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EN-loG 🐾 Jake's visit to the animal shelter

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[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not?��Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[neonvvaves]

"well,  you're  always  working  hard  as  hell.  which  i  admire,  but  you  must  get  exhausted."  genuine  concern  wells  in  spencer's  eyes.  "so,  i  thought  i'd  help  out?"  he  gestures  over  at  the  individuals  restrained  and  gagged.  all  of  them  being  wesley's  next  assigned  hits.  "if  you  want  to  take  a  break  and  have  me  kill  them,  that's  cool.  or  if  you  wanna  do  it  yourself,  that's  totally  cool  too."  rounding  up  these  people  in  one  location  should  hopefully  save  time  and  effort.  this  building  is  off  the  grid,  so  no  chances  of  being  traced. "and if you're free and feeling up for it, we could go for drinks afterwards?"

. ݁₊ ⊹ dark shippy starter call / for wesley / @movierentals

[greg-montgomery]

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━━O━O━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

go put on chapstick and drink water!!

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done 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[eimiiko]

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[rinsko]

@tenderyouth

being a med/premed student and having zayne as your boyfriend is literally a godsend. he helps you study for your exams, quizzing you on each topic until you nail them down and explaining those you just can't seem to wrap your head around in a pace most comfortable to you. he's patient, always adjusting how he teaches things in whichever way you can grasp them quickly. sometimes, he likes to challenge you, asking questions in between each point of the procedure as a way to work your brain. other times, he guides you carefully through it, holding your hand each step of the way. he speaks slowly, emphasizing the key points and allowing the little gears in your mind to turn.

he makes sure to reward you accordingly. a kiss on the tip of your nose for every five questions you get right. on the cheek for every ten. one on the lips if you can explain concepts or procedures without stuttering. a whole night of cuddle time if you manage to make it through your study sessions.

and something more, something a little heated if he feels you've surpassed your limits for the day and yet you insist on doing more. one hand on your thigh, his hot breath fanning across the skin behind your ear as he coaxes you into going to bed, and you're a goner, already mindlessly following zayne to your bedroom with a few disgruntled complaints about how unfair he is muttered under your breath.

how else is he supposed to ensure you get enough rest anyway?

and he talks you through it on days where it's exceptionally hard. when you feel like you're drowning in coursework and just barely passing test scores. when you lose sight of the future and begin to question the decisions you made. he moves your hair out of the way and wipes the tears off your face, reassuring you that it'll get better soon, and he'll always be by your side through ups and downs.

[meadowscarlet]

CAN YOU FIGHT? | OP81.

✩ — summary: fans teases a whipped oscar piastri if he can fight for his pretty girlfriend.

✩ — oscar piastri x fem!reader

✩ — author’s note: leading the championship babyyy

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youruser 3 wins in a row 🤩💫 so proud of my osc! (still love you after that horrendous griddy)

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random “my osc” 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷 babies

oscarpiastri i get to have a relaxing week with you after this ❤️ (thank you for still accepting me, love you more)

random don’t u dare gatekeep her from us pls post lots of pics

random girl his account is basically 90% y/n 7% about mclaren & 3% about him

oscarpiastri wouldn’t have it any other way

random OMGDDJS HE REPLIED

mclaren our princess 🧡

* ♥ by author

oscarpiastri 🤨

lando i finished p2 btw. if you even care.

youruser congrats to you too lando 🙄

oscarpiastri no she doesn’t

youruser osc play nice

oscarpiastri he’s trying (and failing) to take away my spotlight from you

lando oh who is you 🤬🤬🤬

random oscar being y/npilled is so special to me

random oscar heading straight to y/n after his win with the biggest smile ever im so soft for them 😭

random and the way y/n kept ushering him to celebrate first with his team but he shook his head and hugged her tightly instead #pissingmyself

nicolepiastri my beloveds ❤️❤️🥰

youruser we love u so much!!

alexandrasaintmleux leo misses you already 🐾

youruser MISSING BABY LEOOOO RN ):

random BEST GIRL!!!!! 💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💖💖

random prettiest girl ever ! so happy to see you again in the paddock ! ❣️😻

random favorite wag

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oscarpiastri decent race next next week again 👌🏻

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mclaren P1AS-THREE 🧡🧡💯

opeightyone Masterclass

random winning + being in love looks so good on you

random ok but can we talk about slide 3??? she’s unreal.

random y/n on the last slide is the real win of the weekend tbh

oscarpiastri i agree

random she’s insanely gorgeous wow

f1 our championship leader winning on and off the track 😎

random her smile 🥹 the way he clings on to her 🥹

lando second slide wasn’t necessary mate

random we all are just y/n fans

random oscar leading the fanclub LMFAOO

random YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST EVER

ausgp LETS GO OSCARRRRRRR 👏👏👏

youruser love ❤️

oscarpiastri 🥰😘

random my people 😭

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youruser 🍝 🩵😘 happy weekend with my favorite photographer xx

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random ofc oscar liked this 10s after she posted

hattiepiastri genuine question. how did my brother pull you???????

oscarpiastri don’t worry i ask myself the same question everyday

hattiepiastri at least you’re aware

youruser my hattie babyyy 😣💗

oscarpiastri ☹️ what about me

random can’t believe i’m witnessing clingy oscar piastri rn…

random better get used to it girl he has no decorum when it comes to y/n

random LMFAOOSHEJ look up heart eyes piastri on twitter it’s literally pics of him just staring at her like where’s the shame

alexandrasaintmleux the cutesttttt!

oscarpiastri my beautiful baby 😍😍

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oscarpiastri just updated my lockscreen x

youruser you’re adorable 😭😭😭

oscarpiastri 😘😘😘 love u

random OSCAR CAN YOU FIGHT.

random BROO LITERALLY SHE’S GORGEOUS

random omg queen who is that random man

random i’m a big fan of whatever this is

random BODY GOALS WOOOOW

random that dress looks good on you oh my

desireinglander angel 😍

random that dress is EVERYTHING.

random oscar you’re not that special. we love her too

random LIKEEEE CAN HE FIGHT 🤬

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oscarpiastri yes i can and will fight you all

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youruser stop 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oscarpiastri had to clear things up baby

random he calls her baby im gonna be sick

alex_albon taught you the best 😌

random the caption is killing me where is his pr manager

mclaren zak emailed you something please check ASAP.

random IM CRYIJG

random oscar u lucky man im pissed

random ya’ll literally barbie and ken irl

random MY FAVORITE COUPLEEEE

lando mom and dad

oscarpiastri you’re older mate

charles_leclerc love this side of you 👏

random competitive in racing and y/n’s heart i have no choice but to stan

random he can’t handle all dat

oscarpiastri you’d be surprised

random /?/?/?/? SHAME WHERE

youruser has added to their story!

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youruser p3 babyyy what a drive! you were amazing out there osc 🧡

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random love it when she calls him osc 😭

random oscar being lowkey disappointed after the race and immediately searching for y/n after he got out of the car that’s his comfort your honor ☹️☹️

oscarpiastri i’m the luckiest man alive i love you so much ❤️

mclaren six consecutive podiums 💯💪🏼

random he won the race in my mind bye

random the pitstop was so fucking slow my 99 year old grandma is faster than that

random proud of you oscar bravo!! 👏

random osc kissing her forehead was so 😭❤️❤️

random and u can read from y/n’s lips saying “proud of you, love you” and oscar keeps hugging her tightly until she had to physically push him away so he can be interviewed 😭 bears….

random “yeah, yeah, glad she’s [y/n] here. every podium is dedicated to her. it’s a bad call on us that costed a secure win and we’ll do better next race but i was hoping to win this for her…” “she was proud anyway… she’s amazing, don’t know what i’d do without her” FULLY SOBBING WHEN HE SAID THIS TO THE INTERVIEWER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

random still leading the championship ik my goat

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oscarpiastri p3 not bad 👍🏻

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formula2 great drive! 🏎️🏎️🏎️

random win the next race king i beg

random quick blink if u were forced to post a pic dump without a single pic of y/n

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youruser my boy 🧡 so proud

oscarpiastri 🥰 i’ll win the next race for you

random 100 men vs an obsessed oscar piastri

oscarpiastri 👊

random he still hasn’t let go of those comments huh?

oscarpiastri no. i will fight you all.

mclaren oscar no

random i just know he sneaked in that interview pic bc that’s where he yapped all about y/n

random knowing oscar 100%

random pls bring y/n next race!!!

random it’s monaco she’s gonna be there for sure

random GOOOOAATEEEEDDDDDD

[namis-daydream]

nami!! hello cutie! i’m so sorry for being gone for ages!!! life is way to crazy right now and i know i’ll be gone for longer <//3 all i can ask is that you wait for me to come back when the storm is calm :(( i’m sorry to keep you waiting </3

— bakugou nonnie 🧡💥!

waaaaa hello hello my love !! please please keep taking care of yourself !! thank you for letting me know and I hope everything works out for you🥹💗💗💗💗 pls pls don’t apologize!! i wait for you v patiently with roses and kisses for whenever you come back muaaaaah

[mastomysowner]

Rats are good 💕 by @EcdUu

A fanart of @mocomoco_OvO's Shio-chan:

Apparently, our pet Shio-chan is making a buzz overseas🥹💗

She's now 2 years old and I've started taking care of her, but I'm so happy that so many people can see how cute she is✨

Rats are great...!!

[askkaneethi]

What’s your fs going to love the most about you?

1. 2. 3.

Hi everyone, I’m so excited about this one 🥹, this has to be my favorite reading yet and if is yours consider booking a love or fs reading with me on my ko-fi shop!!

:)

Pile 1:

They will love your soulful and sweet personality. They will love how safe you make them feel. They’ll adore how genuine and emotionally warm you are. You might have smiley eyes and they love this about you. They will love how intelligent you are and how direct you can be. They will love how they can have deep conversations with you. You might’ve been through a lot in life and they will love how resilient you are. They love your courage, loyalty and emotional endurance. They’ll love your independence, how graceful and self sufficient you are. They will love your mind and mindset and how you can stand on your own and still shine. They will admire your beauty and confidence. Physically they will find your mannerisms adorable, perhaps your laugh. They will love your lips, your voice, and the way you dress. They will find your face expressions adorable. Do you like to dance? If so this person will love how happy you look dancing!

Pile 2:

Omg this person will love you deeply, this person thinks the world of you pile 2. They will love your emotional vulnerability and how human you are. You’ve known pain, rejection and loneliness and you’re still so graceful. They will admire your fierce spirit, you’ve fought to be who you are. They love how you have boundaries and your own beliefs. You don’t back down easily and they like this. They love how you work with others and how supportive you are of everyone. They like how deep of a person you are. This person will find you so radiant pile 2. They’ll love your raw beauty, I’m seeing body shape, arms, hips, your build, hands, your overall form/body to be honest. They will find your aura alluring and incredibly attractive. They love your curves and eyes. You could have blue eyes or green. They just love you lolll. I’m seeing you like to wear black tight clothes a lot?? They will love this and find it so attractive, this person just loves how great of a human you are.

Pile 3:

This person will love how adaptable you are, perhaps even spontaneous. I’m getting boho vibes from you, they’ll love this. They will love your confidence and leadership, or perhaps how well you get along with everyone. They love how you know your worth, and live life in your own terms, be it financially, emotionally and spiritually. They admire your elegance and the way you live life so fully. They will love your introspection and how you’re able to just take time to recharge and relax. Your presence brings them calm and healing. They see you as someone who has a beautiful capacity for love. You make them feel loved and cared for. They’ll love how you like to try new things, perhaps new hair colors, outfits, etc. you could have a standout feature something that is mentioned to you often, they like this, could be your teeth/smile? Your walk/legs maybe. They love seeing you celebrate and be celebrated. I’m seeing you have very nice hair, long brown wavy hair, or the way you style your hair is amazing, your hair could smell good too. Do you invest a lot of time on your hair? They’ll love your resting face and seeing you in casual cozy clothes. They’ll love seeing you smiling and happy.

Thank you so much for reading, this was such a cute pac, I invite you to check out my kofi and pinned post at the top of my page! A song I’m getting is Champagne Coast maybe give it a listen! 💗

[landoughnut]

MILF - FC43

masterlist - request

pairing: franco colapinto x wolff!fem!reader

summary: franco ends up seeing one of toto's daughters posts and finds himself smitten

w/c & a/n: smau | the lack of franco fics is criminal

yourusername

liked by mercedesamgf1, georgerussell63, francolapinto, and 1,846,275 others yourusername it's (almost) summertimeeeeee

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user1 I still can't believe toto is a grandpa

user2 well I can't believe that someone would leave her 😨 like helloooo fumble of the century

mercedesamgf1 our girls 🫶 ♥︎ by author

mercedeamgf1 meine schönen mädchen 😁 - papa ♥︎ by author

yourusername love youuuu 🥰

carmenmmundt the most beautiful mother 💕 ♥︎ by author

yourusername thank you so much ily 🥹 ♥︎ by author

francolapinto woah 😍

francolapinto mommy? 🫦

mercedesamgf1 absolutely not. - toto

user3 FRANCOOOOO LMAOOOOO

user4 shoot your shot king

francolapinto MILF 🥵😮‍💨

georgerussell63 you cannot be fr rn

francolapinto georgerussell63 oh I'm fr

user5 well I mean he did say he had a thing for milfs

user6 she's only a year older than him 😭

francolapinto user6 who cares I know a baddie when I see one

user7 francolapinto LMAOAOAOAO oh hell no who taught him that word 💀

alexandrasaintmleux wow 😍😍😍 ♥︎ by author

lilymhe girl how do you look so perfect 😫 ♥︎ by author

yourusername oh shush lily you flatter me too much 🤭

lilymhe yourusername only because you deserve it babe ♥︎ by author

alex_albon what is happening rn....

francolapinto georgerussell63 can you set me up por favor

mercedesamgf1 I will end you. - toto

francolapinto mercedesamgf1 no toto no this is so not right 🙄

mercedesamgf1 francolapinto you dare to use my own quotes against me? - toto

francolapinto mercedesamgf1 😛 fight me old man

user8 francolapinto LMAOAOOAOAOAA IM PISSING MYSELF I'M IMAGINING TOTO THROWING HIS HEADPHONES WHILE ARGUING WITH FRANCO

iamrebeccad so... are we just ignoring the elephant in the room babes?

yourusername I have no idea what you're talking about 😄

francolapinto yourusername I know you see my comments 🎀 don't be shy, answer my dm's 🤗

user9 francolapinto don't give up she'll go out with you trust

francolapinto you taught your daughter to share no? maybe you can share a coffee with me then 😉

yourusername that was REALLY bad

francolapinto yourusername but it go you to notice me 😉 a win is a win

francolapinto yourusername so is that a yes?

user10 anddddd she's back to ignoring him LMAOO 🍿

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user11 ma'am you are the definition of an angel

yourusername thats so sweet thank you 🥹

francolapinto I agree

user12 please adopt me I beg 🙏

iamrebeccad WOWOWOW ♥︎ by author

yourusername hehe thanks for being my photographer

iamrebeccad yourusername anything for my favorite girls 🤭 ♥︎ by author

lilymhe MOTHERRRRRRRR (literally and figuratively)

yourusername WIFEEEEEE (sadly just figuratively)

alex_albon yourusername excuse me ⁉️

yourusername alex_albon you heard me

mercedesamgf1 dit zijn prachtige foto's lieverd - papa

yourusername thank you 🩶 she misses her grandpa

mercedesamgf1 yourusername I miss her more, you too should come to the next race 😊 - your papa

user13 petition for toto to start his own instagram

user14 him signing his comment off as "your papa" 🥲 I might cry

yourusername mercedesamgf1 perhaps we will 👀🤭

francolapinto yourusername and then I will take you on our coffee date while toto watches your daughter 🤗

yourusername francolapinto I never agreed to that... alphinef1team come get your reserve driver please

alphinef1team yourusername I fear he is out of our control on this one

mercedesamgf1 francolapinto back away from our girl 🤺🤺

francolapinto mercedesamgf1 NEVER

francolapinto hermosaaaa

francolapinto hold me next 🙋‍♂️

francolapinto so, me. you. getting mate?

yourusername will it stop you with these comment?

francolapinto yourusername probably not, but sure mamí 😁

yourusername francolapinto get rid of that nickname and I'm in

francolapinto yourusername REALLY? OH DIOS MÍO YAYYY

georgerussell63 francolapinto finally

user15 is franco actually pulling a gorgeous milf?????

francolapinto SCREW EVERYONE WHO DOUBTED ME

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liked by yourusername, mercedesamgf1, lando, pierregasly, and 2,814,607 others francolapinto we didn't get mate but I did get the girl 🩷

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user16 AWWWWWW

user17 dangggg franco I was unfamiliar with your game... I didn't think she would cave

francolapinto how dare you

user17 francolapinto have you seen her

francolapinto user17 touché

mercedesamgf1 I'm watching you. - toto

mercedesamgf1 hurt her and I will have george or kimi run you off of the track. - toto

francolapinto mercedesamgf1 I would never 😅

yourusername mercedesamgf1 papa stop scaring my boyfriend

mercedesamgf1 yourusername but you are my baby 😢 - your papa

yourusername mercedesamgf1 🥹 I love you

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[cloudyluun]

Perfectly Imperfect

Summary: Y/N and Harry share a quiet, intimate evening, wrapped up in each other’s warmth. When Y/N tells him she’s ready, Harry treats her with endless patience and love, making sure she feels safe every step of the way. Though the moment isn’t perfect, it’s theirs.

A/N: My loves!! 🥹💗 This one is so soft and intimate, and Harry is just the sweetest, most patient angel!! I wanted this to feel real, full of love, trust, and tenderness. As said in this request. I hope it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy!! Thank you for reading, and sending you all the biggest hugs!!

Word Count: 3,8k

Warnings: 

Explicit sexual content

Loss of virginity

Pain/discomfort during sex – Mention of initial discomfort, burning sensation, and difficulty adjusting.

Tears/emotional intensity

Blood mention – Small amount of blood described.

Consent-focused interaction – Constant verbal check-ins and reassurance.

Aftercare – Detailed care and comfort post-intimacy.

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The evening was slow, unhurried in the best way. The kind of night where the outside world melted away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in the golden glow of soft lamplight and the warmth of each other's presence.

Harry’s apartment felt impossibly cozy, plush cushions, blankets piled on the couch, the distant hum of a carefully curated playlist filling the quiet spaces between their words. The scent of something faintly sweet lingered in the air, remnants of the dessert they had shared after dinner. A movie played on the television, the volume low, but neither of them were really paying attention.

Y/N was curled up against Harry’s side, her legs tangled with his, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over his forearm. It was such a simple touch, but it meant everything. She could feel his steady breathing, the occasional squeeze of his fingers against her thigh, the way his thumb ghosted back and forth over her skin in a rhythm that felt instinctual. She felt safe. And that was what mattered most.

The thought had been lingering in her mind for days, maybe weeks—long enough for it to take root, for it to grow into something more than just a fleeting idea. At first, it had been just that: a thought, a possibility that she had entertained but wasn’t quite ready to act on. But things had changed. Harry made her feel different.

It wasn’t just the way he touched her, though that was part of it—the way his hands never wandered without purpose, how he always seemed to ask permission without words. It was the way he looked at her, like she was something to be cherished, something precious. It was the way he spoke to her, soft and patient, never pushing, never demanding.

And that’s how she knew she was ready.

The words formed in her throat before she could second-guess them. Soft, hesitant, but certain.

“I think I’m ready.”

She felt the way Harry stilled beneath her. Not tense, not alarmed, just still. He processed her words in real time, a slow blink, a small inhale, before shifting to look at her fully. The flickering light from the television cast delicate shadows over his face, but she could still see everything—the concern in his eyes, the way his brows twitched like he was about to ask a million questions at once but held himself back.

His fingers found her cheek, brushing along the curve of her jaw, tilting her chin just enough that she couldn’t look away. “Yeah?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a careful thing.

Y/N swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.”

Harry’s thumb ghosted over her bottom lip. “You’re sure?”

She could hear the weight behind his words. He wasn’t asking for reassurance for himself—he was giving her an out. An opportunity to change her mind, to take a step back if she needed to. There was no rush, no expectation. She didn’t hesitate. “I want this. With you.”

A slow breath left Harry’s lips, his shoulders deflating, like he had been bracing for something else. His fingers curled around her cheek, his palm warm and grounding. He studied her for a moment longer, searching for any flicker of doubt, anything that would make him pause. But all he found was certainty. He nodded, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “Okay, love.”

There was a pause, a shift, like something in the air had changed between them. The unspoken tension from earlier—the one that had settled between their bodies, lingering just out of reach—was now tangible.

But this time, it wasn’t uncertainty. It was anticipation.

Harry let the silence stretch between them. His fingers traced along her jaw, slow and reverent, his gaze never wavering. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and it wasn’t just about the way she looked. It was everything—her trust, her vulnerability, the way she was giving this part of herself to him without hesitation.

Y/N’s breath hitched as his lips brushed over hers, soft at first, just the ghost of a kiss. A question. A promise.

Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, as his hands found her waist, pulling her just a little closer. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing. Every movement was measured, deliberate, designed to make her feel safe, cherished. His fingers traced the hem of her shirt, a silent request, and when she nodded, he lifted it over her head, discarding it somewhere behind them.

His lips barely left hers, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. “So perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So good for me.” His words sent a shiver through her, warmth pooling low in her belly.

She felt the roughness of his calloused fingers against the soft skin of her waist, sliding up, teasing along the underside of her breast before finally—finally—brushing over her nipple. She sucked in a breath, her body arching instinctively into his touch.

Harry groaned, low and deep. “Love the way you react to me.” He rolled the sensitive peak between his fingers, watching the way her lips parted, her lashes fluttering.

He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it just to feel her shudder beneath him. His free hand splayed across her back, grounding her, keeping her close.

Y/N let out a soft whimper, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against her skin. The sound went straight through her, making her thighs clench around his waist.

But Harry wasn’t done taking his time.

He eased her down onto the couch, kissing a slow path down her stomach, his fingers working on the waistband of her leggings. “Lift your hips for me, baby,” he murmured, and she did, letting him pull them down along with her underwear in one smooth motion.

A flush spread across her chest, warmth crawling up her neck as she laid bare beneath him. But she wasn’t nervous. Not with him.

Harry settled between her thighs, pressing a kiss just above her knee, then another, trailing higher and higher. “Been thinking about this,” he admitted, voice husky. “Been wanting to taste you.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and Harry must have noticed because he groaned, his fingers gripping her thighs just a little tighter.

Then he kissed her there—soft at first, just a teasing press of his lips against her.

Y/N gasped, her back arching as his tongue traced along her folds, slow and deliberate. He was savoring her, taking his time, learning what made her sigh, what made her whimper.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, drawing a sharp inhale from her lips. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his breath hot against her. “Let me hear you.”

She had no control over the sounds slipping from her mouth as he worked her, his tongue alternating between soft, teasing licks and firm, focused strokes. Her thighs trembled, her fingers twisting in his curls, pulling him impossibly closer.

Harry moaned against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. “Fuck,” she whimpered, and he hummed in approval, gripping her thighs tighter as he devoured her.

The pressure built quickly, heat coiling in her stomach, her body tensing with the impending release. “Harry”

“I’ve got you, love,” he soothed, pressing his tongue flat against her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles until she shattered beneath him.

Her thighs clenched around his head as pleasure flooded through her, her entire body trembling as he guided her through it, his hands firm on her hips, keeping her grounded.But he didn’t stop.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he was kissing his way back up her body, dragging her onto his lap. “Again, baby,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her to straddle his thigh.

Y/N’s head was spinning, but the need in his voice, the sheer adoration in his eyes, made her move. She pressed herself against him, gasping at the pressure, at the way his hands steadied her, encouraged her. He guided her movements, slow and steady, letting her find her rhythm, his lips brushing against her ear. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”

And she did. She rocked against him, chasing the friction, feeling the heat build all over again. Harry’s hands never stopped moving—trailing up her back, gripping her waist, tilting her hips just right. His lips were everywhere—her neck, her shoulder, her jaw—whispering sweet praises against her skin.

“That’s my girl.”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.”

“Let go for me, baby.”

She tumbled into her second release with a soft cry, her body shuddering against his. Harry held her through it, his arms wrapped tightly around her, pressing soft kisses to her hair as she came down.

Breathless but still sure.

The weight of the moment settled between them—heavy in the best way, filling the space with warmth and something almost sacred. Y/N’s body was still trembling, her mind hazy from pleasure, but even through the overwhelming sensation, she knew this wasn’t the end.

Harry knew it too.

He was still holding her, his hands gentle as they traced slow, soothing patterns across her back, grounding her. His lips ghosted over her temple, murmuring soft praises that made her chest tighten with something unspoken. “So perfect,” he whispered. “So good for me.”

She melted into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—clean and warm, mixed with the faintest hint of cologne and something entirely him.

His hands skimmed down her sides, resting on her waist as he shifted beneath her. She could feel him—hard and heavy, pressed between them, the evidence of just how much he wanted her. And she wanted him, too.

She swallowed, her heart pounding as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. There was something unguarded in his eyes, something raw and devastatingly tender.

“I want you,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Harry’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her hips. “Are you really sure?”

She nodded, her hands coming up to cup his face. “I’m sure.”

His eyes searched hers, looking for even the slightest hesitation. But there wasn’t any.

Still, he didn’t rush. He never rushed with her.

Instead, he shifted, gently guiding her onto her back, settling between her thighs with deliberate slowness. His lips found hers again, softer this time, reverent. Like he was memorizing her, mapping out every part of her he hadn’t already claimed.

His fingers trailed down her body, brushing over her stomach before dipping lower. He slipped two fingers inside her, moving slow, preparing her all over again, making sure she was ready.

Y/N whimpered, her hips rolling instinctively toward his touch. “Harry,” she gasped, fingers clutching at his biceps.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“I am,” she breathed. “I promise.”

He hesitated for only a moment longer before finally reaching between them, lining himself up. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance, already slick and glistening from how worked up she was.

But even with all the preparation, she still felt tight, still felt that flicker of nervousness.

Harry noticed instantly.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He nudged in just a little, barely entering her, letting her body adjust at her own pace.

The stretch was more intense than she had expected. A sharp, insistent pressure that made her body go rigid beneath him, her fingers gripping onto the sheets as she tried to will herself to relax. The initial burn spread through her like a slow-moving flame, and instinctively, her thighs clamped tighter around him.

Harry felt it immediately—the way she tensed, the way her breath hitched, her entire body instinctively fighting against the intrusion. He froze, one hand coming up to cup her cheek, thumb stroking softly over her heated skin. “Hey, baby,” he whispered, voice drenched in tenderness. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to the tip of her nose, his lips featherlight. “You’re doing so good for me, so good. But we can stop. Anytime, okay? Just say the word.”

She shook her head, a small, shaky breath escaping her lips. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted this—with him. She had thought about this for days, weeks even, and she had never felt safer with anyone than she did now. Even through the discomfort, the unfamiliarity, there was nowhere else she would rather be than right here, wrapped up in him, giving him this piece of herself.

“I want this,” she murmured, voice soft but resolute. “I trust you.”

Something shifted in his gaze then, something warm and reverent, like he was seeing her in a way he never had before. He nodded slowly, dipping down to capture her lips in a kiss so sweet it nearly made her melt.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers. “We’ll go slow. You just tell me what you need.”

And he did go slow, agonizingly so. He rocked forward just an inch, letting her adjust, then another, always watching her face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. His hands never stopped moving, fingers tracing idle patterns along her hips, massaging gently at her sides, keeping her grounded in him, in this moment.

But it still hurt. Even with all the patience in the world, even with how careful he was, the stretch was relentless. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding onto him like an anchor, her breath uneven.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes before she even realized they were there. Not because it was unbearable, not because she regretted it, but because it was overwhelming—the weight of it, the intimacy of it. The sheer vulnerability of it all.

Harry noticed instantly. He always did. His expression crumbled, something pained flashing across his features before he dipped his head down, brushing his lips over her damp cheeks, kissing away the evidence of her struggle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered against her skin. “I know, I know. ‘M so sorry. Just breathe, baby. Breathe for me.”

A sudden sting bloomed deep inside her, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, fingers tightening their grip on him as her body fought to adjust.

Harry froze. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice tight with restraint. “Sweetheart, I—shit, I know. I know. ‘M so sorry, baby.”

A flicker of red smeared where they were joined, a tangible mark of this moment, of what she had given him, something so fragile and precious. His jaw clenched at the sight, guilt flashing across his features even though she had reassured him over and over that she wanted this. That she had chosen this.

He tried to move, to ease some of the pressure, but the second he did, she let out the softest wince, her body recoiling slightly. His forehead dropped to hers, breath shuddering.

“We don’t have to make this perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “We can stop, baby. Right now. It doesn’t have to be anything more than this.”

She blinked up at him, her vision still slightly blurred with unshed tears, but she shook her head. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to push through, to move past the discomfort and settle into this feeling of being so wholly his.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just... give me a second.”

He did. Of course he did. He stayed still, his body barely moving, his weight supported by his forearms so he wouldn’t press down on her too much. He let her adjust, let her breathing steady, let her decide when she was ready. His lips never left her skin, pressing slow, reverent kisses along her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Soft praises spilled from his lips, each one more patient than the last.

And when she finally felt ready, when the sting dulled into something more manageable, she gave him a small nod.

“You can move,” she whispered.

Harry exhaled slowly, as if he had been holding his breath this entire time. His hips rolled forward, just the tiniest bit, testing. His touch was delicate, his movements careful, like he was afraid of breaking her. And maybe, in some way, he was.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t some earth-shattering moment of pleasure, some blissful crescendo of passion. She didn’t come this time, and that was okay. He didn’t make her feel like she had to. He just held her. He kissed her. He told her how proud he was of her, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was like this, bare and vulnerable in his arms.

And when it was over, when he finally pulled away, his first instinct wasn’t to take care of himself, but to take care of her. He kissed her forehead, brushed the damp strands of hair from her face, whispered, “You did so good for me, sweetheart.”

And she believed him.

Her body felt different, tender, a little sore, but wrapped in a warmth that had nothing to do with the sheets tangled around them and everything to do with him. She barely noticed the way her breath still came unevenly, her muscles weak and trembling, until Harry was shifting beside her, brushing the back of his fingers down her cheek.

“Let me take care of you, love.”

She didn’t protest when he pressed another kiss to her forehead and slid out of bed, moving with quiet purpose toward the bathroom. The distant sound of water running filled the air, accompanied by soft rustling—cabinets opening, bottles clinking together. The warm, floral scent of rose and vanilla drifted into the room, and her lips curled into the faintest smile.

He was drawing her a bath.

The realization sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over her, something deep and overwhelming settling in her chest. She’d always known Harry was thoughtful, always so gentle and attuned to her, but this—this was something else entirely. This was devotion.

By the time he returned, she was blinking sleepily at him, her body too heavy with exhaustion to move. He chuckled softly, crouching beside her, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from her face.

“Come on, sweetheart. Bath’s ready for you.”

She let him lift her, his hands strong but careful as he carried her to the bathroom. The air was warm, steam curling through the soft candlelight, and the sight that greeted her nearly took her breath away.

The bathtub was full, the surface of the water dotted with delicate rose petals, their deep crimson and soft pink hues floating amidst the gentle foam of bubbles. A few flickering candles lined the counter, casting a golden glow over the space, the light catching on the deep amber bottle of bath oil he’d added to the water. The scent of roses was richer here, blending with the faint traces of lavender.

She turned to him, her heart swelling. “Harry…”

“I wanted to make it special for you, baby.” He ran a soothing hand down her back. “You deserve it.”

Carefully, he helped her into the warm water, easing her down as her sore muscles sighed in relief. The heat wrapped around her like a cocoon, soothing the ache between her thighs, and a soft moan of contentment slipped from her lips.

Harry smiled, his dimples peeking through as he knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of his t-shirt. “Feels good, yeah?”

She nodded, already sinking deeper, letting the petals drift lazily around her arms as she closed her eyes for a moment.

Harry didn’t just leave her there. He stayed, always so present, his fingers tracing along her arm before he reached for a soft washcloth. He dipped it into the warm water, then ran it over her skin, slow and reverent, as if cleansing her was an act of worship. He worked gently, wiping away the lingering remnants of sweat and love, murmuring sweet praises all the while.

“So beautiful.”

“M’so proud of you, angel.”

“Love you more than anything.”

His voice was a balm, each whispered word soothing her more than the water ever could.

At one point, he reached for the bottle of shampoo, pouring some into his palm before working it through her hair with practiced ease. His fingers massaged her scalp, and she sighed, tipping her head back slightly as he washed away the remnants of the night with the same patience and tenderness he had shown her in bed.

When he was done, he kissed her temple and whispered, “Stay as long as you want, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

But she didn’t want to stay in the water forever—not when Harry was waiting for her.

When she finally let him help her out, he wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, pressing a kiss to her damp hair as he whispered, “Let’s get you comfy, yeah?”

Back in the bedroom, he dressed her in one of his oversized shirts, the hem brushing just above her knees, the fabric swallowing her up in a way that made her feel impossibly small and safe. He tucked her into bed, then climbed in beside her, pulling her against his chest.

His arms curled around her, holding her close, his fingers drawing slow, soothing patterns on her back.

“D’you need anything, baby? Water? Something to eat?”

She shook her head, sighing against him. “Just you.”

His grip tightened ever so slightly, his lips pressing to her forehead. “Always, love.”

As her eyelids grew heavier, she heard him whisper one last thing against her skin, a quiet promise she knew he would always keep. “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

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Thank you so much for reading, you’re a total angel! Don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! It means everything to me! 💖

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[hannie-bees]

Hey lovely 💕 Can I request Seventeen reactions to reader being in pain during periods? I know this is so basic and common but rn I’m going through a lot of pain and my delusional self needs this kind of comfort 🥹

oh angel 🥺💕 first of all, i’m so sorry you’re going through that right now—period pain is no joke and you deserve all the comfort in the world. i promise this isn’t basic at all—these are exactly the kind of delulu daydreams that get us through the worst cramps 😭 i’ll get on it right away and make it extra soft for you. sending you all the warmth and love rn 💗💗

SEUNGCHEOL — the provider

Instantly enters “dad leader” mode.

"Do you want a heating pad? I’ll go get it. And I’m ordering food. No arguments."

Tucks you into bed like you’re made of glass. He insists you don’t lift a finger.

Holds you in his lap with your back against his chest and rubs your stomach gently.

Tries to distract you by showing you videos of puppies or TikToks.

JEONGHAN — mischievous but soft

At first: “It’s just a period, baby.”

Ten minutes later, he’s got you in his arms like “my baby is suffering 😭"

Teases you lightly just to make you smile but immediately apologizes if you frown.

Offers to brush your hair and brings you chocolate like he’s sneaking drugs past security.

Sits through whatever show or K-drama you want to watch, no complaints.

JOSHUA — the perfect balance

Knows the cycle like a calendar. Has supplies ready before you even ask.

“I made you peppermint tea. It helps with cramps.”

Gives you gentle massages and wraps both of you in a soft blanket cocoon.

Makes breakfast in bed and feeds you strawberries.

Sweet forehead kisses and constant soft “you’re doing so well” praise.

JUN — the lowkey

Doesn’t make a big fuss, but does everything right.

Cooks warm, comforting meals like congee or ramen.

Quietly slides a heating pad under your back while you’re curled up.

Puts on a fantasy movie and lets you lie on his chest while stroking your hair.

If your cramps are bad, he’ll Google remedies and say “Don’t worry. I got you.”

HOSHI — the sunshine (1)

Tries to make you laugh to distract you: “Let me dance away your cramps!”

Brings you a plushie army and says “they’ll guard you while I go make soup.”

Worries more than necessary: “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital??”

Tries (and fails) to make pancakes in the shape of hearts.

Wants cuddles and won’t let you move: “Just lay here with me, I’ll make the pain go away.”

WONWOO — the quiet comfort

Sits beside you in bed while reading his book, hand in yours the whole time.

Lets you lie in his lap and quietly reads to you or plays soft music.

Will write a list of all the things he can do to help you. Seriously.

Buys extra snacks and pads and hides them around the house “just in case.”

Massages your lower back with gentle, warm hands until you drift off.

WOOZI — the secretly sweet one

Grumbles a little like “you should take better care of yourself,” but he’s actually worried sick.

Will give up his studio time to stay by your side.

Makes homemade ginger tea and grumpily says, “Don’t complain. Drink it. It’s good for you.”

Strokes your hair while you nap and adjusts the blanket on you every 20 minutes.

Kisses your forehead before whispering, “I hate seeing you like this…”

THE8 — the healing presence

Immediately lights candles and sets a calming mood.

Offers to do meditation or slow stretches with you to ease the cramps.

“Let me run you a bath, it’ll help.”

Speaks softly and strokes your cheek until you calm down.

Gets philosophical: “Pain is temporary. But love? That’s forever.” (yes he’d say this. Not really, but wtv)

MINGYU — the kitchen boyfriend

Chef mode: pancakes, hot chocolate, ramen, cookies — he makes it all.

Constantly checks on you: “Need water? Snacks? My soul?”

Cuddles you on the couch while watching cartoons and says, “You’re so cute even when you’re grumpy.”

Kisses your tummy

Tries to help but panics if you suddenly wince: “Do I need to call someone!?”

DK — the sunshine (2)

Brings a smile no matter how awful you feel.

“Okay, so you’re cramping, bloated, AND moody? Let me love you harder.”

Plays your favorite songs on guitar and sings to you.

Builds a pillow fort and declares it your “Period Palace.”

Makes dumb jokes until you laugh through the pain.

SEUNGKWAN — the emotional support

Panics at first but turns into the ultimate comfort boyfriend.

Brings you a weighted blanket and insists you take it easy.

Distracts you with gossip and dramatic storytelling: “And THEN you won’t believe what Hoshi did—”

Keeps tissues nearby if you cry during a commercial.

Gives a hundred kisses on your temple and says, “I wish I could take the pain for you.”

VERNON — the quiet caretaker

Notices you’re uncomfortable even before you say anything

Silently queues up your comfort show and hands you a mug of tea.

Doesn’t say much, but keeps checking if you need anything with soft eyes.

Will 100% let you cuddle him like a giant human pillow and let you fall asleep on top of him if it helps ease the pain.

Might text you a random meme while sitting 2 feet away just to make you smile.

DINO — the thoughtful baby

Very concerned and very eager to help: “Is this normal? What do I do? I Googled it.”

Learns your cycle schedule and sets reminders for himself.

Carries your bag and brings your hoodie even if you didn’t ask.

Tries to cook for you even if he’s not that good at it.

Tells you you’re strong and brave, even if you’re crying over a commercial.

🌸 Masterlist 🌸

[lewisvinga]

jealousy | oscar piastri x fem! reader x lily zneimer !

summary; y/n spent months trying to send hints to oscar and lily about her feelings. he friendzoned her in an interview which made her turn to a certain american, however that just leaves the couple feeling jealous

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; probably ooc oscar n lily , cursing

word count; 716

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

note; requested ! smau + written ! also lily is scute i luv her

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: life without racecars for a bit ☀️

yourusername: whatta fine couple liked by oscarpiastri and lilyzneimer !

username: she’s so meeeee

yourusername: the last picture LMAOOOOOO

oscarpiastri: you both take TOO long to get ready for just lunch 🙄🙄🙄

lilyzneimer: God forbid a girl wants to look cute while out at lunch and shopping!!!!

yourusername: says the man who splashes water on his face and thinks that’s a skin care routine….😕😕😕😕😕

username: not y/n exposing oscar LMAOOO

username: oscar in his aesthetic era

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landonorris: OSCCAAAAH

oscarpiastri: hi ?

landonorris: he’s being dry fix it lilyzneimer

lilyzneimer: that’s y/n’s job😊 yourusername

yourusername: oscarpiastri osc.

oscarpiastri: LAAAANDOOOO

username: HE FR LISTENED TO HER LMAOO

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yourusername: this week ft my most favorite gorgeous people 😍🤭

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oscarpiastri: ‘my most favorite gorgeous people’ THERE WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT😟😟😟

yourusername: BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY THE GOOD BITE OF MY STRAWBERRY CROFFLE????🤯🤯

yourusername: but u are gorgeous so i guess i can let it slide🙄🤭

username: the difference between oscar’s and lily’s comment 😭😭

landonorris: i agree w y/n oscar why’d you do that oscarpiastri 😒😒

oscarpiastri: landonorris it was an amazing bite

username: Y/N PHOTODUMPPP

username: omg the clip is scute

username: the picture of her and lily 🥹

username: why is oscar mid kick LMAOO

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“Logan!” Y/n exclaimed as she saw the blonde American walking through the paddock. She was seated with Oscar and Lily who looked at her confused as she ran to the Williams driver.

“Y/n!” Logan exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her waist. “It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?”

“Of course! It’s not like we went out for dinner last night or anything.” She laughed, holding onto his shoulder.

Oscar and Lily share another glance at the sight of Y/n giggling with someone else. They knew that she was giggling with Logan was strange because she didn’t really know him, or so they thought.

The English girl furrowed up her eyebrows, feeling strange at the sight of the two. “Osc, is it just me, or is it weird to see her with Logan?”

The Australian driver hummed in response, stabbing the lettuce in his salad. Before taking a bite he mumbled, “Feels weird too.” They both let out a sigh while looking at each other. They both knew the feeling very well. It was jealousy. They couldn’t believe they felt jealous watching their friend with Logan.

Oscar glanced back at the two while Lily squinted as they watched Y/n drag her hand down Logan’s arm before hugging him goodbye. She turns around to walk back to the couple but pauses at the look on their faces.

“Why do you both look so pissy?” Y/n asked confused, sitting in front of them and grabbing her can of Red Bull that she had abandoned due to chatting with Logan.

“When did that happen?” Lily asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“We’ve been chatting for a few weeks now. We hung out last night.” Y/n replied with a shrug. “We’re just seeing where this is going.”

“So you have a crush on Logan now?” Oscar asked as he took another bite of his salad. He did nothing to hide the sound of jealousy in his voice or the upset look on his face.

“Why do you both look so upset? I didn’t think it was serious.” She nervously chuckled and glanced between the couple.

Lily rested her hand over hers. Y/n hated how her heart started to race from such a small action. She actually had a crush on the couple. But due to a recent interview of Oscar calling her just a friend, she thought that if she got closer to Logan then maybe she’s lose her feelings or possibly make them jealous.

Clearly, she hadn’t gotten over her feelings.

Oscar’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “What’re you doing talking to other guys?” His voice was suddenly low. His girlfriend hummed in agreement, moving to sit beside Y/n.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because we care about you, a lot,” Lily responds and wraps her arms around the confused girl.

The McLaren driver clears his throat, copying his girlfriend's action by moving to sit on Y/n’s other side. “Seems like Lily and I have newfound feelings for you. And I must say, they’re not platonic.”

She furrowed up her eyebrows again and scrunched up her nose. She looked at Oscar like he had just grown another head. “What the fuck do you mean? Weren’t you the one who called me a ‘good friend’?”

“Yeah, and he was stupid for it.” The British girl says with a smile, resting her head against her shoulder. “But he’s right. We both like you and to be fair, seeing you with Logan made us jealous.”

“That was the point,” Y/n mumbled causing the couple to laugh. Both of their hands moved to grasp hers, each taking one hand. Her heart rate began to pick up again as she kept staring between the two.

“So, give us a chance?” Oscar asked with his signature shy smile.

“I waited so long to hear you say that,” Y/n said with a smile, letting out a giggle as she squeezed both hands. “But yes. Of course.”

Lily smiled widely as she reached over to tuck a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, “Osc and I made you wait too long, didn’t we, pretty girl?” She said, looking over at the Australian before focusing back on the girl between them.

“Way too long.”

[nmakii]

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

my only 💗: SEISHIIIIIII

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

my only 💗: ITS CALLED MARRIED IN RED

my only 💗: JS HEAR ME OUT

my only 💗: GO BOKSU.

my only 💗: SHES SSSOOOO FINE

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

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

my only 💗: BUT…. 🥹🥹🥹

my only 💗: STORYLINE!!!!!!!

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

my only 💗: SEIIIII

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

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

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

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

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

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

me: sry baby :x

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

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

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

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

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

my only 💗: sei??? 😭😭😭

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

me: ur right,,,

me: my phone is a bit hot lol

me: anyways,,, married in red ?

me: sounds a bit boring :x

my only 💗: 😦😦😦

my only 💗: u did NOT j say that

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

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

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