#*sigh* I'm fineeee

[spotaus]

Ah, I'm in my 'everything I'm doing is wrong' week. I do believe it's the Female Hysteria. Trust me, I'm a doctor.

[dootznbootz]

I hate that I don't know what to call whatever the fuck is going on with how my Naiad water shit works in my lore.

"Magic" just doesn't sit right with me as it's something much more integral and "nature based" as they're like aquatic beings. "Water bending" feels cheesy and doesn't fit. Water Manipulation sounds almost "too scientific" and sterile. Hydromancy is still basically "Magic". like no words feel right for whatever the fuck water nymphs have going on in my lore >:(

[eizneckam]

[kenniesf1]

people we meet on vacation (pt. 3) | OP81

masterlist part 2

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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yn.jpg billy joel soundtrack to vienna!!!

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user54 they're back!!!!!! istg the only person less consistent than ynoscar is the hunger games official account

user55 bro... did you see the magno casting??

yn.jpg I DID I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE BILLY PORTER

user55 excuse me, i shan't be watching sotr bc i'm DEAD

charles_leclerc did you pray to niki lauda?

yn.jpg oscar did, religiously

charles_leclerc that's my son 🥹

lizzymcalpine my love 💞

yn.jpg meine leibe 💞

user19 somewhere in austria, oscar is tweaking tf out

user56 anywhere but the studio *sigh

lando WEINER schnitzel

yn.jpg this is why we ignore your messages sweetie

lilymhe yn come home, the kids miss youuu

yn.jpg you mean alex?

alex_albon no, stay away. when you're here, lily never hangs out with me

yn.jpg she knows her priorities 😏

oscarpiastri alexa, play "she's always a woman"

logansargeant 🤨

oscarpiastri it's billy joel, get out

user57 im gone

user58 can we make clones of op81 for everyone?

lewishamilton 💛

user59 who do YOU think you are?

user60 sir lewis hamilton, 7 world championship titles

user61 relax, yellow is for friendship

yn.jpg don't be putting hearts in my comment section when you won't let me babysit roscoe

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oscarpiastri Nearing the end of summer break, excited to be back on the track but sad to be leaving places like Vienna and people like Yn. Pretty place, pretty people, pretty Piastri?

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lando who let him get away with "pretty Piastri?"

yn.jpg guilty (but regretful)

user62 oscar looking fineeee

user63 my wdc 2025!

user64 i just know the comments will be full of people talking abt yn or whatever her name is

user1 he's not gonna choose you!!!! hope this helps!!!!

olliebearman steal any credit cards?

oscarpiastri no...?

kimi.antonelli wrong brunette to ask that

user65 y'all i'm a ynoscar fan but no one will love this man like lando does

user66 fr he's always commenting and liking within seconds lol

yn.jpg i didn't approve this layout

oscarpiastri i'm trying this new thing called independence

yn.jpg it doesn't suit you

yn.jpg and most things do, so it's just a testament to how you should stop 🤗

user67 she thought we wouldn't see that???

mclaren The track misses you too!

isackhadjar pretty piastri indeed

oscarpiastri thank you, isack, i really needed to hear that

user68 this man has hoes on hoes on hoes

georgerussell63 when do we play padel?

user69 why do all the f1 boys love padel? are they paid?

oscarpiastri play with lando and alex, you prefer them anyway 🙄

georgerussell63 i do but we need four people

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july 21st, 2025 - 7:33

Oscar and Yn had been on the train to Amsterdam for an hour now, but it had begun to feel like a lifetime the second they stepped on. Of course, Yn was blind to this, intrigued too much by the newest Miranda July novel to notice Oscar's confused eyes and unusual inability to sit still.

It had been roughly three days since he'd decided that he could only ever remain 'friends' with Yn, but the decision had yet to sink in. In his head, it was all perfectly clear. He'd gone through every scenario, and each ended with him losing her, the one person who he couldn't bare to lose. Why would he change paths if every one of them ran out of tracks?

His heart was the one stalling. Despite feeling the logic of his choice all the way down to his bone marrow, the increased thumping of his heart against his ribs whenever her perfume wafted through the air or whenever she laughed to herself was in disagreement. Even right now, in her oversized Snoopy shirt and messy hair and practically acrobatic sitting position, it beat, faster than usual.

"Can you pass the strawberries?" she asked, eyes still focused on the page. He smiled, widely, knowing she wouldn't see, and complied. A small nod was her curt way of saying thank you before digging into the fruits, clealry starving.

"You hungry?" Her eyes darted up immediately. Having known her for most of his life, Oscar was well aware of the little things he could do to get her to pay attention to him and not to whatever hyperfixation had caught her focus. His entire childhood consisted of pretending to fall so she'd stop crocheting and play with him.

"Starving, how could you tell?" she grinned, closing the book and sitting up. "Why are you smiling like that?" Oscar shrugged, unable to hide the smile playing on his lips.

"While you were sleeping in," he enunciated, slightly teasing, "I found that bakery you were dying to eat from." The excitement was quickly evident on her face.

"No way! I basically sold my soul trying to find that place, how'd you find it so quick?"

As he began digging through his bag, Oscar explained, "I found it when we got here, I just hid it from you."

"You dick!" Yn said.

"It's more fun this way," he replied, handing her a fancy paper bag full of pastries. "I like to surprise you."

Her eyebrows burrowed, "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

Yn shrugged, taking a huge bite into a seemingly delicious butter croissant, "Well, we've known each other for ages. I don't think there's much to surprise ourselves with."

"That's why it's nice," he told her, reaching over the table in their compartment for a croissant. She tilted it without even looking, hinting at just how well she knew him. "I've done everything with you. It might seem repetitive--I don't think it is--so I like to try to make it interesting. I don't want you to get bored."

She set the bag down. You know it's serious when Yn stops eating her breakfast.

"You think I'd get bored of you?"

It was Oscar's turn to shrug, "It's not a crazy thought, Yn. I'm away all the time. All we do is go on vacation. It wouldn't be insane if you wanted someone who was... I don't know, around? Or did more than sit with you on flights or share hotels with you."

"You've got to be the dumbest person alive, Piastri," she said, so calmly that it confused him. "You're the Formula 1 driver here. You've got everything. If anyone's getting bored, it's you."

"How could you say that?"

"You said it first."

"Yeah, well, I was trying to be open. Communicative. You know, that thing you always say is super important in relationships?" A beat followed. "Like, relationships as in friendships. This is a relationship because we're--"

"I know what you meant, Oscar," she said, arms crossing over her body. I said something wrong, he thought to himself, fuck. "I'm not getting bored of this friendship." Her eyes rolled at the word, and Oscar decided that was enough for the day. His stubborn heart would beat to the rhythm of her words for the rest of the week if he didn't cut it off right now. Friendship, she said, as though it was an insult to her. Maybe she wanted him to say best friendship? Oscar didn't know.

They sat in silence for five minutes, Yn back to her book and Oscar pretending to solve a sudoku. To the background of train tracks and distant chatter from other cabins, Yn quietly murmured, "I'm not getting bored, Oscar. This is forever for me."

He looked up. When their eyes met, he nodded slighly, "Good." She held his gaze for another second before forcing herself to look away.

What a friendship.

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julu 22nd, 2025 - 10:21

Yn hated arguing with Oscar more than she hated avocado (she really hated avocado). Not only was it painful to be yelled at (and to yell back at) a person whom she'd felt nothing but love and admiration for since kindergarten, it was impossible to take the arguments seriously. They were always pointless. She didn't feel there was much she could do to push Oscar away. He'd always find his way back, like a frisbee. Stupid fucking analogy, Yn, she thought to herself as she grabbed her things from the train.

Oscar was waiting off the train, patiently, with his hands behind his back. As she approached the doors, he smiled and she smiled back and that feeling of safety flooded Yn again. They'd been fighting a lot recently--about things they'd never fought about before--and despite being able to tell herself that it would be fixed, it wasn't always easy to believe that. Seeing him there, that sweet look on his face, was a reminder she knew she could count on.

"How can you look like that after a long-ass train ride?" he jokingly asked, grabbing her suitcase and helping her out. "Share with the rest of the class. I'm the one that's got media following him, it's more important I look good."

"How many times in one trip does a girl need tell you that you never don't look good for it to stick?"

"A lot more," he grinned, "tell me again. Pretty please."

"You look good, Osc. Paparazzi will be too blinded to take photos."

"That's the goal."

They made their way out of the train station, conversing so intently that they didn't notice how refreshing the Amsterdam air felt as it hit their skin or even how close they had gotten, with Yn's hand wrapped around Oscar's bicep. Friends walked like this all the time. Yn had seen it in the movies. Although, to be fair, those cinema friends would either end up dating or be gay.

"I want to go to a club tonight," she told him, anticipating the shocked look on his face. "I know it's not your style, so you don't have to go with me if you don't want to. But I figure, Amsterdam is the city of clubbing. It'd be a shame for my twenty-year-old self to not go to the club. If anything, I'll have a story for my grandkids."

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maxverstappen1 Yn and Oscar in Amsterdam. I'm scared they're going to burn my country down. liked by author

user70 she's so aesthetic

user71 do i want to be her or date her?

rolemodel come to my show

yn.jpg can't, i'm a busy, busy bee

rolemodel make her come to my show oscarpiastri

lando i love lurking in yn's comment section, she's my beyonce

user71 she knowLES

yn.jpg aww lando ur nice

oscarpiastri no he's not, he's trying to take my wdc

yn.jpg bad lando 😡

maxverstappen1 yours? bitch please

iamrebeccad you and oscar look so cute in slide 2 <3

user72 WHAT DOES SHE KNOW THAT WE DON'T

user1 lit nothing, they're just friends

user8 NOOOO user1 why are you off the ynoscar train

user1 i'm tired, i'm old and grey, i have no more hope

user73 who will be our leader now?

pierregasly yas queen

yn.jpg did franco teach you this?

oscarpiastri thank you to the random stranger who took slide 2 👏

user74 stop pretending you like her oscar, it's okay, she's annoying, we know

user2 i SWEAR i will commit crimes

july 22nd, 2025 - 23:51

Yn didn’t know the name of the club. She knew it was hot and the loud techno music was providing an incredibly steady beat, but she didn’t know the name of the people around her or the meaning of the lyrics or the type of alcohol in her addictive drink. She didn’t even know if she was having a good time.

She should’ve been. The appeal of Amsterdam, for all normal people, was the nightlife. But right now, Yn wasn’t normal. It was incredibly not normal how, despite the sea of good-looking men, all she could think about was her best fucking friend.

Oscar may as well have been a ghost the way he was haunting her. She’d liked him for years, but never had it felt less like a crush and more like a fucking need than tonight. Maybe it was how close in proximity they'd been, or maybe she just got tired of waiting. Maybe it was this darkened room full of strangers that made her realize she wanted Oscar to be anything but.

He probably didn't want the same. On the train, he was the one to insist they were solely friends, as if he could read her mind in those precious moments and see how her cheeks reddened at a brush of his hand. He was the one in Rome who assured her that friends could too sleep in the same bed. Every word out of his mouth felt like an attack on her most precious secret. He had to know. But, fuck, if he knew.

If he had known and not taken her into his arms in the way she'd envisioned him doing, it might be worse than any other possibility. She'd danced with men, she'd kissed them, she'd loved them, but only one could she laugh, cry, and just be with. And it was the one who probably saw her as a sister.

This is why I haven't talked to him in a while, she reminded herself. The last time she spent too much time with Oscar, these stupid fucking feelings arose. She almost kissed him on the balcony as they shared a slice of pizza. She was out of her mind, so she needed to be out of his vicinity. But she had to keep coming back. They had this promise that they'd grow old and gray together and tell their respective kids about their adventures as idiotic twenty-year-old selves. How could she survive until then without letting these feelings spill out, like the red wine that night in Bali four years ago?

She had to talk to him. No more missed opportunities on balconies or lingering looks in dim rooms. No fucking more. Pushing through the crowd, Yn wrestled her phone out of her clutch, struggling to focus her vision on her contacts. Once she tumbled through the exit, she rang Oscar, waiting and unknowingly teeter-tottering.

"Yn?" his deep voice answered--had he been sleeping?

"Osc!" she sang, twirling as she did so.

"Is everything alright? Are you drunk?" In the background, she could hear him shuffling out of what was presumably bed.

"I'm a lot of things," she dragged out, swinging her clutch around.

"What's going on, do you need me to pick you up?" Why was he so fucking perfect?

"That would be nice," she said, shy all of a sudden. "You're always so nice to me, Osc. It's not fair. It's like you're an angel and I don't think I deserve that."

"Where are you?" he asked, ignoring her comments.

Yn giggled. "I don't know, the name is in Dutch or something." Even though she couldn't see him, Yn knew Oscar had rolled his eyes.

"Okay, describe what's around you."

"Um, there's a metal gate with like a shit ton of stickers on it. It's like an alley here. Wait, let me move out of the alley."

"How'd you get there earlier?" His voice close to the phone, creating the slightest sense of static.

"I walked. Why? Wondering which shoes I'm wearing? You always care so much about my shoes, and I think it's cause I care about them. See? Nice."

"I asked because if you walked it must be near the hotel. Stay on the line, describe more."

"I'm between two tourist-y stores. There's also a flower shop in front, but it's closed. But it's not on the other street. I'd buy you flowers. You don't get enough flowers, Osc. I know I send them when you win a race, but you deserve them every day."

"Description, Yn."

"Okay. Tall, handsome, soft brown hair that sometimes looks bad--sorry--hazel eyes, really fucking cute teeth, God, your teeth make me want to die--"

"Of the street, Yn."

"Oh, yeah." She gulped. "There's a mushroom sign. On a nearby building."

"Give me a second, I'll find it." While Oscar stayed quiet, with the exception of a few soft clicks on his phone, Yn kept talking. Maybe too much.

"I shouldn't have gone without you," she admitted. "Not because I can't, I can, but I don't like to. I'm here with you. With Oscar Pastry. I should spend time with Pastry. I don't even want to fucking club. Everything I want, I can get from you." A moment passed before Yn started chuckling. "Well, I can't get that," she dragged it out, almost in song.

"I see you," he said over the phone, quickly hanging up after. Yn turned around before hearing his voice from the other side of the street. He was still in his pajama pants, a classic Oscar Piastri plain white t-shirt to match. How could he look so good? When he was near enough, his hands went to her arms, stabilizing her. "Are you alright?" His eyes were darting around, and it really made her feel bad for what she was about to say.

"No," she simply replied. Oscar gaped at her, confused and even more worried. "I haven't been fucking alright for so long, Osc. I... I can't be alright when you're here and you're perfect and you're my stupid fucking friend? It's not fair. I mean, how can a girl be alright? I don't even know how to answer that. I don't even know--"

"Yn, what are you saying?" he asked, his grasp on her arms lightening.

"You know what I'm saying, Oscar. I'm saying I don't want us to be friends. I don't think I can take it. I haven't been able to just be friends for a long ass time. What I'm saying is..." she couldn't find the words. Her eyes met his and suddenly it wasn't words she needed, it was action.

She pulled him close and kissed him.

aaaaaaand that's part 3. a little less social media and a bit more writing but i felt it was necessary. hope you guys enjoyed!!!! final part coming soon <333

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You have me // Xavier x Reader

I'm back! Xavier doesn't have enough fluffy fics so I'm here to serve you some fluff. Concept: (Pre-relationship) Tara sets you up on a blind date, Xavier gives you a reason not to go. Tags: Fluff, Sprinkle of angst, getting together, first kiss, possibly slight OOC Word Count: 1985 Masterlist

“You have to get out there! All I see you do lately is work, work and work!” Tara’s voice was on the verge of exasperation as she nagged on, “Ever heard of the work-life balance?”

“I do other things besides work! I do plenty!” You argue back halfheartedly, knowing full well that it wasn’t true. You’ve been swamped at work, wanderers seemingly more active than ever and the reports won’t finish themselves, missions after missions seem to come your way every day.

“Oh yeah? Like what? When was the last time you went out? Last time you went and did something fun? Met new people?” She may be right but you weren’t about to back down so easily.

“I hang out with you and Xavier all the time.” 

“We’re your colleagues, we don’t count… Well actually, on that note… How is it going with lover boy?” 

“Taraaaaa, please stop. Nothing is going on between us okay? We are simply mission partners and neighbours.” The grin on Tara’s face makes you want to shove her away, heat rising up your neck and flooding your cheeks. 

“Sureee sure, and you totally don’t make heart eyes at him every time he walks into the room?” And so you do shove her slightly, turning to walk away before more teasing comes your way, but she catches up to you quickly.

“Welllll, since you insist that you two totally don’t have feelings for each other, and you need a break from work… How would you feel about going on a sort-of blind date with a friend of mine? It’s Andy, if you remember him from the last group game night?” She trails off slightly, a mischievous glint still in her eyes. 

“A date? Tara, sorry but no. I don’t have time for dating, between missions and the reports I have to write, I barely have time to eat.”

“You say that, but you still make an effort to hang out with Xavier after work…” 

“That’s different, we live in the same building, it’s not like it’s out of the way…Besides, I haven’t even hung out with him in ages…”

“Come onnnn, it’s just one date, and it’s not like you have to get into a relationship with him if it doesn’t go well. Andy is a great guy, trust me! And god forbid, you might make another friend.”

She gives you her best puppy dog eyes.

Goddammit. 

A sigh leaves your lips as you smile at her in defeat, “Fine. Fineeee. One date. No harm in that right?”

With your words, Tara squeals in excitement, “Yes!! I’ll set you two up, don’t worry about a thing! I’ll send you the details later!!” 

You quickly say your goodbyes to Tara and start walking out of the building, ready to head home and get some sleep. It has been a long few weeks and your lack of rest has started to catch up to you. It was already dark outside as you left, your mind drifting off deep into your thoughts. You did feel slightly guilty about the date, your heart already belonged to another after all. 

Your relationship with Xavier was an odd one… You were neighbours, mission partners and close friends. You spent most of your time together, if not at your apartment, then at his. Movie nights, star gazing, take outs. And somewhere along the line, your feelings started to change, butterflies erupting in your stomach every time his hand grazed yours, heart fluttering when he got a bit too close, his deep blue eyes drawing you into a trance. 

For some time, you thought it might’ve been mutual. His teasing, his slight blush, the way he seemed so at ease with you. But you must’ve been wrong. He pulled away from you much more as of late, going on missions alone, your hang outs become few and far between, he seemed more distant by the day. You missed him honestly, even if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, you wanted to still be his friend, hang out like you used to. The apartment always felt empty without his soothing presence and soft voice.

Maybe he caught on to you and your feelings and decided to let you down easy by distancing himself?

Maybe this date isn’t such a bad idea, maybe it’s time to move forward and not dwell on these feelings…

“You shouldn’t zone out so deeply when walking home.” A voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your arm swinging out in alarm ready to jab whoever snuck up on you, but was stopped in its tracks with a soft grip. You turn quickly to have a look at the person behind you.

“Xavier! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He has the audacity to look amused as he lets go of your arm.

“I tried calling out your name but it seems you were so deep in thought you didn’t hear me,” raising his hands in surrender, he gives you an innocent look, a playful glint still shining in his eyes. A plastic bag hangs from one arm, filled with what looked like snacks.

You let out a long breath, adrenaline leaving you as you give him a joking glare, “You out for a snack run?” 

You walked side by side back to the apartment building, conversation flowing naturally, almost like he had never distanced himself at all. It was nice, cozy even, in the familiarity and ease it brings you. 

“Want to come up for a movie night? It’s… been a while since we hung out...” His voice trails off at the end, looking away almost… sheepishly? So he did notice. The avoidance was on purpose then.

But you didn’t let those thoughts take over, you meant it when you said you still wanted to be his friend, no matter how much it hurt. You smile quickly and agree.There was almost an awkwardness that sprouted in the air between the two of you as you stepped into his apartment. It was the same as the last time you were there a few weeks ago, if not slightly messier than usual.

“You set up some movies, I’ll order us some food… same as usual?” You say trying to lighten the atmosphere, as you sit on the couch, phone at the ready.

“Yeah… Sounds good.” He sits next to you, closer than he’d usually would, an observation that doesn’t go unnoticed by you, your heart skipping a beat. Fumbling with your phone, you order quickly and put it down on the coffee table in front of you as Xavier scrolls through the movies available, eventually settling on one. 

A… rom-com? 

You glance at him, confusion written on your face. That is definitely not something Xavier would usually watch, it’d normally be a sci-fi movie or the odd thriller, but a rom-com? That’s new.

Noticing your questioning gaze, he cleared his throat, “I’ve heard some great reviews about this one. Thought… I’d see what the fuss was about.” 

His eyes were fixed to the screen moments later.

His ears were red.

What’s happening?

Is- Is this-?

No. It can’t be. What did we say about giving yourself false hope?

But he’s sitting so close! And a romance movie? He’s blushing!

Stop. It’s nothing. This doesn’t mean anything.

 A chime of your phone broke the silence, the slight tension dissipating. 

Tara: All set up!! You good with tomorrow at 7pm? Andy will meet you at the Thai restaurant by work! :D 

Shit. You had forgotten about the date. You snatch your phone from the coffee table, hesitating in your reply, cheeks burning, Xavier’s laser focused gaze drifting between your phone and your face. 

“You okay? Was that Tara?” So he had seen the screen. 

“Yeah… funny story actually…” your voice is weak, “ she’s trying to set me up with her friend Andy. She… is organising a date for us…” You aren’t sure why you feel so embarrassed, it’s not like you are doing anything wrong, you and Xavier aren’t together in that way, so why do you feel like digging a hole and burying yourself in it? The redness in your cheeks deepens under the intense stare pointed your way.

“A… date?” He asks slowly, as if he’s processing the information, his face a blank canvas. You nod meekly, trying to gauge his reaction, but he gives nothing away. 

“With Tara’s friend? Someone you know?”

“Well, we haven’t really spoken properly, but he was there last time the group went out for drinks…” 

“So you’re going on a date with someone you don’t even know?” There was an edge to his voice now, his brow furrowed as stared at you. 

“Tara said he’s a great guy, and that I needed to get out there… So what’s the harm, right?” You don’t know if you’re trying to reassure yourself or him at this point. 

“If he’s so great, why didn’t he ask you out himself?”

“He doesn’t have my number?”

“Exactly. You don’t know him. You can’t know what his intentions are. This doesn’t sound safe.” He glances away, but still seems tense, jaw clenching slightly, the makings of a pout forming on his lips. You sigh slightly in response, the redness in your face starting to settle down.

“Tara’s right though, I need to get out there. All I do lately is work, missions and reports are taking over my life. I haven’t even seen you in weeks, so I gotta start somewhere right? Why not start there?” He stays silent for what seemed like hours, the movie still playing in the background but forgotten entirely. His brows remained furrowed, eyes unfocused, still turned away from you. The night crept on, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. You kept glancing at him but not once did he look at you. 

“But why start with a date with someone you don’t even know?” Finally, he turned to you, his eyes observing you, searching for something.

“It’s not like I’ve got a line of suitors, might as well try to meet someone new right?” 

He pursed his lips in thought. 

“You have me.” 

He said it so softly, you barely caught it. 

What?

“...What?” You breathe out, eyes widening. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?

“You have me. I…” He takes a deep breath, reaching out for your hand that sits on your leg, “Don’t go on this date. I’ll take you out, if you give me this chance?” His eyes are searching your face, showing the nerves he’s working hard to hide. 

Your breath catches in your throat, “Xavier… What exactly do you mean?” Your voice is soft with disbelief, wary to let yourself hope just yet. He gives you a small smile, lifting his hand to tuck some stray hair behind your ear, keeping it there.

“I mean, I want to take you out on a date. I mean that I like you, I have feelings for you. I know I’ve been distant, I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t afford to lose you. You… You are my everything.” He is all you see, his face, his blue eyes, the light dusting of freckles, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. This is happening right? He feels the same? 

You take that chance, the chance that these feelings are reciprocated, and you lean in. You lean in, until your lips meet his. It’s a gentle touch at first. And then he starts kissing you back, leaning in further and deepening the kiss. You feel his breath leave him as he sighs into the kiss, his hand travelling to your cheek, cradling you carefully. 

Eventually you pull away, air rushing back into your lungs.

“So, you’re not going on that date right?” He breathes out, a playful smirk playing on his lips. A laugh leaves you, as you pull him towards you again.

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ꊞ SUMMERTIME MINDLESSNESS ; QUINN HUGHES !

➪ summary: while summer is great for wanting to be stress-free and have endless weekends, it's not so good for when you have things you need to do

➪ laceyhearts diner event: grandma's homemade pancakes w/ prompt ““i really thought today was saturday and went to do the laundry.” “uh huh, it’s monday, love.””

➪ pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none!

➪ word count: 0.6k

➪ emma's notes: another blurb downnn! i'm so excited to be writing some new things again and thank you guys so much for sending in requests! i'm going to try and get one of the jack ones i have out later but if i don't, it'll def be out tomorrow! and requests close in 6 days!

© laceyhearts ; do not copy, repost, translate, or put my work through ai generators. do not copy or remake my themes, graphics, or layouts.

Summer was by far her favorite time of year; she got a break from work, and Quinn was around almost 24/7, which made for unlimited dates and countless nights of being able to sleep next to him without him having to leave for a road trip the next day.

Her summer was built on loose routines that consisted of “fend for yourself” breakfasts, a 20-minute conversation of what they wanted to do for the rest of the day, making lunch or dinner with Quinn, and falling asleep flushed and drained from whatever they had done in the past however many hours.

The only downside to her “endless” summer was that she was prone to forgetting what day it was. She’d go to bed thinking the next day was Friday and wake up feeling like it was Monday. And while that helped make her days stretch on forever, it wasn’t great for the times when she needed to get things done. 

She woke up when it was 4 hours into their day, already missing the casual breakfast and constant bickering that came with trying to figure out what the day ahead of them held. Her body felt tired, like she’d spent the last 5 days partying nonstop, as if she were back in college, where her paper was the last thing on her mind. 

And in the back of her mind, she was thinking it was laundry day. It had felt like forever since she had last done it; the basket in her and Quinn’s room was overflowing with the number of times the two had changed clothes. 

She reached out blindly in an attempt to find her boyfriend, but to no avail; the bed next to her was cold and vacant. She groaned softly, eyes fluttering open to come face to face with nothing but a pile of sheets near the end of the bed. 

Getting out of bed was the hard part; her limbs ached and moved like Jell-O. She wrapped her cardigan tightly around her as she made her way downstairs, but not before pulling the laundry basket out and setting it at the front of the bed so she would remember to do it when she came back up.

Quinn was in the kitchen when her feet touched the cool wood flooring, cutting up the watermelon they had bought when they went grocery shopping a few days ago. She approached him quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head between his shoulder blades, sighing softly. 

He jumped slightly, but his lips turned into a smile, looking back to see her, “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hi.”

“How was your ‘nap’?”

“It was good until someone’s yelling woke me up.” She tried to press her face further into him, tightening her hold.

He laughed, letting the knife clatter to the counter while he turned around, pressing a kiss to her head, “I told them to be quiet.”

“Not quiet enough.”

“I need to run upstairs and change my shirt, you mind throwing the bags away?”

She whined, “But I just got here.”

“And you hate the feeling of your shirt being wet, so if you keep hugging me, that’s what you’ll get.”

“Fineeee. But you owe me.”

He held his hands up in surrender, making his way up the steps and to their room. She shoveled the watermelon rinds into the plastic bags, throwing them into the trash can, immediately washing her hands of the juice after.

Quinn came back downstairs not even a minute later, a new shirt adorning his body like he had said, “Hey, is there a reason the basket is in front of the bed?”

She froze, halfway into putting a piece of watermelon into her mouth, “Is it not… Saturday?”

“No?”

“Shit. I really thought today was Saturday and went to do the laundry when I went back in there.” 

He laughed softly, placing his hands on her hips and kissing her forehead, “Uh-huh, today’s Monday, love.”

“Maybe I need to go back to sleep.”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll join you.”

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[aayakashii]

got very depressed today and ended up writing a very self-indulgent comfort fic that now I will make everyone's problem ヽ(*´∀`)人(´∀`*)ﾉ

featuring 🫵you🫵, Peekaboo, and special guest Sagara Haru. It's fluff, tooth rotting fluff again. I am just a girl.

soft beats to feed your baby anomaly to

Your fingers tapped against your chin as you stood in the middle of the Jabberwock kitchen, eyes scanning all the pots that were scattered around the counter and shelves, way too wary to actually rummage through them with your hands.

“Baby formula… baby formula… baby formula…” you muttered repeatedly, as you read every label of every container, until your eyes stopped at an inconspicuous pot with no label.

Stepping closer, you opened the lid, and was met with a crumpled bag of baby formula stuffed inside.

“God, I would never find this if I only relied on the labels” you said, huffing, pulling the bag out and walking back to the living room.

A small bottle with boiled water was ready, on top of a small stool, right beside a crib that contained a very hungry and very impatient Peekaboo.

“Found it, Peekaboo!” you said, triumphantly, and slumped on the floor, bringing the stool closer.

“I can now make your bottle and feed you! I'm sorry it took so long, but you gotta tell your dad that his kitchen is a mess.” you rambled, as you began to scoop the baby formula and put it carefully in the bottle. Peekaboo chirped in what seemed like agreement with you.

As you quietly kept scooping small amounts of the powder, you finally relaxed, humming the tune to a song that was stuck in your head for the past week. At this, Peekaboo's ears twitched and perked up, and he waddled closer to you.

“Okay, done!” You finished shaking the bottle to mix the contents and Peekaboo immediately raised his little arms towards you.

“You want uppies?” you said, smiling as you noticed his expectant face. “Okay, let's give you uppies.”

With a groan (Peekaboo was heavier than he seemed), you picked him up and began to bring the bottle towards his mouth, until his arms patted your hand, pushing the bottle away.

“What's up, baby? I thought you were hungry” you asked, confused.

Peekaboo kept flailing his arms, pointing to the bottle and to you, clearly trying to communicate something.

“I'm sorry love, I don't know what you mean…”

His little face scrunched up, as he wiggled on your arms and booped your mouth and then the bottle.

“You want me to drink from the bottle too?!”

He shook his whole body, growling impatiently. For a moment, he stared at you, as if he was thinking about how he could convey his message in a way that you would understand. After a few seconds, he chirped his usual sounds, but tried hard to mimic the melody you were humming a few moments before.

“Oh! You want me to sing for you while I feed you?” you guessed.

His little face lit up, and he nodded fiercely.

“Okay, okay, but er… I'm not a very good singer, honey” you replied, apologetic despite his excitement.

Peekaboo growled, showing his huge sharp teeth and you knew there was no bargaining with a spoiled anomalous animal.

“Fineeee, fine! Okay, I'll sing, but you have to promise me you'll drink your bottle and not bite me, okay?” you sighed.

Peekaboo nodded happily again, chirping and extending his stubby little arms to the bottle.

As you titled the bottle to his mouth, his red, shiny eyes looked at you expectantly. You cleared your throat and began to murmur the lyrics to the song.

Stars shinin' bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you”

Peekaboo frowned and tapped your throat, clearly ordering you to sing louder. You sighed heavily again, shaking your head in defeat, and raised your voice.

Birds singin' in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

You began to sway gently, careful not to make Peekaboo sick with the movement.

Say, "Nighty-night" and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me

The little bunny-like anomaly closed his eyes, gulping his food and peacefully enjoying the slow swaying of your body, feeling relaxed in your arms.

Stars fadin'–

You cleared your throat again, as your voice cracked trying to reach the higher tune, but Peekaboo seemed to pay no mind to how out of tune you sounded sometimes.

Stars fadin’ but I linger on, dear

Still cravin' your kiss

I'm longin' to linger 'til dawn, dear

Just saying this

The bottle was quickly emptying as you clumsily sang and danced with the small animal in your arms, and, in your concentration, you failed to notice a flash of red appearing on one of the corridors.

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me

You hummed the ad-lib part of the song as Peekaboo downed the last bit of the bottle, still moving slowly and carefully as he yawned in your arms.

Stars fadin' but I linger on, dear

Still cravin' your kiss

I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear

Just saying this

Your voice didn't crack this time, and you put Peekaboo against your shoulder, giving little taps against his back in order to help with his digestion – a little burp coming out of his mouth making you giggle as you sang.

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me

As you finished the song, Peekaboo ended up fast asleep on your arms, and you kept humming and dancing, all while completely unaware of how Haru observed the scene, hidden behind one of the pillars of the living room.

The red-headed blushed furiously, his hand covering his mouth in order to hide a smile that was so big that could light up stadiums upon stadiums.

“Isn't that good, Peekaboo? We finally got you the other mom I've always wanted for you!!” he thought to himself, pumping his fist victoriously in the air, as wedding bells ringed into his mind after seeing the domestic scene unravel in front of him. He hadn't even confessed nor invited you to a single date, but after that, he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

[daylighted]

i am OBSESSED with dean x baby!reader. i need moreeeeeeeeee whenever you have time. i love love love your writing soo much

AHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET <3 !!! AND UGH FINEEEE FINE I'LL WRITE MORE FOR HER FINE 1!!!! YOU'RE PULLING MY LEG SIGH GUESS I HAVE TO :/ LMAOFIJOKFEGDFJ I'M KIDDING SHE'S MY BABY (hehehe) RN BAD

how about ... dean and baby!reader cuddling <3 like a lil sequel to the last one !!

you were out like a light the moment that dean sank into the other side of the mattress next to you. he couldn't imagine how you were comfortable - too big jeans and a leather jacket being all that you had on - but there you were, all of the blankets bunched up under your chin, and snoring.

dean was sat there like an idiot, watching you sleep, somehow, through sam's additional snoring, like you were right at home. maybe you were. this was the first bed you'd slept in.

he expects to get a few more minutes of his (slightly) creepy staring done before he rolls over. that's what he tells himself. just a few more minutes, and he'll flip over, and pretend that his car is not a girl, and you weren't in his bed.

but you have other plans. from what he's seen of you so far, you always seem to do the last thing that he expects.

dean goes to flip over, and his back barrels into yours. he freezes in place, his face scrunching up in temporarily horrified confusion. one glance over his shoulder and the fear is confirmed: he shifted slightly away from you and so you pressed up right into him.

now he's in a predicament. you're warm. of course you were, you'd stolen all of the blankets without a thought about it. he wasn't mad, just like he wasn't mad at you stealing his drink, earlier. you didn't really know any better.

can't turn back over, because everything in the world would shift and change if he made any move to hold you. can't finish turning over, because you'd still be touching him, and he'd still be a goner.

so dean stays flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, while your spine presses against his arm. and he could have fallen asleep like this - was planning on it, as soon as he stopped focusing in on the fact that you were pressed against him.

but you let out a sleepy, long breath of a sigh, and you turn again, and now your breath is on his cheek.

breath on his cheek, arms latched around the one closest to you, and he is so, so damn gone. you cling to him like physical comfort was the only thing that you'd been kept away from. dean feels a little, unfairly, guilty about it. should have, like, rubbed your steering wheel a little more, or something. anything more at all, so this predicament wouldn't happen again; you holding him like you'd never been held before.

he's a goner. damned from the beginning. his arm wraps around your shoulders, slipping beneath your heavy, dozed off head, and tugs you in closer. your legs tangle with his, the denim of his jeans faded and worn against his legs. the leather of your jacket smells just like the inside of his car used to. black ice in the rearview mirror, traces of his cologne, and car wax.

his earlier guilt disappears. he did take good care of you. and you were so damn sweet, and so attached to him, because of it.

dean drops his head enough to bury his nose into your hair, just as your hand finds its way across his chest, placed lightly overtop his heart, nails scrunched up lightly against his t-shirt like you didn't want to risk being taken away from him.

his eyes close. "m'not lettin' you go anywhere, baby," he mumbles into your hair. you and sam were always his most loyal companions, even if you, literally, had only been along for the ride. the way you clung to him was proof enough that it was so much more than that, and went so much deeper.

he traces his fingers up and down your spine as he holds you closer, pressing a kiss into your temple. "i promise it, baby," he murmurs, reassuring himself more than you, at this rate, "no one's gettin' between you and me."

[cuntressgoingdigital]

abby knows how god awful you are at taking care of yourself. fortunately, she learned that just a little bit of help and subtle coercion will force you through your nighttime routine.

(aka bedtime domesticity with abby)

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at night when you’re already cozied up under layers of blankets, eyes glued to your phone, she pulls you out of bed and gives you a piggyback ride to the bathroom to force you into your nighttime routine. to start, she carefully undresses you while telling you how beautiful you are and how happy she is after coming home to see her beloved. her days were long and stressful. she absolutely hated coming home late at night, only being able to hold your attention for an hour or two before sleep took over. 

“did you have a good day, baby? i missed you.” 

she’d keep you talking about your day and any other musings to keep you from begging to go back and reclaim your imprinted spot on your shared mattress. 

you lean back against her in the shower, feigning exhaustion so she can hold you up. in reality it was an excuse to feel the warmth of her skin against yours. 

“my poor baby. so, so tired.” her tone would almost sound patronizing if you hadn’t known her mannerisms. “you need me to do it for you?”

you’d nod and she would. the question was superfluous. the answer was always the same. she’d start by gently washing your face with a really expensive specialty cleanser she bought for you on nora’s recommendation. then, she’d use a combination of a washcloth and her hands to wash your body. she ran her hands along your collarbones to your shoulders, slowly moving downwards to your waist and hips. she knelt down in front of you, holding your thighs up one by one, making sure she scrubbed every inch of your body. 

while down on her knees, she couldn’t help but place a few kisses against your hips and thighs. abby always had to resist the urge to bury her face in your cunt right then and there. 

right now, she had a mission. 

these moments were mostly for you. she was a morning shower type of gal, but had no problem making sure you were taken care of, even if you didn’t want to.

after the shower she would take her time toweling you off, taking in your body like it was the first time she’d ever seen you unclothed. every time was the first time to her. she couldn’t get enough of you. 

the two of you would do the rest of your identical skincare routine together, a ritual she imposed as a ruse to get you to actually use the products you begged her to buy for you. while she brushed her teeth, you would undo her braid and carefully detangle her hair. 

at the end of the night she’d carry you right back to your spot in your dark room, pulling out a pair of pajamas for you. they never matched, something that bothered you for a while, but quickly got over knowing she would never hear out your complaints. sure, you could get your own pajamas, but it was more fun putting her to work. abby slept in the same thing every night, just a pair of boxer briefs. 

she was always the last to fall asleep, waiting to see your chest rise and fall in that familiar soft rhythm. until you did, she’d lay and watch your scroll on tik tok. abby refused to download any social media app, so you had to bookmark the videos to show to her at bedtime. the two of you softly giggled together shrouded in darkness.

abby glanced at the time, sitting up in bed to leer down at you. "don't you have to be up early tomorrow?"

"buuuuut, i'm staying up to hangout with you." you whined back.

it took a few moments for abby's face to soften with a defeated sigh "and tomorrow you'll wake up complaining about how sleepy you are."

"maybe." you reluctantly conceded. "but, what if i love you so much and want to sit and talk to you all night?"

"what if i love you more and i'll make you coffee while we talk in the morning?"

"fineeee."

wrote this at like 11pm while laying on my bathroom floor trying to convince myself to take off my makeup. love domestic abby #needthat !!

[bluecottenswab]

Kinich x F!y/n

Ajaw

Breast play

Cumming

Sexual themes

Very very small language 

Blood/cuts

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You are married to Kinich btw

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YOUR POV

"Kinichhh how much longer?"

My arms wobbling as I grab onto the next rock. 

"You doing fine Y/n. I'll be right here."

Kinich says below me. Right now we are going to go search for the rogue Yumkasaurus. Before, it was calm and nice. But recently the Yumkasaurus has harmed people, leaving bite marks with abyssal remnants. As I reach the top of the mountain I lean over the edge to help Kinich.

"See it wasn't that hard."

"E-easy for y-you to say"

You stutter from exhaustion. 

"Someone help me!!!!"

A young male yells. Getting on my feet me and Kinich rush over. The saurian in defense mode, protecting the man. But from what? 

"I see now."

"Huh? See what?"

"The reason why people had bites with abyssal remnants was because an abyssal monster attacked them. Not the real saurian."

Kinich sighed in annoyance. Quickly defeating the enemy. As he helps the man get home, I stay and take care of the saurian. The injuries on the man were barely noticeable, while the Yumkasaurus had deep cuts and was very dirty. I wrap the wounds and take the saurian near a river bank. As we reach the river I take my clothes off. I feel safe knowing that no one except Kinich will be here, this is because the tribe closed off the area. Of course because of the attacks. Slipping in, the cold water slides across my skin. I help the saurian get the blood and dirt off, I hear a sound behind me. Turning around I see Kinich arrive. 

"Kinich! Come here!"

"EWW YOU MORTAL!! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU SHOULD WARSHIP THE ALL MIGHT-"

"Then stop looking at her"

Kinich flicks away Ajaw.

"KINICH"

I softly chuckle and invite Kinich in. Nodding he strips and joins. I help the Yumkasaurus get out of the river and onto land. On my tippy toes I push the Yumkasaurus out of the water. But just barely coming out of the water. The stones under me give way and I slip. My face inches away from hitting the water, I feel Kinich wrap an arm around my breasts, pulling me to his chest. 

"Be careful... poke"

As he said poke, he poked my breast.

"KINICH!!!"

"What? They are like buns. Soft and fun to play with."

"Buns? You play with your food?"

"Ah so my dear servant is a child. How amusing."

Ajaw says out of nowhere. Laughing, I poke at Kinich's cheek. 

"Awwww, my love. I didn't know you like playing with you food like a bab-AHHH"

My head gets shoved under water. Resurfacing, I glare at Kinich. A smirk appears on his face. With a huff, I go to the other side of the river, sulking. 

"So easily annoyed"

"Ah I see, Kinich must not want a wife anymore"

His eyes glare into mine, but he soon dives under water. Huh?? Soon I'm lifted up out of the water.

"Put me down. Now!" 

I struggle. Kinich puts his arm under my butt to support me. Boobs in his face. I struggle to get free. Kicking and thrashing. 

"Kinich you're so dead!"

"Sure, definitely"

He says in a sarcastic tone. 

"Let go!"

"Fine"

That easy? Is what I would have said before. I'm dropped into the cold water. I immediately get out of the water and put my clothes on.

"Goodbye!"

I walk away. Grabbing my climbing gear, I slowly descend. Half way down I realize I forgot to grab my sword. Lots of monsters are near the area. Most are very aggressive. Looking up and down, the quickest and safest way is down. The climb up was dangerous and that was with Kinich. Without him, I could fall and not be saved. Going down it is. 

ONE LAST STEP! My feet touch the ground. I do my little victory dance.  

"Time to go home"

"...AHHHH!"

I jump at Kinich's voice. 

"Next time don't leave without me. It's not safe."

"Fineeee. But you were mean for pushing my head under water!"

"You were being annoying."

"So were you!"

After our baby argument, we arrive home. I make dinner, which has a variety of meats, vegetables, bread, and etc. I even give Ajaw some of the sandwiches I made. He finally stopped talking. And for a while. 

As the sun sets I hop into the shower. The summer is at its highest temperature and I sweat a tone. The steam added more comfort. Soon after, Kinich joins... AGAIN. Looking at him, I see is toned muscles flexing when he goes to wash his hair. Stepping closer I put my hands on his abs. My fingers tracing over the veins. Kinich sits down on the stone bench we have in our shower. Sitting down on Kinich's lap, I take the conditioner and lather it in his hair. Massaging his scalp. His hands pull me closer to him, my breasts covering his face. 

"You okay?"

I ask, noticing that his shoulders are tense. He nods. Taking the body wash, I grab a washcloth near by and clean the dirt he accumulated during the fight earlier today. Kinich rubs his fingers over my stomach. 

"Y/n..."

"Hhm"

"Would you want a baby?"

"Huh!? What kind of question is that? And any way if I did want a baby, I would like to have it after Natlan is safe from the abyss."

Kinich tightened his hold on me and looks up at me. 

"Kinich what's wrong? Something is clearly on your mind."

"I-What if when the abyss do attack, I can't get to you in time. Please before the abyss attacks, get to a safe place. What if we never have kids?"

He says, now he is focused on my stomach. He clearly wants to have kids. 

"You said you want kids right? How about we try? As long as you keep me safe that is."

I chuckle. Kinich kisses my stomach, before he speaks up.

"We then...let's start"

"Wait wait wait!"

"No, you already said we could. And Ajaw is in a good mood. He won't interrupt us, unlike last time."

I cringe at his words. The time we got caught by Ajaw, he would come up to me and start mocking me. Saying 'ohhhh Kinich' or 'I'm gonn-'. He wouldn't let it go. 

——————smut part————————————

Kinich turns me around his lap. Lifting up my butt and aligning his member and my heat. He slowly lets me down top of him. His member stretching my walls, filling every inch. Moaning out his name. Placing his hands on my hips, Kinich lifts me up and down. Slamming into me each time. Each time he slams into me, the warmth in my stomach increases. My climax comes near.

"Kinich I'm coming!"

Right as I'm about to cum, he pulls out. 

"Why did you pull out?"

I ask. I start pumping my fingers in and out to try and finish my orgasm. Kinich pulls my fingers out, he stands up and gets out of the shower.

"Wait Kinich"

"Give me a second, let me open the door"

"Huh? Why?!" 

"To make sure that if we need to move quickly we can"

He comes back in the shower and lifts me up. The shower is still on, so he must mean to run back in there if anyone walks in our house. 

As he takes me out of the bathroom, he carries me over to the Kitchen. Putting me on the counter he puts his member deep inside me. I moan out his name.  We start off slow, the warmth returning. Pushing me forward, Kinich takes my boobs and starts sucking on them. Pleasure consuming us both. Lewd sounds emerge from me. Kinich hits my cervix each and every time. My climax soon follows.

"I-im coming"

My walls tighten around him and start trying to milk him. With my release, he follows. His hot seed spills into my womb. Breathing hard, Kinich turns me around, my stomach on the cold counter. Opening my legs more Kinich now slams into my body deeper. A bump can be seen on my stomach. Skin slaps against skin. This is the loudest I've ever moaned. Keeping the same pace, I soon cum. 

"F-fuck"

Kinich moans out. His member twitch's inside me. With one powerful slam, he and I cum.

Kinich picks me up with member still inside me. Our juices can be seen running down my legs. Turning off the water Kinich, brings us to bed. Kinich lays down with me on top.

"I-I'm not pulling out until the morning. Have to make sure you get pregnant."

To tired to respond, I just nod my head. Kinich falls asleep first while I stay awake. Once in awhile, I push his member further into me to make sure I don't waste a single drop. I fall asleep to the sound of Kinich's breathing. 

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✨ bonus✨

YOUR POV

Stirring awake, I put my hands one Kinich's chest to get up. Moving to the side, I feel a pressure in my stomach. Looking down I see his member is still in me. My arousal getting to me once again. I slowly go up and down. Making sure I don't wake Kinich up. I keep the same pace. The knots in my stomach become more. The wetness from our juices makes very loud noises. I cover my mouth to keep moans in. Kinich's member doesn't erect but I am for sure coming. With one final down, my juice drip over his member. White juice can be seen running down my butt. Getting off of Kinich I head to the bathroom. Getting a pregnancy test, pee on it. While I wait, I get into the shower to clean myself off. At some point Kinich must have woken up, because he comes into the shower. He kneels down to my stomach and creases it. 

"I saw the result...you are pregnant"

Tears flow down my cheeks as Kinich embraces me.

[alwaysformike]

ִֶָ𓏲࣪ 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒🫐༉‧

when a nosy and hateful interviewer attempts to woe michael by tearing you, his fiance, down, he must show her that you are not to be tested.

chat i'm cooked this is my first michael ff 😔💪 i actually hate this tho 😓

jk in all seriousness heyyy pyt, how u doin love? content warnings : fingering, public and risky sex (ish?), suggestive content, bitchy interviewers, michael being TOOO FINEEEE

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. it filled the room, worming the void of sound into every inch of the space. you sigh, desperate for someone to speak, for someone to fill the emptiness.

of course, it was your choice to come with michael to his interview. but, in your defense, this one was definitely different! it wasn't like you had never been to one with him before, but this one seemed to have something tense in the air.

michael, your fiancé, was hunched over a table. his hand ghosts the paper, signing off on which questions he allows to be asked. if it wasn't for the unyielding stare on you, you may have stayed like that for the rest of the night. just simply observing your love.

you look up, eyes darting around. they land on your starer, a lady. a clipboard in her hands, she is glaring at you. your eyes crinkle in confusion. her lips quirk up into a seductive smirk as her green, cat-lined orbs dart to michael.

it is then, you realize, that she is trying to say what her mouth will not. you attempt to wave this off by raising a arched brow and looking her up and down. she snickers to herself coldly. michael looks up, wandering what the noise is but she has already gone back to writing on her clipboard. the two of you make eye contact, and you shrug at him.

something was off with this woman.

you try to understand, perhaps she was just simply a fan.

but in the deepest corner of your mind, you can't unsee the way her lips turned up into a cruel smile. the way she seemingly mocked you, glowered at you.

the interview has started. you only came, thinking you'd be off to the side to watch. but the lady from earlier, ( sofia, as you've learned ) insists that you join. michael argues her suggestion at first, but when you see her taunting grin, you can't help but agree.

you stare at her, eyes daring for her to try something.

she clears her throat. you can tell she's up to something. her introduction is long-since over and she's ready to ask questions. "michael, i've seen you've brought your lovely fiancée here with you today. so, how did you two meet?" she exaggerates the word 'lovely', eyes batting at michael much more sweetly than they were to you.

he launches into the story of how you two met, specifically at the 1984 grammy awards. its a long story, one he's told far too mant times. you zone out, hands fiddling with your lacy skirt. your squint your eyes, desperately observing sofia. you try to make out her face as she smiles fondly at michael.

"right, love?" he asks you. you're too busy watching how sofia's face changes, how her eyes go dreamy and then snap back to a startling glower at you.

"huh?" you realize he had been speaking to you. "oh right! um. what was the question again?" you smile shyly. he grins, his eyes going up.

"anyways, back to you, mr michael." the interviewer points out. "if you could change one thing about her, what would that be?"

oh.

it finaly clicks what she's doing. you gawk at her in disbelief and then pull your face back disgustingly. lucky for you, michael is not stupid. he sees the pointed looks sofia has thrown to you, sees the puzzling looks you throw back.

all hell would break loose if he wasn't being filmed right now. quickly thinking, he points out how far you are from him. "little one, come closer. you're so far." he scoots your chair closer to his, throwing a small smirk at sofia. "back to the question, nothing. absolutely nothing."

you blush slightly and look back towards your snarky interviewer. her face has flushed red in embarrassment, her plan seemingly backfiring. "of course, mr jackson." his hand wanders to the small in your back, gently rubbing.

you are glad the table is there to cover the way your hands fiddle in your lap, attempting to wave off his affection. she continues on with her insufferable questions, each one meant for michael himself. she never seems to pay much mind to you, until her gaze is steady on you.

michael has moved his hand down to your hip, and you can tell sofia has began watching his actions towards you. this time, it is you who is smirking.

"mr. jackson, as much as we all adore the happy couple, may i suggest we leave affection for the bedroom?" she chuckles, thinking she must've cracked him up with the way his lips turn up into a smile.

what she misses, however, is the cheshire appearance to it.

"thank you for that lovely advice, however i think i'm more than welcome to touch my fiancée." his hand is lowering, and you gulp.

"well yes, mr. jackson. just simply a recommendation." she tries to play it off with a bat of her eyelashes, grinning seductively at him.

you feel heat rush to your face and something has snapped. "we only take recommendations from people that actually matter to us, thank you."

the room is silent, her face flushing up once more with embarrassment. michael, whose wandering hand is now on your thigh, squeezes tightly.

"of course." she mumbles, trying desperately to hide the roll of her eyes.

she continues on with her questions, never once addressing you or even looking your way. you resist the urge to grin with pride.

the hand on your thigh is moving downwards, and you are glad the table is there to hide it. he's hiking your mini-skirt up, hand sliding between your legs. the heat, once in your cheeks, is now in your stomach.

your teeth tug at your lip, desperately attempting to hide the up-coming whimpers and pleas.

you heard it here folks, michael jackson was an utter tease!

his hand gently rubbed your inner thigh, just mere centimeters from where you needed him most. though he nodded along to the questions and answered when necessary, you could see his mind was elsewhere.

your eyes float back over to sofia, and you hear her throw another quip to you, a small one that would typically go unnoticed, but you caught it.

you always did.

but you resist the urge for gasp when his slender fingers finally make contact with your clit, rubbing slow and painful circles. you look up, your eyes watching how he's smirking knowingly.

oh, so he knows what he's doing.

you want so desperately to whine and beg for him, but he knows you all too well. he looks down at you, eyes meeting yours and presses his fingers into your clit.

all in once, hes pinching and rubbing your clit. massaging it in fast circles that seemed to never end.

you were close and he had barely even touched you yet. then his fingers were pushed inside, going in and out at a rate faster than you could comprehend. you were sure someone would notice soon, and bit your lip as you tried to push his hand away discreetly.

he simply pulled his fingers out and slapped your hand away. then he was back in, going faster and deeper than before. moans threatened to escape at any given point.

and then it happened, the coil in your tummy breaks and you're letting go. juices seep over his hands. he grins wildly, playing it off as though he was laughing at one of her jokes.

but her eyes look over to you, brows furrowing in confusion. you reach over, simply knocking her clipboard off the table.

"oops," you shrug. she leans down under the table to grab it, and looks up. his finger is still in your puffy pussy, hand dripping in your aroma.

she come back up, her face twisted in anger. this time, it is you who smiles sweetly at her with batting eyelashes.

that is how the rest of the interview goes. her glaring at you both now, not just you. michael catches on, a smile dancing on his lips the entire time.

the interview is over. she's cut it short. whether because she was too angry to continue talking, or because she looked as though she may faint.

the three of you stand up. "thank you so much for coming, you two. it was definitely a pleasure." she keeps things cold and curt.

"you as well, ms sofia." michael smiles charmingly at her, reaching over to grab her hand and press a kiss against it. you curl your face back into shock, brows raising in rage. it is then, however, you notice that he has grabbed her hand with his own sticky, mess filled hand.

she looks down, presumably realizing this two and drops his hand like it's the devil's book of lies.

"well, i certainly hope you had fun. i know i sure did." you say to her, rosy-lips pulling up into a charismatic smile.

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[honeybeefae]

omg imagine rhys with a s/o that has a crush on him, like an actual huge crush, they’re mated, married and have been for a long time but she still blushes and gets nervous around him. She gossips with her friends ab cute stuff he does and she’s just being soooo inlove. She tries on new dresses and literally does everything to get his attention even though she already has it, He notices obviously and thinks it’s so cute😩🥹 imagine he’s in a meeting and he gets out of his office and reader just runs up to him and leaps in his arm and AHHHH SO CUTEE

stop bc i just know that if i were mated to Rhys i could be 10,000 years old and he would still make me kick my feet and giggle like a teenager. that man is FINEEEE. Also, I love writing fluff so this was so fun.

also listened to Tattooed Heart by Ariana Grande while writing this <3

Butterflies (Rhysand x Reader)

It was baffling to you how even after hundreds of years of being mated, after countless dates, sex, memories, everything really, your mate was still able to make you feel like you did when you first met him.

Rhysand was the definition of perfect in your eyes. His midnight-colored hair, those blue eyes that turned violet and held a million stars, the voice that made you feel safe and alive, and his touch that had saved you so many times. All of it could be found in him. He was your beginning and ending, your moon and sun, your everything.

You knew your friends grew sick of you talking about him all the time, about the most recent way he had spoiled you or taken you. It was so hard not to talk about him. You felt like a teenager with her first crush.

If you were being honest, it should be embarrassing. Every time you go out and buy new dresses you pick out something you think would catch his eye or a matching set of lingerie that he would ravish you in. Whenever you cooked you made sure it was something he would like and don't even get started on the notes you two wrote to each other.

He knew what you were doing, of course. He knew you would try to catch his attention when he was busy or wear his favorite perfume just to get him to come closer. You loved watching his eyes light up when he saw you in his favorite dress or heels, loved the way he would pull you into his arms and kiss you like you were the only two in the entire world.

Today was no different as you stalked outside his office door, the soft pads of your feet barely making any noise as you waited for him to finish whatever business he was attending to.

It had been three days since you had seen him due to his trip to the Illyrian camps with Azriel and Cassian. Rhys had asked you to stay here, knowing this was not a happy meeting, and you were mostly fine staying behind. You just didn't know how hard it would be for you not to see him.

The pen was still scratching against the paper as you let out a small sigh and began the walk back to your shared room. It had been several minutes since you had been waiting and you knew he probably was going to be a few hours more.

As you touched the doorknob you heard a door at the end of the hall open, the familiar scent of citrus and sea wafting over to you as you turned your head. Rhysand stood there, tired but smiling, as you let out a small squeal of happiness and launched yourself towards him.

He caught you with ease, burying his nose into your hair as you wrapped your legs around him and clung to him like a babe. You could feel his rumbling chuckle in your body as he kissed your temple and pulled back to look at you.

"I missed you, darling. Three days is much too long for us." He smirked, licking his lips.

"Any day without you is too long, Rhys." You said softly, caressing his cheek. "Did you see what I'm wearing?"

"It was the second thing I noticed after your smile." Rhys hummed, letting you go so that he could examine you properly. "I think it's so cute that you still think you have to do all these things for my attention, Y/N."

"I want to make sure your eyes and heart are always on me." You grinned. "Just like mine are always on you."

"Darling you've had my attention since the moment I met you. No one else can ever come close to you." He purred, pulling you into a sweet kiss. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you savored him as if it were your first kiss.

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I haven't wrote anything for a hot minute, so here :

Sick! clingy! Mikey x Reader

You were angry at him, but at the same time, you couldn't leave him like this. Mikey was sick, really sick. He was shivering in his bed, whining about how cold he was.

"Well, if you would've just listened to me, and not gone out when you had just taken a shower. We wouldn't be here, would we?"

Your tone when you scolded him was stern, but the way you placed the wet cloth on his forehead, to lower his temperature, was oh so soft. He felt like he could simply melt under your gentle touch.

"If it meant you taking care of me like this, I'd get sick all the time, just to have all your attention on me, heh." :>

"You sure do talk a lot for someone who's sick, Manjiro. Just rest, so you can get better soon."

You mutter, before landing a small peck on his temple. He couldn't help but get shy, no one ever could fluster him, only you had that power. He felt hot, all of the sudden.

"Manjiro, are you okay? Your face is red, are you getting worse?"

You were quick to place the towel again on his forehead, which he quickly brushed your hand off his head. Despite how much his body ached and was sore, he sat up, and took your wrist into his palm before looking directly into your eyes. You didn't notice time passing as you both just...sat there, looking into each other's eyes.

"Are you ok-"

He abruptly cut you off by kissing you. He simply just leaned in and kissed you. Almost as a reflex, your hand reached up, cupping his face and sinking further into the soft sensual kiss.

"Damn, I wanted to kiss so fucking badly, but I didn't wanna get you sick angel. A few kisses won't kill you, right?"

He whispered in a raspy low tone. Your mind melting into mush, you failed to realize Mikey's sneaky moves, he was slowly pushing you against the bed, caging you between his arms.

"Y/n, you're so warm."

He was hugging you against the bed, nowhere to run. His breath fanned your neck because of his rested head on your shoulder. You felt his sweaty body pressed so tightly up to yours. Before he could continue his little romance moment, it dawned on him. A sharp pain right in his lungs. His rough cough caught you off guard as you quickly broke the tight embrace to check his continuously declining health. You quickly tuck him back into bed, wrapping every blanket in sight around him. You glared at him,

"Don't do that again, just stay in bed, you need to get better. That cough sounded really bad."

"I'm fineeee y/n, your kisses make me feel better. I just wanna get closer to you-"

He whined as he was started to get up again before you pushed him down,

"Nope, you're staying here. I'm gonna go get something for you to drink. Stay."

Making your way out of his room and into the kitchen, you were met with his younger sister, Emma.

"Hey Y/n, how's he doing?"

She asked, looking up at you from her phone. She had just finished the chores around the house,

"Don't know, honestly. His temperature is decreasing a little, but his cough is bad."

You mumbled as you filled the kettle with water, you were gonna make him tea.

"Mm, are you making tea?"

She peeked over your shoulder, eyes following your movements, before she smiled,

"The tea you make always tastes so good, how do you do it?"

You shrugged,

"I don't know, you just make tea regularly. I mean, I use honey instead of sugar."

"Huh? Seriously, that's it?

"Yep, life's better when it's simple."

...

"Y/nnnn, I missed you."

Mikey whined when you entered the room after being gone for what seemed like forever. You sat on the edge of the bed,

"Hey Manjiro, can you sit up and drink this, please?"

You held the cup of tea in your palm as you watched Mikey cringe,

"Noooo, Y/n, is that tea? Ewwwww."

"C'mon Manjiro, you have to drink it. It'll make your throat feel better."

He shook his head childishly and crossed his arms. A sigh left your lips, before a thought suddenly popped in your mind. You blew gently at the cup to cool it down, then, you took a sip of the warm liquid.

"Huh what are you do-"

You leaned down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your lips made contact, forcing the tea into his mouth, and finally, he swallowed it. You licked the leftover tea off his lips, and a smile tugged on his face,

"How is it?"

You asked, feeling his hot breath against your lips

"Hmm, it's sweet, just like you. Makes me want more of you, don't mind if I do, I'm kinda of greedy."

-you guys, part 2??

[forsaken-headcanons]

sighs there are so many thoughts in my head so many forsaken thoughts I feel bad for talking here but it's fineeee trust, just ignore me for a while if u need to 👅👅

FORSAKEN AS THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS.

This took me a while to think which characters fit which so it might be a but iffy rn but I'll fix it in the future maybe..

LETS GET THE EASY ONES OUT THE WAY -

Greed - Chance... gambling is normally linked to greed and the desire to want so I feel like it fits a lot

Gluttony - Shed.. do I even need to explain this one?

Wrath - 1x1, wrath is extreme anger - do I need to go on?

Pride - also 1x1 cuz she can be a bit cocky with her voice lines I've realised

now for the ones that I really didn't know er, if anything these are the ones I'm gonna change (these also include some of my other headcanons that I either haven't said here or other people have said so yea)

Envy - Two Time or/and 007n7 - both are different from the other survivors, people are more cautious around them - Two Time being a cultist and 007n7 bring an ex hacker - so I feel like they would be a little envious of the others relationships. Two Time tries to pretend they are not cuz it's yk a sin to feel envy

Lust - I genuinely couldn't really think of anyone for this one - plus I think to think that most characters are aroace so...

Sloth - again couldn't really think of anyone for this but maybe Noob? or Shed? I don't really think it fits either of them so uhh this one I'm definitely gonna need to fix 💔💔

er that's about it yea

-🔪🥩 anon

SEVEN DEADLY SINS MENTIONED!! OOOHHH HOW I LOVE THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

These are all quite fitting, I love this!

[z0mbiewh0re]

Rafe cameron x pogue!reader

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Summary: When the hurricane hit, you had no choice but to seek for shelter from your enemy.

Warnings: smut? Cursing? Mentions of drugs. female!reader.

"Seriously go home before it gets worse."

Kiara said over the phone as you tried to see the road through the foggy and wet windshield.

"Im trying my best but the rain is to heavy and im scared of the slippery road."

You explain as you tried to concentrate.

"Wait what?! Youre driving?! I thought youre walking! Why are you calling me while driving?!"

Kiara says, making you roll your eyes.

"Kie its fine. Im not holding my phone."

You defend yourself but kiara scoffs slightly.

"Just...Park somewhere and ask someone if you can stay by until its over!"

She says.

You groan annoyed.

Right now you were driving on the road of figure 8. As if one off these rich Bastards would let you inside.

But there was no way kie would let you keep driving and you really werent in the mood for kie in her mother role screaming at you.

You groaned again.

"Fineeee! I talk to you later."

You say as you drive onto the nearest driveway and stopped the car.

"Bye, take care."

Kie said and hung up.

You took your Keys as you got out of the car and rushed over to the front door of the house getting absolutely drenched.

You ring the doorbell and a few moments later in opens.

"What are you doing here?"

Rafe cameron asks with a scoff looking you up and down.

Really now? Of all rich Bastards it had to be him?

"Hurricane."

You just say looking up at him.

You where freezing.

Rafe sighs and leans against the doorframe, blocking the entryway.

"You're soaked. You can't come in."

he says, as you shiver in your dripping wet clothes.

"For Real? Youre gonna leave me outside?"

You ask looking at him dumbfounded.

Rafe rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"You think I want you dripping water all over my house?"

he snaps, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Oh yeah how could i forgot your expensive parquet."

You said mocking as you wrapped your Arms around yourself.

Rafe just smirks.

"Whatever. Your clothes are soaked. I'm not having you ruin my carpet."

He said enjoying your annoyed look.

"Oh of course. Not the parquet. The carpet."

You huff annoyed.

You keep your eyes locked with his but his expression doesnt changes making you groan again.

"Fine..."

You just mumble sitting down on the stair with your back turned to him.

"Fine?"

he repeats questioningly.

"You're seriously going to try and stay outside?"

He asks, almost as if he doesn't believe you.

"Who's fault is that?!"

You snap annoyed as the water from your hair drops down on the ground.

"Yours."

he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying your irritation.

"Why are you being such a pain about this? Just go sit in your car and wait it out like a normal person."

Rafe says as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wait in my car?! Cameron thats exactly what the news said not to do."

You said turning your gaze to him.

"So instead you decide to invade my house? What a better idea."

he retorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

"Oh my god..."

You mutter shaking your head at his behaivor.

"What are you muttering about?"

Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow slightly at your quiet mumbling.

"About you being an asshole like always!"

You snap.

"I'm an asshole? You're the one who decided to show up unannounced at my house and expect to be let in."

He spits out, his annoyance growing by the second.

"I didnt know this is your house!"

You defend yourself.

"Well, maybe if you had better eyesight you would've seen the sign at the bottom of the driveway."

he says, his tone laced with snark.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Look, just stop arguing with me and go sit on the couch. It's better than getting pneumonia sitting out in the storm."

He says as his voice surprisingly softens.

"But im gonna ruin your ugly ass carpet."

You say in a mocking tone as you stand up.

"My ugly ass carpet costs over $20,000, princess,"

he retorts.

"Doesnt change the fact that its ugly."

You say walking past him looking him up and down.

"Just like your shirt."

You say before walking over to the couch and sit down.

"This is Prada."

he replies, glancing down at his shirt.

"Your little Pogue friends don't wear things like this, do they? Just another reminder that we're in different tax brackets."

he smirks.

"Fuck off."

You scoff taking of your shoes.

"Such a potty mouth, princess."

He teases, as he took your shoes and set them aside.

You roll your eyes as he called you 'princess'.

"You really think youre so much better than us huh?"

You ask looking up at him as he sat down next to you.

"Oh, I know I'm better than you, princess,"

he says, his tone dripping with condescension.

"I come from money, I have nice things, and I get anything I want, when I want it. What do you have? A ratty house on the Cut, Pogue friends, and a daddy who spends most of his time in a drunken stupor?"

He says giving you a dirty grin. He enjoyed this way to much.

"money or not. at least someone loves me. You will die alone at 30 because you did too much coke."

You say as his grin flatters, his irritation increasing.

"I think you need to learn to shut your damn mouth before I find something to stuff in it." he retorts as he glares down at you.

You look up at him trying not to laugh at the way that sounded.

Rafe catches your reaction and raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes note of the suppressed laughing. His irritation is quickly replaced with curiosity.

"What's so funny, princess?"

he asks, his tone now holding a hint of mockery.

You laugh.

"Find something to stuff into my mouth? Really?"

You say while laughing.

He raises his eyebrows as a smirk playd over his lips.

"You like the idea of me stuffing something into your mouth, hmm?"

He asks as he laid a hand on your thigh.

"When did i say that?"

You ask looking down at his hand.

"You dont need to say a word. Youre dying for me to touch you. I bet you would love it when i shove something down your throat. You would beg for it wouldnt you?"

He whisperes as he ran his fingertips along the inside of your thigh.

"In your dreams. As if i would let you closer than thi-"

You started but he smashed his lips against yours.

"Shut up would you?"

He mumbles against your lips as he takes your chin in his hand to make you look up at him.

"If you keep saying you dont want me close to you, youre lying to yourself. So why dont you just act like a good obedient girl and tell me that you want me to fuck you?"

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[starrywyatt]

chapter 10: oh so you do kiss famous, brunette girls?

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

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"fuck off" she jokingly pushes my shoulder and in the process almost knocks herself off the bench, i grab her arm and pull her back onto the bench. we're now inches away and i see her look down to my lips and something over takes me. i don't know where it comes from, but i kiss her. i kiss madison...

our lips connect and waiting to see if she reciprocated the kiss felt like years. but after a couple seconds, she settles into the kiss and kisses me back. my brain is literally screaming at me, what is happening?! we pull away and she's smiling, thank god. "oh so you do kiss famous, brunette girls?" she smirks and it takes me a second to realise she's referencing the 100 vs 1 video where i explained my type. "if i'm desperate i do" i joke and her jaw drops. "so rude" she says and we both laugh. madison looks at me and i can tell she wants to kiss again, i raise my eyebrows, silently asking the question and she just nods and leans in.

madison's pov:

this kiss lasts a bit longer but i have to pull away as the butterflies in my stomach are so intense, i feel like i could throw up or maybe that's the alcohol.... i pull away. "george, i think i'm going to be sick" i say, panicking slightly. "i tend to have that effect unfortunately" he says jokingly. "no, like right now" i say, walking over to the corner and leaning down. i feel george move behind me and hold my hair back and gently rub my back up and down. "you're okay, just get it out" he says and i'm sick about three times before i turn around. "sorry" i say and tears begin to form in my eyes. "what? don't be sorry, it's okay. you have drank quite a lot" he laughs and we sit down again and he quickly goes inside to get me a water. "thank you" i say as i sip the water. "do you want my jacket?" he asks. "yes please" i smile. the tiny dress seemed like a good idea earlier but not so much now. "do you want to go home?" he asks and i nod. "but we can't. people are still here" i say. "we've been out here so long it's actually 3am now" george laughs, showing me his phone. "oops" i laugh. i feel a bit better so we walk back inside and most people have left the club by now. "there you are! i wondered where you went. nice jacket" abi comes rushing over, smirking. "i was sick" i say giving her a sarcastic thumbs up. "oh no" she sighs. "i'm fine now but drank a bit too much" i smile. "good job you don't have a show tomorrow" george laughs. a member of the bar staff comes over and informs us that clear up of the venue is included in our hire price so we thankfully get to leave.

i still couldn't believe george had done all that for me in the first place, i truly felt like the luckiest girl alive right now. we walk back to the main street and call our separate ubers. thankfully due to my sickness, everyone agreed i probably shouldn't be left alone and naturally, abi wanted to go back with chris so it gave me a good excuse to head back with them and george. we hug everyone goodbye and chris and abi get a seperate uber and me, george and arthur take another as we couldn't all fit in one. "are you sure you're okay taking her?" abi asks, referring to me. "as long as she's not sick on me, it's fine" george laughs. "i'm fineeee" i moan, dragging out the e's. abigail just laughs before heading into her uber with chris.

i get in the back with george and arthur sits in the front. arthur makes good conversation with the driver as always and i turn to george. "we're so naughty" i laugh like a child, referring to the kiss earlier. "shh" george laughs, putting his finger to lips and i drunkenly reciprocate the action. i sat in the middle so i could be next to george. he didn't seem to mind, but it was a bit silly to do in front of arthur but oh well we can blame the alcohol. i start to feel my eyes getting heavy, so i go to rest my head on george's shoulder. "hang on" he says, holding me up briefly, so he can move his arm to go behind me and i can cuddle into his side. it was very comfy, so comfy that i slept the rest of the 20 minute uber journey home. "madi, come on. we're back" george nudges me to wake up. i groggily rub my eyes and sit up. arthur looks slightly confused at our previous position so i give him some affection too so he's not suspicious and think it's just drunkenness. i hook my arm round his as we walk into the flat building. "we played the o2 today" i giggle, the alcohol still very much in my system. "i know, mental isn't it?" he says and i nod.

we make it upstairs to the flat and george unlocks the door, letting me and arthur in before him. "where you gonna sleep?" arthur asks me and i just do a dramatic shrug. my drunken brain not functioning well enough to think of a lie. "i'll probably just let her have my bed again and i'll sleep on the sofa or the floor" george says. "what a gentleman! wait, the floor? you could stay in my bed and we can top and tail" arthur jokes, talking to george. "you almost had me, but then the top and tail part threw me off. i like to sleep NEXT to my lovers" george jokes. "can i go to bed please?" i ask, whining like a child. "yes, come on i'll sort my room out" george says. "alright, night guys" arthur says, going into his room. we make it inside and i sit on george's bed. i see him getting the spare duvet out. "you are just going to sleep in the bed too, right?" i ask. "well i wasn't sure you'd want me to. i wasn't just going to assume" he says. "george, i literally kissed you" i laugh, still very drunk. "yeah, but doesn't mean you're contractually obliged to be in more close proximity to me if you don't want to. i wasn't going to assume, plus you're drunk and i don't want sick all over me" he explains and i can't believe how sweet he was being and not forcing me into anything. "it's okay, i'd like you to sleep in the bed with me" i smile. "MY bed actually" he corrects me sarcastically.

"oh no! i don't have bed clothes" i sigh dramatically. "bed clothes? you mean pyjamas!" he laughs. "whatever! you know what i meant" i sigh again. "well, luckily for you i do own clothes" george says, walking over to his wardrobe. "you go brush your teeth and i'll find you some clothes" he says and i walk into his ensuite. "i need a toothbrush!" i call out. and he tells me there's a spare in the bottom drawer. i make sure to choose the bright pink one to leave my mark. 

"here's a tshirt and it might have to be boxers on the bottom because my shorts will be too big" he explains, grabbing clothes from his wardrobe. "ew, your sweaty ballsack boxers!" i jokingly gag. "they've obviously been cleaned you idiot" he laughs. "okay good" i say and take the clothes off him. "thank you" i say and give him a peck on the lips, nothing more just a peck but i can tell it catches him off guard. "i'll go toilet and brush my teeth, you get changed" so i did just that, i kept my underwear on at first but then realised sleeping in a bra would be too uncomfortable so had to go without it which i was slightly nervous for but the state i'm in, i'll be falling straight to sleep.

"i'm done" i call out to george, before diving into his bed. "on my side again!" he sighs. "oops" i smile innocently. he gets into bed next to me and then starts nervously shifting around and i can tell somethings wrong and suddenly he begins to fiddle with the bottom of his tshirt and he notices me looking. "i, um normally sleep without my tshirt on, is that okay?" he asks and for some reason seems nervous. "yeah that's fine" i say and in my drunken state become unaware of the fact i am staring at him, so i quickly look away but oh my god. his abs, it was hard not too look. "sorry, i just get really hot" he laughs and i assure him it was more than okay but then i realised i was probably being weird and needed to stop.

we both lay down, next to each other with a normal distance between us. i had been sipping water since we got back and thankfully was slowly sobering up now. "thank you for tonight" i roll over to face george and he does the same. "you're more than welcome. i hope you enjoyed it?" he asks. "i loved it. i had so much fun for many reasons" i laugh and look down. "oh really? i wonder why" he jokes. "i wonder" we both laugh. "you were okay with everything today right? like i didn't make it weird?" he asks and i move closer to him. "you did the opposite of that. you did what i would never had had the balls to do. i thought you just saw me as a friend!" i laugh. "well, i mean i did. but like i don't know, an extra special friend" he shrugs. "to be fair, you do kiss all your special friends i mean arthur tv and chris have both had a piece" i joke. "we're thinking of two different kinds of special, i think" george says. "yeah maybe you're right" i sigh. "you were very good on stage tonight though, so you deserved the celebration. you couldn't even tell you were nervous" george smiles. "i feel like that's a lie but i'll take it" i laugh. "no genuinely you were a natural" he smiles."well, thank you. that's very kind" i smile and move even closer so i'm now laying on george. "i think we should sleep" george suggests and we see it's almost 5am. "yeah, good idea." i laugh. "good night clarkey" i say. "good night madi" he says and i quickly connect our lips and we kiss for a few seconds and i fall asleep with the biggest smile on my face that morning.

i wake up about 7 hours later and george is still fast asleep. i can't help but smile as i realise my current situation, cuddled up into the side of a topless george clarke in his bed after kissing him last night. i slowly reach across to his night stand and grab my phone. i decide to make a post dedicated to last night's show and the after party.

after i make the post, i see george has added to his story so i click on it...

the grin across my face spread even further. the story was so cute. i begin to feel george stir underneath me and worried i'd woke him up but his eyes slowly open and he stares down at me. "morning" i half laugh at his sleepy state. he rubs his eyes, "afternoon" he jokes. "your story was cute" i smile at him. "what story? ohh, that one" he laughs, sitting up slightly dragging my body up with him. "i tried" he smirks. he grabs his phone and asks if i have any plans today. "no, thankfully most days i don't have shows from now on are days off" i explain. "i guess i'm not gonna see much of you now" he says and i hadn't even thought that far ahead. "oh no, i guess not" i frown. "i mean one more night in london tomorrow and i go to bristol at some point" i explain. "i guess i can fit in a trip back home" he says. "yayy" i smile and george laughs at my child-like excitement, pulling me in closer and kissing my forehead and my smile literally reaches my ears. "your morning hair is cute" i say, patting the curls on top of his head. "ew no, it's like flat and weird" he says, trying to fix it. "nooo, i like it like that" i whine.

"do we agree not to tell anyone about last night?" i say and george agrees and i hope it's not the last time this happens. i know george isn't a player but part of me deep down is scared it maybe didn't mean anything. i know it's just my doubts talking but it's awkward territory as of right now. "i'll just say i slept on the floor again?" he asks and i agree. we both go to the bathroom to brush our teeth. i reach for the toothbrush i left on the side last night. "may as well leave it in the pot" george says and i smirk. "oh, you think i'll be back again" "yes, because every time we go out you're never sober enough to take care of yourself and plus if you don't the next girl here can use it" and i realise i can't really come back from that so i just start brushing my teeth.

when i finish, i change back into my clothes from yesterday as it looks a bit sus if i walk out in george's clothes. i walk out whilst george is still brushing his teeth. "oh good morning, you look in a much better state than you were last night" arthur laughs from the kitchen as he's making his coffee. "thank you" i laugh. "how crazy was it though?" i say, sitting opposite arthur and we debrief the night. "and we get to do it like 20 more times!" i say and arthur cheers. george walks out of his room and i smile at him as he walks over. "morning clarkey, thank you for last night" arthur says and him and george do some handshake thing only men understand.

shortly after, abigail and chris wake up and we sit and talk a bit more. we decide it's time to head back to the flat as abigail began filming for a movie tomorrow and i had to prepare for another performance and i hadn't got much sleep the night before and the alcohol had caught up to me.

we finally arrive back at the flat and both of us crash on the sofa. "how's chris?" i tease her. "he's gooddd. things are going really well, we're exclusive now!" she tells me and i can see how excited she is. "omg, that's amazing!" i say. "crazy how going on max's podcast has caused this, you're welcome!" i laugh. "i mean i guess i do have you to thank" she rolls her eyes sarcastically. "however, you did get a crush on george out of all this too" she smirks. "lies" i smirk. "you're the liar! i can't believe he's not made a move yet, it's so obvious he likes you too" abi shrugs. i really want to tell her but i also want to respect george and i feel like there's no real explanation for last night so i just keep quiet for now until there's actually something to tell. we end up watching a couple more episodes of modern family before deciding to head to bed.

i hadn't heard from george since i left, so i decide to text him goodnight.