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Any chance for girlfriend!reader with Mick, where he takes her to a WEC race for the first time? sorry if too broad

So Romantic (Mick Schumacher X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Random Drivers

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS AND I DONT WRITE HIM MUCH)

Warnings: Kinda mentioned fear of heights, proposal (ahh commitment!)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1615

Summary: Mick is so romantic during the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You didn’t know what to expect when you agreed to go to an endurance race with Mick. Then, he asked you to come for the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and it suddenly became astronomically more stressful. 

You didn’t know anything about endurance racing other than the fact they it was longer-form racing and they change drivers at certain points. 

You didn’t know what would happen in between Mick’s stints or what you would be doing while he’s in the car. 

You walked into the paddock with Mick’s hand in yours as your eyes darted around. You wanted to see everything there was to see.

“Anything you’re looking forward to seeing?” Mick asked as he watched with amusement at your sparkling eyes, taking in everything.

“I heard Kool & The Gang and The Avener are playing during your stint, I think, so I might have to break out of the pits to go see that show,” You replied quickly as you started ranting about all of the things you wanted to see. “I also saw that there’s a Ferris wheel! We should totally do that when you’re not busy. It would be so romantic.”

“Oh, so romantic,” Mick added with a smirk as he led you to the Alpine motorhome, where you could drop off your backpacks for the night.

“Right!” You shouted before plopping onto one of the couches in the driver’s room. “And there’s other games I saw, so if I get bored in the garage, I might just sneak out.”

“And stop supporting me?” Mick gasped in mock offense as he sat beside you and threw his arm over your shoulders. “How dare you.”

“I will literally be wearing your name on my back,” You deadpanned, “And it’s not like you would want me to be too bored, now would you?”

“Oh, definitely not,” Mick played along, leaning his head against yours. “What else are you planning?”

“I could try to jump into commentary, see if they let me,” You started listing off on your fingers, “There’s an esports competition. I think I could channel my inner Schumacher and wipe the floor with the competition.”

“You’re basically a Schumacher at this point,” Mick interrupted. You paused, looking between him and your left hand suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to find this ring on my finger, but oh, wait!” You joked before gasping and turning to face Mick completely, “You haven’t proposed yet! That’s crazy, don’t you think?”

“I’m working on it, trust me,” He chuckled, rolling his eyes. It had become a running joke recently since Gina’s wedding. 

You had caught the bouquet and looked straight over to Mick. You weren’t even trying to catch it, opting to stand off to the side, but when the other bridesmaids started jumping for it, the bundle of flowers just found its way into your arms. You weren’t even paying attention until you suddenly felt something in your hands, and the way you lit up before running over to show Mick is something he will never forget. Ever since that moment, you began jokingly pestering Mick about it.

Mick would never tell you that he already had a plan and a ring. That would ruin the surprise.

The rest of the day was dedicated to media and practice for the most part. You explored the grounds while Mick had to go be the public figure and athlete that he is, and it flew by. You checked out the museum, ate some local cuisine, and went to a concert in between hyperpole sessions.

By the time Saturday came, you felt like the only thing you were missing was the Ferris wheel, so you dragged Mick to the track slightly earlier than he needed to be. You had your heart set on going on that Ferris wheel with him, and what better time than when the Road to Le Mans race was going on?

“I don’t think we have time,” Mick said, dragging his feet lightly as you continued pulling him toward the giant wheel. “Do we even have tickets?”

“I’m not an amateur!” You gasped, stopping suddenly and looking back at him. “I come prepared. I already paid.”

“I would have paid. You don’t need to spend money on me,” Mick immediately said as the two of you approached the Ferris wheel. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Just us ice cream or something after the ride,” You dismissed as you handed the attendant your tickets and climbed into the basket. You sat down and looked to see Mick standing back with the attendant for a second, so you held out your hand for him. “You coming or what?”

Mick looked at you in disbelief before shaking his head with a small laugh. He carefully stepped into the basket and sat across from you while the attendant closed the basket off and stepped back over to the control panel. Behind you, the attendant sent Mick a quick wink before sending the two of you off.

“Why’d you choose to sit across from me?” You pouted, glaring at him as you went up. “I don’t bite.”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Mick said while pointing at you. 

“It’s my love language! What can I say?” You defended as you put your hands up in defense. “I just love you so much. I can’t express it any other way!”

“You’re crazy,” Mick said with a shake of his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“You’re right,” You agreed as you reached to grab his hand. “I am pretty lucky. I mean, you could’ve chosen anyone, and you chose me!”

“I would choose you a hundred times over if it meant I would be here with you,” Mick flirted shamelessly as he kissed the back of your hand.

“Oh my gosh,” You replied bashfully, “You’re making me blush. You’re so romantic!”

“All part of the plan,” Mick joked back. 

“El plan?” 

“Not that one.”

“Oh,” You muttered, thinking for a second before you felt the basket jolt to a stop. “What was that? What was that? What was that?”

“Calm down,” Mick tried to say as he grabbed both of your hands. “That is the worst thing to say to me right now,” You interrupted as you looked wide-eyed at Mick. “I didn’t realize I was afraid of heights until getting stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel.”

“Hey, just look at me for a second,” Mick comforted as he moved over to the other side to sit next to you. He kept one of your hands in his while he wrapped the other over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. “Just look out for a second.”

The sun was high in the sky, the cars were flying across the track, and the horizon was different from what you expected. You could hear the fans below cheering, some were winning the games, and some were shouting for their favorite drivers. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced, and of course, Mick was there with you.

“It’s amazing,” You said slowly as you let your eyes roam around. “Thank you for letting me be here with you.”

“Always,” Mick said quietly before moving back to the other side of the basket. At least that’s what you thought, but he stopped and kneeled just in front of you. “For the record, I don’t want this to be your only Le Mans. I want to take you to every race…every event, every city, every chaotic, loud, beautiful moment that comes with this life. You are my whole world, and I can’t see myself going anywhere without you.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You said in a higher-pitched voice as you flailed your hands a bit and looked up so the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I’m saying that you make all of this worth it,” He continued, grabbing one of your hands tightly as he reached back into his pocket slowly. “You make the wins feel better, the long flights shorter, and the losses less depressing. Truly, I knew I was going to marry you back when we first got together, but seeing you light up at Gina’s wedding solidified it for me.”

“You’re kidding me,” You whispered, covering your mouth with one hand as you squeezed his hand tighter while a couple of happy tears escaped your eyes.

“I think that leaves only one thing left for me to say,” Mick dragged on before slowly pulling the ring box out and holding it to you. “Will you marry me?”

“You’re so romantic, oh my gosh,” You cried, throwing your arms over him and dropping to the floor of the basket with him. You gave up trying to stop yourself from crying as you hid your face between his shoulder and neck. You nodded, suddenly unable to say anything else as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Hey, breathe please,” Mick chuckled, moving to pull you out of his shoulder. “Would putting the ring on make you breathe normally?”

Immediately, you started shaking your head as you took some deep breaths. Mick shook his head before lifting you to sit back on the seat. Then, he slipped the ring onto your ring finger. You didn’t even look at it before leaning forward to kiss him.

“How long have you had this planned?” You asked as you pulled Mick’s hand, so he would sit with you. You kept hold of his hand, moved it to wrap around your shoulder, and leaned onto his shoulder as the Ferris wheel started moving again.

“Honestly, since we got on the ride,” Mick admitted, “That’s what I was telling the attendant.”

~~~~~

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Hey would you ever write arvid teenage pregnancy?

Just something cute and fluffy, feel free to ignore

+Could you do an Arvid fic where everyone finds out he has a gf but he was never trying to hide it and everyone is super surprised by how sweet he is with her.thank youuu ~Anon

Who Are You? (Arvid Lindblad X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (i am IN LOVE)

Warnings: Aged up (takes place in 2026), unnamed asshole driver (mentioned as Arvid's friend and drives for Cadillac)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1195

Summary: Arvid's pregnant significant other decides to surprise him at a race.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

You hated the loud noises that came with watching races in person. As much as you loved your boyfriend, you just never wanted to be at a race track until you started doing some thinking. You knew that you wouldn't be able to travel soon enough, and this would be one of your only times to go to your favorite track. That’s when you decided to surprise Arvid.

He always set you up with paddock passes just in case you decided to show up. You never used them before, but there was a first for everything.

You got through the gates easily, but that’s about it. Pretty soon after getting passed the gates, you didn’t know where else to go. You knew he was in Red Bull, but he could be anywhere. Heck, you didn’t even know where the Red Bull garage was. 

You took a deep breath as you walked through the track before you saw someone you recognized from pictures. 

“Excuse me, can you point me in the right direction for either Arvid or the Red Bull garage?” You asked, moving to walk alongside the driver. Immediately, he stopped and looked at you skeptically before continuing to walk.

“Who are you?” He scoffed lightly as he side-eyed you. “Are you even supposed to be back here?”

“Yes, I’m allowed back here. I’m Arvid’s girlfriend,” You replied, struggling to keep up with him, “I know you’re one of his friends, and I would appreciate-”

“Arvid doesn’t have a girlfriend. Let alone a pregnant one. Get lost. Try finding someone else to take pity on you because it won't be me,” He snapped with a scowl as he turned off while you stood there in shock. You put your hands protectively around yourself, more specifically, your unborn child.

When you found out you were pregnant five months ago, you knew a lot of people would have things to say. You and Arvid were both young, but you were in it for the long haul. While neither of you planned this and wouldn’t trade it for the world, it did hurt to hear the snide comments some people would say to you just because you were going to be a teen parent. You came to always expect it when you started showing.

Still, it always hurt when someone threw it back in your face like that. 

You went off to the side, wiping at your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but right now you needed Arvid. 

“Hey,” You heard someone shout your name. You looked up and scanned the people around you, trying to figure out who was calling you, when your eyes landed on two figures you recognized immediately. Kimi and Ollie were two people you met when Arvid was still in Prema for F3, and they were some of the only people who knew you and Arvid were together.

“Long time no see! You look great!” Ollie said as he came up to hug you. You let out a watery laugh as you wrapped your arms around him. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but congratulations!”

“Thanks,” You chuckled half-heartedly as you moved to hug Kimi, too. “Not to sound like I don’t want to see you guys or anything, but do you know where Arvid is? Or at least, his garage? I’m all turned around here.”

“Yeah, he’s actually with the other rookies right now,” Kimi answered, keeping his arm around you as he pointed off towards- somewhere you didn’t actually know where. “We can take you over there! We were actually just heading over there.”

“Does he know you’re here?” Ollie asked as they led you through the crowds. “I feel like he would’ve said something cause he can’t shut up about you.”

“No, but I wanted to surprise him for once,” You admitted with a shy laugh, dropping your head, “Not sure how often I’ll be able to visit him with the baby, but I also wanted to come to at least one of his rookie races, y’know? I feel bad. I didn’t feel bad about it until I met one of Arvid’s friends that he always talks about, and I realized that I never showed up. He flat-out asked me who I was and didn’t believe me, and it makes me think he deserves someone who can actually show up to his races and not freak out. Sorry for the trauma dump.”

“Listen, we have never seen Arvid happier than when he is with you,” Kimi comforted before switching his tone, “We may not have known him before you, but he is definitely better with you.”

“There’s my favorite people!” It didn’t take you more than a couple of seconds to register Arvid’s voice and his body running toward you. As soon as he reached you, he pushed Kimi and Ollie away from you. “Not you guys.”

“Wow, rude,” Kimi muttered as he walked off.

“Love you too, Arvid,” Ollie also muttered as he followed in step with Kimi.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Arvid cheered as he wrapped his arm carefully around your waist and rested the other one on your tummy. “How are you feeling? You, not the baby.”

“Thank you for clarifying,” You joked as you rolled your eyes. “I’m good. I was just bored at home by myself. Thought I would use this time to actually support you before she comes.”

“She hasn’t been too much, has she?” Arvid questioned, dropping his eyes between you and your belly before poking it lightly. “You better not be causing problems.”

“No, she would never!” You gasped, pulling back and ‘hiding’ your baby belly from Arvid. “How dare you accuse her of such?”

“Hey, Arvid-” A new person stole your and Arvid’s attentions. It was the same guy from earlier. Just now, he was in a race suit with the Cadillac logo on it. He looked you up and down with a scowl before turning his full attention to you. “I thought I told you to get lost.”

“Why the fuck would you have said that?” Arvid snapped, immediately pulling you closer to him protectively. “I told you I have a significant other.”

“I didn’t think you would be with someone so…” He paused, looking you up and down once again.

“I would think twice about what you’re trying to say about my significant other and daughter,” Arvid growled. The friend looked between the two of you, confused but also not wanting to challenge Arvid.

“I didn’t realize you both were so irresponsible,” He muttered before walking off.

“Why do you even care? It’s not like it bothers you what we do in our lives. Who even are you?” You piped up, causing him to look back at you two. “I feel like Arvid would have mentioned having a pretentious asshole for a friend. Or maybe you just never showed your true colours. I bet your team and sponsors would love to hear about it.”

“I love when you clap back at haters,” Arvid chuckled as the other driver took off quickly. 

“Being pregnant has made me intolerant to stupidity.”

~~~~~

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[bad268]

Can you please write more Héctor x curvy readerr

Yeah, you got any ideas?

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????

Mom, am I famous?

Also, it reloaded before I could screenshot it, but I'm known for my Hector Fort stories and curly hair readers? huh? I've done 1 curly hair reader and 3 Hector stories.

I'm confused. And scared.

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Ahhh thank you so much for the rec mate <3<3

Harry ‘W2S’ Lewis Fic Recs

05/30/2025

⭒ Temptation by @pretendyoucantseeme

you’re a contestant on season two of inside. only the other six sidemen and your friend/co-contestant george know that you're dating harry, and they love making shit difficult for you, because why the hell not.

⭒ Casual? By @ldr13beaches

⭒ Drunken Confessions by @/ldr13beaches

⭒ drunk bingo by @candykissd

drunk bingo is a crazy time, especially when you're a lightweight. although, harry's there to take care of you.

⭒ jealousy, jealousy by @/candykissd

there'd always been some tension between the two, a flirtationship, if you will. and so, when someone shows interest in y/n at a friends party, harry's jealous side comes out to play.

⭒ My Winner. By @sdmnpact

⭒ Wroetoshaw Masterlist by @/sdmnpact

⭒ Comfort In You by @ahopefullwritter

You’re visiting London to do a shoot with the sidemen and have been having a hard time sleeping. Harry notices your tiredness and offers you his bed and himself to help you finally get some rest.

⭒ Comfort In You pt. 2 by @/ahopefullwritter

It’s the morning after you slept over at Harry’s and the line between being friends and being more has officially been crossed.

⭒ NETFLIX SPECIAL by @whoetoshaw

an episode of the sidemen documentary follows harry around his day to day life with you

⭒ Masterlist by @/whoetoshaw

⭒ Festival by @sillylittlegirlthoughts

⭒ Skippers by @/sillylittlegirlthoughts

⭒ YOUTUBER MASTERLIST by @myoddessy

⭒ More Than Just a Match by @maggie-readss

The Sidemen Charity Match 2025

⭒ Take a break by @clemswinecorner

When something’s off with Harry, there’s probably only one person that can make him feel better: his girlfriend.

⭒ I get satisfied by @/clemswinecorner

Chris’ camera woman- and by now, also the boys’ friends- and Harry get teased about their dating life. No one seems to notice they’re saying exactly the same, though.

⭒ Being w3s assistant for 24 hours (Calfreezy’s video) by @sidemenxyn

⭒ Pub crawl, (chips video) by @/sidemenxyn

⭒ Harry & Y/n moments caught on camera! By @/sidemenxyn

⭒ SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS  by @wroetojaw

cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen

⭒ 200 Y/o Cheesecake by @bad268

Harry joins your YouTube tutorial.

⭒ Laugh by @bad268

⭒ #mrsw2sslays  by @infictionalwonderland

the nation absolutely adores you. . oh yeah, and your boyfriend too.

⭒ Stay by @mrtelevisionlover

⭒ WROETOSHAW ☆ masterlist by @w2sology

⭒ under the sheets by @/w2sology

everyone knows that you and harry are together, yet no one really knows what goes on in your relationship. but when fans get little snippets, they can't help but fawn over you both.

⭒ Wag by @w2soneshots

after your boyfriend, Harry, played in the sidemen charity match and lost, you go back to your hotel room and make him forget all about the result.

⭒ #Instagram Au (02) by @zaynieinsanie

⭒ The mystery package by @natailiatulls07

⭒ Favourite person by @yourimagines

you are Harry’s favourite person

⭒ Summertime fun by @kar1nsworldx

The Sidemen + their gf’s go to a trip to Croatia, where the reader is from

⭒ You made it. By @buzzyb33

growing up together y/n dreamt day and night of being a musician, she played guitar and piano and adored everything about it, her and Harry went school together until year 8 when she moved all the way to Leeds, she never really left his mind.

⭒ The Wedding Bells of December by @sofiasworld00

Harry and reader at Ethan and Faiths wedding where one thing leads to another and the night ends with an engagement.

⭒ Confessions by @landonorrisscar

A video of you and Harry at Vikk’s wedding went viral and the rest of the boys are questioning you guys about it.

⭒ w2s as a munch by @propertyofwicked

⭒ Your words still haunts me in my dreams by @lovelynikol7

⭒ Untitled by @jeezybipsman

Harry being teased about his stutter by the boys and is now kinda embarrassed to speak to the reader

⭒ Harry Comforting reader by @/jeezybipsman

⭒ ANOTHER BLANKET by @lvrslvt3

reader is being harassed by a creepy man harry is a little too late to save her.

⭒ LOVE IS A CHOICE by @/lvrslvt3

harry’s insecurities causes the downfall of his own relationship.

⭒ BABYFEVER by @allywthsr

Y/N sees a TikTok from side+ and gets severe babyfever

[bad268]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing style, and i was kind wondering if you wouldn't mind writing something with hector fort, where reader is more on the curvier side. she is quite confident with her body as she loves to show it off, which he loves even more than her.

+My god hi! I'm wondering if the requests are still open. If so then I would like to ask for a hector fort x reader, where they would do the jacked and kind trend from TikTok. But also the reader can be more on the curvier side, since it really warms my heart how those girls in the videos were so happy after being lifted up without any issue. Thanks in advance!!! ~Anon

Jacked and Kind (Hector Fort X Curvy! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I loved both of these and since they were similar, I combined them)

Warnings: Slight body comparisons

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1038

Summary: Hector and Curvy! Reader do the "Jacked and Kind" trend.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(Pinterest/it's also just hella cute lol)

You were standing in the kitchen, mindlessly scrolling through your feed. You were waiting for your dinner to cook and for Hector to come home from one of his many away games. You knew he finally had a break, so you wanted to treat him to his favorite dish.

You sent yourself down a rabbit hole as you watched more and more videos of the latest trend. It was guys, usually the boyfriend, lifting the girl onto their shoulder to a line from Sabrina Carpenter’s Slim Pickins.

Now, you would never say you were jealous about someone else’s body, but damn, did you wish it could be you. While you were on the curvier side (and very proudly so!), you did sometimes wish you could experience being lifted like some of these girls. It made you a little envious of how these guys easily lifted their girls. At the end of the day, you were happy in your body, and that’s the end of the story.

You were a little lost in your head when Hector came strolling into the kitchen with a smile on his face, expecting you to say something to him. When you didn’t, his smile faltered a bit, but he slowly walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder as you scrolled. One after another, you would sigh before moving onto the next one, like an endless cycle.

“That looks fun,” Hector commented, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder, gesturing to the current video. “Is that our next trend?”

“I doubt it,” You dismissed, acting like it was nothing, but Hector knew you. He caught the slight tremor in your voice as you watched another girl get lifted on the shoulder of her boyfriend. 

“Why’s that? Do you not want to?” Hector asked, wanting to get to the root of the problem. He moved his hand to rest on your chin to make you look at him, letting the sound replay while neither of you paid attention to it. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t think you could do it,” You admitted quietly, trying to avoid his eyes, but you couldn’t.

“Do you doubt my strength?” Hector questioned in a joking tone as he tilted his head at you. “I think I could do that easily!”

“I’m not exactly a twig, Hector,” You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes. “It’s not exactly all on you.”

“I think you just need a leap of faith,” Hector trailed off, stepping back from you. 

“What do you mean?” You started to turn your head before you felt Hector’s hands on your waist. Your hands immediately went to his wrists, shouting, “Wait a minute!”

He lifted you easily and wrapped an arm around your legs to help to stay on his shoulder. Your hands immediately moved to try and hold onto his head while his other arm came up to hold your hand. 

“See? We can do it!” Hector cheered as he lowered you down slowly and carefully before spinning you around and holding you close to his chest. “You’re a natural. How are you so amazing?”

“I didn’t even jump! All of the other girls, even the really small ones, all jumped! How did you…” You ranted before trailing off as you looked straight into Hector’s eyes, and all you saw was love and affection. “You really are jacked and kind.”

“Well, thank you,” Hector blushed lightly, kissing you on the tip of your nose. “Now that we’ve settled that, how about we go out to dinner? As much as I love that you made my favorite, we can eat that tomorrow. I want to show you off tonight.”

“Before we do that,” You agreed, but grabbed his hand before he could get too far from you, “Can we do it one more time? This time we can record it?”

“We can do it as many times as you want,” Hector replied, coming back over to you and kissing you. “Where do you want to do it?”

“Can we go to that one restaurant by the park? We can do it there on our way,” You said after a bit of thought. When you remembered the park, you knew it would be the perfect place.

“Only if you wear those cute jeans I got you,” Hector teased as he wrapped an arm around your body to rest on your butt. 

“You are such a perv,” You teased, pushing him away as you spun around to leave the kitchen. “But okay. Take that out in five minutes while I change, please?”

“You trust me in the kitchen?” Hector joked, pointing to himself in accusation, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes again. “I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” You stated with a smirk as you slowly turned and walked out of the room. You ran up to your shared room to change out of your comfy, at-home clothes into the jeans Hector loved so much and one of your favorite shirts. You washed off your face, touched it up, and fixed your hair slightly before going back into your room to grab a jacket. You walked back into the kitchen to see Hector using a towel to fan the food. “What are you doing?”

“Making it cool quicker so we can leave?” Hector replied like it was common sense, looking back at you with a weird face before his jaw dropped. He threw the towel to the side as he slowly approached you. “Woah, look at you! You look gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?”

“This is a normal outfit,” You chuckled, shyly, “What do you mean?”

“You’re always gorgeous,” He shamelessly flirted as he held out a hand for you. “Ready to head out?”

“Ready,” You said with a nod, taking his hand. He immediately placed a kiss on your knuckles before turning you around, and urging you toward the door lightly after putting his hand in your back pocket. “What’s your hand doing there, mister?”

“I like these jeans on you. They make your ass look hot,” He replied shamelessly as he narrowed his eyes at you with no real heat. “I’m not apologizing for finding you sexy.”

~~~~~

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Idea Poll!

I have an idea for a Scream AU. Kinda a mix of the first movie and the storyline of Your Number's Up by Ice Nine Kills, idky I'm still making the outline

If you think anyone else fits this, let me know. These are just my first thoughts.

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Only Because You're Injured (Connor Zilisch X Spotter! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Randon Drivers

Requested: Nope (no one writes for him BUT I LOVE HIM)

Warnings: Bad crash (even for NASCAR terms), hospitals, injuries (not too graphic)

**INFO- you can probably tell (but idk how many of y'all watch NASCAR) but Reader is Jesse Love's Spotter

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1756

Summary: Playful banter turns serious when Connor crashes (they hate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time)

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was the moment you were waiting for: Charlotte. It's one of your favorite tracks of the entire calendar.

You walked through the paddock with Connor, Jesse, and Georgia, ready to take on the weekend. Both drivers had good starting positions, so you had high expectations for Connor and Jesse.

“This is where I leave you,” You joked when you arrived at the JR Motorsports garage. You pulled Connor’s arm off of your shoulders and jokingly spun him around before pulling him close to rest your forehead against his. “Race clean, yeah?”

“As long as Jesse doesn’t do anything dirty, I’ll be fine,” Connor teased back, throwing a glare at his best friend.

“Just for that, I’m shunting you into Turn 1,” Jesse objected but immediately backtracked when Georgia hit him upside the head. “My bad.”

“Yeah, your bad,” You scoffed, glaring at Jesse, “If you were serious, I just won’t tell you where he is on track.”

“No, it’s literally your job to tell me everything happening on track,” Jesse shook a finger at you, “You can’t just not tell me!”

“My job is to keep you in line,” You sighed before muttering to Conner, “Been doing it for most of my life at this point.”

“You’re like his babysitter. Always have been,” Connor chuckled as he 

“I can hear you, dipshits,” Jesse groaned, causing Georgia to, once again, smack him in the head. “Ow, okay. I’ll just meet you in my garage.”

“Good of you to learn to take a hint, Jess,” You rolled your eyes as he stuck his tongue out at you before Georgia literally dragged him away. You focused entirely on Connor, sighing. “Now, you’re gonna have a clean race, right? I get nervous every time you start trying to challenge Jesse.”

“I’ll be safe out there, I promise,” Connor sighed as he leaned back against your forehead and left a short kiss on your lips. “I’m always careful out there.”

“You’re a little impulsive behind the wheel,” You teased, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Am not!” Connor exclaimed with a smile as he pushed away from you and walked backward toward his garage. “Just for that, I’m gonna have the cleanest race of my career!” 

“Please do!” You shouted after him before going to Jesse’s garage.

~

“Alright, Jess,” You started off as you got situated. You looked down over the track as the cars flew past you, following the number 2. “You’re clear to move inside the 00. Keep it up and keep it clean.”

“Did you see that?!” He shouted as he moved high, just in front of Sheldon Creed. “The car’s getting loose in four.”

“Yeah, I saw the wiggle. Might need a half round in the right rear next stop,” You chuckled, sending a note to the rest of the team, “Wouldn’t want the rear end dancing around too much.”

“Feels like it. She’s fast, though. Just a little sketchy,” Jesse described, coming up on another car, “Who’s that?”

“First off, you’ve always liked 'em sketchy,” You said with a smirk, “Second, it’s Connor.”

“Not when it’s 180 into the wall, I don’t,” Jesse joked back, “Am I allowed to race him, or will you have a fit?”

“He’s fading, it’s inevitable,” You signed as you snapped your fingers. “You’re clear on the inside.”

“Got it. Tell him I’m coming with hugs and a chrome horn if he me blocks again,” Jesse said just as he moved the car out of the tracks of Connor to go on his inside. 

“Already told him your friendship expires in Turn 1,” You chuckled, shaking your head as you watched the move intently. Knowing those two, they always raced each other hard. The last thing you needed was for either of them to race each other into a wreck. Thankfully (or not thankfully, in Connor’s case), Jesse swept around the outside of the 88.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you kept up bantering back and forth with Jesse as the race went on.

“Alright, Jess. Head down, we’ll get back up there,” You comforted. “That was a shitty stop, but keep your cool, and we’ll get back in this. All you need is a caution.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jesse groaned, getting back into the right mindset.

“Aye, don’t give me attitude,” You snapped jokingly, trying to bring up his spirits. “22 laps to go, you can get back up there. We know what this number 2 can do.”

“It’s not toward you, I swear,” Jesse chuckled. At the same time, something caught your eye.

“Huge crash ahead, stay to the outside,” You said, trying to figure out who was included or what happened. “There’s a bunch of cars involved, and there’s debris everywhere. Be careful.”

“Who’s involved? That looks crazy,” Jesse said as he drove past the wreck slowly. “I see 42 and 20. At least, I think that’s who it is. There’s a couple that are completely destroyed.”

“So, yes, 42 and 20 plus 44, 25, 41, 99, 54, and…” You read off the notice until you saw the last number, “and 88.”

“Shit, what the hell happened?” Jesse couldn’t stop himself from asking as he came around the wrecks again. “I can’t even tell which’s his car! If you need to go, get out of here. I’m sure someone else on the team can take over for the last 20 laps.”

You were already a step ahead, texting Mardy for coverage, and Mardy was already sending someone over to tap you out. In this time, you also found out what happened. 

Harrison, Brandon, Anthony, and Matt were in a tight wheel-to-wheel battle when, ahead of them, Sam got a tire puncture from Brennen. Sam and Brennen ended up spinning out, taking Taylor and Connor with them. Everyone got bunched up, and somehow, Connor and Taylor ended up being the drivers most impacted as they were sent straight into the inside wall. 

Truly, it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Trust, I’m already working on it,” You replied, looking back to the track as you watched Connor climb out of the car with some assistance. “Just keep doing what you’re doing, and if you put it in the top five, I’ll buy you a beer.”

“Not only can you not buy alcohol, I don’t drink,” Jesse chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. That’s when one of your coworkers came up. Jay was training in all aspects of the team, and you had previously trained him on spotting. He was confident to cover for you.

“Fine, keep your nose clean, and I’ll…I’ll do something,” You said as you started setting Jay up with a headset and moved so that he could take over your spot. “I’m heading out. I’ll text you updates.”

With that, you took your headset off and made your way down to the medical center. You knew Connor would get checked there and, if needed, he would go to the hospital.

You don’t remember how you go to the medical center. All you remember was barely getting there in time to see Connor sitting on a gurney.

“What happened? Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Actually, does anything hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?” You asked frantically before holding up two fingers.

“Couldn’t tell ya, I guess, yeah, a few things, two,” Connor replied slowly through half-lidded eyes before trying his best to meet your eyes. “I’m alive, right?”

“For all I know, you could be a talking corpse,” You shrugged, but your eyes were still wide, and your heart was still racing. You placed both of your hands back on either side of his face before scanning down the rest of his body, stopping at his arm. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t let go of the wheel when I hit the wall,” Connor said, but it sounded like he cut himself short, almost like he was hiding something else.

“What are you not telling me?” You dragged out, finally tearing your eyes away from his oddly angled arm. “If it's something that hurts or if something’s bothering you, let me know so I can tell the staff.”

“My leg kinda hurts now that the adrenaline is wearing off,” Connor admitted as the paramedics came in to move him to the ambulance. It was standard to take drivers in big accidents to the hospital if they didn’t pass the concussion test, so you immediately knew he had a concussion at least. You gave him a look and slightly moved your leg to brush against his, causing him to wince. You lowered your gaze on him again, urging him to retry that. “Ok, maybe a lot.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” You muttered to yourself before stepping back so the paramedics could run a couple of tests before loading him into the ambulance. “I’m gonna head to your garage and grab your stuff. I’ll meet you at the ambulance. I’ll take care of everything, just chill out and focus on you for now. We’ll get you back in the car when you’re healed. I don’t need you fucking up your arm or leg for the rest of your career.”

“Are you even allowed in the ambulance? I thought it was family only,” Connor asked with a broken chuckle after you walked closer to the door.

“Oh, just say you don’t want me there,” You teased lightly as you rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder to see Connor’s wide eyes. Maybe, he couldn’t sense the sarcasm.

“No, please come,” Connor replied quickly, “I’m scared.”

“I’m sorry, that was sarcastic,” You comforted, quickly walking over to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder while also keeping mind to stay out of the way of the paramedics. “I’d never leave your side willingly.”

“But you’re about to leave right now,” Connor pointed out, glaring at you.

“To get your shit,” You defended, “And to tell your team that you’re okay. And to get your change of clothes. And maybe I was gonna get you food because hospital food is atrocious. But no, I’m leaving you forever and ever!”

“If you’re getting food, can you get Whataburger shakes?” Connor asked quietly, glancing over at you from the corner of his eyes as the paramedics started taking his blood pressure.

“That’s not food, but sure,” You sighed, leaving a kiss on the top of his head before heading back out toward the door, “Only because you’re injured.”

~~~~~

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Congratulations on graduating!! I hope that when you do your Masters that all goes well for you as well. ❤️

Thank you so much! I’m hoping it’s easier than everyone’s making it seem lol

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Lil life update for yall

I graduated! I have a BA in Forensic Psychology and a BS in Criminal Justice. I also start my Masters in a couple months.

I just got promoted from writer to podcast host! Yay!

I’m going to the F1 Hungarian GP! It’s my favorite track.

On the not so fun side, I have been too busy to write. I swear after this week, I should have more time. <3

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Ollie bearman with a rockstar!reader whos just really fucking expressive and like ride or die on media and on stage but at home is just really calm so ollie tries to figure them out on how he should make his love confession??

Sorry if it's too specific😬

Go Big or Go Home (Ollie Bearman X Rockstar! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Clearly (maybe not rockstar focused, but i love it)

Warnings: (I imagined stage presence like Sabrina Carpenter and Tate McRae, take that how you will)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1136

Summary: Ollie tries to figure out if he should go big or go home.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You were the embodiment of a “go big or go home” mentality. At least, publicly, you were. 

On stage, in front of a camera, anywhere people can see you, you always felt like it had to be all or nothing. It’s how you started your career, and you didn’t think it would look good to tone down during the height of it.

You loved what you did, and truly, you lived for it. The speakers booming around you, the thrill of performing, and the screams of the crowd, you couldn’t get enough of it. It was tiring, but you wouldn’t change anything.

You had just run off the stage after your Monaco show, and all you wanted was some clothes on. You usually started your shows in skimpy outfits and progressively took random articles off throughout the show, but now that you were in the privacy of your dressing room, you just wanted to cover up.

You closed the door to your dressing room with a sigh as you closed your eyes and leaned against the door, just needing a second to regain your breath. It was a long show. They always were. You rubbed your hands down your face as you took another breath before opening your eyes.

Standing in front of you was Ollie, your childhood best friend, holding out your comfort hoodie and sweatpants. You smiled at him before pushing yourself off the ground with a groan and taking the clothes.

“Thank you,” You muttered as you walked into the washroom and changed out of your sweaty stage outfit. You quickly jumped into the shower to rinse off, knowing you would take a full shower in the morning. Then, you got out, dried off, changed into the comfier clothes, and walked out to see Ollie lounging in your vanity chair, scrolling through his phone. As he heard the door close, he looked up at you. “Ready?”

“Yup,” Ollie said, standing up and pulling his keys from his pocket. You collected your essentials and followed him out to his car. Ollie opened the passenger side for you and held a hand out to take your bag and put it in the boot before going around and sitting in the driver’s seat. He started up the car and put it in gear before looking over at you, “Arrow Burger?”

“Yes, please,” You replied with a smile as you put your hand on the shift stick, and Ollie put his hand on top. He shifted into first gear as he pulled out of the car park and onto the street. You connected your phone to the stereo and queued up a few songs that you and Ollie enjoyed, falling into a comfortable silence.

“Where are you heading next?” Ollie questioned, glancing at you as he approached a red light. 

“I have the weekend off, so I can support you for the Monaco GP. Then I head to France for Monday and Tuesday, fly to Spain on Wednesday, and show in Barcelona on Thursday and Friday, and Madrid on Monday and Tuesday,” You listed off after double-checking on your calendar. “Are you flying out with me on Wednesday?”

“Yeah, fly out after the Tuesday show or Wednesday morning?” Ollie asked as the light changed to green, so he continued on.

“Tuesday night, it’ll be a red eye,” You clarified as Ollie pulled into a parking spot near the Arrow Burger. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out before Ollie put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving. “What’s up?”

“Can I take you out after one of your shows?” Ollie said suddenly, avoiding your eyes. “Like sit down at a nice place, just you and me, and doing whatever we want to do.”

“Is this you asking me out or making a plan?” You asked skeptically, “You know I don’t really like going out after putting on an act for so long if it’s a publicity thing.”

“Asking you out?” Ollie replied, trailing into a higher pitch toward the end. 

“You don’t sound so sure.” You narrowed your eyes at him, causing him to sigh.

“Then, yes, I’m asking you out,” Ollie said definitively this time. He noticed your hesitation and immediately reached over to grab your hand in both of his. “I know you don’t like big things normally, and this would never be a publicity thing. It’s a me caring about you and tired of being told to just ask you out by Kimi kind of thing.”

“You’re serious?” You gasped with wide eyes, struggling to wrap your head around everything.

“Deadly,” Ollie scoffed, “I have been trying to figure out how I should ask you for months. Kimi said I should have done it on stage or at the track, but I know you. You don’t like big, grand things like that. You like quiet, peaceful, intimate things.”

“Unless it’s on stage.”

“Unless it’s on stage,” Ollie agreed with a nod and smile, “So?”

“I say, instead of getting this as take away for the hotel, why don’t we just stay here and eat?” You compromised.

“I’m still taking you out somewhere fancy in France or Spain,” Ollie teased as he opened his door and ran around to your side, opening the door for you, “Mark my words.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” You flirted back, taking his hand and walking into Arrow Burger together.

A few months later, in Austin, you stood on stage after you finished singing your biggest hit, looking out at the crowd. You glanced around at everyone with a smirk as they chanted for one more song. You finally met the eyes of Ollie, who was down in the crowd for the first time. 

“You guys have been insane. Maybe I should debut a new song to close us out?” You teased with a smirk as the crowd began screaming. You bit your lip as you went into a bit of backstory, “I’ve recently come across the perfect inspiration for it, some of you may know Ollie.” The crowd erupted once again at the mention of him. You glanced down at him to see his face bright red and hidden behind his hands. You chuckled lightly, “he’s got that kind of thrill that keeps me up all night.”

The crowd, somehow, got even louder, causing you to chuckle a bit to yourself. “I’m not sure you guys can handle it. It’s pretty…bold.” You locked eyes with Ollie one last time before looking around and licking your lips, “Should I premiere it?” You got hit with a wall of sound, and you knew what you had to do. You sent one last wink toward Ollie before taking centre stage.

“This song is called Sports Car, and it’s all about a certain someone I love.”

~~~~~

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OK HERE ME OUT. POLY GRIZZY AND PEZZY WITH GN READER. BUT LIKE, THEY REALIZE ONLY. ONCE THEY ARE CUDDLING WITH BOTH OF THEM

Can I Be Selfish? (Grizzy X Reader X Pezzy)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (WHEN IS IT MY TURN?)

Warnings: Poly if that's a warning (idk anymore)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1221

Summary: Reader has a crisis, but it turns out, they can be selfish right now.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Who knows when the shift happened? You sure as hell didn’t know. One day, you moved in with some random guys you met online because they were looking for an extra flatmate. It also worked out because you were closer to school. The next, you were hanging out with them, playing video games, and going out to dinner. Then, boom! You no longer knew where the line between friendship and something more laid. 

You were conflicted because everything pop culture told you that you could only truly care about one of them, but you were having a crisis. You could not decide which one you cared about more. You loved different things about each of them, and you could not pick one. Maybe that made you selfish, but you didn’t care about that.

Grizzy made you feel safe and secure. Pezzy made you feel happy and heard. Grizzy made you feel strong and empowered. Pezzy made you feel bold and adventurous. Both of them made you feel at home and loved. How could you ever pick just one?

The real answer? You couldn’t. 

They both meant the world to you. You just couldn’t see yourself without both of them. Is that selfish?

You practically collapsed on the couch after you returned from the store. It had been weighing on your mind all day since you saw the comments on the recent podcast. You were a guest on the podcast since you were friends with all of the guys and were frequently in their videos. You let a little lore slip out that you lived with Grizzy and Pezzy before moving in with Droid and Puffer, and apparently, the way you said it made you sound “entitled” and “selfish,” as some comments said. You had no clue how living with your friends made you selfish or entitled, but okay.

You were just drained, and you wanted it all to stop for a minute. That’s why you went to the store. You thought it would get your mind off the comments. You were also out of protein powder and milk, but that was beside the point. Still, rummaging through the aisles did not help your raging mind. 

You heard a couple of doors close and some footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up, not exactly looking over the couch but more just looking at the ceiling as the only two people I could have been came down the stairs. They were arguing. 

Would you expect anything less? Not really.

“I could push you down the stairs for that shit. I’m still mad!” Grizzy complained as they got to the bottom of the stairs. “The one time I’m in first, you throw a dam blue shell!”

“For the last time,” Pezzy groaned, “It wasn’t me!”

“You were in last place! What do you mean?” Grizzy shouted back as they rounded the couch, about to throw themselves on it until they saw you. “Oh, were we too loud?”

“No, you guys are fine,” You sighed as Pezzy walked over, lifted your legs, sat on the now-unoccupied spot, and put your legs back down on his lap. Grizzy followed suit, lifting your head and shoulders to sit there instead, and laying your head back onto his lap. “It’s just stormy up here.”

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Pezzy teased lightly as he tapped your forehead. 

“It’s just…It’s stupid,” You admitted, pushing his hand away and covering your face. 

“It’s not stupid if it’s coming from you,” Grizzy comforted, pulling your hands away and running his hands down your arm. “You can tell us anything. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do,” You groaned, turning your face to hide in Grizzy’s torso, “That’s what makes it worse! I know you guys are open to anything I have to say!” 

“If this is you, getting mad that I finished your cereal, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you more,” Pezzy apologized, thinking that’s what it was about.

“No, I knew I was running low and bought more today. That’s not what this is about,” You dismissed with a wave of your hand.

“Then, what is this about?” Grizzy dragged out, glancing at Pezzy nervously before looking back down at you.

“Can I be selfish?” You asked as you nervously glazed between the two of them, “Is that allowed?”

“You can be selfish for once,” Pezzy joked but was immediately hit with a slap in the arm from Grizzy. “Ow, what the fuck, man?”

“You are the least selfish person I know,” Grizzy said seriously, putting a hand on your cheek to force you to look at him. “You can be selfish around us.”

“I always want to be around you guys, and not in the flatmate kind of way,” You muttered, not meeting either of their eyes for a second. You mustered a little bit of confidence to glance between the two. Both looked at you encouragingly, and you got that same feeling you always did.

Grizzy made you feel safe; safe to share all of your true feelings. Pezzy made you feel heard; he heard and understood what you were saying. Grizzy made you feel strong; strong enough to face the music. Pezzy made you feel bold; bold enough to let everything out.

“I wanna be with you,” You sped out nervously before taking a breath and slowing down for the second part, “both of you.”

“If you want to be with both of us, all you had to do was say it,” Grizzy finally said, leaning down to awkwardly wrap his arms around your shoulders in a weird hug, but you appreciated the effort. “Bold of you to assume we would be against that!”

“No, bold of you to assume we didn’t have something going on already,” Pezzy joked lightheartedly, causing you to finally break through in a smile. Pezzy leaned in closer, half lying down between you and the couch with his head on Grizzy’s arm. “Why do you think Grizzy is the only one to have a heart attack whenever I go for a ride?”

“Okay,” Grizzy dragged out loudly, “That’s also because I know you are stupid, and you would get in an accident.”

“Please don't,” You sobered up real quick. “I only just got both of you, and I’m not trying to lose you already. Don’t be selfish.”

“I see how it is! You can be selfish, but I can't?” Pezzy teased before turning serious, “I’ll be careful. I have something to come home to now.”

“It’s selfish to want to drive into a tree at 150 miles per hour?” Grizzy accused, side-eying Pezzy.

“Okay, chill out, both of you,” You interrupted, moving to sit up, but Grizzy just adjusted his position on the couch and pulled you back down with your back against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“We’re not going anywhere for a while,” Pezzy said, throwing an arm over your waist so you were locked between the two of them.

“What do people who just get in relationships even do? It’s been so long,” Grizzy admitted with a laugh.

“I don’t know, but I’m okay with cuddling until dinner,” You shrugged, trying your best to look back at Grizzy. 

“Can we order Whataburger?”

“I don’t think that’s what people in newly-formed relationships get.”

~~~~~

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Thank you so much for writing my Niko request <3 I loved it and the wait was worth it also no pressure to write super fast :) <3

Thank you so much! I'm so glad it was worth the wait <3

Read Beta Squad Is So Back here!

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Hi, I am the Anon who requested a Niko fic. I understand that you got rid of some of your request and I completely understand if you didn't want to write it or you were stuck on it. <3 But I was wondering if you would be willing to recycle the idea but instead write it for either Simon Minter or Harry Lewis (your choice)? Of course if not that is perfectly fine, no pressure. <3 Thank you either way. :)

Beta Squad Is So Back (Niko Omilana X Actor! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (I ended up finding the inspiration for him (it was definitely because Beta Squad's hiatus) and was able to do the original request! Thank you for being patient <3)

Warnings: None (Well, based on Squid Game)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1258

Summary: Beta Squad finally releases their first video, and there’s a surprise appearance at the end.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It’s been 8 months. 8 long and tortuous months.

Since the last Beta Squad video and the last time you and Niko saw each other face to face, that is. 

You had to be in New Zealand, filming a sequel to one of your biggest movies, and it just so happened to be when the two of you were in complete opposite timezones. You were, quite literally, 12 hours apart. Any good time for you was horrible for him and vice versa. You were barely able to have a back-and-forth conversation via text, let alone a call or Facetime.

Filming finally wrapped up, and you were ready for the well over 24-hour travel day(s) you were going to face. However, you knew it was all worth it.

As you waited to board the flight, you got a text from Sharky.

“Does Niko know you’re on your way back?” It read.

“No, planned on surprising him. Why?” You responded as you grabbed your bag to board the plane.

“Wanna be a part of a video?”

The plan was simple. The video was a play on Squid Game, and you would be dressed as the Frontman. It worked perfectly because you would have a mask on the whole time, and you had a voice changer. It was going to be the perfect surprise.

You walked up to stand in front of the boys, and you had to fight against laughing or running into Niko. You stood menacingly as they threw jokes and questions at you, but you remained blank and quiet.

“You idiots haven’t uploaded in a very long time,” You said, glaring at the boys through your mask. They couldn’t see it, but they could definitely feel it.

“That’s true,” Harry said, gesturing toward Niko.

“And now,” you continued, “You must be punished to the highest degree. Red light, you stop. Green light, you go. It’s as simple as that, but if you’re caught moving on a red light, you will be shot with a paintball gun.”

“Fuck,” One of them said under their breath.

“You will have 15 minutes to get to the other side,” You finished explaining. “Any questions?”

“That’s a long time,” The boys agreed, looking amongst each other.

“Can you take your mask off?” Niko spoke up first. You decided to let the question hang in the air for a few beats before answering.

“No,” You replied curtly.

“Where’d you get your shoes from?” Harry asked with a chuckle as some of the guys joined in.

“Your mom’s place,” You joked back. You just couldn’t resist. The boys cracked up before you cut through their laughter, “And on that note, begin.”

You walked off as the boys went to line up while you climbed to higher ground. This way, you had a view of the whole field and could call out whenever someone moved over the walkie-talkie. Unfortunately, Bradley was the first out. You didn’t even need to call that in as the others playing the guards saw him move with their own eyes. Same with Harry.

You watched intently as the players dropped like flies. You also may have broken character a bit when Sharky got out and when Niko crossed the line first. You wanted to go down and celebrate with Niko when he crossed, but no. You had a character to play, and damn it, you were gonna play it.

Then, it was time for the next game: Mingle Mingle.

You walked in from the shadows just as the boys were talking about betraying each other already. They saw you and immediately started straightening up.

“Congratulations on completing the first round,” You said coldly, “Get ready for round two: Roundabout.”

“You’re terrible with names,” Deji chuckled and the boys joined in on the horrible name.

“A number will be called out, and you must enter the room with that exact amount of people,” You sighed, deciding to disregard their teasing. “If you enter with more or less people or if you fail to enter a room at all, it will result in you losing the challenge. Any questions?”

“What happens if we lose the challenge?” Harry asked the obvious despite Deji’s hand also being up.

“You will be shot,” You replied simply.

“Not again,” Most of the guys groaned in chorus, “but we just came back to life!”

“The winner of the octopus games will win forty million fifty-six thousand pounds,” You explained.

“What pounds?” A couple of the guys muttered.

“Sudanese pounds,” You replied, unable to keep the smirk off your face.

“Ahh, that was expected,” The guys agreed.

“That’s like what,” Niko thought for a second, “Five grand?”

“You’re a smart one,” You praised jokingly as the guys laughed. “Maybe you’ll get an advantage at some point.” The guys complained for a second before you told them to spread out and let the games begin.

Unsurprisingly, Kenny was out first. You honestly wished you could go out and shoot Chunkz when he got out just because it would have been funny, but you let them play out like normal.

The next few games went without a hitch until you reached the final two. You knew the original plan was to have Niko be the frontman for the big reveal, but you had an even funnier idea.

“Congratulations, boys,” You said as you walked into the elimination box arena, “You are the two finalists. Now, get ready for the final game.”

You, Chunkz, and Gib moved to the area for Russian Roulette, and this is when you swapped places with Niko.

“Congratulations to both of you for making it to the finale,” Niko said, trying (and failing to disguise) his voice without the changer after he stopped at the podium between Chunkz and Gib. Neither finalist could keep a straight face. “Now it’s time I can..now it’s time I can reveal my true identity.”

“You’re a lot taller than I remember,” Chunkz commented, pointing a finger at the frontman before he could take the mask off.

“He’s an imposter!” You said, coming out from behind the curtain in the matching frontman attire.

“Wait, there’s two of you?” Gib shouted, pointing between the two of you.

“I have played these games before!” Niko yelled, taking the mask off and throwing it to the side. 

“And I have not!” You yelled in the same tone, throwing your mask as well. It was silent for all of two seconds before Chunkz and Niko both gasped. 

Niko immediately ran at you, taking you into his arms and lifting you off the ground. He spun you around a couple of times while the guys behind the camera started wolf-whistling and cheering the two of you on. Deciding to play it up for the camera, you cupped Niko’s face and gave him an exaggerated kiss as Deji and Bradley came out with confetti cannons.

“I thought you weren’t coming back till next week,” Niko said in shock as he set you back on the ground but kept his arms tightly around you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Surprise, surprise. Sharky wanted someone to be the frontman, and I was already planning on surprising you. This just worked out better,” You shrugged as you leaned into him more.

“As much as we love the sentimental moment here,” Chunkz ruined the moment, “we need to wrap the video up.”

“The viewers can now eat their dinner because Beta Squad is so back!” You joked to the camera. “Tune in next week for Last to Leave Solitary Confinement!”

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Anon who requested the Pedri fic. Thank you so much! I absolutely loved it, your writing is amazing and it was super cute <3

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! I'm sorry it took so long <3<3<3

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Hope you're going well :) If possible could I request a Pedri X Reader with this prompt Pedri: "If we cook it at a higher temperature it will be done sooner right?" Reader: "Do not touch the oven!" "Just stand over there looking pretty and I'll do the cooking" Just fluff with Pedri sucking at cooking and Reader not sucking at it. Feel free to change up the wording. Thank you <3

Don't Touch the Oven! (Pedri X Chef! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (hehe, i love him)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1009

Summary: Just fluff with Pedri sucking at cooking and Reader not sucking at it.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was one of those rare days when Pedri decided to treat you to dinner. Now you would think as a guy who doesn’t know how to cook, he would take you out to dinner, right? Wrong. He decided that while you were working late at your restaurant, he would make a special dinner for the two of you at your house. 

You locked the door behind you as you set your bag in the entryway before making your way into the kitchen, where you heard pots and pans banging around. You already had a ranging headache from your long day, and the last thing you wanted was to deal with cooking again. You sighed as you walked into the kitchen, taking a deep breath when you saw the mess.

The sink was filled with dishes. Random scraps were scattered around the counters. Something was boiling over on the stove. The oven was set at 300 degrees, and that’s what raised a red flag.

“Aye! Are you trying to burn everything?” You called as you ran over to turn the oven down to a safer temperature. “I don’t think I’ve ever turned this past 250. What could you possibly be cooking at that high of a temperature?”

“It’s the chorizo and rice dish your parents always make,” Pedri hesitated as he backed away from the stove with his hands in the air while you finagled with the settings. “I thought if I cooked it at a higher temperature, it would be done sooner. Was that wrong?”

“Yes,” You said quickly, but you stopped yourself from saying anything more because you didn’t want to be mean. “Higher temperatures do not help the speed of something cooking. It generally cooks it too fast, so it burns. I’m almost scared to look in the oven. How long has it been in there?”

“Maybe 10 minutes,” Pedri shrugged as he moved to grab a towel and open the door before you slapped his hand away.

“No! Do not touch the oven!” You shouted, putting your hands on his wrists and pushing them to his chest. You kept pushing him back until he reached the barstools and made him sit down. “Just sit here, looking pretty, while I do the cooking. Can you do that?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Pedri joked lightly as you narrowed your eyes at him. He immediately sank further into the seat. “I won’t move. I swear.”

“Good,” You teased back, leaving a brief kiss on his lips before going back to the stove. “Other than almost burning the house down, how was your day?” “I didn’t almost burn the house down,” Pedri scoffed just as you opened the oven, and a cloud of smoke came out. You jumped back, fanning around your face and coughing before turning to send a glare at him. “Okay, maybe I did almost burn the house down.”

“You think?” You mocked, rolling your eyes to fan out the oven and pull out the blackened…thing. You couldn’t even identify it if you tried. You knew what it was, but it was charred to a crisp. “If you hadn’t told me what this was, I would’ve assumed you made a brick.”

“Hey! That’s mean!” Pedri pouted as his eyes followed you around the kitchen while you tried to scrape the burnt food into the trash, but it was completely stuck. You gave him a look before simply dropping the entire dish into the trash. “At least I tried? I get bonus points for that, right?”

“Yes, you get points for trying,” You chuckled incredulously as you shook your head in disbelief. “I appreciate the effort, but we still need to figure out something for dinner. We also need to buy new dishes since that was our last oven dish after you broke the other ones.”

“It was an accident, I swear!” Pedri jumped up and gestured to you. “That bug came out of nowhere! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Not break my favorite glass dish, maybe?” You teased as you tried to scrape whatever he put in the post and pans off, but that was just as stuck. You sighed, opting to trash the whole set. “You’re buying me a new set, and you’re not touching it again. Got it?”

Any set you want,” Pedri replied as he walked up behind you to wrap his arms around you. He leaned his head to rest on your shoulder as you started cleaning off the cutting board and utensils in the sink. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. They were old anyway,” You comforted, leaning back against him as you dried off the utensils and put them away, “We need to figure something out for dinner tonight. I don’t feel like cooking, and I’m not trusting you in here for a while.”

“I said I was sorry!” Pedri rolled his eyes as he squeezed you tighter.

“Sorry doesn’t bring back my destroyed cookware, now does it?” You snapped back with a smirk, elbowing him to step back so that you could put the cutting board away. “Start making it up by figuring out dinner tonight.”

“Do you really trust me with that after I just almost burnt the place down?” Pedri deadpanned as he put his hands on his hips. “I can make soup!”

“Not even sure I trust you with soup,” You trailed off, drying your hands off. You mimicked his stance as you glared at him. “Let’s just go out. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with this tonight.”

“I’m sorry I added to the problem today,” Pedri apologized sincerely as he put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. “I looked and tasted fine before I put it in the oven!”

“It’s fine, it could’ve been worse,” You admitted burring your face in his shoulder. “If I came home and there was a fire in the kitchen, I would have killed you. Well, I would have tried. I think you’re too fast for me.”

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