newborn kitten. The fruit was round and black with swirling violet patterns, almost like the night sky had been trapped inside it.

"I found something interesting," he said proudly.

Ace squinted. "Ohhh... is that a Devil Fruit?"

You leaned closer. "Looks like one. Wonder what it does."

Behind you, a presence stiffened. You glanced over your shoulder.

Teach — good ol' big, laughing Teach — was standing there, his usual grin stretched way too tight. His forehead was shiny with sweat despite the easy fight. When he noticed you looking, he barked out a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Heh! Devil Fruit, huh? Zehahaha! Who knows? Maybe it's a lame one, like making your farts turn into explosions!"

Ace snorted. "Wouldn't put it past the sea."

You shook your head, laughing, not noticing the way Teach’s hands clenched at his sides.

That night, the Moby Dick was peaceful. The waves lapped lazily against the hull. Most of the crew was sprawled across the deck or below, snoring, laughing, or drinking.

You had just curled up in your hammock when a strange noise cut through the stillness.

Scuffle.

You bolted upright, instincts screaming. Without a second thought, you grabbed your weapon and padded silently toward the sound.

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

There, in the dim lantern light, was Teach — stabbing Thatch through the side.

"Teach?!" you gasped.

Thatch grunted, struggling, but Teach was too strong. His eyes were wild, desperate, like a man possessed.

Without hesitation, you leapt into action.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! TEACH! HOW DARE YOU!?" you roared, slamming into Teach with everything you had.

The two of you crashed into the deck. Your blade flashed; Teach snarled and swung a fist, and you met it with a grimace, blocking the worst of the blow. It was chaos — wood splintered under your feet as you battled, the sounds waking a few of the closer crewmates.

But Teach was slippery. He was fighting like a man who had nothing left to lose, and with one last shove, he pushed you back, making you stumble.

Your foot caught the edge of a broken beam, and before you could react, Teach's fist landed squarely on the side of your head. The world spun instantly, your vision going blurry as the impact sent you crashing to the ground.

“Y/N!” Thatch cried weakly from where he was still slumped, blood dripping from his side.

You blinked hard, trying to regain your senses. A searing pain throbbed in your head, and the edges of your vision blurred even further. You could barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears as your body felt like it was on fire.

Just as you tried to push yourself up, Teach took his chance, grabbing the mysterious fruit from Thatch’s weakening grip. His sinister laugh filled the night air as he turned and bolted into the shadows, vanishing before anyone could stop him.

You couldn’t chase him.

Your body was failing you.

With a grunt, you collapsed to the floor, dizziness consuming you. Your world tilted, everything spinning as blood pooled beneath you. The last thing you heard was the frantic sound of footsteps.

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When you cracked your eyes open, it was to the blinding white of the infirmary ceiling. Everything hurts, your head hurts.

The room was filled with silence, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside the bed. Marco sat slumped forward, elbows on his knees, head bowed in exhausted vigilance. He hadn’t left your side in days — barely eating, barely sleeping. Even Ace, who was normally a ball of chaotic energy, was quieter than a graveyard at midnight, sitting against the wall and anxiously tossing a small ball between his hands.

Then, finally, the miracle happened.

You groaned.

Marco was upright so fast he nearly knocked over the chair. "Y/N?!"

Your eyes fluttered open, squinting against the light. Slowly, you turned your head, taking in the sight of Marco — disheveled, wide-eyed, hopeful — and Ace, who had shot to his feet, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

You blinked a few times. A mischievous thought bubbled up. You couldn't resist. Then you tilted your head in confusion.

"...Who are you?" you rasped, your voice hoarse from disuse.

The world froze.

Marco actually stumbled back a step, his mouth parting in horror. "W-What?"

Ace dropped the ball he'd been tossing — it hit the floor with a pathetic little bounce. "No way," he muttered, eyes wide as saucers.

You frowned, genuine confusion painted across your features. "Where am I? What happened? Are you... my doctors?"

Marco choked on air. "Doctors?! w-well, I am! but..." His voice cracked, his wings briefly puffing out in shock. "Y/N—it's me! It's Marco-yoi!"

You gave him a pitying, bewildered look, like he was some delusional lunatic. "I'm sorry, I... I don't know any 'Marco.'"

Ace ran a hand down his face, whispering to himself, "Oh my god, oh my god, Pops is gonna kill us."

Marco dropped to his knees by the bed, panic etched into every sharp line of his face. "Y/N, please, listen! It's me! You—you always called me 'birdbrain'! Remember? And Ace—he's the loud one! You always yell at him!-yoi"

You gave a tiny, skeptical squint at Ace. "He does look like he yells a lot," you mumbled thoughtfully.

Ace put a hand over his heart, wounded. "Hey!"

"Y/N..." Marco reached for your hand, his own trembling. "Please tell me you're joking."

You pulled your hand away, shrinking back against the pillows dramatically. "S-sir!, I don't even know you! Why are you touching me?!"

Ace looked between you and Marco, starting to sweat buckets. "She really doesn't remember us?! Oh my god—I'm not ready to raise someone! I can barely keep my plants alive!"

Marco paled. "Ace, this isn't about raising—"

"We'll have to teach her everything again!" Ace wailed. "How to walk! How to talk! Oh no—do you even remember how to eat?"

You blinked at him, deadpan. "I don't know... can you show me?"

Ace immediately picked up a banana from a nearby fruit basket and started dramatically demonstrating how to eat it, like some crazed tutorial video.

"First you PEEL it," he said loudly, yanking the peel down and waving it in your face. "Then you put the FOOD PART in your MOUTH—"

"Enough!" Marco barked, his voice cracking with desperation.

He turned back to you, gripping the edge of the mattress. His eyes were so blue and so full of heartbreak that you nearly cracked right there.

"Y/N..." he whispered, voice raw. "Even if you don't remember me... I'll stay with you. I'll protect you until you remember. I swear it."

Your throat tightened.

You stared at him for a long, tense moment.

Then you cracked a wicked smile.

"...Dumbass," you wheezed, voice croaky but full of teasing mischief. "Of course I remember you, pineapple head!"

The silence was so thick you could hear a pin drop.

Ace's banana hit the floor.

Marco stared at you, eyes wide, processing... and then, "WHAT?!"

You burst into a fit of raspy laughter, clutching your sides painfully. "Oh my god, the LOOK on your face—!" you cackled, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

"You little—!" Marco sputtered, half lunging at you and half hugging you at the same time.

"You should've seen yourselves!" you wheezed. "Ace was about to teach me how to chew!"

Ace pointed an accusing finger at you. "You gave me a heart attack, Y/N! I was ready to start teaching you object permanence!"

Marco collapsed onto the side of the bed, groaning into your blanket. "I can't believe you did that-yoi. I was ready to—!" His voice broke again.

You smiled softer now, reaching out and brushing his messy blond hair back from his face. "I'm sorry, Marco... couldn't resist. You were just too easy."

He lifted his head, cheeks flushed slightly, a trembling smile forming. "You're the worst," he said hoarsely, voice thick with relief.

"And you love me for it," you teased.

"...Yeah," he whispered back, no hesitation at all.

You blinked.

Your heart fluttered.

Ace, oblivious as usual, was still dramatically re-enacting how he was going to "re-educate" you with flashcards and alphabet songs in the background. You and Marco stared at each other, soft and quiet amidst the chaos, and for a moment, the world was right again.

You were safe. You were alive. You were home.

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Later, once the fuss had died down (and Ace had finally been dragged off to sleep), you found yourself summoned to Whitebeard’s quarters.

The old man sat on his throne-like chair, the steady pulse of his IV a soft, constant background noise.

"You fought well, little one," Whitebeard said, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. His gaze was heavy, serious. "But you were lucky."

You nodded, bowing your head respectfully.

"Teach..." you began.

Whitebeard’s eyes narrowed.

"He was after that fruit," you said grimly. "It wasn’t random. He knew what it was. And if he went so far as to attack Thatch, his own crewmate..." You shook your head. "He's dangerous. More dangerous than we realized."

Whitebeard grunted, the sound low and displeased.

"A traitor among my sons," he murmured, anger flashing in his gaze. "We will hunt him down."

You hesitated. "He has the Yami Yami no Mi now. I don't know much about it, but I saw enough. That fruit... it's not normal. His power—"

"—Will be immense," Whitebeard finished.

You nodded grimly.

There was a long silence.

"You did well protecting your brother," Whitebeard said at last, his expression softening. "Rest now. Heal. We have a long road ahead."

You bowed again and left, heart heavy but determined.

When you returned to the infirmary, Marco was there, perched like a golden phoenix on the edge of the bed.

He looked up, immediately easing when he saw you.

"Hey, yoi," he said softly.

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you limped over and, without asking, slid onto the bed beside him.

Marco froze, startled — and then melted, wrapping an arm carefully around your shoulders so you didn’t jostle your injuries.

For a while, you just lay there, breathing together.

Finally, you spoke, voice quiet against his chest.

"Thank you."

He tilted his head down, puzzled. "For what-yoi?"

"For staying," you murmured. "For talking to me even when I couldn’t answer. For calling me back."

Marco’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"You heard me?" he whispered.

"Every word," you said, smiling faintly. "Even when I was somewhere dark... you were there."

Marco closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours.

"You scared me so bad," he whispered, voice raw. "I thought I'd lost you-yoi"

"You didn’t," you promised.

He kissed your forehead, the gentlest brush of lips, barely a touch.

"I’m not going anywhere," you said.

Marco smiled — a real one, full of love and hope and lingering fear.

"Good," he said, pulling you closer. "Because I’m not letting you out of my sight-yoi."

You chuckled softly, your heart full despite the pain.

"Guess you're stuck with me," you teased.

"Wouldn’t have it any other way," Marco said against your hair.

And for the first time since everything had gone to hell, you felt truly safe.

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Can u do Kyle eric and Kenny with a playful reader like they like to play fight and just fluster them, also how they would tease u back😭

My writers block is beating me over the head with a ripping plastic walmart bag full of bricks, and hcs are my saving grace

thank you for this 😭

💚Kyle!💚

💚The funnest to play around with. Out of the m4 will be the easiest to rile up and tease

💚When you first showed that playful side to him he honestly wasn't sure how to react- does he play along? let you jokingly hit him? He comes off a little awkward but it's pretty cute

💚It took Stan practically beating it into his head that you were flirting with him. It took longer than Kyle would like to admit for his friend to walk him through the thought process that what you were doing was a form of flirting, but once he got with the program it was all he could think about the entire night

💚Little did he know you had decided to up the ante, and the next time those playful nudges started to get a little more intense you took him even more by surprise. With the feel of you jumping onto his back he froze for a split second, brain short circuiting. Even with those arms nearly choking him he couldn't find anything to dislike about the position and quickly regained himself, hooking your legs into his arms to better hold you.

💚You chose not to point out how silent he was after putting you down, nor did you tease him that time about the red hue on his cheeks. Poor guy deserved a small break...for now.

💚It took a while but eventually he greatly looked forward to those little play fights of yours, fond smiles and friendly eye rolls at your antics. He very much cherished those little bits of contact, more so than he'd ever verbally admit. But a small part of him ached to return the favor

💚Despite his little serious attitude he tries to convey, the façade that he is just so much more mature than his peers, he can give back just as well

💚You had been being a bit of a brat that day, claiming that he really wasn't as strong as you were- with anyone else it'd be a little annoying but that little smirk you wore only made him giddy. "You just think you're tough because you're tall, but that doesn't intimidate me! You're just- Kyle?" Without any warning his arm was up and by your head and his body was close, caging you to a nearby wall.

💚He didn't know why this is what spurned him on. Maybe it was the way you kept bumping shoulders with him or that damned smirk, but either way he received a lovely reward in the form of a pretty flush and wide eyes. For once those lips of yours didn't have a little quip, only opened slightly in shock.

"You seem at least a little intimidated." He whispered, the side of his mouth curling up.

"Asshole!" Laughter bubbling forth after you lightly smacked his chest and stalked off, he thought in his mind that he ought to play along like that far more often.

❤️Eric!❤️

❤️Eric is king of playfighting, he's just a little rough with it. Fair warning.

❤️Bump him in the hallway? Expect to nearly be thrown to the floor after he hip checks you, sparing a cheeky glance as he passes you by. Try to be annoying with childish arguments? Oh honey...he's way worse and will not break character.

❤️This behavior is a natural part of him, something he does with those he likes and even those he doesn't. With you however he almost finds that he seeks out those moments, trying to create those moments any time you're nearby

❤️Normally with others Eric got to be too much, and granted he was aware he took things too far most of the time. When you showed no signs avoiding him he had been confused. Wary even. But he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, at this point his interactions with you were his absolute favorite

❤️You were far more physical than he would've expected. You had no issue getting close and personal with him and roughly pushing his large form. He'd be pissed if it wasn't so cute how hard you tried to knock him down, and it seemed you enjoyed it! That small smile quickly turned to laughter as you realized how sturdy he actually was

❤️When he had invited you over to play some racing game he knew just what he was doing- racing games were a sure fire way to induce some sort of petty argument and he was ready. What he wasn't ready for was for you to practically tackle him onto the couch, plopping your ass on top of him triumphantly like you just climbed a mountain.

❤️"You can cheat all you want Cartman but I'll always come out on top...are you blushing!?" Sure enough his cheeks felt warm and a tingle of shame started to climb it's way to his mind. Before it could though, you just giggled and gave him a fond grin. You weren't making fun of him...you were flirting. Oh. He could play at that game. How hard could it be?

❤️With a small shriek you found yourself thrown off onto the other side of the couch, Eric looming over top. Instinctively your hands came up to his chest, or...at least they would if his hands weren't holding your wrists flush against the cushions. From this angle he was actually...kind of pretty, and from how close he was you got a good look at those intense eyes of his.

"I don't blush, but you sure as hell do, loser."

🧡Kenny!🧡

🧡Kenny is where we are going to mix it up a bit. I will always see him as a flirt- now his success with said flirting is debatable. I think girls find it funny, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's getting numbers left and right.

🧡Playfighting is just another language in the world of flirtations, and he is down for it. Unfortunately most of the people he tried it with tired of it pretty quickly. When you seemed to actually like it and keep it going, he thought he hit the jackpot!

🧡He did it all, the playfighting, the playful pushing, picking you up and swinging you around, all of it. It was fun and casual, and it soon was a normal part of your routine with one another

🧡Kenny noticed things about the people in his life, like the microscopic changes in their facial expressions or the ticks and habits they had that they never realized they did. He liked knowing when something was up, so when you started acting a little differently he started paying closer attention.

🧡You had started getting a lot more flustered when you two were together. Every touch was now met with your titters and nervous smiles. It had worried him for a moment, but the devil on his shoulder had begun to speak to him

🧡Kenny pushed those boundaries a bit, letting his hands linger a little longer as well as allowing himself to invade your space more often. He loved giving you scares when you were very focused on something, coming up from behind and lightly jostling you. This time however, he placed his face directly next to yours, using the 'sexiest' voice he could muster to let you know he was there. Turning your head you found his lips only centimeters from your own, heat blooming in your chest so quickly you though you might die on the spot.

🧡You knew he knew from the shit eating grin he wore. And from that moment you decided that it was about time to wipe it from that handsome face of his.

🧡It took a little planning, but things went swimmingly. Karen was happy to provide you with what you needed and some of the girls were great with giving you ideas on the matter. Inviting Kenny over was the easiest part though, he always took the chance to see you.

🧡Walking into your house he was surprised to not find you anywhere at all. Not greeting him at the entrance, not hiding in the kitchen, nothing. As he made his way through the house he tried to keep his worry pushed down, checking every room he passed. As he reached for the doorknob of what he knew to be the bathroom, the closet across the hall burst open, drawing a yell from the blond.

🧡You didn't stop at the door, trapping him against the bathroom door with both arms and your face tipped up to show an absolutely delighted smile at spooking the poor boy. Kenny was already trying to keep his heart in his chest, but to see that little look on your face along with...was that his fucking shirt? Oh...oh he was in trouble. He stayed silent as he gaped wide eyed at you.

"What's wrong Ken? Cat got your tongue?"

[timberiswooding]

“Da-da-da…” Ruin sung to himself, tightening the bolts of the generator.

And… Done! Ruin took a step back, lowering the hand, which was gripping the tool, down to his side. Hah! And Eclipse said he couldn't finish it in a day. Ruin smiled a little at his work. Work, mechanical engineering… It's one of his best abilities, other than acting.

“... Hello?” A voice called from behind him. Monty? He figured she must be looking for something.

“Yes, Monty? Are you looking for Ballora?” Ruin asked, not facing Monty just yet, as he'd open the tool box to place his tools away.

“No. Lookin’ for Eclipse..” Monty's voice responded.

“Eclipse is in the theater, Monty,” Ruin replied.

“... No, not him. I'm lookin' for another..”

“Well I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean by tha-” Ruin paused as he turned around. He wasn't sure whether to panic, or react differently. There, in front of him, was a broken Monty. Was this the one from Eclipse's original dimension, or-?

“Ah.. You aren't this dimension's Monty.”

“No, ‘m not..” The Monty stepped forward, tilting his head.

“Is there something I can assist you with?”

“... Eclipse.?”

“I'm - Afraid I don't know what you mean?”

“Some uh– Okay.. This'll sound weird,” Monty said, before continuing. “But some guy told me this was where I could find my Eclipse. You used to be an Eclipse, he said?”

“Well- … Yes, I suppose I was?” Ruin said after a moment. “However my name is Ruin. Could you, perhaps, explain a bit more?”

Monty locked eyes with Ruin. “Eclipse..” He paused. Maybe he'll.. Understand if he said something else? “Two for the price of one...?”

It took a moment, but you could see the gears clicking in place as Ruin figured it out. His eyes widened slightly, as he froze. “P.. Pardon-?..” He stared into the gator's eyes.

“Hey… ‘Clipse..” He said, taking another step closer.

“Mo-.. Monty?” Ruin stepped closer a second, though hesitating. “Monty…?” His voice trembled, staring at the one he'd loved.

“Ah. Hey..”

“I-I.. I don't u.. understand..? How–” Ruin's voice shook, his metallic heart straining. Is this real…?

“I uh.. Can ‘xplain some stuff later..? Do you..” Monty trailed off.

They stood there, eyes locking. Then, Monty stretched his arms apart a slither, offering a hug. Ruin hesitated, but only for a moment, and took it almost immediately.

Engulfed in the hug, Ruin snuggled closer to his lover, holding tight. Monty had his arms wrapped around his Eclipse tightly, resting his head on Ruin's, nuzzling him with his snout. He wasn't going to let go. Not now.

Ruin couldn't control the tears streaming down his face, nor how his metal heart ached badly, finally feeling the comfort of his lover's arms once more. “Monty…” He whispered quietly, as a gentle hand was brought up to his rays, and silently stroked them carefully.

“...I love you, too…” Monty whispered back, one arm around Ruin’s back, the other around his shoulder. He nuzzled his beloved a bit more. He didn't speak another word, as Ruin nuzzled closer against his chest.

…..

Sure, they may both need to talk soon, but that can be later. For now… They want to stay in their beloved's arms, for the first time in many years… Talking can wait... They were together once more.

Enjoy your angst..

:)

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THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I'VE SEEN YOUR WRITING AND IT HARMS ME!!!!!! IT'S WONDERFUL!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Future

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes (a hint of Stucky x reader)

Summary: Follow on from The Dream and The Return. 513 got home. 616 completed her mission but what about our reader? And why is it their children?

Warnings: Multiverse travel (if that's a warning???), fertility issues, magic.

Trope: Friends to lovers, idiots in love, brooding and not sharing how they really feel.

"They'll be another threat. Bigger than Thanos, bigger than anything any of us have faced."

"But it won't be us that faces it will it?" Wanda asked knowingly.

"Who then?" Steve asked.

"Our children."

"Hang on, so you're saying it's our kids?" Asked Steve.

"It looks that way." Tony said pouring himself another drink.

"You're saying OUR children, some of us here can't do that." Bruce replied, as him and Nat reached for each other.

"Do you mean all of us?" Wanda asked, her voice inquisitive. Neither Stark or Strange answered. You watched as Vision squeezed her shoulder softly, as she looked up at him full of hope. Nat and Bruce were tearful. Sam frowned and ran his hand down his face. You glanced at Steve and Bucky to find their jaws set hard.

"Well?" You asked. Stephen and Tony exchanged a look but said nothing, Tony took poured another drink. At that point the calm Y/N disappeared and the one hostiles met on the battlefield made an appearance. You stormed over to Tony grabbed his drink from his hand and smashed it against the wall. You swiped the top of the drinks cabinet, sending the bottles and glasses that sat on top of it to the floor. The cabinet itself soon following it. You turned to Tony who held his hands up in surrender, Stephen Strange on the other hand, had other ideas and opened a portal straight back to Bleecker Street.

"That's my cue to leave."

You acted quickly and used your powers to push the energy from the portal into Strange, closing it and sending him across the kitchen. He landed in a heap.

"I didn't know you could do that." He muttered.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Strange." You replied as you strode over. "And just like the big guy, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

You were about to pick him up again when Wanda appeared at your side. She squeezed your hand and gave you a knowing smirk. She raised her hands and started to use her powers as you mimicked her actions. Her red mist began to mix with your blue energy and you slowly sent it towards Stephen, like a snake seeking out his prey. The colour seemed to drain from his face and he held his hands up.

"No more riddles Doctor." Wanda told him, her accent thick. "You know of our future, of what will happen to our children. That doesn't seem fair. Talk or we'll make you."

"And if they don't, I will." Came Natasha's voice as she appeared at your other side. "And it'll hurt just as much, just in a different way."

"You know some people would call this bullying." Tony quipped.

"Man, shut the hell up and drink some coffee." Sam replied.

"Fine, but this on you. If the TVA turn up again...." Strange told you.

"If the TVA turn up again I'll speak to them myself. I have plenty to say about them making Y/N think I'd sleep with Sharon." Steve answered, as he moved around you to pull Stephen to his feet. He pulled him up but gripped him harshly and whispered through gritted teeth. "Don't think I'm gonna let you leave here without fully explaining what's happening to our kids. You lie so much as once and I'll let those three at you, got it?"

Stephen nodded.

"Perhaps we should go down to a meeting room." Vision suggested.

"No." Steve ordered. "We'll do it here, less chance of anyone trying to slip away."

"I didn't try to leave." Tony pointed out.

"No but you're a drunk again. Well done." Nat quipped knocking him into the couch.

"I'll make coffees." Sam said.

A few minutes later you were all sitting on the couch, steaming coffees on the table that the large u-shaped sectional surrounded. Bucky had thrown a blanket over your legs and placed his hand in yours. Steve, who sat forward at your other side, spoke first.

"Let's try this again. I want the full story. No riddles, no half-assed tales."

"Maybe they should recap first, make sure it's the truth." Bucky added, squeezing your hand.

"What Tony said is true. I did connect Y/N consciousness to that of 513 and 616. To her it would seem like a dream within a dream. There was a slight side issue in that the two of you were also connected."

"How did that even happen?" Asked Bruce.

"The three of them share a deep connection, something that they haven't explored yet, but it is there, deep routed in their conscious and subconscious state."

Steve glanced back at you and Bucky. The latter looked straight back at him, and then down at your hands entwined, the spot were your eyes were fixed to. You let out a shuddered breath and looked up at Stephen.

"So 513 finds her way back?"

"Hopefully, yes."

"She was missing in action. 616, the team she was with didn't think 513 was there, why?"

"The snippets of the universe they saw, well, you weren't there. They didn't see you."

"But I told them to stop, well, 616 she told them to stop. Why? What were they doing?"

"They were looking at other options."

"Other options?" Steve asked.

"The TVA, well, their agent made mistakes and 513 Y/N shouldn't have been missing as long as she had. It caused a branch and the team was slowly starting to fall apart, and their universe wouldn't have been far behind. Their version of Tony and I discovered the multiverse, and saw that you aren't together here, and in 616, so they thought they'd fill the gap with another version of you."

"They were going to take her?" Steve asks. Stephen nodded.

"The TVA were tracking what was going on as they tried to get a handle on what their Agent had done. They thought the best thing to do was to tell us and 616, sending the other you in."

"Why her and not me?" You asked.

"They have a better working relationship with Hank Pym."

Tony scoffed. The team nodded in understanding.

"Well, that explains it." Steve answered sarcastically, before running his hand down his face and sitting back further on the couch.

"But why didn't they just go themselves? Why didn't the TVA just go there and tell them off themselves." You asked. Stephen didn't answer immediately.

"They already did, didn't they." Wanda replied. "But you are the same in every universe, you don't listen."

"So they sent our girl because it'd shake 'em?" Sam asked.

"Well if someone's missing in action, presumed dead and they suddenly show up, or you think they do, it's gonna leave anyone rattled." Nat added.

"So, 513 finds her way back or they find her. What about 616?" You asked.

"Their branch seems to have been snipped." Strange responded.

"So, she told them then? How she felt? After Steve, well me there, had told her too." Steve asked.

"I can't say exactly, but on the device they gave us, everything seems to be on track."

"Device?" Steve asked. Bucky huffed.

"You're still keeping things from us." He mumbled.

You stood abruptly and wandered over to one of the windows. Bucky went to follow but Steve but out his arm to stop him.

"Give her a second."

"Why us?" You asked. "Why me? Why's it so damn important?"

"Have I not been clear?" Stephen replied.

"Not particularly." Nat pointed out, as she sipped at her coffee.

"You're saying it's me, but why me? Why not Sharon or another agent or someone else enhanced even? Why me? I don't see why I'm so important, because I'm not. Not in the grand scheme of things."

Steve and Bucky both went to interject but were stopped by Tony's quiet words.

"You went for the head."

"What? What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Thanos." Vision replied. "That's the second time you've mentioned them going for the head."

"It was Y/N that shouted it right?" Sam asked. "I remember hearing it on the comms."

"And those that didn't?" Bucky asked.

"Their universes take a different path, some which they may never recover from." Stephen told you.

"Y/N." Wanda said softly. "How did you know to take his head?"

"Something about the energy from the gauntlet. He had the Time Stone. If we didn't stop him he could just try over and over again. If we took his arm he could use the other or get one of his minions to do it. It was best to just kill the bastard." You paused momentarily. "When I see energy, when I feel it, I can tell who's good or bad. What's dark and what's light. That day, the day of the battle in Wakanda, I only knew Natasha, but I could see how you cared for one another, how fierce and determined you all were, how much you loved each other. With him it was nothing but darkness, nothing but anger and hatred for everything and everyone. Each one of us carries something dark, whether we want to admit it or not, but he was nothing but pure evil. The Mad Titan is too kind a title, even the devil himself doesn't have a space for someone like that. It was better that we killed him." You paused briefly again. "Why us? Why do we get to know all this? Why not tell the other universes? Why our children?"

"There is something in every universe that makes us different." Vision told you all. "But there are also elements that make us the same. From what Stephen and Tony are saying, the relationships are the common and connecting factor. Our behaviours differ, our actions, or the other versions of us. It's why some didn't fair well against Thanos and we did. It's not just OUR children is it?"

Stephen shook his head.

"It's our children in every universe. The relationships are important in this because of the children born from them. The TVA's visit proves that. We have to be together in every universe, because there are multiple to protect. Multiple universes. Multiple options." Vision continued.

"Multiple teams." Steve said quietly.

"And the best to lead them is the strongest in the multiverse." Stephen said.

"And that's us, well our kids, why? Because we beat Thanos?" Steve asked.

"Because we'll prepare them. That's it isn't it? It's not just Thanos. You're telling us to prep them, because in the dream the others didn't know. The other me was just telling them to stop messing around with the multiverse." You said.

"I don't want my kids turning into killing machines. I don't want them going through what I did." Bucky told you.

"Well, we have no choice." Tony said.

"I don't want them turning into that!!" Bucky snapped.

"Bucky. This is much more real for Tony then it is for any of us right now." You told him.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked. Still at the window, you glanced back at Tony, who turned to return your gaze.

"You know?"

"I do."

"Who else?"

"I do." Wanda added.

"So do I." Nat added. "And it wasn't from Pepper before you go complaining Stark. These two can tell with their powers. I held her hair back last week when she threw up."

"Pepper's pregnant?" Bruce asked.

Tony nodded.

"Then the process has begun." Stephen said.

"This isn't a war plan Strange! It's not a strategy!! This is our lives! Our children's lives. So what? We pump out a dozen kids between us and send them into battle in twenty or thirty years? Where are we in this? What the fuck are we doing? Making them lunch? Cutting up oranges for half time? Throwing out water bottles?" You snapped.

"It's unlikely in this line of work that any kids, that any of us had, however we have them, wouldn't just walk around untrained though right?" Bruce pointed out.

"How so?" Steve asked.

"Well, I know for a fact that if Nat and I were somehow to have them, or if she was godparent to any of your kids, she'd be training them in self defence, and Bucky I know you don't like the idea of this but you'd do the same. If they've got powers, they have the girls. They want to fly with robot wings? Uncle Sam. Make an iron suit? Uncle Tony." Bruce continued.

"But where are we in all of this? I couldn't just let them go like that." You started to rant. "What, we just standby and watch them go and fight? Where are we? What are we doing in all this? Sure we'll be older but...."

"Y/N." Wanda interrupted, sensing you were starting to spiral, she stood and took a step towards you. The two of you had spoken about the chance of children. If it would be possible for her and Vision. How your children would be changed by your enhancements. How deep your feelings for Steve and Bucky run. If any of you would get a happy ending. She took another step but stopped abruptly and swayed. She grabbed at her head and let out a gasp, dropping to her knees. Vision was at her side in an instant. You and Nat moved towards her. She gasped again and grabbed for your hand.

A vision flashed before your eyes. Whatever Wanda could see, you could now see it too. You'd practiced combining your powers before but nothing like this.

Whatever you were seeing and wherever you were, it was dark. Like you were standing in the middle of a galaxy with very few stars. You were stood in front of a row of portals, similar to those Strange and Wong could create but also somehow different. On the other side of the portals were lines and lines of troops. Steve stood talking to them pointing at the portals and giving orders. Catching sight of their uniforms you see they are mix of international Special Forces. They nod in understanding and stand weapons drawn, ready for a fight. Steve turns towards you and steps through the portal. He's older, and his hair is scattered with grey. His beard has returned and also shows his signs of aging, along with the lines around his eyes that still sparkle blue. You turn and look for Bucky but instead spot Wanda a few metres away. She's talking to someone.

A young man, no more than his mid-twenties, with dark hair and Wanda's eyes. Wanda's cupping his face with her hands and he hugs her tightly.

"This is our fight Mom, you have to let us do this."

She speaks to him in Sokovian, telling him to remember everything he's learnt and to come back to her. There are other people milling around some you recognise as your friends and found family, and some you don't, but they somehow feel familiar. Bruce is talking to someone who's a younger and smaller version of the green side of him. Nat's talking to two women, one blonde and one brunette. They are not as young as the others but they are younger than you, and it feels oddly like you know them. Sam is talking to a young woman with his smile. There's a woman in a suit that's a more updated version of Tony's. She's hundred percent his daughter, but there's no sign of Tony.

When Steve reaches you he slips an arm around your waist and kisses you head as you lean into him.

"Buck still prepping the kids?"

You follow his line of sight and look over your shoulder and further into the darkness and see Bucky. His hair is longer again and flicked with grey, as is his beard. You watch as he talks firmly to the group in front of him. They nod in return. They're a mix of four young men and a young woman. They look close in age and two of the boys and the girl looking like a combination of you and Steve, with the remaining very much you and Bucky. They look towards you then and one who you'd guess is the oldest, and the image of a younger Steve Rogers looks right at you.

"Stay there ma, and listen to the old man." He says nodding at Steve.

Steve scoffs and mutters something to you about kicking his ass. There's an explosion in the distance and those near you rush to take their positions. Bucky and Steve usher you to cover the portals as you look back at your children and the children of your friends as they run towards the fight. Some run and some fly, and you feel the pull of anxiety in your chest. You catch sight of the other versions of yourself, the others and their children as they take their positions.

Once in position Steve's voice rings out.

"Hold the line!!!"

You look up and see who you now know as Wanda's son, looking back at you he nods and mouths.

"You hold the line."

Then you hear your son's voice.

"Avengers!!!"

At that moment you're thrown backwards out of the vision and back to the others, where you find you and Wanda are still holding hands, heaped together on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Steve asks, his arms around you.

"My son." Wanda replied, voice wrecked with emotion. Vision held her tightly.

"Sweetheart?" "Doll?" Steve and Bucky said simultaneously.

"We hold the line." You said in a whisper, that only Bucky and Steve could hear.

"What did she say?" Nat asked, concerned by what she'd just witnessed.

Steve pulled you into his lap, as you and Wanda finally released hands. Bucky moved quickly, grabbing the blanket you'd left on the couch and wrapping you in it.

"We hold the line, that's what we do, we hold the line."

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

[winteringdream]

JEALOUSY ! ──── lee riwoo

✩ ⋅ pairing. lee riwoo x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, angst if u squint, university au ✩ ⋅ warnings. alcohol intake ✩ ⋅ wc. 1338

You met Riwoo completely by mistake.

It happened at the university gym, just outside the changing rooms. You stuck your key into the lock, opened the small door, and immediately froze. Your school bag, the one with the cute charms dangling off the zipper, the tiny plushie your friend got you was gone.

Your stomach dropped. These definitely weren’t your clothes.  

You were about to march straight to the front desk when someone behind you cleared their throat. “Uh… I think you’ve got the wrong locker.”

You turned around, and there he was. A towel slung over his shoulder, hair damp from a shower, and an awkward smile. He held up an identical key and gestured to the locker you had just opened. “I think that’s mine.”

Turns out, the gym had bought a bunch of cheap locks from the same factory and the same keys could open many other locks. His bag was right where it was supposed to be and so was yours, one row down.

“Nice charms, though,” he said with a smile as you swapped lockers. “Very you.”

You’d never seen him before. But after that, he seemed to be at the gym every time you were there.

At first, the two of you only smiled at each other when you saw him. But your friendship slowly developed into casual conversation every now and then. 

“I swear I’ve never seen you at the café before,” you laugh, squinting at him to see if he’s joking. “Are you sure you work there?”

Riwoo chuckles, leaning back against the bench. “I really do. Been working there since December, I swear.”

“Seriously? I go there, like, every week.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Guess I’m just unmemorable, huh?”

You scratch the back of your neck, suddenly a little sheepish. “Or I’m just really bad at paying attention.”

“Well,” he says, “how about this. I’ll gift you a free drink of your choice, if you come with me to Sungho’s party.”

“Wait, now I’m getting a little suspicious. Who is Sungho and why do I have to tag along with you?” 

Riwoo lets out a laugh. “Relax. Sungho’s just a friend. He’s throwing this party, and I might’ve told him I was bringing someone cool so I wouldn’t have to stand around awkwardly sipping soda all night.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And I’m the cool person in this scenario?”

“Maybe.” 

You try not to smile, but fail. “Okay, deal. How good are you at making a latte?”   

He shrugs, but there’s also a small smile on his face. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.” 

And now you’re here. Standing in the midst of a crowded party with Riwoo beside you. He looks completely out of place, fumbling with the plastic cup in his hands. 

Then, suddenly, a small group of girls approaches. You recognize them, they'd been watching him for a while now, whispering, laughing too loudly. Of course they’re interested. How could anyone not be interested in Riwoo?

You hate to admit it, but in the short time that you had known him, you had grown to like him a lot. He is handsome, witty and a gentleman without even knowing it. The kind of person who holds the door without thinking, who listens and remembers everything you say.

“What’s your name?” One of the girls asks, the smile on her face sweet and flirty. 

Riwoo is slightly caught off guard, but it doesn’t show on his face. Only you can see how he’s caught off guard. 

“Riwoo,” he says simply, his voice barely louder than the music in the room.

The girls giggle, one of them brushing her hair behind her ear a little too slowly. You watch them talk, not wanting to leave his side. You tell yourself it’s nothing. He’s not yours. He’s just your friend.

But still, you’re jealous. 

“You’re not from around here, are you?” another girl asks, her eyes practically glittering under the colored lights.

“Is it that obvious?” Riwoo chuckles. 

They laugh again, and it rings in your ears even after they’ve stopped laughing. You're still smiling, but your fingers tighten slightly around your own drink. You look away, trying to find some distraction to your jealousy. 

You turn away and walk towards the crowd, pretending to open your phone and text someone when in reality you’re just looking at the weather app. It’s easier than standing there, pretending not to feel the ache in your chest.

You don’t stop walking until the flirting and small talk fade away. 

The kitchen is quieter and also the only place that is lit by a lamp. Someone’s standing in the corner, but you ignore it. You take a deep breath in. 

It's stupid. You barely know him, but that doesn't stop the feeling of jealousy.

You pour yourself a glass of some random bottle that’s in front of you and take a sip of it. It burns a little, sharper than you expected. Maybe if you get drunk enough you’ll forget all about the fact that you’re at a party of a stranger. And that Riwoo is flirting with some random girls. 

By the time you’ve emptied your second glass everything is hazy and spinning.

Your head tips back against the cabinet with a gentle thud. The ceiling spins slightly and you look at it to try and ground yourself. 

You giggle at how ridiculous you are. Hiding in the kitchen like a sore loser, your only friend here flirting with a group of girls. You wonder if he even noticed you left.

Maybe you should go back out there and have fun. Forget all about the stupid situation you’re in and drink all your thoughts away. Instead you sink slowly to the floor, the glass still in your hand, your head resting back against the cabinets. 

“Hey.”

Riwoo is standing in the doorway. He looks so out of place under the dim yellow kitchen, hair slightly messy, one hand still carrying that plastic cup, now almost empty.

He steps inside slowly, and stops until he’s just in front of you. You don’t look up to meet his eyes, instead you’re just staring at his knees. 

“You okay?” he asks.  

“Do I look okay?” You mumble with a crooked smile, eyes glassy.

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he sets his cup down on the counter and crouches in front of you, elbows resting on his knees as he tries to meet your gaze. 

“You disappeared,” he says. 

“Why’d you come find me?” you ask, as you finally look him in the eye. He smiles, although his face still clearly shows his concern. 

“Because I didn’t want to be out there if you weren’t.”

He reaches out slowly and carefully brushing your hair back. He doesn’t pull away after tucking the hair behind your ear, instead he uses the moment to take a good look at you.

His eyes search your face, tracing every part of it. 

“You’re drunk,” he says, causing you to stifle a laugh. 

You nod slowly. “You’re only realising now?”

You hold his gaze, your heartbeat suddenly loud in your chest. His hand drops down, but only so he can sit beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he slides down against the cabinet. 

“I didn’t like watching those girls talk to you,” you admit, the words falling out before you can stop them. You’re staring straight ahead now, afraid to meet his gaze after admitting your jealousy. What will he think of you now that you told him? 

Riwoo turns his head slightly, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Why not?”

“Because I think I like you,” you say, voice barely audible. The words once again tumbling out of your mouth before you can think of the consequences. You shouldn’t have drank that much alcohol.

“Good.”

You turn to look at him, startled. He’s already watching you, his expression different, like he’s genuinely happy. It startles you more than anything else tonight. 

“Because I think I like you too.”

[idontmindifuforgetme]

hi i wanted to ask, what is your curl routine? how many times a week you wash your hair, what products you use, and the technique you use to get your results

Hi keep in mind I have high density hair w medium to thick individual strands — what works for me might not work for you (also I switch out my products a lot)

Okay if your hair is as long and dense as mine…. Layers. No way out of them . I avoided them for the longest time but when I got them they were a game changer. But I do ask for long U shaped layers bc I do go straight frequently so I need it to look good straight too

you have to be using hair masks at least WEEKLY… non negotiable. There are two types of masks (hydrating ones and protein based ones), so find out what ur hair needs and start addressing it w hair masks. Also I have a heat bonnet at home so if I’m not feeling lazy I’ll put my hair up in the bonnet and chill for a couple of hours bc the heat opens up my follicles and helps them absorb the product. Biggest bang for ur buck

I clarify AND cleanse once a week (not brand specific — I use the redken ones rn but can’t justify the price tbh, shampoo and conditioner stay in ur hair for like two seconds so drugstore ones work just as fine)

I wash my hair 2 more times a week but I don’t clarify (this only works for me bc I have a lot of hair — if you have finer hair that’s not dense then this is not the move for you and will def damage ur hair… I wouldn’t want that for u)

I apply all products from root to tip, but concentrate gel midway down and mousse in roots

I go through a HIGH turnover of leave in conditioners tbh, but currently I use the love ur curls one. Youll know you’ve added enough when u twist a section and product starts oozing out

I’ve been skipping curl cream lately, but I shouldn’t honestly. I like the not your mother’s curl talk curl cream, but if you’re not on a budget then I heard good things ab the ouai one as well

im finishing up my love ur curls gel/mousse rn (it’s a two in one), but tbh ive seen ones that retail for like 5 dollars that are just as good. I also had a great experience w Ouidad climate control gel

I use the Denman brush method for max definition (when I have the time and patience lol — sometimes I’ll just scrunch and diffuse bc I cba). I section my hair (usually 3 sections), brush the product through the individual sections, apply tension w the denman, shake the hair out, and scrunch. I “mohawk” my roots, apply more mousse there, and repeat the same process

When I’m done I’ll spray on a lotttt of the IGK heat protectant and get to diffusing

you need to be hovering for a hot minute before you start flipping your curls around—that disrupts the curl formation

I recommend watching diffusing vids tbh bc describing it is hard… but basically I hover for a while, flip the roots in their opposite direction and diffuse there, and then I end it all w pixie diffusing (where you flip your hair upside down). Patience is keyyyy. Also pls don’t be scammed into buying those crazy expensive diffusers — I use the same blowdryer I’ve had since I was in middle school and I think my diffuser head was like $20 lol

Oil is like the only product that I think is worth splurging on — once my hair is completely dry, I scrunch out the crunch w the Olaplex oil

[formulaonecrumbs]

switching it up!! still pcos reader, maybe a race. except let’s go with alex albon or daniel ricciardo 🤭

-🧸

not today hormones ✋

Alex Albon x PCOS!reader

summary: reader experiencing a flare up while at track and alex naturally cheering her up.

warnings: pcos mention, chronic pain, alex and his sarcastic ass

A/N: AAHHHHH FINALLY. THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR. AN AELX REQUEST. i already wrote for daniel and have (surprisingly) NEVER written for albono so it was time. i feel that i don’t naturally write alex very well (or anyone except lando 😭) but i made him all silly and cute cuz that’s how i see him. imma make a more serious and helpful albono if u so please, all u gotta do is ask. anyways ENJOY, 🧸!!! LOVE U.

୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ

it starts with your alarm not going off.

which means you wake up twenty-five minutes later than planned, heart pounding, hair a mess, and your suitcase only halfway packed. your phone buzzes violently against the nightstand — a string of texts from alex, each one more worried than the last.

alex:

where r u

u ok??

do i need to come rescue u from a sleep coma again

he would, too. dramatic little menace.

you send him a quick “omw don’t panic” text and rush through the rest of your morning with exactly zero grace. makeup half-done. hair thrown up. you’re pretty sure you put two different socks on, but there’s no time to fix it. it’s either that or miss your flight to barcelona, and alex will absolutely never let you live that down.

by the time you make it to the paddock the next day, you’re sore, irritable, and bloated beyond belief. your body’s staging a full-on hormonal protest — classic pcos. your jeans feel tight. your skin’s breaking out. you’re half convinced your uterus is trying to punch its way out of your body, and to top it all off, someone hands you a media pass that says “alex’s girlfriend” like it’s a job title.

alex finds you slumped on a folding chair near the williams motorhome, sunglasses on, head tilted back like a dramatic victorian woman fainting on a chaise lounge.

“there she is,” he grins, crouching beside you. “my radiant queen of punctuality.”

you glare at him through your sunglasses. “don’t.”

“what?”

“i swear to god, if you say anything about how late i was or how my face looks like a tomato or how my jeans are cutting off circulation to my soul, i will throw myself into the nearest tyre wall.”

alex lifts his hands in surrender, a smile still playing at his lips. “i was just gonna say hi.”

you eye him suspiciously.

he nudges your knee with the back of his hand. “hi.”

“hi,” you mumble.

“you want to talk about it?” he asks, softer now, eyes scanning your face like he already knows the answer.

you shake your head. “just one of those days. hormone hurricane. pcos is being an asshole.”

he gives you a look — not pitying, not dramatic, just… warm. understanding. “is this the kind of hurricane that needs snacks or space?”

you consider that for a second. “both.”

he stands up immediately. “done. five minutes. trust the snack man.”

you watch him walk away, still wearing his fireproofs and a backwards cap that’s barely hanging on. a few fans wave at him and he waves back, never missing a beat. a kid shouts his name and he shouts back something about being cooler than lando today.

you sigh. leave it to alex albon to be charming even while sourcing snacks.

when he comes back, he’s balancing a water bottle, a banana, a chocolate croissant, and — for some reason — a small stuffed duck wearing a williams hat.

you raise an eyebrow.

“his name’s turbo,” alex says casually. “he’s our emotional support duck.”

“you stole that from the merch table, didn’t you?”

“it was a rescue mission.”

you snort and reach for the croissant. “thanks, honey.”

he plops down beside you on the bench, shoulder pressed into yours, like he’s casually shielding you from the chaos of the paddock.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he says. “your body’s doing its own weird olympics right now. least i can do is bring you carbs and emotional poultry.”

you laugh despite yourself, mouth full of pastry. “you make it sound so noble.”

“it is noble,” he insists. “besides, you put up with me during the off-season. now it’s my turn.”

you bump your head against his shoulder. “you’re annoying.”

“you love it.”

“unfortunately.”

by the time qualifying rolls around, you’re planted in the williams garage, headphones on, duck in lap, watching alex put in a solid session despite the heat. the engineers are buzzing, data flying everywhere, and you can’t help but feel proud — even if you’re still cramping and a little dead inside.

afterwards, he finds you again, towel around his neck, face flushed.

“p10,” he says, still catching his breath. “not bad, right?”

“you’re magic,” you grin.

“you’re biased.”

“always.”

he steals a sip of your water and gives turbo a high five. “how’s the uterus?”

“still raging,” you say. “but the croissant helped.”

“i’ll bring you another tomorrow.”

“turbo demands it.”

alex grins and tugs you up by the hand. “come on. let’s go annoy logan and pretend i’m not sweating like a swamp creature.”

you follow, hand still in his, thinking maybe today wasn’t so bad after all — bloated hormones, chaos and all.

୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ ୨ৎ

the moment you get back to the hotel, it hits you like a freight train.

the cramps.

the heat.

the way your bra strap feels like it’s trying to cut into your shoulder blade and your jeans feel like medieval torture. your back aches. your mood’s a mess. you think about crying for literally no reason — like, someone on the street smiled at you and you were like, why would you do that to me right now, and now you’re spiraling.

alex, ever the optimist, holds the door open to your room like you’re royalty.

you barely make it three steps inside before faceplanting onto the bed with a groan that sounds borderline inhuman.

“was it something i said?” he asks lightly, dropping his bag by the window.

“it’s everything,” you mumble into the pillow. “i hate my body. i hate my ovaries. i hate the entire concept of pants.”

“you know,” he says thoughtfully, “if i had a dollar for every time you declared war on pants, i’d probably be able to retire.”

you roll onto your back and glare at the ceiling. “don’t make me laugh. it hurts.”

alex tosses his hat onto the chair, then joins you on the bed with all the grace of someone who’s been in a race car all day and now feels it in every joint. he lets out his own old-man groan before leaning on one elbow and looking down at you with a little frown.

“alright,” he says. “emergency protocol time.”

“what does that even mean.”

“it means,” he says, already leaning down and kissing your forehead gently, “we’re implementing the albon healing system.”

you blink at him.

“patent pending,” he adds, and then — another kiss, this time to your temple. “one kiss for stress.”

you snort. “you made that up just now.”

“obviously. it’s a cutting-edge technique.” kiss. cheek. “this one’s for bloating.” kiss. your jaw. “this is for hormonal rage.” kiss. the tip of your nose. “and this one’s for the fact that i saw you nearly cry when the elevator doors closed too fast.”

“you saw that?”

“sweetheart,” he says, full of dramatic pity, “you whimpered.”

you bury your face in your hands, groaning again. “i hate it here.”

“you love it here.”

“i literally don’t.”

he leans in closer. “you love me, though.”

you peek at him through your fingers. “barely.”

“so rude,” he mutters, but he’s still smiling as he kisses your forehead again — this time lingering, warm and soft and maybe a little too sincere for a moment like this.

you blink. “was that one for anything in particular?”

he shrugs. “felt like it.”

you go quiet for a beat, just listening to the hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of someone laughing in the hallway. your body still aches — your cramps are making your lower back throb and you’re sure your skin is about to erupt into another breakout — but for the first time all day, it feels… manageable. less like you’re being punished by the universe and more like… okay. you’re okay.

alex rests his chin on your shoulder. “you know,” he says quietly, “you don’t have to pretend it’s not awful. i know it sucks. i see how much it takes out of you.”

you nod slowly. “i just feel gross. and ugly. and dramatic.”

“you’re none of those things,” he says, firm now. “you’re in pain. and your body’s going through hell. and you’re still here, joking about emotional support ducks and cheering me on and pretending to care about tyre compounds.”

you smile faintly. “i do care. mostly.”

“you’re amazing,” he says, with so much certainty it makes your throat tighten. “even when your hormones are trying to kill you.”

you shift closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. “thanks for the kisses.”

“anytime.” he presses one to the top of your head. “it’s a full-service treatment. comes with cuddles and optional forehead massages.”

“optional?” you ask, already tugging his hand toward your face. “i think you mean mandatory.”

he laughs, stretching out beside you. “fine, fine. i’ll just cancel my plans to be unconscious and rub your forehead for the next twenty minutes.”

“that’s what love is, albon.”

“i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

you close your eyes as his fingers move gently across your skin, his touch light but steady, and for the first time all day, your body starts to unclench — bit by bit, like it knows it’s safe.

and maybe you’re still bloated and irritable and vaguely on the verge of a meltdown, but alex is here. kissing it better.

and maybe that’s enough.

THE END :>

[mylazyreactions]

Can you make one where we change our minds about not liking the Welcome Home characters, and they forgive us pretty please? Cuz now u got me feeling bad they just wanted to be friends 😭

omg yes! the power of friendship!

Wally: He's so happy your not mad anymore! Look at his goofy face! Its just the most! He'll hang off your arm and tell you all about his day while showing you some new paintings he made of you. All is right in the world.

Barnaby: The second you scratch under his chin, its all over. Now accept the consequences of being angry at the pooch while he lounges across your lap and makes you listen to the worst comedy routine. Hey, keep scratching! He's just getting to the good part!

Julie: Oh shes positively Joyful when she hears your not mad anymore! She already came up with the perfect friendship collage to make with you, filling it with silly stickers you like and some pressed flowers. Now be prepared to be woken at the crack of dawn for the next week so you can make up for lost time.

Frank: Honestly its a huge weight off his shoulders, he's not used to being downright disliked. He invites you over for tea and tries to hash out any lingering issues. He even made your favorite, he remembered! Everything is Just So.

Eddie: Oh thank god, the waterworks have stopped now. You also got roped into helping him deliver mail by frank as a bonding activity. He still gets a bit anxious and over-reads your mood, but knowing you dont hate h im is a massive relief. Get air lifted for a hug!

Sally: Well of course you cant stay mad at her, she's stupendous! Really though, all her ego got deflated and she needs a second. She works on giving you some space, but you STILL going to be the star of her next play. Dont even think about ditching your recital.

Poppy: She was crying thinking you hated her. Now shes crying since you arent. You have a lot of baking sessions to make up for this. You knock on her door with something you made as a make-up gift, now your knitting in comfortable silence in her nest. Life is good.

Howdy: Another satisfied customer! He may try and laugh a 'bit' too hard at any jokes you tell him, but he means well. And he managed to find some ultra rare pieces he set aside just for the occasion! Congrats, your invited to the next Pillar Family meet-up. Wear your finest dancing shoes.

Home: They creak in delight when you come over for movie night. He makes sure the mood is just right and the popcorn is always full. Oh you brought him a new lawn ornament? Fantastic, please put it up immediately. Its his new favorite. Wally insists on teaching you how to speak to Home, hopefully it will help clear any lingering issues.

[irlnorthshaw]

supa strikas scenarios: LETS HIT THE STRIP CLUB 🪩🍸

was thinking abt what i should post on this blog and recently ive been on a rambling kick. whenever i obsess over a group-centric media, i ALWAYS think of random scenarios. so i will post more of these!! just lemme know if u guys enjoy it hehe 😎

despite the setting, none of the things i wrote are suggestive!!!

also disclaimer that due to the NATURE of this setting, dancing rasta and big bo wont be participating!!!

they win against cosmos and want to explore what vegas has to offer. BUUUT their captain and goalie is alr mentally checked out (smth abt “being too old for this”)

so where do they go? club maybe?? or the casino??? no. they all go to a strip club for the shits and giggles

VIP BOOTH. CHECK. BOTTLE SERVICE. CHECK. NOW TO HAVE FUN!!!

shakes would spend 10 minutes enjoying the vibe and music… and then pull out his switch to play games bc he cant be assed

he does get a lot of the dancers attention bc he’s “cute” and dont get me wrong. he is flattered and flustered

but also at one point he cant stand it when they keep nudging him for service, he goes: “LISTEN LADY I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!!”

cj is inspecting the place like he’s taking notes for his own club’s improvement but occasionally gets distracted. i mean hot ladies all around? who wouldnt be!

but most of the time he’s just relaxing with a drink in hand, chatting w the other guys while bopping to the music

tips well. respectfully

him and tiger?? huddled up together in the booth just judging other people’s lack of decorum

cj: five minutes and that guy’s getting thrown out

tiger checking his watch: im giving it three

tiger may be reserved but with good music and good drinks? he’s living it up!!!

treats it more like a regular club, so he tries his best to avoid any offers. he’s just there to enjoy time with friends

el matador… well. he might just hop on the stage and start stripping himself

they’d lose him in the crowd and somehow find him fighting w a dancer claiming he can do her job better— cue blok picking him up and dragging him away from the scene he caused

speaking of blok. everyone keeps mistaking him for a bouncer bc he’s just a silent, stiff brick wall. arms crossed and everything

when he’s offered something, he politely declines (they don’t understand brislovian but they get the hint)

spends most of the night trying to stop el matador

WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS KLAUS BOTTLE SERVICE? GIVE HIM WATER WITH EXTRA WATER. THAT MAN IS SOOOO NERVOUS AND OUT OF HIS ELEMENT

extremely apologetic, which the dancers find super endearing

klaus: “wow! you’re doing a great job, you should be very proud of yourself!”

this unfortunately makes him extremely susceptible to scams so he, for some reason, ends up buying the most expensive champagne (he doesnt even drink it)

north pretends he’s very chill but he’s soooo awkward and antsy buuut its nothing a couple shots cant solve

idk. he somehow ends up gathering a lot of dancers to… lore drop?? he goes on and on abt that one giant octopus story

he also goes on another tangent abt his himalayan crystal necklace… THEY ALL LOVE IT!!!

[princessaffirms]

GIRLIEEEE I LOVE YOUUUUU..YOU THE SWEETEST I SWEARRR✨💋💋💋

I'm that exam anon and u remember I texted u two days ago for all that subconscious thing n all.... After ur messages.... I swear something moved in me.... I decided to manifest 600+ marks for my mock test.... Now see two days ago I was scoring between 480-550....from two days... When I seriously took ur advice n implemented it.... I have scored 603 in one and 617 in second 😭😭❤💋💋

Just one more question.....can I manifest knowledge? Like automatically having the knowledge of a subject and able to solve everything from that correctly even if u haven't studied it ever before???

HI ANGEL!!! ₊˚⊹♡ first of all, OMG CONGRATULATIONS!!! ILYSM i’m literally so proud of you!

you decided, you assumed, you persisted, and you shifted to the reality where you HAVE that amazing grade!

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

now to your new question:

🕯️✨ can you manifest knowledge?

short answer: YES.

when you assume you have the knowledge, when you decide you understand the subject because this subject has ALWAYS been so easy for you, when you embody the version of you who “just gets it”, you start naturally thinking clearer, problem-solving faster, intuitively recalling information you didn’t even know you had absorbed.

revise that this subject has ALWAYS been effortless for you, and you’ve always been so successful at it, so OF COURSE it makes sense for you to do amazing now, because it’s NORMAL for you to do well!!

and it’s not just about saying affirmations once, it’s about embodying that identity consistently.

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

🕯️✨ my personal success story with manifesting knowledge and getting an A in “challenging” subjects

personally, i’ve manifested understanding concepts and knowing the right answers on tests for subjects that i used to view as “challenging”. even if i was on a “time crunch”, like the final exam being in 1 day, i would still affirm that i already understand everything effortlessly.

due to learned assumptions growing up (because when i think of a student who gets good grades, i think of someone who studies), i studied as part of embodying the version of myself who already thrived in that class.

BUT i didn’t overwork myself with cramming every single concept or practice question into my brain! i went over the topics and affirmed through doubts. and what happened? literally an A in the class.

i released the limiting belief that the class was inherently “difficult”, because it’s ever only as “difficult” as YOU allow it to be. so assume that it’s EASY! 🫶

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

🕯️✨ affirmations you can try:

⤷ “i am a GENIUS at this subject.”

⤷ “ i effortlessly know everything i need to know.”

⤷ “my mind understands and recalls everything perfectly.”

⤷ “solving problems correctly comes naturally to me.”

⤷ i just know it. i just get it.”

you’ll find yourself literally being guided. your mind will pull the right answers, your intuition will fill in blanks, your logic will sharpen in ways that make you feel like you always knew it.

because you assumed you did.

because you embodied the version of you who already does.

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

🕯️✨ “can i still manifest knowledge if i’ve never studied it before?”

YES, as long as you don’t hold the belief that studying = good grades.

like i mentioned earlier, i still study for the love of knowledge + the assumption that if i study, i inevitably am GUARANTEED to get good grades! but if that belief doesn’t align with you, and you can let that belief go, then according to the law, you can still assume:

⤷ “of course i know everything i need. i’m naturally equipped for this. it’s already within me.”

at the end of the day, you are consciousness. and consciousness contains all possibilities, all knowledge, all timelines.

you’re not pulling the answers out of nowhere — you’re tuning into the version of you who already knows them.

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

so YES. manifest that genius energy. embody that genius energy. when you think of a genius, what are they doing? how do they act? move as THAT VERSION OF YOU!! it’s yours already.

you are UNSTOPPABLE!! 🤍✨🥹

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

i hope this helped you angel! 🫶 wishing you all the best, you GOT THIS!

love and light! <3

[ysaefinn]

ok hi again

idk if it was ever brought up?? surely i’d have to scroll a bit but did we ever discuss how sugu began caring and babying / infantilizing reader? LOL i know that’s kind of blunt but i am curious.

i know he probably knew right away, like, “yup. that’s my baby” but was there a gradual process of coddling reader in that way? making them develop that mindset for him? i’m super interested in knowing what u think

-🧸

Hmm we didn't BUT it was to keep it interpretation friendly.

In the case of mommy!sugu he is already like that lmaoooo, the lines between mommy!suguru and any other suguru may appear blurry but the difference lies in how they treat you on a day to day basis (we'll get to do that some other time)

And about knowing right away, yes!! That is the first thing that came to my mind :D See, what would help your average Suguru awaken his motherly instincts is a first meeting in a situation where he feels like he needs to protect you, where you're in danger and bonus points if you reach out to him for help. So picture being followed down the street by a creep, or being harassed at a party and asking him to pretend to be your boyfriend. His womb starts screaming your name lmaoo. Comforting you after getting rid of the source of your anxiety counts as caretaking in his book (and mine) so congratulations you have earned baby status

Ofc it also depends on the reader as well!!! No matter how you behave he will find a loophole to coddle you, you work too hard? Oh you must be so tired let me hold you while you take a little power nap, you prefer staying home all day? Alright then honey you just relax while i make dinner then we can eat and I'll put you to sleep, you like to party? Let me come with you never know how dangerous things can get, you struggle with anxiety? Aw baby come here, you'll never have to stress when it's just you and i. So whether it's a gradual process or he just flips a switch the second you two decide to officially date depends on you and the impression you give him, one thing's for sure, and it's that he wants to be your caretaker, house husband provider and protector all in one.

Also the thing is................suguru is an attractive man 😭 he's charming and pretty AND just so eager to do things for you, he will easily get away with mothering you especially if you're not used to boyfriends caring this much, fussing this hard, and being this attentive.