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houseofaegon · 4 months ago

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SKINNY DIPPING pt. 1 ✩ Wally Clark

Pairings: Wally Clark x Fem!reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. very slow burn. semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, heavy sexual tension, explicit dirty talk, praising, degradation, skinny dipping in a public pool, possesiveness/jealousy, light choking, rough gripping & mandhandling, overstimulation, wally being a cocky little shit, risk of getting caught, begging, breeding kink. wally whimpering???? (god have mercy)

Summary: For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Author's note: God bless Milo Manheim!!!!!!!!!! I love this idea of having a bucket list of things they want to do before crossing over. It might be cool to make it into a series. idk. We'll see. :) For now, enjoy!! I hope you guys like it. <3 xoxo, nai.

Word count: 1714

Song choices: lose control - teddy swims, tear you apart - she wants revenge, closer - nine inch nails, flawless - the neighbourhood, do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys, TiO - zayn.

masterlist. part 1. part 2. part 3

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Wally had been wandering the halls of the school, bored out of his mind, his thoughts drifting aimlessly as he just tried to make it through another day—not that he ever expected much on a normal one, at least. But then, there were those days. The ones that turned into trouble. The kind of trouble that you made happen.

It didn't really take much to turn an average boring day into something unforgettable when you were involved. You were the life of the party. You and Wally? Every single time you two were together, trouble seemed to follow.

And today? Today was no different.

You had both made a promise long ago: make eternity fun. It was a pact, a way to deal with the fact that you two were dead, with no going back to your old lives. So, you'd sworn to make the most of every single day, even if it meant causing chaos along the way.

You'd even written down an entire bucket list with him. Wally named it "100 things to do before crossing over." You two hadn't really crossed off many of the things you'd written down; some of them were not very possible, given the fact that you two couldn't really leave the school grounds. But that didn't stop you from trying to make every day feel like it mattered.

After walking aimlessly around the school, Wally finally spotted you, sprawled out on the bleachers of the football field. The sun was making your skin glow, and despite the fact that you couldn't tan anymore, you still seemed to soak up every single ray as if you were trying to relieve the feeling of it. One arm draped over your eyes, one leg over the other. Wally smiled; you always found a way to look effortlessly cool and beautiful, even in moments like this.

Wally climbed up the steps, settling on the one just below you, his eyes studying you. "We're gonna have field day in an hour," he said, his voice light. "Mr. Martin wants to do something...different. A bonfire or whatever. I don't know. Rhonda told me."

But you didn't respond. Your silence made him arch an eyebrow.

"You good?" he asked, his tone shifting to a more serious now. He wasn't too used to you being so quiet.

You opened your eyes, lazily glancing at him. “Just thinking,” you murmured, your voice soft.

“Dangerous,” he teased, though he could tell something was off. You smiled at him, rolling your eyes, but he noticed they didn't have that usual sparkle.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again, a little more worried now.

You propped yourself up, your gaze flickering to the school building for a moment before focusing back on him. “Yeah,” you said, your voice steadier this time. “I’ve just been thinking about that list we made.”

“The one with a hundred things we’re supposed to do before crossing over?” Wally asked, smirking. “We’re halfway through, but there’s still plenty of time left.”

He watched your expression closely, trying to figure out what was going through your head, but you were unreadable as ever.

You shook your head. “We haven’t really crossed off much…” You trailed off for a second, your gaze flicking to the sky before you let out a sigh. “I just feel like... days are getting boring, Wally.”

He tilted his head. “Well, let’s do something not boring, then. Something stupid.”

“Define stupid.” You raised an eyebrow.

Wally’s lips curled into that signature cocky grin. The one that always meant he was about to take things to another level.

“Number 16,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

“Do you expect me to remember?” You shot back, trying to act nonchalant, but there was a flutter of excitement in your chest.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Skinny dipping, dumbass.”

You froze for a moment, processing his words. Your mind raced, the idea catching you off guard. It was reckless, a little insane—but totally on brand for the two of you.

"You're serious?" you asked, staring at him with a mix of disbelief.

Wally leaned forward slightly, his voice low, his gaze burning with that familiar mischievous fire. “Dead serious.”

You couldn’t help it. A wicked smile spread across your face as you locked eyes with him. It was just a stupid thing to do. Just another one of your meaningless games. No harm in it, right?

"You're insane," you muttered under your breath, pushing yourself off the bleacher to stand right in front of him. You looked down at him, your gaze meeting his with a challenge in your eyes.

Wally just shrugged. “Yeah, well, eternity wouldn’t be fun if we weren’t at least a little bit insane.” His eyes traced the curve of your body, the unspoken tension between you both suddenly feeling palpable, thick in the air.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of the heat that seemed to spark between you both. “I swear you’ll get us caught.” You half joked, but the wild idea was starting to feel too good to back away from.

“Let’s make it quick then,” he replied. “We’ll make sure no one sees us.”

"I swear, Wally, if we get caught... I'll kill you," you warned, your voice a mix of a playful threat.

Wally chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You wouldn't," he teased, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes that made your stomach flip. "Besides, it's not like anyone's out there anyway. Everyone's off by the bonfire, telling ghost stories or whatever it is they do. We're fine. I'm sure they won't miss us."

You shot him a skeptical look, doubting if you should agree to it but you craved the adrenaline more.

"Come on," he grinned, grabbing your hand. "Let's go have some fun."

The thrill and the adrenaline coursed through you as you followed him, letting him guide you through the school. Wally was always the one to get you into trouble, but you couldn't deny how much you loved it.

As you both snuck through the hallways, being very careful to avoid Rhonda, Charley, Mr. Martin, or anyone who might spot you. You both could hear the muffled sounds of chatter echoing from the field.

When you finally reached the indoor pool, Wally paused at the entrance, opening the door slowly, and scanning the room. It was empty. The sun was almost gone, and the full moon shone brightly through the roof, illuminating the pool in a way that made the entire space feel almost otherworldly.

Wally turned back to you, a grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we have the place all to ourselves."

"Good," you smiled. "Kinda wanted some alone time, y'know?"

Wally's smile grew bigger, his gaze deepening. He took a step closer to you, his eyes locked onto yours. "I was actually thinking the same thing," he said, his voice low, more intimate. There was a flicker of something between you, a feeling that had been there for a while but neither of you had ever acknowledged it. "Just you and me."

"Just you and me," you repeated slowly, the words lingering in the air between you two.

For a second, everything faded away. The pool, the school, the world—it all felt distant, like a memory. It was just you and him, standing there in the moonlit pool, the adrenaline cursing through your veins.

Wally's hand was still intertwined with yours; his touch was warm, and even though you were technically dead, you still felt alive in moments like this. His gaze never left yours as he stepped closer, his breath becoming quicker.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and something else, something deeper, though it was hard for you to place.

You met his gaze and smirked. "Dead serious."

Wally's lips curled into a grin, there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes and it made your pulse quicken. The weight of his gaze on you caused your head to spin, his presence was overwhelming. He leaned in, his voice lowering to a whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Just us?"

"Mhm," you nodded, your gaze never leaving his.

There was a subtle shift in Wally's demeanor, a possessiveness in the way he looked at you, but it wasn't the kind that felt controlling, it was the kind that made you feel like he was claiming this moment, claiming you, without saying a word. The air grew heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, you couldn't really tell if it was the adrenaline or something else, but you felt your heart pound louder in your chest.

"Yeah?" Wally repeated, a challenging tone lacing his voice, his smile never wavered. He stepped a little bit closer, closing the distance between you, his body just a fraction of an inch from yours. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension between you so strong, so thick you could almost touch it.

You tilted your head slightly, feeling the weight of his gaze, how it seemed to pierce right through you, taking in every single inch of you. His pupils were wide, dark, hungry, and the intensity of his stare made your heart race faster than before.

There was no going back now.

And honestly? You did not want to.

"Yeah," you whispered, a little breathless, words barely escaping your lips.

Just you and him, no distractions, no one to come between you two, no rules, no secrets, no limits.

Just you and him.

"So...Skinny dipping?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice now a low whisper.

This might actually be the worst idea you've ever had. You'd suggested skinny dipping as a joke, both drunk and laughing while writing the list, not actually expecting him to go forward with it.

But here you were, bodies so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the air thick, almost suffocating. His eyes so dark, filled with something you couldn't quite describe, but you knew this wasn't just about a dare anymore.

This wasn't just a game.

It was about to become something entirely different, something that could change everything, ruin everything, but... maybe, just maybe, you wanted it to.

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katiascraft · 8 months ago

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"Him" | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x bestie!reader.

Summary: Oblivious idiots to lovers. That's what Max said.

Word count: +2,7k.

Warnings: nooone just pure fluff and some language hehe. Not a native english speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author's note: AAAAAAA i loved writting this one 🥹 Dont forget to comment, like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

“You only say that because you fancy him, y/n. You can't play with me”Max said out of nowhere while talking about the whole Lando drama and his fourth championship at Danny Ric’s house. Your three have been best friends for quite some time now. Actually, you have been friends with most of the grid for a couple of years now. They were like family to you and recently, you moved countries to live and study in Monaco and be able to spend more time with your friends.

“What have you just said motherfucker?” you acted offended. Nethertheless it took you by surprise that he said such a thing when you have never talked about Lando and your feelings for him with him nor danny. But Max knew you too well to already know the whole story. Of course Danny laughen and you could feel the heat going up your face. You feel exposed so you try to cover up by drinking another sip from your glass of white wine. You thank god it was in the privacy of Danny's house and not some random bar for everyone to hear.

“Oh c’mon y/n, i think it’s pretty too obvious by now” max continued noticing the panic and surprise on your face.

“Yeah, it is obvious and cute to see how you drool, staring at him everytime he talks. And not to mention you eat him alive at races when he is all sweaty -” danny continued the torture but you stopped them both making them laugh.

“Just stop!” you said “you guys are impossible!” your face was red and anxiety took over you for a moment.you sighed defeated. “To be honest with you, yeah, I do like him. But lets be real, im nt even his type at all” you said remembering how he was kissing magui, that model he fucks now and the, kind of a situationship, in front of your fucking face the whole night a few weeks ago. “And even as impossible as it sounds, if there was an actual chance for me with him, we wouldn't work either. I'm complicated. And he doesn't see me like that. He never did. And i'm sure that won't change like ever” you added just convince yourself of everything you said. It was impossible, right? There was no chance in this universe for him to see you like that. You are so far from what he used to date. It's just an innocent crush. You’ll meet someone,right? You saw Max denying with his head.

“y/n, i know you are not the most confident human being i know but be fucking for real, you are not complicated. And everything you said it's nonsense. You are fun to be around, you make him laugh until he pisses himself, you give him his favorite things, you bake him cookies and pies, you listen to him when he is sad, you are like the bestest person next to him. And let me tell you, I have no doubts he is into you as much as you are. It's in your eyes guys. You love each other more fondly than you want to admit” he said leaving you speechless for a moment and with a mess of confusion around your head. You wanted to believe him but at the same time you can’t.

“Mic drop, sir” Danny said and they both laughed. You smiled but rolled your eyes in disbelief.

“I wish” you finally said, making Max roll his eyes.

“Two oblivious idiots, can you believe it danny?” Max said ironically and Danny followed him.

“I see it mate. It's sad. I wanna cry” he said.

“You guys are impossible." You declared to go back to your trivial talk about cats and australia barbecue.

(...)

It was a beautiful saturday. You were thankful Ria said yes to accompany you to buy a new outfit for tonight's party. Martin Garrix was in town and lando invited you all to his friend's show. Coffees in hand, you were chatting about everything and anything.

“So the plan is a sexy outfit just to impress your boy?” she teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with the idea that I like lando? As if he would care what I wear or not” you said, a little irritated. You just wanted to conquer someone else tonight to forget about all of this and move one. You knew it was impossible that Lando liked you back so why be stuck in it? You were gonna dress up and doll up and conquer whoever you may please. That was your masterplan.

“Girl, you need to relax. I say it first hand: he cares a lot fucking much. He likes you. I just know.but you two are too dumb to accept it” she said raising her shoulders.

You felt so confused once again. These were Lnados friends who knew him just like you did. First it was Max and Danny and now it is ria. You didn't want to fool yourself. And at the same time you wanted him to know for the longest time. You wanted him to notice you. And you also knew him and you knew how he is with girls and if he liked you then he would've told you by now.

“Ria, dont play with me” you begged. Concern showed in your voice. She gave you a gentle hug by your side.

“I won't ever do that to you y/n. I would never in a million years forgive myself if I did. You're my friend and I just want you to be happy. Believe me” her voice was soft and sweet. You just smile and change the subject. You didn't want to discuss this anymore. Nor did you think you could handle it.

(...)

Saturday night finally came and so did the margaritas you so dearly adore when you needed to forget reality. You were pretty tipsy by now. You met Franco Colapinto and you didn't even know he was invited but oh god he was so fun to be around. You've Been talking to him the whole night about whatever to be honest.and yeah, he looked really hot tonight by the way. You felt lucky he even looked at you and so you followed around.

You bumped into Max at the bar table after ordering yet another margarita. He looked at you a little tipsy as well.

“So you replaced lando for an argentine prince, huh?” He teased you.

“Oh shut the fuck up verstappen. Were in public” you said going back to the barman who was handing you your precious margarita drink. He rolled his eyes.

“Be careful. Lando's not happy” he said and disappeared into the people holding his vodka with red bull. Weird mix but he was loyal to his employers i guess.

You came back to where Franco was waiting for you to be back. He looked so cute under the lights in that white shirt he was wearing. And speaking of white shirt you saw Lando talking to him. You cursed yourself right there. You may or may not have ignored him the whole night. But you just couldn't face him after what all your friends said. You just didn't want to be tempted by his pretty shiny green eyes and his mouth. Oh what you'd give up just to taste his lips.

“Oh there is the missing girl,” Lando said, looking at you when you arrived and smiling nervously. The tension established between you two even Franco noticed it.

“Guess it is my turn to go to the bar. Be right back, guys” he said and left the two of you alone. You took a sip from your glass avoiding his sight.

“What's wrong with you?” he said kind of offended? Anger could be clearly heard in his voice. You sighed not knowing what to answer.

“What do you mean lando?” you decided to play the fool. You wanted to run away. His eyes were intimidating you.

“One day we watch movies together and bake cookies and the other you ignore me for several days and even flirt with another dude straight to my face?” what he just told you took you by surprise. You frowned, confused at his statement. The tension was burning your throat. He got closer and so you finally faced him. You looked at him. His face straight and his eyes dark with a little sparkle. You couldn't read what was going on inside him. Maybe he was just as confused as you were. “You look too pretty in that dress to be talking to him and not me” you could breathe his warm breath tasting tequila mixed with lemon. You swallowed hard. Your insides exploded. what was happening? He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. His touch burns your skin sending shivers down your spine. This was actually happening? Your hands were shaking. You really thought about what to tell him. A devilish smile appeared in his face when he thought he left you speechless. But you weren't ready to let him win.

“Well, for your information, I'm single and I can talk to wherever my vagina pleases so that shouldn't be none of your business. Also, why would I talk to you if you have been talking with more than one girl tonight? I'm a selective lady. What can I say” you smiled innocently.

He bit his lip. He tightened his grip around you. More possessive. More irresistible. Your innocent smile turns into a triumph smile. ”so if you dont mind i’ll keep talking to Franco and luckly fuck him. Have a good night Landito” you said provocatively leaving lando hanging into his words as you pulled away and walked away from him. His brain is malfunctioning.

And as you promised you kissed and fucked Franco Colpinto that night.

(...)

It was already the next sunday and Lando had disappeared. There was nowhere to be found. He didn't reply to your texts nor your calls. He became just dead silent. That made you feel even more confused than you already were. What did it mean what happened at the party? What were his intentions? Why didn't you kiss him? You were torn into feeling guilty and stupid at the same time. Like you had an actual chance with him but you didn't take it. And you didn't even know why. You hated yourself so much for that. How stupid.

Max, Lando's best friend, invited you over along with Pietra and Lando. You were cooking some vanilla flavored cookies with chocolate chips. The famous crumble cookies. Lando has been pretty much ignoring you. And you have been really quiet. Very unusual both ways. The tension was irritating. Max and Pietra tried to play it cool but it was very uncomfortable. When Lando came back from the bathroom, Max took him into the terrace and you stayed with pietra inside in the kitchen doing your stuff.

“Babe, what happened between you two?” she sounded genuinely worried. You sighed stressed.

“To be honest with you, I don't know. After a weird moment at the party last Saturday, he has been ust ignoring me. I didn't know if he was even alive if Max didn't invite us here. Very childish in my opinion but what can I say? I Didn't face him either.” you explained and pietra frowned her eyebrows.

“You need to talk honey. You need to tell him” she said, sobbing in your arms. You pressed your lips together looking outside through the glass door straight to lando seriously talking to max.

(...)

After the worst and most traumatic hang around with Max and Pietra - the cookies were great by the way - Lando offered to give you a ride and you said yes. Probably the worst decision of your life because the tensi could be cut by a knife and it was hard to breathe of how dense the air was inside the car. His radio was playing Jmaes Blunt ‘you’re beautiful". It was one of your favorite songs. How pretty was to you to enamour someone just by existing in the subway going to work or going back from university. You just romanticized that idea. You started mumbling the lyrics in a whisper just to not disrupt his comfort. But after a few seconds he turned off the radio and you looked at him weirded out.

“I can't do this anymore,” he said, parking his car on the side of the road. Anxiety kicked you. You licked your lips looking at your hands and he was just starting to nowhere outside his car window.

“I really like you y/n. I am in love with you in fact. And dim so stupid i realized about it when i saw you with Franco kissing. His hands touching you grossed me out. It felt wrong because that should've been me - not him” he finally looked at you. What he just said took you by surprise and you wanted to cry but holded inside. You looked back at him. The knot in your throat was unbearable.

“We are idiots,” you said, remembering what Max said to you a couple of months ago.”Because I'm in love with you. I was too afraid to tell you and ruin what he had. Losing you terrifies me. And to be honest I just thought you wouldn't even look at me that way. I never felt pretty enough for you, I don't know why” when he heard you say that last sentence his heart sank.

“I always felt you were out of my league to be honest. Please, y/n, you're gorgeous, and funny as fuck, and intelligent, and sweet and such a great person. You're almost perfect. Don't ever talk about you like that. I'm just an idiot. A normal stupid ass dude. Don't compare yourself like that ever again” he said feeling a little guilty for you to feel that way even though it was not his fault.

You gave him a soft smile nodding.”you know? I can't believe every single friend of yours told me for months that you liked me and I just couldn't believe it. How dumb I gotta be. So I'll fight the intelligent compliment of yours” you said, making him laugh.

“But let's be honest, who thinks straight when they are in love?” he said with the most precious smile and sparkly eyes looking at you so fondly. You knew you had heart eyes in your eyes.

“Fair point” you said, smiling widely. And you giggled out of nervousness. He did too.

Two kids in love. You dreamed about this day for so many years. You just hoped that it wasn't another dream because it felt like one. And without asking, Lando took you out of your self doubt and inner conversion pressing his lips into yours in the most felt kiss you have ever given. The man that you are Lando norris. You cupped his face on your hands making the kiss more intimate and passionate. A kiss you two wanted to give for so long. You said everything in that kiss. You just knew this was it. This was the start of the most exciting and magical love story. And it was yours.

It was him. It has always been him. Lando. Your best friend. Him and no one else by your side.

(...)

Your eyes filled with tears of joy. You were at the wedding of one of your best friends: max verstappen. Lando was holding your hand gently and so dearly. They were speaking their vows and everything was so emotional. You were such a sensitive soul. Lando loved that about you. So pure in emotions. So vulnerable yet so strong and brave. That was you and watching the isle,he knew it was you who was gonna be there with him when the moment came around. The bride kissed the man and you two cheered the new wife and husband of the group. You looked at Lando for a moment knowing he was the love of your life and it was gonna be you two there one day.

What you did not expect was to take in your own hands the wife’s bouquet announcing you were next in line to get married. Youcelebrated in happiness and laughter around your friends and Lando. You kissed him so fondly.

“I love you bestie” you said between his lips grabbing him by the neck, the bouquet in one of your hands.

“I love you bestie, forever” he said with heart eyes hugging you looking at you with love in every fiber of his body.

“Forever and always” you assured him.

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yeoslattes · 3 months ago

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4EVR

Genre: smut

Wc: 2.6k

Pairings: non idol alt bff!Mingi x EDM festival enthusiast bff!Reader

Summary: A festival changes everything for Mingi after being in love with his best friend for so long.

Warnings: smut, switch Mingi, switch reader, whiny Mingi, he's so needy for her, mentions of masturbation, alcohol use, weed mentions, some possessive commentary if you squint, minor plot, unprotected sex, make outs, big dick Mingi, mentions of size difference, blowjob, deep throating, cowgirl, doggy, creampie, dropping the L word, Mingi is sick in love with his bestie

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯: 4EVR by Isoknock

A/N: another drop for you guys!!!! Mingi has officially moved onto the bias line, so Im literally on a Mingi rampage rn. I just love how he's a softie at heart, I need him so bad it's not funny. Anyways, here's something short and sweet for you all, we are also so close to 400 followers so that's exciting, thank you guys <3~ Nini

The sun setting over the open field casted a golden glow on all the festival goers. Mingi sifted through the crowd following his friend group as they headed towards the main stage where they’d stay the rest of the night. He looked down at his phone, where are you? My friends and I are by the main stage rn, read the message his best friend had sent him just minutes ago. He paused for a quick second sending you a reply reading that they were almost there and to hang tight.

Being best friends but having two separate friend groups was a challenge in situations like this. Your girlfriends had different interests than you, they wanted to attend festivals to look hot and slutty while you wanted to drink, perhaps smoke a little weed and just let loose to your favorite EDM artists. Mingi’s friends were…well just boys, they loved to mosh and get down and dirty in between the heavy throngs of people. That’s where the friend groups clashed, but you hoped that at least for tonight everyone would want to stick together and have fun.

Mingi carries himself confidently, he can feel the thirsty gaze of various people lingering on him as he walks by, inflating his ego just the slightest. He sports a mesh top and blacked ripped jeans exposing the milky skin of his thighs. He has a bandana around his neck and underneath the cloth are a bunch of heavy chains decorating his neck, the same way he has stacks of bracelets on his wrists. As soon as he spots you he feels the need to shrink into himself, of course he had a crush on his best friend of over 7 years; how cliche.

It all started when you both graduated high school, you promised to attend college together which you did, that’s when you both saw each other grow in ways you hadn’t before. You both discovered your likes and dislikes, attended countless parties together which led to either you or Mingi being absolutely wasted, that’s when he realized he’d fallen for you. It was something about your spirit, your feistiness yet softness at the same time. He loved the way you contrasted him in many ways, from the colors you dressed in to your music taste; aside from the handful of artists you did share interest in. With the way you took his breath away any time you walked into the room; he was sure he loved you.

When he spots you in your skimpy iridescent festival attire, he feels his hands clam up and his heart pound in his chest. Whoever was leading his group greets your friends first, you turn around with a smile, your eyes immediately locking on his despite the sunglasses he sported. You jump and run to him, wrapping your arms around his tall frame.

“Mingi!” Your enthusiasm earning a couple of looks. Your arms lock around him and squeeze him tightly. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “Hey!” Is all he’s able to muster, as you still cling onto him. With an arm around his back you lean into his side turning towards all your friends. A few of your girlfriends are mingling with Wooyoung and the rest talk amongst each other.

“Isoknock will be on in about an hour and Martin Garrix starts in ten.” San announces, eyes trained on his phone screen as he reads the lineup schedule. You turn to look at Mingi, feeling your gaze on him, he looks down at you. You acknowledge his hand on your waist, and how nice it feels there, however, you refocus on his face, scanning his sharp features.

“Do you wanna get shots and a drink Min?” You ask in a stupidly sweet way,

“You said you drank earlier.” Mingi reminds you, brushing your hair out of your face. Jutting your lip out in a faux pout you nod, “well yes, but I’m too sober for this.” You start heading for the bar, leaving Mingi no choice but to follow you.

“Two Patron shots and two beers please.” You motion to the bartender who nods and glances at Mingi.

“You’ll pay right?” There you go again with that sickeningly sweet tone, but who was Mingi to say no to the girl of his dreams. “Of course baby, anything for you.” He teased, he can only high five himself when he sees the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Being the light weight you were, the shot really got you going, fifteen minutes into Martin Garrix’s set you could proudly say you were tipsy. The sun had now set completely, the only light source coming from the blinding stage lights. People hooted and hollered around you, the beat would build up to a drop where you’d jump up and down, really feeling the music in your body and just letting it move you. Being a casual Martin Garrix listener you knew his most popular songs, excitement filling you whenever you’d recognize the melody. Mingi roamed around you, bopping his head and moving crazily with the music all while keeping an eye on you. You looked like you were having fun and that mattered to him, mostly because you were there with him.

The crowd disperses as the set comes to an end, you randomly stumble towards the bathrooms Mingi following closely behind you.

“I have to pee, hold this please.” You say handing him the beer can and stepping into the portapotty. Mingi waits near the door making sure no one opens it, within minutes you’re out and rinsing your hands in the handwashing stations.

With the crowd getting overwhelming, you pulled Mingi towards a secluded area behind the restroom station, it was just you, him and the stars. Finally you felt like you could breathe. It was a little while until the next set so you sat down on a random bench that happened to be there.

“You okay?” He asks, “Yeah, just a bit over-stimulated, needed a little break.” He sits next to you, you both sit in comfortable silence until you get a bright idea to kill time…

“what if we kissed?” He swears he feels his heart plop into his stomach.

“W-what?” He almost gasps, and you laugh, “what? It’s not like it means anything right? Just a silly kiss.” But no, it meant alot to Mingi, but he can’t say that out loud. Despite it being your idea, your heart still hammers in your chest. You turn to face your best friend who remains frozen.

“Just a kiss Mingi?” You ask with a teasing tone, he gulps and nods wordlessly. You hook a finger under the bandana around his neck and pull him towards you. Your lips slot together, and it’s like sparks flew in that moment. A shock wave runs over your body as your lips move in perfect synchrony. The taste of beer and the remnants of his cologne wafting strongly around you invade your senses. Mingi on the other hand could not believe what was happening. His large hands grip your waist hard, sliding you closer to him, you moan slightly as the kiss gets sloppier. When you pull away, he notices your eyes glazed over and a bright smile on your lips.

“See? Just a kiss.”

He breathes heavily, his brain trying to rewire itself. You try to ignore the heat coursing through your body.

“Oh there you guys are.” San breathes out, clearly exhausted, “we’ve been looking everywhere for you two. Isoknock is on in five, let's go!” San waves you both over. You shoot Mingi a look of reassurance and pull him along with you to follow San.

Mingi had a lot of questions but given that he was here mainly for Isoknock he decided to push those questions away and enjoy the set fully. You jump and scream next to him, occasionally leaning into him and holding his hand. He could tell you hadn’t given a second thought to what had happened behind those portapotties but it was the only thing he could think of. It wasn’t just a kiss to him.

***

He had paid you and uber back home and caught a ride with San who lived in the same apartment complex. As soon as he entered the privacy of his home, he went straight for a shower where he pictured you and fisted his cock until he came all over the shower walls. The vivid feeling of your lips on his lingered like a ghost, he needed you bad.

The following week you’d ask him to hang out, he observed you for a possible shift in your demeanor. You either were hard to read or, again, hadn’t given the kiss a second thought. He was mentally battling himself until he couldn’t take it anymore. Mid game of truth or dare, which was a result of being trapped in his apartment due to heavy rain, he suddenly asks; “I dare you to kiss me.” Your brows shoot up in shock and amusement, you shrug.

“Okay Min, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.” You pull your hair in a low ponytail, and scootch closer to him. “Ready?” You ask one more time, as you lean your face towards his, Mingi nods. You press your lips on his, his plump pair parting immediately. You’re slightly taken aback, fully expecting to give him just a pop kiss. But when he pulls you in by cradling your face you’re practically almost straddling him. You deepen the kiss, as your hands hook to his shoulders, your legs coming over his so you’re fully in his lap. His large hands rest on your hips, he whimpers quietly at your weight pressing against his crotch. His hands maneuver you as you start to drag your hips on his slowly.

You pull away, your lips trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulder where you nibble and suck gently. You can feel him react under you, his body jolting slightly at all the sensations. This big man, who was deemed intimidating by a few because he wore chunky rings, bracelets, and dressed in all black was practically putty under you and you loved it. The fact that he was also your best friend didn’t matter either. Nothing could come between the bond you and your Mingi had, even if some considered this friendship ending.

Your mouth teases him until you meet his lips again, he whines and bucks his hips into your clothed cunt when you press particularly hard on him, “w-want you so bad. Please.” He whined. You smiled at his state, eyes hazy and small, lips red and parted as he breathed in heavily. You stand up from his lap, extending a hand out, you lead him into his own bedroom. It had been awhile since you’d been here, you acknowledge the dark bedding and the countless band posters that littered the walls.

He sits at the edge of the bed, legs parted as you slot yourself between them. Wasting no time you pulled your top off, you could feel Mingi’s gaze burning holes into your skin, loving the way he observed you with admiration in his gaze. His thick rimmed glasses shone under the low lighting, his bedside lamp reflecting on the lens just adding to that helpless loser look.

“Lay back baby. Be a good boy.” He nods, inching up on the bed and resting against his pillows. You tug on his sweats, his cock springing free.

“O-oh…” you mutter in shock, “you’re big.”

Mingi breathes heavily, “it’ll fit, i promise.” He whines. You take his cock into your hand, your mouth parting over the tip. Your tongue runs over the smooth skin making Mingi keen. His hips buck up at the sensitivity, that’s when you swallow him whole. The bulbous head hits the back of your throat activating your gag reflex. His hands immediately fly to your hair and you let him use you however he wanted.

“S-so good, so good to me.” He rambles on, your mouth coats him in spit, doing your best to take as much of him down as possible. This was everything Mingi ever wanted, he was in heaven. His hips buck aggressively sending a couple more inches of him down your throat, he groans loudly. “Don’t wanna c-cum. Please don’t let me, I wanna- inside you.” he pants and with an exaggerated pop that leaves him seeing stars you pull away.

“I want you to fuck me Mingi please, make me yours.” You whisper, your whole body on fire now. He nods, “I want you on top.” he sheepishly requests. Pulling your bottoms off you hover over him. One knee on each side, with a small hand you guide his slick cock, he gently prods your hole, you suck in a deep breath before sinking down. Mingi’s eyes roll to the back of his head and you wince at the stretch.

“So b-big.” he swears your voice could send him over the edge. You feel him getting antsy, his hands all over the place until they find purchase on your hips. The desperation is getting the best of him and he gently pulls you down on him, sending his entire length into you. Your face scrunches up and you collapse on him, completely unmoving for about a minute until he starts to help you move.

“I promise it’ll feel good, you just have to m-move.” He gasps the last word out. You feel absolutely heavenly around him. Your weight crushing him just right and your warm walls engulfing him tightly. The more you move on him the slicker everything gets and in no time he has you bouncing on him.

Your hands grip his knees as you lean back and fuck yourself on his cock, he groans loudly when you clench on him. His ring clad hand grips on your hips like vice only removing one to bring his thumb to your clit where he circles sending you towards your orgasm. Your walls clamp and throb around him, your orgasm washing over you in heavy waves. You gasp feeling dazed coming down to lay against him with his hard cock still buried in you. Mingi gently maneuvers you off him,

“all fours baby.” He says nudging slightly to which you oblige. He runs his hand down his cock once and lines up with you once more. His hips are fast when he slides into you. His pelvis flush to the globes of your ass. He sets a brutal pace, blundering on your cervix every time he sinks all the way in. As much as you try to keep that dominating aura over him, it falters as he fucks you stupid into the mattress. Your eyes blankly stare at walls, your vision blurring when he hits the spot. His hands hold onto the backs of your biceps, pressing you down into his mattress.

“F-finally mine. My girl is so fucking perfect.” he moans, “I’m gonna cum in you and you’re gonna take it like a good fucking girl.” he continues, hips aggressively clapping against your ass.

“I’m gonna oh fuck, oh- fuck.” he shoves his dick as far as it can go, the pressure leaving you seeing stars. Your mouth drops open as you feel his warmth feeling you all while you rub your clit aggressively getting yourself to your own orgasm. He feels your walls throb around him as you milk him deliciously. Mingi pulls away and falls next to you, gasping loudly. You on the other hand have become pure mush on his bed. He pulls your limp body into him and snuggles you tightly. After a long silence you finally say, “I didn’t know you had it for me that way Min, I should’ve known as soon as I kissed you at the festival.” You say quietly playing with his hair. “I think I’m in love with you.” He murmurs with his eyes closed, his voice muffled into your neck. There’s a pregnant pause, “I know for sure that I love you.” You whisper just as he’s dozing off to sleep.

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marauder-misprint · 1 month ago

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hellooo congrats of 1k followers !!! you’re one of my favorite writers and I wish you 1000 more followers <3 also requesting a friends to lovers w barty crouch jr with prompt "i've loved you since the day you threw a rock at me in first grade." !!

Hi and thank you ❤︎ I changed 'first grade' to 'six' because that's the age they'd be. I suppose it could've been 'first year' but it works better with six. Trust. ❤︎ I love writing fluff. Fluffy fluffy fluffy.

1,000 Followers celebration

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Good aim

Barty Crouch Jr. x Slytherin!reader

2.7k words

cw: fluff, Reader and Barty being assholes, friends to lovers

The Crouches lived down the street from you. You met Barty when you were both playing outside. He was using magic to set things on fire. You were tossing pebbles and seeing how many times they would skip before stopping. You said hi to Barty and introduced yourself. He told you his name, but that’s it. You stood next to him as he burned things for a while, until your mother called you back inside.

That was only the beginning. You would watch Barty burn things whenever you were outside together. You weren’t as good with your magic so you hit things with sticks and rocks until they broke. Barty helped you break some bigger things and once you managed to make something explode. You both giggled about it for at least ten minutes.

Your young friendship wasn’t perfect. You saw him outside before a party your parents were taking you to. You went out to say hi and to show him your dress.

“I don’t like dresses,” he said.

You scrunched your face and frowned. Your father said your dress was beautiful. You started to walk back to your house, but then you saw a decent sized rock on the road. You picked it up and hurled it at Barty. It hit him in the middle of his back. You didn’t stay to see his reaction; you ran to your parents for the party.

You were young and Barty was your friend. The thrown rock was water under the bridge by the next time you saw him. You didn’t apologize for it and he never brought it up. You were just two kids having fun outside, casually causing destruction to the neighborhood. As you got older, your friendship persisted. Eventually you got introduced to each other’s parents and you spent time at each other’s houses. You ended up getting sorted into Slytherin together at Hogwarts and that sealed it. You would be best friends forever.

“Bartemius!” you yelled, barging into the boys’ dorm during your sixth year.

“Oi! Don’t you knock?” one of Barty’s roommates, Martin Reyes, shouted as he hurriedly pulled up his pants.

“Nothing I ain’t seen before, Reyes. Where’s Barty?”

He jerked his thumb toward the bathroom. You crossed the room and rapped loudly on the door.

“Bartemius!”

“I said wait for me in the common room!” he yelled through the door.

“Got bored.” You turned around and sat on Barty’s bed.

“And you’re not going back out?” Martin asked.

“Nope. Need to light a fire under his arse.”

“What are you two getting up to now?”

“Best I don’t say. Don’t you want deniability?”

“Right,” Martin said as he grabbed his school bag. “See you in Potions then.”

Martin left the dorm and you fell backwards into Barty’s pillows. You closed your eyes, knowing you still had a little bit before Barty came out of the bathroom. You figured he woke up late. That wasn’t too uncommon for him. You hummed to yourself while you waited.

“Told you to wait in the common room,” he said when he finally opened the door.

“And I said to be ready by seven. It’s seven-twenty.” You swung your legs off the bed. “Reg’s practice only goes until eight.”

“So we have plenty of time!”

“Just grab his things and let’s go.”

Barty grabbed Regulus’ school bag and followed you out of the dorm. You found an empty classroom, which wasn’t difficult being that breakfast wasn’t over yet. You both sat down on top of one of the desks and Barty started digging through the bag.

“Anything good?” you asked, trying to look inside as well.

“Looks like the usual. Books, essays, his quill and ink… Why did we think he had anything for us in here?”

“It’s Regulus. He’s always hiding stuff from us. Gimme the essays.”

Barty handed you the various parchments and you started to scan them. Nothing. It was homework that was due later in the week.

You sighed. “We’ll need to nick these later. His Charms essay is brill. Potions is good as ever and Defense… lazily done but still better than my half-assed usual.”

“Oooh! What do we have here?” Barty pulled out a small black book from the bag. “This isn’t a textbook.”

You snatched it from Barty’s hands. He whined in protest but didn’t try to get the book back from you. You flipped through the pages, a grin spreading across your face.

“Not as good as a diary, but he’s reading poetry,” you laughed. “It’s romantic!”

“Our boy’s gone soft,” Barty groaned playfully.

You handed him the book and took the bag from his lap. You riffled through it and went through every pocket. There was a rip in the bottom, which you found odd. This was Regulus’ bag. He wouldn’t keep a ripped bag. He could have it replaced in seconds with a trip to Hogsmeade or with an owl order. You shoved your hand through the rip and found a neatly folded letter. You opened it.

“Barty. Barty. Barty!” you said, hitting the side of his arm as you read it. “REG’S GOT HIMSELF AN ADMIRER!”

“What?” Barty asked, practically falling onto your shoulder to see what you found.

“This!” You aggressively waved the letter in his face. “It’s a fucking love letter! This is so much better than poetry!”

“Who is it?”

“Dunno. No name.”

“Damn.”

“Time to go find our seeker.”

Regulus was not happy to see that you and Barty had his school bag when he walked into the Great Hall after his quidditch practice ended. He grabbed it from where it sat on the table and briefly looked through it.

“What’d you two do to it? Ink going to explode?”

“Hmm, no,” you said with an innocent look on your face. “But we’re wondering… Does anyone have a thing for you?”

If you and Barty hadn’t spent years annoying Regulus at this point, you wouldn’t have noticed the slightest tinge of pink that appeared on his ears. Your innocent look shifted into one of success as you nudged Barty’s foot under the table.

“I mean, someone must. House of Black, seeker, smart, dare I say a handsome bloke,” Barty listed off. “Right? You’d say he’s handsome?” he asked you.

You nodded. “Handsome, yes. Not my type though.”

“So, Reg, who’s your ladylove?” Barty asked, grinning.

The pink spread to his cheeks and he wouldn’t meet either of your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You sure? Mr. Lion Heart, Epitome of Art, God of the Broom, Dispeller of All Gloom?” you asked.

Pink turned into crimson.

“Assholes. You two are assholes.” Regulus grabbed an apple and stormed out of the Great Hall while you and Barty burst into fits of laughter.

“He’s going to hex you one day,” Pandora said from a few seats down.

“He’s already hexed us. It’s his love language,” you replied.

For the rest of the day, you and Barty were on the lookout for Regulus’ revenge. It usually came in the form of a painful hex. But by the time you crawled into bed that night, you were unhexed. The next day came and went, as did the next.

“He is going to get us back, right?” you asked Barty.

“Eventually. Always does. Guess he’s taking his time.”

It wasn’t like Regulus ended his friendship with you over teasing him about the love letter he had hidden in his bag. He gave you the cold shoulder for the rest of that day and then went back to normal. Still, like Barty said, he always got his revenge on you and Barty. It was a back-and-forth that you had going since third year.

Regulus had a plan. He knew something and he was going to use that knowledge in his revenge. Which might not end up actually being revenge. It could, being that there was a chance it would destroy your friendship with Barty, but Regulus had a feeling that it wouldn’t. He had to wait for the right moment to reveal what he knew.

He found you in one of the rare moments after class when you weren’t with Barty. You were in the library, trying to finish an essay for Transfiguration before you lost all ability to focus for the weekend. Regulus sat next to you. He didn’t take out anything, not even a book.

“Yes?” you asked.

“I’m not the only one with an admirer,” he said coolly.

You hummed. “I’m sure lots of people have them. Yours just happened to write you a letter with poor poetry. You should give them that book you got.”

“I know who my admirer is. A book isn’t going to help them,” he chuckled. “But, I also know who yours is.”

That got your attention. You set your quill down to prevent any rouge ink blots. You clasped your hands together in front of you and turned your head to Regulus.

“I’m listening.”

“Oh, I’m not telling you.”

“Then why tell me I have one?”

He shrugged. “Felt like something you should know. Good luck on that essay.”

Just like that, he was gone. You stared at your essay. How were you supposed to focus now? Regulus knew you would want to know who it was; he knew you wouldn’t be able to work on homework any more. It would only be a matter of time until you came back to the common room so he had to work fast.

He headed to his dorm. He needed butterbeer, firewhiskey and a small vial that contained a potion he had been saving for a special occasion. Regulus decided that occasion would be today. He cracked open one of the butterbeers and waited.

“Reeeeeguuulussssss,” Barty drawled, entering their dorm. “I’m bored.”

Subject one had arrived.

“Here,” Regulus said, tossing one of the butterbeer bottles to Barty.

He caught it and opened it. “Thanks.”

“Why aren’t you off causing trouble?” Regulus asked. He needed to make conversation until you arrived.

“Apparently, McGonagall’s essay outranks me,” Barty sighed as he sat down and put his feet up on his desk.

“Can’t get into trouble alone?”

“It’s more fun when she’s around.”

“Okay, and you can’t bother Reyes? Or Rosier, Snape, Mulciber, Avery?” Regulus asked.

“You’re trying to get rid of me after giving me a drink?”

“‘M just reminding you there are more than two other people who tolerate you.”

“I think you more than tolerate me, Black.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Crouch.”

“How come you’re not out with your secret lover?”

“We have plans for later this weekend. Not that that’s important.”

“You know who it is?” Barty gasped, jumping up from his chair. “Who?”

“Right, because I’d tell you that.”

“I’ll find out eventually.”

“You’ll find out when I want you to.”

Barty took a long swig of his butterbeer.

Their dorm door swung open with a bang, revealing you. Subject two. You glared at Regulus.

“I was trying to be productive,” you announced. You slammed the door shut behind you. “You are a complete arse, Regulus Black.”

“What’d he do?” Barty asked.

“Disrupted my studying!”

Regulus smirked. You walked past Barty to sit on his bed, grabbing a butterbeer from Regulus’ desk as you passed it.

“Sure, help yourself to one,” Regulus said dryly.

“It’s payment for making me do homework on a Saturday!”

“I’m not making you do anything.”

You waved your hand in his direction. “Technicalities.”

Barty drained the rest of his butterbeer and eyed the firewhiskey.

“Mind if I break into the good stuff, my dear and lovely friend, Reg?” Barty asked, giving him a crooked grin that said he was going to pour himself a cup whether or not he said yes.

“It’s already open.”

Barty’s grin widened. He helped himself, pouring a double, and then held the bottle in your direction, offering to pour you one. You held up your butterbeer. He nodded and took a sip before returning to his chair. Regulus watched him carefully.

“What’s with that look?” you asked Regulus.

“Huh? Nothing.”

“No, you look like you know something.”

“I know lots of things.”

“He’s not feeling particularly generous with his knowledge today,” Barty told you. “Apparently he knows who his secret admirer is and he won’t tell me.”

“He claims to know my secret admirer as well,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Barty choked on his whiskey. He gave Regulus a worried glance.

“I do know,” Regulus said with a sly smile. “Barty knows too.”

“You knew that someone fancies me and you didn’t tell me?” you gasped, tossing one of his pillows at him. “Asshole!”

“That’s correct,” Barty said, trying to school his expression. Something felt wrong in his brain, but he couldn’t identify it.

“Some best friend you are! I thought we told each other everything!” you exclaimed. Your words were accusatory but your tone was playful.

“Not everything…”

“Not everything? Bartemius, what haven’t you told me?”

“I’ve loved you since the day you threw a rock at me when we were six,” Barty blurted. The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.

You stared at Barty with wide eyes as your brain tried to process what he just said. Barty looked away from you with a bright red face and turned to Regulus.

“What did you do?” he asked him with a strained voice.

“Testing if I brewed my Veritaserum correctly. Sounds like I did,” Regulus said smugly.

You turned to Regulus. “Veritaserum?”

He nodded, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll give you two some space.”

Once he was gone, a thick silence fell over the dorm. Barty had put his cup down on the desk and leaned over his knees with his head in his hands. He had been content loving you in secret. You understood him so perfectly. You knew when the burning and destroying things was covering up something else. You listened to him rant about the pressure his father put on him to get excellent marks so he could go into the ministry like he did. You held him when his mother had a health scare. And you had been there for so long.

“Barty?” you asked softly.

Physically, he wasn’t far away. All you would have to do is stand up and take one step and you’d be right in front of him. Mentally, you knew he was spiraling. That’s what Barty did.

“Barty,” you repeated when he didn’t respond.

He still didn’t move or say anything. He was preparing himself for rejection – waiting for you to say he was just a friend, basically a brother. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you watched his body shudder with a shaky breath. You stood up and took the one step toward him. Then you crouched down to be at his eye level. You ran a gentle hand through his messy hair.

“Since we were six?” you asked. Your hand came to rest on his upper arm.

“I’m going to murder him.”

“Well, we’ll have to tell him the serum doesn’t last long,” you said with a soft laugh. “You love him too much.”

Silence.

“Barty. Since we were six?”

He nodded. His head was still in his hands. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He didn’t want to see the pity in your eyes as you tried to let him down gently.

“You know, that makes me look bad, right?”

“How so?” he grumbled.

“Since we were six?” you repeated again. “I didn’t realize I loved you until last year.”

Barty slowly looked up. His face was still bright red, but now he looked shocked rather than embarrassed and furious at Regulus.

“You… you… you love-”

“I love you, yes.” You laughed and took his hands in yours so that he couldn’t hide his face again. “It just took me a lot longer to realize it.”

“I mean, I’ve heard most people don’t throw rocks at people they like.”

“Most people don’t like having rocks thrown at them.”

“I liked how you had good aim.”

“Only you, Barty… Only you.”

Then you pressed a kiss to Barty’s cheek.

“Oi, I thought you had good aim.”

You raised your eyebrows, unsure of what he meant.

“You missed,” he said before taking his hands out of yours to grab your face and crash his lips onto yours.

You understood what he meant. You had missed.

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immortalmrwavell · 2 months ago

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A Worthy Replacement - Part 2

(Original story posted January 27th 2023) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

The second part is back! Apologies for the large gap between reposting this one and the last. Gonna attempt to get part three up a little quicker but I hope you all enjoy this one in the meantime. Have had tons of fun updating this story so far and a like to think it’s a strong upgrade from the original. Thanks again for the support everyone!

Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 3 Here! Read The Epilogue Here!

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“I-I’m… I’m Chris fucking Bumstead!!” He announced, almost not believing his own words as they spilled out in a new unfamiliar voice. The man staring back at him in the mirror was none other than the bodybuilding celebrity himself. It shouldn’t have been possible and yet somehow… it was. His rational mind scrambled for some kind of reasonable explanation but there simply wasn’t one. It was all far too real to be a dream. From the scents swirling around in the air to the way his hulking form moved in such an unfamiliar way sent his brain into a tailspin trying to comprehend it all. There was no way it could all be a work of fiction from his sleeping mind despite how impossible it seemed. Just to be sure Martin did the typical thing of pinching one of his thick arms. Nope. Still here. All that did was make him realise just how real his massive biceps were.

With the mirror still ahead of him, Martin couldn’t think of anything else to do other than inspect himself. Starting with his face. He took a few heavy steps towards the mirror to get a better look at the new adorably handsome features he now adorned. The very first thing he felt drawn too was his new beard. It was much thicker and fuller than any beard he’d been able to grow in the past. It framed his gorgeous new mug perfectly while enhancing the squareness of his jawline for an added masculinity Martin could’ve only dreamt of until now. He couldn’t help stroking his fingers through it with admiration a few times with a bewildered chuckled.

It didn’t take long however for his fingers to roam past his beard to touch the rest of his face. The sensation was hard to comprehend as he wandered the shapes and contours of his facial features. Over your life you get so accustomed to the face that you were born with that it’s difficult to imagine how someone else’s face would feel. Even the most subtle differences from the way his nose arched to the depth his eyes were mind boggling to Martin as it all defied the expectations he’d come to know. It completely threw off his sense of touch in a way that was both nauseating and exhilarating at the same time. Even the tiniest differences in his facial structure were noticeable. But through it all he couldn’t help but be distracted by those expressive new brows of his paired with those piercing teal eyes looking back at him. Eyes that usually looked so driven and motivated but right now on Martin seemed lost, confused but also intrigued with underlying lust that was fast growing.

“I can’t believe it… I… I really am him!” Martin muttered to himself, growing more and more giddy as he heard Chris’ natural Canadian accent flowing from his mouth. It was true though. By some miracle he’d become the very man that’d been the focus of countless jerk off sessions for him. Lord only knows how many loads Martin had lost over the years thinking about Chris Bumstead. And now he owned that very same face and body that millions of people would undoubtedly drop to their knees for a chance to worship. He used to dream of being one of those people bowing at Chris’ feet. Now all Martin could think about was how those massive feet belonged to him along with everything else he fantasised about running his hands and tongue over.

Speaking of, Martin couldn’t ignore the rest of his body any longer. How the hell could he? Just moments ago he’d been your average lean dude just looking to get a tad bigger at the gym. Now he was one of the few men in the world having been awarded the Mr Olympia classic physique title! Multiple times at that! He had to take a few steps back until he was almost pressed against the cubicle wall just to get a full view whole body in the mirror.

“Holy fuck… I’m massive.” As he said that last word ‘massive’ he couldn’t help but notice the new lisp he’d inherited from Chris. It was one of the many things that made that titan of a man so damn cute at the same time. Just another thing he’d have to get used to it seemed, not that he minded.

With that the very first thing he did was grab both pecs and an instant feeling of wonder rippled through body and mind as he gave them a hefty squeeze. They were so thick and full with muscle that even his new meatier hands couldn’t contain them. That didn’t stop him from trying though as he groped them both with a giddy smile on his face. To go from a relatively flat chest to having two melon sized slabs of meaty muscle jutted out in front of him was mind blowing in a way that already had his dick tingling. He still couldn’t believe just how tight the tank top fit him now either. It’d been hanging off him moments ago but now it showed off all his assets perfectly. His chest stretched out the front while his godly arms were on full display. But he needed to get a better look at what was underneath.

With one smooth motion Martin pulled the tank top up and over his head before tossing it on the bench. “Whoa…” he muttered, finally getting a proper look at the full upper body he now owned. Sure he’d seen it online before but actually seeing it in person as his own reflection was something else entirely. “I’ve got fuckin abs now as well!” He stated proudly with disbelief and a nervous smile while running a hand along them. Tracing every ridge and contour that was now etched into his skin. They were a perfect balance between tight and thick in a way that sent shivers down his spine just touching them and knowing they somehow belonged to him now.

Despite how incredible his abs were Martin couldn’t help but be drawn back to his monstrous chest. They somehow looked even more inviting that they weren’t being hidden under his tank top. Finally on full display as they rose and fell hypnotically in time with his breathing. Each pec capped off with a stiff pointed nipple that only grew more rigid in the cool air. He hefted them again and couldn’t help noting the subtly soreness in his chest, likely from Chris’ workout. Yet for some reason Martin found it oddly satisfying. Like knowing he’d achieved something. He gave them another squeeze before letting his fingers rest around the aforementioned nipples. After that it wasn’t long before Martin found himself having to stifle a deep moan while pinching those sensitive little fuckers as they sent shocks of electrifying arousal through his entire body. There was no doubt they felt better than his old nipples. He almost didn’t want to stop pinching them. They were like a lightning rod straight to his cock as a noticeable tent began forming in his shorts.

“Mmmmhh… ughhhhnn… f-fuuuckuugh…” Martin grumbled to himself as his cock began to pulse violently. He was unable to stop one hand from wandering down towards his crotch while the other remained stimulating his nipples and kneading his pecs. He ran his hand over the outline of his dick and immediately his eyes widened with shock. He pulled his hand away as he stared down at his bulge. He knew it'd changed during that whole transformation from before, he’d felt it, but actually feeling it was difficult to fathom. For some reason his brain had still been expecting the same average cock he’d always had but the outline he’d just felt was anything but average. It was girthy. Fat. It was… more eager than ever. Just looking down at the bulge was making his mouth go dry.

One half of Martin’s mind was screaming at him to just tug his shorts down and set that beast free. And he wanted to give in to that urge so damn badly! But the other side of his brain was scared. If that was even the right word. Apprehensive? Nervous to see the monster now hanging between his huge thighs. Regardless he decided to build up to it. To check out the rest of his new assets before getting to the big one.

So after giving himself a moment to compose, Martin returned his attention to the mirror before lifting up his arms and flexing them. Watching gleefully as his biceps peaked with carefully crafted strength and muscle. He could already feel himself getting drunk on the power his arms exuded as he imagined just how much weight he could life now. But as he lifted them higher, Martin began to notice something that made his eyes light up. His scent. He hadn’t noticed it as much at first as his new nose was of course more attuned to it. But with his armpits raised up, it was finally starting to hit him. That sweaty masculine scent he’d been getting high on before wasn’t just coming from the stolen clothes anymore. That gorgeous aroma… it was coming from him! That powerful musk belonged to him! It seeped from his sweaty armpits! His sweaty crotch and ass! It was all his!

Just as Martin was about to start digging his nose into his armpits in another sniffing frenzy, he heard the sounds of noisy gym bro’s storming in after finishing their own workouts. Of course part of him wanted to stay locked in here so he could explore his new body for all its worth here and now… but he figured all the background noise would inevitably ruin the experience. And so, as much as he wanted to rip off his shorts and get a look at the full package he was working with right now, he did his best to restrain himself while slipping his tank top back on.

Martin took one last look in the mirror to quickly admire his bulky legs that he hadn’t gotten a chance to worship yet before walking out of the cubicle a few minutes later. He carried his old smaller clothes under his arm, not sure what to do with them as they sure as hell wouldn’t fit him now. It was then that he remembered Chris’ gym bag. It’d been sitting next to the bench where he’d found Chris’ clothes. Perfect!

He darted around the corner towards the aisle he’d taken the bodybuilder’s clothes from and sure enough the gym bag was still sitting exactly where it’d been left. Without a second thought, Martin grabbed the bag and unzipped it to find a large set of clean regular clothes that Chris had probably been planning on changing into. That reminded him. If he had Chris’ body now… then what had happened to the real Chris Bumstead? Had he somehow vanished just for Martin to take his place? Had Chris shrunk down and transformed into Martin’s old self? Or was he completely fine and just having a shower completely unaware that he now had a twin?

If the last case were true then he didn’t wanna stick around for long. Who knows what kind of chaos would ensue if Chris came out to find his doppelgänger out here! Just in case though, he left the extra clothes and towel in the locker that Chris had seemingly left open before stuffing his own old clothes into the gym bag instead and making his way out of the gym’s locker room with haste. Rushing past all the people that gazed in his direction with awe as they recognised his famous physique.

———

Stepping out of the gym, Martin took his first deep breath of fresh air with his new lungs. He did so with a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Only question now was where to go next? It’s not like he could go to Chris’ place. For a start he didn’t even know where it was and secondly he knew the real Chris had a wife. He can’t imagine it’d take her long to figure out that something was up. After all, Martin might’ve had Chris’ body but he still didn’t know anything about his life past what he’d seen online. Right now he didn’t want the hassle of trying to fake it. That in mind the only real option was for him to head back to his apartment for now and try to keep on the down low until he was able to figure out what his next move was here.

With the gym bag slung over his massive shoulder, Martin began to march his way back home. As he did he couldn’t help but notice the difference in his stride. Naturally his larger frame made his whole stance wider which in turn gave him a bit more swagger when he walked. There was a certain confidence to the way he moved as well. Confidence that hadn’t been there before. Like he was just so sure of himself now on a subconscious level. Part of it was likely due to muscle memory but still.

It wasn’t until he was about half way home however that he started to notice a fast growing hunger in belly. At first he tried ignoring it but that soon became impossible when his stomach started growling at him. Sure he had some food at home he could shovel down to satiate his hunger but not much of it was suited to the diet this body was used to. He knew well enough that Chris treated his body like a temple for the most part. Of course he’d have some cheat meals here and there or a sweet snack once in a while but overall a top tier bodybuilder like Chris always kept on top of his eating. Making sure he was feeding his body all the right things to keep his muscles huge and strong. Of course Martin could just ignore that and eat whatever he wanted but… if he’d been gifted a body as godly as this he should at least try to take care of it as best he can right?

Thankfully there was a pretty decent shop on the way home for the huge man to stop for some healthier options than what he had stored in his cupboards. He wasn’t exactly sure what to get so he ended up using one of Chris’ own YouTube videos about what he eats in the day to get a good idea of what to look for. Before long Martin had managed to fill his basket with plenty of healthy ingredients and that would help to make a filling meal worthy of this new bulky body of his.

———

Home at last. Martin grabbed the door handle and let himself inside, bagged groceries in hand. He closed the door before turning around only to jump out of his skin in shock! Inside his apartment on the other side of his living room was a stranger that he most certainly didn’t recognise. The stranger didn’t seem the least bit surprised however as he remained sat on the couch staring at Martin with a smirk.

“W-who the hell are you!?” Martin shouted, the panic and confusion clearly visible in his tone of voice. Despite that, he sounded a hell of a lot more intimidating now as he shouted those words from this goliath of a body. And yet the stranger didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated. Amused perhaps but nothing more.

The man didn’t reply right away, instead opting to get up from his couch and take a few slow steps closer. His shoes clicked against the floor with every pace in a way that made the larger man’s heart race. He was well put together with immaculate hair and a suit that hugged his frame. Though as the stranger noticed Martin backing up a little, he chuckled and put his hands in the air as if to signal that he was harmless.

“Hey, hey. No reason to be afraid, my huge hunky friend.” He said in an almost flirtatious voice as he scanned Martin’s gargantuan form. “Look. You can just call me Wavell. I’m the one responsible for the gift bestowed upon you. Martin.” Wavell claimed, surprising Martin at the use of his real name despite looking nothing like his former self now. “Unless you’d rather me call you Chris? That is who you are now after all. Chris Bumstead. You said it yourself if I remember correctly…” Wavell added while scratching his bearded chin lazily.

“You know that I’m… wait what do you mean you’re responsible!?” Martin questioned, still unsure of the whole situation. So many queries spun around his head that Martin struggled to even process what was happening right now as he slowly paced the bag of groceries down on the ground.

Wavell rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, you know exactly what I mean. I made you into the man that you are. I’m the one that gave you the body of a multiple time Mr Olympia winner.” He laughed a little as he took a few steps closer, watching as the gears in Martin’s head turned. “And personally I think it really suits you.” Wavell’s eyes wandered Martin’s physique again, tracing over the muscle his tight gym clothes exposed.

“Wait but… this happened when I took his clothes and… his underwear started glowing…” Martin tried his best to recall exactly what happened despite it being a bit of a blur during his transformation. He just remembers… growing. So much growing.

“Yeah and who do you think enchanted that pair of underwear?” Wavell cocked an eyebrow, watching in amusement as Martin’s face turned to that of shock and disbelief. After that he went onto explain himself a little better as he did with most people he revealed himself to. Wavell explained his status as a powerful magic being that more or less possesses the abilities to bend reality to his will. Naturally it was a lot to take in for poor Martin. The now bodybuilder had to take a seat on the couch as he absorbed everything the so-called warlock was telling him. If it hadn’t been for the huge body he currently possessed, he would’ve thought Wavell was crazy. “But yeah I suppose that’s me in a nutshell. All powerful warlock… yada yada.” He concluded, shrugging his shoulders.

Martin lent back in his seat, trying not to get distracted by how much of the couch his massive body was taking up now, as he digested everything Mr Wavell told him. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say.” He muttered. In such a short amount of time he’d gone from having just a normal, yet somewhat pervy, day to now finding himself believing in actual magic! “Well… why me? What’s so special about me that you decided to give me a body that looks exactly like Chris freaking Bumstead!?” He said while gesturing down at his perfect physique, trying not to get turned on at the sight of all the muscle he now owned.

“Let’s just say I like to have a bit of fun with the men on earth.” The warlock wriggled his eyebrows slightly. “Truth be told, I’ve been a fan of Chris for quite some time. The work he put in to carve such a beautiful body is truly inspiring. The peak of what a man can achieve, some might say. That said I started to think that maybe he needed a new… gayer replacement. And you just so happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Wavell explained with a smug expression. “I even enchanted his clothes in such a way that only those who I deemed worthy would’ve been able to acknowledge the clothes. So I've got no doubt that you’re a worthy replacement.”

After soaking that in, Martin noticed something the warlock had said. “Wait? You kept saying ‘replacement’.” The cogs in his brain turned. “If I’m replacing the real Chris then… What happened to him? The real him. Where is he?” Martin asked steadily, trying to hide his growing concern.

Wavell hummed with amusement. “Oh don’t worry about him. Besides, you’re the real Chris now.” The warlock grinned devilishly. “Just think of it like… he was warming up the body for you. Getting it ready for you to take over. And now you’re its rightful owner.”

Martin was almost lost for words. “S-seriously? So you’re saying that I get to live the life of Chris Bumstead from now on? Like… forever??” The idea was both exciting as all hell and a bit scary at the same time.

“Exactly! And before you say it, yes I know you don’t have the mind and memories of the original Chris just yet. Don’t worry. With enough persuasion the original will give them up to you no doubt. I’m sure the two of you will get acquainted soon enough.”

“Wait what?? What do you mean? Where is he??”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Wavell sneered not unkindly. “Anyway the main reason I came here was to see if there was anything in the meantime I could do to help you get settled in? Besides the memories of course.”

Martin thought for a second. Off the top of his head there wasn’t a whole lot he could think of that wouldn’t be taken care of if or when he received Chris’ memories. There was pretty much only one thing that came to mind. “Could you make me single so I’m not engaged to Chris’ fiancé? Obviously I don’t really know her. Plus I’m gay sooooo…” It was something that’d crossed his mind earlier with how he didn’t really wanna have to deal with all that awkwardness.

“Honey. I have the best gaydar known to mankind. I know you’re gay.” His voice was low smooth as he gave Martin a wink. After that he simply closed his eyes as Martin looked on in awe while a purple aura glowed around the mysterious man. Then without warning a pulse of magic energy surged out of him and spread out across the planet. And with that, it was complete. “All done. Now everyone who knows Chris will think you’re single and your former fiancé is in a happy relationship with another man. I also took the liberty of erasing your former identity and transferring ownership of everything you owned as Martin to your new self as Chris. For example this apartment is now owned by Chris Bumstead alongside your new house.” Wavell explained nonchalantly as if it were no big deal.

“Well now that’s all taken care of I suppose I should be on my way.” Wavell jumped up from his seat yet again before outstretching a hand to the new bodybuilder who was still sitting on the couch processing everything that had just happened. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He reassured.

Martin, though with slight hesitation, reached out and shook Wavell’s hand. “Thank you… for all of this. This amazing body and life. How can I repay you??” Being the kind hearted person he was, Martin almost felt bad accepting such an insanely generous gift. Out of the billions of people on the planet, Wavell chose him. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“No need! The best thing you can do is enjoy that body to the fullest for me. That’s all the repayment I need.” Wavell winked and before Martin could get another word in, the warlock flicked his wrist and in a second he vanished into thin air as if he were never there to begin with…

———

Martins’ head was spinning. After everything that had gone down today, who the hell could blame him! He’d met Cbum at the gym, stole his clothes and then actually TRANSFORMED INTO HIM. Only later to find out that magic is actually real and that a reality bending wizard dude essentially gave him the life of a bodybuilding celebrity free of charge. No strings attached as far as he could tell. Sooner or later he just decided to take a deep breath and instead of worrying about the who’s, what’s and how’s to instead just enjoy what he’d been gifted.

That in mind, it wasn’t long before he soon found himself standing in front of the mirror mounted on the wardrobe in his bedroom. Just like at the gym, the mirror struggled to capture his entire reflection with how much taller and wider he was. It made everything in his apartment seem as though it’d shrunk. He was still trying to adjust. Despite that it didn’t take long for him to throw off the tank top once again to reveal his insane upper body.

He tossed both arms up into a meaty double bicep flex. It was one thing getting to see that muscle swell in the mirror but to actually feel it as well sent shivers all the way down to his cock. He’d been trying to keep that python under control ever since the gym but he’d pretty much been semi erect from the moment he finished transforming. Getting to drool over his own shirtless reflection again certainly wasn't helping his case as he brought his arms up higher to admire his thick lats and triceps. That’s when it hit him again. The delicious scent. Just like that Martin immediately remembered where he’d left off at the gym.

He wasted no time in stuffing his nose into one of his smelly armpits and inhaling the rich scent. It smelt fresh and strong, having come straight from the source, as he huffed away into bliss. “Fuck I *snifffff* actually have *sniffff* his scent! *sniffff*” Martin claimed, not having the strength to pull away from his armpits for even a second. That exact same manly aroma that he’d smelt on Chris when he walked past at the gym. The same aroma that drenched the clothes he’d stolen. The very same scent that the current classic Mr Olympia carried with him after a long hard workout. Now it belonged to Martin! It was his scent now and he fucking loved it! It wasn’t until he’d gotten a good long whiff of both pits did Martin finally pull away for a breath of fresh air. The sweat had coated his face and beard, leaving behind an echo of the aroma to continue permeating his nostrils. He could definitely get used to this.

He made sure to take a moment to worship his massive chest a little more, massaging those thick pecs as if to confirm once again that they were in fact real. He flexed them a little and watched as the muscle went from relaxed and pliable to hard as steel in an instant. He licked his lips absentmindedly at the sight, flexing his chest a few more times while grabbing dense muscle.

After all that though, Martin thought it was about time he stopped putting it off and finally got down to the real juicy stuff. His gaze drifted downwards to the tight shorts that clung to his mammoth thighs while the bulge of his fat and excited new cock had once again caused a tent to rise in the front. Between the pit smelling and the pec worshipping, the hefty bulge he was already carrying had become an intimidating outline once again that strained against his crotch. God he just wanted to see it sooo badly. He was craving it now. The sight of Chris Bunstead’s huge cock. His cock. But first he couldn’t help looking past the shorts and down towards his feet, still clad in those smelly size 13 sneakers…

With a smirk the hunk sat himself down in the bed, hearing it creak under his new weight, before gripping one of the large sneakers and steadily sliding it off his foot. He cast his mind back to how they’d been many sizes too big for him when he’d first stumbled across them in the locker room. When he first plunged his feet inside, they’d been dwarfed by shoes. But now that couldn’t have been further from the truth as he unleashed one of his socked feet at last. His mouth began to water as Martin got a full view of just how huge his feet were. He wriggled his toes inside the sweat stained socks with stars in his eyes, knowing they were easily smelly enough to stink up those sneakers even more after a good workout just like the original Chris could.

Well there was only one thing to do. In a scene reminiscent of when he’d first locked himself in the cubicle, Martin brought the sneaker up towards his face. He could already smell it. That same overpowering smell that’d short circuited his brain before, only now it smelt familiar to his new nose. That didn’t make it any less intoxicating though. He thought about savouring the moment but lost all control as soon as that sneaker drew close to his face. It wasn’t long before he was stuffing his nose into the sneaker like an animal yet again. The pungent musk perforating his nostrils and sending him into a huffing frenzy. Only this time he couldn’t help getting even hornier than before knowing that this intoxicating smell was all his! It came from his sneakers! His massive feet! Just the thought of that was making him leak precum.

Martin was so lost in the pleasure of it all that he failed to notice the soul of a certain someone beginning to stir. It began with low groans reverberating in Martin’s mind which at first he paid little attention to. He was too lost in his own euphoria to notice. That is until those groans started to form words instead.

“Ughh… What happened? Where am I?” A voice echoed around Martin. Hearing it caused Martin to suddenly halt his horny crusade yet again. “Why is it so dark? Fuck… I feel so… strange?” The voice continued, as Martin looked around to find the source. “I can’t move… ughhh what’s that smell??? And that salty taste?” The words were like thoughts bouncing around in Martin’s mind only they weren’t his own thoughts. They were foreign, almost as if someone were speaking to him via telepathy.

Confused, Martin asked the voice who or what it was. The voice seemed startled to hear him. Martin asked what the hell the voice was doing inside his head but the voice was just as clueless as he was about it all. Apparently the last thing it remembered was being in a changing room at the gym before meeting a strange man. And that’s when Martin’s eyes widened. He was slowly starting to connect the dots as the voice continued on. Especially once the voice told Martin its name. Chris. There was no mistaking it. Somehow he was speaking to the real Chris Bumstead!

“My body… I can’t even describe it. I feel so thin and… hollow? But also like I’m being filled out at the same time??” Chris struggled to explain the beyond alien sensations he was feeling. “It’s like I’m being stretched around something? Like I’m being forced to hug something that’s musky and pressing against me???” He continued, trying to stay as calm as possible but it was clear there was genuine fear in his voice. “W-what the hell is happening?!?”

Martin found himself glancing around the room. It was a natural instinct but of course he didn’t see anything despite Chris claiming they were in the same room. Apparently Chris could hear Martin’s voice out loud as well as his thoughts which meant he had to be nearby right? With a sigh the bulky man got up from the bed to try and figure this conundrum out. Only he was about to discover that the answer was far simpler than he realised.

The moment Martin stood up, Chris grunted before claiming that the thing he was being stretched around was moving. Finding the timing of it rather odd, Martin asked Chris to say something whenever he felt movement. Martin waited a moment before taking a big step and sure enough Chris alerted him. Martin tested it a few more times and every time he seemed to move his body Chris would tell him that whatever he was attached to was shifting.

All the pieces were there. So many insanely impossible pieces and yet Martin’s brain began to slowly put them together.

He’d transformed into Chris Bumstead. The original Chris had seemingly disappeared despite Martin being able to hear him right now. With that alone one would assume that perhaps Chris’ soul was sharing the body with Martin as a helpless passenger. But then why could Chris see anything? And why did he feel hollow and stretched around something? And then it clicked.

The clothes. They were the catalyst of this all. Wavell had said they were enchanted and when the transformation began it was Chris’ underwear specifically that’d glowed beforehand…

“What do you mean you transformed into me? And you took my clothes?!?” Chris questioned suddenly, having heard some of Martin’s thoughts.

“O-oh I uhmm…” Martin didn’t know how to respond, growing flustered. Instead of denying it however, he simply stepped up to the mirror yet again. With a deep breath, Martin slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts before pushing them down to his ankles. What ensued was chaos.

Suddenly it was no longer dark for Chris. He, just like Martin, was now looking right ahead at the mirror. Only there was one glaring issue. Despite seeing his own body in the reflection, he wasn’t at all in control of it. In fact he wasn’t even looking out of his own eyes! Rather his line of sight was level with his own body’s crotch instead which was disorienting as all hell. It was only then that Chris realised what he’d overheard Martin theorising in his head moments ago must’ve been true.

Somehow he’d been transformed into his own fucking underwear while some other dude sauntered around with his body!!!

As one would expect Chris began to freak the fuck out. At first praying that this was all a dream, saying that it was completely impossible. These aimless pleas were mixed with anger towards Martin as Chris accused him of being a body snatching creep. Of course Martin felt pretty bad. After all Chris was technically right. Even if it wasn’t intentional, he did steal the body Chris had worked his entire life to carve into perfection. Judging by what Mr Wavell had said however, he didn't think that crazy wizard would be willing to undo any of this. Instead, the best thing Martin could do was comfort Chris as best he could and try to convince him that it was a genuine accident.

“Accident my ass! You stole my clothes and wore them like a pervert!” Chris accused and admittedly he wasn’t wrong.

“Look I know. I’m sorry alright! Yeah I took them but I had no idea this would happen! It was this Mr Wavell dude that did all this! I swear!�� Martin pleaded. “I promise I’d reverse this if I knew how!” He added, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he believed himself with that one.

Chris was stuck on that name though. He’d heard it echo in through Martin’s mind briefly but hearing it outloud struck a chord. “Wavell? Why does that name sound so familiar?…” He wondered, stilling trying to ignore the powerful scent surrounding his fabric body that was now evidently the smell of his former sweaty balls.

Martin kicked off the shorts hanging around his ankles before sitting back down on the bed. He decided it was best to be honest and just lay everything out on the table. He started by admitting he’d been a huge fan of Chris for a long time and that he was one of Martin’s top crushes. Going on to explain how he hadn’t believed his eyes when he saw Chris at the gym earlier that day. He began to turn a deep shade of red which looked adorable on his stolen face as he admitted to stealing Chris’ clothes after finding them alone on a bench in the locker room. After that Martin tried his best to recall the bizarre transformation he underwent after putting the clothes on. Noting again how the underwear Chris now seemed to be inhabiting had glowed brightly during said transformation. Not to mention Wavell showing up at his apartment not long since.

Hearing all that was just enough to trigger some of Chris’ final memories from before waking up here. Just before he passed out there was a guy he talked to who also called himself Mr Wavell. A rather dapper man who’d used some kind of spell to bind him in place before doing some crazy magic shit. Martin was actually telling the truth.

“Oh fuck.” They both said in unison.

After taking some time to collect themselves, the pair had a long discussion on what the hell to do next. Through which it was clear Chris was trying his absolute best to keep his composure but Martin saw straight through it. They were connected now and he could feel just how panicked Chris truly was. After all he’d been reduced from a living statue a male glory to a sentient pair of underwear. Any ordinary person would’ve already lost their minds by now. But despite the underlying hysteria he was feeling, Chris managed to keep himself calm enough for them to decide on what to do in the short term. Ultimately they concluded it would be best for Martin to just live Chris’ life as normally as possible until they find a way to fix this. Thankfully Martin was able to stop himself from thinking too loudly about how the more time he spent in this body, the less he wanted to go back. As if he ever wanted to go back to begin with.

Just then another loud rumble from Martin’s stomach filled the room. Fuck he was really hungry. But he was still so damn horny as well! Knowing this, Chris told him to ignore his urges and get some damn food. Yet Martin looked down at the other sneaker he was still wearing and he just couldn’t help himself.

“Martin. Don’t you fucking dare. I heard that thought.” Chris warned but ultimately he couldn’t do a thing as he watched Martin pull off the other sneaker and press it to his nose. Witnessing this, Chris was utterly repulsed to see his own body getting turned on by the smell of his own sweaty sneakers. He couldn’t believe such a dirty perv had gotten his hands on his former body. And even worse, Chris was forced to take notice of the feeling of his own dick getting larger and stiffer by the second, stretching the front of his tight fabric body as it struggled to contain that monster.

Despite Chris’ protests, Martin continued sniffing the pungent shoe feverishly. God it was easily one of the best scents in whole fucking world! He couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of it. And weirdly enough, though he did still feel a bit bad about it, hearing Chris protes to it all only made Martin hornier. Especially when he started complaining about being able to taste his own precum as Martin’s new throbbing cock began to leak even more.

Martin had even begun caressing his dick through (Chris) his underwear, already loving the size of it and wanting to pull it out any second despite Chris telling him not to. But before he could get too excited his stomach growled once again, this time even louder. Martin threw his head back with a sigh before tossing the sneaker to the floor. “Fine, I'll stop. But only because this giant body feels like it’ll starve if I don’t eat something soon.” He grumbled, still pawing his bulge as he got up and stomped out of the bedroom with heavy footsteps.

———

The sizzling sound of delicious meat frying against a hot pan filled the tiny apartment. Crackling and popping as the chicken Martin had decided to have as part of his dinner cooked away. He stood in nothing but that same pair of sweaty white socks from the gym and the tight underwear that Chris was trapped inside. Martin’s huge, impressive muscles were on full display as he opened the lid to another pot on the stove to check on the rice he was also cooking. All the while he tried his best not to get too distracted by the beautiful sight that was his own body everytime he looked down.

Begrudgingly Chris had agreed to help Martin with his food, suggesting something easy and simple that would be hard to mess up. After all, nobody knew this huge bulky body better than him. He gave Martin instructions on how much to eat and what things to add as he watched on from his crotch height view. He was a bit short tempered with the questions Martin would ask him throughout preparation but in fairness Chris had to deal with the constant taste of his own cock and balls the whole time.

Once everything was cooked and Martin was dishing up a big meal for himself, he couldn’t help but catch the sweaty stench wafting from his pits again. He just couldn’t escape that wonderful smell, not that he’d ever want to. However, as much as he adored his natural new scent, Martin decided he should probably jump in the shower after dinner. A thought that Chris seemed to be in agreement with. There’s only so far you can take a good thing after all.

Soon after Martin found himself sitting at the table, which he now dwarfed with his size, as he stared down at the huge chicken and rice meal. Despite how hungry he felt, Martin honestly didn’t think he’d be able to get it all down. After all he’d never eaten this big of a meal as filling as chicken and rice but then again he’d never had a body this big either. Regardless it didn’t stop him from digging into the meal and savouring every last bite. As Martin shoveled spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, Chris couldn’t help but be a little annoyed with how much this random gay dude was enjoying his former body. Happily munching away while flexing randomly as if he owned it all. But ultimately there was nothing he could do other than sit and cradle his own manhood while this imposter satiated his hulking body’s hunger.

Despite his doubts Martin was actually able to finish all his food before letting out an enormous belch that verbarated through his entire body. “Ahhhhhh… that was some good shit.” Martin sighed happily while rubbing his muscled stomach. “You’ll have to teach me how to cook more stuff like that so I can keep this body fed.” He laughed while giving one of his biceps another cocky flex.

“Well it’s my body that you’ll mess up if I don’t so I don’t have much of a choice…” Chris pouted, metaphorically of course, as Martin got up from the table and did a huge stretch. After which the new hunk’s hand drifted south to give his already semi-hard cock another rub. “Hey! Hands off my dick!” Chris snapped as he felt his fabric body being pawed yet again while the hefty dick underneath pulsed giddily.

“Alright, alright sorry.” Martin apologised, taking his hand away begrudgingly.

———

Having eaten and given his dinner some time to settle, Martin at last made his way to the bathroom where he looked over at the shower gleefully. He pulled off his smelly socks only to give them each a deep satisfying sniff before tossing them to the side. After that his mind began thinking about all the things he was finally gonna do to this body as the water ran over him and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris berated, having heard the other man’s very horny and very gay thoughts just now. “Get in, wash my body, and get out.”

Martin rolled his eyes with an annoyed grumble. “Look Chris. I respect you. Really. You’re one of the most amazing celebrities on the planet in my opinion. It sucks that you’re stuck the way you are but right now this body isn’t yours.” Martin glided a hand down his hulking torso, rubbing his pecs and abs, his eyes gluing to the sight of his enormous thighs below. “It’s mine*” He claimed boldly. “So, with all due respect, I think I’ll do whatever the hell I want my body, okay?” He stood his ground firmly. “Now you’re gonna sit out here like a good pair of dirty underwear while I get to know my new assets a bit more intimately under a nice relaxing shower.” He stated with a smirk on his handsome face.

As one would imagine this was met by furious protests from Chris who shouted all kinds of empty threats. This didn’t stop Martin from pushing the sentient pair of underwear down to his ankles with a smirk though.

Instantly Martin was enthralled at the sight of his new cock. Finally unleashed from its fabric prison in all its thick veiny glory. No longer straining desperately for release as it stood at full attention between his legs, looking just as massive as the rest of his body. Martin’s mouth went dry in an instant as he stared down at it. Huge and throbbing as it pulsed hypnotically like it was beckoning to him. All while a heavy set of balls hung underneath, supplying his massive body with endless amounts of testosterone. His old cock and balls seemed tiny in comparison to these. At that moment all he could think about was how it would feel to drain the hefty nuts of Mr Olympia and shoot his premium bodybuilder seed everywhere with this perfect cock. It was so thick. So tempting. So… wait.

It’d taken Martin a while to realise due to the control his new dick had over him but the voice in his head had suddenly vanished. As of the moment he took off the underwear, he could no longer hear Chris. Confused, he picked the underwear back up. As soon as he did, Chris’ voice began echoing through his mind again only it was muffled now. It seemed as though he could only hear clearly what Chris was thinking and saying while he was actually wearing the haunted underwear. Well at least that meant he wouldn’t have an annoying voice in his head 24/7 and that this next part could be all private.

At long last he was able to see himself fully naked and needless to say he wasn’t disappointed. Not that he ever had any doubt. The bathroom mirror didn’t do him nearly enough justice but it wasn’t much of a bother when Martin could just look down and see that godly physique in a first person perspective. If anything that was even more of a turn on. He adored his new reflection of course, that much was obvious, but it was hard to even describe the level of euphoria Martin felt when looking down at himself to see these gigantic arms and pecs all his own. He was groping himself again as he stepped towards the shower. The sensation of his much longer and fatter cock bouncing between his legs with every step making him feel manlier than he ever had before.

Martin found himself almost hitting his head on the top of the shower curtain before ducking a little to get under the shower. He had no doubt he was gonna numb his head on a few more things before he fully adjusted to his new height. Moments later there was a small creak as he twisted the shower knob and with it came a downpour of steaming water that rained onto him. Immediately he felt every tense muscle in his body start to relax as the hot water gushed over every inch of his hunky form. He couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief as he rolled his back a little before running his hands through his wet hair and beard.

Part of him wanted to go slow. To work his way down to that impressive manhood he’d been itching to test out… but he’d teased himself enough today. Right away Martin wrapped a huge hand around that thick rod with a shivering groan. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Gripping a cock that wasn’t his own. One that was not only much bigger but seemingly more sensitive as well as he guided his hand back and forth along its shaft. He bit his lip softly as he worshiped it, his thoughts a flurry of all the erotic fantasies he’d once had about Chris finally becoming reality in the best way imaginable.

While his right hand had fun pumping Martin’s new and improved cock, his left hand was having a party of its own as it continued to worship the rest of his delicious muscle. Relishing the sensation of squeezing all of his wet muscle as he glistened under the water. He’d never get tired of groping his meaty, award winning pecs. Especially not when pinching at his nipples felt this damn amazing. Those rigid nuns sending shockwaves through down to his cock just like in that cubicle earlier today, causing even deeper groans to escape his mouth. Martin’s strokes became more and more furious, causing the tip of his cock to splutter a few extra drops of precum. All while he gave his left arm a string flex before kissing the massive bicep with glee. “Damn… I still can’t believe how fucking huge I am.” Martin muttered to himself with that iconic Cbum lisp. “Huge chest, huge arms, huge legs… huge dick.” He said, grinning even more at the last part.

He was jerking off so aggressively that it wasn’t long before a familiar pressure began to build. He didn’t want to blow his load just yet though so Martin built up the courage to let go of of dick for now so he could grab some soap and actually get clean. After rubbing some shampoo and conditioner into his hair and beard, Martin was quick to squeeze a helping of shower gel into his hand before rubbing it around his body. Ordinary he’d use a loofa to soap himself up but not this time. He was gonna make sure to lather the soap in every nook and cranny with his bare fingers. Going over every ridge of hard earned muscle all while his dick stayed at full mast. After getting his upper body all soaped up, he moved his hands towards his backside and made sure to lather his ass up good. He honestly hadn’t paid it enough attention since the transformation. This juicy behemoth of a muscle ass deserved a hell of a lot more worship for the beauty that it was. Just as thick and huge as everything else. Soft when relaxed and hard as steel when flexed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d give his new ass the attention it deserves in the near future…

Speaking of under-appreciated body parts, Martin’s hands finally had the chance to wander lower. Past his bubbly ass and giant cock until he reached those colossal tree trunks he now called legs. He hadn’t had a chance to properly worship them yet but planned to make up for that right here and now. He glided his hands over the hard lines that decorated his bulging hairy thighs. Flexing them as he did, causing his quads to swell with the kind of strength that could crush a pumpkin. As he touched them, Martin thought back to all the times he’d nutted all over himself imagining what it would feel like to have his head squished gently between Chris’ thighs. Now all he could think about was how many men he’d have grovelling at his feet for a chance to live out that very fantasy between his legs. But of course that didn’t stop him from bending down even further just to run his hands along those bulging calves of his, looking just as large and impressive. Though it was hard not to be distracted by his feet again when he was that low down.

After taking a good long while to run his needy hands up and down the length of his legs again and again, Martin finally stepped back under the water and got everything washed off. As much as he loved that sweaty post gym smell he had, he certainly felt a lot cleaner now as he watched the bubbles circle down the drain. However, now that was taken care of, Martin just couldn’t ignore his urges any longer.

In a matter of moments he had a gorilla grip on that fat cock of his once again. It wasn’t long before he was lustfully pumping his stolen length as his low groans began turning more into primal grunts fuelled by an innate male desire to release his seed. Of course Martin was familiar, having been a man his whole life, but now that desire felt as though it’d been dialled up to eleven! Perhaps it was part due to his new body. All the new muscle and testosterone of a professional bodybuilder enhancing his masculine needs. It was also probably because he was just obsessed with himself now. That said, Martin was surprised he’d lasted this long after walking around with the body of a living god. Getting to feel so huge in literally every physical aspect was a wet dream come true! How he’d managed to not cum in his shorts at any point due to the sheer erotica of it all was behind him.

The reason he’d been able to hold onto his load for this long was likely thanks to the incredible sexual stamina Chris’ body seemed to possess. Because that man wasn’t perfect enough apparently. Martin lasted much longer than he thought while jerking himself this rigorously but finally, after what felt like a good arm workout, his load was drawing near. His legs were spread apart as the intensity continued to ramp up. His mouth hung open a little as his eyes began to flutter. His head moved back just far enough to catch the streaming water that’d been striking his back as a soft but guttural moan escaped his lips. Right now, in this very moment, Martin’s life was absolutely perfect. And he wanted nothing more than for it to stay this way. Forever.

“Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh!” He began as more precum dripped from his cock and down the hand he was using to stroke it. “Yeahhhh… I’m Mr Olympia now…” Martin groaned to himself in ecstasy before bouncing his pecs a little. “Mmmm so big… like a fucking muscle god.” He used his free hand once again to worship his giant body for all it was worth. Meanwhile his balls began to tense until suddenly his dick couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ohhh yeah!! Fuck being Martin! I’m Chris Bumstead now!!” He claimed proudly in a horny daze as his cock let loose in an eruption the likes of which he’d never felt before. His dick was like a hose splattering thick alpha male cum all over the shower wall and floor with more force than he expected. He shot rope after rope of delicious high end semen until his fat balls were completely drained down to the last drop. All the while a big dumb grin had been plastered across that adorable bearded face of his as cum dripped down the wall.

Once the dust had settled on his orgasm, it didn’t take Martin long to lick some of his own seed up off the wall. Safe to say it tasted just as amazing as had when he’d licked it out of the underwear that same morning. Shortly after he rinsed off the shower walls and himself one last time. Martin twisted the shower knob again and stepped out. At last he felt clean, refreshed and relieved.

After a quick stretch he grabbed a towel and wrapped it gingerly around his waist before heading off back towards his bedroom. But not before picking up the original Chris who’d been forced to listen to another man enjoying what should be his body! The moment Martin grabbed Chris, he could already hear the other man’s disgusted protests over what he’d heard but Martin just laughed it off.

———

After the day he’d had, Martin found himself feeling incredibly drained and all he wanted to do now was sleep his ass off for as long as possible. It was no wonder. He’d considered putting Chris back on to sleep in but somehow he felt like he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if he had that voice in his head all night. “Sorry big guy but you’re gonna have to sleep with your new buddies tonight.” Martin said before giving the underwear a mocking sniff. “And by buddies I mean my pile of clothes over there.” He giggled before tossing the possessed underwear on top of the clothes pile across the room.

With that Martin found himself slipping under his bed covers at last. He found himself shuffling around a bit as this bed certainly wasn’t made with someone as enormous as he was now. Eventually though he managed to make himself comfortable in a position that didn’t involve his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. And with that he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into his first dream as the new Chris Bumstead.

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jjknowsball · 29 days ago

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Battle of the Blondes

Summary: Paige’s lack of interest in current events besides basketball finally catches up to her and leads to a war against a certain blonde point guard

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Word count: 1.5k

Content Warning: mentions of cheating, jealousy, Fluff towards the end.

Notes: I feel like I have not posted in a while, so here is something to hold y’all over until I post perfection chapter 3.

(Also I love when y’all give your thoughts in my inbox, it makes my whole day.😭)

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Paige could imagine one hundred different ways that she could have spent her Saturday, than being at the almost dead mall.

Don’t get her wrong, She loves a good fashion trip but it wasn’t fun when her girlfriend had already step out every time she had tried to show her something or seemed distracted with her head in her phone.

Azzi didn’t even turn to look at her when she tried to show her the new pink A’ones.

As if on cue, Azzi’s eyes lit up before turning to the blonde.

“I have to take this” Azzi announced before walking out of the exit at the front of the store. Paige groans, sitting down in a seat, and effectively giving up on showing her girlfriend anything that she was interested in.

———-

Paige almost zoned off until she had saw the brunette return in her peripheral vision. She would always feel Azzi’s presence even if she wasn’t looking for her.

One of her many Azzi Only superpowers.

There was something new about the brunette, or well someone new who was next to her.

Kate fucking Martin

Paige never told anyone this but she had always seen the other blonde as her “evil twin.” Too calm and nonchalant.

Plus ever since the DAWG camp, she hasn’t liked how close her and Azzi had become. The hug at the Ace game alone almost led to Paige putting a crack in her beloved iPad.

It hadn’t help that the contact between the two had gotten closer with the duo spending hours on the phone.

Paige didn’t understand how she was losing her and Azzi time to the girl who lived in a corn field or why Martin was currently in Connecticut.

“Hey, Paige” Kate said reaching out her hand with her same charismatic smile.

“Martin” Paige spat out, glaring at the older girl. Paige does not shake the other girls hand which cause her to stare at Paige, as if she wasn’t actively trying to take her girl. The exchange goes on for a while until Azzi breaks up the staring contest by taking both girls hands and leading them out the store.

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The tension between the two blondes never truly subsides and gets worse as the shopping trip continued. Between the extreme clinginess that was even to much for Paige and Martin who was growing frustrated at the other blond’s antics. Azzi was at her wit ends.

“I’m hunger” Azzi announces after the first three stores, hoping to end the feud between the two girls by talking about something else.

Paige in an attempt to gain her good girlfriend points, started to direct Azzi towards the frozen yogurt shop where she knows that they have all of her favorite flavors and toppings.

This is until the other blonde opens her mouth

“Pretzels on me” Kate says, and Azzi is already following her, mind set from the aroma that the stand was producing.

Paige is seething as she feels like everything she tries to do the blonde tries to one up her, but in order to keep the peace, she takes the cinnamon pretzel from the other girl and shoves it down with her pride.

This is definitely War.

Martin wasn’t going to make her feel like a bitch in front of her own girlfriend.

———-

Paige tries to keep up with the other two girls but they were on a completely different wavelength.

They had bounced from store to store and were brainstorming so fast that it made Paige’s brain spin.

She eventually gave up on keep track of the duo, deciding that she deserved a much needed break at the Lego store.

Only once she walked in the store all Paige could think about was Azzi. How she would like the new line of frozen set, how they could make themselves into legos, how Azzi would explain that there was a difference between the two pink legos shades ( which Paige disagreed with.)

Feeling completely defeated, Paige grabbed the frozen set and race car before checking out and walking out of the store.

When she finally found Azzi, her heart had dropped for the third time today. The duo was in a high-end jewelry store, and there was an assortment of rings on the counter. Both girls looked at each with eyes full of excitement. The worse part was watching how happy Azzi was looking at all the rings and how smug Kate had looked as if she had already won.

Azzi had noticed Paige standing there and tried to signal her over, but Paige had felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her from Kate Martin metaphorically dunking on her.

She waved the younger off planning to spend the rest of the trip in food court which was better than being a third wheel to whatever this was.

———

Paige had felt as if she was losing in the fourth quarter of the most important game of her life.

She watches as Azzi helps Kate hide the jewelry bag before another girl appears. She hugs both Kate and the mysterious girl before turning around to face the table that Paige was at.

She fully expected the younger girl to approach the table and break up with her before running off in the sunset with Kate and the mysterious other blonde, leaving her out to dry.

Instead she was meet with a softer Azzi who took one of Paige’s headphones out that was playing a round of the NBA finals.

“What’s your problem” Azzi asked worried about her girlfriend’s current behavior “ You have been sulking all day.”

“Why don’t you go ask Martin” Paige mocked, throwing her hands up in exaggeration. “ You seem to be more worried about her issues than mine”

Paige knows that she is being childish but she is beyond hurt and the fabricated reality her mind is making up isn’t helping her case.

“Drop the attitude and tell me what your problem is” Azzi demanded, not liking when the blonde got in this mood or when they fought._

And like a golden retriever being reprimanded, she did what she was told

“I don’t like how close you and Martin have gotten” Paige pouted as she slouched in her seat picking at the Chinese food she had ordered “ You can tell me if you are cheating with her, or something”

The statement causes Azzi to stops eating her salad to observe the blonde before bursting out into laughter. Tears started to well in the brunette’s eyes as she doubles over at the blondes hissy fits.

“This is not funny” Paige commented, glaring in disgust that her girlfriend would find this a laughing matter.

“Babe ,she has a girlfriend, who she loves very much, who this whole trip is about” Azzi offered as confirmation

“Martin has a girlfriend?”Paige questioned.

“Yes, and she wanted me to help her with find gifts and a ring to ask her girlfriend to become her fiance. We didn’t tell you because we know you couldn’t handle the surprise and might of spoiled it once she got here” Azzi added on, before jokingly kicking the blonde under the table “I can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you”

“How was I supposed to know” the blonde defended herself before letting out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding. Her body reacting on its own when it came to Azzi.

“For someone who is on their iPad an awful lot, you sure don’t make good use of it.” Azzi commented as she cupped the older girls jaw, offering a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s go home and watch the last episode of white locus and build those Lego I know you bought”

And Paige can’t argue with that

———-

It isn’t until later that night when the two girls are intertwined with each other in Paige’s dorm, that Azzi brings up the events of the day.

“The way she is going to propose is so cute” Azzi admired.

“The way I will do it will be ten times better” Paige proclaimed. “I will have it at your grandparents do-“

Paige is cut off by Azzi placing a finger to her lips to silence her.

“You’re not supposed to tell me, it supposed to be a surprised” Azzi giggled into the side of the older girl.

Both girls fell into a natural silence at the mention of marriage. It was something they both had wanted but were too scared to talk about. Paige had found it comforting that it was something that the other girl thought about too.

Paige’s train of thought is interrupted when Azzi turns to face her before placing a kiss on her lips. The brunette sits up before saying.

“I still can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you with Kate Martin” Azzi said, voice coated with fake hurt.

“I always thought she was your favorite blonde” Paige joked, rubbing the younger girls back.

“If it is between you and her, I would always pick you” Azzi reaffirms softly, before drifting off to sleep.

In Paige’s head that means she won by a gazillion points .

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(The next morning, She made sure to login to instagram to like the older girls proposal instagram post, before dm “truce?” to which the other girl laughed )

#azzi fudd #paige x azzi #paige bueckers #women’s basketball #uconn wbb #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #pazzi fics #pazzi #wlw post

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screwitbaby · 6 months ago

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naive

hamzahthefantastic x reader (fic)

day 4/7

[part 5]

summary: part 4 of my short story naive! the four of you go to the club and while the couple are still fighting, you and hamzah act on your feelings a lil more. but it can only go so well for so long…

contains: SFW content, some kissing and touchy touchy ;)

w/c: 2.5k-ish

a/n: i couldn’t let you guys go into the new year without updating this story. im the worst but tysm for the support yall are so sweet i could cry xxxx enjoy!!!<3 read the a/n at the end if u care to know more

The couple's bad mood was not simply slept off and it's ruining your vibe.

You and Mandy are getting ready in their en suite bathroom while Hamzah and Martin speak in hushed tones in the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, and every so often you look at the space over your shoulder in the mirror and make eye contact with Martin from the bed. He looks away immediately, not at all subtle. It's like a game at this point, seeing how many times you can catch him in the act.

"Is he gonna do this all night," you mumble, applying your mascara after yet another match of eye-tag.

"We could just close the door," Mandy offers. She pays no mind to the childish behavior behind you, straightening her hair without sparing him a single glance.

"You're so right," you say and get up to shut it yourself.

Once your makeup is pretty much done, you decide to start getting dressed. You turn the music on her speaker up and give yourself a once-over in the mirror, holding different outfits beside your body to see what you want to wear for the night.

"I don't know what to wear. Wanna match?" you ask, placing your chin on top of her head to stop her movements. She nearly clamps your neck with the straightener. "Hey!"

"Sure," she laughs. "Grab my suitcase, please."

You put your clothes back down and step out of the bathroom to bring her suitcase in. You shimmy it out of its place by the TV stand, not missing the way the boys go completely silent until you're gone.

"Top zipper, the satin blue dress," Mandy instructs.

You hand it to her and sit by your own bag of clothes to rummage through it. You find a top and skirt set in a similar baby blue color then hold it up for her to see.

"Yes, no, yes?"

"Yes, definitely."

You apply your lip combo and take a few silly photos in the mirror with Mandy, your made up faces clashing with your baggy tees. One of the better photos are posted on your Instagram story for fun. When you finally get changed—you guys had a dance break to some y2k club classics—you put your heels on and realize you need a little pregame.

When you walk into the bedroom this time, the boys are leaned against the headboard and on their phones, mindlessly scrolling. You go by Martin's side of the bed and poke him repeatedly until he looks up.

"Do you happen to have the penjamin on you?"

"That depends," he says, putting his hand in his pocket. "What's the magic word?"

You roll your eyes. "Please?"

He pulls the little device out of his pocket and presents it to you in his palm. When you go to grab it, he makes a fist and holds it above his head.

"Please who?"

"I'm not calling you Daddy," you scoff, prying his fingers open and snatching the pen from his grasp. He barely puts up a fight. "That's Hamzah's job."

At the mention of his name, Hamzah looks up and seems like he's about to say something to retaliate but freezes. His gaze drags down your figure and you blush.

"Maybe it's not his job," Martin says smugly, "since you made him speechless."

Hamzah snaps out of it and elbows his friend in the side.

“It would be your girlfriend's job if you weren't being petty right now."

You wince at the sullen expression that washes over Martin's face.

"Right."

All you can do is watch as he clambers off the bed and walks out of the room. You lean against the wall and slide the balcony door open with a sigh.

"He can't seriously be that mad," Hamzah says. "I was kidding."

"He can dish it, but he can't take it," you say, too used to his behavior. "And he's extra sensitive right now, so."

"Well, they better not ruin our night with that stuff." Hamzah crosses his arms.

"I won't let them."

"Yeah?" Hamzah snorts. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Um." You take a hit and blow the smoke outside. "I'll think of something if I need to step in."

Hamzah laughs at your empty threat and you smile. You take another hit before offering the dab pen to him.

"I have a feeling I should be sober for tonight."

"Boring," you sing out. "It'll be fine. C'mon, feel my peer pressure."

You wiggle your fingers at him and he shakes his head, laughing lightly. When he silently puts his hand out a few seconds later, you cheer. The room fills with the loud music from Mandy's speaker as he takes his first hit.

"So," you begin, already feeling slightly heady. "What were you guys whispering about earlier?"

"I shouldn't say."

"Really?"

He nods. "It was partly about their fight. Partly the trip. And you."

"Me?" You point at yourself with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I can't divulge the details."

"That's bullshit."

"I never ask what you guys say about me."

"Hey—I don't—what?" you stutter, unable to come up with a defense.

"C'mon," he says, tilting his head. "I'm not that oblivious."

Your eyes narrow. You've never once considered that this cupid thing Martin was pulling on you could have gone both ways. You don't know if you're relieved for him stepping in to push his friend closer to you, or annoyed that he's even meddling in this whole thing. It makes you wonder if Martin knows what happened by the time he and Mandy returned to the beach last night.

"Speaking of details." You clear your throat. "Do you even know what club we're going to?"

Your attempt at changing the topic is weak, but as per usual, Hamzah rolls with it to save you any embarrassment.

"No clue. Martin keeps his trip itinerary locked in his notes."

The conversation devolves into a bunch of what if's about the night and jokes that are only funny because you guys are high. When Mandy finally comes to join and sees the state of you two, you offer her a hit.

"What? No drinks?" She frowns.

"Hotel alcohol is like twenty bucks a pop! This is the next best thing."

"Ugh, fine. Give it."

With the three of you thoroughly blitzed, you collect Martin from the living room couch and make your way out of the hotel. He doesn't speak for a majority of the walk, and you think that's the longest you've ever heard him be quiet in a group setting.

Despite it being nearly 10 P.M., the air is pretty humid and forgiving on your exposed skin. The other thing about it being so late already, is that the club is absolutely chock-full of people when you enter. The dance floor of strangers are nearly toe to toe in proximity, and you wrap your arm with Mandy's to avoid getting separated in the crowd. The boys immediately beeline to the bar for drinks, but you don't let that stop your journey. You maneuver your way to the front of the stage and only let go of each other once you've found a bit of space to dance in.

The DJ nods at the two of you and you turn to raise your eyebrows suggestively at Mandy, who pushes your shoulder and continues dancing. You get lost in the beat, swaying and bouncing with the vibrations traveling through your limbs. The strobe lights illuminate your sweaty skin and you swear the energy in the room has you feeling higher. You begin grinding on each other and throw your heads back to laugh, trying to catch your breaths in between a multitude of bodies.

"Hey!" Mandy places her arms around your shoulders to catch your attention and you take it as a sign to grind on her. "I'm going to grab drinks.”

"No!" You turn and put your hands over hers. "Don't go!"

"I'll be right back!" She grins and squeezes you before letting go to disappear into the crowd.

Alone, you turn back to the stage and throw your hands in the air. You close your eyes for a moment, the pounding beats making a home in your brain. You're sure your ears will be ringing when you leave.

You wonder if Martin's drunk himself into a coma yet and knowing him, you know how easy that could be. You only hope this outing tonight doesn't make him do anything he regrets. Then you remember he’s a twenty-five year old man and you’re worrying about him while you’re supposed to be having fun. So, you shut your brain off and let the beat carry you.

When Mandy's back, she has two drinks in hand and Hamzah in tow. She hands you a cocktail and you graciously sip from your first alcoholic drink of the night.

"Where's Martin?" you ask.

"Bar!" she shouts over the music.

You shake your head. "Make up and make out already!"

She jabs your side and you giggle, swatting her hand away. Hamzah's doing something reminiscent of a frat flick, looking slightly out of it. You assume he's already done some shots and is way more intoxicated. So, being an empath, you finish your drink to get closer to his level. When you're done, you hand the empty cup to Mandy and wink at her. Your hand envelops Hamzah's and you pull him deeper in the crowd so you can dance together.

"I don't—I can't dance," he complains, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"C'mon, it's easy!"

You begin by swaying your hips, raising his hand in yours to guide him into a rhythm. He tries to follow along, shuffling around like a newborn deer. It's a funny sight, but you don't want him to stop if you tease him, so you bite back your amused smile. He slowly gets less self-conscious and continues on in his own way with the flow of the music, even twirling you around once or twice, laughing all the way as you narrowly avoid knocking into people. His eyes never leave you, like he's constantly thinking of his next move to impress you.

After letting him freestyle some more, you pull him close and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He falters at the change in pace and his hands fall at your hips. Your hands rest at the nape of his neck and he shivers at the way your fingertips grace his skin. The rapid strobe lights nearly blind you, but you hold eye contact.

"Was that so bad?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Yes," he says sarcastically. "I hate dancing."

"But I like your dancing."

You sway with him, careful not to step on his toes in your heels. Close up, you can nearly feel his breath on your face. You take a moment to admire his eyelashes and the way his eyes are slightly bloodshot, willing him to break the eye contact. He leans in closer.

"I like your dancing more."

You can't help but grin. His expression mimics yours.

"Yeah, well," you start, bringing your thumb up to trace the side of his jaw, "I like you."

He ducks down and captures your lips in a kiss. It takes you by surprise. You hadn't spoken a word about your kiss since last night, and you were beginning to think you made a mistake by acting on your impulses. Evidently, he doesn't seem to mind it as much as you'd worried.

The tip of his nose presses against your cheek as he shifts his head to deepen the kiss. Though the room is warm, this makes you hotter than any amount of dancing could've done. His palms squeeze your hips and your fingers rise to play with his curls. They're soft to the touch, just as you suspected. You tug lightly as the kiss gets more insatiable.

"Ouch," he mumbles against your lips, barely loud enough to hear. You snicker and tug it again, making him pull away. "I said ouch."

"I know," you laugh out. "Sorry."

"That funny?" he questions. You nod, grinning at his playful irritation. "See how you like it."

His hand trails up your back until his fingers are at your scalp and he gently pulls on your roots. Your head moves back with his action and your lips part, exhaling a shaky breath. His eyes widen. He does it again. You reach up to kiss him again.

It's hotter this time, in both senses of the word. Your skin goes alight with a blaze even the coldest shower couldn't reduce. You drape your wrists over his shoulders, your beaded bracelet pressing into him the same way his is imprinting into the sliver of bare skin below your top.

Realizing you’re standing in place in the midst of a lively dance floor, you break from the kiss and turn so your back is against his front. You pull his arms around your shoulders and sway, deliberately pressing yourself against him. You enjoy hearing the way his breath hitches next to your ear, always needing to find a new way to tease him. You know if you could have it your way without seeming too desperate too soon, you’d be doing more than just dancing.

“I like you, too,” he says, clutching you closer to him. “I forgot to say.”

You turn your head and nearly kiss his cheek because of how cute he is. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“And I really like your dancing.”

His suggestive words spur you into grinding on him more, anything to get a reaction out of him, and it works every time. The two of you keep going this way until your thighs are burning and you’re out of breath. If it weren’t for the visual reminder, you would’ve forgotten that you came here with other people.

A couple feet away, you spot two familiar heads weeding through the crowd and slowly drawing nearer. You step away from Hamzah, who looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Before you can explain yourself, you come face-to-face with Mandy. Martin stops a bit away.

“Can we leave?” she rushes out.

Her mascara is running and her nose is red. Martin looks disgruntled, his eyes never staying in one place as he scans through the crowd. You grab her hand and nod. The four of you spot the nearest exit and leave promptly.

“What happened?” you ask once you’re out in the open. “Are you okay?”

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” Her eyes stay on the ground.

Your heart drops. “Of course.”

The walk back to the hotel is uneasy and fast-paced. The boys walk behind the two of you and you can hear Martin’s one word answers to everything Hamzah says to him. Your heels click and clack, barely providing a distraction from the hundreds of questions swarming your mind.

a/n: ooo we’re getting angsty. im so sorry this took so long and if u feel that it wasn’t worth the wait, the truth is ive been so sick recently like never before in my life and i haven’t felt a lick of motivation to write. ive had to rewrite these chapters so many times that its actually affecting me mentally because i wanna make u guys happy while actually enjoying writing. i promise u won’t have to wait this long ever again, but doing this story is making me realize i prefer writing short form stuff way more than stories like this because it’s simply less stress and fits my writing style more. thanks again for all the support and kind words, u guys have really warmed my heart and i hope u know that even tho this is fanfiction and it may seem silly, it’s really a labor of love and im so grateful that u actually like what i put out there. im so so so touched and i rlly love u guys, even if i don’t know u. parasocial virtual hugs to u all xoxoxo tysm. <3

#hamzahthefantastic #slushy noobz #hamzah fic #hamzah x reader #slushy virus #hamzahsmut #hamzahthefanatasticxreader #hamzah angst #hamzah fluff #martin and hamzah #hamzah x y/n #hamzah imagines #slushynoobs

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sweetbans29 · 5 months ago

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Back to You (1) - CC Series

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: The breakup.

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Back to You Masterlist & Sweetbans Masterlist

Hi hi! I know it has been a long while and I can't say I am back forever but I am back for now and I feel like that is something we both have been wanting. I can't promise fast but if you hand in there, I think this series will be worth it. Love you all!

"Cait, what do you mean?" You say as you look your girlfriend dead in the eyes. Well, I guess your ex-girlfriend now. She looks away from you, looking down to her fidgeting hands.

The two of you have been dating for 3 years. Technically 2 years, 11 months and 26 days. You are days away from your 3 year anniversary.

"Caitlin, what do you mean?" You ask again, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"I mean exactly what I said," she says almost inaudibly. Her eyes still locked on her hands as the words come out sounding like a mistake, like they aren't even her words to begin with.

You scoff and turn around, bringing your hands to your head. You begin to pace and try to think of any sort of indication this was on the horizon.

The thing is, your relationship with Caitlin has never been conventional. For starters, if you were to ask anyone on campus, they would tell you that Caitlin is dating Connor McCaffery. If you were to ask the world, they would say she is happily in a relationship with Connor whether they agreed with it or not. Her manager thought it would be a good publicity move. Not that you had any say in the matter. It didn't matter to you - you had Caitlin and that was everything.

Another thing about your relationship is that only a select few knew about it. Her manager being one of them. Connor, of course. Your parents and your mutual best friend, Kate Martin.

Her team didn't know. Neither of your friend groups knew. She even went so far as keeping you from her parents which was always a sore point in your relationship. You didn't need the world to know but the two of you had many discussions around telling her parents.

You knew going into this relationship that she wanted to keep in hidden. You had fallen so hard for the girl that nothing mattered expect being with her. So you put your pride aside and told her it didn't matter and you meant it. Nothing mattered except being with her. The secrecy. The cover-up boyfriend. The closed doors. None of it mattered because when it was the two of you - it was right. It was good. She's your everything.

"What she means is that we are no longer faking it," Connor says with a smirk.

You lift your left hand and flip him off. You hear him laugh.

"Caitlin," you begin, trying to focus solely on her.

"Are you deaf?" Connor says. "It's over. You're finished."

"Con, maybe you should go," Caitlin says, wanting to explain what is actually going on. "I got this."

"Clearly you don't," he says as he steps in between you and her. "Look, you two had your fun but Caitlin came to her senses and she has chosen me. You were a fun experiment for the time being but she doesn't swing that way."

You can physically feel the steam coming out of your ears as you breath deeper trying to compose yourself enough to not rip his head off. You see Caitlin put a hand on his shoulder. Your eyes close.

"Don't make this harder on yourself than it needs to be," Connor says.

"I need to hear her say it," you say through gritted teeth, eyes still closed. Your head fogs, as if opening your eyes would wake you from this nightmare. "I need her to say it."

You hear the shake in Caitlin's breath as she inhales, ready to speak. After a moment, nothing comes out. Her words caught in her throat.

Connor turns to her and holds her shoulders, "I got this babe, if she is making you uncomfortable, you can wait in the car."

Little to his knowledge, that is the last thing Caitlin wants.

"Connor, can you give us a minute please?" Caitlin says, finally bringing her eyes to you.

"Just make it fast," Connor says, annoyance in his tone. He kisses the top of Caitlin's head and walks away from where the two of you are standing by your car.

No amount of fresh air seems to be enough in this moment.

You look at her, waiting for her to say something. Anything, at this point.

Her eyes grace over you, stopping at your lips and you feel like you can see her take a the slightest of inhales. Your lips were always one of her favorite spots.

Caitlin's hand twitches and the one one thing she wants to do she can't, not with what is happening the next few months that will launch her career in the W.

You close your eyes again, you can't get your mind to stop spinning.

Caitlin brings her hand up, close enough to touch your face but she hesitates. You feel her presence and hold your breath. Waiting - hoping for her to show any signs that this isn't happening.

She brings her hand back down to her side and fists her shirt to keep herself from caving.

You wait for her to speak and after a few minutes of silence you decide to break it.

"Was any of it real?" You ask. You have never doubted Caitlin before and you really don't know why you are doubting her now but with the things Connor said and hearing her start this whole avalanche has you questioning everything.

"That's not fair," Caitlin says, getting defensive that you would even think that. "Of course it was real."

Your eyes flash open.

"Not fair? Not FAIR?" You seethe. "What's not fair is the fact that I have loved you for the past 3 years and the only person to know about it was your media boy toy. I have given you all of me, everything I have to give and I was okay doing it all under your terms, your conditions. I have been nothing but willing Cait. So much so that I was willing to hide us from the people YOU love most. Never rushing you. When did we go from packing for our 3 year anniversary to here? And you have the audacity to say it’s not fair when I ask if it’s been real. How am I suppose to believe that it’s been real when I’ve been hidden for all this time?”

You take a step towards her and she takes a step back. If nothing up to this point broke your heart - that little step did. You realized in that moment that there was nothing you could say, definitely nothing you could do to take back this moment. Take back her decision.

You nod, heart finally shattering into the millions of pieces you have been trying to hold together. You take a step back. Then another.

Caitlin realizes that this is your surrender. She panics and begins to take step forward but stops. This is already hard enough without explaining why she is doing this, not that she could thanks to the contract she signed with her manager.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, as if those two words would somehow make this all a little better.

It doesn't.

You turn around, refusing to let your tears spill in front of her. You don't hear her walk away but you wish she would. You can only hold it together for so much longer.

Your breathing becomes shallow, as you throat beings to close. You let out a single sob before throwing your hand over your mouth as you wrap your other arm around your stomach. Providing little to no comfort for yourself.

Caitlin's hand comes up to your shoulder, giving it the lightest touch. Similar to the one she gave Connor not 15 minutes ago. You shrug her off and compose yourself.

"No, Caitlin. I'm the the one who's sorry," you choke out. "I'm sorry I wasn't enough."

You open your car door, get in, and drive away - leaving who you thought would be your future, in the past.

AN - I have been thinking about this series for a whole 12 hours before I started to write it lol. I don't know how long it will be but I can tell you this is only the beginning. Buckle up. Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark imagine #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark masterlist

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nerdyramennoodle · 1 year ago

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Finished TMA, I know I rarely post but here's a WIP </3

Also here's my ratings and some thoughts I had...

💥SPOILERS💥

S1 8/10

Some of the best statements, slow start and wish we had more time with Sasha and Tim bc of how much we get later on, amazing finale episodes and the second half really picks up by the end I was captivated.

S2 9/10

Amazing starting to learn more lore, loved paranoid Jon and all the Martin stuff we get, the tunnel stuff was actually terrifying and this season really had a great motif with the supplementals idk wether to call this season one of the scariest or funniest. Also Daisy Basira and Melanie slowly becoming more relevant is amazing I love them so much! Also the pay off with Not!Sasha attacking Jon and the Elias reveal is amazing!

S3 10/10

Probably my favorite because of how many gems you get, Episode 100 being hilarious, Michael's backstory, learning Martin and Tim's reasons for getting the job, Tim's connection to the Stranger who has been built up as one of my favorite villians and being personified through Nikola AAHAHH I love this season sm. MY GIRL MELANIE getting so much more time, OMG and the trips Jon goes on to discover more about his connection to the Eye and all the different avatars! Ugh I could gush about this season for hours. The perfect mix of spooky and lore and funny with a tragic ending.

S4 9/10

Still amazing but is docked a point because of how much less Martin and Melanie time you get, also I've never been a fan of the coma trope and was getting skeptical at the beginning but it pays off alot, I love how much Daisy and Basira get here and how much Jon really changes, loosing Tim and essentially loosing Martin is really interesting for his charcter growth and this is the season you can really feel it and SEE it and it also sets up his hero complex he gets for next season, loosing Sasha and Tim really has an important effect on his character. Also they make it so believable how Jon starts to realize he has feelings for Martin and how much he misses him and all the moments you get of him mourning the friendship they had gotten in s3. It's a lot to explore and as much as I was skeptical at first the pay off with Jon changing sm and THE FINALE!! is really worth it. This season also has my personal favorite Finale of all the seasons.

S5 9.5/10

I won't write too much about s5 because I'm still digesting it bc it's alot, but I loved it! The way Jon and Martin's interactions are so realistic and fun to hear, and the impending doom, that you realize half way though, that one or both of them may die is crushing but great. This season also has more scary statments that didnt affect me as much in s4 more like s2 and 3 again. Also love all the stuff the girlies get, and along with s3 hurting my soul so much this season managed to bring me to tears twice, with Daisy, Jon and Martin RIP </3

Overall I love this series so much and I loved listening to it I might listen to protocol now but I need a small break ugh...

📼👁🦷🦴🫀🕸🐈‍⬛☁️

#fanart #tma #tma podcast #jonmartin #jon magnus archives #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #asexual

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slytherinshua · 8 days ago

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ıllı　NCT WISH AS F2 DRIVERS　( 엔시티 위시 )

genre headcanons , non-romantic (no y/n) , f2 driver!nct wish cw slight profanity in some?? , i don't actually watch f2 so there may be some SLIGHT innacuracies, if so i am very sorry </3 , not proofread wc 1508 request no note i had the time of my LIFE writing this oml this was so fun and cute and i'm screaming wishies in f2!!!!!!!! ughhh they're adorable. @hhaechansmoless ik we talked abt this idea before i'm so glad i could write it skdjks net @kstrucknet @neocity-net

OH SION ﾐ 오시온

was probably the f3 champion or at least runner up

gets signed to a popular team like prema, and is probably destined for ferrari

it’s seriously only a matter of time before he’s their next golden boy, certain to win some of those italian grand prixs

like he would look so good in the red gear, and everyone is always talking about him for his skills on track

he doesn’t do too hot in the f2 championship, but he’d have his own ollie bearman moment and be a reserve driver for one of the f1 teams during the year

he does well under pressure, so he basically secures his seat during that drive

everyone is talking about him and only him for weeks, and he’s getting offers from almost every team who is looking to sign a rookie the next year

the other f2 drivers who did better than him in that championship are jealous they couldn’t have their moment like he did

but ultimately he does deserve the seat, even though he didn’t have the best season

he’s a young, talented driver, and he’d definitely quickly become a fan favourite

both from the promo videos at prema, but i could also see him posting race behind vlogs and stuff like that very early on (from f3 days)

fans get to know his personality and love him for his shy cute self off track, but focused precise driving on track

MAEDA RIKU ﾐ前田陸

riku is the type of f2 driver that’s been there for a season or two, still waiting for his call for an f1 seat

everyone in the paddock knows him and loves him

the newer f2 drivers are a bit intimidated by him, because he has won many races before and is more experienced

but he’s so nice to everyone there, truly an alex albon type of guy

jokes around with the younger drivers and doesn’t hold back to give advice if they ask for it

he’s also the first person to check up on someone after a race if they had a crash or anything

he has some cute radio messages, and is super close with his race engineer

would definitely have a kimi antonelli esque race engineer therapy video

and if he were ever to film behind the scenes stuff for the team or just personal, he would always feature his trainer, race engineers, and mechanics

he’s truly just the sunshine on the paddock, you could never hate him

even his top rivals in a season can’t seem to hate him

he can make some risky moves on track to fight for the championship, but he’s never one to drive unfairly

he’s also a beast during qualifying, which secures him a position in the top 3 for the starting grid nearly every weekend

his experience comes in handy for sure, but he’s practically been this good since debut

once he finally gets a call back from one of the f1 teams, i see him driving for mclaren or aston martin

TOKUNO YUSHI ﾐ得能勇志

he’s not signed to the best team in f2, and definitely has a tractor of a car and constant car struggles

BUT BOY CAN HE DRIVE THAT TRACTOR

he’s a beast at overtaking, and from his first race in f2, he gets people talking because of his skills on track

even if he has a bad qualifying, he will get in that lawn mower and move up the field like max verstappen in brazil 2024

he has tough competition within the grid, so he’s not winning every week by any stretch of the imagination

but he does ensure he gets the best result possible every week, and he’s constantly scoring more points

his strength is his consistency, and it pays off with his ranking in the championships

his eyes are always on an f1 seat, of course

that has been his end goal from the day he started karting

i see him starting out in one of the lower teams, like VCARB, or possibly he would get a seat at williams

it’s rough to adjust to f1 at first, going from winning often in f2 to racing against much more experienced drivers

but he will consistently score some points in his rookie season in f1

he’s not the most talked about rookie or driver, but his fanbase would grow significantly through the later seasons

he just needs some time to show off his true talent

by his second or third season in f1, he will have moved up to a team like red bull or mercedes

KIM DAEYOUNG ﾐ 김대영

is he the best f2 driver ever? no

but he never gives up, which is admirable

he’ll have super tough weekends, but still get through it all with a smile on his face

he may never get promoted to f1, but he will for sure stay as a reserve driver for multiple teams

he’s constantly fighting for his chance to have his moment and impress anyone he can

but he’s also cursed with some type of bad luck

he’d start out a season as the championship favourite, ending each race in a decent position, maybe even winning some races

but his season would only get worse as it went on, and it’s not because of his driving skills

DNFs, crashes, car problems, anything you could think of would find its way to mess up Daeyoung’s season

as if the racing gods are against him

still, he’d have one of those loyal as fuck fanbases

even when he has a bad weekend, his fans are relentlessly rooting for him

a franco colapinto situation, if you will

sometimes he performs better than anyone else on the grid

sometimes he crashes on the first few laps

the inconsistency is probably why he still hasn’t gotten a seat in f1

but he’s constantly working to improve his racing in any way he can despite his bad luck

anyone on the grid will tell you he’s a hard worker, luck just seems to be against him most days

his lows are low and frequent, but his highs are very high

HIROSE RYO ﾐ廣瀬遼

this little guy in his very first season of f2 attracts allllll the drama

he probably stole a seat from a fan favourite the season before

so half of the f2 fanbase is already against him

he does not care, though

his driving on track is a bit insane

he’s competitive like nobodies business, and frankly quite ruthless too

he ignores his strategists calls and divebombs for risky overtakes that somehow work 80% of the time

the other 20% when it doesn’t, he looks like a stupid rookie of course

but unlike Daeyoung, Ryo has luck on his side

f2 commentators are quick to notice his ruthless driving style and pure hunger to win

and the cutthroat driving on track contrasting with his cute face standing on podiums is honestly baffling

even though he makes his own decisions sometimes to the frustration of his team, they still adore him

he’s a little feisty, but somehow wins over everyone older than him like a charm

they can’t help but fall for this ballsy 16-17 year old who is determined to make it to f1

his risky driving pays off in the championship, and he would probably end up winning it

even if he ranks up the most penalties of any driver on the grid lol

he really is super talented for his age and everyone can see that!

if he gets signed to f1, he would end up on a team like red bull or alpine

FUJINAGA SAKUYA ﾐ藤永咲哉

this boy is still in his karting days, wdym f2

skdjks kidding sakuya has made it to the f2 paddock, and he’s immediately winning everyone over with how adorable he is

whenever the camera zooms on him in his car getting ready for quali or a race and all you can see is his big boba eyes staring out of the helmet, it might just be the cutest thing in existence

on track he is a pretty fast driver, but definitely isn’t competing for the championship

there are so many more experienced drivers on the grid, he does his best but his top result during the season is probably a p5

he definitely has some wins under his belt, especially during his karting and f4 days

isn’t a prodigy by any means, but he definitely has some talent to speak of

he has good reaction skills and reflexes, so while other drivers are crashing on track, he’s able to avoid most collisions and save his race

honestly he’s just there™

doesn’t have much drama during the seasons, doesn’t impress with his driving skills that much

he would probably have to do another season or two in f2 before he’d even be on a list to consider for f1, but he’s constantly showing improvement and growth so there definitely is hope for him!!

he’s honestly just there to have fun, though

even if he doesn’t make it to f1, he wouldn’t care too much

nct wish taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @lexeees,, @nyukyusnz,, @planetkiimchi,, @haecien,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @yudaies,, @mjupis,, @lilly-cherry7,, @kpopandbookschild,, @taroddori,, @lexeees,, @voikiraz,, @xikskrrrs,, @cupidslovearrows,, @yvshi,, @nicholasluvbot,, @hhaechansmoless,, @i03jae,, @somerandomf1fan,, @tmrwsuns

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restlesspazzi04 · 11 months ago

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Love Island: A Pazzi Fic

Part 1: Day 3

Genre: I've somehow managed to think up a forbidden love/enemies to lovers/reformed player/slow burn love island fic all together so imma pat myself on the back bc ive been getting so many asks for all five

A/N:

This is just the introduction chapter to a series that will be very loosely updated as it's more of a fun project i'm working on but hope you guys enjoy because this is just me riding off the love island hyperfixation im in lol

Extra Note: this is will be on tumblr only mainly bc this series will be trash and purely for my self entertainment so idc as much. slow falling will remain on ao3 only :)

ik some people have difficulty reading on tumblr tho so if i get enough asks i will put this on ao3 if its easier

word count: 3.2k (this will fluctuate depending on my mood)

Format Clarification:

When the contestant name is in front of the text, that means it's a cutaway and not actually said in the villa!

anything in italics is to be read in Iain Stirling voice please i love him

Day 3:

It's day 3 and it's heating up in the villa! Will the current couples pass the test of temptation as two new bombshells enter for the ultimate challenge? Find out here on Love Island USA: WLW Sports Edition!

When Paige first got the call that she was nominated for Love Island, she knew who put her name in the sea of women’s athletes picked for the show. With her social media agents wanting to get the “player” allegations away from her image to make herself more marketable, she was a shoo-in for the show.

Paige was confident in her coupling. Ellie, the Olympic swimmer from Australia, was up her ally of girls: hot, brunette, and gay. They had been going strong for the first three days in the villa, with Ellie picking Paige on Day 1 coupling. In the mess of drama the other couples were whirlwind into, they had remained together as a voice of reason.

“I’m just not really feeling her I don’t know,” Kate groans, slapping the ping pong ball back to Paige.

“Bro it’s been three days and you’re already tired of your match? Couldn’t be me.” Paige responds, returning the ball.

Kate and Paige being the only WNBA athletes in the villa naturally stuck together as close friends, being each other's confidants on Love Island. They had the common ground of basketball solidifying their sisterhood and frequently took each other's advice.

“It’s not that. I just feel like there’s no spark. Sarah is great and all, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my villa time with her.”

“Why don’t you explore your options tonight if we recouple? That’ll start some crazy drama.” Paige laughs mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows at an unamused Kate Martin.

“All the other couples are pretty locked in and I don’t wanna be a homewrecker… plus they’re probably bringing in new bombshells today if I got the formula right. Hopefully, they’re my type because I don’t think it’s working out for me and Sarah. ”

“New bombshells? I mean none of them better be basketball players. That’s Ellie’s type to a T. It was hard enough fighting against you.” Paige jokes, slightly concerned at the idea of new people. It wasn’t like she and Ellie were completely locked in, but Paige knew she’d be at risk of getting kicked off the show if any of the new bombshells coupled up with Ellie.

“Ellie is not my type. She’s too nice. I need some passion in my girl."

“I like nice. She’s sweet and brings me orange juice in the morning.” Paige says, dropping her paddle when Kate sends the ball flying past her head, "Drama stresses me out. That's why Ellie is perfect for me."

“Nah, I like a little fight. It’s hot when a girl is mad at you… you should know better than me ‘Miss Star Point Guard on the Golden State Valkyries’. Aren’t women always fighting over you?”

“I already told you I’m not a player in the real world or the villa. Why does no one on the island believe me?” Paige exclaims, plopping down on the way-to-colorful couch in the Villa playroom.

“I don’t know… maybe you’re insane eye contact with everyone you meet?” Kate says sarcastically, taking her seat next to Paige.

“Blame my parents! They’re the ones who told me that eye contact is respectful." Paige argues before adding, "I can’t help I got beautiful eyes.”

“Shut u-"

Kate is effectively cut off when KK Harvey starts screaming "I GOT A TEXT" throughout the entire villa, everyone making their way to the poolside where she was sitting.

"Islanders please gather at the fire pit for a surprise! #WatchOutCouples #Bout to drop a bomb!" KK reads loudly, the whole villa shouting in response.

"Welp, I guess this is your moment to find a new girl." Paige sighs, making her way over to the fire pit.

"Not yours?"

"Nope, I'm pretty happy with Ellie."

"You sure about that? Not even keeping an open eye?" Kate teased, ragging on Paige's loyalty.

"I'm definitely not re-coupling with some newcomer." Paige asserts firmly.

"If you say so."

As the Islanders all flock to the firepit, taking their seats next to their partners, they await for further instruction.

“I GOT A TEXT!” Kate hoots out as the other islanders get excited, “It says ‘Get ready as your two new bombshells join you guys in the villa! #AreYouReady?’”

Paige looks over at Ellie, who’s already gripping tighter on Paige’s arm at the news of Bombshells.

“I hope they’re not your type,” Ellie whispers shyly into Paige’s ear. It was a cute gesture, one that should’ve made Paige blush. Paige just gives her a reassuring squeeze on the arm, leaning in to whisper back.

“I already got a beautiful girl, don’t worr-”

Paige is interrupted as shouting rings through the villa as two new girls make their way into the villa.

“Bro, can you see her?” Kate says, pulling Paige up immediately as two figures appear in the distance.

“Not with you jumping on my shoulders.” Paige retorts back, leaning up to get a better look, “They’re tall.”

“Wait, I think I recognize one of them,” Kate says with her eyes squinted

Kate: You guys are ruthless in bringing my exact type. Fuck, I want to stay loyal to Sarah but I do still want to keep my options open, you know?

Paige has to brace herself for this entrance. She recognized the two bombshells immediately as they got closer. The WNBA world was small and both of these contestants were prominent figures in the league. Azzi Fudd and Nika Muhl, the star guards for the LA Sparks would be joining the girls on the island.

“No way they brought in more girls from the league!” Kate whispers into Paige’s ear.

“Did they run out of gays for other sports? Or is the league just super gay?” Paige responds in a nervous whisper. Ellie had literally told Paige on the first day that her type was basketball girls and it was one of the main reasons why Ellie had picked her. It was not to Paige’s advantage to have multiple girls chasing after her girl.

“Wait, I know both of them. We worked out together at Kelsey Plum’s dawg class for a few days. She’s super hot not gonna lie.” Kate whispered lowly so Sarah wouldn’t hear.

“Oh yeah, I’ve met them a few times. Did you know that they both were gonna come to UCONN but chose UCLA last minute?” Paige droned on, her eyes oddly trained on Azzi as they finally reached the fire pit. It suddenly dawned on Paige that she had never seen the younger girl in a bikini and it set an uncomfortable fire ablaze in her stomach.

Azzi: Hi, my name is Azzi Fudd and I’m a 5’ 11” shooting guard for the Sparks. I wanted to come to Love Island to find my future wife and make a strong connection with someone. I have been in a lot of relationships and they don’t seem to go well for me, so I hope I find my match here!

Nika: I’m Nika Muhl and I’m a 6’ foo-

Azzi: 5’ 10” don’t lie Nika

Nika: Don’t cut me off! Anyway, I’m a point guard for the LA Sparks and I wanted to come to Love Island to finally find my love match and establish a strong connection. I’m super excited to meet the Islanders.

Another text sound rings through the air, coming from Azzi’s hand.

“Bombshell’s Azzi and Nika, Pick two people to go on dates with tomorrow before bed tonight. Have fun getting to know everyone tonight in the villa! #newcomers #shootyourshot!” Azzi read out, inciting excitement through the villa again.

“Hey you’re Azzi and Nika, right? Guard’s on the Sparks?” Coco asks, making room for them around the fire pit to welcome them.

“Yeah, we’re shocked they picked us to go together since we knew each other. You’re Coco Gauff. I’m a big fan.” Azzi gushes, hugging Coco.

“Hey Kate,” Nika says, acknowledging the blonde in the crowd as she scans around, “How’s the island?”

“Good. Surprised to see you guys here but I’m hyped. We need more basketball representation in here.” Kate jokes.

“We get enough ‘basketball is the best sport’ debating from these two. Now we got more.” KK Harvey jokes, motioning to the two basketball blondes in the pit.

“Basketball is amazing though, you gotta admit.” Azzi plays along, earning a few lighthearted groans from the rest of the villa.

“Just promise you shut up Paige before she goes on a whole rant. Kate just eggs on that little pest.” Coco groans.

“I’m never wrong Coco, don’t play with me. Tennis is fun but basketball is art.” Paige says, earning more groans from the group. “Do you guys know who you wanna pull for chats?” Ellie asks the two bombshells, jutting into the conversation.

“Um, I have my eyes on a few people but I’m gonna see for the next few hours as I get to know more people on the island,” Nika responds.

“We know you guys are in couples right now, but we just wanted to wait until we got to know more people’s vibes,” Azzi adds, looking around all the girls in the pit. A few couples had already gone off to different parts of the villa, but she was getting a good look at everyone left. There were a few people on her radar and a few people who weren’t.

Azzi: Kate was making some pretty clear eye contact with me, but she’s on my “pulling for chats” roster.

The group spends the next few minutes getting to know each other and filling in the two on the island news. Paige tried to focus on Ellie squeezing her arm, but she was distracted by things she couldn’t comprehend.

Things such as Azzi Fudd making flashing bouts of eye contact with her to no end. Paige was not one to falter at strong eye contact, but she couldn’t help but grow slightly nervous under the shooting guard's gaze. It wasn’t rare for Paige to catch the eye of someone. New people entering the villa the past few days had flocked to her, but she rejected them to no avail to remain loyal to Ellie. It was still fun flirting and making stable eye contact was one of her specialties. But Azzi Fudd seemed to be looking at her with a specific glint that Paige couldn’t pinpoint.

Paige: Did you guys see the way she was looking at me? I can’t tell if she wants me in her bed or wants me dead.

Annoyance? Lust? Hatred? C’mon Paige tell us what you see!

“So you guys want a little villa tour?” Kate asks suddenly while stepping slightly closer to Azzi, “It’s super nice.”

The group makes their way around the villa, showing the two new islanders all the spots. Ellie and Paige stayed hand-in-hand as they walked, Ellie refusing to let go. Even when Paige got closer to Azzi coincidentally, the shooting guard would make it a point to take two steps away and it didn’t help that Ellie was pulling her in the other direction. They end up at the rooms as they finish off the night, the girls entering their assigned makeup rooms to get ready for bed. Azzi is put into Paige, Kate, Coco, and KK’s room, getting spilt up from Nika.

“So Azzi, what do you think of the villa?” Coco asks while wiping her makeup off.

“It’s nice, bigger than I expected. Soul ties are a lot more secretive than I thought.” Azzi answers, unpacking her bags.

“Yeah, a lot of shit goes down there. If you go to soul ties at night we know you’re fucking or something.” KK laughs.

“Do you know who you’re picking for your dates tomorrow? You get two right?” Paige asks, speaking up for the first time.

“Yeah, two. I’m not sure who I’m picking yet. I think they’re asking me to pick in an hour so I have time to think in the shower.”

“What’s your type?” Kate asks Azzi boldly, getting an approval look from Paige.

“Uhh, I tend to focus a lot on personality. Just someone who can match my competitiveness and my energy. But if we’re talking looks, I tend to go for tall blondes.” Azzi says casually, immediately getting Kate to snap her eyes to Paige.

Paige: Is Azzi flirting with me or Kate? If it’s me, I’m in trouble. Ellie is not going to be happy if I go on a date tomorrow.

“Is there a separate shower room? I need to unpack my bottles.” Azzi says while standing up.

“Yeah, it’s down the hall to the left. That’s where our group showers.” Coco instructs, getting a nod of thank you before Azzi leaves.

“Hold up, was she talking about me?” Kate polls the group the second Azzi safely leaves the room, “Or was she walking about the other two blondies?”

“I think she was just stating her type buddy.” KK Harvey jokes, “Plus, she’s totally talking about me. She’s been giving me the eyes.”

“Really?” Paige chimes in curiously, “Like slightly angry but confusingly hot?”

“No, like she wanna look into my soul…What type of looks is she giving you?” KK questions.

“Nothing… she wasn’t really looking at me, just wondering,” Paige adds quickly. She was probably just overthinking due to the reveal of her type.

“Back off KK, you’re happy with Kylie. Sarah and I have been distant for days.” Kate playfully challenges.

“Kylie’s great, but Azzi and Nika are hot, not going to lie. I kinda hope I get to go on the date with them. Don’t tell Kylie though, she might kill me.”

“As long as you don’t tell Sarah. I wanna test my connection with the bombshells but I don’t want to blindside Sarah.”

“You guys are acting like Azzi and Nika want you guys. She could be talking about girls in the other room.” Coco jokes, butting into the heated debate.

“Please, Coco. We get it. You and Paige are in happy little couples and don’t need to worry about recoupling. I would say Kylie would leave me the second another hockey girl comes in here.” KK says sarcastically before adding, “I’ve never gone for a basketball girl before.”

“I have. And I know them better than you loser. Azzi said tall, that means basketball. She was clearly talking about me.” Kate argues back.

“I’ll be right back,” Paige says suddenly, jumping from her makeup chair.

“Where are you going?” Kate asks as Paige starts exiting the room.

“Just going to chat with Azzi for a bit. Nothing serious. I’ll be back in 30 seconds.” Paige says quickly, ignoring any questioning she got from the group.

Paige makes her way down the hall, knocking twice on the shower room door before it slowly squeaks open.

“It’s unlocked,” Azzi says simply, her composure even.

“Oh. Some people are uncomfortable with people coming in during showers so I always knock. Wasn’t sure if you were showering.”

“Nope, just unpacking,” Azzi says shortly, confusing Paige again, “Do you need to shower? I can leave.”

“Oh, no. I actually wanted to talk to you real quick before you pick your dates for tomorrow.” Paige starts.

“Sure, what did you want to talk about?” Azzi asks cautiously, continuing to organize her skincare on her shelf.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m in a pretty solid connection with Ellie and I don’t want you to waste your date on me because I’m mostly taken. You can still pick me, but I just want to be transparent from the beginning before we get to know each other.” Paige says while sitting up on the sink.

Azzi stood up from her packing, giving Paige a focused look of mild confusion.

“What makes you think I’m picking you?” Azzi asks with an even tone, eyes unwavering from Paige’s.

“Well, you said tall blondes are your type and that’s only me and Kate. So I assumed you’d use your two picks on us.” Paige says, slightly less confident.

Azzi steps closer to Paige, closing the gap between them.

“Is it true that if you take off your top they can’t air it because it’s nudity?” Azzi whispers into Paige’s ear, pulling the blonde in.

“Uh, yeah? They can’t air it. But they get kinda annoyed when we do it and talk about villa stuff.” Paige whispers shakily into Azzi’s ear.

“Turn your head,” Azzi says as she takes two steps back, swiftly taking off her bikini top.

Paige had never swiveled so hard, almost falling off the sink counter. Paige turned her head halfway before she realized she could see Azzi in the mirror reflection, leading her to close her eyes as fast as possible.

“I know your reputation in the league, but I’m not trying to air out your business on TV, so I’m going to speak like this,” Azzi yells out before turning around, “You can turn around now, it’s just my back.”

Paige opens her eyes to see Azzi’s long braids flowing down her bare back, the only article of clothing being her bottom bikini. Azzi turned her head to speak.

“How are you going to judge me on my so-called reputation?” Paige questioned back, getting offended at the “Player” accusations she hated.

“You ghosted one of my friends, so don’t act surprised I’m cautious of you. I came to the Villa to find love and take home the win.”

“So did I. You haven’t seen me with Ellie. I have a lot of layers, you’d be surprised.” Paige says with a smirk, her voice growing bolder.

“Layers? Yeah, ten layers of player. I know what you did to Alyssa.”

“Alyssa? Who’s that?” Paige asks, racking her brain for possible Alyssa’s in her past.

“Jesus, you don’t even remember her. That’s crazy.” Azzi scoffs accusatorily, “Anyway, don’t worry. I won’t pick you for the date, I’m not going to intrude on you and Ellie. Seems like you guys are happy.”

Paige watches as Azzi slips her bikini back on. Watching the muscles on her back contract as she pulls her top over her head. Her bare skin was addicting to look

So addicting, Paige was caught red-handed admiring her as Azzi turned back around.

“You sure you're happy with Ellie?” Azzi jokes dryly.

“Very. She’s a great girl. Exactly my type.” Paige challenges back, leaning her body toward Azzi.

“What is your type, Paige?”

“Hot, Brunette, Pretty Eyes,” Paige says a little quieter as Azzi steps a little too close for comfort.

“I see,” Azzi answers, nodding her head.

“Don’t think I’m calling you my type. You just happen to fit it.” Paige adds weakly.

“You saying I got pretty eyes? I know I'm the other two.” Azzi asks playfully, opening the door to the shower room.

“Maybe. Let me look into them longer and I’ll decide.” Paige chirps back, a surge of confidence coursing through her.

“In your dreams, Bueckers.” Azzi sings out with a laugh as she takes her exit, leaving a mildly dazed Paige on the sink.

This was certainly going to be an interesting summer in the Villa for Paige.

A/N: I apologize if this is shit, this is just funny for me.

#pazzi #pazzi fic #pazzi fics #love island usa #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #kate martin #nika muhl #can u tell im obsessed with love island lol #pretend it makes sense please

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The Three-Meeting theory: MEETING TWO

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Trying to clear her head after a breakup by going to a friend's party leads to an unexpected reunion.

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Y/n fixed her hair in the mirror. Her throat tightened and her face warmed the second her eyes met her reflection. She couldn’t believe it. Just two weeks ago, she’d been lying in her boyfriend’s arms, rewatching School of Rock and sipping hot cocoa. And now she was trying not to fall apart thinking about how all of that was just a memory.

How could she put on the same lipstick he used to love kissing off the second she finished her makeup? How could she fix her breasts in the dress he always complimented? And how dare she fix the hair he used to play with while holding her when she felt sad?

Deep down, she knew this was coming. They hadn’t been getting along half as well as they used to. She didn’t even feel bad anymore when he cancelled dates. She barely noticed when the compliments stopped. She knew the spark had faded, but with everything else on her mind, she never had the space to seriously think about it. So when the breakup finally happened, it hit like a dam breaking.

She knew it wasn’t the end of the world. But it was a door closing — a door she’d walked through every day for the past year. Even if the love was gone, it was still hard to figure out how to live in the absence of a chapter that long.

Her friend Olivia convinced her to come to a house party. They didn’t have many mutual friends, which meant Y/n wouldn’t have to explain anything or be babied the whole night. It was supposed to be a night of alcohol, conversation, and new faces — enough distraction to help her forget. And it had been, right up until the song she first kissed him to started playing. Olivia skipped it the second she saw Y/n’s face fall, but the damage was done.

After unkindly rummaging through the bathroom cabinets without asking, she found some deodorant and hairspray. She freshened up, took a few deep breaths, washed her hands with cold water, and fanned her face until she felt steady enough to leave the bathroom.

She headed straight for a drink — gripping the margarita made by some guy she couldn’t remember the name of like it was going to vanish. It was gone in a blink, earning a small chuckle from the self-appointed bartender who topped her off again without a trace of judgment.

She smoothed out her dress with her hands, half-listening to the kitchen conversation. Something about the NBA playoffs. She tried to follow along when familiar names came up, but eventually settled for nodding and offering the occasional quiet “right.”

A few more drinks in, she actually started to enjoy herself. She ended up in the office room with Olivia and a few others. A girl named Mandy, sweet and warm, was talking about her job as a vet and some questions Olivia had about her old pets.

Something about Mandy stuck with Y/n. She was so naturally kind that just being near her felt comforting. She spoke like she already knew what you needed to hear.

When the music from the living room got too loud, the girls decided to move to another room — but not before making a quick kitchen stop for snacks.

“There you are!” a guy said as soon as they entered. Tall, skinny, short hair — vaguely familiar. “I thought I’d lost you by now,” he said to Mandy, playfully.

“Well, you didn’t have to worry. I was just in the office — we were talking,” she replied.

“Oh, okay. Was it fun?”

“Yeah. I met this girl, Y/n. She’s really nice,” she said, gesturing.

He looked at Y/n, visibly searching his memory. “Wait, have we met before?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. What was it… Matt? Mike? Mason?” she said, crunching on pretzels.

“Martin. Close. See? We must’ve met.”

“Or maybe you just have strong ‘M’ vibes,” she joked before she could stop herself. Corny, she thought. Cringe, even — if she wasn’t buzzed.

“Or maybe you’re like, a really good witch. What’s up?”

“Nah, you’re probably right. We must’ve met before. You know Liv?”

“Olivia? Yeah, she’s Mandy’s friend. We’ve met a couple of times. What about you?”

“We’re close. That what brought you here?”

“Yeah, came for a good time, to chill. You?”

“Same. Been a tough week, needed to unwind.”

Martin squinted. “God, sorry — I can’t stop thinking about it. Where do I know you from? Are you like… on social media or something?”

“Not really, no. Sorry.”

“Work? Where do you work?”

“Oh! Sonic Boom — the record store,” she said. And then it clicked. “Wait — you’re the YouTuber guy, right? With your friend? Hamzah?”

“Dude, yes! That’s it! And yeah, Hamzah. How’d you remember?”

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “Not a common name, is it? You guys were cool. Made my day that day. Is the video up yet?”

“What are the odds!” Mandy said.

“Right? That’s what I said!” Martin grinned. “Yeah, it’s up. Did pretty well — like 900k views now. You should check it out.”

“Holy shit, that’s so many!” Y/n laughed.

“Right? And Hamzah’s here too! He’s gonna freak when he sees you.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, her interest piqued.

“Pretty sure he’s playing Secret Hitler in the living room.”

“bet I’ll see him around,” she nodded.

Later, after the music shifted from upbeat to mellow, Y/n found herself out on the porch with a handful of people smoking and chatting in blankets.

Then a familiar face stepped out. This time, she knew exactly who it was — and he looked even better than she remembered.

“Hamzah,” she called, her voice softer than expected.

He turned. Their eyes met, and he smiled. “Record store girl.”

She grinned. “Guilty.”

“Martin said you were here. He was like, ‘Bro, remember that girl from Sonic Boom?’”

She laughed. “He really said that?”

“Swear on my life. Then he tried to describe you like I didn’t remember.”

“I guess I’m just unforgettable.”

He raised a brow. “You say that like it’s a joke.”

She let out a soft laugh and looked away.

“Been blending into the background lately, I guess.”

His expression shifted—just a little, but enough. “Yeah. I’ve been there.”

She moved slightly aside, away from the crowd. He followed without needing to be asked.

“You come out here for air or just avoiding Secret Hitler?” she asked.

“Both. I was losing and sulking. Thought I’d switch environments before I threw something.”

She laughed. “Good call. Martin hyped that game like it was a religion.”

“Martin hypes everything like it’s a religion.”

They paused. It wasn’t awkward — just aware.

“You here with him?” she asked.

“Kind of. He dragged me out, said I needed to leave the house before I turned into furniture.”

She smiled. “You didn’t want to come?”

“I didn’t not want to. Just had a long-ass week, that’s all.”

“Same,” she said. “Olivia practically bribed me with tequila and girl talk.”

“Hey, solid pitch.” he blinked slowly and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

“Right?” She shrugged. “I needed something. It’s been… a lot lately.”

“Yeah?” he asked gently.

She hesitated. Then nodded. “Breakup.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Not fresh-fresh, but like… still echoing, you know?”

“Yeah,” he said. And she could tell he meant it. “The space they leave takes longer to clean up than the leaving itself.”

She looked at him. That was exactly it.

“That’s a good way to put it,” she said. “I might steal that.”

“Go ahead. I probably stole it from someone else.”

She tucked her hands into her jacket sleeves, gripping the cuffs.

“You ever get that thing where you feel fine all day, and then someone says something kind or looks at you a certain way, and suddenly you're back in it?”

“Absolutely. It’s like your body remembers before your brain does.”

“Exactly,” she said. “I had a drink, heard a stupid song, saw a couple kissing in the hallway. Boom. Instant collapse.”

“You held it together, though.”

“Barely. I did raid the bathroom for deodorant like a gremlin.”

“That’s resourceful.”

“Thanks. I’ll add it to my résumé.”

He chuckled, looking at her a little longer.

“You know,” he said, “you’re really easy to talk to.”

She raised a brow. “Is that your version of flirting?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

“Maybe a little,” she said, smirking. “But I’m not sure if I should let it.”

His smile softened. “Fair. I don’t want to push. I just… like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you too,” she admitted. “That’s kind of the problem.”

“So… we let it be what it is. Just a good conversation on a cold porch.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That sounds right.”

Silence again. But a good one.

After a moment, he looked toward the door. “Want to head back in?”

She looked at her empty cup, then up at the sky.

“I think I’ll stay out here a little longer.”

“Cool. I’ll save you some chips. And maybe the last word in Secret Hitler.”

“Do me proud.”

He gave her a knowing nod before slipping back inside.

She watched him go, her chest just a little lighter than before.

She was rinsing her cup in the kitchen when she heard him come in.

“I was wondering if you ghosted,” Hamzah said lightly.

She looked over her shoulder. He was leaning in the doorway, jacket on, keys in hand.

“I was just… regrouping,” she said. “Had a moment.”

“Yeah. You seemed a little off at the end there.”

She half-laughed. “I think the tequila caught up with the breakup.”

His smile faded slightly, but didn’t disappear. “That’s fair.”

They stood in silence. The fridge hummed softly.

“I liked talking to you tonight,” he said. “Didn’t expect to. You were kind of a surprise.”

She smiled. “Yeah. Same. You’re not what I expected either.”

“Oh?”

“I thought you’d be louder. Like Martin,” she said with a teasing look.

Hamzah chuckled. “Nah. I let him do the shouting. I do the editing.”

Pause.

“I hope it helped, by the way,” he added. “Even just a little.”

“It did,” she said.

He looked at her for a second, then handed her his phone.

“If you ever want to talk again. Or, like… argue about music or something dumb.”

She took it, typed in her number.

“Thanks,” she said softly.

“Night, Y/n,” he said as he backed out.

“Night, Hamzah.”

Her heart still hurt, but it didn’t feel untouchable anymore. Just… sore, in a way that might get better.

She looked down at her dress and straightened it one last time, then sighed.

a/n: part two, i hope you enjoy it. please give feedback if you have any.

also in the last part there were some "natalie" slips i guess? sorry about that, it's easier for me to write a name and change it to y/n usually, i suppose i didn't notice some instances of its use in part one. Won't happen again.

#hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah #slushy noobz #slushy virus #slushie #hamzah fic #hamzah imagines #hamzah fluff #hamzah x y/n #three meeting theory

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