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Drivers + Wags x Bookworm Reader

Piastri + Zneimer, Verstappen + Piquet, Albon + Muni He

In Alex + Lily, reader doesn't really get sports bc I'm projecting how I don't get golf 👍

Oscar + Lily

You first met when you and Lily kept running into eachother at your favorite bookstore

And Lily kept ranting to Oscar about the cute bookstore boy

So he came along one day

More for you than the books, but he was hooked after one look as well

After talking and having book date after book date they ask you out through an annotated book

You and Lily spend every other night cuddled up in a designated corner reading your books

Whenever Oscar feels left out he bribes the two of you to bed with tea and biscuits and cuddles

He'll listen to all your book summaries, and remember every single one, even if neither of you think he cares

The three of you also give eachother books hand picked for eachother for Christmas

It's kinda hard to shop for Oscar

They're almost always recommendations from the two of you, or about cars

But they're the only books he'll read

Color Nicole impressed

Max + Kelly

You're the librarian at P's favorite library

And she drags them to meet the 'nice man who reads all the books for her' every week

The two of them eventually give you their numbers under the guise of asking you to babysit P

And then they invite you to dinners

And all of the sudden your in their bed?

How'd you get there!

Kelly always reads whatever book you're reading so that you'll have someone to talk about it with

If you like it, she likes it, if you hate it, she hates it

Besides, audiobooks are nice for long flights or makeup sessions

Max buys you books from all over the world, in any language you speak

From local writers, or just books he notices haven't made it into your personal collection

He makes you make a list of every book you have/haven't read so that he doesn't buy you a double

P also ends up the best reader in her year

It's hard not to when she has the best teacher, who will help her read whatever book she gets her hands on

Alex + Lily

They find you in a Café while on a date and deside to flirt up a storm with you

And I mean, it's hard not to fall head over heels for these two

As soon as they find out you're a book worm, they're courting you with an onslaught of books

Authors you offhandedly mention liking, special editions of your favorite books, everything they can do to show your love

Nights consist of Lily taking over skin care for the three of you, Alex zoned out into a show on TV, and you nose deep into a book

The public finds out about you because there's always someone huddled in the corner with his nose in a book at Lily's golf matches and Alex's F1 races

Besides how hot they look doing it, sports isn't really your thing

Whenever they come to give you attention you're all ears though

All lips or whatever

In the same way they don't understand the finesse of a good romance book, the details of what club to use, or what tire didn't come naturally to you

Swing well, and go fast

That made more sense

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14

22

30

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Mildew. Inarguably the mildest threat he's faced but he just cannot stand the old man.

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

He's a healer so he prefers being a lover but he's not opposed to using medical knowledge as a weapon <3

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

He knows absolutely nothing abt moto gp (bc viking lol) but he's very happy to cheer from the sidelines regardless!

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Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

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Contestant Number 19's Introduction

updates will be tues, wed and thursday my time at 7pm aest!

love y'all

the bachelor masterlist is here

part 1 is here

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my masterlist can be accessed here

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

The sleek black car came to a graceful stop, almost too quiet for its size. It wasn’t flashy, no revving engine or tinted drama, but it exuded refinement, like whoever was inside didn’t need to announce their presence. They just were.

When the door opened, the man who stepped out did so with the kind of ease that suggested years of expectation, posture perfected by both discipline and habit. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, immaculately groomed.

His features were sharp and symmetrical, with high cheekbones and a strong, angular jawline that looked sculpted by centuries of aristocracy. His skin was smooth and glowing in the golden hour light, the faintest blush of color softening the otherwise precise structure of his face. His eyes, crystal-clear blue, cut through the distance like they were already seeking something, or someone. There was a glimmer in them: not arrogance, but knowing. Like he understood the effect he had and chose not to wield it recklessly.

His hair was styled to near-perfection, a slightly tousled crown of dark blond waves that looked like they belonged in a high-gloss editorial, or on a throne. His smile, when it came, was surprisingly warm. Wide and genuine, dimples creasing ever so slightly at the corners. It wasn’t rehearsed. It was real.

He wore a dark green short-sleeve shirt with a vibrant floral pattern, the reds and soft greens standing out against his fair skin. It was playful, modern. But it was tucked neatly into pressed beige trousers, paired with a brown leather belt and matching shoes. Effortlessly polished. Understated wealth at its finest.

He approached Y/N, standing with hands loosely clasped in front of him.

“George,” he said, extending a hand with an easy, practiced charm. “From England.”

Y/N raised a brow. “Not gonna tell me what you do, huh?”

George grinned. “It’s classified.”

Y/N chuckled. “So classified that you constantly need bodyguards, huh? I thought I was well known, but mine are at the perimeter. Yours are like two metres away. That’s gonna be awkward if I want to kiss you and they think I’m a threat. Or worse, just stand there awkwardly and watch.”

George tilted his head. “Well… should I be intrigued or concerned?”

“That’s my line,” Y/N teased. “A man of mystery. Should I be flattered or worried?”

George smirked, that glint returning to his eyes. “Depends on how dangerous you are.”

They shared a look, charged, playful, just a bit too long to be casual.

Y/N broke the moment. “Alright then, Mr. Classified. What actually brings you here? To the mansion?”

George paused, the charm softening into something more honest.

“I don’t often get to make choices for myself,” he said. “Everything in my life is planned, watched, managed. But this, this I chose. I wanted to meet someone in a way that wasn’t arranged or expected. Someone who sees me, not what I was born into.”

Y/N blinked, not expecting that kind of openness so soon. “And what would you do for a first date? If it were just us, no cameras, no titles?”

George’s answer came easily. “Horseback riding. Quiet, a little old-fashioned, but there’s something freeing about it. Out in nature, no phones. Just you, me, and the rhythm of it.”

Y/N smiled slowly. “That actually sounds kind of perfect.”

“And you?” Y/N asked, tilting his head. “If you could travel anywhere in the world?”

George’s eyes lit up. “Paris, hands down. England’s got its royal charm, sure, but Paris? There’s something about how history and romance blend there. It doesn’t try too hard, it just is. The Louvre, late-night walks, the food... the feeling.”

Y/N teased, “Are you secretly a royal historian or something? That was a whole dissertation.”

George laughed, rich and unguarded. “Let’s just say… I appreciate a bit of grandeur.”

Then, as if remembering something, he turned toward the car and opened the rear door.

“I do have something for you,” he said.

Y/N’s brows lifted. “Oh? A classified gift?”

George returned holding a small black velvet box. He opened it carefully to reveal… a crown. Not heavy or overdone, this wasn’t costume jewelry. It was elegant, minimalist. A modern take on a classic design. Polished silver, subtly adorned with tiny sapphires. A symbol, not a spectacle.

Y/N stared, genuinely speechless. “Is that…?”

“It’s not official,” George said gently, smile shy now. “But I wanted you to have it. Because tonight, you're the one holding court.”

Y/N laughed, shaking their head in disbelief. “You’re smooth, I’ll give you that.”

George offered a faint smirk. “I do try.”

The two stood there for a beat longer, the energy between them a little quieter now, a little more serious. Then George took a small step back.

“I’m not here just to win,” he said. “I’m here to find someone who gets it. Who doesn’t care about the guards or the gossip. Just… someone who sees me.”

Y/N watched him go, still holding the crown.

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(cut to Y/N’s interview)

“George. George brought me a crown. Like, an actual, wearable crown. I don’t know whether to laugh, blush, or propose right now. But seriously… it wasn’t just about the gift. It was about the thought behind it. The fact that he made me feel like the main character from the moment he stepped out of that car. He’s mysterious, but not in a guarded way, more like… someone who’s had to live behind glass walls for too long. I saw someone tonight who wants to be chosen for who he is, not what he was born into. And I don’t know... it kind of made me want to be the person who sees through all that. I expected drama. Roses. Maybe a cheesy line or two. I wasn’t expecting someone to walk in and gently turn my entire perspective upside down with a damn crown and a calm smile.”

(cut to George’s interview)

“Okay… so I gave them a crown. I know how that sounds. Dramatic, maybe even a little much. But it wasn’t about me. It was about giving them something that said: You deserve to be chosen. You deserve to be seen. I’ve spent so much of my life surrounded by tradition, by expectation. But none of it has ever really been mine. Tonight… for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was stepping into something real. Not a duty. Not an arrangement. Just… a connection. And Y/N? He didn’t treat me like a headline. He treated me like a person. That means everything.”

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don't mind me just having a breakdown on a random wednesday because i can never go home

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unusual(ish) asks <3

who’s your celebrity crush?

are you single or taken?

rant. just do it

do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

how many accounts do you have?

how many pairs of shoes do you have?

opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

how many accounts do you follow?

favorite brand of clothing?

name a dog

what unusual talent do you have?

what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

ever prank called a store?

what’s your coffee order?

what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

google the top song from the year you were born

rant about your favorite musician 

what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

describe your blog in 3-5 words

what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

can you dance? sing?

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

crowds or small groups?

how long before a trip do you pack?

what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

how old do you get mistaken for?

what do you think about a lot

do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

what does home mean to you?

what do you think you’d be arrested for?

have you ever been called down to the principals office?

post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

describe your aesthetic

answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation 

feel free to reblog or send me some if you’d like! this took forever so reblog please!

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Contestant Number 18's Introduction

updates will be tues, wed and thursday my time at 7pm aest!

love y'all

the bachelor masterlist is here

part 1 is here

---

my masterlist can be accessed here

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

The next car that pulled up didn’t roar or rev, it glided. A sleek, matte black electric supercar that mirrored the man who stepped out of it: elegant, quietly powerful, and impossible not to notice.

He moved with the kind of effortless confidence that could only come from years of navigating the world in the spotlight. His posture was impeccable, but never stiff, more like the kind of grace that came from discipline and years of self-awareness. His head held high, movements unhurried, deliberate, yet smooth.

He wore an all-black ensemble, a fitted, high-collared shirt tucked into tailored trousers, paired with minimalist black boots. No logos, no flash. Just clean lines and premium texture. On someone else, it might have looked severe. On him, it looked... refined. Unshakable.

As he approached, he took off his sunglasses, and that’s when Y/N saw them: his eyes. Deep brown, alert, magnetic. There was something both intense and kind behind them, like he was always watching, always thinking, deciding what pieces of himself to share.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and even, with that unmistakable British cadence. “I’m Lewis.”

Y/N’s smile flickered, equal parts intrigued and caught off guard by the man’s composed presence. “Nice to meet you, Lewis.”

“Likewise,” he said, offering a faint but warm smile, the kind that didn’t need to be wide to be felt. It was a smile that made promises: of intelligence, of depth, of something real underneath the surface.

Y/N gave him a curious look. “Tell me about yourself.”

“I’m 38, from the UK,” he said, hands loosely in his pockets, “and I’m a model.”

He let the title sit in the air, though something about the way he said it made Y/N feel like there was more, a lot more, behind the label.

“Do you like to travel?” Y/N asked.

Lewis nodded thoughtfully. “I do. I’ve done a lot of it because of work. But even now, it still surprises me, how much of the world there is to see. India’s on my list. So is Nepal, I’d love to see Everest up close. And Africa... not just the cities, but the deep, open landscapes. The quiet out there. I think I’d like that.”

Y/N looked at him for a beat, then said softly, “There’s a lot of stuff I wanna do too. I’m always worried I’m not gonna have enough time.”

Lewis tilted his head, gaze steady. “Then let’s not waste any. Can I have the opportunity to help you cross something off your list?”

The question came so calmly, so sincerely, that Y/N was momentarily speechless.

Regrouping, he chuckled. “You always this smooth?”

Lewis offered the faintest smirk. “Only when it counts.”

Y/N leaned in slightly. “Okay, here’s a big one. Do you want to have kids in the future?”

Lewis didn’t blink. “I love my niece and nephew. They keep me grounded. I haven’t mapped it out, exactly, not in terms of timelines, but if having a family is something you’re passionate about, I’d like to talk about it. I’m open. I’m just... thoughtful with big commitments. I don’t rush them.”

It wasn’t rehearsed. It wasn’t dodging. It was honest. That kind of thoughtful pause before giving a real answer? That said a lot more than a yes or no ever could.

“So, what actually brings you here?” Y/N asked. “I mean… here, to the mansion?”

Lewis took a quiet breath. “I’ve spent a long time focusing on my work. Achieving, building. But real connection? That’s rarer. And harder to find in my world. So, I’m here because I’m open to this. To you. To something unexpected that might actually matter.”

The air between them shifted. It was subtle, but Y/N felt it, a deeper thread starting to pull taut.

“So…” he added, smiling again, “what would your ideal first date with me look like?”

Lewis’s smile returned, warmer now. “I heard you love marine life. So I’d like to take you to an aquarium, one of the big ones, like the oceanographic museum in Monaco or that underwater tunnel in Japan. Or maybe a museum dedicated to water, they exist, you know.”

He paused, then added, “And maybe dinner after. Somewhere quiet. Nothing loud. Just us.”

Y/N was about to speak again, when Lewis reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small, black envelope. He held it out.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked, surprised.

“A gift,” he said plainly. “Two tickets to the Met Gala. I had them set aside. Wasn’t sure I’d use them this year. But... if you wanted to come with me, or even bring someone else, if things don’t go my way, I’d still like you to have them.”

Y/N blinked, stunned. “Wait, seriously? These are, this is insane.”

Lewis shrugged, almost sheepishly. “I know it’s extravagant. But I figured… if I’m going to show up for something real, I might as well show up fully.”

There was a beat of silence. Not awkward, just heavy with meaning.

“And finally,” Y/N said softly, “if you could travel anywhere in the world right now…?”

Lewis didn’t hesitate. “Tokyo. Hands down. It’s got this energy that’s unlike anywhere else, futuristic, but still rooted in tradition. The fashion, the pace, the culture... I think it’d be amazing to experience that with someone who really sees it, not just scrolls through it.”

Y/N smiled, tucking the envelope under their arm. “You’re... something else.”

Lewis gave a soft laugh. “So are you.”

(cut to Y/N’s interview)

“Okay... Met Gala tickets? Like, what?? But here’s the thing, Lewis isn’t flashy. He’s smooth, yeah, but it’s not about impressing people. It’s… deliberate. Thoughtful. Everything he said felt like it came from him, not some idea of who he’s supposed to be. I didn’t expect to feel so seen in that moment. It wasn’t about the tickets. It was that he listened. He really listened. And that… yeah. That hit different.”

(cut to Lewis’ interview)

“I didn’t come here to play a part. I came here as myself. I know what I’ve achieved in life, but that’s not what I lead with. Nothing matters if there’s no real connection. And with Y/N… There’s a presence there. Grounded. Curious. Real. The kind of person you lean toward without realizing. I don’t give out Met Gala tickets casually. That was intentional. I wanted them to know I see their worth, whether I’m chosen or not.”

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me: doing a httyd rewrite with my oc, coming up with a new island and tribe and creating an elaborate backstory, having plot points (even if they're vague) set up for pretty much the whole franchise, already written nearly 10k words in less than four chapters and still hyperfixated on it

my f1 WIPs/to-dos: ... am i a fucking joke to you

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Knowing I have opinions that sometimes make me enemy territory to my mutuals 🤝 knowing my mutuals have opinions that occasionally make them enemy territory

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Nicole calling Oscar out 😭

from this video

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vcarbs lip syncs have won me over it seems

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i would sincerely go back to tell little vinnie that growing up was not worth it and he should just go be a kid

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fuck Brad Pitt this is OUR old man F1 driver:

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anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

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Contestant Number 17's Introduction

updates will be tues, wed and thursday my time at 7pm aest!

love y'all

the bachelor masterlist is here

part 1 is here

---

my masterlist can be accessed here

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

The next arrival stepped out of the car with a quiet kind of confidence, the kind that didn’t need grand gestures or theatrics. The late afternoon sun caught the soft waves of his dark brown hair, tousled just enough to suggest he hadn’t tried too hard, though every strand seemed to fall into place with effortless charm.

His features were sharp, yet softened at the edges by youth and warmth, high cheekbones that caught the light, a strong jawline that added gravity to his otherwise relaxed appearance. There was a sun-kissed flush to his skin, like he’d just returned from sailing off the Côte d’Azur. His smile was gentle but bright, the kind that lit up his whole face, crinkling at the corners of his hazel eyes in a way that felt instantly familiar. Like he’d already seen you smile, and liked it.

He wore a dark green button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled casually to his elbows, paired with well-fitted beige trousers. A brown leather belt pulled it all together with a touch of polish, while dark brown shoes gave him a grounded, understated elegance. It was effortless, clean, and quietly sophisticated, much like him.

He walked toward Y/N with a slight bow of the head, the grin never leaving his face.

“Bonjour! Je m’appelle Arthur.”

The French lilt in his accent was subtle but unmistakable, velvety, the kind of sound that made you lean in just to hear more.

Y/N smiled. “Arthur, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone make beige trousers look that good.”

He laughed, slightly bashful. “Merci. I try.”

“Tell me about yourself,” Y/N said, their curiosity piqued.

Arthur slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging one shoulder lightly. “I’m 24. I’m from Monaco. I work as a model,” he added with a dry little grin.

“So… what actually brings you here? Like, to the mansion?” Y/N asked, eyes narrowing playfully.

He met their gaze for a beat longer before answering. “I’ve learned that connection doesn’t always happen when or where you expect it to. I’m here to be open. And honest. And hopefully… to find something real.”

It was a simple answer, but the way he said it made it feel like the most sincere thing in the world.

Arthur’s hand shifted slightly, revealing something he’d been holding behind his back, an envelope.

“I actually brought something for you,” he said, holding it out.

Y/N took it with curiosity. “A letter?”

Arthur laughed quietly. “Not quite. They’re tickets. My agent just confirmed I’ll be walking at New York Fashion Week this fall. I have a couple of extras.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You’re giving me fashion week tickets?”

Arthur gave a small shrug, his smile turning a bit shy. “It’s just… if we don’t end up together, maybe you can still go, bring whoever you do choose. I wanted to show you that even if things don’t go my way, I still want to support you.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the kindness. “Wow. That’s... actually really thoughtful.”

“I’d love it if you did choose me,” Arthur added, more quietly now. “But I’d like to think that no matter what happens, we could be friends.”

There was a beat of silence before Y/N nodded slowly. “You’re full of surprises, Arthur.”

“Hopefully the good kind,” he replied, a glint of hope in his eyes.

“So,” Y/N asked, smile returning, “first date ideas, go.”

Arthur brightened. “There’s a spa not far from here. Quiet, peaceful. I thought maybe… we could start there? Or, if you’d prefer, I packed a picnic. It’s nothing fancy, just fresh bread, olives, a little cheese. Something simple.”

Y/N tilted their head, clearly impressed. “Spa or picnic. That’s such a Euro answer. I kind of love it.”

Arthur chuckled. “What can I say? I like things that give you space to talk. To just… be.”

Y/N leaned forward a bit. “Alright then. One more. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?”

Arthur didn’t hesitate. “Milan,” he said. “It’s like Monaco, glamorous, full of life, but with a bit more edge. The energy, the fashion scene, the pace… I could see myself living there. It's a city that doesn’t ask you to slow down, it dares you to keep up.”

Y/N smiled at that, tucking the tickets into their jacket. “Something tells me you’ve never had a problem keeping up.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. “Not when I know what I want.”

(cut to Y/N’s interview)

“Arthur is... smooth in a very non-obvious way. Like, he walks in and you think, okay, here’s this polished, very put-together Monaco guy. But then he opens his mouth and you realize he’s thoughtful and grounded, and genuinely kind. That’s rare. The whole New York Fashion Week thing? That was unexpected. And generous. But the part that really stuck with me was that he offered it even if things don’t work out with us. That’s... mature. And honestly kind of refreshing. I wasn’t expecting to feel that connection this quickly. And yeah, it wasn’t flashy or dramatic, but it felt real. Which, in this setting? That’s kind of the biggest surprise of all.”

(cut to Arthur’s interview)

“I was nervous, honestly. Not because I didn’t know what to say, but because… I didn’t want to come on too strong. I’m not the loudest guy in the room, I don’t compete with noise. But I believe in intention, and I hope Y/N felt that. I meant what I said about staying friends, even if this doesn’t work out for me. But... yeah. I also meant it when I said I’d really like to be the one Y/N chooses. There’s something about them, it felt natural, like we were already halfway into the next conversation before the first one ended. And hey, if all else fails, at least I’ll see them at Fashion Week, right?”

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