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hii darlinggg <33 i wanted to request a charles x reader x carlos, with the reader being a piastri (they are ICONIC), maybe oscar's twin?? and could you make her be a uni student?? maybe psychology, or medicine, or whatever you want haha <33 you can choose if carlos and charles were already together before meeting reader or not, it's totally up to you!!

i absolutely love everything you write, i'm OBSESSED with your poly fics, and i'm a ferrari girll (not over the charlos divorce yet 💔💔)

thank you soo much, and i hope you have fun writing this 🤍🫶

fixes and stitches — cs55 + cl16

smau + written blurbs

carlos sainz x !resident doctor piastri reader x charles leclerc

you’ve survived 28-hour shifts, impossible attendings, and enough sleepless nights to earn a permanent spot in the on-call room. but nothing in your medical training prepared you for carlos sainz limping into your hospital with appendicitis and a flirtatious grin.

he is dramatic, charming, and entirely too good-looking for someone insisting he’s dying. you roll your eyes, call for an OR, and write him off as just another difficult patient. but he’s not. he remembers your name. he bribes the nurses for your schedule. he asks if you believe in fate — while still in a hospital gown.

you think that’s the end of it. until his friend, charles leclerc, shows up to visit and does something worse than flirt — he actually makes you blush.

now both drivers are suddenly everywhere — in your hospital, your texts, your thoughts. and somewhere between midnight trauma cases and morning coffee rounds, you realize this might be more than just a passing infatuation.

because they don’t want you to choose. they want you — together.

and for the first time in a long time, you’re thinking about something other than survival.

you’re thinking about love.

fc : jazmyn makenna

(a/n) : HIIIII LOVE<3 decided to surprise you and put this out earlier than expected. you have always been such a support for me on this blog and i love you so much, and i am not over the charlos divorce either so in this- the divorce never happened!!! YAYAYAYAYAY

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—

You were halfway through a stale protein bar in the break room when your pager buzzed. Again.

ER - High priority surgical consult.

30-year-old male, acute abdominal pain, nausea, fever.

You groaned, tossed the rest of the bar in the trash, and grabbed your white coat. Appendicitis, probably. Or food poisoning. Either way, it was shaping up to be another long night.

You pushed through the double doors of the ER and immediately spotted the commotion.

Not because of the patient — but because two people were arguing in rapid Spanish over what sounded like medical decisions neither of them were qualified to make.

“Se lo dije, Carlos! ¡Te dije que no comieras esa carne!”

“Papá, no fue la carne, por el amor de Dios—”

You blinked. The younger man clutching his side looked vaguely familiar. Sharp jaw, tousled hair, designer sweatpants stained with what looked like iced coffee. He was hunched over, clearly in pain — but still arguing.

The older man beside him was pacing dramatically, throwing his hands up.

You glanced at the chart handed to you by the ER nurse.

SAINZ, Carlos.

…Oh.

You sighed.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Piastri. Let’s dial down the family drama for a second and talk about your pain.”

Both men stopped mid-sentence and turned to you. Carlos blinked slowly, eyes wide.

“Are you the surgeon?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“I’m the resident covering consults tonight,” you replied, setting down your clipboard. “But if this is what I think it is, you’re stuck with me until morning. So let’s make it easy for both of us, yeah?”

Carlos gave a weak smile. “I think I’m dying.”

“You’re not.”

“But it really hurts,” he whined, pressing a hand to his lower right abdomen. “Like, I might never drive again.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you said, already snapping on gloves. “Lie back, shirt up. We’re going to do an exam and then get you into imaging.”

Carlos’s father stepped forward. “Are you sure this is appendicitis? He said he had a protein shake earlier, maybe it’s—”

“Mr. Sainz,” you interrupted gently but firmly, “I’m going to take very good care of your son. But right now, I need space to do my job.”

He opened his mouth, paused… then gave you a slow, reluctant nod.

Carlos watched the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes, even through the pain. “Wow. You scared him.”

“I didn’t scare him,” you muttered, palpating his abdomen carefully. “You’re just used to people doing what you want.”

“Ow—there! Right there, oh my God.”

“McBurney’s point tenderness,” you said aloud, nodding to yourself. “Classic presentation.”

“You’re just making up words to distract me.”

“Nope,” you replied, already ordering the CT scan. “I think we’re dealing with a ticking time bomb of an appendix. Good news is, I’ve done this a hundred times. Bad news is, you’re not getting out of here tonight.”

He gave a soft groan and let his head drop back against the pillow. “Perfect. Just what I needed during race prep week.”

You glanced at him. “Race prep?”

“I’m Carlos Sainz,” he said, almost sheepishly.

“I figured that out five minutes ago.”

“Wow, that hurts more than the appendix.”

You smiled despite yourself. “You’ll survive.”

Carlos peered up at you with a boyish grin, even as sweat clung to his brow. “You’re very calm. Most people panic when they see me.”

“Yeah? Well, I’ve seen a man try to pull out his own catheter before lunch, so your ego doesn’t really scare me.”

His father stifled a laugh from the corner.

“I like you, doctor,” Carlos murmured as the nurse wheeled his bed toward the CT suite.

You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t flirt with me while you’re actively inflamed.”

He gave a small salute. “I’m a multitasker.”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help the twitch of a smile tugging at your lips.

—

You slipped off your surgical cap as you exited the OR, sighing into the quiet hallway. The appendectomy had gone smoothly — standard laparoscopy, no complications, no rupture. Carlos Sainz would live to complain another day.

You scanned the waiting area and spotted Carlos Sainz Sr. still pacing like a man who had just sent his only child to war. He stopped mid-stride when he saw you.

“Doctor,” he said, standing up sharply. “Is he—?”

“He’s fine,” you reassured gently, tugging down your mask. “Appendix is out, no rupture, and he’s in recovery now. You can go see him in about thirty minutes once he’s more awake.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire hour.

“Gracias, doctora,” he said, visibly softening. “Thank you. Truly.”

You gave a tired but sincere smile. “I’m glad I could help. He’s going to be groggy, a little dramatic, maybe emotional.”

“So… normal, then.”

You snorted, and he gave you a knowing smile before stepping aside to make a call.

You were halfway through updating his chart when you heard quick footsteps behind you — sneakers against tile, purposeful but confused.

“Sorry — uh, excuse me, I’m looking for Carlos Sainz? I heard he had surgery?”

You turned around — and froze. Charles Leclerc.

Brown hair slightly tousled, hoodie slung over one shoulder, brows furrowed in genuine concern. You registered the dimples and the eyelashes before you caught yourself staring.

“He’s in post-op,” you said calmly, though your brain was already short-circuiting. “I’m Dr. Piastri. I just did his surgery.”

“You’re—you’re his doctor?” Charles asked, blinking.

“That’s usually what it means when someone wears a white coat,” you replied dryly.

He gave a short, breathy laugh, and then something flickered across his face — realization.

“Wait,” he said, voice low. “Are you… Oscar’s sister?”

You tilted your head. “Yes?”

Charles blinked. “We race together.”

“Oh,” you said, lips twitching into a grin. “Then yes. Twin sister, actually.”

Charles let out a small, dazed laugh. “Merde. That explains a lot.”

You quirked a brow. “Like what?”

“The sarcasm. The whole ‘you terrify me but I want to impress you anyway’ vibe. It’s very… Piastri.”

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips. “Come on. Carlos is probably waking up by now. You can see him — just don’t encourage his nonsense.”

Charles chuckled. “No promises.”

You walked the hallway side-by-side, the silence not uncomfortable but full of energy — like neither of you could stop thinking about what the other had said.

“Do you know if he’s in pain?” Charles asked softly as you neared the recovery suite.

“He’s on the good drugs,” you said with a smirk. “Don’t expect coherent conversation.”

Charles chuckled. “That might be an improvement.”

You pushed open the door to Carlos’ room, where he was propped up on pillows, eyes half-lidded but very much awake — and grinning like a schoolboy when he saw you.

“Mi doctoraaa,” he sang out, voice gravelly and slow. “You came back.”

“I literally just saved your life,” you deadpanned. “Let’s not act like I abandoned you for days.”

“You’re even prettier post-surgery,” he whispered. “And I don’t say that to just any surgeon.”

“She’s Oscar’s twin,” Charles offered, just to see what would happen.

Carlos froze, mid-blink.

“…Oscar Piastri?” he croaked.

“Yes,” you said, smoothing out his chart. “That Oscar.”

Carlos turned his head dramatically. “I’m never going to be allowed to live this down.”

“Especially not when the anesthesia wears off,” you replied sweetly.

Carlos reached out and attempted to grab your hand with surprising determination. “Don’t leave. You’ve got magical hands.”

You fought the smile creeping onto your face and cleared your throat. “Okay. Vitals are good, no fever. You’ll be a bit sore, but the recovery should be smooth.”

Charles choked on a laugh beside you. “You’re high.”

Carlos squinted at him. “You’re just mad I got to her first.”

“She cut you open,” Charles deadpanned.

“And I’ve never felt more alive.”

Carlos sighed dreamily. “Do you do house calls?”

“Not for whiny drivers.”

“She’s so mean,” Carlos muttered. “I love it.”

Charles looked at you, shaking his head. “Can I walk you out? Before he starts quoting poetry or proposing marriage?”

“I’m right here,” Carlos said.

“And that’s the problem,” Charles muttered under his breath.

You fought back a laugh and nodded. “Sure.”

As you stepped into the hallway, Charles glanced over, smiling. “Oscar didn’t mention you were this impressive.”

“He doesn’t like to share the spotlight,” you teased.

Charles raised a brow. “He might have to. You kind of stole mine.”

You paused, looking up at him. “You’re not going to start flirting too, are you?”

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said with a shrug. “But now I’m reconsidering.”

You turned to keep walking, but not before he added — casually, like it meant nothing:

“For the record… if Carlos wants to fight for you, he’ll have to go through me.”

—

“Patient is stable, tolerating solid foods, pain under control…”

You scribbled the final notes on Carlos’s discharge summary, tucking the chart under your arm as you pushed open the door to his room one last time. He was already sitting on the edge of the bed in his Ferrari hoodie, swinging his legs like an overgrown kid waiting for recess.

“Doctor,” he said dramatically. “We meet again.”

“You’ve seen me five times today.”

“And yet it’s never enough.”

You rolled your eyes as you scanned the final vitals on the monitor. “You’re all set. Vitals look good. I’m clearing you for discharge. No driving, no training, no heavy lifting for at least a week.”

Carlos put a hand to his heart. “No lifting? How will I carry the weight of my feelings for you?”

You deadpan stared at him. “You can keep that line for some supermodel. Not for your surgeon.”

Before he could reply, there was a quick knock on the door — and in strolled Charles, fresh-faced in a crisp white tee and a leather jacket, sunglasses perched on his head like he was walking into a magazine shoot instead of a hospital room.

“Ready to go, drama king?” Charles asked.

Carlos grinned. “My chariot has arrived.”

You nodded to Charles. “Perfect timing. He’s officially your problem again.”

“I’d rather take you and leave him here,” Charles said smoothly.

You looked between them with an amused shake of your head. “You two are impossible.”

Carlos stood — slowly — wincing a little as he adjusted his posture. “I’ve already packed. Charles just has to carry my stuff. Y’know, since I’m fragile.”

“Very fragile,” you agreed. “Emotionally, especially.”

Charles snorted and picked up Carlos’s overnight bag. “You sure he’s not supposed to stay one more night?”

You handed Carlos a printed packet of aftercare instructions. “As tempting as it is to keep him, I think the nurses are at their limit.”

“I’m charming,” Carlos protested.

“You tried to trade an autograph for extra jello.”

“And it almost worked.”

Charles looked at you, biting back a smile. “Hey, we wanted to ask you something.”

Your brows lifted. “What?”

Carlos straightened, suddenly looking very serious for someone in compression socks. “We have a race in Austria next weekend.”

You blinked. “Okay…”

Charles stepped in. “We were wondering if you’d want to come. As our guest.”

You stared between them.

Carlos shrugged, adding softly, “You kind of saved my life. Least we can do is show you what ours looks like.”

Charles’s voice was a little gentler now. “We know Oscar’s your brother and it might be weird, but… we’d really like you there.”

Your heart did something strange and fluttery in your chest.

You cleared your throat. “You want me at a Formula 1 race?”

“Not as a doctor,” Carlos said, smiling. “Just as you.”

Charles nodded. “Let us show you our world for a bit.”

You hesitated, shifting your weight.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything,” Charles added quickly. “Just sit on the pit wall, hang out. We’ll handle the rest.”

Carlos gave you a boyish grin. “Plus, I’ll behave. Promise. I’ll even stop asking you to take my pulse every time I see you.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, fighting a smile.

“But he’s sweet,” Charles said, eyes twinkling.

You exhaled slowly. “Alright. Fine. One race.”

Carlos threw both arms up — and immediately winced. “Victory!”

Charles just looked quietly pleased.

You pointed at Carlos. “Follow your post-op instructions or I’m revoking the invite.”

“Yes, Doctor,” he said with mock solemnity.

You gave them one last smile and turned to leave, but paused in the doorway.

“One condition.”

They both perked up.

“If my brother finds out from anyone but me, I will sedate both of you. Permanently.”

Carlos grinned. “Deal.”

Charles winked. “We’d rather he hear it from you anyway.”

You rolled your eyes and walked out, heat rising to your cheeks — completely unaware that both of them were already planning how to make Austria unforgettable.

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oscarpiastri : no she was born to make me miserable

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dr_ynpiastri : you will always be my fave mclaren driver 😇

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You weren’t entirely sure how it happened — one minute you were doing post-op checks, and the next you were being escorted through the private terminal at Nice Airport, boarding a jet with two overly smug drivers and an overnight bag.

Charles had grabbed your bag before you could stop him, tossing it effortlessly onto the plane. Carlos had already claimed the window seat and was scrolling through a playlist titled For My Favorite Doctor — which, if the brief preview was anything to go by, was just romantic Spanish ballads and ABBA.

“So this is what luxury kidnapping feels like,” you murmured as you climbed aboard.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Charles grinned, helping you into the seat across from him. “We brought snacks.”

Carlos leaned over, holding up a heart-shaped tin. “Gingerbread. For stress relief.”

“That’s for her stress relief?” Charles asked. “You’re the one who made us stop twice before takeoff to check if you packed enough vitamins.”

“She’s a doctor. I’m just trying to impress her with my commitment to recovery,” Carlos said, flashing you a grin. “And charm.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think gingerbread and multivitamins are charming?”

Carlos smirked. “It worked last time.”

Charles rolled his eyes, then turned to you, voice a little softer. “How are you feeling? About the weekend?”

You hesitated. “Nervous. Mostly about seeing Oscar.”

Carlos and Charles exchanged a look.

“Don’t worry,” Charles said, reaching for your hand briefly before pulling back like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. “We’ll deal with him. You’re here as our guest.”

“And you can always hide behind me,” Carlos added. “I’m taller. And funnier.”

“I’m a trained surgeon,” you said dryly. “I think I’ll survive a passive-aggressive twin moment.”

Still, their protectiveness made your chest flutter.

Once in the air, the three of you settled into an easy rhythm — a game of cards, some music, laughter spilling between sips of espresso and quiet looks that lasted just a beat too long.

At one point, Charles dozed off, slouched comfortably in the seat next to yours, head tilted toward your shoulder. Carlos gave you a look from across the aisle.

“You’re letting him sleep on you already?” he teased. “He didn’t even buy you coffee.”

You whispered back, “He carried my bag. It’s called balance.”

Carlos snorted. “I would’ve carried you.”

The heat rose to your cheeks before you could stop it. You turned toward the window.

Outside, the sky was cotton-candy pink and gold. Inside, the air was charged in a way you didn’t quite know how to name — soft, and slow-burning, and somehow safe.

Charles shifted slightly in his sleep, his fingers brushing yours, and you glanced across at Carlos — who was watching you with a smile that said he saw everything and didn’t mind one bit.

You were heading into unfamiliar territory — race weekends, your brother’s disapproval, and a whole world of feelings that you definitely didn’t have time for. But in that quiet moment, above the clouds with both of them beside you, it didn’t feel like pressure. It just felt like possibility.

—

Oscar was not easily rattled. He’d raced in downpours, survived backmarkers on cold tires, and been media trained since he was twelve.

But nothing — nothing — could have prepared him for the betrayal that unfolded in front of the McLaren hospitality unit on Friday morning.

“Mate,” Lando whispered from beside him, tapping his elbow. “Don’t look now, but I think your sister’s defected.”

Oscar turned — and his soul left his body. There you were. In full Ferrari gear. Cropped red team polo. Black sunglasses. Laughing — laughing — at something Carlos said while Charles handed you a water bottle like he’d been doing it his whole life.

You were standing between them like it was the most normal thing in the world. Carlos had one hand on your lower back. Charles kept leaning in way too close when he spoke. You looked… happy. Oscar blinked. Slowly.

“No,” he said flatly. “Nope.”

“Wow,” Lando muttered, clearly delighted. “She even has the drivers. That’s commitment.”

Oscar stormed across the paddock like a man on a mission. The kind of mission that involved calling your mother and possibly hiring a private investigator.

“YN,” he called, voice sharp.

You turned around, mid-laugh, and froze. “Oh. Hey, Oscar.”

Carlos and Charles both smiled — like they weren’t standing there with full intent to ruin your twin’s emotional stability.

Oscar blinked again. “Are you seriously wearing red? In public?”

You looked down at your shirt. “It’s a good color on me.”

“You’re my twin. You’re supposed to be neutral!”

Carlos shrugged. “She looks great. I encouraged it.”

Charles added, very helpfully, “It was my idea, actually.”

Oscar turned to you, eyes narrowed. “You said you were just visiting.”

“I am,” you said innocently.

“With them?” He gestured wildly. “Together?!”

Carlos grinned. “Technically, she flew in with us.”

Charles smirked. “And stayed at the same hotel.”

Oscar looked like he was about to explode. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m not sleeping with them,” you said.

Silence.

Carlos looked at Charles. Charles raised an eyebrow.

“…yet,” you added under your breath.

Oscar threw his hands in the air.

Lando, from behind him, burst out laughing. “This is the best day of my life.”

“You’re both older than me,” Oscar ranted at Carlos and Charles. “This is weird. This is criminal. You’re both criminals.”

Carlos patted his shoulder. “Relax, hermano. She’s in good hands.”

Oscar glared. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Oscar—”

“Nope,” he said, stepping back. “I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I’m going to pretend none of this is happening.”

He turned on his heel and stormed off, mumbling something about changing his last name and “family betrayal.” You looked at Carlos and Charles, who both looked smug.

“Was that too much?” you asked.

Charles smiled. “Absolutely not.”

Carlos grinned. “I’ve never been more in love.”

—

The car that picked you up from the hotel wasn’t red or flashy. It was understated. Elegant. Private. The kind of quiet wealth that didn’t need to shout.

Carlos opened the door with a wink. “Mademoiselle.”

Charles slid over to make room. “You’re late. We’ve been spiraling.”

“You were literally ten minutes early,” you laughed.

“You said to dress like trouble,” you added, sliding in between them. “I needed time to live up to that.”

Carlos looked you up and down — slowly, reverently — then turned to Charles. “We’re in trouble.”

They took you to a tucked-away restaurant outside the city. No fans. No noise. Just warm lights, string music playing faintly, and a private terrace reserved just for the three of you.

The view stretched over vineyards and rolling hills. Lanterns flickered softly on the table.

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this is—”

“Too much?” Charles asked, suddenly shy.

“Perfect,” you said, before he could second-guess.

Carlos pulled out your chair, grinning. “We weren’t sure if you liked grand gestures.”

“I’m a surgeon,” you said, eyes twinkling. “My entire life is pressure. This? This is nice.”

Dinner was soft and slow — three courses, too much wine, Carlos feeding you a bite of dessert like he wasn’t being a menace about it, Charles tracing little patterns on the back of your hand when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

At one point, you caught both of them watching you at the same time. Not in a creepy way. Just… intent.

Like they couldn’t believe you were real.

“What?” you asked, smiling.

Carlos leaned back in his chair. “We’ve liked you since the hospital.”

Charles added, “And we don’t usually do this. Together.”

“Date people?” you asked, heartbeat quickening.

“Fall this hard,” Carlos said quietly.

You blinked.

Silence sat between you, warm and full of something.

“I didn’t expect this,” you admitted.

Charles leaned in, voice gentle. “Does that mean you don’t want it?”

You looked at him. At Carlos. At the candlelight reflecting in both of their eyes.

“I think,” you said slowly, “that I want everything this could be.”

Carlos reached for your hand. Charles reached for the other. And just like that — without fanfare or labels— you realized—You were already theirs.

—

You woke up warm. The kind of warm that came not just from the sun filtering in through hotel curtains, but from the bodies tucked on either side of you — your boys, still half-asleep, breathing slow and steady like nothing else existed.

Carlos was curled in behind you, one arm slung lazily over your waist, his fingers still faintly twitching like he’d fallen asleep mid-thought. Charles was sprawled on the other side, shirtless and sun-kissed, his hand resting just above your knee where it had been all night — like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.

You blinked blearily at the soft light dancing across the sheets, trying to remember what time it was. What day. If the world outside this bed still existed. Then Charles stirred.

He made a soft, gravelly noise in his throat and peeked one eye open, smile blooming the moment he saw you watching him.

“Good morning, trouble,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you said softly, voice still sleep laced.

Carlos nuzzled into your neck from behind. “You’re both too loud,” he mumbled, and you felt his smile against your skin. “Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago,” you murmured, running a lazy hand through his hair.

“That was before you moved and took the blanket with you,” he groaned.

Charles shifted, pushing himself up on one elbow to look at you fully. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded, glancing between them. “I think I forgot what sleeping through the night felt like.”

Carlos hummed behind you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your shoulder. “Must be the company.”

Charles leaned in too, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or the mattress. But I’m going to pretend it was us.”

The three of you laid there for a while, wrapped in the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. It wasn’t awkward or heavy. It just… was. Safe. Golden. Real.

“You know this is going to cause a meltdown when Oscar finds out, right?” you said eventually, one eyebrow raised.

Charles grinned. “Pretty sure he already suspects something. He side-eyed me in the paddock yesterday like I kicked his puppy.”

Carlos chuckled, voice still hoarse. “He saw me barely touch you and audibly groaned.”

“Should we tell him?” you asked.

Carlos snorted. “Let him suffer.”

Charles shrugged. “Maybe not today.”

You sighed, letting your head fall back on the pillow between them. “So what happens now?”

Carlos leaned over and kissed your temple. “Now?”

Charles smiled, lacing his fingers with yours under the covers.

“We take things slow,” he murmured. “And eat breakfast.”

Carlos grinned. “And then maybe kiss you again.”

You rolled your eyes. “You guys suck at slow.”

“Good thing you like fast,” Carlos said, pulling you closer.

And as Charles kissed your shoulder and you sank further into the sheets between them, you realized something— You really, really did.

—

The hotel room was quiet — warm with sunlight and lazy laughter. You were tucked beneath Charles’ hoodie, perched on the edge of the bed with Carlos beside you, flipping through room service options and making a dramatic case for ordering chocolate croissants. Charles was sprawled out across the pillows, bare-chested and half-asleep, casually reaching for your hand while scrolling through his phone.

It was peaceful. Until the door opened. Not knocked. Opened.

Oscar stepped inside with the exact energy of a man who had seen just enough on social media to give him a bad feeling, walked down the hallway silently stewing in it, and decided he was going to address it without raising his voice — because that would be too easy.

You blinked. “Oscar—?”

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like he was performing a forensics sweep. He blinked. Once. Slowly.

“Right,” he said flatly. “This is what we’re doing now.”

Carlos sat up a little straighter. “Mate—”

Oscar held up a hand. “Don’t. I already know what you’re going to say. ‘It’s not what it looks like.’” He paused. “Except it is. Exactly what it looks like.”

Charles smiled sheepishly. “Good morning?”

Oscar’s gaze slid to you. “You said you were staying with friends.”

“I am.”

“Friends with benefits?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

Carlos muttered, “She’s staying with us.”

Oscar nodded once. “So just to confirm—my twin sister is dating the both of you. My competition.”

Charles tilted his head. “Dating is a strong word.”

You glared. “Charles.”

“Okay. Romantically engaging with,” Charles corrected.

Oscar blinked again. “So. Stronger than dating. Perfect.”

You stood up, setting your coffee on the bedside table. “Oscar. I was going to tell you.”

“I figured it out,” he said coolly, “the red kind of gave it away.”

Carlos tried to help. “She looked great in red.”

Oscar stared at him. “Don’t speak.”

Charles raised a hand halfway. “For what it’s worth, we like her. A lot.”

“I can tell,” Oscar deadpanned. “You’re both shirtless.”

You stepped closer. “I’m not asking you to love this. But… I’d like you to respect it.”

Oscar looked at you for a long moment — and for the first time, you saw a flicker of soft underneath all the dry sarcasm.

He exhaled. “Are you happy?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I really am.”

He glanced between you, Carlos, and Charles — all clearly besotted and clearly unprepared for Piastri Family Drama.

Finally, he said— “Okay.”

You blinked. “Wait. That’s it?”

“I’ll still hate it,” Oscar clarified. “But I’ll hate it quietly. In therapy.”

Carlos snorted. “We can take you out for lunch. Try to win you over.”

Oscar turned toward the door. “Don’t push your luck. I’m already picturing the team WhatsApp chat imploding.”

Charles called after him, “Text us if you want a croissant!”

Oscar didn’t turn around. “Text her. I’ve blocked both of you.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Carlos exhaled. “Honestly? That could’ve gone way worse.”

Charles nodded. “I expected at least one death threat.”

You sighed, flopping back onto the bed between them.

“He’s not mad,” you mumbled.

Carlos kissed your temple. “He’ll come around.”

Charles kissed your shoulder. “He already has. In his own Oscar way.”

And as the sunlight streamed in again, warm and easy and full of something real — you believed it.

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several weeks later...

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The second you stepped into your childhood home, it smelled like eucalyptus, coffee, and impending chaos. Carlos had barely crossed the threshold before he was wrapped in a hug by your mum Nicole — warm, effortlessly elegant in linen, and already in full “I’ve adopted you” mode.

“Carlos, darling! Look at you — you’re glowing!”

Carlos blinked. “I think that’s just sunscreen—”

“Nonsense. It’s love.”

Nicole turned to Charles. “And you, you look like you haven’t had a proper meal in weeks.”

Charles smiled awkwardly. “I’ve been training.”

“Not here you’re not. You’re getting fed. Sit down. You both look like neglected greyhounds.”

You turned to Oscar, who was leaning in the kitchen doorway sipping a flat white, expression unreadable.

“You good?” you asked.

He took a long sip. “I’m fine. Just waiting for the girls to eat them alive.”

“Speaking of,” came a loud voice from the hallway. “IS THAT CHARLES LECLERC IN OUR LIVING ROOM?!”

You groaned. “Oh no.”

Edie burst in wearing pajamas and sunglasses like she was in a music video. Behind her were Mae and Hattie.

Charles stood awkwardly, offering a soft, “Bonjour,” as Edie dramatically gasped.

“This is the best day of my life,” she said.

“Are they taller in person?” Mae asked, circling Carlos with a squint.

“I thought Carlos would be beefier,” Hattie whispered — loudly.

Carlos looked at you, eyes wide. “Are they always like this?”

You grinned. “This is them being polite.”

Nicole clapped her hands. “Alright, alright! Everyone sit down for lunch. I’ve made grilled prawns, roast veggies, and pavlova.”

Charles leaned in and whispered, “What’s pavlova?”

Oscar snorted from the corner. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

—

You sat between Carlos and Charles, trying to referee as your sisters grilled them like it was a televised panel.

“Wait, so are you both dating her?” Edie asked, pointing between the three of you with a fork.

Carlos gave a warm, shameless grin. “Sí.”

Charles nodded, sipping water. “We are.”

Nicole blinked. “Well. That explains the Instagram stories.”

Oscar muttered, “I told you all.”

Hattie looked at you. “So… how does that work? Do you alternate days? Like a meal plan?”

“Is there a schedule?” Mae asked. “Because I have a whiteboard in my room and I could design one.”

Carlos nearly choked on a prawn.

Charles turned pink. “Non—no schedule. We just… exist.”

“Emotionally or physically?” Edie asked. “I just want to know how invested I should be.”

“You’re too invested,” you said, mouth full of salad.

Nicole leaned in. “As long as they treat you well, I don’t mind if you date the entire Ferrari pit crew.”

Oscar sighed. “Please don’t give her ideas.”

—

Later that evening, the sun had started to dip low and golden over the backyard. Your sisters were playing with an old cricket bat, and your mum was pouring wine while Charles helped her slice peaches for dessert.

Carlos sat beside you on the back porch steps, watching your family with soft, unreadable eyes.

“They’re amazing,” he said.

You smiled. “They’re a lot.”

“They love you so much.”

You glanced at him. “Is that intimidating?”

He looked over, his hand finding yours without thinking. “It’s everything.”

Behind you, Charles came out with a bowl of peaches and meringue and sat on your other side, stretching his legs with a sigh.

“She told me I needed to eat more fruit,” he said.

“She’s right,” you teased.

He rested his head briefly on your shoulder. “I like it here.”

Oscar poked his head out the screen door. “Dinner’s ready. Mum says if you don’t come in now, she’ll hide your passports.”

Carlos stood up with a groan. “She means it.”

Charles grinned and held out a hand to help you up. “Honestly? I’m okay staying here forever.”

And as you looked back at your sisters yelling nonsense in the backyard, your mum setting plates inside, Oscar begrudgingly accepting the fact that he now has two brother in laws.

—

You woke up to silence. And considering the house had been at full-blown chaos levels every day since you landed in Sydney, silence was suspicious.

You padded downstairs in Charles’ hoodie and Carlos’ socks, hair a mess and mascara still half-smudged from the night before.

The kitchen was empty. So was the back patio. You checked your phone.

One message from Carlos

out for a ride with oscar. wish me luck. if he pushes me into traffic tell my mother i died brave.

One from Charles

your mum insisted i needed new shirts. she’s frightening. i love her. see you soon 😌

You blinked. Then blinked again.

“Charles is shopping with Mum and Oscar is voluntarily outside with Carlos,” you muttered aloud.

“I know,” Edie said, suddenly appearing behind you with a bagel and a mischievous glint in her eye. “We’re in the upside-down.”

Mae appeared next, holding a mug. “Oscar left at 6am. He said, and I quote, ‘If I’m going to survive this relationship, I may as well try to understand the Mediterranean menace.’”

“Carlos brought sunscreen and protein bars,” Hattie added, swinging her legs over the kitchen counter. “He said it was ‘a bonding adventure.’”

You blinked again. “He’s been trying to bond with Oscar for weeks.”

Mae sipped her tea. “He’s determined. Like a man trying to tame a very grumpy wildcat.”

You shook your head, grabbed a banana from the counter, and leaned against the island. “And Charles went shopping?”

“With Mum,” Edie said. “Who’s currently lecturing him about the dangers of thin European collars and the importance of linen.”

“Mum has got that man on a leash,” Hattie said proudly. “It’s beautiful to witness.”

You sighed. “So I’m the only one not being emotionally terrorized this morning?”

“For now,” Mae said, then perked up. “Actually—now that you mention it…”

“Oh no,” you groaned.

All three sisters turned to you with matching grins.

“Sooo,” Edie started, climbing up on the bench beside you. “What’s it like? Dating two extremely hot, disgustingly romantic F1 drivers?”

“And does it ever get awkward?” Hattie asked. “Like do they ever get competitive over who makes you coffee faster?”

“Or who’s the better cuddler,” Mae added. “Because statistically, it’s probably Charles, but Carlos looks like he’d commit to it like it’s a sport.”

You blinked. “Why are you all like this?”

“You knew what you were walking into,” Edie said, biting her bagel.

You sighed, cheeks warm. “It’s… really good. Honestly. Surprisingly normal.”

“Normal?” Mae raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” you amended. “Emotionally chaotic, logistically confusing, but like… gentle. They take care of me. They take care of each other. It works. I don’t know how, but it does.”

“Have they said the L-word?” Edie asked casually.

You choked on your banana. “What?!”

Mae leaned in. “Oh my god. They have.”

“Both?” Hattie gasped. “At the same time? In unison?!”

You buried your face in your hands. “I hate all of you.”

“No, you don’t,” Edie sang, tossing you a scrunchie.

Before they could ask another question, the front door opened.

Oscar walked in first, dripping with sweat, helmet under his arm, and a thousand-yard stare in his eyes.

“Carlos talks so much,” he muttered. “And he waved at every single cyclist we passed.”

Carlos appeared behind him, glowing with joy, sunglasses still on. “Your brother has great cardio! We did 40 kilometers!”

Oscar collapsed face-first onto the couch. “I saw God. She told me to leave this family immediately.”

Carlos winked at you. “He loves me now. We’re bonded.”

You grinned. “You didn’t die. I’m impressed.”

Edie stood up, clapping slowly. “Ladies and gentlemen, the bromance of the year.”

“Did you survive Nicole’s fashion bootcamp?” Mae asked, just as Charles walked in, holding a paper bag and looking both dazed and delighted.

“I now own four linen shirts and three jars of local honey,” he said. “And I think your mum called me her ‘golden boy.’”

“I did,” Nicole said from behind him, breezing into the kitchen like she hadn’t just emotionally dismantled a Monegasque man in a boutique. “Now—who’s ready for brunch?”

You looked at your chaos family — Oscar groaning on the couch, your sisters mid-giggle, Charles trying to hand out honey, Carlos air-kissing Nicole on the cheek — and your chest felt full in the best, brightest way.

This was what love looked like in your life.

Loud. Warm. A little bit too much.

And absolutely perfect.

—

The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting golden streaks across the waves and turning the whole coastline into a watercolor painting.

Further up the beach, your family had set up an over-the-top basecamp of umbrellas, towels, snacks, and sunhats — Hattie buried to her waist in sand, Mae snapping film photos of the horizon, Edie quietly eating a mango, and Nicole reading a book with sunglasses perched on her head. Oscar was pretending not to eavesdrop on every conversation happening near him while sipping something cold and judgmental.

But down by the water — where the tide lapped gently over your ankles and the sky had softened to lavender — it was just the three of you.

Charles was sitting in the sand, legs stretched out in front of him, wet curls sticking to his forehead as he leaned back on his elbows. Carlos stood ankle-deep in the water beside you, holding your hand loosely in his, drawing tiny shapes into your skin with his thumb.

For once, no one was talking.

It was just waves and seabirds and the occasional sound of children laughing further down the beach.

You took a breath — big and deep — letting it fill your lungs, then exhale slow.

Carlos looked over at you. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… soaking it in.”

Charles sat up properly now, brushing the sand off his arms. “You’ve gone quiet,” he said gently.

You smiled. “I’m not used to everything feeling okay all at once.”

Carlos squeezed your hand. “It’s okay to let it feel that way.”

“I know. It’s just…” you looked back over your shoulder at your family, all pretending not to watch you while very clearly watching you. “They’ve never seen me like this. Soft.”

Charles leaned forward, voice soft. “You’ve always been soft. You’ve just never had space to be soft.”

You blinked, heart twisting at how easily he said it. Like it was fact.

Carlos let go of your hand just long enough to walk up behind you, pressing a kiss to the top of your shoulder, arms winding around your waist.

“They love seeing you like this,” he murmured. “We love seeing you like this.”

You turned to glance at them — your chaotic, protective, beautiful family all trying so hard not to intrude. Nicole had subtly lowered her book to peek over the top. Mae held her camera up like she might snap a shot but didn’t want to ruin the moment. Oscar was watching with that unreadable expression again — but this time, there was something gentler behind it.

“He’s not glaring,” you muttered, squinting at your brother.

Carlos grinned. “It’s a start.”

Charles stood now, brushing off his shorts, and walked over to you. His hand reached for your cheek, thumb brushing just beneath your eye.

“Tu es chez toi ici,” he whispered. You’re home here.

And you were. Right there, wrapped between a kiss on your temple from Carlos, a sun-warmed look from Charles, and the quiet hum of your family behind you — you felt it. Peace. Wholeness. Love. Maybe not traditional. Maybe not simple. But absolutely, completely yours. And as the sun slipped lower on the horizon, your mum turned to Edie with a small smile.

“She’s finally safe,” she said softly.

And even Oscar didn’t disagree.

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bernardsbendystraws · 3 days ago

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we're gonna talk.

If i'm gonna deactivate or just full on ghost this blog, I'm not letting things get misconstrued. I'm so tired of labels being put on me, ones that hold little to no reasoning or fact.

What I did was messed up. I should not have collaborated with a minor on a fic. I took accountability and that's all I can do. But I won't sit up here and let people bully me, because that's what it is. And lie on information with my name attached.

Contrary to what lots think, I do stay quiet about a lot of stuff. One in specific is the reason I had a falling out with all these blogs - @ariestrxsh @y3sterdaysproblem @leoslabratory @darksturnz and whoever else is in the groupchat they have.

I saw the screenshots. I saw screenrecordings. All of these people were my moots, acting like we were still friends even though we grew a little distant.

Then I find out they're talking shit about me. Don't get me wrong, we all talk shit. I don't care if you talk shit about me, but don't play in my face.

They insulted a lot of things. Mostly regarding around the tripout situation and how I forgave a lot of the members. But it was more than that. They insulted my character and my appearance.

I forgive people because I know everyone makes mistakes. I apologized to each member privately because me going ham on them publicly was wrong.

As for being friends with Cherry, I didn't know her age until it got leaked. I was under the impression Cherry was older than me for more than half a year, as were a lot of other people.

I'm fine taking accountability, but I'm not gonna sit up here and let people lie on my behalf. I didn't block anyone because they called me 'weird.' I block people that show me they have bad intentions and are incapable of being a friend to my face and behind my back.

Being labeled as a groomer or a pedo is incredibly hurtful. I did a collab, I never sexted anyone or tried to get inappropriate pictures or even tried to date a minor. That is being a pedo.

What I did wasn't great or appropriate, but again, so many others did the same thing but it wasn't a recognized issue until I did it. I'm not saying that since the people who did it before didn't get called out that I shouldn't. I am truly sorry. It wasn't okay what I or others did. I'm just not understanding why I'm the only one who's being truly ganged up on when I'm trying to apologize, take accountability, and prove that I'm willing to have tough conversations in order to prove my intentions.

That's the entire point I'm trying to make. I don't care if you don't like me or if you hate me, but treat me fairly.

but it’s not bullying to have an entire group chat make fun of your looks, right? or laugh after the fact that i got the fact i have autism leaked and the only way it makes sense is stemming from this gc…right?

keep in mind, i kept all this private. i’ve been staying out of drama. I’ve been taking accountability. i’ve kept all of this to myself in order to keep the peace but if we’re calling people out, let’s be fair.

as for sol darksturnz ss, i told her i wouldn’t write other races. its not my place to get credit or recognition for minorities that exist on here and write themselves. its a problem when i write my own features but not when @muwapsturniolo does it? this isn’t me trying to pull peaches’s into it or say she’s doing something wrong, but this isn’t fair. if you’re calling me out, you have to call everyone else out for the same issue.

why should i get credit for something i’ve never lived through. i rarely write descriptions of physical appearance. i only recently learned that i write blushing incorrectly to be fully inclusive because i only know what I’ve lived with. it’s not about race if we’re bringing up hair color.

idk. i need a break but im not gonna sit up here and let people lie. i am sorry about what i did. it wasn’t okay for me to collab with cherry and there’s a reason i immediately took responsibility instead of getting defensive. if that’s not respected/acknowledged/believed, that’s fine. unfollow/block. you’re in control of the content you consume.

but no one is a saint. i’ve made mistakes and so have the people trying to put labels on me. the difference is, i tried to keep it private until they called me something i can’t even stomach.

these people were mad i forgave the tripouts, yet snoopychris and darksturnz are friends again? for private convos they're allowed to have and keep private but not me?

its hypocritical. they're mad about the same behavior they're showing. but i reached out to my friend who was in the tripouts before making any sort of post or even acknowledging anything.

there's no reason for sides or hate. it will keep going back and fourth. block/unfollow who you want, make your own opinion. i took accountability, that's all i can do. i'm not gonna sit up here and make excuses, but i'm not gonna let people lie on my name when they aren't saints themselves.

call me out, sure. but keep it fair. that's the whole point i'm trying to make.

#·˚ ༘ ʚ rose toy 𖧧 #sturniolo triplets

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 1 day ago

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The topic of baseball in Stranger Things

So, I'm mostly bringing this up because of this shot:

I saw someone bring up that they think El is wearing a baseball jersey under her sweatshirt.

Now, I didn't want to keep talking about this, but it is a source of frustration for me. There's this idea that there is a Mike/El scene at the baseball field in season 5. The same person who mentioned the jersey tried to link it to that scene. Some have taken it so far as to think it could be a proposal scene.

Why do they think that? Well...

In season 1, Lucas is making fun of Mike for being obsessed with El. He mockingly acts like Mike, kneels down, and says "El! El! El! I love you so much! Would you marry me?"

It would be easy to look back and see this as foreshadowing, that Mike would, indeed, one day propose here.

There's problems with this, though. Let's go through them.

This is not a romantic scene.

Bear in mind that they've known El for, what, a day at this point? This is only the third episode. Also, this scene is immediately interrupted by Troy. It's the infamous scene where he claims Will was probably "killed by some other queer."

Such a romantic scene, indeed.

2. Lucas teases Mike like this again in season 3.

At the beginning of season 3, Mike is depicted as being neglectful of his friends. His relationship with El monopolizes his time, and the others are frustrated by it.

"Oh, El, I wish we could make out forever and never hang out with any of our friends!"

Everyone laughs, to Mike's chagrin, with Lucas specifically pointing out that Will finds it funny.

Also a bit funny? This is immediately followed up by the four of them going to the movies, with them being so late that they have to split up into pairs to be seated. It ends up looking like a date.

3. Mike doesn't like sports

It shouldn't come as a surprise, really, but Mike doesn't like sports, and he doesn't care who knows it. He's actually the only member of the Party to not have been associated with sports gear at one time or another. Dustin had the hockey goalie equipment in season 2, Will destroyed Castle Byers with a baseball bat (we'll circle back here) in season 3, and Lucas joined the basketball team in season 4.

The closest thing to sports that has been associated with Mike was when Ted used a sports metaphor to discuss the trouble he's been getting into leading into season 2. "It's strike 20. You're on the bench. If it were my coach, you'd be lucky to still be on the team." Cue an eye roll from Mike.

A similar sports metaphor is used later on by Steve as he tries to keep the kids from going on a dangerous mission while he's watching them.

"We're on the bench, so there's nothing we can do."

How does Mike feel about that?

Oh, and, for what it's worth, their plan involved distracting the hive mind long enough to give Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy time to get the Mindflayer out of Will before the gate closes. Mike is trying to save Will's life here.

So, yeah, it'd be very odd for Mike to find a baseball field an appropriate spot for anything romantic.

4. Baseball has negative symbolism on the show

We find out pretty quickly that baseball is a sort of symbol for conformity. In episode 2, a flashback shows an upset Will talking with Jonathan. Lonnie was apparently supposed to take Will to a baseball game, but no-showed. Jonathan asks if Will even likes baseball, to which he replies "No, but it's fun to go with him sometimes." Will doesn't like baseball. He just yearns for his father's love, and he's willing to sacrifice for that.

This segues into a conversation about conformity. Jonathan asks if their dad ever wants to do anything Will wants to do, like go to the arcade. Will doesn't want to admit the truth, saying "I don't know." Jonathan replies that he doesn't, that he's trying to force Will to like "normal things." And it brings us to what I consider one of the foundational lines of the entire series:

Baseball is normal. Baseball is what you're supposed to like. It's what society pushes you towards, whether you like it or not. I sort of wonder if they intentionally chose the "great American past time" for this metaphor, or if it was just coincidence.

So, yeah, it's already sketchy to use a baseball field for Mike and El's romantic scene. Episode 2 already laid out that it's a stand-in for conformity, and Episode 3 had Lucas make a mockery of Mike's obsession with El at a baseball field.

But there's another moment that makes it even more inappropriate:

You'd think it's a bit odd that Will would even have a baseball bat, let alone keep it at Castle Byers. I suppose it could be seen as a physical manifestation of Lonnie's effect on him. But just consider what is happening here.

Will is destroying Castle Byers, his sanctuary, with a baseball bat. This happens after a fight with Mike. But you can't just say this is only something that is of any significance to Will. What was the fight largely about? Mike ignoring him in favor of El. This is a very emotional scene. Nobody is meant to think Will is overreacting or being a drama queen. We're supposed to see it as tragic. Will is using a baseball bat, a symbol of something his father wanted him to be, to destroy a symbol of all that he is, all because of Mike's obsession with El.

Baseball is indeed linked to Mike and El's relationship, but I'd be very hard-pressed to consider it a positive. Baseball has also been negatively connected to Will, and the greater message of the show, as a symbol of conformity and societal pressure.

So, yeah, the idea of a genuinely romantic baseball field scene for Mike and El gets under my skin. The mere fact that there's a chance, no matter how slight, that something like this could happen in season 5 makes me angry. In my opinion, the Duffers would be missing the entire point of their show if this happened. If baseball is conformity, and Mike and El use a baseball field as a symbol of their relationship, what does that say about their relationship? What does it mean about the overall message of the show?

And, once again, it would mean that Will suffered so that Mike and El could be happy.

Fortunately, I don't think the Duffers are stupid, but the fact that the idea persists tells me many fans have missed the point.

#stranger things #stranger things 5 #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #will byers #byler

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thought-you-knew · 2 days ago

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pb&jj roommates au: the one where it's time to move out?

Summary: for the past 3 1/2 years, it's been you and pb&jj, but it's starting to put a strain on your relationship with johnny. maybe, it's time to say goodbye.

✨️friendly reminder for anyone new to my pbjj fics, these aren't in chronological order. sometimes, it's platonic, and other times fem!reader is romantically paired with one of the guys.

based on this requested

Pairings: pb&jj x platonic!reader/fem!reader and johnny storm x fem!reader

Warnings: living with four guys, slight fighting (not between fem!reader x johnny), hank being the possible child of divorce, sue storm x reed richards being the ultimate power couple, domestic bliss, fem!reader, but descriptions are vague,little use of y/n , fluff, slight angst, and language. proofreadish

WC: 2.4K

Author's Note: it's my first johnny x fem!reader as a romantic pairing, and it was fun to write. i can't wait for the f4 first steps to come out and get to see joseph quinn's johnny storm on the big screen.

Tagging:@wetspaghetti3 divider by @issysh3ll

Things with Johnny were more than great. They were fantastic. What more could you want than a loving boyfriend? Well, for starters, a bit more space from your roommates.

Bob, Peter, and Joaquin were amazing; you couldn't ask for better roommates, but they didn't understand social cues or space when it came to date nights at the apartment.

Date nights, which involved just the two of you.

Now, being a good example. Since you've moved into Johnny's room, which is bigger, you've converted yours into an office/gaming room for the guys.

But you were their go-to gal when it came to dating advice. Hence why Bob is lying between you and a slightly pissed off Johnny. An oblivious Bob is munching away on popcorn and watching the movie that you picked for date night.

"I'll say it again, you're the best," Bob says through mouthfuls of popcorn. His date had stood him up and showed up in front of Johnny's bedroom door with big, sad eyes, and you couldn't say no.

Johnny had no problem with saying no, even when it came to Bob.

"Hey, Bob. Where's Pete, or Joaquin?"

"Out with dates."

"Of course," Johnny mutters under his breath, and you shoot him a look that says 'shut up'. He lets it go this time.

"Babe, all I'm saying is there's a time and place," Johnny says later, once you finally manage to get Bob out of your room. His head is on your chest, and you're running your fingers through his hair.

"I know, but what can we do?"

"I'll talk with the guys."

You laugh. "And tell them what? Please don't come home, because I want alone time with my girlfriend."

"That sounds pretty good. Better than what I had in mind."

"Johnny."

He rolls onto his back, taking you with him. "C'mon, don't you ever think about what it would be like if we had our own space?"

"Mhh."

You can't lie, at times, you have thought about moving out. This was before you got close with Bob, Johnny, and Joaquin.

When you first agreed to move in with Peter and his three friends, you were quite hesitant.

At the time, you and Peter had recently graduated from college and had no idea what the next step was. Peter was telling you that his three other friends, with whom he was planning on moving in, were looking for a fifth roommate.

You were acquainted with one of his friends, Bob. He was Peter's roommate throughout college, and you took pottery with Bob.

If it were just Bob that Peter was going to be living with, you would have said yes in a heartbeat. Bob was sweet, wasn't too loud, and he was easy to get along with.

As for the other two, Johnny and Joaquin, we didn't know those two too well. All you learned from Peter was that they met in a coding class in Peter's freshman year and have stuck together ever since.

Peter did mention that Johnny and Joaquin were in the same fraternity.

Let's just say that Johnny didn't leave a very good first impression on you.

You met both Johnny and Joaquin in your senior year and learned that they were both first-year grad students.

Johnny came off a little too strong, and the only thing you really remember from that night was throwing a drink in his face. And Joaquin doubled over in laughter, saying how he thinks 'he just fell in love'.

Now here you all are, almost four years later, and you and Johnny have been together for nearly two years.

At times it was stressful, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Johnny's breaking point comes a week later. Your two-year anniversary.

Due to your work schedule and his, you couldn't really do anything extravagant on the exact day, but Johnny says he has a surprise for you this weekend.

Walking to the nearly dead-silent apartment should have been a clue.

It was nearly 7 o'clock. Peter, Bob, and Johnny should all be back from their jobs by now. Joaquin should be getting ready to head out for his.

"What's all this?" You ask once you stop in the kitchen entryway.

"Don't tell me you forgot our anniversary," Johnny says while handing you a glass of wine, and leads you to the candlelit dinner he had set up.

He pulls out the chair before taking a seat across from you.

"I didn't know you could be this romantic," you joke.

"Hey! I'm very romantic, babe."

The dinner goes on without a hitch, and you're impressed with his cooking skills. Moreover, he hasn't burned anything or set off the fire alarm again.

"And now for the pièce de résistance." He makes a show of setting down a chocolate mousse cake.

Before you can say anything, the front door is slamming open, and you can hear three familiar voices.

Johnny's jaw clenches when the three culprits traipse into the kitchen, completely oblivious.

"Oh my god, is that chocolate cake?" Joaquin asks, and he's already pulling up a chair right next to you. Bob follows, scooting in on your other side, and Peter at least has the decency to look a bit ashamed.

"You guys are back a little early, don't you think?" Johnny seethes.

Joaquin remains oblivious as he tries cutting into the cake, only to be stopped by Johnny smacking his hand away.

What you didn't know was that Johnny had bribed the three to let him have the apartment for the night.

"No, not all," Joaquin replies and tries again to get at the cake, and this time he succeeds. He proceeds to shove half a slice of cake into his mouth, letting out an obnoxious moan the moment it's in his mouth.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Johnny snaps at Joaquin as he moves the cake to the other side of the table.

"What's yours?" Joaquin asks, matching Johnny's tone, and he gets up.

"Maybe, the fact that you can't be bothered to listen to anyone else unless it's yourself."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Peter starts to move away from the kitchen entrance when he sees Joaquin closing in on Johnny.

"I asked you three for the apartment tonight."

"Oh right, so you can play house with your girlfriend."

"Well, is it my fault you guys never listen?" Johnny says, gesturing to Bob and Peter.

Bob gets a little offended at the insult. "Hey, we listen."

"Oh yeah, crashing our date night last week? Or how about joining in on date night." This time Johnny directs the jab at Peter.

A few nights ago, you were scrolling through TikTok and saw the couple's cute clay creations trend, and it took little to convince Johnny to say yes.

The next day, you had it all set up in the living room. Bob and Joaquin were gone, and you two thought you had the place to yourselves.

It was a blissful hour until MJ and Peter walked into the apartment. It was a rare sight to see MJ in the apartment. She still couldn't understand how you willingly lived with four guys. She's still convinced you're being held hostage.

MJ zeroed in on the clay in your hands and plopped down next to you, picking up some clay of her own.

All the while, Johnny was silently trying to get Peter to get her out of here. It didn't end well.

The cute clay date night turned into a clay creation competition, complete with snarky, judgmental comments, mainly from MJ.

"I apologized for that, over and over!" Peter pleads.

"Or maybe don't date your roommates."

Peter jumps in between the two before Johnny can lunge at Joaquin.

"Maybe I need better roommates! Or better yet, maybe y/n and I need to move out!"

"Johnny!" You interject. You know he doesn't mean that.

"Fine, move out!" Joaquin yells and storms out of the kitchen. A hurt Bob follows. "But Hank stays!" Joaquin adds before slamming his bedroom door shut.

It's an ungodly hour when Johnny is gently dragging you out of bed on Saturday.

"What's going on?" You are still half asleep. Johnny's half dragging, half carrying you down the hallway.

"It's a surprise," he says while pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Does the surprise have to be so goddamn early?"

He laughs, and before you know, he's clicking your seatbelt in place for you, and the car is headed for the Brooklyn Bridge.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you know, Johnny is gently shaking you awake, saying we're here.

Rubbing your eyes, you look around and see you're in front of a High Rise in Midtown.

"Is this?" You start and look over at Johnny, who's already watching you with a smile.

"Yeah, come on."

----

Johnny knocks on apartment 1906, and it immediately swings open, revealing Sue Storm, Johnny's older sister.

You've met Sue a few times, and each time she left an everlasting impression on you. You can admit you were a little intimidated when you first met her. Sue is a brilliant geneticist. You and Peter had followed her work religiously throughout college.

"Johnny," Sue says, and she's pulling him into a hug. She lets him go and turns to you while saying your name. Her blue eyes take you in before you're pulled into a comforting hug.

"Sorry, about the early hour." You say as you pull back, it's only then that you see Johnny is holding two overnight bags. When did he do that?

"Nonsense," Sue replies and motions for the two of you to follow her into the living room. "Just a moment, I'll grab Reed from his study."

"What are we doing here?" You ask once Sue disappears around the corner. "Not that I'm complaining, I love your sister and your brother-in-law."

"It's ours for the weekend," He replies, and you look around the spacious living room.

"Wait, really?" Then you narrow your eyes at him. "What did you do?"

Johnny tries to look as innocent as possible. "Nothing, babe, can't you appreciate that I got us a romantic getaway on such short notice?"

"Fine, I'll let you have this one." You lean in and kiss Johnny just as Reed and Sue return.

Reed says your name and is pulling you into a hug. You're a little flustered when he pulls back and admires you.

"I still don't understand how Johnny managed to land a lady like you," Reed jests.

"Hey, man, not on our anniversary."

"Fine, fine. Okay, so ground rules-"

"We're not kids, Reed." You poke Johnny's side

"Anyway," Sue continues, "Just remember, no other guests. We don't want a repeat of last time. Also, you can reach us here if anything happens." She hands you a slip of paper.

"Yeah, also our bedroom is off limits." Reed jokes and throws a wink at you and Johnny. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole, and Sue and Johnny laugh.

---

Later that night, you're cuddled up against Johnny as a Star Wars marathon plays.

"Peter would love this." Johnny offhandedly comments. You glance up at his face and see he's slightly distracted.

"Is everything okay, babe?"

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls you closer and presses a kiss on your forehead.

"You did tell the guys we were leaving, right?"

He just gives a noncommittal grunt, and you let it go for now.

Sunday morning rolls around, and everything has been blissful, carefree, and too quiet. It doesn't help that Sue and Reed's apartment is huge.

But you've been missing the constant chatter you could hear through the walls of your apartment. You know Johnny does, too, because he has been dropping little comments about the boys all throughout Saturday.

You're in the middle of making pancakes when Johnny comes up and wraps himself around you.

"Mornin'." His voice is still hoarse.

Johnny had stolen your phone and hid it because he didn't want any distractions during this weekend getaway. You easily found it last night, but didn't bother with it until right now.

You ask Johnny to watch breakfast as you turn on your phone. When it's on, the screen is flooded with dozens of text messages and a few missed calls.

"Johnny." You turn to him when he lets out a hum and show him your phone.

"Oh yeah, they did that to me too."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

You set your phone aside as Johnny turns the stove off.

"Did you reply to them?"

"I will."

"When?"

"Whenever I feel like it." He mutters, but he does look a little sad.

"Johnny, why didn't you tell them we were leaving? It sounds like Bob is having a meltdown. He never calls."

"I know, I know." He drags a hand down his face. "I think I was still pissed off at Quino for what he said the other night."

You rub his back as he continues. "I kinda wanted to see what it would be like if we lived alone."

"Did you seriously ask your sister if we could crash here?"

"Yes, and no. The timing was perfect. She and Reed were going away this weekend, and I might have been venting to her about the boys."

You pull him into a hug and he mutters something into your ear. "I miss them."

You miss them too. This is the first time you've been away from them for so long, minus the annual boys' trip they go on.

-----

"Well, what's the verdict?" You ask when Johnny joins you in bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we're ready to find a place of our own?"

"Ugh, I dunno. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have a place we can call our own, but..."

You turn on your side to face him.

"Yeah, as odd as it sounds, I think I would miss them too much." You finish.

Johnny pulls you closer.

"We still have a year on the lease. So let's just take it one day at a time."

"Sounds perfect."

"Now, let's not waste our last night roommate-free night talking about our roommates."

You giggle as he gives you a heated kiss.

Monday morning, you come back to see all the boys camped out in the living room, Hank included.

Bob and Peter all but throw themselves at you, and Johnny, and it looks like they've both been crying.

Joaquin and Johnny are trying not to be too mushy, but you can tell that they're both relieved to be in each other's presence.

"We thought you died." Bob is being a bit dramatic.

"Sorry," you reply and give him another hug.

"Okay, I think we-"

"Wait, you're not moving out, are you?" Joaquin cuts in.

"No, we're not," Johnny reassures, and Joaquin relaxes back into the couch.

"That's right, because I'm not ready to fight for custody for Hank," you add.

Joaquin cuddles Hank closer to his chest.

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paulidiary · 3 days ago

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!! ˙🍓 ̟★── doubting, midoriya izuku

synopsis: you go to i-island with your friends, happy to experience a trip like this. your heart falls down to your stomach when you spot your boyfriend with a pretty girl, on what seems like a museum date!

containing: misunderstanding, established relationship, reader doesn't know about one for all. jealousy, unkind thoughts, happy ending ᥫ᭡.

go back to izu masterlist. ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

a/n: no hate on melissa, we're just quick to get into our own head like that

it's been a long time since i've been so excited for a trip. when yaomomo told us she can bring 3 of us on the most interesting and untouchable island this summer, i blew on my fists for good luck to win that place.

and i got it!

i only told izuku i'm busy the first week of summer holiday, so he knows we won't be able to meet up or even call for long. i tried not feeling bad, technically he would appreciate a trip like that much more than me, but i'm going to have fun too!

we packed together, deciding on only the best outfits. my clothes fit me better than usual, and looked better than usual too. i wondered if that's just me imagining things or if the excitement has that impact on me.

"so amazing.." we all said, and continued on saying for the whole 30 minutes that we've been here. right now we were at some out of this world museum, with stuff on display i didn't even know could exist and work. we walked as a group but eventually one of us stayed at one piece a little longer, and one of us went to the other side of the hall, and...

i ended up alone, exploring all the exhibits at my own pace. i wasn't nervous, we can easily call up and figure out where everyone has gone to.

then i turned around, and it was as if my heart, mind and eyes couldn't believe one another.

there he stood, izuku, my izuku, with a girl. i had to wipe my eyes a couple times to realise i'm seeing this right, and that it's really him. what is he doing here..? he didn't tell me he was going here, and he tells me about literally everything.. and who is that girl, and why is she so cute, and why is her hair so well done and soft looking, and-

should i go up to them? what do i even say? i'm clearly not understanding something here, it can't be what i think is going on. izuku would never do that, he's not the type to sneak around like this.. but that girl is intimidating me just from that distance! if i go up to them, i have to make a firm but not harsh impression.

he was flustered, and blushing and stammering over his words. what did she say to make him react like that, did she say he's cute just like i do?

my steps were quiet against the dark grey rug that covered the whole floor of the building. they were turned away from me, and i could clearly hear what they were talking about now but i wanted to spare myself what i could potentially hear.

"you're enjoying yourself so much, izuku." my voice attempted to give of nice and harmless vibes but it came out a lot flatter than i would expect.

they both turned, izuku's face was more shocked than hers. I tried not to look at her right now, and i tried not thinking they look like they've been caught.

"Y/N! WH- what are you doing here??" my boyfriend exclaimed, jumping back slightly. i found myself repeating what i said before, trying to smile but the corners of my lips were hard to move.

"uhm, i came here for the exhibition, of course, yes!" his voice was jumpy, he sounds like that when i take him by surprise, usually.

"ehem." the girls seemed to find their way back to me, i couldn't tell if that was the best moment or the opposite. at least i no longer felt like i was alone on a team against two.

"friends?" the blonde girl beside him asked, and since i came up to them they've been too close for my liking. my eyes, more open than usual, didn't leave izuku for more than a moment.

"yeah, these are my classmates.!" classmates? i'm a classmate? i waited for my introduction but instead got something close to an explanation. "guys, this is melissa and she's only walking me around all the fun stuff!"

i noticed jirou glancing at me, a little perplexed. i decided to introduce myself, by myself. "i'm not a mere classmate, i'm his girlfriend - y/n." again, the smile on my face couldn't reach my eyes.

"it's a pleasure to meet you!" she seemed normal, and nice. i repeated her words back to her, and she was about to say something about her uncle when-

izuku panicked and kneeled them both down to the floor, huddled next to eachother. he was whispering something, right in her ear, holding her wrist. i thought i'd loose it right then and there, but they quickly got up as if nothing happened.

what's this about? why can't i know, he tells me everything. i thought he told me everything, with how much he talks while i listen, i thought he didn't hide any secrets from me.

of course he can have secrets, but.. not with other people. not with other pretty girls that i didn't know existed.

"coffee?" melissa said, and i just decided not to speak up and go with the group. i did want coffee, but i was worried i'll spoil the fun.

while walking, a hand took mine in its grasp. "you didn't tell me you were going here for your girls trip." my boyfriend's voice seemed to go through my left ear and exit the other. I could tell he was nervous, and while usually i thought of it as cute, right now i just could not beat the idea out of my mind that he knows he's doing something wrong.

"you didn't tell me you were going here." at all. how did he come here? you need an invitation to go, did he get one because he's had a lot of attention in the hero industry?

"ah, yeah you're right..." so he's not going to explain? he's quiet, why is he quiet? i want answers, reassurance, can't he see that?? it's as clear as the blue sky..

i waited a little more for him to say something, instead he kept looking down and scratching his neck. his expression looked as if he had a toll on his back, is it that hard to just explain how he got here and why he's with a girl??

i took my hand back, but didn't move to walk besides anyone else. we walked at the back of the group, i didn't want to cause any drama..

"y/n.. i'm sorry but i can't tell you.. just be happy i'm here..?" i pursed my lips, trying not to get too much attitude now. "then how did you meet her?"

"uhm, we just- started talking and- she offered to walk me around..?" he left out the part where he met her through all might, because she didn't know he was here with all might.

"...did you tell her you're taken?" i asked, quiet enough only for us both to hear. there was a gap between us and the girls at the front, which gave us some privacy.

"uhm... well, no.." he looked apologetic, and I just looked down trying not to get anymore sad and tear up on the spot. "but i promise i-" we reached the cafe.

"..we can talk about this later. i wanted to have a good time here." my lip twitched in the way it does when it's about to wobble, but i managed to get a hold of my feelings just in time.

the whole day has gone by, and the sun was about to set right now. exploring the island, we found a couple of our other classmates. it was kind of odd that so many of us were here right now, but i guess it was for the better.

iida managed to still be the class rep even on holiday, and after his speech warning us about being late to the gala, he departed. it was time to go back to our hotel, but i.. wanted to catch my boyfriend before i went back. however, when i looked for him, it seemed like he and melissa were already going somewhere... and so i shook my head and went back, sighing to myself.

it wasn't that i didn't trust him, or that i was insecure. i didn't think of myself as a person with low self esteem and yet.. it was just the circumstances that made me uneasy. we were supposed to talk later too, and he just goes off with her.

whatever, i'll see him at the gala.

my attire was incredibly gorgeous. it was a darkish hue burgundy dress all the way just above the floor, and my entire shoulders and arms were bare. just at the ends, you could spot dainty florals embroidered with black thread.

my mom was the same size as me when she was my age, and she kept a lot of stuff like this for me to wear when i grow up – tonight is the perfect occasion. i paired the dress with the simple black kitten heels i owned, it was the only pair that was really my own and they matched with absolutely everything.

"sorry we're late." yaomomo excused all four of us to the boys who were already waiting. while they talked with the others, i went up to him.

"i didn't know you owned a suit like that." i honestly liked it on him. I just wonder where he got that from, cause if i recall correctly it was me that went with him for suit hunting some time ago and we ended up giving up after the 6th failed one.

izuku was... overheating. as much as it cannot be comfortable for him, the fact that i have that kind of effect on him does bring me much comfort right now. "bznnhsm- i- i just got it for this trip! just a few days ago! i'm glad you like it! and you look.. awe- fanta- incredible, no! you look beautiful..!"

he was out of breath, and currently matched the colour of his suit. but that's what i liked about him, the chalance. the stuttering, and the beetred cheeks that told me all i need to know.

"thank you.." i gave him a spin, showing off the dress as well as i could. izuku liked the dress too, but he was amazed at the person wearing the dress, mostly.

izuku glanced around at all of his friends, deciding no one is close enough or paying attention. "y/n.. I should apologise before completing you or touching you-" his cheeks reddened, at the thought i assume.

"wh-what i mean to say is – i'm sorry i let things look like this. i can imagine how you felt, i would be- irrational let's call it, if i saw you with a guy i don't recognise." midoriya had his head turned slightly down, but he was maintaining eye contact. he kept on caressing my hands with his thumbs, it giving him a source of comfort i imagine.

"...i forgive you, but only cause on my part, i jumped into conclusions way too fast. and for the future cause, you should tell girls you're taken." i know what he'll say right now. he'll say:

"i'm sorry, but it's just such an odd thing for me to believe any girl wants to do anything with me, that i don't think for a moment they are trying something.." oh, he said.. something completely different. he was honest and apologetic instead of brushing my advice off like usual.

"i don't know how i got you in the first place, and it's not that i'm talking myself down that's just how it is, you're dating a loser-" bringing my hand to his cheek, i placed it so it's covering our kiss if anyone's looking.

just a fleeting peck to shut him up, quick and effective.

"i happen to like that loser, so don't let any girl take him away; mkay?"

"..no girl, never, ever, forever." our friends left without us.

a/n: it's 5am and i haven't gotten to sleep yet, i'll check in the morning what kind of crap i managed to put out

i tried to find some fics from this movie and couldn't find any so i'm writing my own🩷

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lostrologyy · 3 days ago

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Can I make a request!!!??

dark!james x reader maybe????

their best friends with each other and she doesn't realise his true character?

dark!james x reader who doesn't realise his true intentions*. ⋆

cw: angst with a bit of comfort. dark!james. fem!reader. reader has been in many relationships before (none went well). james' in love (obsessed) with reader:). they are best friends. oblivious!reader.

a/n: this had me gliggling every two seconds, I'm so feral for dark!james!! I hope you enjoy it and remember english isn't my first language<3!

james wants to kill someone.

you’re crying on his couch again, legs tucked under you, face covered in tears and remainings of mascara, you’re wearing one of his hoodies as you cry and ramble about how your last relationship just crumbled into nothing more than useless, irreparable pieces.

so yeah, he needs to kill someone.

you fail miserably when you try to clean your face with a tissue, the tears keep flowing down your cheeks and chin. the sleeves of james’ sweatshirt are pulled over your hands like a child. you look so small. so soft. so breakable.

he’s sitting next to you, one arm over your shoulder while the other rests on your thigh, gently squeezing your flesh.

he doesn’t rush you to speak, he waits while you let out your sadness and anger, hugging you tighter only when your sobs worsen and your body starts shaking. he sighs.

“is this about the guy you met online?” he asks, draping a blanket over your bodies after you shiver for the second time.

“he broke up with me,” you murmur, heartbroken. “we slept together and he just… said this wasn’t going to work.”

james sees red. his chest aches every time he sees you suffering over every bastard you date. and yeah, maybe sometimes he’ll sabotage the relationship if he sees it’s getting serious, but to be fair, this time he didn’t do anything. you just never pick good guys.

you never pick him.

and he’s tired of it. tired of the late night cries on his couch and the never ending sadness that coats you when another idiot decides it’d be fun to play with you. he’s tired of how no matter how many times he’s been there for you, in your worst and best moments, you seem to think of him only as a friend.

and that kills him.

you glance over, frowning when you see him staring. “don’t say it.”

“I wasn’t going to.” he shrugs.

“but you’re thinking it.”

“I’m thinking he’s a fucking idiot,” he says, his tone deceptively calm. “and that you deserve someone better, someone who doesn’t leave after having sex with you.”

you wince at his words, but you’re not surprised. james has always been clear about what he thinks of every guy you date. for him, they are all idiots who don’t deserve you even looking at them. and you agree with that, you know you deserve so much better, but how can you keep looking for the right guy when they all seem to be complete imbeciles?

you don’t say anything, just look away.

he watches you quietly. your makeup is smudged on your eyes, your nose and cheeks red from all the crying, your toes curling on your socks, maybe from embarrassment, maybe from sorrow. in his eyes, you’ve never looked more beautiful.

you don’t see the way his hands curl under the blanket.

he always leaves. they always leave. but I’m still here. I’ve always been here.

“I just-” you start, shaking your head in frustration. “I keep choosing wrong. every. single. time.”

james hums lowly. “maybe you just have to… look in other places.”

your head snaps towards him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he shrugs, appearing nonchalant. “I don’t know. you always go for a certain type of guy. bossy, immature, too cocky for their own good—and you should know by now those never look for anything serious. maybe you should try looking for someone who actually knows you.”

you blink, staring at him.

and for a terrifying moment, your brain suggests him as an option.

james.

but no, no! he’s your best friend, he’s always been. your james, he’s all golden and sweetness and is always there to put your broken pieces together. he’s not someone you would date.

…right?

you laugh it off before the thought can settle. “you mean, like someone from work?”

but he doesn’t smile. his gaze flickers over your face, unreadable. and maybe you imagine it, but you swear he looks at your lips for a second.

“sure,” he answers flatly. “someone from work.”

the silent stretches, making you uncomfortable.

“I mean,” you add. “you’re kind of the exception. you’re different from them. I always feel secure and know I don’t have to worry about you. you’re safe.”

james swallows hard. “safe.” he echoes.

the word feels like a stab wound on his tongue.

you sigh, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. he’s solid, warm—smells like cologne and cedar and home.

“thank you for always being there.” you whisper. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer. he presses a kiss to your head.

“you’ll always have me. whether you want to or not.”

you smile a little, he can sound a bit intense sometimes, but that’s part of who he is and you’d never change it. you arms sneak around his body, searching for that comforting sensation of your chest warming every time you’re together.

you fall asleep right there, curled against him—your eyes fluttering closed as you try to ignore the thoughts of james now plaguing your mind, because what if after all this time, after all the bad dates and the constant feeling of not being enough, you never realized your chance of being happy is right next to you?

and you don’t notice the way james’ fingers twitch around your arm. or the way his jaw tenses every time you hum in your sleep, squeezing his shirt between your hands.

you don’t see when his head falls back into the couch after you’ve drifted off, staring at the ceiling.

he tells himself it’s fine.

he can wait.

because soon, you’ll get tired of looking.

and when you finally realize the only good man you’ve ever had has been right here all along? you’ll never want to leave.

and if you do, he’ll make sure you can’t.

#*. ⋆ velvet's writing #*. ⋆ velvet's mail #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #marauders era #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter fic #dark!james potter #dark!james potter x reader

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abeautifullittlefoooool · 1 day ago

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you're the risk

summary: your friends drag you to the Sinclair's 4th of July party and you run into Johnny again (based off this comment!!! and this ask!!! and this ask!!! (actually thank you all so much for these ideas, I was clueless without you and I wouldn't have been able to give the people what they want and thats really all I want like yall dont know how excited I got at different parts of this for yall to hopefully really enjoy it because I was having so much fun) and part 2 to dressed in black now)

pairing: Johnny Sinclair x reader

contains/warnings: mention and allusions of further sexual activity (fingering, masturbation, oral) but nothing graphic, use of y/n, reader and johnny being stupid horny teenagers because what are they if not that like do you not remember part 1 that led them here THEY HOOKED UP AT A FUNERAL., making out and kissing down ones body but once again nothing graphic, Johnny so obviously having the biggest fattest stupidest most humongous crush ever, not proofread by anyone but me, all the I'm no expert writer disclaimers

a/n: I feel like I'm third wheeling like should I step out? I'm so happy for you guys but I'm watching moments I shouldn't

The other Sinclair Liars joined Johnny staring out at the water the day after Tipper's funeral. He kept thinking about ways he could run into you again. Maybe he could spend the day just lingering around town and hoping to see you out and about. What if he threw a party for you to come? Did his mom still have your mom's number? He could ask you out old school. Through parent's permission. God, you had him longing so hard he was considering losing all sex appeal by going through your mother to get a date with you.

"What are you pondering, Johnny?" Mirren asked, plopping down beside him.

"Wha? oh, nothing," he lied.

"Bullshit," Cadence called him out on it.

"He's probably missing that girl he was with yesterday," Mirren teased, nudging his shoulder with hers.

"She seemed cool! What was her name?" Cadence inquired.

"Can we not talk about her?" Johnny asked of them.

"Why not?" Mirren questioned. "Yeah, why not, Johnny?" Cadence further pushed.

"I don't want to talk about it," he told them.

"Why not?" Mirren questioned again. "Yeah, why not?" Cadence further pushed again.

They drove him nuts. They were like toddlers until finally he broke and told.

"Mom and Ed walked in on us! while I was kind of like you know..." Johnny spilled.

"Huh?!" Mirren exclaimed. "They walked in on you having sex?!" Cadence asked. "And you said no one would expect sex at a funeral!" Mirren recited.

"No! not like full on sex! just, like, my hand..." Johnny clarified, trailing off. He didn't dare even look in their direction.

"You fingered a girl at Tipper's funeral?!" Mirren asked, near gagging up breakfast.

"It wasn't AT her funeral!" Johnny corrected.

Despite the wealth that allowed its size, Red Gate's walls were thin. Gat heard shuffling and pants coming from Johnny's room. He was just doing his nightly goodnight round anyway so continued. Johnny was preoccupied. Your face, your breaths, your hands, your mouth, your chest were on replay in his mind. His brain, and his hand, in a different realm, or rather back a week ago, made him so mindless he didn't hear Gat's footsteps. Twisting open the door handle and pushing open the door, Johnny sat up, staring petrified at Gat, who put the scene together quickly with Johnny's hand under his covers giving it away.

"Ew, Jonathan!" Gat exclaimed.

"Well, don't come in my room without knocking!" Johnny shouted back, throwing a pillow at the door for Gat to leave. "And like you've never done it before!" Johnny called out through the closed door.

Johnny couldn't deny it. He was obsessed with you. He was disappointed when he didn't bump into you in Martha's today. And he was looking! The whole time! He couldn't live like this. He'd dogeared your housephone's number in the phonebook just in case! This was atrocious!

"Where are we going for 4th of July?" you asked your friends over the phone, mindlessly brushing over your upper lip with the tips of your hair while hanging off the side of your bed.

"I think the Sinclair's are throwing a party on Beechwood. And what's better than a rich kids party?" Belinda suggested, rhetorically questioning with an audible grin. You sat up at the mention of the Sinclairs.

"mm-mm, y/n has an issue with the Sinclairs," Serenity, who, ironically, was always the opposite of such, mentioned, hint of teasing in her tone.

"I don't have an issue with the Sinclairs," you denied. "Wait, what happened with the Sinclairs?" Belinda inquired. "Isn't your mom friends with the hot one's mom?" Veronica questioned

"Yeah, y/n, tell them about the hot one," Serenity instigated. You rolled your eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it," you stated. "What happened with the hot one?" Veronica inquired. "What hot one?" Belinda asked.

"y/n hooked up with Johnny at Tipper's funeral," Serenity spilled.

"WHAT?!" Belinda exclaimed, baffled. "It wasn't AT her funeral!" you clarified. "What was he like?!" Veronica inquired.

"We got interrupted by his mom and step dad before we actually did anything! now, can we move on and find a different party to go to?!" you spilled. Veronica snickered.

"No, now we need to go to Beechwood even more!" Veronica declared. "Yes!" Belinda seconded. "You need to reconnect with your lost love!" Serenity taunted. "I hate you guys!" you decided, leaving the call and flopping back on your bed with a huff.

You were doing everything you could to avoid Johnny. You had come. But just to make sure your friends stayed out of trouble. You didn't want them making the same mistake you did. You avoid Red Gate like the plague. You still hadn't got over how embarrassing it was. His mom and step dad walking in to you under their son, who had your neck's skin between his teeth and hand slipped into your-

"God! y/n, you can't just avoid where the party is because you might see a guy you nearly hooked up with like a few weeks ago!" Belinda tells you. She was already a beer deep. You could tell because she was a lightweight. "Come onnn," she insists, pulling you along. On your way up north on the island, she grabs a beer and hands it back to you. "Maybe this will help you loosen up."

Loosen you up and help you cope were a thin line for yourself in a less than desirable situation so 3 quick beer bottles later, you hear a group of people cheer behind you and look over your shoulder to investigate. A bunch of boys around a table didn't keep your attention, but the sun reflecting off blond hair did.

"Who the fuck invited them?" Johnny asks, pointing to the aforementioned group of guys with a little water gun? in his hand.

"The tennis boys? probably me. Cady needed options," Mirren answers, nodding along with a smirk. Cadence nods. Johnny turns to face Mirren on his right, and you slip inside to avoid him even catching a glimpse of you a few yards behind her.

"Next time you decide to invite people from my school to my party, how about you run them by me first?" Johnny scolds her, jaw clenched tight. He inhales a deep breathe as he turns away. "Fuck's sake, Mirren!" he shouts, pegging the water gun into the grass as he walks off into Windermere.

"y/n?" Johnny's voice inquires, startling you as you sip from your beer bottle mouth and peruse Windermere's decor.

"Heyy..." you greet, rocking in place from your heels to your toes. There was a tension teenage immaturity gave to speaking to someone who'd seen you nude. Well, not completely. But still too much for comfort.

"It's so great to see you," Johnny rushes out a welcoming, moving over to hug you. You're taken off guard, but hug him back. You felt weird he knew what the chest he was against looked like without your top on. "You look great," he tells you as he pulls back, gesturing to you.

"So do you!" you compliment back, not wanting to act overly awkward when he wasn't. Did this only feel awkward for you? Were you the awkward one here? "Why are you away from the event this time? I don't see Blake Beaumont," you jokingly question and he lets out an amused huff, looking down.

"Don't really want to talk about it but I'm up to hang with you if you're up for it," he suggests and you nod. It's not weird if you don't make it so.

"Why were YOU embarrassed?!" Johnny asks many drinks later, with snacks between you both sat criss-crossed on the counter of Cuddledown.

"Because I was the nude one!" you told him, smiling through the whole conversation. Johnny was magic like that. Always a smile on your lips around him.

"Pff, it was your top half, that's not that bad!" he assures you.

"Your positioning also didn't leave much to the imagination!" you remind him and he stifles a laugh. His mind goes back to your sighs and pants, gasped "Johnny"s and all the times he's thought about it before. But like Gat entering his room with an overly dramatic "Ew, Jonathan!", Mirren stumbling in with the boat boy interrupts his thoughts. "Hey you 2," you greet, taking a swig from your drink, smirk on your lips from their obvious plans.

"Hey yourself-" Mirren starts before recognising you. "Wait, your funeral finger girl, aren't you?" she questions, coming to lean agains the opposite end of the counter and Johnny's giggly expression drops, face burning red. You burst out laughing.

"What?!" you ask through a laugh.

"Ebon, how about you and Mirren continue whatever you're doing and y/n and I will continue what we're doing elsewhere," Johnny proposed, jumping off the counter and pulling you off with him. Ebon nods.

"On it," he agrees, pulling Mirren away upstairs as she giggles. You giggle as Johnny leads you out of Cuddledown.

"Funeral finger girl?" you repeat. "Shut up," Johnny shuts it down.

"You've really gotta....work on....being less....hot," you tell Johnny between kissing, your hands thoroughly messing up his hair. He hums into the kiss.

"Yeah? it seems to be....a blessing with....you," he gets out before kissing down your neck.

"it's a curse for me," you declare breathlessly as he kisses down your neck, your hands on the back of his head, hair under your palms, while his undo your shorts. He pulls the string on the back of your bikini top, taking it off as he continues to kiss down your chest and torso. Sliding your shorts down your legs, he looks up to your anticipatory face, shit eating grin on his face. You roll your eyes, hand in his hair shoving him down and he doesn't hesitate.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks, drawing mindless patterns on your back as you lay on his chest.

"Groaning in pain hungover," you half jokingly answer. He snickers.

"Like the afternoon. Are you free?" he inquires, and you pull back a bit.

"Is Jonathan Sinclair asking me on a date?" you teasing question, propped up by your forearms on his chest.

"No, Johnny!-" he jokingly corrects, imitating your moan of his name. You slap your hands over his mouth to shut him up.

"Johnny!" you scold and he chuckles, moving your hands away from his mouth.

"or that," he says, pointing to you, "is asking you on a date," he finishes his correction. Leaning back further with his arms behind his head, "which I hope my exorbitant wealth and established skills in bed incline you to accept," he adds jokingly under his breath, looking around his bedroom. You roll your eyes but hold his head in place with both hands, pressing your lips against his, and he melts into it, hands slowly coming down to hold your waist.

You approach Espresso Love, nervously fiddling with your fingers. You were like a schoolgirl with a crush because, well, you were. Red, black, and white striped long sleeve and white shorts with his gold chain around his neck, mindlessly spinning his silver bangle around his right wrist as he stared off, his curls perfectly styled. Johnny. You could tell even from behind.

"Boo!" you half heartedly scare him and he jumps.

"Shi- y/n! Don't do that!" he tells you off and you roll your eyes as he speaks. He takes you in with an up down glance. Hair you've clearly touched up a million times so it looked perfect, sundress, sandals. "You look amazing," he comments and you smile, pecking his lips.

"Do you want anything?" you ask him, gesturing to the door you were heading towarss. He shakes his head.

"No, I'm fine, and I uh believe it's custom the man orders" he notes, voice going up at the end like a question. Your smile widens at his attempt at chivalry.

"I can order, Johnny," you tell him and he nods, accepting your whim. "But, card?" you hold out your hands for his amex. His brows furrow looking up at you. "I've been on your family's private island; I'm not feigning any of that humility," you reason half jokingly and he rolls his eyes, dramatically acting like it's such a labour to reach into his pocket and pull out his wallet, slipping out his card. He places it in your hand and you act like it weighs a million pounds, dropping your hand down as you "struggle." He chuckles.

Walking along the sand, you skim your spoon around the edge of your icecream to avoid it dripping. You stare out at the sunset as Johnny stares at you.

"It's so beautiful," you remark about the view. This place was a lot of things and pretty was definitely one of them.

"I agree," Johnny replies, eyes locked on you. You look back at him.

"Stop doing that!" you jokingly scold him.

"What?! I can't look at you?! You said the same thing when you were on top-" Johnny retorts through chuckling but you cut him off with an elbow to the ribs.

"Shut up! we're in public!" you remind him but it serves as a reminder to yourself.

You're in public. With Johnny. Together. He wanted to be in public with you. Johnny doesn't know what happened in that head of yours but he notices your shift in energy. You throw your arms around his neck, kissing his lips. He quickly reciprocates.

"What happened to being in public," he teasingly mumbles against your lips.

"Then let's get out of the public," you say, pulling back, smirk on your lips. He can tell what you're suggesting.

He's never going to turn down that offer.

#johnny sinclair x reader #johnny sinclair #johnny sinclair x you #johnny sinclair fanfiction #johnny sinclair x reader fanfiction #johnny sinclair x you fanfiction

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keirareidss · 1 day ago

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Hi! Please do 10, D, and 𓃰. Reader x Spencer x Penelope. Who in which position doesn't matter, I'm very versatile and happy with any (that also includes which hole). In fact all taking turns would be perfect but if that's too much, I'm good with it being mentioned. Thank you so much.

of course! this is my first time writing Penelope so I hope you like it :)

build a fic choices: ꒰ 10 ꒱ spit roast, ꒰ D ꒱ leaving a hickey on their neck, ꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a truck bed warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, reader wears a dress, Penelope wears a strap wc: 0.9k

You’ve been friends with Penelope and Spencer since you joined the team. They were both so nice and you all were a lot more similar than you initially thought.

Often, all three of you went out together on what Penelope called ‘friend dates’ to museums, parks, restaurants. You always had fun and you were constantly looking forward to the next one.

None of you were sure when your ‘friend dates’ became real dates. When you started kissing each other goodnight, on the lips, when holding hands started to mean something more, when glances across the room changed from something silly and friendly, to something longing and desperate.

Soon, you found yourself in a relationship. Well, an unconfirmed, not technically labeled, relationship. You were spending the night at each other's houses, buying each other gifts, kissing more passionately.

One thing you haven’t done yet, is have sex. Until tonight.

Penelope had scheduled another date for the three of you, a little picnic in an empty parking lot in the back of your truck.

“There! Comfy, right?” Penelope smiled, putting her finishing touches on the set up in the truck bed. The scene was complete with blankets, pillows, fairy lights, and the three of you snuggled together in the middle of it.

“It’s perfect.” You responded, leaning your head on her shoulder, your hand intertwined with Spencer’s on your other side.

“You’re perfect. Both of you.” Penelope said, making you and Spencer blush.

“So are you, Pen.” You turned to her and your eyes caught on her lips. “God, your lipstick looks really good tonight.”

“Thank you! It’s actually a new combo I’m trying called-” You couldn’t hold back any longer, surging forward and pressing your lips to hers. She gasps in surprise, though she’s quick to kiss you back, her rings cold on your skin as she cups your cheek.

On your other side, you can feel Spencer getting a little jealous, his eyes boring into you both. You pull away from Penelope, turning to him and planting a kiss on him which he eagerly reciprocates.

Penelope’s lipstick that had transferred to your lips was now smearing onto Spencer’s. It took him a moment to open his eyes after you pulled away and when he did, you were leaning back to let Penelope drift forward, the two of them kissing softly in front of you.

“You look so pretty.” Spencer murmured before glancing over to you, needing to make sure you don’t feel left out. “So do you, I- I love your hair.”

“Thank you, Spence.” You chuckled, your hand finding its way into his hair as you dipped down to press a few kisses to his neck, biting softly. Penelope follows, kissing the other side. Marks are left on either side of his neck, intricate, unique hickies from you both.

Spencer takes a shaky breath, his head tilting back in pleasure. Your hand falls into his lap, palming him through his pants as Penelope’s palm slides up his chest, starting to unbutton the crisp shirt he wore.

“Wait, wait,” He swallows and you both pull back to look at him. “What are we doing?” You exchange a glance with Penelope, biting your lip as she grins.

“Having fun.” She answers. She reaches back to sift through her bag, pulling out a hot pink strap-on that she slides up under her skirt. She pulls you in to nip at your bottom lip, kissing earnestly, before turning you around to face Spencer.

She pushes you down by the small of your back, her hands at your hips, you on your hands and knees. Penelope gestures for Spencer to position himself in front of you.

Penelope’s hands caress you softly, loving on the curves of your body whereas Spencer is a lot more nervous and jittery, undoing his belt.

You can feel the pink strap-on nudging your entrance underneath your dress as you watch Spencer shove his pants down his hips. You lean forward to kiss at the exposed skin, to the hem of his boxers.

When he pulls those down as well, you reach out to grasp his cock, taking it into your mouth. Penelope pulls your underwear to the side, sliding her length inside your entrance, making you moan around Spencer. He shudders, hand fisting in your hair.

“Shit, that’s so good.” He murmurs, his head falling back as the three of you find a rhythm, Penelope pushing you forward by your hips, making you take all of Spencer’s cock in your mouth before pulling you back onto her strap, burying it deep inside you.

The stimulation from both of them has you right on the edge, moaning out, too full to be able to warn them. Soon, you’re cumming on Penelope’s cock and Spencer is filling your mouth with his own release, a soft grunt leaving his lips.

They both pull out, leaving you to sit up, wiping your lips. Penelope brushes back your hair, cupping your face and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“You did great, honey. And now,” She turns to Spencer. “It’s your turn.” She boops his nose and he blushes.

“What?”

The three of you end up spending your whole night together, exploring each other, switching positions, crossing any lines there were before and now, you knew for sure, you weren’t just friends anymore.

Taglist: @superbeaglewitch, @perfectgoopfishuniversity-blog, totallynotabuckybarnessimp, @dramioneforevertilltheend. @cynbx, @diminombre, @tinythebunni, @pixie-verse, @westanleovaldito, @khxna, @person-005, @cinnamoncunt

#♡ keira's fics #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #♡ keira's requests #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia smut

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rachawritingblog · 3 days ago

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The Art of Everything You've Been Missing

Pairing: Gender-Neutral Reader x Hyunjin

Genres: Slice of Life and Contemporary Romance.

Word count: 1600

Summary: Your boyfriend canceled your date when you were already at the location. You text your best friend, Hyunjin, as a backup. You two have a relaxing day together at the art museum. Later at night, through the quietness of his room, you realize, when was the last time you had such a good time with your boyfriend?

You have a boyfriend that you've been with for six months. However, he's always busy with his part-time job, and in his free time, he spends time with his guy best friends. He barely ever frees up his schedule to go on dates with you and usually ignores your messages. When he does reply, it's a dry response.

A week prior, you two had planned a date to an art museum that you'd been dying to visit. You dressed up in an artsy outfit for the day and traveled an hour by transportation to the location. You didn't see him anywhere upon arrival, so you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was just going to be a little late.

Fifteen minutes pass, and he's still not present. You look at your phone, seeing a text message from him that something came up that is going to prevent him from going.

You sigh to yourself as he always makes up excuses. You didn't know if you should just head home or have a fun time alone. Until you remembered your best friend, Hyunjin had always given you a hand with situations like this. He's especially fond of art museums, which makes him look forward to it.

You text him, "My bf canceled our date plans to this art museum, and I'm already at the destination. :("

He opens your text rapidly, not wasting any time to get dressed and travel to where you are. "I'm getting dressed. Send me your location."

You oblige. While waiting, you decided to go on a quick stroll around the area, purchasing a drink at a nearby café. Hyunjin arrives in a little over an hour, finally spotting you and excitedly running up to you.

"Hi, Y/N!" He greets.

"Hey. Are you ready to go inside?"

He nods eagerly and is practically dragging you into the museum. He seems more enthusiastic about this than you.

You ask the person at the register for two tickets. You were getting out your cash, but he beats you to it, paying for both of you.

"Hyunjin, you didn't have to—" He cuts you off.

"It's alright. Besides, you invited me out here." He says with a warm smile.

Before you can protest, he grabs the tickets and starts walking off without you.

"Wait up!" You whisper-yell before catching up to him.

"Thanks for paying for the tickets."

"Of course. I'm pretty sure that jerk wouldn't have done so." He puts harshly.

"A-are you referring to my boyfriend?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It's messed up how inconsistent he is." He admits.

You keep silent, not fond of how your best friend is belittling your boyfriend, though you eventually let it go.

Inside the different galleries, he recognized a handful of artworks. He would give you a short summary about the ones he had some knowledge of.

On the hangout with Hyunjin, all thoughts about your boyfriend slipped from your mind. You were just focused on the present moment.

The museum was massive, so you two tried to cram in as many artworks as you could possibly see within four hours. Neither of you got bored, having fun and taking a bunch of pictures of one another in front of paintings.

It was closing time, so you both made your way out.

"Wow, we really saw a lot, didn't we?" You ask, spent from all that walking.

"Yeah. I'm really hungry after all of that."

He remembers a nearby restaurant. "There's this Korean diner a few minutes away. Do you mind eating there?

You shake your head, "I don't mind. I like trying new foods. Let's go."

He takes you to the Korean restaurant because you two are starving.

The owner greets him. "Oh, Hyunjin! It's been a while. How have you been?"

He waves to her, "Hey. I've been doing well. It's sweet to be back."

"I see you've brought someone new!" She observes.

He hesitates before vaguely introducing you. "Yeah. They're a close friend of mine."

"Well, I hope they enjoy our food and service!"

He nods with a soft smile. One of the waiters takes them to a table for two. With the menu, he shows you his comfort foods, Korean barbecue and kimchi jjigae. You pick kimchi jjigae as it's making your mouth water just by looking at the picture. He chooses that option as well.

You two didn't have to wait too long for the food to be served. It was absolutely delicious; you both finished it swiftly.

"Mmm, thanks for bringing me here. The food is amazing." Your eyes light up as you continue taking bites.

He smiles hearing that, as it makes him feel joyful that you were open to trying new foods, especially ones from his culture.

He pays once again for the meals, but you didn't mind. After exiting the diner, you two start heading to the train station, concluding the day.

"I think you should stay over at my place. It'll be pretty late for you to be walking outside alone." He offers.

You've never stayed inside his home before, but you weren't completely against it.

"Uhm, sure! If you really don't mind."

"I don't. You're always welcome to come inside my residence."

"Thanks."

"Mhm," he answers, giving you a small smile.

Inside the train, you are feeling sleepy as it's been such a long day for you. You closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off into dreamland. Unconsciously, your head drooped to Hyunjin's shoulder, casually resting there. He was surprised and somewhat flushed but didn't make any attempt at moving away.

Once the train ride comes to a complete stop to where he needs to get off, he quickly wakes you up. He drags you off the train in order to not miss his stop while you're still half-asleep.

"Hyune, where are we going?" You accidentally call him a nickname in your half-asleep state.

The incident elicited some confusion from him. You aren't the type of friends to do nicknames, so he wondered why you called him that in the first place. He excused it since you aren't fully awake yet.

"W-what did you call me?" He questions, a light tint of pink appearing on his cheeks.

"Hyune? Isn't that what I always call you?" You ask, almost sounding drunk.

"No. We don't do nicknames," he puts bluntly.

You two continued walking, arriving at his house within ten minutes of the train station.

His parents welcome you in generously, as he has talked about you to them before. His pet dog, Kkami, runs over to the both of you. Hyunjin kneels down to pet Kkami, while it goes over to you and sniffs your ankle.

You're a bit concerned. "Is it going to bite me?"

He chuckles. "No, he's a friendly dog. He just wants to make sure you're not a danger."

You nod, and he leads you to his bedroom.

"I don't have two beds nor a guest room, so..." He ponders for a moment.

"I can try creating a makeshift bed on the floor," he suggests.

"Why can't we share the bed? It seems big enough for both of us." You state casually.

He gets timid as he wasn't expecting you to make that offer.

"Share a bed? A-are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything." There's concern laced in his tone.

"You won't make me uncomfortable, I promise. I trust you." You reassure.

He reluctantly goes along with your idea. You two climb into his bed, making yourselves cozy while also maintaining some distance.

"See, this isn't so bad." You retort, trying to prove a point.

He nods, agreeing with you, but he can't completely shake off the thought that he might accidentally make you feel uncomfortable.

There's pure silence, the both of you staring up at the ceiling since sleep isn't coming easy to you two.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Thanks for taking time out of your day to spend it with me. You didn't have to."

"It doesn't bother me. I wasn't occupied anyway. Plus, you know how passionate I am when it comes to art."

"Haha, yeah. I just can't believe my boyfriend canceled at the worst timing." You mope about it.

You continue, "But I have to admit, I probably would've enjoyed my time at the museum more with you than with him."

He gets bashful but can't help feeling grateful that you genuinely think that.

"He's so unreliable. I don't know why you still put up with him."

"I mean, he's just busy. I want to respect that."

"He literally doesn't make an effort to spend any time with you. He's not worth it, Y/N."

"I just want to give him a chance." You say, admittedly.

"I don't know about that. I think you should consider ending things with him."

Your eyes widen in shock and slight panic. "W-what? Breakup?"

"Yeah. You deserve someone who will treat you better," he states honestly.

You sigh, feeling a bit hollow inside when thinking deeper about it. When was the last time you had such a leisurely experience with your boyfriend like you had today with Hyunjin?

"I'll have to think hard about that one. But I guess what you're saying is kind of true."

He can sense that you don't want to deal with the inner turmoil of this situation, so he ends the conversation.

"Let's discuss this more in the morning, yeah?"

You nod, still a little hazy from your nap on the train ride. "Yeah. Night."

"Goodnight, Y/N." He repeats to you, his tone soft and laced with sleep.

dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/strangergraphics

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tinyteezer · 2 days ago

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Tinyteezer's Fic Recommendations~

Honestly I never thought I'd do this BUT I can't keep panic searching for these amazing reads ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Overall I'd say if you're a minor please stay away , I know it's not all of my fic recommendations but quite a few cover darker concepts and 18+ concepts. I tried my best to label everything but I know I missed out on quite a few :/

Technically this is my first ever post (ignoring the thousands of reblogs on my page) I know it's long but please judge kindly and I really did try my best to give all credit where it is due ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Looks like I'll be doing a part 2??... I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A 50 TAG LIMIT 😭 ... Actually idk what I'll do, there's so much more I wanted to tag 🫠 I'll figure this out another day 🫠🫠

ATEEZ~

OT8:

"Your fan, _____" serious by @hwaightme this series holds a special spot in my heart, it is such a fun twist to see ateez as the fans. First thought- an absolutely adorable series but it touches on so much more and I don't know how to put it into words. Truly a must read!!

Babysitting aniteez by @ateezlibrary just adorable, so much fluff that I get cuteness aggression. Atz with baby teez is- AHHHH T-T ♡

ATEEZ X ANGST TROPES by @the-midnight-blooms if you're a fan of different angst tropes READ THIS!! Together we get to explore heartbreak in 8 different ways T-T (yes I'm sane- I just like to let my emotions out with my readings :3 )

The Way To Heart SPINOFF series by @edenesth JUST AMAZING T^T now I am guilty of not finishing but this is seriously too good to ignore. The way everyone learned how to love how they all came together to see a brighter and more love filled future just does something to your heart. I find myself fantasizing about this series (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Hongjoong:

Hard Times by @last-words-ofashootingstar (currently an ongoing series) Step-dad Joong, yandere, angst, smut- okay warnings out of the way... LITERAL CHEF'S KISSES!! (If you are into these darker concepts- and well I am :3)

Until I die... By @bunny-hwa ANGST- if you need a good cry and a small excuse to be a little violent, read this!! I had to pause so many times while reading this cause the emotions got too real (was this close to yeeting my phone across the room) warning tho... Joong's a cheater and reader has a terminal illness ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

Undying Bonds by @edenesth Zombie apocalypse au~ Joong sacrifices so much to go and get everyone back together during this nightmare but while doing this he leaves his love behind with his best friend (Hwa) in hopes of ensuring her safety... I DON'T WANT TO SPOIL MUCH BUT READ IT PLEASE (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

Seonghwa:

Baby series by @last-words-ofashootingstar MY LITERAL KRYPTONITE- The hold this series has on me, like I will drop any and everything for this series. This does revolve around topics like yandere, littles, and it is on the darker side but it's so well executed. (There is smut as well) I've been in love with this series for so long, back before it is the series that it is today, back when it was just "Baby" and "Medicine". At the time I had no idea it would grow to the series it is today, like I was so hooked that I found myself making my own fanfiction in my head about it (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Borrowed Time series by @wooyoungiewritings in love with this one!! You'll feel like you have just watched a kdrama- I seriously don't know how else to word it. The reader is in a horrible marriage, the husband wants it open and everything is great when it's only him dating but he obviously gets jealous when she starts dating someone else (his boss who's 100x better :3) the emotional rollercoaster is so real with this one but so worth it T~T

Long exposure by @hwaightme dark themes, smut, angst, warnings out of the way- OH MY GAWD. I'm speechless but to see the breaking of Wooyoung and the reader's relationship and how the reader gained comfort and confidence to walk away with Hwa's help (even though it's not the most appropriate- still love it tho) left me with my jaw dropped.

Letters I didn't send by @lcvejjoong ANGST!! Cheating hwa + terminally ill reader... The way the reader chose to love is just gut-wrenching, to choose to be in love in these circumstances just wasn't fair. Reader deserved better and Hwa didn't deserve that level of grace ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

How we live in Tokyo + pt.2 @yeoslattes SMUT, some angst in pt.2, overall adult topics in both- RACER HWA!! He may be a little toxic and all kinds of stupid (in a loving way) but it hits @~@

Love in slow motion by @hwaslayer biting my fist- the way Hwa loves the reader is seriously so precious. His unwavering devotion and support has me as a weak puddle on the floor!! Reader is a bit oblivious on Hwa's unwavering love and it's so painful but makes for such a good read🥀

Royal Library by @nczennie ft.Wooyoung. Arranged marriage between royals. The princess was supposed to fall for the prince but instead she falls for his royal secretary... Literally screamed into my pillow reading this!! The fight for actual love over an arranged marriage had me in the floor just- andhsjsjqjaashaj (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

You're the one that I Want series by @ateezmakemeweep if you're a fan of Grease you have to read this!! HOWEVER please know that this is truly a story of its own, besides the summer love trope from Grease, this truly is its own work. Hwa is an idiot (and a bit of an ass) but he'll redeem himself. The reader tho- I JUST WANNA HUG HER ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Playing with Fire series by @ateezmakemeweep sugar daddy Hwa- what more do I need to say? Joking (not really)- this story has an iron grip on me, whenever I introduce my friends to the wonderful world of Tumblr fics I ALWAYS recommend this one (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) the suggestiveness, the smut, the angst, the fluff- the combination of everything makes this work worth it!! A must read :3

Undying Bonds by @edenesth Zombie apocalypse au~ while his best friend (Joong) goes out to find all the members, sacrificing his life and so much more, Joong has to leave his love behind in Hwa's care... Hwa secretly loves her too (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)... Read to find out what happens :3 (no spoilers sorry)

The Way to His Heart series by @edenesth GENERAL HWA- literally had me clawing my wall for that alone... ANYWAYS- this emotional rollercoaster this story takes you on is unmatched. The general learning how to love his wife and for Lady Park (his arranged wife) to heal from all her wounds and learning about her own self worth just- had me in tears at some moments. Together they created something so beautiful (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Yunho:

One Day at a Time by @sorryimananti-romantic ft.Hwa. War time au, Yunho and Hwa go to war but only Yunho returns... And Yunho keeps his last promise to Hwa. Amidst all the heartache a new love is formed ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ (yes it had me feeling emotions)

Wooyoung:

Just casual by @peacheeeliz (smau) fwb to lovers~ Wooyoung is such an idiot in the most frustrating (yet somehow still very lovable even if you wanna throttle him for a hot minute) way!! Woo is DOWN BAD just give him a minute to accept it :3

Enhypen~

OT7:

Written in Ink by @jaysguitarstring (ongoing series~) angst!! I know it's currently ongoing but so far each apology letter we've received is a different kind of pain- emotions will be high with this one ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Kissing my best friend by @hoon4lia TikTok trend home right with the boys!! Friends to more (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Hyunh Line smaus:

No explanation needed for these- just crack and laughs!!

I Can't Pay the Rent by @hoonieyun

Who Taught you That? by @hoonieyun

Lets breakup... by @hoonieyun

Response time: .025 seconds by @hoonieyun

A Silly Test of Trust by @hoonieyun

Emergency Contact by @hoonieyun ↖️

Heeseung:

Funeral pyre - by @peacheeeliz (smau) DOWN BAD HEESEUNG- need I say more? In the most loving way possible, when I say I want a loser THIS is exactly what I mean :3

Highness by @heesngirl (SMUT) king + Queen- just the control hee has here is leaving me speechless 🥀

Hoodie Boogie by @songbirdseung so cute!! Oversized hoodie are all we want (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Please Leave by @songbirdseung heeseung here is just anshajsjqjs!!! His possessiveness has me weak 🫠

Kill me girl by @songbirdseung lmao I love seeing her scared of his wife (in the cutest and most loving way possible) (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Triage by @maiverie I love any story with a good loser lead!!! Popular girl teaching loser hee how to date... The way they change each other for the better ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Hope-less by @star-sim This one is seriously so cute!! Hee crushing on oblivious reader is what I live for!! (He's so down bad- I LOVE IT) Everyone knows about Hee's crush except her, it becomes an entire classes effort to push them together T~T

Second hand heaven by @nephynes smut, angst, mental illness, adult topics~ schizophrenic Heeseung who's first love is the piano. Reader comes in and changes so much for him- the emotions this one hits is insane ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

Jay:

Always by @hoonieyun (smau) I see the inspo from Jay's always cover and I'm LIVING for it!! Cute and a little funny cause the reader is hotheaded (very relatable) and like low-key down bad Jay :3

Please be real by @ja3yun rekindling exe's!! Angst, smut~ the hold this angst piece has on me... Jay is just- he's so- AHSHAJAAKZANSJ!!!! The birthday tradition, the longing, THE LOVE- I'm weak! Seriously no one touch me Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

Cat Meow-tchmaker by @hoonieyun (smau) LIVE, LOVE & STAN COLONEL POOPIE!!! Who knew a cat could do so much in the world of romance (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

21st Century Girl by @hoonvrs (smau) the boys are so stupid it's so cute!! Jay struggling to prove he has a girlfriend is a new fave concept of mine (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Jake:

Texts with down bad Jake @hoonieyun (smau) ANYTIME there's a story with down bad Jake I'M SOLD- he's so cute it's unbelievable (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Your Eyes Only by @hoonieyun (smau) reader and Jake are both equally down bad and losery for each other that it's literally everything!! From fake proposals & the tickle monster to the real deal 🥹

Almond Croissant by @hoonieyun (smau) even though he can't cook we love a man that tries (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Undone by @nephynes smut, a bit of angst, adult topics~ out of Jake's friends only Jay is a real one!! ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ The boys may think that Jake isn't getting anything but oh wrong they are 👄

Watermelon Sugar by @wonryllis 18+!! F Boy Jake is in love with his roommate but the idiot (in the most loving way) keeps sleeping with other girls... They're both so oblivious to their feelings for each other but the way he always puts her first has me weak ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Sunghoon:

Newly Weds by @peacheeeliz (smau) unnecessarily funny!! Hoon and reader are both so oblivious- the entire chat can see what they're refusing to acknowledge!! (Jealous Hoon tho- jealous Hoon gives me life (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

Noona by @hoonvrs (smau) down bad Hoon with older reader who is equally as down bad (she's just better at hiding it) the funniest and cutest love story ever (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Jungwon:

Would it Scare You? by @onlygarden smut, angst, comfort, darker themes~ the way Wonnie loves and protects the reader leaves me speechless!!! ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Who's That Boy? by @hoonieyun (smau) influencer reader with shy Wonnie. An innocent love 🥹 (tho wonnie might end up being the better influencer 🤣)

Niki:

Chrome Hearts, Pink Hearts by @nyangsterz nonchalant Niki with hyper feminine reader~ it's so cute how Niki tries to fight off the girly touches to his space but ends up embracing it in his swag regardless (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Chrome Hearts by @yeonmuse (smau) down bad Niki!! I feel like that's enough reason to give this a read (I swear I'm weak for the down bad trope) but he's so attentive and his love/devotion to artist reader is heart warming (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

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sydwritess · 2 days ago

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Love all the way Through Pt. 4

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: You have always been a big fan of f1, especially Ferrari. Your friend Charles always invites you to races, until one day you meet someone particularly special.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing, age gap (around 10- 15 years), mentions of miscarriage!!

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05

You were sat at a fancy restaurant alone. You have been waiting for a couple of minutes, waiting for Lewis. You have on a nice, faded lilac color dress. Strapless with a slit running up the leg.

The restaurant was dimly lit, the light chatter of the people around you, and the grazing of silverware when it hits the plates.

Definitely out of your league.

You were at a corner table, the white tablecloth gently laid flat against it, the silverware that cost more than your house. You still waited.

You saw the hostess walk in your direction as you took a sip of your drink. Lewis followed right behind her.

You stand up as he arrives to the table, giving him a small hug.

"I'm sorry I was late, I got caught up with work and then rushed right home to get and outfit." He trails off.

"It's okay. Seriously, I've only been here a couple of minutes." You wave off.

"So you have food recommendations?" He asks, looking at the menu placed in front of him.

"See... I'm more of a 'get whatever on the way home' type of girl." You joke.

"Same with me, really. I haven't sat down at a restaurant in... ages." He says, looking at you.

You hold his gaze. For the first time in forever you felt relaxed. Like being with him was a natural thing.

Until you see the couple, you least want to see.

Your smile falters when Max looks at you first. He walks over to you, dragging Kelly behind him.

"Hey guys... good to see you." Max says, shaking hands with Lewis.

"Good to see you... didn't know you come here." Lewis says.

"Oh you know... date night." Kelly pips in awkwardly.

"It's amazing to see you Y/n." She says happily. Beding slightly to hug.

"Don't touch me." You mumble in her ear, shifting your weight towards the wall. She instantly stands back up.

"Well... have a good night." Max says, quickly walking away from you and Lewis.

"I am so sorry. I did not know they were going to be here." Lewis said quickly.

"That was... fun." You smirk. There was a moment of silence between you. Lewis took a small sigh of relief.

"So... do you want to dive right into this or take it slow?" He asks.

"If you have a question, I might have an awnser." You say. He takes a moment, thinking to himself.

"You and Terry? I did not expect that."

"We've been friends for a couple of years. I was a backdrop artist for a set he was filming on and we kind of just... clicked." You awnser.

"Wow, you do everything don't you?" He smiled.

"More like... I'm talented?"

"So what did you do on set?"

"I helped interior design, painting walls, hanging pictures, design layouts. The classic American Dream home." He nods along.

"Would you ever do it again?"

"Depends on what movie. That was a one time only thing when I was in school."

"What'd you do for school?"

"Criminal Justice, Criminology and Cosmetology. I dropped out of cosmetology because I already had my license. Did a couple of years in detective work but got tired of it, so I quit."

"So you could be a... super spy." He jokes.

"Exactly." You laugh.

"Are you doing anything else now?"

"The modeling career, but I'm taking a break now. I'm actually setting up a podcast show with my friend, he already has the whole... fame thing so..." You trail off.

"That's still great."

"What about you? Is F1 it for you?" You ask.

"Yeah, pretty much. I've been doing it for a while."

"I bet. Do you ever get tired of driving?"

He sighs deeply. "I hate driving. The most annoying thing in the world." You laugh.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. So... this set design you did... what it hard?"

"No, I mean the blue prints maybe but everyone else put the work in. I just... painted the walls and hung the pictures." You remark.

"Do you do anything else? Design wise?"

You point while taking a sip of your drink. "I did Charles' Monaco helmet and, when he used to be nice, I did Lando's green one... partly."

"What? Okay... Lando said he did that all by himself?" Lewis questioned.

You giggle. "No, he didn't. He couldn't draw a stick figure to save his life."

"Oh my god." Lewis laughed out.

"He drew the design, a terrible rough draft at that. I added the color, printed it, and did the rest."

"I can't believe him." Lewis chuckled before taking a sip of the wine placed in from of him.

"So... what is the drama with you and Kelly?" He paused, putting a gentle hand out. "If you want to tell me."

"It's okay, I don't really care." You take a breath quickly. "Basically, I was around twenty when I got pregnant... totally by mistake." Lewis' eyes widened. "But I was in a really... hard spot at the time, daily stress, working, college. I ended up having a miscarriage because of all of it."

"Wow, I'm so sorry."

"It was a past thing... luckily, it wasn't as bad, I suppose. But thank you. This is where Kelly comes in. We've had friend history before, broke it off because she started becoming the awful person she is today." You let out a slight smile. "She had gotten pregnant with Penelope, and when I thought we were friends... boy, I was wrong. She had gotten pregnant a few months after I did. One morning, I woke up to my phone blowing up, and I looked on Kelly's Instagram, and she posted a story saying ,'I am so glad to be having a baby right now. At least P wasn't an accident. I hope the stress I'm under doesn't kill her.'" You pause, Lewis' eyes widened more, and his jaw dropped slightly.

"That's when I got into a bunch of shit because of what she posted. And yeah... got lawyers involved, she's technically not even supposed to be near me, but... you know." You shrug.

"Oh my God. That is an awful thing to say. I can't believe that... coming from her especially."

"I know... me to. But hey, she's wants to act like a bitch she's gonna get treated like one."

"Winning attitude." He jokes.

"Exactly."

He shakes his head. Words seemingly stuck for what he had just heard.

"Can't forget the best part either. Her and I had ongoing drama, so... me being me, having enough of her shit, I finally told her to meet up with me since she threatened to 'jump me.' Next thing you know she's texting me saying she's pregnant with Lily, saying 'oh you can't touch me I'm pregnant.'"

"That's when it ended?"

"Yeah... until she was done being pregnant. She thought carrying a baby made her invincible."

"You wish you could've done something about it?"

"Yeah but... I wasn't trying to go to jail so..."

"That's a reasonable answer." He backed. "She's always been... something." He comments. You give a confused look.

"Just... she barely comes to any, and when she does, she wants to be hidden. I mean, she is dating Max, so what does she expect you know?"

"I could see that."

"Well, at least there's no race for a couple of weeks. Don't get to see her."

"Greatful." You smirk. "Are you doing anything?"

"Nothing fun if that's what you mean. Premiers, some events." He trailed.

"That sounds fun."

"Already done a thousand of them." He smiles. "What about you?"

"Going back home and absolutely rotting in my house." You joke.

"That sounds like the absolute dream right now." He chuckles.

"You should take a vacation. I mean... is Brad Pitt really that important?"

"Hmm, yes and no."

"Come to Miami."

"Miami?"

"Yeah. Me, Charles, and you."

"That's not half bad sounding."

You point to yourself. "Yeah, and you have your very own tour guide."

He smirks silently. "I'll do it if we fly private."

"Private?"

"Yup."

You look at him with a blank stare, swirling your finger on the rim of your glass. "Alright."

Your waitress came over and took down your orders, quickly walking back away.

"Terry said you're involved with a couple of movements. What are those abouts?"

"I'm in a Women's organization, local in Miami and just... something for a children's hospital."

"Tell me about the women's organization."

"There's like twenty of us, all local people, and we come together once every other week. Basically talking about what is fucked up in the world right now that involves us... possibly more. We all talk about it, throw out fundraisers, events, and a bunch of other stuff to try to help women. Whether their little kids, homeless women, finsncialy struggling women, anything. But most of the time we'll spread awareness about what is happening that makes life or certain things unfair for us. But we don't spread stupid awareness stuff it's like... real problems."

"That sounds great. Sounds like you have a good foundation for it. What's something you're working on now?" He asks, leaning forward slightly.

"When I get back home, we will move into like awareness acts that help with like." You pause, trying to think of what to say. To word it without sounding weird. "Assult cases. Any assault cases towards them."

"Rape cases?" He asks quietly. You nod.

"Like... how Diddy got bailed free on assault charges. There were more men than women on the jury stands which technically makes it un equal. So were moving into that as well. Our main focus on the whole thing is that men, sometimes women, shouldn't be out their doing that."

"That's reasonable. A great reason, actually. I know a couple of women who have gone through stuff like that and... it broke them to know that guy could walk free again."

"Yeah, it's a big... justice system failure if you ask me."

"It truly is. Do you help set anything up? Like leadship wise?"

"Yeah, I actually got promoted to the top third leader in the organization last month."

He smiles. "That's amazing."

"What do you do? Terry told me about Mission 44."

"Yes, it's an organization to help kids during school. Whether it's financially, mentally, or physically, we give funds to people and low-budget schools to help with that."

"Wow, that's really cool." You smile. "Is there like a specific reason why you do it?"

"I've always had a hard time in school myself, and once I found out about this organization I joined immediately."

"I get that. I feel like in todays society it's much worse to. Especially people who have social media, that kind of self doubt get's to people."

"You understand." He smirks.

"Of course. People really suck sometimes, especially during school. I grew up going to school with a bunch of rich people, so... it was all... them. Never the 'poor side.'" You quoted.

He pointed slightly at you. "I understand that too. It's absolutely insane how people think money justifies things."

"Yeah. And like- do you see how most of them turn out working the nine to five they never wanted?"

He nods his head, smiling widely. "Can I just say something quickly?"

"Of course."

"I'm... I'm really shocked you didn't ask about me personally."

You give him a confused look.

"Most people want to know... a lot. It's nice to have someone here that doesn't really care." He admits.

"I'm not the type to ask if your like... rich or not. Or whatever."

"What did you think?"

"Well... my dad's a huge fan of you." You smirk. "So you can kind of see how that went. And Charles is always around... bragging." You playfully roll your eyes.

He laughs.

"Honeslty, I wouldn't care enough who you are as long as you're nice." You pause, looking at him. "Even if it means you have two penthouses." You mumble.

"Who told you that?" He laughs out.

"Charles. He kept repeating it over and over, and I was like,'Can you shit up because I couldn't give a shit right now?''" You laugh.

"Really?"

"I can easily see the difference between hard work and using people to get where you are. I can also see that after the end of each race, you are happy where you are."

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Pt. 4 is here! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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so-i-did-this-thing · 2 days ago

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https://youtube.com/shorts/z7cSi9civ5g?si=AuDNgcDubda5rDp4

sorry i know links can be sketchy but i saw this and immediately thought of u!

its def a completely different era of clothing but its historical among modern ^^ i think youve inspired me ive always had an adoration for all things 80's and im slowly replacing all of my clothing with second hand stuff from the 80's! my biggest worry is that i'll look completely out of place or goofy, do u have any tips on getting past that? i know its not as hard to get by wearing stuff from a decade that was a stones throw away compared to say, the regency era but i still get self conscious

Ha, yes, I am familiar with Zack. I think we have a few friends in common.

Your 80s look sounds rad - there was a lot of fun stuff from that decade!

Tips for getting past feeling self-conscious when you dress in an atypical way:

Get used to the idea that you'll be noticed. Start getting noticed now in a safe way via selfies.

Start off by going to events where your look wouldn't be out of place. Pride, SFF/anime conventions, and music/art festivals come to mind. Indie stores like record shops, coffee shops, small bookstores would also be great.

Try the buddy system -- hang out in public with someone in a similar style or who is also dressed in a way where they'll draw attention.

Work your way up from small venues to ordinary errands - small museums, farmer's markets, date night, etc. before you dress for going to the grocery store.

Prepare how you'd respond to typical comments from strangers, both positive and negative. I usually get things like, "are you in a show/play nearby?" or "isn't that uncomfortable to wear?" or "I'd like to dress like you, but I could never...". I haven't been insulted to my face for dressing vintage, but I have a response ready to keep my temper from getting the better of me, and it's simply - with the flattest of affects - "excuse me, what kind of reaction are you hoping for?" I have no interest in defending my style to people coming to me in Bad Faith, and if I must engage, will simply focus on their rudeness. In your case, I'd be prepared for Gen X'ers to play the "you're too young to remember that, but I do" game, or to try to quiz you on something from the 80s. Gen X nostalgia stans can be fuckin' weird and annoying (I say as a Gen Xer myself).

Practice acting casual. Get your clothing to where it is comfortable and you're not fidgeting with it. Pay attention to your body language -- fake it 'til you make it, and an 80s style has a lot of attitude baked in that you can leech off of! You don't need to put on a persona per se -- just don't be afraid to take up space and check yourself if you notice your posture folding in on itself. I think I'd get far more stares if I looked uncomfortable or acted in ways that draw attention to myself, but because I'm not putting on a show, the novelty wears off quickly for folks.

Overall, you will feel goofy at first, but as you get more comfortable with your style, you will notice there a lot of envy in strangers' looks, and that is absolutely an ego boost. Have fun!

#fashion #funny you send in this Ask as I am contemplating wearing a linen suit to my new barber tomorrow so he understands my Vibe

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mcflymemes · 9 hours ago

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PROMPTS FROM TASKMASTER SEASON 19 * assorted dialogue from the tv show, adjust as necessary

i understand. i mean, i think you're absolutely fucking stupid for saying it.

if you don't mind, i'd like to just dwell on the regret.

i'm either going to hate you, or i'm going to hate myself.

don't make me look silly.

do i have a choice?

other people had boyfriends, and i had batman.

you've both met ed sheeran?

this is weird.

i don't think i'm getting paid enough for this.

yeah, i've thought about that more than once a day, every day since.

come on, you little fucker.

you've been raiding the old tombs again, have you?

it's quite rude.

that's what i call mine.

i'm just happy she's getting laid.

why are you saying that?

let's see the fruits of their labor.

i painted my whole room when i was a teenager in batman style.

when do you guys ever have fun?

i imagine this is what your house is like. empty.

oh, that's a bit mean.

i was on my period.

shut up. shut up with the puns.

i dread to ask what you've brought in.

oh hang on, what's happening there?

so far i agree. do you agree?

i think the best thing for a middle aged man to have on his bedside table is a book of poetry.

you have fifteen minutes.

why are you dressed like this?

i'm busy giving you a dirty look.

when i've finished with you, i'm gonna go to him.

is that your dirty look?

don't worry, we're gonna get married. this is foreplay.

i thought yours was good, as well.

don't play me.

i think probably everyone in the room can do this.

ask me another one.

i'm not impressed.

tricky, tricky, tricky.

i was just gonna lie down.

i can't actually do that.

i go to friend's houses, and they just pour me red wine out of a bottle. and i think, "you haven't got a decanter."

that's so snooty, i don't even understand it.

have you washed these carrots?

i like your system.

i think you might be close to the edge.

i remember that fondly.

shall we do it?

i'm gonna go and get a guitar.

now, super quick question. can i get on the roof?

if you could use one word to describe me, what would it be?

is that you? looks like you.

there is something oddly satisfying about it.

i am a man of my word, and i told you you would get an an opportunity to see me take my trousers and pants down/

i didn't say when or where.

i've seen all the mission impossibles. you aren't in it.

somehow, i had it in my mind i had to crack the code.

is it a lemon?

what if i hopped the fence and went into the golf course and you never saw me again?

what are you going to do with the shoes?

i went on a date with a woman who was much stronger than me once. and i didn't mind it.

i'm not gonna lie. i crushed it.

i have fucked it.

is "ha ha" a word?

don't look!

i like mushrooms.

listen, you're getting a bit aggressive, okay?

you started as a thoughtful, attentive man and now you're becoming an arsehole.

we were the monsters, weren't we?

i don't really respect myself.

i started crying, and then he took me to mcdonalds.

#rp meme #taskmaster #rp prompt #rp memes #roleplay memes #mcflymemes #rp starters #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters

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kkcosplayproductions · 1 day ago

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Here's some more Dog Man headcanons because yesterday was... an experience and my brain is too tired to write my fic right now.

1.) My youngest sister once called Petey a confused bisexual and I have aligned with that ever since. No, I will not elaborate!

2.) As I've stated in two fics now, Grace taught Petey how to dance and it's one of the ways he releases tension and stress. I even think that like Grace, he has solo dance parties in his lab. And when Li'l Petey comes into the picture, he's more than happy to dance along during the kitten's impromptu dance parties.

3.) I do believe Petey sings, just not very often. I place his voice type as tenor, but could also see him as a wide range baritone.

4.) 100%, both Dog Man and Petey grab Li'l Petey by the scruff with their mouths. And I think Li'l Petey likes the dangling!

5.) Even though I haven't written about it, yet I totally fuck with the trans Petey and chronic pain in his tail headcanons! I 100% believe he would have some sort of pain in his tail. The trans headcanon I'm 50/50 on. I love it, but I also don't have a lot of reservation on him being cis.

6.) Dog Man 100% has burn scars on his body from the bomb.

7.) I fuck with pretty much every version of Dog Man and Petey's relationship. Just friends, romantic, queer platonic, sexual, non-sexual, etc. There are so many ways to look at their relationship and I love it! Personally, if they were to get into a relationship in canon, it would be queer platonic. I just think that's what would work best in canon.

8.) If their relationship is sexual, they are switches. Full stop.

9.) I think when Dog Man and Petey have date nights, they try to one up the last date night they had.

10.) There 100% is a competitiveness aspect to their relationship! Petey may be more intense with it, but don't get if fooled, Dog Man will fight back. It's all in good fun and they always laugh about it afterwards.

And that's it for now! Thanks for reading and stay amazing, lovelies!

#kk rambles #dogman #dog man #dogman fandom #dogman headcanons #petey the cat #lil petey

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Lol, thank you! I'll copy and paste your tags here for you, because they're cool:

#Kokichi as dice! you never know what you'll get

Hard cosign, yes. I love it. I can see him badgering Makoto to play more games with him. "Come on~, we never play anymore~! Hey! Hey! If you're going somewhere, put me in your pocket!" (If Makoto puts Kokichi in his pocket, Nagito has to carry him.)

#Miu could be a drill because also repairing and easy to make innuendos

Also perfect. Probably makes fun of Makoto for not being the best with tools. But also really insecure that he'll stop using her.

#Nekomaru is the car. Specifically a coach van. Would reminisce taking Makoto and co to sports events and different unexpected hospital trips

Absolute cutest thing, yes.

#Chiaki as a older video game system like dream cast also because she's always so sleepy

This is great, and it's making me imagine that some part of her character design can be that she's dusty, and I enjoy that a lot.

#Mukuro is a utility knife that gets the job done and you carry for self defense

This is fitting, but it might(?) raise the "Why does Makoto have this?" question, and my answer to that is, "Thrift store," lol. The thrift store is this AU's Monomono Machine. He bought the knife because he thought it looked cool. Maybe he was thinking, "It might come in handy one way or another," or maybe he just thought it would be decoration. (I like the idea that Mukuro is used to being used for violence and then this guy finds her and isn't fantasizing about the violence she can do, he just likes her for who/what she is.)

#Mondo has to be a motorcycle in the garage and be angry he isn't taken out much. He'd talk about how amazing it feels to be on the road

Oh boy, this one would be difficult. I was trying to think of a thing for him that would put him in opposition to Taka, like maybe he's noise canceling headphones or something. If he's a motorcycle, I'm imagining he belongs to a friend of Makoto's who dropped him off at Makoto's house for reasons and has not picked him up.

#Chihiro is a laptop while ego is their software

Yep. I like it.

#Aoi is a donut floatie it just works

This is a cool suggestion, because I was barely resisting going the Shelley from Date Everything route.

#Tsumugi is a make up kit or a sewing kit either works

I think I'd go with sewing for her, makeup for Imposter.

#I see Celeste as a deck of cards. Centered around gambling but also the red white and black regal aesthetic

I like deck of cards, for her. Maybe still thrifted and thought to be antique, so I can keep that story arc for her while giving her a more fitting object. Plus, this means she probably knows Kokichi well, as they're both game supplies.

#Hifume is maybe a body pillow of his favorite Waifu/weeb and he's normally a soft and polite person

I was thinking about making him a manga. I haven't fully decided what I'm doing with him. I do like him being some kind of fan merch. Or maybe he's a shelf or chest of drawers, to kind of get the collector aspect? Hmm...

#Maybe Sonia could be the jewelry box? And Gudham the jewelry inside of it. He'd take about how useful silver is and his hell hound earring

I like that. That's cute.

#Soda my gut is wrench bit since he gets turned on easily a car battery

I really like wrench, because it suggests he's in the same toolbox as Miu, and I like that. The car battery thing places him with Nekomaru, though, which is also cool. I imagine Nekomaru the car has some kind of engine or battery troubles, but I'm not sure whether a wrench would help that at all.

#Mahiru fits a camera

Yeah, that one's pretty open-and-shut.

#Peko is either a bat or a sword you keep by your bed for self defense. She could be the golden leaf katana!

This is fitting, but the idea of this many weapons in Makoto's house is really funny to me. I think I would probably have Peko be the doors, actually. She keeps people out and is really strict about it.

#Fuyuhiko should be something worth protecting. Something that's worth a lot that Peko could be attached to. A family heirloom of some kind?

I like the idea of him being a family heirloom, because I like the idea of a family heirloom being personified as an organized crime family.

#Ibuki could be a lot of things. Maybe a music speaker cause it can play things loudly. Or a colorful headset with stickers

Maybe Ibuki is a guitar. Or she's the doorbell, which places her next to Door Peko as a kind of "unlikely friends" thing. OR, she's a washing machine that is too loud and tends to rip the clothes. (Nagito ever-so-slightly scared of her, but still friendly.)

What if: date everything au with makoto as the player and the other members of the class (and even other classes) as the dateables

I feel like nagito would be a fuzzy carpet idk why

Oh, you're wonderful, thank you! I'm just doing a selection of characters in a random order.

Sayaka- Okay, she's a CD player that he used to listen to a lot but then stopped once he got a phone that could play music. She's really sweet but kind of passive aggressive about the fact that he stopped using her. Since he's flustered by her as a person, she gets him to promise to listen to her more.

Taka- He has to be an alarm clock, right? He starts every morning yelling about how it's time to start the day and meet life's challenges and stuff.

Junko- Ngl, I think she's the specs. She's the glasses that let him see everyone else. Fitting for her skills of analysis and offers the potential for a yandere route where she just refuses to let him talk to the others.

Nagito- Fluffy carpet is great for Nagito, especially since its "purpose" is to get walked on. I'm also partial to Nagito being Makoto's hoodie. Maybe he got it secondhand from a thrift store, so the vibe is very, "This thing had a hard life before Makoto found it and took care of it. Everyone says it's a bad/shabby hoodie, but Makoto wears it often because he likes it."

Nagito openly says that some of his proudest moments were times where Makoto spilled soup on him or put his hood up when it rained. ("I got to keep the hot soup from touching you! I confess that, though I'm a mere object, I felt a sense of pride for getting to be of use to you, even in such a small, insignificant way.") He's very clingy, but he can't express it in an entitled way.

Also, the fact that Makoto is wearing him means he's able to snark at the other objects he dates/talks to. Much like Junko.

Kyoko- Boy, it sure seems like she should be a magnifying glass, but I desperately want to go a different direction. Maybe Makoto's contact lenses? (Gives her a reason to frequently be saying things like "Did you see that?" "Did you notice that?" Plus it almost gives context to the gloves; you put context lenses in with your fingers, so there's something there, idk.) Or a filing cabinet. (She holds all the records he's kept over time, she remembers everything and reminds him of things he forgot.) I'm not decided on that yet.

I like the idea of her being a filing cabinet with a lock on it; she's keeping secrets. Everyone wants to know the information she holds.

As a contact lens, there's a vibe that she's supposed to help you observe other things, not be observed, herself. (This can also be the case if she's a window, but I find that less compelling.)

Byakuya- My first thought should have been "wallet", for him, but actually my first thought was that he's Makoto's cell phone, and the pay apps just inform a lot of his personality. (As well as the stock market app that comes with the phone.) The fact that he has Internet access is where a lot of his intelligence (and stupidity) comes from. I'm torn on this one, because making him Makoto's cell phone means he's directly involved with the Sayaka stuff, and I like that. But making him Makoto's wallet could be fun in that he can be trying to do a corruption arc the whole time. Like, "This is pathetic; you need to be more pragmatic and cutthroat if you want to fill me up."

Aesthetically, making him a wallet or money clip could have him look close to his canon self, but I also enjoy the idea of him being a phone and having a different outfit depending on what case Makoto puts on him. (He gets really disgruntled when Makoto puts him in a cute case. Like Pikachu or something.) And if his screen gets cracked, that's his glasses. And he bugs Makoto to get him fixed.

Hajime/Izuru- Okay, my first thought was that Izuru is his computer or something. If we were sticking with the before/after aspect of Hajime and Izuru, I could see Hajime being a notebook that Makoto used to use for work and Izuru being a computer that he started using instead.

BUT, I'm kind of into the idea of both Hajime and Izuru being a smart home system. (Idk, he won it in a raffle. This guy did not have that installed on purpose.) Izuru having all the talents, in canon, is expressed as him having a creepy amount of control over a lot of the objects in the house. He gives a command and it is done. Hajime has more manager vibes; not a puppetmaster like Izuru, just a somewhat no-nonsense guy who's willing to step in and tell the thermostat to chill out.

It's kind of like the two of them represent different aspects of the smart home system; Hajime is Makoto's control over the house, and Izuru is the house's control over Makoto. (Or vice versa, if you're freaky.) Makoto accepts that sometimes stuff isn't going to work how he wants it to, and that he still has to go about his day if the temperature isn't right or the lights don't come on. But Hajime is like, "No, stand up for yourself! These things are supposed to listen to you!" Meanwhile Izuru is turning the lights off, on him, when he tries to work late, and ordering his computer to power down.

Shuichi- He actually is a magnifying glass, and he's really excited when Makoto actually uses him. (This works best if Kyoko is the contact lenses, because then they're kind of similar in function and it makes sense for him to be kind of deferential towards her.)

Celeste- Okay, hear me out. One time, Komaru went to a costume convention. And it was close to Makoto's house, so she stayed over at his place when she went. And she bought so many plushies and various merch items that her costume could no longer fit in her suitcase when it was time to leave. So she left her costume at Makoto's place, and Celeste is the costume.

Or she's, like, a jewelry box that he bought from a thrift store thinking it was antique but actually it's fairly new and janky and deliberately made to look kind of rustic and valuable. (This has more of a sensible arc to it, because the "My sister just left you at my house" thing feels more appropriate for Toko.) In this case, Makoto starts off very curious about her, asking about her history with the expectation that she's seen a lot, and she tries to keep up the act, but gradually it becomes clear that she's just a box made in a factory pretty recently without much going on as far as craftsmanship. And he gets to be like, "Oh. Well, that's fine, too! I mean, you were still a bargain."

#danganronpa #date everything au #kokichi ouma #miu iruma #nekomaru nidai #chiaki nanami #mukuro ikusaba #mondo owada #tsumugi shirogane #ultimate imposter #hifumi yamada #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #sondham #kazuichi soda #mahiru koizumi #peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #ibuki mioda

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