#max plays js

[max--phillips]

“Yeah, that’s what the Empire does best. Take something you love, and make it something you can’t stand the sight of anymore.”

What an odd thing to say, Bode Akuna

[raccoonbutts]

To every single parent that rides public transport: please stop teaching your children that it’s perfectly ok to blast their videos on speaker. There are plenty of other ways to keep your child occupied and entertained on the bus. Blasting a fucking coco melon video at max volume in a small enclosed space is a dick move and all you’re doing is teaching your kids how to be disrespectful to others around them. Please stop expecting everyone else to deal with you just because you don’t know how entertain your child without a video.

[lateatnewyork]

SO...WHO'S THE WAG? 001

pairing: oscar piastri x bellingham!reader

summary: jude's older sister soft launches a guy, who he has no idea about

extra information: reader is a supermodel, shes 23, and shes super famous

fc: tyla

ynbellingham

liked by landonorris, sza and 609,284 others middle picture is me when mclaren invited me to the las vegas gp view comments

judebellingham wow i see how it is ➥ ynbellingham ur such a cutie jude ➥ user09 LMAO I LOVE YN jobebellingham when were u gonna give me that pic of jude ➥ ynbellingham um lets see... never? averageynlover bro idk if i wanna be yn or be with yn user05 SHES SO PRETTY LIKE I JS STARE AT THE SCREEN WHEN I SEE HER ➥ oscarpiastri real this comment is now deleted gigihadid pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham all youu kendalljenner come for dinner ➥ ynbellingham gimme a time and place bukayosaka thank you for your services with the jude photo ➥ ynbellingham 🫡 ➥ judebellingham BRO ynsno1fan the good genes literally run in the family

thetonightshow

liked by oscarpiastri, ynbellingham and 932,628 others YN Bellingham on the Tonight Show, she opens up about her longtime partner, her music career and who she's currently brand ambassador for! Check out the amazing and multitalented 23 year old exclusively on youtube! ynbellingham view comments

user09 SHES BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP FOR 2 YEARS ynschild WE HAVE A FATHER??? bellinghamsfan chat what is going on ynismother ok but her looks 😍 user58 the bellingham genes are too strong for us to rival 😞🙏 averageynlover EVERYONE FOCUSED ON HER BF BUT SHES LITERALLY RELEASING AN ALBUM ➥ user04 MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, jobebellingham and 1,893,482 others surprise!!! my debut album 'racing' is coming out on december 8th! andddd im going on tour next year on 14th march, tickets will go up on january 1st, ily guys 🫶 view comments

sabrinacarpenter i cant believe im singing with u🧎‍♀️ judebellingham im so proud of you ynn jobebellingham so proud to be your younger brother ynn oliviarodrigo IM SO EXCITEDDDD conangray december 8 come fasterrr sza you lowkey ate with those tracks gigihadid so proud of you 💗 kendalljenner cant wait ! krisjenner 😍 khloekardashian yay! imaanhammam catch me blasting it in the car anokyai blessing us with this alexanderasaintmleux im so happy lilymhe private show plssss mclaren playing this everywhere when it comes out user09 MOTHER averageynlover IF I DONT GET TICKETS rbrmylove CLAIMING 143 (i want you)

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, danielricciardo and 409,382 others yes shes (ethe)real view comments

user09 YOUR HONOR HES DOWN BAD ➥ rbrmylove HE CALLED HER ETHEREAL landonorris ok caption kinda cute ➥ landonorris but i thought i was ur only man???? ➥ landonorris r u cheating on me ➥ danielricciardo r YOU cheating on me???? ➥ landonorris oh maxverstappen 👍 ➥ user45 max ur so dry 😭 alexanderasaintmleux TELL HER TO COME BY SOON ➥ oscarpiastri she said yes 😊 alexalbon oscar has rizz confirmed?? ➥ oscarpiastri im surprised lily hasn't left u ➥ lilymhe me too tbh ➥ alexalbon WHAT op81loml IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS ➥ user49 wait who??? ➥ op81loml THE yn bellingham

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe and 603,481 others date night with the cutest person alive view comments

user09 SHES GLOWINGG averageynlover stop shes so cute landonorris 🧐 ➥ judebellingham 🧐 ➥ charlesleclerc 🧐 ➥ alexalbon 🧐 ➥ jobebellingham 🧐 ➥ maxverstappen 🧐 ➥ lewishamilton 🧐 ➥ georgerussell 🧐 ➥ ynbellingham ihu rbrmylove why is the whole grid in her comments alexanderasaintmleux cuties ➥ ynbellingham youu lilymhe pretty girl ➥ ynbellingham 🪞🪞 ➥ lilymhe date me. ➥ ynbellingham ok! ➥ alexalbon what. carmenmundt ur so adorable ➥ ynbellingham says youu ➥ ynbellingham leave george ➥ carmenmundt ofcc ➥ georgerussell huh kellypiquet marry me ➥ ynbellingham bet wheres the ring ➥ maxverstappen 😕 rebeccadonaldson leave him plss ➥ ynbellingham anything for u bby ➥ carlossainz ??

ynbellingham

liked by oscarpiastri, judebellingham and 992,481 others thank you username on twitter for figuring it out view comments

judebellingham ew ➥ ynbellingham im telling mum ➥ judebellingham STOP jobebellingham 🤮 ➥ ynbellingham me when i see you landonorris stop being cute on main ➥ ynbellingham stop being annoying sabrinacarpenter no way a guy who goes vroom vroom in circles stole u from me ➥ ynbellingham barrykeoghan stole u first ➥ oscarpiastri my career is more than driving in circles ➥ barrykeoghan what did i do 😭 oliverbearman welcome to the family ➥ charlesleclerc hi daughter in law ➥ alexanderasaintmleux UR MY DAUGHTERRRR ➥ ynbellingham literally dating oscar for alex and leo ➥ oscarpiastri i see how it is lilymhe what if we do a double date except its u and me and them ➥ ynbellingham YESSS ➥ alexalbon what. ➥ oscarpiastri ^ gigihadid cuties kendalljenner adorable anokyai i love the both of u

oscarpiastri

liked by ynbellingham, nicolepiastri and 402,492 others she wrote an album for me you didnt view comments

user09 CONFIRMATION THAT ITS ABOUT HIM mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡 ➥ landonorris what happened to me and oscar ➥ mclaren 😶‍🌫️ f1wagsofficial cutest grid couple oliverbearman hes down bad ➥ oscarpiastri loud and proud liked by ynbellingham and 2089 others arthurleclerc invite her to family dinners now alexanderasaintmleux my daughter in law is so pretty ➥ ynbellingham aw ily alex alexalbon ok hes actually happy so i cant be mean ➥ alexalbon im also scared of yn ➥ ynbellingham good. jobebellingham pls tell me you have bad photos of her ➥ oscarpiastri i do (how much you willing to pay) ➥ jobebellingham thats great (200 bucks) ➥ ynbellingham OSCAR judebellingham couldve lived without seeing the 2nd pic ➥ ynbellingham couldve lived without seeing ur shirtless skims ad ➥ rbrmylove LMAO

a/n thank you for putting up with my mood swings in posting ly guys

[nmakii]

nagi loves when you blow up his phone. the undeniable smile that decorates his face when he sees the 18 messages you sent him.

my only 💗: SEISHIIIIIII

my only 💗: U HAVE TO PLAY THIS GAME!!!!

my only 💗: ITS CALLED MARRIED IN RED

my only 💗: JS HEAR ME OUT

my only 💗: GO BOKSU.

my only 💗: SHES SSSOOOO FINE

my only 💗: SEI IK THIS ISNT UR TYPE OF GAME

my only 💗: GAMEPLAY IS 40 MIN MAX AND MECHANICS ARE REALLY EASY SO IT MIGHT BE EZ TO A GAMER LIKE U

my only 💗: BUT…. 🥹🥹🥹

my only 💗: STORYLINE!!!!!!!

nagi snored as his phone’s screen displayed the low battery warning. he had fallen asleep after rereading some of your old chats, and his screen was left on as his hand gripped on to the phone.

my only 💗: SEIIIII

my only 💗: WHY ARE YOU SEENZONING ME 😣😣😣😣😣

nagi fell asleep after he had procrastinated a project he had two weeks to do for far too long. ah, school was such a hassle… as he snuggled with his soft blanket, he suddenly became much more conscious, realizing the tension in his shoulders… or how his core hurt so badly… his whole body was sore… waking up was such a pain…

the uncomfortable feeling of it all was enough to wake nagi up from his 4 hour nap, and he quickly realizes that he fell asleep with his phone open.

now at 8%, he quickly moved to pull the charger on his bedside table closer to his bed, and connected it to his phone by the cable. now he could charge, and he could check his phone…

closing the displayed warning, he sees the wave of texts you sent him. and, he can’t deny the small curl of his lips that form into a tiny smile. your spam texting had always been a highlight of his day, especially when he wakes up. at this point, he’s begun to change his daily routine to include texting you and replying to your texts before logging in and claiming his mobile game dailies.

maybe this was what it is supposed to feel like when you have a girlfriend. he’s supposed to feel this way as your boyfriend, right?

me: sry baby :x

me: i fell asleep w my phone on,,,

he waits for you to reply, not even leaving the app. he constantly exits the chat to refresh. maybe his wifi was just the problem? you’re taking forever! he misses you already, he just hopes you don’t think he was actually ghosting you.

but, when that small seed of doubt is suddenly implanted, he’s worried. why are you taking so long? are you trying to be petty and ignore him for the same amount of time? are you… ah— you’re texting.

nagi’s mental turmoil seems to be stopped when the small subtext changes from ‘sent 4m ago’, into ‘typing…’

yay! he’s mentally rejoicing. as if that one change was his saving grace.

my only 💗: sei??? 😭😭😭

my only 💗: dont do that omg ur gonna burn a hole into ur mattress

me: ur right,,,

me: my phone is a bit hot lol

me: anyways,,, married in red ?

me: sounds a bit boring :x

my only 💗: 😦😦😦

my only 💗: u did NOT j say that

nagi smiles at his screen at how you begin to rant, as if he insulted your life and its purpose. he hates reading books— such a hassle. but, he always finds himself reading every single word of your rants— even sometimes backtracking and rereading to fully comprehend your words.

why is it that you make him put in more effort than necessary? is it because he likes making you happy? because of the way your face lights up when he mentions something you noted weeks before? maybe that was it.

but truth be told, he doesn’t really care about the reason. it’s simply something that has become a habit of his as of late. and now, he finds himself on itch.io downloading the same game you begged him to play. but, it was worth that bit of effort if it was for you…

[salem-s]

hellooo!!! i was js thinking of ptputss and thought about how intimate the last chapter was, and thought about the reader cockwarming rafe as an even more intimate thing they would do (in the least sexual way posible) like to feel close to eachother, connecting as one, almost like a soultie was created out of that yk?

HELLLLLOOOOO yes absolutely a thousand times yes.

To me, the two of them definitely have quality time listed as their top love language, and will do shit like this and not even speak but just to truly feel one another, perhaps after a stressful day or when it's a little too loud. I can see them doing it before the ptputss series as like a post-sex comfort/pillow talk bullshit, but only for like five-minutes max because once there's a silence in their conversation, they'd be left with the fact that he's still inside reader and that shit would make her spiral lol.

However, post ptputss, they would totally do it in the least sexual way possible. Obvi they'd still do it post-sex if they have the time, but I'm thinking sitting and watching a movie, right after waking up, after a rough day, casual moments like that.

I love this prompt so much actually that I wanted to write a blurb about it. So. Here goes below. This blurb takes place a few days after the series ended.

Playing The Part Under The Sicilian Sun SERIES MASTERLIST | WORD COUNT: 4.3k

WARNINGS language, cockwarming (p-in-v unprotected), misogynistic language. 18+ MDNI

From the moment Rafe opens his eyes, the day is already off to a bad start.

Instead of the sun peeking through his curtains or you gently running your hands through his hair, he's woken up by the shrilling of his phone, a loud ringtone that only makes him groan and throw the pillow back over his face.

The specific ringtone that's solely reserved for Ward.

The third time his father calls him, Rafe figures that he can't ignore him forever, lazily patting around the bed to find his phone so he can just get the conversation over with. Unfortunately, he knows that the longer he stalls the inevitable, the angrier his father will get — even though being irate is his default state — and it's something that he knows he can't push off unless he wants to hear the horrible shrilling of the ringtone all day.

Getting viscerally berated over the phone wasn't on his agenda, and it hinders absolutely everything else throughout the course of the what-should-have-been-average-Sunday.

Rafe blames the rude wake up call on all the things that go south: his coffee order was completely wrong and barely salvageable (and there was no way he was getting back in line to order another), the forecast app predicted the opposite kind of day, so his new suede shoes got absolutely drenched in the downpour, the dealership by campus that he sent his car to said the part he needs is on back-order until the end of the month (how he’s going to drive home? He doesn't know), and, on top of all of it, all that he can replay in his head are the harsh vocal bullets his father shot at him at the break of dawn.

"Photography? What the hell were you thinking? I'm paying for you to learn how to carry this company, my legacy, and you're off indulging in, what? A hobby?"

Replaying the words, Rafe jabs his chopsticks particularly harshly into his noodles.

"It's pathetic, especially to hear this from your academic advisor and not from my own damn kid. What are you, afraid? You're here to learn about how to lead, how to control the estate, and instead you take history? Art history, nonetheless. It serves no purpose, no function for company. You're learning about a woman's profession, son. Did I raise you to be a woman?"

He huffs, stabbing the piece of beef.

"Alright, you've been committing first degree murder on your lo mein for the past fifteen minutes. Are you gonna tell me what's up?"

Rafe blinks at the sound of your voice, ripped from the confinements of his mind and glancing up from his thousand-yard-stare at his food to you, sitting pretty and cozy across the blanket.

You, being the innovative person you are, suggested a picnic dinner date to celebrate the end of finals, an ode to all the hard work you've both done and a mini celebration on being together (sort of? He hasn't officially asked you yet but ever since the night you proclaimed you reciprocated his feelings, he's found it hard to leave your side since). However, since the torrential downpour of the day ruled out the possibility of doing it outside, you didn't scratch the idea entirely, and set up the blanket in your dorm room, instead.

But as excited as he was for the idea yesterday, today has taken a different turn of events on his mood. Especially when he woke up alone (you spent a girl's night with Marianne and Sydney) to a call from his absolute favorite person in the world.

Besides, you look too pretty right now and it's making his heart uncomfortably race, especially under your stare. Also the fact that you're sitting criss-cross and he's half laying down, propped up on his elbows, where he feels even smaller under your gaze.

Rafe averts his eyes, settling on his food.

"'M just tired," he says quietly, not wanting to burden you with the pleasantries of his familial issues.

Obviously, you're not letting the cheap excuse fly. "So you're taking your lack of sleep out on innocent noodles?"

"Sweet girl." A warning.

Again, you don't let up. "Don't sweet girl me." Then, softer. "Talk to me. You're clearly upset."

Rafe only shrugs dismissively.

You sigh as you gaze at his dejected expression, eyes sullen and tired from whatever happened today. With the way his focus keeps drifting, his silence, and the incessant stabbing of his food, you unfortunately figure it has something to do with his father, because it's the same heartbroken expression he wore when you read to him that one day. Although, this time his eyes aren't bloodshot with the aftermath of tears. But his nail beds are a mess.

Delicately putting your chopsticks and your take-out container down, you crawl over to him and repeat those same actions to him, tucking your legs under yourself as you peer down at his practically horizontal body.

His hand, instantly, finds your inner thigh as some sort of coping mechanism to ground himself. Your hand gingerly brushes some of the hair out of his eyes, and he can only stare at the silly graphic on your t-shirt, unable to handle the vulnerability of meeting your compassionate expression. Fuck's sake, he's still getting used to the fact that someone cares about him, and it's definitely overwhelming to the point where he simply wants to brush it off and deal with it internally, but he knows you're not going to let that slide.

But Rafe is detrimentally on edge, on the verge of a panic attack as his mind spirals and spirals and deep dives off a plank into a sea of insecurities. He knows he's minutes from cracking, fuck, seconds, and he isn't sure he wants you to see it, to see him unravel in such a way only his father knows how to make him do so, knowing he needs to calm down, to feel instead of think, to tether to something to refrain from a certified crash out.

"Can I..." He asks before thinking. "Can I feel you?"

You raise a brow at him, tilting your head in confusion. The expression on your face is incriminatingly cute that it makes him hum. With one of your hands coming to cradle his face, you press a palm into his cheekbone experimentally.

"Like this?"

He feels so fucking stupid asking — no — begging for it. For you.

"No, uh." He swallows thickly. "Can I be in you?"

"Oh?" You hum absentmindedly, brain racking on what he could mean. It takes one, two, three full seconds before your brows fully raise, peering down at him. "Oh. Okay. Will that make you feel better?"

All he can do is nod pathetically, blinking ferociously to refrain from frustrated tears pooling his waterline. The last thing he wants to do right now is cry, especially around you. He's frustrated he can't just say what he feels, or get over his grueling emotions, or simply be normal and not let his father dictate whether he has a good or bad day. It doesn't help that you're being exceptionally patient with him, so tender and careful to the point where he thought it impossible to love you more than he already does.

Whether you notice his expression, you don't comment on it. "Let's go on the bed, yeah?"

Nodding once more, he nearly whines when your hand leaves the caressing of his jaw as he watches you stand and shimmy your pajama pants down, leaving you with just a graphic t-shirt on.

Rafe is soon following suit once he finds the strength to move, removing his shirt and jeans that leave him in his boxers. Climbing into your soft bed, he settles his back against the wall and holds up an arm for you, to which you're in his lap in an instant. Perched obediently on his lower thighs, you lean forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips and he barely has time to reciprocate before you're pulling away.

Your fingers meet the waist band of his boxers, meeting his gaze before you do anything further. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, baby," he murmurs, lifting his hips a fraction so you can slide his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock.

He hisses quietly when it meets the cool air, and bites his lip as he lets you take a rare sense of control. It's as if he's putting a proverbial gun in your hand and asking you not to shoot him, because he's never asked anyone to do this with him, never reeked this badly of desperation in his life, never trusted anyone on the same level to do something like this as a calming mechanism.

You're taking him delicately in your hands as his fly down to your hips, quietly watching you align his length with your cunt before gently sinking into him. You both sigh at the sensation, about how full you feel as you slowly bottom out and how he feels like he can actually take a breath now. The remnants of the conversation with his father feel like a distant echo instead of a thrumming one, and he figures that's better than it was before (even if he can still hear it).

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, your nails soothingly scratch his upper back and shoulder blades, eventually venturing to the nape of his neck to where Rafe lets out a quiet hum, one of contentment, because this is the best he's felt all day, as if the nagging voice in his head is getting smaller and smaller. It's crazy how you make him feel, how he instantly is detrimentally less anxious as soon as you're around. It scares the shit out of him.

"Better?" You ask hushed, searching his eyes for any betterment in his mood.

He manages a soft smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Mhm, thank you, sweet girl."

You reciprocate his smile, but it's laced with etches of concern, gazing upon him so carefully that it makes his heart stutter. Has anyone ever looked at him like this before? Has anyone ever cared for him like this? Tended to his needs? Gave a shit about his feelings?

Rafe knows you're not going to ask, because you're calculated and know that he'll eventually end up saying something so you can stop giving him that expectant look. Besides, you deserve to know a fragmented version of what happened. After all, you dropped everything mid-dinner to check in on him, indulge in his request, dote on him even when you really didn't have to.

"Dad called me this morning," Rafe murmurs after an allotted silence, eyes to your collarbone. "That's it."

"About Christmas?" He doesn't have to look up to know you're frowning.

All he can do is shake his head, jaw clenched.

"Why do I even set expectations for you when I know you're only going to disappoint me?"

"Then what?" You ask, voice impossibly sweet that it makes his teeth rot.

Rafe takes a long, shaky breath as his father's words replay like a mantra in his head, echoing through his ears like a gong and embedding themselves in his brain. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs circles on your smooth skin, attempting to ground himself. It seems as though only your touch can calm him down, these days.

Swallowing thickly, his jaw clenches and unclenches. "Just about classes."

If it's possible, he can feel you frowning even further. Your hand runs soothingly through his hair, lulling him into a sense of relaxation he hasn't felt all day. It's as if some of the tension is slowly starting to release itself from his stiff shoulders, all because of your touch, your compassion, your patience with him when he probably doesn't deserve it.

"But...But you did well in everything?"

Rafe manages a (very) faint smile at your concerned tone, remembering how proud you were of him yesterday when his art history exam score was posted (a B, but he ended the class with good marks), as if he was Einstein reincarinated.

But his smile vanishes as quickly as it appeared, remembering the conversation that came after his dad saw his transcript posted. More so saw the kind of classes the marks were attached to.

"Yeah," he whispers, "wasn't about the grades. Was about the classes."

"The classes?"

All he can do is hum distractedly, looking down to watch his thumbs skim over your hips as an excuse to not look up at you.

"What about them?"

Rafe blinks the bleariness from his eyes, wishing he can just lay you down and make you forget about asking all of this in the first place, but that isn't how he wants to do things with you. Of course, he'd rather be doing anything else right now than to be coddled for something he believes makes him look weak, emotional, insecure. Although, it's proving difficult to put a mask up when you genuinely want to know so you can make it better.

He finds himself speaking before he can stop. "Wasn't the kind of stuff he thinks I should be taking." Deep breath. "Like, career wise. Said half the subjects weren't..." He pauses to find the right word. "...worth my time."

Rafe figures that's a nicer way of putting it.

Your hand leaves his hair to cradle his jaw, gently tilting up so he's — finally — looking you in the eye. And he nearly wants to match your expression at the fact that you're even frowning in the first place. Although your eyes gloss with concern and a bit of confusion as your thumb brushes over his cheekbone, holding him with such delicacy that it makes him melt into your touch.

Frankly, he's a bit startled at the ounce of determination in your stare and — dare he say — anger.

"That's stupid," is what you end up saying. "This is the time in our lives where we're meant to figure out what we like, even if it doesn't end up being what we do for a living. Having a hobby doesn't mean you're giving up your major."

Rafe can only shrug, because he knows better than to let his dad rile him up like this, because he knows you're right and he hates feeling insecure over the shit that Ward says. But he can't help it, especially when he's been trying to gain paternal approval for his entire life and always coming up short, always disappointing, always doing or saying something to embarrass the family. He should be used to coping with it, with all this weight on his shoulders, but over the years the stress has only piled on.

"Tell me," you say after a few moments of prolonged silence, "did you enjoy the classes you took this semester that aren't related to your major?"

With a slow nod, he darts his gaze between your eyes, waiting for you to talk about something else to distract him, to dismiss the conversation that is taking everything out of him. It’s already bad enough his father thinks less of him as a man, and he doesn’t want you thinking the same. Rafe winces, waiting for the worst.

But it never comes.

Instead, your eyes soften. "So where's the harm? There's nothing wrong with taking extracurriculars and exploring your interests. You have your whole life for your career, it's okay to want a break from it," you assure gently, yet hold firmness to your tone.

Rafe frowns, eyes averting to your neck, words spilling from his tongue without warning. "My life is already mapped out. I'm the eldest, I'll inherit the company. It's been that way since I was born. I don't get...breaks."

"Yes, you do," you say immediately, tilting his chin up a fraction so he'll look you in the eye again. "Your interests are what make you happy. It's perfectly okay to indulge in them." Then, softer. "I'm sorry that you’ve been made to think that you can't."

Furrowing his brows, he can't help but look down again, gently tilting his chin down enough to where your hand leaves his face, instead settling modestly on his shoulder blade as you patiently wait for him to process your words, to believe them. His thumbs rub softly on your skin to say all the words he can't vocalize right now, to express his gratitude even if he never finds the ability to say them aloud.

Yet you understand, knowing his silence isn't him shutting down, it's him focusing his words on his actions. And his hands hold you so delicately in place as you feel comfortably full of him, trying not to make any sudden movements that might lull the direction of the cockwarning into something else. You want him to talk, you want him to express his feelings and learn how to process and deal with them. You're no therapist, but you care an awful lot and you want him to be okay, and one step towards connecting with him emotionally is trying to understand his brain.

"Have you ever seen Dead Poet's Society?"

The question is so out of left field (and a little ridiculous that you're bringing it up while he's literally inside you) that it makes Rafe lift his head, meeting your eyes with a furrowed brow.

All he does is shake his head.

You scoff. "We're watching it later, by the way." That earns a sliver of a smile from him. "But there's a quote that I like that the teacher says to his students. The boys are all bound to be lawyers, doctors, businessmen, all to follow in the masculine footsteps of their fathers and grandfathers and their fathers, etcetera."

"What is the subject?" Rafe asks quietly. "What does he teach?"

You smile at his engagement, how he's hanging on to every single one of your words. "English. So, they all think the class is pointless, right? Like, going on about how poetry is stupid and literature does nothing to contribute to the real world."

Rafe frowns. That conversation feels familiar.

You don't stop, though. "But the teacher says, 'Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.' I've always loved that. And, now, I'm passing it along to you."

His thumbs pause their movements as Rafe furrows his brows, really taking in the weight of what you said.

"Don't let him make you think that you aren't allowed to pursue something you love," you add quietly, darting your gaze between his eyes. "I know you said your future is mapped out, but...it's still your life."

All Rafe can do is stare at you.

No one's ever told him something like this before. Never told him that he can do whatever he wants with his life. Never reassured him that, no matter what career he wants to go in, that he'll be loved no matter what. It's unheard of, foreign in his head to think in such a way that goes against everything he's been hearing while growing up, strange to even think about considering a different path.

And now here you are: the person he loves telling him he can be whoever he wants to be.

"You know," Rafe says after a minute of processing your life-altering words. "I never wanted to go into business."

"No?" You hum, your interested piqued.

He shakes his head. "No. I wanted to be Jacsque Cousteau."

The anecdote makes you laugh sweetly, and it's the prettiest sound he's ever heard. His heart swells at the noise.

"The ocean guy?"

Scoffing in faux offense, Rafe's lips twitch. "Baby, give him some credit. He changed the underwater exploration game."

Your grin settles into something warm, content, soft, something beautiful just for him, and there's a plethora of emotions blooming in your chest: hope, warmth, guilt, sympathy, sadness. On one hand, you see a man who loves the sea, who'd swim all day and appreciate the nature of it all without hesitation. You see someone who appreciates the water so adoringly that he'd dedicate his life to it, to its research and explorations and survival.

But on the other hand you see Rafe as a young boy, being told he's never meant to pursue anything from what he's expected to, being told his indulges are meaningless and his dreams are nonexistent. It breaks your heart that, most likely, all his life he's been believing he's not allowed to do what he wants.

"That's what you wanna do? Oceanography?" You ask simply, as if it's the simplest thing known to man.

Rafe only shrugs at the loaded question. "When I was a kid, yeah."

"And now?" You add sheepishly.

He only shrugs again, sending you a soft smile that, again, doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Doesn't matter. It was stupid."

Frowning, you can't help but feel your heart pinch.

You know that's his father talking, probably saying that to his son so often that he couldn't help but begin to believe it, believe his dreams are stupid, believe he doesn't have the privilege to explore his interests since his life is planned to a T. You're hearing the years of his father instilling that he's meant for nothing more than what is expected of him for the company, that anything else is insignificant and unimportant, that he doesn't have a choice.

The confession sits uncomfortably in your stomach, feeling like you've been sucked punched in the gut as you gaze upon Rafe, whose smile is trying to affirm you that he's fine with it. But his eyes tell a different story, hold a certain sadness of which he has accepted.

You don't even want to think about how often he dreams about switching majors, uprooting his life to become something that he wants to be, not what his family expects him to be. You don't even want to know how long he's been longing for change, for the ability to choose, pushing the urge deep, deep down because it's unattainable.

Oh, god. You could cry.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you caress his jaw. "It's not stupid. Please don't say that."

The waver in your tone gives away your fucking broken heart as you peer at him through thick lashes, trying to blink away tears that haven't come yet. It's proving difficult though, because you unintentionally pout as you really, really focus on remaining headstrong, on being the voice he needs to hear to clear his mind. You're here to comfort him, reassure him, yet you're on the verge of being the one who needs comforting.

On the other side of the coin, Rafe is just absolutely amazed at your compassion, not understanding why you're so hung up about him not being able to be an ocean explorer, for fuck's sake. You look like a kicked puppy, frowning at him in a way that he can't help but grin at, because it seems like you're more upset about it than he ever was.

"Okay," he relents gently, grinning at your clear distress, "only because you said please."

You let out a ragged breath. "That's not funny. Stop it."

"Never. And it is a little funny," he muses. "You're more upset about it than I am, I think."

Your lips twitch. "This is serious. Stop making me smile."

"Aw, I make you smile?"

"Rafe."

"You look so pretty, baby. Give me another."

You end up rolling your eyes and shaking your head gently, peering at him longingly for a prolonged moment before leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He reciprocates as quickly as it comes, but you lean back a fraction to study him, faces inches apart as your eyes soften into a look he doesn't recognize. Regardless of what the undertones are, you are beautiful.

“Say it,” you whisper against his lips.

His brows furrow. “Say what?”

“Say it’s not stupid.”

Rafe sighs your name.

You only raise your brows, expectantly and wide eyed.

He only tilts his head slightly. “Really?”

You nod as if you’ve never been certain of anything else in your life.

Huffing again, his gaze shifts momentarily behind you, gathering up the courage to do so, cheeks tinting pink at the vulnerability of it all, at how silly he feels indulging your request. However, it’s hard to say no when you’re looking that pretty.

“It’s not stupid,” he says quietly.

“What’s not stupid?”

Rafe says your name in warning. And you only tilt your head in faux confusion, egging him on.

The sigh that emits from his mouth is guttural. “My interests are not stupid.”

“And?”

He indulges quietly. “I’m allowed to pursue what I want. It’s my life.”

Fuck, he’d say it a thousand times over if you keep smiling the way you are right now, beaming at him like he'd just hit the lottery, proud of him for finding his words.

Wordlessly, you find yourself gently wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself taut to his body as if you weren't before. You rest your chin on the muscle connecting his neck to his shoulder, letting out a deep hum at the feel of him, the feel of his hands under your t-shirt gingerly rubbing up and down your back, the feel of his cock inside you, the feel of his syncopated heartbeat thrumming through his chest.

Rafe lets out a deep breath, partially out of relief, because he hates to admit that speaking it aloud has eased some sort of tension not only in his shoulders, but in his brain. He was appalled at your immediate dismissal of his father's words, saying your opinion as if it was written in code, enacted in law, praised for the world to follow. At the certainty in your voice, as if it was obvious, he figures his father must be wrong.

"Thank you." You hear him murmur.

All you can do is shake your head as best you can in this position. "You deserve to be happy."

"I am happy. I have you."

The simplicity of it has your heart skip, a wide smile etching on your face even though he has no way of seeing it.

"That's not what I meant."

Rafe snorts. "It's what I meant."

You shake your head again, but the words die in your throat as you're overwhelmingly consumed by love, compassion, care. When he does use his words, they're always firm, certain, truthful, as if they're the easiest things he's ever said. He sometimes speaks such beautiful words with such nonchalance that it throws you for a loop, makes you double take and attempt to confirm that you heard him right.

And, the worst part is, is that he has no idea the effect that it has on you. (Or he does, and he simply says it anyway to fluster you).

"Can we stay like this?" You ask sheepishly. "Just a little longer?"

As if the universe loves to prank, Rafe's stomach growls loud and audacious to the point where it silences both of you. You let out a snort and Rafe only groans, embarrassed when he remembers he spent all of dinner stabbing his food rather than eating it.

"We'll stay here all night, baby," he says low and certain. "But first, can you grab my to-go box?"

You laugh dangerously loud, the sensation making him stiffen underneath you.

"And, what?" You scoff playfully, as if the whole thing is a ridiculous idea. "We'll both eat while you're inside me?"

Suddenly, Rafe's grabbing your waist to make you lean back to stare at him, serious with a twinkle in his eye that only screams trouble. It's as if he's offended that you think he's joking.

"Uh, yeah?"

You're not one to refuse that request.

© salem-s please do not copy or replicate work unless given permission. mdni.

notes apologies for the delay in response (this was sent in after pt.7), I wanted to wait until the series was completely uploaded to respond to asks about it. had to pull the dead poets society card like srrrrry.

THANK YOU FOR A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS???!!! LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!!! <3

[craziertogether]

will’s character is equally as nerfed as mikes.

tbh i hate to say it but it’s equally as valid to say that will’s character arc is equally as nerfed as mike’s IF byler isn’t endgame. will has been nothing but the stereotype of tragic gay kid. he’s experienced nothing but misery from the second he was introduced.

abusive, sexist, homophobic, AND absent father (who may have SA’d him, if you subscribe to that belief).

bros also literally canonically poor asf like brother… get your bag up fr.

LITERALLY GOES MISSING for a week and has his death FAKED by the government.

will’s trauma isn’t actually unpacked on screen, we’re left to wonder what happened to him and how he was able to survive in the upside down for that week when bigger and tougher people have died.

been possessed by the mindflayer for all of S2, brother cannot catch a break

forced to have a connection with the UD, vecna, and all that even after his trauma from literally being stuck there for a week

love joyce but her overbearing nature in the seasons isn’t that great for him either because as will said “everyone treats him like he’s different” (except someone hmm i wonder why)

set up to be this sad bullied kid, described as “all alone” by mike FROM THE BEGINNING. bullied by troy in life and even after his “death”. isn’t even accepted when he does come back to school in s2

is low-key replaced by eleven by the group while he’s gone. (i love willel don’t start)

mike replaces him for el, lucas and max aren’t as close with him in season 3, dustin has suzie and the russians plot line

wants to play DND all summer and is ignored just to have his best friends leave and join a new party like not even a little bit later bro.. the SECOND they joined hs 😭💀

has basically been sidelined for 2 full seasons as the guy who gets a tingly neck feeling every 3 weeks. he’s not even considered smart or brave anymore, js the guy with the little itty bitty twitches on his neck and loves to touch it

is STILL not well liked by his peers in california plot line because of his sister

lowk is forced to become siblings with the girl that his first love is dating (again love willel stop)

tragically plays match maker for the doomed couple (literally the ONLY person who cares about their relationship)

is written to be a sad gay boy in love with his childhood best friend since idk SEASON 1. don’t get me started in why this is actually js torturous to have done if it will end with m*leven endgame.

hes basically a prop for this ship that is TECHNICALLY STILL canonically true but leaves will with all his trauma and gay pining to currently be put at risk of being sidelined forever for the development of m*leven (painting lie)

wasted how much time on that masterpiece of a painting to then sit in a HOT ASS VAN and pour his entire soul into mike just to try and salvage a dead relationship

forced him to lie to his BEST friend, who, even if they byler not endgame is the most important person in will’s life next to his mother.

forced to LITERALLY COMFORT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE as he’s still being a gay mess and struggling to say that he loves his own fake girlfriend

sat through mike’s piece of shit monologue and heard him tell his gf that he loved her like 10 times

not only was the monologue garbage but it probably felt genuine to will who’s been on the receiving end of mike’s motivational talks. although he should’ve clocked it as in-genuine, he probably feels like he doesn’t remember mike anymore bc they haven’t talked in months in this essay i will-

basically if byler isn’t canon, will is set up to be amongst the worst characters in the show. maybe his connection to the UD is deep as hell but even if they explain will’s secret powers or connection to the upside down, his personal development outside of the supernatural is absolutely DOG SHIT. he could be more powerful than el in the telepathy world and it would still feel like emotionally he’s been nothing but a sad doormat for the writers that only gets remembered every time there’s a small disturbance in the UD. like no development except pure torture and sidelining him for two whole seasons to be nothing more than sad gay boy that the entire GA hates bc it threatens m*leven endgame.

[kireilien]

my bdsm & maki thoughts!

pair. dom!maki x fem!reader; wc. 870

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, rambling so no proper grammar or spelling; race neutral reader, explicit bdsm... will leave contents as a surpise~

note. was supposed to be a quickie as a reply to 🐆/🙀/🪸 anons... somehow made it this long... so here you go unexpected brain ramble in a fat minute... heavily inspired by the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂pen concept photos

thinking about maki n size training (AGAIN) but this time instead of size training your pussy, its your mouth and a ball gag ♡︎ maki getting a medium ball that slides right past your teeth— the buckle only a little loose around your head; tight enough to stay in place but loose enough to move around. you’re naked with your hands and bound behind your back, ankles tied too, your pretty little ass sitting on your legs under you, with the glossiest puppy eyes! your lashes are already so wet by feeling the stretch against your cheek. maki’s fully clothed, sitting on your shared bed, caressing your cheek, kissing faint smooches on your neck. he comes back up to your lips, mumbling a “puppy’s so perfect for daddy, yeah?” with the coat of sweetness. he presses his fingers against the gag, having it bob against your throat so carelessly as if it wasn’t already so hard to take in when it’s behind your teeth. your eyes are screwed shut, feeling your tongue pressed down so quickly. the ribbons are tight, causing friction to imprint into your joints, but daddy ties you up in pretty ribbons rather than rough ropes instead, so there’s no need to complain too if your throat is being played around with. his fingers keep bobbing the gag as he hums once more, “remember, puppy, this is smaller than daddy’s cock— don’t fight it now because i won’t fit.” your thighs are firmly pressed together, you swear there’s pins and needles forming in your calves and you can feel some tears start to actually form and threaten to fall.

okay more hard dom maki bc what’s not maki if he’s calling you puppy AND treating you like one? this is a more continued version of brat tamer!maki in my previous love letter teehee. i just love love love thinking of him talking to you like a pup when you “suddenly” don’t know how to act! telling you the typical, “sit,” “stay,” “down,” or even my favorites, “bow,” or “come”! and remember how i said maki would basically have you obey him by verbal cues alone? what’s a tamer and their puppy without a collar— and even better a leash ♡︎ after all since maki is an idol and i don’t think he’d indulge in public bdsm, he’d keep it at home but max level. if the two of you were serious about your bdsm relationship, maki would have you wear the collar and maybe even the leash in his hands as long as he can. he loves the cute bell and dog tag saying your name, how it fits around your neck perfectly, and how the leash feels so right. he loves his little puppy sm! i talk about this later but he’d prefer js a simple collar and leash only if you weren’t so adamant about a color or style ahem pink ahem white ahem dog tag in a heart shape ahem with a charm ahem maybe add a bow ahem maybe bedazzled ahem my ideal collar ahem WHO SAID THAT

another thought is of that lotion wax play??? have you guys seen those candles that when the wax melts you can pour it onto your skin and it can be used as lotion??? maki would love that alternative since he’s a little hesitant to be actually using wax on you. but the lotion is a better way to relieve that fear— plus he can massage you once the heat is gone! when you’re blindfolded, bounded once more, maki is sosososososos sweet and probably kisses the place he’s gonna pour wax over before he does it (then what’s the whole point of the blindfold whatever). he’s watching the wax pour and seeing you jolt and flinch at the heat. it almost feels like it stings when it first hits contact with your body, but it soon turns all warm and soothing when maki runs his thumb over the area to massage it all in, making sure to watch how your lip twitches— are you biting it? are they parted? are you pursing them? it’s all for you making sure you like the experience~

etc bdsm daddy maki thoughts: isn’t the type of daddy to have various items. would rather have one tool for flogging and paddling, one type of ribbon, one type or rope, one blindfold, one singular things only to keep it neat. maki reaches towards shibari when he’s domming you too, don’t think he’s too keen on other bdsm acts, only if the time is right but shibari is his go-to! prefers basic black items but won’t complain about pink items for his puppy princess aka me this was just for me i also would say that maki isn’t a 24/7 fsog-like hard dom obviously but i do think if his partner likes that lifestyle, he’ll indulge in it, but wouldn’t go all the way. he funnily enough sees it almost domestically. when he’s clasping your ankles to the spreader bad he can’t help but feel all giddy. like ‘aww my puppy trusts me so much we get to have this fun time together!’ (he’s sick in the head) (i am too).

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[crushh-existz]

Streamer Ellie HCs

Warnings: lower case intended..., NOT proofread at all..., its actually so shit so shh

-loser!ellie who made it through freshman and sophmore year of being a complete loner other than Jesse and Dina keeping her company but even then, she had absolutely no classes with them after freshman year.

-loser!ellie mid sophmore year she got bored and streamed her playing filled fortnite squads (it took her 4 hours trying to set it up with the most grainy ass camera she could find from joel that he used when he worked in customer service. she also got 10 views MAX!!)

-loser!ellie she looked back at the footage after school one day and her ass went onto capcut and put the most stupidest clips she could find of herself and posted it on one of her many alt accounts on tiktok.

after rewatching that bitch at least 20 times and giggling her ass off, she went to bed swaddled in her dino sheets

she didn't even realize she had fallen asleep at around 2 am and woke up super late, forgetting her phone at home

-loser!ellie had to sit through all her classes bored as FUCKK without her brawl stars to get through her boring classes (dont ask it was the stupidest mobile game i could think of and idk anything abt it) and the only game that wasn't locked away by GoGuardian was slope.io (her highscore is 23)

-loser!ellie went about her day as jolly as one who is drowning in assignments could be. she hung out with jesse and dina at lunch and surviving her last two periods before walking home humming her favorite songs pretending she has her phone and wired headphones (that most definately need to be retired after 6 years of torture, half of which were from joel using them)

once she actually got home, kicking off her butchered converse onto her bedroom floor as she flopped onto her bed

-loser!ellie finally got to open her phone to browse through her notifications and streaks dina for some reason made her keep, she noticed a fat chunk of them being from tiktok

at first she thought it was just jesse getting home early and sending her posts but it was actually from her stupid capcut video (she didnt even remove the watermark at the end)

her video for some reason blew up.. she literally flew up to sit on her bed scrolling through all the comments.

"wait why r u actually funny"

"mind you this is my first impression of u"

"why is ur camera quality worse than my dead grandmas health.."

"in my mind we're actually bestfriends come out im in ur closet."

of course among that, theres also random hate comments like

"this pmo" and petty shit like that.

she giggled by replying to them with the most stupidest things

@/player222schesticals im js a natural arent i

@/user283678383257819 i hope it lasts

@/therealauthormorgan911 erm tell her dust i said hi

@/divaa283628 how'd u know i was a scissor sister dafauq

-streamer!ellie immediatly after she called dina "DUDE IM FLIPPING FAMOUS"

dina thought she was high off her ass and told her yeah right before hanging up on her ass.

ellie then proceeded to send a link to her alt and dina was actually blown away

"woah els.. you should pay me to be your manager."

-streamer!ellie laughed in her face (she asked dina to manage her shit a week later)

-loser!ellie's following grew and she branched her gaming to other things, mostly shorter story games that she finds off steam for 1 cent. every so often the game is actually really good with life changing plot (ellie's bawling by the end of it)

obviously she still plays stupid shooter games like fortnite and OW but she's too scared to touch COD (too many sweats she says)

-streamer!ellie absolutely LOVES to troll on GTA with Jesse it's literally her favorite thing to do EVERRR!!! the public js eats it up like candy, putting her in comps whenever she would accidently blow herself up or something (again dont know anything about this game at ALLL!!!)

-loser!ellie absolutely loves scowering tiktok for stupid little edits of herself and saving them all

she's quite cocky behind the screen and loves interacting w/ her community online but gets so awkward when she gets recognized in public or at school for the few audio clips of her going viral (it's okay cuz dina and jesse help her through it!!)

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A/N: okay chat these were just heehees and haahaas bro. i randomly decided to do it and I thought it was funny and lowk sat there and actually wrote w/o stopping.. tbh there was more to this but like i cringed and deleted all that but i liked it up until this point. there were probably part 2 if i figure out what to write and probably x reader version too FHEIWF anyway its fr shit but this was js for funsies ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[verstappen-cult]

hiii idk if youre doing reqs rn but how about lestappen x reader where shes unused to being taken care of, having to succumb to the fact she needs help after an injury (nothing too graphic like maybe a sprained ankle or a broken wrist) and max and charles trying their best to make her understand that they *want* to help and that she has to let them and her yk kinda warming up to the idea idkkk😭 feel free to ignore it i js thought it was sweet✋️😔

You turn on the kitchen lights and Charles and Max are immediately pausing the game and turning around, surprised to see you supporting all your weight in your left leg, while keeping your balance by leaning against the wall.

Max is up in a blink of an eye. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” He helps you walk to one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

“I wanted something to eat.” You say, sitting down and trying not to show how relieved you are. Your ankle is still hurting but you don’t want to worry them.

“You could’ve just told us.” Charles joins you and Max in the kitchen. “What do you want?” He asks you while walking towards the fridge.

You wince, looking down at your hands. “I can prepare something. You’re busy.”

“We were just playing FIFA.” Max leans down to leave a kiss on your cheek. “We weren’t exactly busy.”

“Still,” You argue back, this time looking at your blonde haired boyfriend. “I can do it myself.”

“You’re supposed to be resting, or you’re not gonna get better.”

Charles is right.

And just because of that you accept his offer to make something to eat.

“I’d like some pasta, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Charles frowns as he takes all the ingredientes out of the fridge. “If it’s not too much trouble? Are you hearing yourself?”

Max gives him a disapproving look when he sees you look away.

“You sit here and we’re gonna take care of it, okay?” Max smiles before helping his boyfriend to avoid any incident like it always happens when Charles cooks. Or tries to.

While they’re occupied you think that is a good idea to take a shower to feel fresh and clean before dinner.

But the second you move to get up, Charles is by your side ready to help you.

It makes you feel a lot of things, some good and bad — especially some bad ones. Because the last thing you wanted was to cause trouble and have them running behind you to help with whatever you need, forcing them to cancel events to stay at home with you. Which is exactly what happened.

“What do you want?”

You groan, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I’ll run a bath for you.” Charles smiles brightly, forcing you to sit back down. But you don’t let him get away, grabbing his wrist.

“I can do it,” You feel stressed and a burden, and there are tears pricking your eyes. “You don’t need to do everything for me.”

Max stops chopping the vegetables to pay attention to you. “We know that,” He says with a weird expression on his face that you don’t really want to think about right now. “we’re trying to help you. You fell down and are in a lot of pain even if you want us to believe otherwise.”

You blush because you thought you were doing a pretty good job hiding how bad you actually feel.

“When we said that we want to take care of you, it was because we mean it. Nothing is more important than you.” Charles rubs his thumb over your knuckles, while you feel really small and scolded like a little kid.

“I just–,” You hide behind your hands, finally letting the tears fall freely down your face. “I don’t wanna be a burden.”

They stay silent for a few minutes. And then, you feel Max arms on your back while Charles lifts your chin up with his fingers. They look softly at you which only makes you cry harder.

“Oh, princess.” Max wipes the tears with the pad of his fingers. “We love you. Of course we want to take care of you and help with anything you need. You’re never gonna be a burden for us, okay?”

“I know you’d do the same for us.” Charles lets you rest your head against his chest as the both of them hold you in their arms. “Will you let us take care of you?”

You want to say no, but deep down you want to be taken care of. But you’re so used to doing everything by yourself, you never had someone worrying this much for you, never had someone who cared. And now you don’t have one but two people willing to drop everything just to take care of you.

You nod against Charles’ chest, tears still flowing down your face, and whisper, “Okay.” Even if you still want to fight against it and do everything by yourself.

Maybe things need to change a little.

[f0point5]

would you consider writing the time when max realized that he loved yn?

i remember that he was like in a mindset of idgaf what happens with her im js happy being best friends and having her in my life but i wonder how he got to that point

The way this came out…idk I hope you like it 😂 I really wish I’d retconned this whole situation but I stayed true to the fic timeline.

I just…I really hope you don’t hate it 🫠

✨Set after Max wins his 3rd championship in Qatar✨

Honestly, who (is he) to fight the alchemy?

Max has been in love before. He knows what it feels like. It felt like winning a race. The adrenaline, the elation, the satisfaction, the sliver of relief. He didn’t think there was a better feeling, and if you feel that when you’re with someone, then that must be love.

He never felt like that with you. So he wasn’t in love. He loved you, but he wasn’t in love. Thank God for that, he’d always thought to himself. Max didn’t put effort into games he wouldn’t win and the games you played with men didn’t have a rule book. He was just so lucky, to have you as a friend, and a roommate, and a feline co-parent, and that’s how it would stay.

Except, when the journalist had asked him if you were going to live with him after he retired, he didn’t know what to say. Of course you would, except, how would your boyfriend feel about that? And of course he wanted you to, but he wanted a family, too. But you were family, in some complicated way that he’d never realised before that moment might mean that you wouldn’t always be…with him.

And he didn’t have the desire or the language skills to explain that to a random German journalist. He’d rattled off some answer about how he never knew what the future would bring. It was true, he didn’t think much about the future. But he should have, because when he did it always had you in it.

He wanted a house, and a wife, and kids. It wasn’t like he envisaged doing all that with you. Except, he hadn’t envisaged doing any of it without you, either. It was always you imagined having breakfast with, you he imagined would teach his kids to ski, you he thought about when he thought about buying one of those mansions in the hills above Monaco. Naively, he hadn’t imagined either of you with partners that would mind you and Max living your lives together. It sounded fucking stupid when he thought about it. But, it’s not like he was going to marry you, because he’s not in love with you.

It’s not like I’m in love with her. He’d said that before.

Aren’t you, Max?

Isn’t he?

Is he?

So now here he is, at this totally-not-a-party party, celebrating his this third world championship, wondering if he’s in love. Wondering if that even matters. The music is loud, not enough to drown out his thoughts. He can’t even drink too much because he still has a race tomorrow. He feels lightheaded enough.

He doesn’t know why he’s questioning himself. He has an answer. He knows what being in love feels like, and he doesn’t feel that about you. How he does feel about you, is…not quantifiable. Except he’d really like a name for it right about now. One that’s not going to spin his whole world off its axis. But then, he’s not exactly the axis, is he? Not really.

He should feel like the centre of the universe tonight. He’s lost count of how many times he’s received praise and congratulations, plaudits, and pictures, even gifts. Everyone wants to be in his orbit, everyone wants to talk to him, everyone except you.

You’re leaning against the balcony, bopping along to the music, talking to his dad of all people, your flushed face and lazy grin telltale signs you’ve had too much to drink. Jos is as close as he ever gets to smiling, a telltale sign he’s had too much to drink, and the two of you are, as usual, talking over each other. His eyes linger on your long legs and gentle curves. It would be cutting a corner, to say he’s in love with you, because how can you not be at least a little bit infatuated with the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen? But that’s not love, exactly. Even half drunk, with all this talk of spinning and the party beginning to blur at its edges, the only thing he can see clearly is you. You don’t even notice him looking, because you’re so used to feeling eyes on you.

No, being around you has never felt like winning much of anything. It actually feels a bit like he’s fighting for his life. It feels like…driving, he realises, as the gin starts to hit.

Being around you was like being in the RB19. Like being behind the wheel of something that could kill you, but fits you like a second skin. Like the illusion of having control of a force of nature. It was like living on a knife edge, but building a home there. Comfortable with the uncomfortable, they’d called him, and nothing had ever made him as uncomfortable as you.

If that was being in love, he’d probably been in love with you for as long as his dad said he was.

You don’t notice him looking, but Jos does. He waves Max over, and Max is glad for an excuse. His body gets up before he’s decided to, and he blinks furiously as he walks, trying to focus his thoughts enough to hold a conversation with you when he’s beginning to think he might-

“Maxy,” you say, grinning like it’s the first time you’ve seen him all night.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, fuck. The gin’s coming back. For a second he feels like he’s either going to ask you to marry him or vomit all over you.

“I’m leaving. She’s all yours,” Jos says, and Max steadies himself. His dad leans over and gives him one last hug before switching to Dutch. “Get her to bed. And yourself, also. You’ve still got to race tomorrow,”

Max nods and waves him off, closing his arms around you when you wobble, leaning into him for stability. Jos gives you a pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd, and you teeter again, pushing you further into Max. The extra weight is like a balm on what is now a gaping, raw wound, with the nerves exposed. He will never recover from this.

You turn in his arms, scrunching your nose in displeasure as you look up at him. “I hate this hat,” you flick the brim of his World Champion cap. “Worst hat they ever made you. Next year, we do a better one,”

“Okay,” he says, chuckling as the hat leaves his head.

“Can I have this?” You’ve already put it on.

“Sure,”

Take it. Take my Valkyrie. Take the trophy. Take my last name.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He doesn’t know how he’s looking at you. Is it different than he looked at you two hours ago? Different then when you were 19?

He just shrugs, tipping the hat back for you, since it’s so big. “You’re drunk,” he yells over the music.

You lean in, so close that he’s intoxicated by the scent of your perfume, champagne, and Red Bull. He turns away from you slightly, because he’s had too much to drink to be this close to you.

“I know,” you whisper to him, your lips grazing his cheek as you talk. That’s not helping. He turns back to you, finding your eyes searching his. For the first time, he’s worried what you might see. Because you’ve always seen him too clearly. It was awful, then exhilarating, now it’s just fucking terrifying. Your eyes narrow and Max thinks you’re about to outright accuse him of wanting- “You’re supposed to be drunk, too,”

He laughs. He laughs at your pout, at getting away with it, for a little while longer, at least, and he laughs because on the night he’s won a world championship he realises he lost his heart a long time ago.

Loving you didn’t feel like a winning a race, it felt like driving in one. And after all, isn’t driving all he ever wanted to do?

“I am, Engel,” he says, “trust me, I am.”

[max--phillips]

Ah to be tied up on the floor at the mercy of one Boba Fett

[sincerelyrki]

PIKA PIKA

↳ NISHIMURA RIKI SMAU

fate works in different ways, sometimes it even comes disguised as a life sized pikachu and a clumsy idol.

SYNOPSIS ➙ Niki knew that the pikachu’s on stage with them were real people dressed in a costume but that doesn’t mean he can’t get shocked after accidentally revealing one of their identities. his shock quickly changed to amusement as the revealed pikachu could only think of one thing to say as the tension in the room heightened- “pika pika?” it’s not like you could avoid him after humiliating yourself either, you still have all of tour left.

PAIRING ➙ idol!riki x nonidol!fem!reader

WARNINGS + GENRE ➙ smau. fluff. riki is down bad. forced proximity. opposites attract. reader is the leader of a 5 member dance group. angst. friendly fighting. real fighting (js one scene). overprotective riki. jealousy. yn gets in some fights. older reader (a year older). more to be added if necessary.

STATUS ➙ STARTED ! HIATUS [march 27, 2024]

TAGLIST ➙ OPEN ! send an ask or comment to be added

FEAT ➙ chuu (soloist). jaehyun (boynextdoor). wonbin (riize). ricky (zerobaseone). yuma (&team)

A/N ➙ i lied this one comes before he loves me not 😝😝 anywaysss

spotify playlist

PROFILES

| chuu’s chu (plural)

| emflopout

| yn’s dads

| fan accounts aka the holy grail

CHAPTERS

| one : if you want something to play with get a pikachu

| two : Shit day 😔

| three : girl he doesn’t want you [ written ]

| four : merrily we fall out of line…

| five : 1 2 3 any boys here? ❤️😍😝

| six : cake and candles my brother [ written ]

| seven : take off your sunglasses

| eight : fuck ass tom holland

| nine : reliable car max?

| ten : twenty questions

| eleven : MADE IT TO THE PRIV 💪

| twelve : my pini <3

| thirteen : i think i have a stalker

tba + titles are subject to change

@ SINCERELYRKI do not plagiarize, translate, copy or repost

[sheastri]

Can I Call You Rose? ft. ln4

Pairing: lando norris x fem!black reader

Genre: Social Media AU + Story

Summary: In which the reader grew up in a household where she was never able to express herself properly due to her father. Lando heals her inner child and helps her experience all the things she wasn't able to when she was younger.

Warning(s): None.

A/N: No specific facecast, just the gorgeous black girls of pinterest!!

Also please send requests, whether they're movie based, book based, song based, or even original. Spill your brains and I'll bring the ideas to life the best I can.

Dedicated to all the young girls around the world growing up with immigrant parents who they knew loved them but didn't know how to show it. You will find someone who allows you to express yourself and heals you inside out.

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Flashback To Y/n's Childhood

13 years ago

Y/n had just turned 10 years old and was excited to celebrate her birthday. Her mother had suggested they all go out and grab dinner at a restaurant of her choice as her birthday treat. They were at home getting ready and just about to leave when her father had said something.

He had insulted her mother and she knew immediately that it would prompt a whole argument so she grabbed the car keys. She made sure to tell her sister, who immediately followed behind her, before she went outside to the car to wait for their parents.

When everyone had gotten in the car it was dead silent. Nobody spoke a word until her father attempted to break the silence with a joke, not an apology, a joke.

Her mother had laughed and went back to speaking to her father like nothing had happened. Y/n and her sister had looked at each other before going back to their phones. Out of nowhere her father begin to go on a rant, well yapping spree, about how this generation was always on their phones and started to talk about how his life growing up in Jamaica was.

Both her and her sister laughed as their mother commented on his very animated story and the atmosphere felt lighter, as though everyone could breathe again. They laughed and conversed until they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, Olive Garden.

It wasn't giving birthday dinner but Y/n's been craving it for weeks now, the only reason they couldn't go was because of her dad. He didn't like their food and made sure to make it known. He had eaten something before they left so she could hopefully enjoy just eating her food.

They ordered and while they were waiting her dad decided that he needed to complain more. He started with a joke about how she kind of left him to starve and how next time she should be more considerate. Her mother laughed and her sister spoke up about how she didn't like Olive Garden that much either.

Y/n eventually excused herself to the bathroom and went into a stall deciding to just cry. Safe to say her 10th birthday was ruined.

Alexa play "Can I Call You Rose".

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I Wanna Plant You in my Heart, Oh, So Love Can Grow

Y/n and Imani had bought tickets to attend the Miani Grand Prix since they happened to be in town. Y/n wasn't so much as interested in formula one as Imani was so she was pretty much just tagging along for the ride. It was Thursday and they had come in for what was known as "a pit-lane walk" because Imani had wanted an oppurtunity to talk to some of her favorite drivers. Most notable were Oscar Piastri and Lewis Hamilton. Y/n, personally was a Lando girl. She wasn't a hardcore fan but she tuned in every once in a while and used social media to keep up with everything going on within the formula one community. They were walking around when someone bumped right into y/n knocking the cold matcha out of her hand. It had gotten over her and the opposing force. She looked up, feathers a bit ruffled and was jumpscared, mostly because she expected some rando, with the face of Lando Norris. They were both frozen for a bit before he helped her up. After he had helped her though he stared at her for a long time and she just averted her gaze before accidentally getting caught in his eyes. She let out a soft laugh at the situation before apologizing. Lando's eyes momentarily widened before he quickly began to stutter out apologies. Y/n just laughed at his nervousness before he offered to help her find some clean clothes. Y/n looked at Imani who had given her a thumbs up before giving her that look with her eyebrows raised which made Y/n let out a soft sigh. She took Lando up on the offer and they walked off. Many people looked up at them seeing them both giddy and drenched in Matcha. The upcoming weekend Lando had won and joked with Y/n about having her come and visit again along with a cup of matcha in hand.

Can I Call You Rose? 'Cause Your Thorns Won't Let Blood In Too Soon

It had been almost 2 months since the incident and since then Lando and Y/n had kept in contact. At the moment Lando was trying to convince Y/n to go to the beach and have dinner with him but as more than friends. Y/n had turned the idea down due to being scared of the prospect of a romatic relationship. Eventually due to a bit of convincing from Imani and communicating her feelings to Lando directly she had given him a chance. She had dressed up in a cute pink two piece in which she wore her swimsuit under. She had 2 gold necklaces stacked on top of eachother, one shorter than the other along with some lightly colored bangals. Her makeup was pretty light and she had on strawberry sceneted perfume. She heared the doorbell ring and rushed down with her purse before taking a deep breath and fixing up her hair. She opened the door and was met with a giant boquet of pink flowers. Lando angled the flowers in his arms so that he could make himself visable but also be able to take in her look. If the weight of the flowers hadn't kept him grounded he would've thought he had died, had ascended to the heavens, and had seen an angel. He took her in with all his five senses. His eyes had been blessed, his ears had the pleasure of being able to listen to her soft voice, his hands had the ability to caress and hold hers, his nose was able to take in the scent of strawberry that surrounded her, and his mouth was able to taste wonderful cooking. He never wanted to depart from her. She invited him in and had him place the flowers on the dining table until she came home later to figure out where to place them around her house. He held out his hand for her and led her to his car.

"What a gentleman you are tonight Mr. Norris." Y/n teased with a soft smile on her face.

"Only for you Mrs. Norris." Lando teased back earning him a soft slap from Y/n.

They ate at the restaurant first before going to the Beach soon after. It was late evening but the sun still had yet to set. Y/n wore a swimsuit but didn't plan on going in the water. She had brought a book. It was more out of habit since she was stuck watching her siblings play instead of being able to enjoy the trip. Lando had gotten into his swimsuit and wasted no time jumping in the water before coming out a bit after. He gave her a look with his eyebrow raised and she immediately got up, book long forgotten, and began to run. He chased her for a while, letting her think she was getting away before sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso.

"Lando, no. Don't do this to me." Y/n had said dramatically while dying of laughter, already out of breath from all the running.

"Sorry love, it had to be done." Lando says laughing as he now moves one his arms under her legs and runs into the ocean.

After they were both soaked and tired but for Lando the most important thing was that Y/n had fun.

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[sanaexus]

social's as julian's girlfriend

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[expl0s1v3]

hey so js cuz i can here are some of my stranger things headcanons !!

1. Jonathan and Joyce know that Will is gay, even if he’s never outright said it. Joyce got upset when Hopper asked “well if he?” when Will was missing after she told him Lonnie called him a f*g because she didn’t want the only thing known about her son to be that he was gay. People were already barely looking for him as it was, she knew this would stop many searches.

2. Jonathan still doesn’t know the camera is from Steve, so whenever Steve used to see him around Hawkins using it, he would feel a bit better because he knew he did a good thing and he didn’t need an validation from it.

3. Nancy and Mike used to have tea parties in the basement, but Ted soon forced Mike to stop playing with Nancy, saying it was too “girly” for a boy his age to be doing. Nancy secretly placed her tea set in a box in Mikes closet when she stopped using them, just incase he ever needed a reminder that his big sister was always there if he was ever lonely.

4. Dustin was never the first choice in his friend groups, so hearing Mike tell him that he was also his best friend made him incredibly happy, and like he mattered for once.

5. Max has a small box under her bed of bracelets made by El, drawings made by Will, small trinkets made by Dustin, writing from Mike, and matching stuff with Lucas in a box under her bed. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, the guilt eating away at her, she’ll look through it to remind herself that she has someone, or had. She also has a bunch of pictures of Robin, Steve, Jonathan and Nancy with the rest of the party.

6. At first, Eddie didn’t like Mike. He thought he was obnoxious and a little rude. But soon enough, and with some convincing from Dustin, he began to hang out with the boy more. It made him realize that was all just walls Mike had built up, and he was really still a kid at heart.

7. Mike was completely distraught when Will’s “body” was found. He acted as if he was fine, but some days he would lay in his bed and not move an inch. He’d just lay there, staring at all the drawings that he had made by Will hung up on the walls, sometimes, he would move to the basement and stare at their D&D board, sometimes he would cry if Ted wasn’t home.

8. Lucas fell in love with Max the moment he laid eyes on her, and his opinion of her has only grown in a positive direction ever since. He was ecstatic after the snowball dance, continuously talking about it to Erica, who really couldn’t have cared less, but she listened anyway, because her brother was finally happy.

9. Steve really did fall in love with Robin, but after finding out she liked girls, he realized that everyone wasn’t the same as him, and that people like Robin already felt alone in this world, so it just made him want to be her friend even more. Sometimes, he’ll even give her girl advice.

10. El and Mike used to have English “classes”. Due to Mike’s love for writing, he helped her with her pronunciation and spelling, thats why El could tell something was up when he only wrote “From, Mike” and not “Love, Mike” in his letters when she moved away to California.

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[riongeee]

Hearr me outtt

Sebek (After malleus OB(that ended vry badly)) goes back in time, BUT not at the start of the year. He goes back in time as a child (4-8 y/o).

Like, he regains his memories thru a dream, he wakes up screaming and crying. His family js thinks that he had a nightmare or smth.

Now, he's trying to better himself. He's studying rlly hard (particularly abt overblots), and trys to be nicer to his father.

When he gets into NRC, he expects to get into diasomnia. Instead he's sorted somewhere else,

What dorm do u think he would end up in?? I was thinking ab this for a while,but i cant rlly decide..

Pls bestow upon me your divine wisdom, oh wise one 🙏🙏

Me + dorm swapping Sebek is basically my whole thing now (I am not complaining >:D)

So, assuming this, Sebek has gone through some absolutely traumatising stuff before being stuffed into his child body. Perhaps the reason he went back in time is actually because either he or Malleus die. (Malleus because maybe it caused a huge burst of magic...enough to send Sebek back)

So 6 year old Sebek wakes up absolutely in shambles, he watched his whole life play out and end.

Because of Sebek and his personality, I think he'd blame himself, maybe for not being strong or smart enough to protect Malleus. So he throws himself into studying, improving himself. His parents are worried about him but Sebek just drives himself into the ground studying and training in an endless loop.

Eventually, it gets to the point he is physically and mentally exhausted, maybe Sebeks dad thinks this is a result of the bullying he received for being half fae and just breaks down in front of Sebek. He thinks it's his fault his baby is hurting himself. This leads to Sebek seeing how hurt his family are by Sebeks self destructive behaviour and he breaks down in tears too. In his past life one of his main regrets was how he treated his father so he seeks to remedy it in this life.

He then decides to bring the whole family closer. Although his grandfather wasn't the nicest he still cared for Sebek and Sebek remembered that. When nobody else in his family understood Sebeks personality, Baul understood. So he doesn't want to die and leave his family on strained terms like in the last life.

Atleast if he dies again, they'll have eachother.

So through, some hard work , Sebek brings the family closer, he still has little to no friends, as unlike the last life he has still not been sent to Lillia for training(Sebek dreads seeing Diasomnia again).

When one day Baul asks if Sebek wants to train with a person Baul knows, he almost says yes before hesitating, he had never been as close to them as they were with eachother, so, if in this life he watched from afar..... maybe things would go better? (He ignores the way his hands tremble at the thought of seeing Malleus again, he nearly envisions the sound of tearing flesh before snapping back into reality).

So Sebek continues his efforts, he studies and trains like a man possessed.

When the day comes for his sorting ceremony Sebek doesn't look up until his name is called.

He doesn't look back (perhaps if he did he'd see Lillias anguished face, deapite not knowing the first year he feels as if he does)

So Sebek steps towards the mirror. Knowing.

"Savanaclaw!"

His eyes widen.

>:)

Okay so a few explanations of some of the details.

I'm rolling with the idea that Malleus died while overblotting and the sheer amount of magic reversed time.

Only Sebek fully remembered what happened (for now...) whilst others may feel deja vu or get flashbacks. Which is why Lillia feels something at seeing Sebek despite technically not meeting him. (For max angst potential everyone else slowly regain their memories and start to investigate why Sebek is so different)

Also Savanaclaw because it is the dorm of persistence and Sebek is persistent on improving and avoiding the outcome he saw. (Could also work with other dorms but I think Savanaclaw or Pomefiore are best for this).

Might expand on this but idk