#A gym with a ✨view✨

[shannonsketches]

Worth noting that in the subbed version of DBS Broly, Bulma mentions buying that island for them to train on ‘many years ago,’ but Trunks is still only about 10-11, which implies she gifted Vegeta that island to train on during the 7 year gap.

[cheftsunoda]

Hello! 🧚🏼

I'm not sure if you have any specific rules or guidelines when it comes to requesting, however I absolutely adore all of your poly fics and I've reread them so often! I'm just wondering if you'd ever consider doing a Yuki x Pierre x Reader? I'm open to anything with them honeslty. Your writing is so so good!! <3

If you aren't okay with it, that's absolutely no worries at all! ⭐️✨

(anything for you baby doll) (u made me blush and i hope you enjoy the fic)

haute and bothered — pg10 + yt22

smau + blurbs

pierre gasly x !hadjar fashion editor reader x yuki tsunoda

isack hadjar x !older sister fashion editor reader

YN Hadjar is Vogue France’s sharpest editor and the undisputed definition of elegance. A force in the fashion world, she’s used to front rows, flashing cameras, and never being the one caught off guard. But when she crosses paths with her younger brother’s teammate and his best friend at a fashion event, a playful request for style advice quickly unravels into something far more complicated—and far more intoxicating.

fc : aylin elma + various pinterest gals

before you read! : isack + yuki are still teammates for plot purposes— thank u, love u, bye

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isackhadjar : how about to come see your little brother and go to one of his races? 🙄

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↳ yn_hadjar : we are literally going to the same event tonight and i’ve cleared my weekend for you. can we please keep the dramatics to a minimum?

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yn_hadjar : he goes out of his way to read my editorials. do you???

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{caption 1 : @/hugo_official event tonight} {caption 2 : someone tell him to take this off and put on what i pick out before i disown him.}

olliebearman : just disown him and adopt me as your brother

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yn_hadjar : you look like a gym teacher not like you’re about to be on a red carpet representing your team.

isackhadjar : fine then what event would you approve this outfit for

yn_hadjar : save it for your mid life crisis era

visacashapprb : thank you for making him change, yn.

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yukitsunoda0511 : can’t wait for my styling class you promised :)

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yn_hadjar : can’t wait for that meal you promised to make me after

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I didn’t knock. I stormed into Isack’s hotel room like a woman on a mission—because I was. We had exactly ninety minutes until the Hugo event, and if my beloved younger brother showed up looking like a clown, it would somehow reflect badly on me. And sure enough, the universe really said, “Let’s test her.” I stopped cold. He turned around slowly, like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he knew exactly what he’d done.

“Isack.”

He was wearing a shiny, deep red satin shirt, only half-buttoned, tucked into chaotically patterned pants that clashed so hard I actually squinted. And to top it all off? White Oakleys. Inside.

“What. The hell. Are you wearing.”

He gave me the most infuriating smile known to man. “It’s giving ‘fashion-forward driver off-duty,’ no?”

“It’s giving ’man lost in the sale bin at a Las Vegas souvenir shop.’” I walked in and tossed my bag on the bed. “Take. It. Off.”

"YN. Come on. It's kind of iconic."

“It’s kind of traumatic.”

He laughed, clearly proud of himself. “I wanted to see how mad I could make you before you threatened violence.”

“You’re so lucky we share DNA.”

I yanked open the garment bag hanging on the back of the door and pulled out the actual look he was supposed to wear— tailored black trousers, the clean charcoal turtleneck, and that sharp Hugo jacket that made him look like he belonged in a campaign. My campaign.

“You’re wearing this. Non-negotiable.”

“Jeez. Do you treat all your models like this?”

“No. Just the ones who try to show up to a luxury fashion event dressed like Pitbull’s stylist during a midlife crisis.”

He muttered something under his breath as he started unbuttoning the shirt, but I was too busy hiding a smile to care. Honestly, I didn’t know what was waiting for us downstairs or who else would be there. I just knew that if Isack made his red carpet debut in that outfit, I’d have to resign from fashion entirely. And that was simply not an option.

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The Hugo event was in full swing by the time we arrived—cameras flashing, music pulsing, champagne being passed around like water. Isack, thankfully, looked decent in the outfit I’d forced him into. Better than decent, actually. Smug little bastard knew it too. We stepped inside the venue and he immediately peeled off to talk to someone from the team. I stayed behind near the bar, doing a lazy scan of the room. Models, stylists, influencers, the usual mix. I was half-distracted answering an email when I heard Isack’s voice again—closer this time.

“YN,” he said, a little too casually. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

I looked up. Next to him stood Yuki Tsunoda, who I recognized from the grid but had never actually met. He was dressed immaculately—double-breasted navy suit, crisp collar, Hugo brooch pinned just so. And standing beside him, just slightly behind, was Pierre Gasly. All charm and smirk, wearing that kind of black turtleneck that only worked when you were French and stupidly handsome.

Yuki gave me a polite smile. “Hi. Teammate-slash-regretful Oakley enabler.”

I blinked, caught off guard by how quick he was. “So you’re the one who told him the sunglasses were a good idea.”

Yuki nodded solemnly. “I can’t be trusted before 6 p.m.”

I laughed—genuinely. “Well. At least you’re self-aware.”

Isack, annoyingly pleased with himself, gestured between us. “YN, Yuki. Yuki, YN. This is my very controlling older sister. She works at Vogue. Bosses people around. Yells at me a lot.”

“I keep him alive,” I corrected.

Yuki’s eyes twinkled. “She yells fashionably.”

Pierre stepped forward then, offering his hand. “And I’m just the plus-one. Pierre.”

“Vogue France,” I replied, shaking it with a tilt of my head. “YN Hadjar. And no one is just the plus-one if they wear a turtleneck that well.”

He grinned, teeth flashing. “Merci. I dressed to impress.”

“You succeeded.”

Isack groaned like we were already too much. “I shouldn’t have introduced any of you. I can feel the ego growing in the room.”

“Relax,” I said, taking a flute of champagne from a passing tray. “If anything, this might be the most normal group here.”

Yuki raised his glass. “Cheers to that.”

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The party had started to blur. Most of the photographers had cleared out, the music had slowed to something low and hypnotic, and people were either drunk, half-asleep on velvet couches, or deep in conversation with whoever they were hoping to leave with. I’d lost Isack about an hour ago—probably cornered by a PR rep or sneaking off to find sliders. I was tucked into a quieter corner of the venue, perched on a velvet bench with a glass of wine in hand, shoes dangling from my fingers. And somehow—like gravity knew exactly what it was doing—Yuki and Pierre ended up there with me. They’d brought more drinks. I wasn’t even sure when they left to get them.

“This is your version of relaxing?” Pierre asked, settling in beside me with one arm stretched along the back of the booth. His thigh brushed mine casually—but it stayed there. “Watching the fashion crowd fall apart after midnight?”

“It’s better than the Met Gala,” I teased, swirling the wine in my glass. “No one’s pretending to be sober.”

Yuki laughed, sitting on my other side, close enough for our shoulders to touch. “You really know everyone in this world, don’t you?”

“I’m paid to,” I said, shrugging. “It’s part of the job. Know the faces, the designers, the drama. And make sure the magazine doesn’t implode.”

Pierre leaned in slightly, eyes warm. “So what happens when we ask you for your professional opinion?”

I arched a brow. “You mean you’re not just here for the free champagne and Isack’s tragic outfit reveal?”

Yuki smirked. “That was worth the invite alone.”

Pierre tilted his head. “But seriously. If someone… let’s say two very handsome drivers, wanted to evolve their wardrobes. Less teamwear, more… effortless Parisian heartthrob—could you help?”

I looked between the two of them—Pierre’s charming grin, Yuki’s quiet curiosity. The idea was ridiculous. And kind of… adorable.

“You want me to style you?” I asked, pretending to sound skeptical, even as something fluttered in my chest.

Pierre gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Why not? You have the eye. And we trust your taste.”

Yuki added, voice a little softer now, “We trust you.”

That—that—was what did it. The way he said it. Like it wasn’t a throwaway line. I let the silence sit for a second, the energy shifting in that charged, unspoken way you don’t quite want to look at too directly.

“Fine,” I said, lifting my glass. “But if I style you, you have to give me full control. No last-minute Oakleys. No sneakers with suits. No team caps unless we’re on a track.”

Pierre lifted his glass to mine. “Deal.”

Yuki smiled, slow and sure. “As long as you’re the one undressing us.”

I choked on my wine.

Pierre smacked him lightly on the shoulder, laughing while very pointedly not denying anything. And me? I just sat there between them, flushed and flustered, fully aware I might be in so much trouble. And maybe… maybe I didn’t mind one bit.

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The fitting studio I booked was quiet—no interns, no stylists, no chaos. Just warm lighting, racks of carefully curated looks, a stack of espresso cups on the side table, and two very smug drivers sprawled across the velvet couch like they were born for it.

“Okay,” I said, clapping once for drama. “Fashion boot camp begins now.”

Pierre stretched his arms behind his head. “I’m ready to be transformed.”

Yuki leaned back with that deceptively innocent look on his face. “Are you going to watch us change, or…?”

“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered under my breath, already pulling hangers from the rack.

I handed Yuki a dark forest green suit with a satin lapel and shoved Pierre a moody charcoal turtleneck and tailored check trousers. They disappeared behind the curtain with too many smirks and zero urgency, clearly enjoying how flustered I already was. Pierre stepped out first, tugging the sleeves into place, and honestly? He looked unfairly good. Like something from a magazine I’d kill to shoot for.

He turned in front of the mirror, then looked at me over his shoulder. “Well?”

I crossed my arms. “Could use a belt.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You gonna help me with that too?”

Before I could answer, Yuki appeared—and my mouth actually fell open.

The suit fit like it was tailored to his existence. Clean lines, sharp collar, a single undone button at the top. He noticed my stare immediately.

“Too much?” he asked, feigning bashfulness.

I blinked. “It’s… dangerous, actually.”

Yuki smirked, stepping closer. “Dangerous how?”

“Dangerous like I might start taking back my professionalism clause.”

Pierre came to stand on my other side. “Remind me—did that clause include hands-on adjustments?”

He was teasing, but there was something in the air now. He was close. They both were. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of them, smell their cologne. It was suddenly hard to focus on fashion.

“You’re both ridiculous,” I muttered, reaching to adjust the lapel on Yuki’s jacket, fingers brushing his chest. He didn’t move. Then I turned to Pierre, smoothing the shoulder seam, just barely grazing his collarbone. He didn’t move either.

“You’re blushing,” Yuki said softly, and I hated that he was right.

“You’re both standing way too close,” I whispered.

“Maybe we like it here,” Pierre replied, voice low, steady.

It hit me then—how easy this had become. The three of us in a quiet studio, skin brushing, laughter on our lips, heat simmering just below the surface. I had invited them here to play stylist, to stay in control. But somewhere in the middle of the zippers and buttons and side glances, I’d lost my upper hand. And for once… I didn’t really care.

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I was trying to play it cool. Trying to pretend I didn’t just spend the last hour dressing two of the most dangerously attractive men alive and getting thoroughly wrecked by the way they looked in my clothes. Professionally speaking, of course. But then Pierre ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the mirror like he belonged in a Saint Laurent campaign, and Yuki looked at me with that quiet, unreadable expression of his—the one that always made me feel like he already knew what I was thinking.

“You didn’t give us a grade,” Pierre said. “On our final looks.”

I exhaled, tucking my phone back into my pocket. “You passed. Barely.”

Yuki grinned. “That sounds like a dinner-worthy score.”

I looked between them. “You want to go to dinner like this? Fully styled?”

Pierre tilted his head. “You did say no team caps. We’re trying to be on our best behavior.”

Yuki stepped closer, casual but intentional. “Come on. We’ll feed you. You’ve been working hard. You’ve earned a glass of wine that doesn’t taste like it came from the Hugo party’s gift bag.”

I raised a brow. “Are you bribing me with carbs and alcohol?”

Pierre smiled slowly. “Is it working?”

It was. God, it so was. And maybe it was the lighting or the way they were both looking at me—equal parts challenge and invitation—but suddenly dinner didn’t feel like just dinner. It felt like… the next page of something we weren’t ready to name yet. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, fighting a smile. “Fine. But if we’re going out, you’re both paying. For emotional labor. And trauma. From Isack’s outfit this morning.”

Yuki laughed. “Fair.”

Pierre offered his arm like a damn movie character. “Lead the way, Hadjar.”

I took it—of course I did—and let Yuki fall into step beside me. And as the three of us stepped out into the night, our reflections in the shop window caught my eye. We looked good together.

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Dinner was supposed to be normal. A low-key place tucked into a side street in the 7th arrondissement. Candlelight flickering against the windows, soft jazz humming in the background, and a little corner table that Pierre insisted on—for privacy, he said with a wink. I’d let them order for me. I was too busy trying to process what exactly this was. A friendly dinner? A thank-you? A tease? I didn’t know. But I was wearing heels again. And lip gloss. So it wasn’t nothing.

Pierre had undone the top two buttons of his shirt, gold chain peeking through. Yuki looked effortless in a crisp white tee under a jacket I hadn’t even realized I picked for him earlier. They looked like trouble. Like my trouble. Conversation was easy—almost too easy. Laughter flowing, legs brushing occasionally beneath the table. We talked about the grid, my job, fashion week disasters, and how Yuki once fell asleep mid-photoshoot.

“I was jet-lagged,” he said, totally unapologetic.

Pierre chuckled. “The stylist threatened to cry. He still follows Yuki on Instagram.”

Yuki smirked, taking a sip of wine, and then leaned toward me just a little. “Would you cry if we fell asleep during a fitting?”

“I’d make sure you didn’t wake up in anything flattering,” I shot back.

That earned a soft laugh—and then, casually, effortlessly, Yuki let his hand fall under the table. And found my knee. My brain short-circuited. It wasn’t a graze. It wasn’t an accident. His fingers curled lightly just above the hem of my skirt, warm and unhurried. Just… there. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just… interested. I swallowed. Pierre didn’t notice at first. He was halfway through a story about a party and a very confused DJ. But then his gaze drifted down. He saw the way I shifted in my seat, just slightly. The way Yuki’s hand stayed. And his expression changed. Slowly. He smirked. Looked back up at me.

“You okay?” he asked, innocently.

I cleared my throat. “Mhm. Wine’s strong.”

Pierre leaned closer, voice low. “Is it the wine… or the company?”

I didn’t answer. Because Yuki was tracing slow, gentle circles against my thigh now, his face unreadable, like we weren’t in a room full of people. Pierre’s foot tapped mine under the table. Light. Intentional. Okay. So I wasn’t imagining this. I set down my fork, took a long sip of wine, and smiled—sweet, measured, practiced.

“Both,” I said. “Obviously.”

They didn’t push. Not yet. Just sat back, smug and satisfied, the tension between us like a stretched silk ribbon, ready to snap. And I realized then—this dinner wasn’t just dinner.

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The air outside had that warm, early summer weight to it—the kind that clung to your skin like a secret. We left the restaurant slowly, like no one wanted to break whatever fragile thing had formed between the wine and the way Yuki’s hand lingered on my thigh. Pierre walked on my right, close enough that our arms brushed every few steps. Yuki was on my left, quiet but there, his hand grazing the small of my back as we waited for the crosswalk light to change. Paris looked soft at night. Golden. But the silence between us buzzed with anything but calm.

“You live around here?” Pierre asked casually, like he didn’t already know from the reservation name and the way I’d reflexively glanced down the street.

“Mhm,” I replied, lips curled just slightly. “About five minutes.”

Yuki looked over. “We could walk you.”

“You are walking me.”

“Then maybe we finish the job.”

I bit back a smile. When we reached my building, I stopped on the steps, keys dangling between my fingers. They both turned toward me, waiting. Expectant, but never pushing.

“You could come up,” I said carefully, not looking at either of them yet. “Just for a bit. If you want.”

Pierre tilted his head, slow grin spreading. “Are you inviting us up because you want help reorganizing your closet?”

I looked at him. “I’m inviting you up because I had dinner with two men who managed to flirt, emotionally destabilize me, and look criminally good in every outfit I styled. So. No. Not for the closet.”

Yuki’s smile was softer. But his eyes held something heavier. “We don’t have to come in.”

I finally met his gaze. “I know.”

And I did. That was the thing. There was no pressure here—just possibility. The kind of quiet, magnetic maybe that I’d spent years writing off. But tonight? With them? It didn’t feel like a risk. It felt inevitable. I pushed the door open. And when I looked back over my shoulder, they were already following me in—Pierre with that devil-may-care confidence, Yuki with that quiet steadiness that somehow made me feel safer than I expected.

I closed the door behind us, letting the soft click of the lock settle between us. Pierre wandered further in, glancing around with casual curiosity—his fingertips dragging across the back of my sofa like he was trying to read the room through touch. Yuki stayed near the door. Watching me. Always watching.

“You really live like a Vogue editor,” Pierre murmured, picking up a coffee table book and flipping it open. “Minimalist. Expensive.”

“I try,” I said, leaning against the entry wall, pulse fluttering under my skin. “Want the tour?”

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “You offering… the apartment? Or something else?”

I blinked at him, and something must’ve shifted in my face, because he smiled like he already knew my answer.

“I don’t play games,” I said, quieter this time.

Pierre had crossed the room by then. He was in front of me before I realized how fast he’d moved, his hand ghosting along my hip. “Good. Because I’m not here to waste time.”

Yuki came closer too—slow and measured. His fingertips grazed mine as he passed me, just a brush, but I felt it in my spine.

“I just want to make sure you want this,” he said, voice low. “That this isn’t about wine or adrenaline or proving a point.”

I looked at him. Then Pierre. Two different energies. One storm. One fire. And somehow, I wanted to get lost in both.

“I invited you up, didn’t I?” I asked.

Pierre smiled like I’d handed him something precious. He leaned in first—his lips brushing mine, warm and teasing. Not claiming. Just tasting. Yuki’s hand slid up the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. His kiss came next. Slower. Like he had all night. Like I could take as long as I needed to decide. But I didn’t need long. I reached for both of them—tugging Pierre closer by his shirt, letting Yuki pull me against his chest, our bodies finding a rhythm I hadn’t even realized we’d been building all night. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy. It was intentional. Lips on my neck. Fingers on my waist. The kind of warmth that blooms low in your belly and makes you forget your own name. Somehow we made it to the bedroom without breaking apart too long. Jackets hit the floor. Pierre’s chain dangled against my skin. Yuki’s voice whispered things in Japanese that I didn’t understand but felt in my bones. They treated me like something rare. Reverent. Like I was the thing they’d both been waiting for. And when everything finally faded into soft moans and tangled limbs, when my skin was flushed and my breath shaky, I realized—This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about belonging.

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chanelofficial : always timeless 🩷🤍

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The desert stretched out endlessly beneath a blazing sky, waves of sand rolling like golden ocean tides. The sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows and painting everything with a soft, honeyed glow. Yuki, Pierre, and I had escaped the noise of the city for a few hours, trading skyscrapers for silence and luxury for raw nature. We stopped the jeep on the crest of a dune, and the world felt impossibly vast and quiet. The wind whispered through the sand, carrying a scent of earth and something wild. I kicked off my shoes, letting the warm grains sift between my toes. Pierre pulled a blanket from the back of the jeep and spread it out. We settled down close, the three of us a small island of warmth in the wide, empty desert. Yuki reached out and took my hand, fingers threading together naturally, as if this had always been meant to be.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmured, eyes soft in the fading light.

I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder. Pierre draped an arm around both of us, and suddenly the desert didn’t feel so big anymore. It felt like home. As the sun sank lower, the sky exploded into color—pinks, oranges, and purples bleeding into one another. We sat in comfortable silence, watching the horizon burn and cool at once. Yuki whispered something funny, and Pierre laughed, the sound low and warm. The first stars began to blink awake above us, shy at first, then confident, until the entire sky was a glittering dome. I felt their hands tighten around mine, grounding me in that perfect moment. The desert was endless and timeless, but right there, wrapped in their arms, I knew exactly where I belonged.

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The soft chime of the boutique’s doorbell barely registered as I stepped inside, still savoring the warmth of the Dubai sun on my skin. Yuki and Pierre followed close behind, both grinning like they were up to something—which, knowing them, they definitely were.

I was halfway through scanning the latest collection when Pierre’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Hey, have you seen that new limited edition bag from [your favorite designer]? The one with the gold clasp and the little pearls?”

I laughed, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s beautiful, but honestly, a little impractical.”

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “Says the Vogue editor who probably writes about impractical all the time.”

Pierre winked. “We know you’ve been drooling over it for months.”

I tried to brush it off, but my heart sped up. I hadn’t said much—it was just a tiny detail I’d mentioned once, months ago, during a dinner with Yuki and Pierre. I never expected them to remember. Yuki tugged me toward a quiet corner of the boutique, where a sleek black box rested on a velvet cushion. My breath caught. Pierre opened the box slowly, revealing the bag—exactly the one I’d admired in magazines, the one I’d secretly dreamed of owning.

“Surprise,” Pierre said softly, watching my face light up.

I stared, speechless, the words caught somewhere between shock and joy.

“You actually remembered,” I finally whispered.

Yuki chuckled, sliding an arm around my waist. “Of course we did. You’re kind of hard to forget.”

I reached out, touching the bag like it was something fragile, something magical. “This is… you guys didn’t have to.”

Pierre grinned. “We wanted to.”

I laughed, eyes glossy, heart full. “You two are seriously impossible. But I love you for it.”

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The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the table, casting warm shadows on crystal glasses and polished silverware. The restaurant was quiet, tucked away in a secluded corner of the hotel, and for once, the world outside felt miles away. Yuki reached across the table, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was tender, deliberate, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Pierre caught my hand next, his fingers curling around mine with a quiet strength that grounded me. The way they both looked at me—like I was the only person in the room—made my heart swell.

“So,” Pierre said softly, voice low and steady, “how does it feel? Being spoiled by us?”

I laughed, eyes shimmering. “Like I’m living in a dream I never want to wake up from.”

Yuki’s grin was slow, mischievous. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

We talked through the courses, sharing stories and stolen glances. Every laugh, every brush of skin, pulled us closer. There was something electric in the way their hands found mine under the table—light touches that spoke of promises and possibilities.

Later, as the waiter cleared the plates, Yuki leaned in, whispering, “You make even the quietest moments feel unforgettable.”

Pierre’s eyes softened as he added, “We want to be part of your every moment, YN.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling overwhelmed with everything and nothing all at once. This wasn’t just a dinner. It was a beginning.

“I want that, too,” I whispered back. “With both of you.”

Yuki’s smile was pure warmth. Pierre’s fingers tightened around mine.

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Things looked a little extra on the fashion front this morning—coincidence? We think not. @/yn_hadjar, Vogue France’s top editor (and big sister to Isack Hadjar), is in the paddock today… and suddenly the boys remembered what a steamer is. We spotted more linen, more color, and more intentional fits than we’ve seen all season. Let’s just say—if this is the YN Hadjar effect, we are absolutely here for it. Fashion queens, please stand up.

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username0 : ISACK-omg. @/yn_hadjar...do you want a sister in law??

↳ yn_hadjar : if you take over the duty of steaming his clothes...welcome to the fam

username15 : aw yn and ollie!! he rlly is her favorite rookie

↳ yn_hadjar : that's my boy. i don't play about him.

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username10 : it isn't the YN effect for Yuki and Pierre- it's the girlfriend effect.

liked by yn_hadjar, yukitsunoda0511 and pierregasly

username10 : OH MY GHDFNDKJ

isackhadjar : she held me down and threatened me to put on what she picked out.

↳ yn_hadjar : and clearly i did you a favor bc there is a comment section full of women waiting for you

isackhadjar : fair

oscarpiastri : yn i did not get the memo that you were here today. pls don't hurt me

↳ yn_hadjar : i forgive you

yukitsunoda0511 : she literally dressed me this morning so yes it is because of yn. everyone say thank you, yn!!

liked by yn_hadjar, pierregasly and f1gossipgirls

pierregasly : it is common courtesy to look good for someone as beautiful as yn

liked by yn_hadjar and yukitsunoda0511

↳ isackhadjar : barf. she is just my sister. not god.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 : ive seen god and god is a woman.

liked by yn_hadjar and pierregasly

username8 : YUKIIIIBD :fj

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yn_hadjar

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yn_hadjar : so cutesy

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isackhadjar : ollie and i carried this post

liked by yn_hadjar

↳ isackhadjar : also why are you letting random men hold our dog??

↳ pierregasly : you talk about me like im some common whore

liked by yn_hadjar

alexandrasaintmleux : you are ethereal. i am in love

liked by yn_hadjar

olliebearman : you are right. the gucci wrap was necessary for the outfit

↳ olliebearman : you ATE

liked by yn_hadjar

↳ yn_hadjar : add to the folder of reasons why ollie is my fave

yukitsunoda0511 : i do not remember anything from karaoke and i am glad i do not

liked by yn_hadjar

↳ yn_hadjar : i have videos if you need reminded

↳ maxverstappen1 : give them to me.

↳ lando : need

↳ olliebearman : pls share with the class

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I was curled up on the couch with Yuki, his arm around my waist and his stupidly warm hands resting under the hem of my t-shirt, tracing lazy circles against my skin like he had no plans of moving for the next decade. We were watching the most unhinged documentary, but I’d let him pick because I liked hearing his dramatic commentary. It was peaceful. Dreamy. Domestic. Then the front door slammed open like we were in a horror movie.

“I BROUGHT DONUTS!” I heard Isack yell from the hallway.

I blinked. Yuki didn’t even flinch. He just muttered, “You gave him a key?”

“No,” I hissed back, still fully horizontal. “He stole it after fashion week. I just… forgot to take it back.”

And then Isack appeared in the doorway. Bag of donuts. Sunglasses on his head. Immediately offended.

“WHAT the actual hell is going on here?” he asked, eyebrows halfway into orbit.

“Breakfast,” Yuki answered flatly, as if he belonged here. As if my little brother hadn’t just caught him spooning me. I didn’t even bother sitting up. What was the point? It was already spiraling.

Isack’s jaw dropped. “Are you—YUKI?! You?! My teammate?! What the fuck?!”

“You know,” I said, grabbing a donut from the bag like this was brunch and not a betrayal, “you could’ve knocked.”

“You could’ve warned me before I walked into my literal teammate dry humping my sister on the couch!”

“We’re literally just cuddling,” I deadpanned. “Calm down.”

Yuki, to his credit, gave the most Yuki shrug of all time, like: yeah, this is happening, keep up.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Isack muttered. “I’m gonna throw up on your designer rug. You’re both—this is illegal. Against the sibling code. Against F1 regulations. This is—”

And then, like God decided this couldn’t get worse fast enough— Pierre walked out of the bedroom. Shirtless. Hair tousled. Stretching like he’d just woken from a coma.

“Oh no,” I muttered.

“Oh WHAT THE FUCK,” Isack shrieked.

Pierre froze mid-stretch, looked around, blinked. “Didn’t know we had guests.”

“WE DON’T,” Isack yelled. “WHO EVEN ARE YOU TO THIS STORY?!”

Pierre grinned. “Depends. What genre is it?”

I slapped a hand over my face. Yuki, still annoyingly calm, yawned. “Rom-com. Heavy on the com.”

Isack stared at the three of us, twitching like a sim about to catch fire. “This is a nightmare. I’m calling our mother. I’m calling the FIA. I’m calling God.”

“You want a donut before you have your little meltdown?” I asked sweetly, tossing one at his chest.

He didn’t catch it. It hit the floor.

“Unbelievable,” he said, turning and storming out. “I’m changing my last name. Don’t talk to me at the paddock. I’m disowning everyone in this room!”

“Love you!” Pierre called after him, totally unbothered.

“I hate it here!” Isack screamed from the hallway.

The door slammed shut again. Yuki looked down at me. “He took that well.”

I bit into my donut. “Honestly? Better than I expected.”

Pierre flopped back onto the couch, grabbing Yuki’s abandoned half-donut. “So… are we doing the pigeon documentary or something sexier?”

I groaned. “You two are never allowed to be shirtless in front of my brother again.”

Yuki just smiled. “Noted. We’ll wear robes next time.”

—

yn_hadjar

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yn_hadjar : comments will be turned back on once isack stops having a meltdown (so never). however, i have two sexy men in my bed every night so idc.

tagged : pierregasly and yukitsunoda0511

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pierregasly

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pierregasly : my brother in law isack is not very happy with me rn so why not add fuel to the flame. love you bothhhhhh

tagged : yn_hadjar and yukitsunoda0511

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yn_hadjar : so cuteeee. love my boys

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charles_leclerc : how did he not know?

↳ yn_hadjar : he was born naturally oblivious

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username0 : isack's recent google search is how to make yn - no yuki no pierre

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↳ yn_hadjar : i fucking love you lmao

isackhadjar : you are NOT my brother in law

↳ isackhadjar : i refuse

↳ isackhadjar : my eyes are still burning.

↳ isackhadjar : had to walk in on yuki practically having sex with my sister

↳ yn_hadjar : we were literally watching a pigeon documentary

↳ username20 : always thought isacks 2025 crashout would be racing related not due to pierre and yuki dating his sister.

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yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 : love you both even if it means putting up with her brother and the fact that pierre is a blanket hog.

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pierregasly : love you more- even when you talk in your sleep

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visacashapprb : we both ask that you both behave in a manner that is professional as you are teammates.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 : @/isackhadjar ^^^^

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lando : i need a diagram of who sleeps where

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↳ yn_hadjar : i sleep in the middle and those two switch sides like every 3-5 business days

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yn_hadjar : my cutie pies

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isackhadjar : i am the victim in this story and no one is talking about it

↳ pierregasly : isack erasure :(

↳ yn_hadjar : the only thing you are victim to is a horrendous fashion sense

↳ yukitsunoda0511 : yes you def are the victim after walking into an apartment that is not yours unannounced.

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[leclercsainzz]

GOOD FOR YOU

PAIRINGS: nicholas alexander chavez x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

A/N: saw an edit of him w/ this song and had to make a smau based on it:)

yourusername

📍 monte-carlo, monaco

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yourusername: 🇲🇨

view 5,037 comments

user: girl— who is that?!?!?

user: YN? IS THAT A MAN ON THE LAST POST?

madelyncline: drop dead gorgeous! 🤤

↳ yourusername: says youu, bbyg;)

user: who is that?

user: how much ya’ll wanna bet it’s a formula one driver 😭

↳ user: why do you say that? lmao

↳ user: just a hunch

user: does anyone know who that is??

user: why does he look like @landonorris

user: pretty girl!! 😍

user: whoever it is, he secured a baddie

user: the life i aspire to have

user: babes, don’t be shy, tag him 😔

user: YN, DON’T GATE KEEP THAT MAN FROM US

↳ yourusername: sorry bestie 🤪 #gaslightgatekeepgirlboss

user: if it’s a formula one guy i swear—

user: someone know who it is?!??

user: the prettiest girl ever 😍

drewstarkey: 😉

↳ user: drew?!??? what are you doing here?!?!?

haileybieber: gorgg

user: is she dating drew?!!?

↳ user: can’t be, he’s got a buzz cut

user: ooh to be like yn ln 😭

user: i need to know who that lucky man is

user: who is that??!? im so invested omg

user: girl—

user: OMG 😮 WHAT IF IT’S CHARLES LECLERC??!!?

↳ user: bItch omg— imagine

↳ user: i think he had a gf, no?

↳ user: that man has a new gf every season 😭

user: I NEED ANSWERS

user: i love how everyone is so invested in her new man

user: stunning 😩

nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: MONSTERS: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story is streaming now only on @netflix

tagged: @cooperkoch @bardenmantarctic @chloessevigny

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user: the series was inaccurate but you and cooper killed it

user: even though the story wasn’t portrayed right, you were great

user: DIMES DIMES DIMES DIMES

↳ user: mother fucking dimes 👏🏼

user: him and cooper deserve an oscar for their performance

user: my new obsession, i swear 😭

user: the eighth slide OMG ANSNS—

user: ariana (YN) what are you doing here?!? 👀

user: my new white boy of the month

↳ user: of the year*

user: even though it was inaccurate, he slayed

user: crushing on him and cooper HARD

user: who’s here because of tiktok???

↳ user: MEEEE

user: i have a crush on him fr 😭

user: i better see him in more movies and/or shows

user: OBSESSED OMG 😍

user: you and cooper have me on my knees omg—

user: soooooo fine

user: i binge watched the whole series in one day

↳ user: i did too 😩

user: ooouu he fit fit

user: ARE YOU SINGLE?!!?

↳ user: asking the right questions 🤣

user: nicholas, one chance is all i’m asking for

user: what a beautiful man 😩

user: anyone else see yn in the likes?

↳ user: she’s so real for that

↳ user: she just like me fr

yourusername

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yourusername: <3

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user: i was so convinced she was with drew

user: YN, BABES, WHO IS IT?!? 😭

↳ yourusername: that’s a secret i’ll never tell;)

user: ooooh he buff buff

madisonbaileybabe: face card never declines, oml 😍

user: that’s a HOT back omggg—

user: girl, give us a hint, please

user: the fourth slide 😩

user: whoever he is, he’s HOT ASF

user: he looks hot, yn’s hot, i love hot people

user: pretty girl

user: and people said that it was that formula one driver 💀

madelyncline: sexyyyy

user: i NEED to know who this man is

user: it’s giving ✨ nicholas alexander chavez ✨

↳ user: LMAOOO, that’s a stretch

user: sexy backkk

user: my wife’s got a boyfriend 😭

user: bItchh- i wanna know who it is

user: tag him, don’t be scared

user: i just know he’s about to become the white boy of the month

↳ yourusername: he already is, babes 😉

↳ user: GIRL— WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

user: my life depends on knowing who this is

user: yn, who is it?!?!???

user: his back is so hot omg

user: he must be hitting the gym often 👅

madisonbeer: gorggg 😍

user: anyone know who it is?

user: she’s soo pretty

user: who is this man?!

user: where are all the fbi girlies at when you need them??

↳ user: LITERALLY OMGG—

drewstarkey: 😏

↳ user: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?!?

↳ user: they were supposed to be my endgame frrr 🥺

user: he seems hot

user: gorgeous girl! 😍

nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: monthly recap

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user: SIR—

user: hitting me with a thirst trap already?!?? 👀

user: soooo he ain’t single? 😭

user: wait a min— why does his post correlate with yn’s?

user: one chance, please! just ONE fucken chance 🙏🏼

user: THE FIRST PIC HELLO? THE SHOE?!?

↳ user: i’m confused, what?!?

↳ user: look at yn’s recent post

↳ user: bItch OMG

user: damn, so he taken?!? 💔

user: BARK BARK

user: tag her, you coward 😏

user: sooo fine omg

user: he knows how fine he is, i swear

user: @yourusername is that you?!??

user: THE THIRD POST, HELLO?!!? 👅👅👅

user: got me feeling some type of way, i swear

user: wait, is that really yn?!?

↳ user: it’s what we’re all trying to figure out

cooperkoch: 🙂‍↕️

user: finest man everrrrrrr

user: nicholas this nicholas that— but what about COOPER??

↳ user: say it louder, bestie

↳ user: what did man do to deserve him?!? 😭

user: fuck 🫦 he’s HOT

user: my kind of man right here;)

user: LET ME BE ONE OF YOUR GIRLS, PLEASE

user: something’s purring 🫢

user: white boy of the month frfr

user: cooper’s a cutie in that fourth slide

user: drew liked!! could it be yn?!?

user: girl @yourusername this yo man??!? 👀

user: ALLLLL day AND ALLLLL NIGHT

user: oh my gawddddd 🫦

user: i can cook and clean, if you need someone

user: holyyyyyyy fuck 😍

user: third post is doing something to me 🤤

user: is he dating yn?!?!?

imessage

yourusername

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yourusername: lover era 💋

view 5,036 comments

user: THE HARD LAUNCH WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

user: bestie?!?!???? omg?!?!? what?!?!?

↳ yourusername: cats out the bag, i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: oMG

user: i feel so single wtf

user: the second and fourth photo 😭

user: we get it, girl, you won

user: HE SECURED THE BADDEST BITCH OMG 😩

madelyncline: ooou she a baddddie 🫦

user: body so tea the british are coming

nicholasalexanderchavez: you look so good, baby

nicholasalexanderchavez: the most beautiful girl ever

nicholasalexanderchavez: i’m so in love with you 😘

↳ yourusername: i love youuuu 💋

cooperkoch: mom & dad

↳ yourusername: we love you, son 🫶🏼

user: ADOPT ME, PleaSE

user: idk who’s luckier 😭 him or her

user: nOt the white boy of the month

user: YN, HIDE THE EDITS FROM HIM

↳ yourusername: he’s seen them all, bestie 🤣 oops

↳ user: OMGGG?!!?

user: bitch omg

user: nicholas this nicholas that … what aBoUt YN?!? 😍

user: motHER frr 🫦

user: bestie, you’re making me feel so single 🥺

user: obx meets monsters?? 😯

user: the baddest girl everrrr

user: my yndrew heart (they better get together in the show tho)

user: YNNICHOLAS IT IS 😍

user: she’s sooo fine omg

user: @drewstarkey

user: mother is mothering ya’ll 😩

user: THE sexiest couple of 2024

user: tHat’s my girl wtf 😭😭

user: HOT omg

user: MOM AND DAD OMG 😍

user: he’s soooo 🫦🫦🫦😍😍😩🙂‍↕️😘👅😭🥰😋😍

nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: 🙂‍↕️

tagged: @yourusername

view 6,936 comments

user: YN, GIRL, tHE TEXT?!??

↳ user: she’s so real for that lmao

user: hELp— the message

user: we get it 😭 you’re taken

user: idk if i wanna be him or yn

user: ugh, he’s sooo fine omg 🫦

yourusername: we did in fact do those things;)

yourusername: #ineedthat 🫦

yourusername: SEXc 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: you 😉

yourusername: let me show you how proud i am to be yours;)

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: heading upstairs right now

user: soo fucken fine oml

user: VEINS VEINS VEINS

user: i NEED him soo bad omgg 😩

↳ yourusername: same!

user: HOT 🥵

user: yn’s so lucky omg

user: i feel so single wtf

user: TILL THE NEIGHBORS KNOW HIS NAME

user: 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

user: @yourusername BABES, HE’S SOOO FINE 😭

user: this man is so fine 😍

user: it’s not a want, it’s a NEED

user: nicholas, let me just be one of your girls 🙏🏼

user: my body had a reaction to the third post

cooperkoch: was the text really necessary? 🤔

↳ user: 😂 cooper

user: thE THIRD POST

user: finest man ever, i swear

user: father of my kids (real) 😩

nicholasalexanderchavez and behindtheblinds

liked by yourusername, cooperkoch and 866,937 others

behindtheblinds: All eyes on him! Nicholas Alexander Chavez @nicholasalexanderchavez — the next cover star of our new HIGH ROMANCE FW 24 issue —

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yourusername: dear lord, when i go to heaven

yourusername: that’s my man, guys 🫦

↳ user: we get it, girl, we get it 😭

↳ user: okay— stop rubbing it on my face, please

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: all yours baby @yourusername

yourusername: #ineeditdeepinsideme

↳ user: YN?!!?? (you’re so real for this)

yourusername: soooo fine oml 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: that’s you, my love 😘

user: of course yn is here in the comment being thirsty LMAO

user: YN’s COMMENt 😭

cooperkoch: slayyy

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: 🫶🏼

user: i’m not a waitress but i’ll take the tip

nicholasalexanderchavez: mwahh

user: WE NEED A COLLAB W CALVIN KLEIN

user: dream ride 😩

user: LORD HAVE MERCY

user: i knew i’d find yn here

user: i wanna thank beyonce for your existence

user: alright— who took my pants?

user: i need to know if he’s seen the edits

↳ user: yn confirmed that he does in fact know about the edits

user: yn, i’m so jealous of you 😭

yourusername: you look soooo good 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: YOU look good;) you know you do

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: you better feel good

↳ yourusername: I LOVE YOUUUUU ❤️

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: I LOVE YOUUUU TOO ❤️

[pervyprincessbaby]

done at the gym! 💗

drove all the way home with my tits out as i try and do everyday so they bounce and shake to remind me of my ✨worth as a cunt✨

i wonder how many people watched me as i drove by filming my tits bounce!? or in their review view mirror to watch a slut expose herself happily hehe x

[loojii]

Hey! It’s me again. I’m the girl who asked to draw your characters….I’m sorry if you’ve already posted this but can I get maybe some basic info about Yina, Prim and Shari? Beautiful characters btw, like you’re now one of my fave artists!

Thank you!!

Every Yina post is tagged with #Yina, every Prim one with #Prim etc! But here are some quick personality descriptions too! (But for other stuff there are the other posts)

Yina a Magicam sport model who works out almost every day to maintain her impressive physique. She is very strong but also very girly. Giggles a lot and is not the smartest cookie. She secretly wants to be seen as girly and cute too, so when the new towel guy at her gym calls her cute she’s head over heals. She’s a bit clingy and can be annoying, but very sweet and would do anything for her friends :) She’s in the same class as Prim and they’re friends!

Prim Very happy go lucky girl who hasn’t lost her child spirit yet. She is a late bloomer so still wears braces. Her fashion sense is horrible, she’s a bit of a klutz, and she talks with a lisp. She’s not ashamed though! She’s friends with a few popular girls, even though they don’t remember her name correctly. She does little errands for them and their homework, but is often forgotten when they go out to get lunch. Riddle convinces her they’re not her friends by offering his friendship instead. After being without friends at school for a bit Yina noticed and started chatting with her. They talk about boys, even though Prims view is much purer then Yinas

Shari only daughter of one of the biggest business partners of the Asims. She is very shy and timid, used to being either alone or having her mother speak for her. She’s home schooled and doesn’t have any friends. Her mother tries her best to make her present as beautiful as can be so they can get marriage proposals. Despite her timid nature she loves dresses and other pretty clothes. They remind her of the princesses of her fairy tale book. One she keeps under her bed because her mother doesn’t want her to read children stories. When her father got her an engagement with the oldest son of the Asim family she was first worried: he loves crowded parties she dislikes loud noises, he has many friends she’s lonely etc. But he showed kindness she wasn’t used to so she now gained her first friend :)

Those were some rambles ✨

[sushibuild]

This stunning Modern Beach Villa combines sleek architecture with tropical serenity. Featuring floor-to-ceiling windows, natural textures, and open-plan living, the space is flooded with light and ocean views. The outdoor area includes a luxurious infinity edge pool, cozy lounges, and lush greenery—perfect for relaxation or entertaining. Inside, earthy tones, stylish décor, and spacious interiors create the ultimate coastal retreat🌊☀️

More info and Download link HERE🏝️

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3 Bedrooms (The master bedroom - master bathroom - Walk in Closet) , Guestroom & 4.5 Bathrooms

Property Features : Indoor And Outdoor Living Area, Kitchen & Indoor And Outdoor Dining Area , Infinity Edge Pool , Jacuzzi , Sauna & massage room, Bar Area outdoor , Home Office , Home Gym , Laundry room and Butler’s room

✅ Tested with the newest patch (29/04/2025) — fully functional!

Explore my collection to see all the builds I've released HERE

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*Do not re-upload my builds and claim them as your own. Do not use my builds as a base to create another and upload them*

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[redbullgirly]

hi hi can i request a max verstappen x footballer smau but she plays for real madrid femenino and we know max is an fcb supporter (also for the sake of the smau, real madrid femenino can be just as good as barcelona femeni) and everyone going crazy when she just takes him to an award ceremony as her plus-one. no soft launch no hard launch and everyone including the grid and christian horner and madristas and everyone is shocked

MADRIDISTAS [MV1/33]

Max Verstappen x footballer!RealMadridFemenino!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is one of the biggest rising stars in women's football, playing for Real Madrid Femenino. When she's nominated by Women's Football Awards for the Player of the Year, the last thing anybody would expect is her plus one to the ceremony being Formula One driver, Max Verstappen. Not only is he the World Champion himself, but most importantly, Max is a known FC Barcelona fan. Talk about making friends with the enemy...

Warnings: I have very limited knowledge of football, so everything in this story is based on my quick research. If you're a fan, please don't come for me! Though any advice would be much appreciated, because I have more football requests in my inbox XD.

Author's Note: Hi Anon, thanks for the request! I have to say it was quite challenging for me at the start, because I don't know many things about football, but at the end it turned out fun and good. Hope you like what I did with this social media au! :)

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yourusername And it's a wrap!🥈⚽️ Thank you to the whole team for another amazing year, we fought hard and we will continue to fight for the Champions League title next year as 2023/24 runners-up. Hala Madrid!✨🇪🇸

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user1 Love the way you play!

realmadridfem Hala Madrid!💪🏆

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yourusername 💯

user2 💥💥💥

user3 Vamosssss

user4 GO GIRLLL🤩🤩🤩🤩

user5 you really deserved to win the finale, the referee was totally biased agains you!!!

user6 Yeah, even as a FC Barcelona fan I didn't think it was fair🙈

martagarcialopez19 amazing Y/N! 🫶

yourusername Thank youuu!💖

user7 wait does y/n know some people from motosport???

user8 No I think it's just girls supporting girls in sports dominated by men tbh ☺️

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user7 oh yeah that makes sense

user9 Buen trabajo que equipo tan bueno con todas y en lo personal muy guapa [Good job, what a great team with everyone and personally very pretty.]

marisabel_rguez The dream team 🙌

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yourusername Yessss

user10 HALA MADRID 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

user11 literally the prettiest soccer player I ever saw😻

user12 you mean FOOTBALL?!😂🧐

user11 sry i'm american so i'm used to saying soccer

user12 well that's WRONG girly😂

user13 Princess

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yourusername Short stop back home in Monaco before flying to London for Women's Football Awards and my nomination for Player of the Year 🤞🌷

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user1 so pretty

maitetxuu_10 The nails Y/N 🤩

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yourusername Not better than yours though 😚

user2 i don't watch football but maybe i should start bc of you

user3 Wow you're such a cutie 😍❤️

charlottesiine great work out together!

yourusername Agreed! We should definetly hit the gym together more often 😂

user4 omg wait how do they know each other?? didn't expect y/n y/l/n to be friends with ex-wags??

user5 Idk but they both live in Monaco so it's easy to know basically everyone who's your age there xdd

yourusername True user5, they don't tell you how small the country actually is 😭

user6 SHE IS MY ROLE MODEL EVERYBODY

user7 👏👏👏👏🔥🔥

lucybrozne Seems like the Monaco sun suits you 😁☀️

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yourusername Oh thanks Lucy! 🫶

lucybrozne 🫶

user8 i love that despite fcb beating madrid they're still friends outside of the field🥺

user9 WOW you should be a model

user10 So sad your talents aren’t being fully appreciated in Madrid.

user11 oh c'mmon she probably wouldn't play for them if she felt unappreciated 🙄

user12 but tbh I think she should be the captain.... like she's literally the best player of them all BY FAR

user13 Nah I don't like her. Hope she'll never be a captain🤮

user12 then go away? lol

user13 damnn the 3rd picture did some unholy things to me 😩

user14 right?! I don't think I'm straight anymore🫣

user15 I have no idea who she is but let me tell you she's gorgeous

user16 ✨✨✨👑🎀🌹

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maxverstappen1 Y/N I love you... but that's never happening ❤️

yourusername Liar! You complained for a week straight about how that referee in the finals wasn't fair and we should have won agains Barcelona! 😘

carlossainz55 hahaaa mate she got you😂

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user1 OMGGG we converted him on our side!!!

user2 A sad day to be a FC Barcelona supporter and F1 fan😓

user3 A happy day for Madridistas!😍

user4 damn I may have to start watching football

martagarcialopez19 you're glowing! also thanks god now I don't have to keep the secret anymore xd

yourusername Love ya! 🫶

user5 The IT WAG

user6 can we take a moment to appreciate how cute maxie looks here?🥹

realmadridfem You go girl! Convert new fans!🤩💪

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user7 I'm still shocked by this whole thing 😹

user8 you're not the only one lol

user9 the second picture????

user10 Max is so lucky man🥵

marisabel_rquez ¡La pareja poderosa!😍 [The power couple!😍]

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user11 this post murdered me and dragged me all over slaycity with how much it served 🤭

user12 exactly! her and max are so hot and pretty

user13 🤍😍💯🥳 Hala Madrid!!!

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading the whole thing! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, follows and comments, or any other way of support. Let me know what you think about this pairing and please tell me if there are any football errors, because I have another request about footballer!reader waiting for me. Have a great day! :)

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✨His true fate - Part 21/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, fluff

Word Count: 4615

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Instead of responding with words, Jensen leaned in, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours.

As you kissed, you felt tiny water droplets from his damp hair falling onto your face, making you giggle. Jensen pulled back slightly. “What’s so funny?”, he teased, his eyes twinkling with affection.

“You’re dripping water all over me”, you laughed, wiping a few stray droplets from your forehead.

“Oh, am I?”, he said, leaning in and shaking his head slightly, causing more droplets to rain down on you. His playful gesture only made you laugh harder.

“Jensen, stop!”, you squealed, trying to shield yourself with your hands. But he just grinned wider, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“All right, all right”, he said, finally relenting. “I guess I should finish drying off”.

You nodded, still giggling. “Probably a good idea”.

As Jensen grabbed a towel to dry his hair, you took a moment to appreciate the lightness of the moment. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of your earlier conversation, and it felt like a small but significant step forward in your relationship.

Once he was properly dried, Jensen started to get dressed. You watched him as he closed his belt and grabbed a simple white shirt. He had been hitting the gym more often lately to stay in shape for his role as Soldier Boy, and it had paid off well. His muscles were more defined, and his movements carried an easy strength. You bit your lip, admiring the transformation as you sat on the bed.

Jensen noticed your gaze and the slight blush on your cheeks, and a playful smirk appeared on his face. “Enjoying the view?”, he teased, slowly buttoning his shirt but leaving the top few buttons undone.

You felt the blush deepen but met his eyes with a smile. “Maybe”, you replied. “You’ve definitely been putting in the work”.

“Well, it’s nice to know my efforts aren’t going unnoticed”, he said, stepping toward you. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he closed the distance between you, stopping just in front of you.

You looked up at him, your heart racing slightly at the proximity. “You know, you’re not the only one who’s been working hard”, you teased back, trying to keep your tone light despite the flutter in your chest.

Jensen’s smile widened as he leaned down, his hands resting on either side of you on the bed, effectively trapping you in place. “Oh, I’ve noticed”, he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection. “Believe me, I’ve noticed”.

You felt a playful spark in your eyes as you mumbled, “Didn’t seem like you spent that much attention earlier”. Your voice was soft, teasing, referring to how quickly things had escalated before. Normally, Jensen took his time, worshipping your body with a careful, loving touch.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Oh, so you’re saying I’ve been neglecting my duties?”, he teased, his voice a seductive whisper.

A shiver of excitement ran through you, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe just a little”, you replied, your voice light but your meaning clear.

His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. “I guess I’ll have to make it up to you later”, he said, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing promise. “But for now, we have a date with Jared”.

You whined softly, not ready to let him go just yet. Pulling him closer, you tugged him down so he landed on top of you, pressing your lips back to his in a passionate kiss. Jensen’s initial surprise melted into a deep, hungry response as he kissed you back, his hands finding their way to your sides, holding you firmly yet tenderly.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and you were lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection you shared.

Jensen pulled back slightly, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. “You’re making it very hard to leave this room”, he murmured against your lips, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled up at him, your fingers trailing along his jawline. “Maybe that’s the point”, you whispered back.

Boldly, your hand moved between your bodies, cupping him through his jeans. He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. You could feel him harden under your touch, and his reaction sent a thrill through you.

“Teasing me now, are you?”, he asked, his voice husky with desire. He bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Just a little”, you replied, your tone innocent but your actions anything but. You gave him a gentle squeeze, feeling the heat and firmness beneath the fabric.

Jensen groaned softly, his hips instinctively pressing against your hand. “You’re going to be the death of me”, he said, his voice strained with both amusement and arousal.

You bit your lip, giving him a tighter squeeze. “It’s not the first time you’ve said that”, you teased. His reaction to your touch sent a thrill through you, and you could feel the heat building between you.

Jensen’s eyes darkened further and he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “And it won’t be the last”, he murmured.

You grinned, enjoying the power you had over him in that moment. “Well, we can’t have you dying on me just yet”, you said, your fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path along his length.

Jensen’s breath hitched, and he gripped your waist tighter, his control slipping. “You’re impossible”, he managed, his voice a mix of frustration and need.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his ear. “But you love it”, you whispered, giving him another squeeze.

He groaned again, his resolve crumbling. “We really need to go”, he said, though he made no move to leave.

“Do we?”, you challenged, your hand continuing its slow, teasing movements.

Jensen closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to regain control. When he opened them again, his gaze was intense. “Yes, we do. But later, you’re mine”, he said.

“I’ll hold you to that”, you replied, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “You make it very hard to be a gentleman”, he said with a wry smile.

You mumbled playfully, “You absolutely weren’t a gentleman earlier”. Pecking his lips quickly, you rolled away underneath his arms and stood up, smoothing down your soft dress with a satisfied grin.

Jensen chuckled, watching you with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Touché”, he said, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his hair, attempting to regain his composure.

You turned to face him, feeling the lightness of the moment. Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Jared’s impatient voice. “What’s taking you so long in there?”.

Jensen rolled his eyes and grimaced at the discomfort, discreetly adjusting his boner. “Great timing, as always”, he muttered, trying to find a more comfortable position.

You stifled a laugh, walking over to the door and opening it with a playful smile. “Sorry, Jared. We’re ready now”.

Jared stood there with his arms crossed, an amused yet impatient look on his face. “I swear, you two are worse than teenagers. Come on, I’m starving”.

You stepped aside to let him in, and he glanced at Jensen, who was still trying to compose himself. “You good there, man?”, Jared asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jensen shot him a look that was both annoyed and amused. “Just peachy”, he replied, finally managing to adjust himself to a more comfortable state.

Jared laughed and shook his head. “Alright, let’s go before you two get distracted again”.

With that, you all headed out of the hotel room and down to the lobby. The cool evening air outside was a welcome relief, and the city’s energy was invigorating. Jared seemed ready to dive into a conversation, his usual exuberance leading the way.

Just as Jared was about to ask how things were going, he caught sight of Jensen’s face. “Again, Jensen?”, Jared asked, raising an eyebrow in a mix of concern and frustration.

Jensen groaned, clearly annoyed. “Yeah, Jared, again”, he replied, rolling his eyes. He was not in the mood to delve into the details right now.

You muttered under your breath, “Apparently, just I don’t get to know”, feeling a bit left out and frustrated with the secrecy.

Jensen shot you a disapproving look, his jaw tightening. “Not now”, he said quietly, but firmly.

Jared, sensing the tension, decided to defuse the situation. “Alright, alright, let’s not get into it here. We’re supposed to be having a good time. Let’s just focus on getting some food”.

You nodded, trying to let go of the frustration. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the evening. As you continued walking, Jared managed to steer the conversation back to lighter topics, sharing amusing anecdotes and keeping the mood as light as possible.

At the restaurant, you found a cozy table in a quiet corner. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, and the food smelled delicious. As you settled in, the initial tension began to ease, replaced by the comforting hum of conversation and laughter.

Jared’s efforts to keep things light paid off. Gradually, you and Jensen relaxed, enjoying the meal and each other’s company. The conversation flowed easily, and soon you were all laughing and joking as if nothing had happened.

It felt like the earlier frustration had been forgotten, replaced by the camaraderie you all shared.

After a while, Jared leaned back in his chair and glanced at Jensen. “Hey, Misha texted me earlier. He wants to grab a drink later. You in?”.

You felt a pang of discomfort at the mention of Misha. You remembered all too well the incident at the convention in Austin, where Misha had hit on you, unaware of your relationship with Jensen. Neither Jared nor Jensen had told him who you really were, and it had created an awkward situation. One that meant, with Jensen gone for drinks, you would be alone in the hotel room tonight.

Jensen hesitated, glancing at you. He could sense your unease, and it was clear he was torn. “I don’t know, Jared”, he said slowly. “Maybe we should just call it a night”.

Jared raised an eyebrow. “Come on, man. It’ll be fun. We haven’t hung out like this in a while”.

You interjected gently, trying to defuse the situation. “It’s okay, Jensen. You should go. I’ll be fine here”.

Jensen shook his head, his expression softening. “No, I don’t want to leave you alone. We wanted to spend time together”.

You smiled at him, trying to reassure him. “It’s just one evening, Jensen. I can go check out the city”.

Instead of calming him down, Jensen’s expression grew more serious. “No way you’re going out there on your own. Seattle isn’t exactly known for being the safest place, especially at night”.

You appreciated his concern but didn’t want to be the reason he missed out on spending time with his friends. “I’ll be careful. I won’t go far, maybe just explore some nearby shops or grab a coffee. I’ll be fine”.

Jensen’s jaw tightened, and he looked at you with a mix of worry and determination. “I don’t like the idea of you being out there alone. Please, just stay here. We can both skip the drinks and have a quiet night in”.

You sighed, grumbling under your breath, “You’re so stubborn”.

Jensen shot back, a playful glint in his eye, “Right back atcha”.

Despite the frustration, neither of you could suppress a grin. It was clear that you both cared deeply for each other’s well-being, even if it meant butting heads occasionally.

Jared, sensing the playful tension, chimed in with a chuckle. “Well, it seems like you two have it all figured out“.

The three of you shared a laugh, the atmosphere growing lighter. After finishing your meal, Jensen paid for dinner, and the three of you started walking back to the hotel. The cool evening air was refreshing as you strolled along, chatting and enjoying each other’s company.

Just as you were nearing the hotel entrance, Misha came around the corner, not looking where he was going, and stumbled right into Jensen.

“Whoa, easy there!”, Jensen said, catching Misha by the shoulders to steady him.

Misha blinked in surprise, then broke into a wide grin. “Jensen! Jared! Hi! I just checked in. You’re not staying at the usual?”. He glanced over and saw you, recognition flickering in his eyes before a hint of confusion set in.

You could see the wheels turning in Misha’s mind as he remembered the Austin Con. His expression shifted from surprise to complete bewilderment, clearly lost as he tried to piece together what was happening between the three of you.

Jensen, sensing the awkwardness, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Misha, it’s a long story”.

Misha looked between you, Jensen, and Jared, his confusion deepening. “Wait, so… you guys know each other…?”. He pointed between the three of you, trying to make sense of the situation. Jensen glanced around, noticing a few people starting to pay more attention to the group of actors standing together. The last thing they needed was to draw a crowd.

“Yeah, Misha, we know each other”, Jensen said quickly, his tone indicating that he wanted to move the conversation indoors. “Let’s head inside and talk. We don’t need to make a scene out here”.

Misha nodded, still looking a bit bewildered but willing to follow Jensen’s lead. The four of you made your way into the hotel lobby and quickly headed towards the elevators. Once inside the elevator, the awkwardness was palpable, but at least you were out of the public eye.

Jensen opened the door to his and your hotel room, letting everyone step inside. The atmosphere was still charged with confusion and anticipation. Once the door closed behind you, Misha raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Care to share?”, he asked, looking pointedly at Jensen.

You stood awkwardly in the room, not sure where to position yourself in this unfolding conversation. Sensing your discomfort, Jared laid a reassuring hand on your back. “Come on”, he said gently, “I’ll show you the rooftop bar. They’re gonna need some time”.

You nodded, grateful for the escape. As you and Jared made your way out of the room, you could hear Jensen start to explain the situation to Misha.

Jared led you to the rooftop bar, the cool night air and the view of the city lights providing a welcome distraction. “Sorry about all the awkwardness”, Jared said as you found a quiet corner to sit. “We should have handled this better”.

You smiled at him, appreciating his understanding. “It’s okay, Jared. Things like this happen. I just hope Misha understands”.

Jared nodded, ordering a couple of drinks for the two of you. “He will. Misha’s a good guy. It’s just a lot to take in all at once”.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the view.

Back in the hotel room, Misha sat down, still looking slightly bewildered. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and asked, “So, who is she?”.

Jensen hesitated for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck as he gathered his thoughts. Finally, he started to explain. “We met a few months ago at a liquor store in Austin. Jared and I were picking up some liquor for Jared’s birthday, and she was there. We got to talking, and I just couldn’t get her out of my head. One thing led to another and… it just clicked”.

Misha listened, trying to make sense of it all. “So, it’s been a few months, and you’ve kept it quiet all this time?”.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, it’s been kind of crazy with everything going on, but it felt right. We wanted to keep it just for us for a while, you know?”.

Misha’s expression softened a bit, but there was still a hint of confusion. “What about Danneel?”.

Jensen took a deep breath, clearly anticipating this question.

“Danneel and I… we’ve had an understanding for years now. We’ve been together for the public, for the sake of appearances, but we’ve both been seeing other people for quite some time. It’s been complicated, but it’s what worked for us”.

Misha listened intently, his confusion giving way to understanding. “So, it’s been more of a business arrangement than a real relationship?”.

Jensen nodded. “Exactly. It’s not something we talk about openly… obviously. But we both agreed it was for the best. We didn’t want to deal with the media frenzy or the impact on our families. But now… I’m planning to end things for good”.

Misha leaned back, processing the information. “Wow, that’s a lot to take in. I had no idea”.

Jensen rubbed the back of his neck once more, the tension evident in his body as he processed everything that had been said. “Yeah, I know”, he mumbled, the weight of the situation lingering in the air between them.

“I always liked Danneel, you know”, he admitted, glancing sideways at Jensen as though testing the waters.

Jensen raised a brow at that, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, you’re probably the only one”.

Misha blinked at the comment, caught off guard for a moment, before a small smile crept across his face. It was an open secret among their circle that Danneel wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with. The only one who seemed to have found common ground with her, outside of Jensen, was Misha.

“Well, somebody had to”, Misha quipped, his tone lightening the mood slightly. There was no malice in his words.

Jensen chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess so”.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them, the kind that comes from years of friendship and shared experiences. Misha, always the peacemaker, leaned forward again, his voice softer now.

“You’ve got to do what’s right for you, man. And if this is what you want—really want—then it’s the right move. You deserve to be happy”.

Jensen sighed, a weight visibly lifting off his shoulders after hearing Misha’s words. “Thanks, man”, he said sincerely. But then he added, leaning in slightly with a knowing look, “Just, you know… you’ve got to keep this on the down low. No one’s supposed to know what’s really going on yet”.

Misha raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Me? Gossip? Never”, he joked, but there was a twinkle in his eye that told Jensen he knew exactly what Jensen was getting at. Misha had always been known for spinning a good story.

“Seriously, though”, Jensen continued, the lightness still there but a hint of urgency in his tone. “I can’t have this getting out. We’re still figuring out the timing of everything. The last thing we need is the media picking it up before Danneel and I can handle it our way”.

Misha nodded solemnly, the humor falling away as he recognized the gravity of the situation. “I get it, Jensen. My lips are sealed”. He mimed zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key, earning a small chuckle from Jensen.

“Thanks”, Jensen said again, more earnestly this time. “I know it’s a lot to ask”.

Misha waved it off with a smile. “Hey, you’ve always had my back. Now I’ve got yours. We’re good”.

Jensen let himself sink into a chair, feeling the tension ease slightly after the conversation. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the weight of everything. It had been a lot to get off his chest, and now that it was out there, he felt like he could breathe a little easier.

Misha noticed the shift and grinned slyly at Jensen. “You know, Jensen”, he began, his tone teasing, “she’s pretty… well, pretty young, huh?”.

Jensen shot him a look, one that was half-amused and half-exasperated. “Really, Misha? You’re going there?”.

“Hey, I’m just saying, Ackles”, he said. “You’re not exactly getting any younger, and here you are with someone who probably still gets carded at the bar”.

Jensen groaned, rolling his eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “She’s not that young, Misha”, he replied, shaking his head.

“Young enough to be your daughter?”, Misha teased, his grin widening as Jensen did the quick mental math.

Jensen blinked, his face scrunching up in exaggerated thought. “Wait…”, he began, only half-joking. “Oh man, don’t make me fucking think about that”. He laughed, but there was a touch of disbelief behind it as he rubbed a hand across his face. “I mean, technically…”.

Misha cackled, thoroughly enjoying the look on Jensen’s face. “Yep! Technically, you could be getting Father’s Day cards”.

Jensen groaned, his face still buried in his hands as Misha continued to laugh. “Misha, for real, stop”, Jensen muttered through his fingers. Misha was clearly in his element, and once he got going, there was no stopping him.

“Oh, come on”, Misha teased, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You’re telling me you’ve never heard her accidentally let slip a ‘Daddy’ during—”.

“MISHA!”, Jensen barked, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and amusement. His face turned a little pink.

Misha laughing even harder now. “What? It’s a valid question! You’re telling me that hasn’t crossed your mind at least once?”.

Jensen shook his head, still trying to stifle his laughter but also clearly mortified. “You’re a sick man, Collins. A sick, sick man”.

Misha’s grin only widened as he leaned in closer. “Oh, don’t act like I’m the only one who’s thought about it. You can’t tell me there’s not a little part of you that likes it—”

“Misha”, Jensen interrupted, his voice half pleading, half amused.

Misha just shrugged, clearly enjoying himself way too much. “You’re the one who’s dating someone young enough to—”.

Jensen raised his hand in surrender. “Alright, alright! I get it. Can we please move on from this?”.

Misha chuckled, but finally relented, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll give you a break—for now”.

Jensen shook his head, a mixture of relief and exasperation on his face. “Thank you. I don’t know how much more of that I could take”.

Misha, still grinning, leaned back in his chair. “You know I’m just messing with you. If she makes you happy, that’s all that matters”.

Jensen’s expression softened, and he nodded. “She does. More than I ever thought possible”.

“Well, since you’re on the topic”, he began. “I can only imagine what it’s like for you. Must be pretty amazing”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, bracing himself for what was coming next. “Misha, don’t you dare…”.

But Misha was already back on a roll. “I mean, she’s probably pretty tigh—”.

Before he could finish, there was a knock on the door. Jensen and Misha both froze, and then the door swung open. Jared and you stepped in, fresh from the rooftop bar.

Jared took a step into the room, casually glancing between Misha and Jensen with a smirk. “All sorted out?”, he asked, his tone laced with amusement as though sensing the playful tension that still lingered in the air.

You stood beside Jared, biting your lip as your gaze shifted from Misha to Jensen. Misha, however, let his eyes linger on you a little longer than Jensen appreciated, his smile still playful but edging on something else entirely. It was harmless, but it was enough to send a flicker of protectiveness through Jensen.

And even though Jensen wasn’t typically the guy to get all touchy in front of friends or make grand gestures of possession, something inside him clicked at that moment. Without a second thought, he extended his hand toward you, his fingers beckoning you to come closer.

You noticed the subtle shift in Jensen’s body language and immediately slipped your hand into his. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and pulled you close, right to his side.

Jared, ever the observant friend, sensed the slight shift in Jensen’s demeanor and couldn’t resist. He smirked, glancing between Jensen and Misha with an amused gleam in his eye. “Uh-oh”, Jared teased, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “Looks like Misha’s mouth ran a little too loose again, huh?”.

Misha shrugged, still grinning mischievously. “What can I say? I live to entertain”, he said, feigning innocence as he leaned back in his chair. “Jensen knows I’m just messing around”.

Jensen let out a small, forced laugh, still holding you securely at his side. “Yeah, you’re always just ‘messing around’”, he replied, the playful edge in his voice not quite masking the underlying hint of annoyance.

You looked at Jensen, catching the tension in his jaw even though he was trying to keep things light. His arm tightened slightly around your waist, a quiet reassurance to himself as much as it was to you.

Misha stood up with his smile still in place, but there was a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes as he extended his hand toward you. “Alright, let’s start fresh”, he said, his voice carrying that playful charm, but with a hint of genuine respect. “Misha Collins, Jensen’s friend—not the guy trying to get a drink with you like a few weeks ago”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Misha so casually acknowledged the awkwardness of that previous encounter. Jensen’s grip on your waist relaxed as he watched the interaction, his jaw unclenching slightly now that Misha was making an effort to clear the air.

You took Misha’s hand with a smile. “Good to meet you again—under different circumstances”, you replied, shaking his hand warmly.

Misha grinned, shaking his head as if laughing at himself. “Yeah, let’s just pretend I didn’t spend half that night cluelessly trying to charm you while Jensen here probably wanted to strangle me”, he quipped, glancing at Jensen with a wink.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, his earlier annoyance fading as he saw the tension dissipate. “You have noooo idea”, he grumbled. “But I appreciate the do-over”.

Jared, watching the scene unfold with amusement, clapped Misha on the shoulder. “Well, better late than never, right?”.

Misha nodded, his grin widening. “Exactly. Now, with all that sorted, how about we get some drinks?”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 22

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Solar Return Observations ☀️✨

Hi friends! Today we’re discussing solar return notes + what I’ve observed from them. I’ve been observing for three years, but I’m not able to fit all of the details in one post. I can always make another 🦋 enjoy and feel free to like, comment and reblog.

Chiron in the 7th house 💌- Healing through partnership and connections. I’ve had this placement last year and went through a breakup which taught me a lot about self worth (Aries ruled 7th house SR) and I learned to stand up for myself. I learned to be my own best friend and start over after a loss. Everything in terms of my relationship and how I viewed it changed completely. It was a pretty long journey, being that Chiron is the wounded healer, I’d say about a year the cycles were going on. Anyone who has this placement in their SR chart, you can expect for healing to occur in your relationships. Not necessarily a breakup always, but definitely wounding will come up that year.

Neptune in the 6th house 🌷- Routines can be heavily centered around spirituality. Meditation, yoga, occult practices become a theme in the daily life. Incorporating this can help the native grow and develop a consistent routine, and eventually connect with a higher source of love (deity, religion, universe, etc) because Neptune is the higher octave of Venus. With Neptune here there’s an emphasis on romanticizing daily routine and self care. Certain day to day events can feel whimsical, ethereal, and fated even! The native may question that year their beliefs and want to start something new, or reignite spiritual passions ✨

Moon in the 4th house 🌙🌟- Romanticizing the past, viewing things from a nostalgic lenses, daydreaming about a family. The native may deal with family illusions around this time, manipulation, or themes surrounding the family this year. The native might find it difficult to balance their life as family is an important theme for the year, whether it’s their own, or biological. The mother could be significant this year, and the mother may try to build a close bond with the native. The past is viewed from a bittersweet lenses, as there’s an element of moving on but honoring the past for what it was.

Capricorn 4th house 🦋✨- Structure, evolution, and discipline is needed regarding the home. Things may be slow, sluggish, or even depressing in the house. Saturn slows things down and when Capricorn is in the 4th, it can point to restrictions, boundaries, and limits. The native will learn to have boundaries with the family that year, and the value of alone time. The necessity of independence, and rebuilding structure in terms of roots. New job, new ways of managing finances, moving homes even. The native may feel uncomfortable that year within their home, they could feel detached even more than usual, and may long for an actual home of their own. Their own independence apart from family. Family could be stricter that year, and family events may be limited.

Saturn in the 6th house 🤍🌹- Structure, routine, discipline through health. The native may develop a stable gym routine and eating habits that year, and their health will improve with dedication and practice! They may choose a better diet, and learn about proper nutrition that year, and take care of their digestive system especially. Even energetically, the native will find themselves not wanting to consume shows or channels that are stressful. The native is meant to build a stable routine with their health.

11th house stellium 🌷🥂- Emphasis on networking, friends and meeting new people. Lots of people will want to meet the native, and will try to talk to the native. It’s easier to meet people this year, and to form new connections. Even strangers will randomly strike up a conversation with the native. Potential for meeting a marriage partner or best friend is strong! Potential for growing famous online is also strong, you may start an online business or be online a lot more this year.

11th house sun ☀️✨- Finding others is how you come back to yourself. What kind of community will you center yourself around? This year the native will try to figure out what kinds of friends they want, and where they belong. Through others the native comes to themselves, and people will teach a lot to the native. Not necessarily handing out wisdom, but there will be situations in which the native has to choose their own community and their beliefs compared to what everyone else wants.

11th house Venus 🦋🤍- Having friends and community becomes important, and the native realizes the importance of it all this year. Lots of people may want to date and get to know the native, as the 11th house is public. The native will be seen a lot more by others, around the place and people may actually make comments about that (I’ve had that happen with this placement many times!) The native will find that somehow the people around them come the right time when they need help too. Almost as if they’re blessed 💘 The native learns a lot about detachment from others expectations, and opinion. It’s about finding what works for them not for others this year. Potential for dating online is strong! And meeting someone through a dating app or social media.

Mars in the 12th house 💗🌹- The natives abilities and effort may struggle to be seen and recognized. There’s a sense that the natives effort is hidden, and the native feels unseen. It’s important this year the native keeps their plans and goals hidden as there could be others who want to criticize negatively. Especially with virgo 12th house! People may expect perfection from the native this year, or the native will struggle with perfectionist tendencies, and eventually will be the self undoing (12th house) Perfectionism is the natives enemy this year, and the native will have to find ways to understand themselves and work on their tendencies. There’s a chance to end up injured or hurt this year, so be cautious. The zodiac sign in that house will tell you where. For example if you have Virgo 12th house, your stomach in some way could struggle this year or be injured.

North Node in the 8th house ☕️💌- Leaving behind the material realm for the spiritual. Native is involved heavily with healing, releasing, and esoteric practices. The native eventually finds balance towards the end of the year with the material realm, but will likely find 6-8 months of deep inner work. Boundaries regarding spirituality get muddled as the native explores their psyche, uncovering new experiences! Healing and transformation through the past, to be in the present. Certain relationships can fall apart as it’s not aligned with the natives growth. Jobs may change as the native adjusts to their needs.

Libra Ascendant 🥂💗- Focus is on beauty and seeing the world through a connective lenses. Connection everywhere, with nature, people, communities, spirituality, etc. the native will fill more in touch with their fair and balanced side. This year the native will focus on balance, and not doing too less or too much. The act of balancing means things will be out of balance, so this year the native will go through upheaval as well. They will learn about discipline and structure throughout these changes, and work on mending things that were out of place. Going back and rebuilding. Or starting new if needed. The natives peace is important, and the native could find a partner this year! Depending on the other SR placements. The native is looking for ways to be connected to whats around them and within them.

Pluto in the 7th house 🌟🌷- Transformative relationships and unhealthy dynamics can come up this year in the native. Power dynamics and upheaval of roots in connections. The natives relationships with others is changing tremendously, and likely they could attract someone healing as well, and the two can heal. But with pluto here it can get intense and chaotic, if the two aren’t consistent working on themselves. People from outside could try to get into the natives relationship, adding gossip. It’s important to stay private this year with relationships.

Venus in the 12th house ✨☀️- Some I knew actually met a soulmate that year, the potential for a deep bonding connection came up. It was long distance given the 12th house ruling distant lands. If Venus is in a water sign for that year, the connection is a psychic one and very intuitive. Her house had cancer over it, and she developed a close bond with someone. They did things for the first time she’d never done before like traveling to another place! Everything was kept private, as Venus fell in the 12th house. Although this happened, they both mirrored wounds and did inner work to sustain the connection, and had a connection that was incredibly intimate. So Venus in the 12th can bring up a romantic interest, a connection that will be profound in terms of inner healing. It can also mean the native will choose to heal and do inner work, and not have the desire to date that year. It can mean codependency is the natives undoing that year in their relationships.

Sun in the 1st house ☀️🥂- Focus is on the self, growing and improving the body. The native could go to the gym and explore new routines, or be athletic that year. Participating in a sport they enjoy. Their appearance will go through a massive change too, someone I knew impulsively cut their hair after drinking lmao. It was super long, and then they went short! The father could be in the natives life a lot more, whether thats through spending time and bonding, or being intrusive and invasive. The native will realize a lot in terms of their strength, depending on which zodiac sign falls in the sun. For example, if its Leo, the native will realize a lot of their determination; strength, resilience and their self esteem will improve.

Venus in the descendant or 7th house 🤍☕️- Dating someone! Or meeting someone who is a potential partner. Venus was in my 7th house for my SR when I got into long term relationships. Conj. NN will be an impactful relationship, NN is also associated with destruction in a way because it rebuilds, and what doesn’t work must leave, so that relationship I had was incredibly chaotic 😅 But for those who have Venus in the 7th house, you will potentially meet a long term partner that year. Check the zodiac sign and that’ll tell you how! Someone with Gemini Venus 7th house met someone online.

Venus in the 1st 🌟🌹- Appearance changes! A glow up will definitely happen that year, and ideals of your relationship will change a lot. What you expect, want, desire will go through changes. You may prefer healing therapy of some kind for the body, like massages, or yoga. Something to restore the body physically. You could absolutely be in the gym too!

Saturn in the 1st 🌙🦋- Having to be more structural and disciplined within yourself. Setting new routines and maturing personal boundaries. You may struggle with dissatisfaction and apathy this year, because you’re moving towards what fulfills you. Check the zodiac sign to see what will be maturing most within yourself that year. For example if its in Pisces, you’ll be maturing the part of you that has wishes, dreams, but has been passive in taking an approach to make them happen.

Venus in the 5th house🌙🥂- More fun and romance this year! The chance to get to know someone and friendship. However your approach to dating will differ depending on what zodiac sign falls in the 5th house. For example, if it’s in Capricorn, you’ll take on a reserved and detached approach to relationships. You’ll show up practical.

Capricorn Venus 🦋🤍- Material matters are important and you’ll likely pick up extra hours this year. Your approach to relationships are practical, refined and you have a long term focus. You don’t want anyone or anything unnecessary, as you know it’ll hinder you this year. There’s a need to mature when it comes to relationships and understanding how they work, because Capricorn is ruled by Saturn. There will be lessons on emotional intimacy this year!

Leo Venus 🥂🌟- This year there will be a focus on attracting the one potentially, and going big. Not playing small in relationships and attracting abundance. Loyalty is important, and the native wants a commitment within their friendships or romantic interests. The native steps into their worth and their value. By valuing themselves, they learn to realize their value in other peoples life. Lessons regarding self worth and value will come up, and the native will find themselves having to speak up for what they deserve in relationships!

Thats all I have ya’ll! I hope y’all enjoyed and please support this blog 💗🤗 it’s very much appreciated! If ya’ll would like I’d love to do more of this!

[biibini]

hello! :DD

i love reading all of your fics, they make me giggle and smile so much <3 (we’re brain rotting together ✨🤞)

it’s my bday today, so i’m wondering if i may request modern mizu and reader spending time together during the reader’s birthday?

nsfw modern!mizu x reader’s bday (request)

tags: loving mizu, soft, morning kisses, affectionate mizu, touchy, cuddling, bathtub scene???, massages, cunnilingus, dom!mizu, praise, dirty talk, dirty praise talk ?, strap on, hickies, riding, receiving head, fingering, aftercare

a/n: omg first off HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY! i hope this isnt too late & thank u for reading the brain rots :) im glad yall enjoy it as much as i do

18+ suggestive content below

modern!mizu would start the bday business in the morning before u wake up

normally, she would wake up in the early morning to go to the gym

but one day without it wouldn’t be the end of the world

besides, she would get the workout later tonight in between ur legs

(yeah i said it, the D is fire🔥, happy wife happy life)

(anyways)

she’d go out and get fresh flowers

prob from the local flower store in downtown

she’d try to be quiet with her motorcycle but if ur a light sleeper, u would know whats up

but she would come back to the apartment quietly and place the flowers neatly in a new vase

before changing back into her pjs, she would place the vase on the desk w a little note saying “good morning & happy birthday baby ♡”

climbing back into bed, u would feel her arms surround u from behind

Mizu sneaks back into bed after successfully finishing her mission: getting a pretty bouquet for her pretty birthday girl. Now under the covers, she turns to look at you. Still fast asleep, her arms wrap your body from behind. She feels you stir awake and hum from her touch.

Mizu hunches over to get a better view of your face. Your eyes flutter open. You look to your left to find Mizu, hair down and looking at you endearingly.

"Happy birthday, baby.", Mizu greets you, giving you a good morning kiss. You smile and kiss her back. "Thank you.", you respond back.

You hook your arms around her neck, attempting to pull her in for more morning kisses. Instead, she stopped you in your tracks.

"Someone left a special present for a pretty birthday girl on the desk."

You looked past Mizu and spotted the vase on the desk, holding your favorite flowers. Your eyes widen in shock. You crawl out of bed and walk over to get a closer look at the bouquet. Laid next to the vase was a note written in Mizu's handwriting.

Good morning and happy birthday baby, it wrote.

You stared at the note in awe, looking back at proud MIzu with a smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You turned around to give Mizu a big hug and many many thank-you kisses.

modern!mizu would attempt to cook a breakfast in bed

she would probably end up asking u for help

but setting up the table? all her

serving u food? all her

setting u down in the chair? all her

she would want to treat her pretty girl well

in an attempt to make something cute, she would try to make heart-shaped pancakes or any shape u desired

it almost worked with the heart but it ended up looking like a squiggly heart

it was still delicious anyways

modern!mizu would def host a birthday lunch or dinner with u and ur friends

she can spend her time with u later tonight

but she wants u to celebrate with others during ur special day

i dont think she would surprise u but she would shock u with how meticulously planned everything is

from the reserved table to the special free birthday cake to the singing of happy birthday at the dinner table

at first, u thought it would just be the waiter and ur friends all sitting around and quietly singing

but akemi brought a karaoke microphone

and then taigen pulled out his speaker

and ringo brought out a tambourine

and mizu with another karaoke microphone

tbh it was ringo and akemi that wanted it to be loud but mizu just went along

its ur birthday it should be celebrated

they all proceeded to sing happy birthday, loud and proud

while ur waiter laughed and played along, happily singing and clapping to the beat

modern!mizu would probably find some way to sneak in "birthday kisses"

aka just more affectionate mizu

i feel like she wouldn't be the biggest fan of PDA but if she's feeling extra loving on ur special day, that goes out the window

if she's not holding ur hand, her arm is by ur shoulder

if her arm isn't wrapped around ur shoulder, it's wrapped around ur waist

and just random kisses

"just because" kisses

"oh it's ur bday" kisses

she's just in love and celebrating ur day

modern!mizu would definitely give u a relaxing bath after a long day of birthday celebrations

if big parties aren't ur thing, she would make sure to make u feel relaxed

she would set up the bath and let u pick whatever scent or bath bomb u wished to use

if it was ur thing, she would always recommend the lavender or jasmine scent for destress

while in the bath, she would set any tea u would like

light a candle

bring a book

if it was up to u, she could join the relaxation

but if u didn't wish for any disturbances, mizu wouldn't mind

but lets face it: ofc u want her in ur bday bath

after ur all settled, she would join right behind u & wrap her arms around ur body

its such a soft and intimate moment

after a day of celebration, u could relax and take a deep breath

You were sitting in the bathtub, filled with warm water, and a jasmine bath bomb quietly sizzling next to you. To your right, you watch Mizu light a lavender-scented candle. As you begin to settle into the bathtub and relax, you hear soft piano music in the background. You take a deep breath and enter your entire body into the bathtub, enveloping yourself in the warm water that Mizu prepared for you.

"Everything alright?", Mizu asks as she sits next to you outside the bathtub.

You nod in response. "Everything's perfect..."

You pause.

"Except one thing."

Mizu tilts her head in confusion. You look up to her, reaching your arm out to her with an open hand: an invitation to join you.

"You're missing.", you smile.

Mizu smiles back. Not a wide grin but a soft smile.

She strips down and enters the bath behind you. The water splashes against the side. Not overfilling quite yet, but almost filled to the brim with jasmine-scented bath water. You turn behind to see Mizu's face highlighted by one of the candles nearby. Her eyes softly gazed back at you, almost shining in the flickering light.

"Come here.", she says softly, wrapping her arms around your body. You lay back as you feel her hands find your sides, gently hugging your body. You feel her lips softly touch your shoulders, inching closer to your neck. Her breath tickles your neck, making you gasp in response.

"Mizu...", you turn your head to get a better view of Mizu.

"Shhh. Just relax.", she quietly mumbled.

"Let me treat my pretty girl on her birthday."

modern!mizu would give u little massages

she's gotten experience from eiji asking begging her to massage his back after a long day

by request, u can ask her to focus on specific pain points

but tbh the feeling of her hands caressing ur back (or anywhere) can send u a one-way trip to heaven

if ur still in the bath, she would wash ur hair too in the meantime

she can do her hair afterwards

the feeling of her fingers digging into ur scalp and back feels oh so good

NSFW content ahead

(oh thank god let's get to the good stuff)

modern!mizu would def give u birthday head

mizu would not hesitate at all

she would slowly start from giving u gentle kisses to worshipping ur entire body

and the finale erupting in between ur legs

strap or no strap, it was up to u

but she was determined to pleasure u either way

modern!mizu would keep on praising u the entire night

the amount of praises u would hear is sinful

a lot of "my love" or "my pretty girl"s but make it 100x

or "my pretty girl is doing so good"

"you like that, don't you?"

"taking my fingers so well... that's my beautiful girl"

(im blushing just thinking ab it)

modern!mizu would leave a dangerous number of marks

typically, she only likes to leave one or two hidden

but since she's already on a roll

she can get a little careless

and totally not leave a few in between your thighs

and around your boobs

and neck

all in all, she'd end the night giving u ultimate treatment aftercare aka just very affectionate and loving mizu

modern!mizu ends ur birthday night with cuddles and sweet kisses and more softer sfw praises until u fall asleep

You and Mizu lay yourselves on the bed, still recovering from the pleasurable highs and moans a couple minutes ago. Wrapped in Mizu's arms, you squeeze her arms tightly.

"Thank you for a wonderful birthday day, my love.", you compliment her as you kiss her cheek.

She turned to kiss you fully, one of her arms moving to allow her hand to cup your face.

"Anything for my pretty girl.", she answers back, smiling at you once more before coming closer to give you more loving kisses.

[fictionismyreality3]

can u make a headcanon on "how steve tries to impress with y/n"

How Steve Tries to Impress You

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, monopoly

Notes: this was supposed to be a cute hc but i couldn’t resist adding sprinkles of himbo!steve

first of all, I’d like to say he’s a gentleman but let’s be honest he’ll get REAL cheeky after he’s comfortable

before you’re close it’s all the basics of course 🥱

opening doors, pulling out your chair etc etc

but he doesn’t want you to see him as just a nice guy, he wants you to see him as the total (big) package

so he switches tactics

he conveniently happens to be in the weight room at the same time as you

will do that thing where he counts out loud the reps he’s at 🤭 but pretends he’s at like 100 instead of 20

offers to spot you a little too much

“C’mon y/n that’s a really tough set.” “Steve, we’re literally both supersoldiers.” “Yeah, but y/n..” 🥺

and of course ✨sweaty Steve Rogers✨

the guy’s built like a truck and he knows it

the man will lose the shirt as soon as you walk into the gym

if you’re going to use the showers, he jUst sO HaPpENs to appear

walks by you with just a towel around his waist with wET HAIRRRR

on game night this guy goes hard

he views it as an opportunity to win you over

who said monopoly couldn’t be romantic?

lemme impress you with my economic awareness 😩

“Y/n do you want park place? If you give me electric company I’ll give you park place, no tax. No, really you can-”

and of course he paints you anything and everything

if he sees you looking at anything for longer than 15 seconds it WILL appear in a frame by the end of the day

flowers.

flowers everywhere.

will get a book from the library yes he has a public library card and study the meaning of flowers to make you a bouquet

[w2soneshots]

Break up era -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: angst, break up.

summary: Harry breaks your heart so you book a solo trip to Greece.

notes: I don't love this but I had to get something out for you all!!😚💞 (also please send requests to my ‘ask me anything’✉️)

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y/username: meh

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taliamar: my girl, my girl🫶🏼

-> y/username: you already know😘

freyanightingale: love u

-> y/username: love u more

y/nfanpage21: she's healing😭✨

user40137927: my faith in love has disappeared.

Me and Harry broke up last week and I've been struggling. We were together for just over two years and I truly loved him with my whole heart (still do). He broke up with me because he said he'd 'lost feelings', which completely shocked me. Faith, Talia and Freya have been desperately trying to cheer me up and get me out of my apartment. I went on a shopping trip with Frey and T, as well as lunch with Faith. I also went to the gym for the first time in a while since it's meant to act little bit like therapy. None of it helped.

y/username just posted a new story!

After sitting in my apartment crying over Rapunzel and Eugene's love life I decided that I needed to get out of London, so I booked a last minute flight to a random island in Greece.

I spent the next week buying things for my trip, packing and trying to distract myself from Harry. When the day finally came I woke up early and headed to the airport via Uber. When I arrived I went through security, checked my suitcase in then spent the rest of my time in the business class lounge. Once my flight was called I left the lounge and headed to check in. When I got on the plane I found my seat and got situated, not soon after we took off.

y/username just posted a new story!

When we landed a few hours later I went to collect my bag. Then I got a taxi from the airport to a small boat that took me to the island. When I saw it on the booking website I thought it looked beautiful but it was seriously breathtaking in real life. The air smelt clean, the people are so kind and the food looks incredible.

The hotel is so rustic looking but also very well kept and clean. "Hello dear, do you have a booking?" The sweet lady at the front desk asked. "Yes I do, it should be under 'y/l/n'." I replied. "Ah! Yes, I'll show you to your room." She gestured for me to follow her with a big smile. "And here we are!" She said as I set my suitcase in the corner. "Wow this is beautiful, and what an amazing view!" I said enthusiastically while looking out of the window. She smiled "enjoy dear." And with that she left.

I spent my afternoon exploring the island then went back to the hotel to get changed for dinner. I wore a simple white knitted dress, along with some black flip-flops. I had an incredible (and surprisingly fancy) steak, along with some wine. I spoke to one of the locals for a little while before I decided to call it a night so headed back to my room.

The next day I woke to the bright sun shining through the sheer curtains. I practically jumped out of bed, got dressed then went into town to get some fresh fruit for breakfast. I then got into a swim suit and made my way down to the beach.

I sat enjoying the peace and quiet when I got a call from none other than Harry. I answered reluctantly "hello?" "Hey." He replied slowly. "What do you want Harry?" I asked with a sigh. "I'm sorry I- I know you're on holiday but- but I just wanted to apologise, and I couldn't wait any longer." He started. "Apologise for what? Because you don't love me anymore?" I said quietly. "That's just it... I do love you. I just didn't how much I did until you were gone. I don't know why I felt that way I don't know what happened." He said. "But- Harry you broke up with me... you broke my heart." He sighed "and I'm so sorry y/n," A tear slid down my face "I want to be with you but I- I understand if you don't want me anymore I-" "I still love you Harry, I always have. Of course I wanna be with you." I cut him off. Even know he hurt me I know that he wasn't trying to, he just didn't want to lead me on.

y/username

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y/username: umm... that was a weird week.

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wroetoshaw: 😶

shannonlangdon: stunning stunning stunning!!

-> y/username: ❤️❤️

faithloisak: iconic⭐️

y/nfanpage21: love a good solo trip🤭

user63071426: omg!! Are they back together??

[phuljari]

social media au! part 7

summary : khushi is a model and influencer; arnav just seems to stumble upon her profile one day— not so much by accident. (or what if khushi fell in love at first sight?)

warnings : nothing, just enjoy me freaking out over my finals (no wonder i'm here procrastinating)

a/n : um happy new year? #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta @arshifiesta wrote this shi so hard i manifested this irl so me and khushi are both in the #cantgethimouttamyhead club but i'm just sobbing my eyes out

hellohibyebye

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hellohibyebye kaam kare hum aur reshtwa kare nk babua 😘😒

nandiii mausi ji aap bhi naa 😭😭

anjaliiiii.r and the award for best roast of the year goes to 🏆

titaliya_k

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titaliya_k feeling orphic🕯️✨

(yes i googled it. yes it means mysterious and poetic. no i will not stop.)

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payaliyaa You and your fancy words! Just say you’re relaxing and we’ll believe you!

⤷titaliya_k jiji let me impress my man with my vocabulary!!!

divalavanya This aesthetic is EVERYTHING. 😍 Also, do I spy @/ardesignhouse’s perfume? 👀

⤷titaliya_k yesss

arnavsinghraizada The word you're looking for is 'ephemeral.'

⤷arnavsinghraizada Much like my patience when you steal my bath salts

⤷titaliya_k you bought lavender. you brought this on yourself.🙄

⤷nandiii Nannav and bath salts? This trip is giving all the goss

⤷arnavsinghraizada Why don't you ever fuck off?

arnavsinghraizada

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arnavsinghraizada For peace. Or revenge. view comments

titaliya_k: You’re lucky you’re cute. ⤷ titaliya_k: Also, not him posting my flowers like they personally betrayed him 😭💜 preetika123 liked a comment

payaliyaa: Lavender? What is this? @/arnavsinghraizada blink twice if Khushi has taken over your account

amanmathur: Sir??

nandiii: Bro you folded like a fitted sheet and posted lavender 🫡 Shubash mere bhai titaliya_k liked a comment preetika123 liked a comment ⤷ arnavsinghraizada: No one asked you ⤷ aakash_r: Shabaash!! Shubash nahi 😭

aakash_r: Bhai just say you're in love already ⤷ arnavsinghraizada: No one asked you either ⤷ aakash_r: To be fair, I’ve been lighting Payal ji’s gifted sandalwood candle and reevaluating my life too ⤷ arnavsinghraizada: You lit it because your room smells like a gym locker.

hellohibyebye: revenge ka planning ya plotting me help chahiye ka bitwa?

⤷mahendrarudrapratapsinghraizada: Tum toh shut up hi karlo

user1: lover era yessss

user2: he's so girlfriend

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(1) new messages from aakash_r

aakash_r: Payal ji

aakash_r: Thanks for the sandalwood candle by the way

payaliyaa: You're welcome Aakash ji! Though you deserved some well needed pampering too after the stressful account hacking situation

payaliyaa: Also thank you soooo much for helping Khushi sort this situation, it would have been quite impossible without you!

aakash_r: Arey, no no Payal ji! Bhai did most of it

payaliyaa: Which he couldn't have without your support!

aakash_r: The situation was very stressful for you as well

aakash_r: So hope you enjoy the little treat :)

payaliyaa

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payaliyaa De-stressing with matcha 💚 thank you @/aakash_r way too sweet and thoughtful!

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nandiii: Well, my heart is in shambles and I ship these two

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titaliya_k : soon you guys be matcha matcha too

aakash_r: You're very welcome Payal Ji! ⤷ hellohibyebye: itna mehenga giphat de diye bitwa?

divalavanya: Fancy schmancy

user1: girl this is pure gold, i savoured every drop of this!

user2: iced matcha lemonade anyone?

thekhushigupta

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thekhushigupta simping on main (yes this is me fr and yes the previous post was not me posting on this acc so i have deleted it)

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saritaraman That knife is too close to your thumb

⤷thekhushigupta you know we love playing with danger on this side of the screen

payaliyaa: That is clearly not your chopping skills stop posing

⤷thekhushigupta diii let me pretend 😭

gulabo_devyani Chotte?

guptagarima Very good Khushi, cooking class ki toh bilkul jaroorat hai tumhe👌

nandiii Lowkey hungry rn

TBC maybe?

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[apothe-cary]

Ask Game about Love:

@a-mumbling-nerd

2. Is your OC at all romantic themselves? Or is romance something they expect others to perform for their benefit?

Lucas: No. he’s a wreck at this stuff. Wtf is romance? He doesn’t have one romantic bone in his body. His idea of a date is sparring at the gym with a wine glass. He will try but don’t expect him to succeed.

Salto: Yes, Actually, he’s a sweet heart of a romantic once you get him there. He’s got the dinner, the suit and tie, fireworks at midnight type of romantic.

Grey: 💯 Man is doing picnics, Flowers, Sweets, braking, walks on the beach, candle lit dinners that he made for his partner. ROMANTIC in the blood stream.

Faolan: Eh. 50/50 he’s better at the physical than the emotional. He can do dates but mostly it would have to be his partners taking the lead. He just doesn’t know what a “good date” is. He’ll be like yeah let’s go to the beach and not realized it’s a date.

@teamtakagi

3. What does your OC look for in a romantic (or perhaps purely sexual) partner? Is this always healthy?

Lucas: A partner who can handle him. He’s well aware he’s got a mouth. If someone can remotely stand him and still be interested his quite content

Salto: Someone to be an absolute menace with. Partners in Crime

Grey: Quality time, grey loves someone who’s going to spend time with him, eat his cooking and just be with him. He’s not a picky guy he’s really just wanting someone to be with for the rest of his life

Faolan: He doesn’t even know. Primal need, Need to own. Board line obsession. Starts off not healthy but he will get there.

@vishantikaffar

4. Does your OC consider themselves to be attractive? Do they put much effort into achieving this?

Lucas: Not really? He just kind of wakes up and thinks he’s good enough. The only thing he puts much effort into is his body paint.

Salto: Yes, Cocky about it, he likes being a highlighter. He doesn’t change his hair color a lot. He is actively doing that.

Grey: Yes, he does view himself as attractive. He doesn’t really do anything to achieve it but he doesn’t think he’s not good looking.

Faolan: Yes, He’s a pretty boy and has the experience to back it. He knows he’s good looking and he enjoyed it. He definitely takes time to take care of himself. Beauty routine and all.

@wickedadaar

6. Has your OC ever had their heart broken? Have they ever truly recovered?

Lucas: No, he didn’t even know he could really feel something up until recently

Salto: No, Not really few fleeting crushes nothing crazy

Grey: Yes, Isabella actually. But he definitely got over it quickly after being at odds with Isabella

Faolan: Yes, actually it’s part of his backstory. He was dating a Tevinter mage and fell in hard love with him. Unfortunately the mage came from status and wouldn’t dare be seen with and I quote, “Knife ear.” Absolutely broke his heart and he hadn’t found the same connection since. It really traumatized him so he tried not to from connections especially those who have some type of title.

@zennihilation

7. What is the most romantic gesture your OC has ever performed? Alternatively (or additionally), what romantic gesture would they most like to perform?

Lucas: (would) Take a peaceful stroll, holding hands and lead them to their favorite place to have food

Salto: (would) Walk in the sunset on the beach, play guitar for their lover

Grey: (Has.) Picnic In Arlathan by a lake and Swim with his lover ✨

Faolan: (would) Play the piano, write a song for his lovers

@tiravi

10. Does your OC have a type? Have they ever been surprised by their feelings for someone who doesn't fit this?

Lucas: Anyone who can put up with his mouth at this point.

Salto: He’s attracted to someone who matches his vibe. He just really wants a partner in crime. He’s not particularly picky

Grey: Confident strong figures with a sweet tooth. Definitely needs to be able to feed them. Someone loyal fiercely so.

Faolan: He just wants someone who accepts him. He has no type

@larknnightingale

14. If they wish to impress someone for whom they have romantic (or at least sexual) feelings, does your OC attempt to present themselves as more confident, wealthy, popular or otherwise impressive, than they truly are?

Lucas: Lucas wouldn’t try to be anything more. He would, if anything, become more persistent in chasing them. He’s already a bit of a confident figure. Hes becoming more soft than he usually is rather than any of those things

Salto: Probably try and be more confident, he’s really trying to impress someone and he wants to show that he’s a confident person cause confidence is sexy.

Grey: Grey doesn’t try to be anything else. He just wants to impress someone with his cooking. Goes on a cooking frenzy of their favorite foods to impress

Faolan: Boosts his confidence by ten, acts like the top dog a good hit, but he’s terrified. Hes terrified they won’t like him back or that he’s lacking.

Thank you everyone who participated in this with me and asked! I enjoyed doing this and sorry for the delay! It was alot lol. Thank you again and enjoy!

[enchi-elm]

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences/a snippet of an unfinished work

I will do you one better, I will just post the whole thing as I'm not planning on taking it anywhere. Thanks, @strangegeology, for the tag!

Unbeta'd, unedited, etc. etc.

tagging @tortoisesshells, @ladysarai, @thenwhatthefukcisthis, @valerileygreen because I thiiiink you weren't tagged yet!

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one - love

Eames comes across Arthur at the tennis court. He wants to stay back, observe the man from a distance, but Arthur spots him as soon as he’s within view. His game face doesn’t change—if he’s scowling at Eames’ appearance, Eames can’t tell. He might be hitting the ball a little harder and his opponent stumbles as he lunges, sprawling flat against the court as the ball hits the chain-link fence.

Arthur walks to his bag and grabs his towel, holding up a finger and nodding at his opponent. He wipes his face, walking over swiftly to where Eames stands.

Before Eames can make a comment about his tennis whites, or even ask what the hell Arthur is doing playing at a country club, Arthur cuts him off.

"What are you doing here? Whatever this is, I don’t have time for this right now.”

Hello to you, too. But fine, if he wants to get right to business.

“I have a job for you,” Eames says.

“I don’t work for you.”

“No, but I thought you might deign to work alongside me again. For the right price.”

Arthur gives him a wary look, then glances at his opponent, who’s subtly trying to ingest as many glucose tubes as Arthur’s brief distraction will let him.

“I’m busy,” he says, turning away.

“I’ll be at the bar,” Eames calls out, without acknowledgement from the point man.

Arthur goes back to his position, tossing his towel aside en route. His opponent wipes his mouth and gets into position to serve, already grimacing.

Eames watches Arthur return the serve as if he’s decapitating someone.

Eames knows little about tennis and can’t gauge the length of the game before Arthur shows up at the country club, racket and gym bag slung over his shoulder. Eames is deep in conversation with another patron—swindling him blind and leading him on besides—but he gives a thin smile at the younger man’s approach.

“So what do you want?” Arthur asks, and Eames can tell from no tell at all: he won his match.

“Arthur, let me introduce you to Mr. Ian Thorpe. A financier from Atlanta.”

Arthur shakes hands, just this side of civil.

“Pleasure.”

“Your friend’s been spinning me quite the yarn,” the financier says. He’s a forgettable sort of rich—the right colour suit, but the wrong cut. “He’d have me believing in the investment of a lifetime.”

“He’s a crook,” Arthur says, to a chuckle from Eames. “And a liar. But he gets results.”

The man laughs and rises. “Well, maybe I will give you a call then. I’m sure we can find a way to do business.”

“The pleasure is all yours,” Eames says, greasily, packing everything into the lift of his lips that might otherwise be transmitted in a wink. Arthur watches the man leave and takes the other chair at the table.

“He’s not worth your time,” he says.

Eames casually flashes a black leather wallet—not his. “He already has been.”

“I doubt he’ll miss the cash.”

Eames flips it open and pulls out the driver’s license, perusing it. “It’s not the cash that interests me.”

“He’s your target.”

Eames puts away the wallet. “Or maybe just a person of interest.” He focuses on Arthur, a transparent smile on his face. It could mean anything.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to recruit you. If such a thing is even possible—you must be booked well into next year.”

“What’s the job?”

“An oil man. Bit of a twisted one.”

“Let me guess. Inception?” It wouldn’t be the first offer Arthur’s had this month. It wouldn’t be the first of the week. Whoever blabbed—and Arthur has his theories—made sure that their little reverse-heist was on the lips of every extractor in the industry. Not because they’d tried—God, lots of people had tried—but because Fischer Morrow had folded within six months after Fischer Sr.’s death. Even Arthur hadn’t expected such a swift return.

Eames hums, sympathetic to Arthur’s irritation. He must be hearing a lot of it, too. “You know that the men’s world record for the 100 m dash was at a stalemate for 12 years before it was broken? All it took was one man to crack it and it got beat twice again in four years.”

Arthur pushes down the urge to correct him. It was 14 years, not 12. And it took another five years for it to get broken again. But he knows what he’s saying. For the longest time, Inception was only theory.

“Why, did someone else do it?” That would be interesting.

“A sucker born every two weeks, if the rumour mill is to be believed. Personally, I doubt it.”

“Why, ‘cause you weren’t involved?”

“I was going to say,” Eames says, lifting his glass, “because you weren’t.”

The flattery works, for one unexpected second—Arthur feels a warmth in his neck. He pulls out his water bottle and drinks deeply.

“So what is the job? Extraction? I’m not doing more than two levels. I’m not exactly keen for another one of Yusuf’s concoctions.”

“That’s a shame. I can’t get him off my phone. Says he’s never had such a willing test subject. I think he’d work for free if it meant he got another whack at you.”

“Not a chance. Why aren’t you answering my question?”

“Because I’m savouring this time together before you storm off to annihilate some other poor sod on the court.”

Arthur narrows his eyes. “Why would I storm off?”

“Because you’re not going to like how much you’ll want to do this.”

Arthur listens as Eames tells him the job. He gives it ten steady seconds before he stands and walks away without another word.

“I’ll be in touch!” Eames calls and Arthur gives him the finger without looking back.

[starrysilvalley]

🌟(Ideal) Update Day: Sunday🌟

I've finally started releasing the chapters of Spectrum: Book 1 on Ao3! It is currently only viewable for Ao3 members, but I will post the chapters in their own separate post on Tumblr. That way people have the option to view it on either or if they so desire.

✨Heads Up✨

I am a full time college student and am currently in my junior year. While I’d like to remain consistent in posting, I have a life outside of my projects. My school ultimately takes priority while this is more of a fun passion project to keep me in the practice of writing fiction alongside my academic papers. I don't want to spoil my enjoyment of this project by putting extra pressure on myself. Art will come when I make it, as will the updates, although my goal is to update on Sundays.

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Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Scarlet & Violet | Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Kudari | Emmet, Original Characters, Original Child Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Reshiram (Pokemon), Zekrom (Pokemon), Lepardas | Liepard, Choroneko | Purrloin, Chillarmy | Minccino, Original Non-Human Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Dystopia, Artificial Intelligence, Cyberpunk, Alternate Universe - Future, Future Fic, Fluff and Angst, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Spoilers, Pokemon Black & White Spoilers, Pokemon Legends: Arceus Spoilers, Found Family, Inspired by 1984 - George Orwell, Inspired by I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream - Harlan Ellison, Rating: PG13

Summary:

Despite its name, New Unova is a mere shadow of the glory it once had— the problem is, no one can see it. No one can unless they experienced the idle conspiracies and injustices firsthand. When the kick-off of the annual Pokémon League Gym Tournament is disrupted by a resistance group sworn to return Unova to its foundation of truth and idealism, thirteen-year-old Una learns two truths: she is apart of a much greater plan for New Unova, and her guardian is not invincible.

Shaken by the discovery of a newfound gift and the near loss of her guardian, Emmet, Una decides the time has come to see all that New Unova has to offer with her own eyes and seek out the answers her guardians can’t provide. Yet her re-entrance into the society of New Unova comes with those who wish to use or abuse her gift for their own ends. The world is not as black and white as it once seemed, and Una must learn to navigate the darker shades of gray before they swallow her and what she holds dear whole.