#I am Australian I have the right to make these jokes

[blackkat15]

Sometimes I get reminded that William Afton/Springtrap's voice actor is Australian and I break out into a cold sweat.

William Afton: *Get's Springlocked.* She'll be right.

Springtrap: Walking around in this suit is hard yakka.

William Afton (as Springbonnie): Hey kids I got a prezzy for you!

The MCI Kids: *Confused.*

William Afton: My fucking handcrank has gone walkabout.

Henry: It's what?

[pucksandpower]

Playing Cupid

Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader

Summary: convinced that you and Max must be the most oblivious people on earth, the rest of the grid decide to take matters into their own hands

“Hey, I bet I can beat you to the debrief room!” Max’s voice carries through the paddock, his familiar smile in place.

You roll your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. “You always say that and yet here we are.”

He chuckles, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face, “Optimism, it’s just part of my charm.”

“You mean your delusion?” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.

There’s a pause as you both make your way, the chatter of crew members a steady background hum as Max’s laughter and your shared jokes create a bubble around the two of you.

“You two are like the dynamic duo of Red Bull,” Daniel pipes up from where he’s leaning against the wall with his signature grin stretching across his face. “Batman and Robin vibes.”

You glance at Max, raising an eyebrow. “Batman and Robin? More like Tom and Jerry.”

Max snorts. “Which one am I?”

“Definitely Tom. Always chasing but never quite catching up.” You stick out your tongue playfully.

Daniel shakes his head with a laugh, “The chemistry though! It’s electric. The entire grid sees it.”

You look puzzled, glancing at Max whose face mirrors your own. “What are you on about, Danny?”

Before he can reply, Max’s race engineer joins in, “He’s not wrong. It’s like watching two magnets circle each other, not knowing they’re meant to connect.”

Max shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed at GP’s observation, “We’re just good friends. Teammates. That’s all.”

You nod in agreement. “Exactly! Just because we joke around doesn’t mean—”

“—there’s anything more,” Max finishes for you, the two of you so in sync it makes GP and Daniel exchange amused glances.

“Whatever you say,” GP chuckles.

The day wears on, filled with the usual press conferences, race strategies, and banter. But now, there’s an underlying hum, a question that seems to have spread among the drivers and teams: what if?

In the evening, as you’re about to make your way back to the hotel, Lewis sidles up to you. “You and Max, huh? That’s something. The fans will love it.”

You blink in surprise. “We’re just teammates. That’s all.”

He winks. “For now.”

You just laugh it off, not sure how to respond.

Later that night, you and Max find yourselves in a private corner of your hotel restaurant, both tired but satisfied. “Did Lewis say something weird to you too?” Max asks, sipping his drink.

You nod. “About us. I mean, we’re close, but all this talk ... it’s a bit strange, right?”

He sighs, “Yeah. Just because two people get along doesn’t mean they’re ... you know, together together.”

You chuckle. “Exactly. We’re friends. Best friends. That’s all.”

***

“Truth or dare!” The booming voice with an enthusiastic Australian accent echoes across the lounge where a few of the drivers have gathered post-qualifying, hoping to unwind.

Max groans from beside you. “Do we have to? Every time it ends up embarrassing at least one of us.”

You nudge him, laughing. “Oh, come on. Scared of a little dare, Verstappen?”

Daniel’s eyes gleam with mischief. “Exactly. What are you so afraid of, Maxie? Maybe revealing a certain ... secret?”

Lando, lounging on a sofa, chips in, “Or maybe singing a serenade for a certain someone?”

Max’s cheeks turn a shade redder while you feel your own face heat up. “I think Danny and Lando are in cahoots,” you whisper to Max, who chuckles in agreement.

“Alright, alright,” Max concedes, “Truth or dare. Bring it on.”

Daniel’s smile widens even further, a clear sign that he’s up to no good. “Okay, Max. Truth or dare?”

Max hesitates for a split second. “Dare.”

Daniel rubs his hands together with a surprisingly convincing evil smirk. “I dare you to serenade ...” He deliberately drags out the suspense, glancing around the room before pointing directly at you, “... your lovely teammate here.”

The room erupts into laughter and teasing. “Oh, this is going to be good!”

Max looks at you apologetically but there’s a playful glint in his eye. “Alright, alright. What song?”

You shake your head, already giggling in anticipation of what is to come. “Surprise me.”

Gathering courage, Max stands up, clearing his throat dramatically. He looks right into your eyes, a playful glint in his, and starts singing “I Want It That Way” … mostly.

“Tell me why … I keep crashing into walls. Tell me why … I can’t seem to win them all. Tell me why … I never want to hear you say, box box box box box.”

You laugh so hard that tears stream down your face. The room is filled with laughter, claps, and a few playful boos (mostly from Charles who seem partially traumatized by the mention of boxing).

“That’s officially the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, sarcasm dripping from your words.

Max takes a bow, still red-faced. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

As the night winds down and the group starts to disperse, Daniel sidles up to you. “Soooooo …. did the serenade work?”

You laugh, “It was entertaining, to say the least. But Max and I ...” You trail off, not sure how to put your relationship into words.

“It’s alright,” Daniel nods understandingly and for a moment you actually think he might stop scheming to get the two of you together. But then he winks, “Sometimes the best things take time.”

***

“Formula 1 is as much about connections off the track as it is on,” Lewis begins, his voice smooth, measured, a practiced art in front of the cameras during the press conference. Flashbulbs click and reporters scribble notes. “Sometimes those connections are ... more than what meets the eye. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You raise an eyebrow. Next to you, Max shuffles slightly awkwardly.

Before you can answer, Lewis continues, eyes glinting with mischief, “For instance, teams with two drivers who might be ... more than just teammates?” His gaze flits subtly between you and Max, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.

Max laughs it off. “Talking about you and George? Or was it back with Nico?”

A ripple of laughter flows through the conference room and you bite back a smile, appreciating Max’s deflection.

Lewis grins, completely unfazed. “Good one. But no, I’ve heard some rumors about another team ... one that rhymes with Bed Rull, perhaps?”

Now you feel the need to intervene, “Rumors are just that, Lewis. Rumors. Max and I are teammates, good friends. Nothing more.” You keep your voice light but firm.

“But isn’t it interesting,” Lewis ponders aloud, “how two people can spend so much time together, share so many experiences, practically think with the same brain, and still not notice a ... deeper connection?”

Max’s eyes meet yours briefly, a momentary search for an answer, a reaction perhaps. But as quick as the look is, it’s gone.

After finishing up with media, Charles shoots a dimpled smile your way. “Quite the interview by Lewis, huh? He’s not usually one for gossip.”

You laugh. “Trying to stir the pot, I guess. Maybe he’s bored? Everyone loves a good love story.”

Charles nods, his gaze a bit more serious. “But sometimes … sometimes rumors are built on a foundation of truth. Even if you don’t see it.”

You mull over his words but before you can respond, Max joins the conversation. “Is everyone becoming a relationship expert these days or something?”

Charles just shrugs with an impish grin. “Maybe we all just want to see our friends happy.”

The comment gives you pause. Is that all this is? Friendly teasing? Or is there something more you’re missing? Something right in front of you that you’re not seeing?

But for now, as you and Max head back towards the Red Bull motorhome, you push those thoughts aside, determined to focus on the upcoming race and the challenge it presents.

***

“Fancy seeing you here!” Your team principal greets you, his tone feigning surprise as you walk into the upscale restaurant.

Max squints at him suspiciously. “You invited us both here, Christian.”

“Yes, a lovely team dinner. Just the three of us,” Christian confirms with an overly innocent smile as he guides you both to a table by the window.

The setting is intimate, with soft lighting and plush seating. A live harpist is serenading diners. It’s definitely not your typical “team dinner.”

“Christian,” you muse aloud, “this place looks a tad extravagant for a casual dinner, does it not?”

He shrugs, a smile still in place. “Consider it a treat for the team’s recent successes.”

Before you can continue your line of questioning, a waiter approaches to take your orders. You and Max share a conspiratorial glance.

“I’ll have the lobster bisque to start. With extra lobster,” Max begins, deciding to indulge.

“I’ll take the osetra caviar. You can bring the entire tin. With extra blini,” you add, grinning as you see Christian’s eyes widen.

Christian clears his throat. “Well, I actually just remembered an urgent call I have to take. Enjoy the meal, you two.” And with that, he hurries away, leaving you both chuckling.

Max leans in with a whisper, “Do you think he’s up to something?”

“Absolutely. Let’s make him pay ... literally. He did say it’s on him.”

Safe to say that you both enjoy the finest dishes the restaurant has to offer. “At this rate,” you joke as the waiter opens your second bottle of ridiculously expensive wine, “Red Bull is going to break the budget cap because of catering. Again.”

Throughout the meal, you and Max discuss the recent upgrades to your cars, dissecting each detail with genuine interest and passion. The conversation flows easily but is entirely centered on racing.

Unbeknownst to you both, scattered around the restaurant are various team members and drivers in disguises, watching your every move. From Daniel donning a fake mustache as he pretends to be a waiter to Yuki wearing a chef’s hat peeking out of the kitchen, they’re all there and all invested in the outcome of the evening.

From his spot behind the bar, Lando, sporting a terrible wig, groans. “They’re just talking about tire degradation! This is so frustrating.”

Charles, disguised as a saxophonist with a carefully trimmed goatee, chimes in, “I thought this would be it. This setting is perfect.”

Back at your table, you raise your glass. “To another successful season and having amazing teammates.”

Max clinks his glass against yours, laughing. “Cheers to that!”

As you leave, completely oblivious to your undercover audience, the collective sigh of exasperation from the team members is almost audible even over the live music.

***

“What’s this?” You lift the elegantly wrapped package from your locker, examining the tag which reads: From Fernando - Enjoy the relaxation.

Max, peering over your shoulder, also pulls out a similar package from his locker. “Looks like we both got gifts.”

Ripping open the delicate paper, you pull out a luxurious pamphlet. The cover boasts a serene image of a spa, complete with candle-lit rooms and peaceful landscapes. Max’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s got the same one.

“A couples spa retreat?” Max reads aloud, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Really?”

Fernando, passing by at that exact moment, grins cheekily. “Thought you two could use some relaxation and a day off the track.”

“Very thoughtful of you,” you reply, peering up at him skeptically, “But why a couples retreat?”

Fernando shrugs, the picture of innocence. “It had the best reviews. Just trying to be a good friend.”

Max laughs, rolling his eyes. “Well, thanks for the ... thoughtful gift. Might as well use it.”

And so, you find yourself at the spa, wrapped in plush robes as the gentle hum of soft music and flowing water fills the air.

Max, his feet soaking in a warm tub and a clay mask setting on his face, looks over at you. “You think this was another one of their schemes to get us together?”

You laugh, dipping your toes into the fragrant water. “At this point, nothing would surprise me.”

The day goes on with various treatments — massages, scrubs, and mud baths. But instead of talking about personal lives or diving deep into emotions, you both end up discussing the possible benefits of the treatments.

“You know,” Max muses as he receives a deep tissue massage, “this technique might help with muscle fatigue after long races.”

You, getting a foot massage, nod in agreement. “Absolutely. And the mud bath we took earlier? Might help with detoxifying after particularly sweaty race weekends.”

The spa therapists, used to couples sharing intimate moments, are clearly bemused by your discussions.

Later, as you both relax in the sauna, Fernando sneaks a peek through a small window, hoping to catch a romantic moment. But to his chagrin, he finds you both animatedly discussing the aerodynamics of your cars.

“Did you notice the slight drag on the left during the last turn?” You ask, wiping away sweat.

Max nods. “I’ve been meaning to bring that up. We need to discuss that with the team.”

Fernando sighs, leaning against the wall outside the sauna. “They’re hopeless,” he mutters to himself.

He approaches you both later, looking slightly defeated. “So, the spa day? Did it perhaps help ... bring you two closer?”

You smile, patting him on the shoulder. “It was amazing for our driving techniques. Thanks, Fernando.”

Max nods in agreement, “Best spa day ever. We’re thinking of making it a regular thing.”

Fernando groans, realizing that his plan, like all the others, has somehow backfired. “I give up. You two are impossible.”

***

“Beach volleyball? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, looking at the makeshift court that Lando and George have set up on the sand.

George grins, passing a volleyball between his hands. “Thought it’d be a fun way to unwind. And we’ve set the teams so it’s fair and ... interesting.”

Lando winks. “You and Y/N are paired up, of course. We thought you two could use some quality time together.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Let me guess, another one of your schemes to play matchmaker?”

Lando feigns shock. “Us? We would never.”

You laugh, pulling Max towards your side of the makeshift court. “Alright then, let’s do this. Prepare to be schooled, boys.”

What was meant to be a friendly match quickly turns intense. Max and you make a formidable team. The chemistry on the track seamlessly transitions to the sand, both of you equally competitive and always anticipating the other’s next moves.

“I didn’t know you two were this good!” George pants, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

You wink at him, taking your position. “There’s a lot you don’t know about us.”

Neither you nor Max are willing to give an inch. Diving saves, powerful spikes, and clever feints — you both are in it to win it.

Lando, gasping and covered in sand, mutters to George, “This was supposed to be fun. Not an Olympic match.”

The final point arrives, with you and Max at an advantage. Lando, attempting a weak serve, sends the ball perfectly to you. With a powerful run-up, you spike the ball back directly towards him. It’s fast, precise, and ... it ends up hitting Lando square in his balls.

He collapses on the hot sand, groaning. The surrounding crowd winces empathetically but you and Max? You both burst into uncontrollable laughter, falling to your knees for an entirely different reason.

“Lando!” George rushes to his side, a mix of concern and amusement on his face.

Still on the ground, Lando whines, “There go my chances of ever having kids.”

Max, between fits of laughter, manages to say, “Sorry, mate. But that was ... epic.”

You nod in agreement, offering Lando a hand. “Next time, be prepared if you’re going to challenge us. We don’t do things by halves.”

Lando takes your hand to pull himself up. “Noted. No more volleyball with you two.”

***

“Whoa,” Max blinks, staring at his phone screen. “Did you just text me?”

You frown, looking up from your own phone. “No, why?”

He shows you the screen where a message pops up, supposedly from you:

I’ve been meaning to tell you

I think I have feelings for you

Your eyes widen in shock. “I definitely didn’t send that. Wait …” You check your phone, finding a similar message supposedly from Max:

Ever since we became teammates, I’ve felt something more

Do you feel the same?

Confused, you show Max the message. The two of you exchange bewildered glances. “What is happening?” He asks, genuinely perplexed.

You shake your head. “Someone must think it’s funny to play a game with us.”

From a distance, behind the pit wall, Pierre Gasly is trying hard to suppress his laughter, watching the two of you. He nudges Charles who is next to him. “Do you think they bought it?”

Charles grins, “Knowing those two, they will probably figure it out. But it was worth the shot.”

Back at your spot, Max raises an eyebrow, “Did you by any chance get a new number recently?”

You nod. “Yeah, last week. Remember I gave it to you when we flew in? But only the team and our friends have it. Who would pull such a prank?”

Max smirks, “I have a few suspects in mind.”

You both decide to play along, typing away furiously. Max’s smirk grows wider with every passing second. “Let’s see how much our prankster likes the cards being reversed.”

Minutes later, Pierre’s phone buzzes. It’s a message from Max:

I’m so relieved you feel the same

How about dinner tonight?

Somewhere private?

Pierre’s eyes widen in surprise. He quickly checks your supposed response:

Of course I do!

Can’t believe we waited this long to admit our feelings

See you tonight? Let’s meet in the lobby for drinks and maybe dessert if you’re lucky ❤️

Pierre gulps, shooting a panicked look at Charles. “I think I’ve made a huge mistake.”

Charles snickers. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

Later in the day, Pierre approaches with guilt basically stamped across his forehead. “Look, about the texts you got …”

You grin. “Figured it out, did you?”

Max chuckles, clapping Pierre on the back. “Nice try but despite what you may think, we’re not complete idiots. ”

Pierre sighs in relief. “Honestly, I thought I might have ignited something real for a moment there.”

You laugh, “I would hope any grand confession of love I receive happens through something other than sneaky texts.”

Pierre nods, smiling sheepishly. “Fair enough. But hey, if you ever do decide to go for a romantic dinner, let me know. It’s on me.”

Max grins, “Deal.”

***

The paddock is transformed. A massive screen is set up, loungers and bean bags are spread around, and fairy lights dangle from above as a large screen and projector take center stage.

“Rom-coms?” Max squints at the list Charles is holding, a collection of the cheesiest, most cliche romantic movies available.

Charles grins, unashamed. “Best way to set the mood, right?”

You laugh, “Still trying to make Lestappen happen?”

Charles blushes. “That was one time! Besides, I have moved on to more ... realistic goals.”

Lando pops up from behind a popcorn stand, “Like getting you two to finally see what’s right in front of you.”

You roll your eyes, playfully pelting a handful of popcorn at his head. “Enough with the matchmaking.”

The movie starts and it’s clear that every spot has been strategically taken, leaving just one chair available. Daniel points to your teammate with a deceivingly innocent expression, “Why don’t you sit on Max’s lap? Save space.”

Max doesn’t miss a beat. “Or you could give up your seat and come sit on my lap yourself.”

The surrounding drivers erupt in laughter as Daniel smiles widely, conceding the point. You both end up squeezing into the chair somehow.

As the movie plays, instead of getting swept up in the romance, you both start dissecting it.

“Why would she run in the rain after him? That’s just asking for pneumonia,” Max comments as the heroine dashes through a downpour.

You nod in agreement, “And those heels? Totally impractical. She should have changed into boots.”

Charles groans, burying his face in his hands. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

George pats his hair sympathetically, “You tried. That’s what matters.”

As the movie reaches its climax with a grand chase through the airport, you muse, “You know, airports have strict security. How did he even get to the gate without a boarding pass?”

Max nods, “And the plane? Totally off. They used the wrong model. That one can’t fly long-haul.”

Charles jumps up in exasperation. “That’s it! No more movies. You two are ridiculous.”

You grin, throwing an arm around Max. “Oh, come on. Admit it … you love us.”

Max chuckles, “Thanks for the movie night. Learned a lot about airport logistics and practical footwear.”

Charles sighs but a smile tugs at his lips. “We’re really not being paid enough for this.”

***

“Team-building exercise?” Max echoes. Both of you are seated in Christian’s office, a mysterious smile playing on the team principal’s lips.

Christian nods, gesturing to the woman beside him. “This is Dr. Amelia Foster, a top relationship expert.”

You exchange a hesitant glance with Max. “Relationship expert? But we’re not a couple.”

Dr. Foster chuckles, adjusting her glasses. “I’m not here for romantic purposes. I help partners of all kinds communicate better. Even teammates.”

Max leans forward. “So, what’s the plan?”

Christian clears his throat. “A simple session. See if there’s any room for improvement in your communication. I mean, you two are already a great team. Imagine if you were even better?”

Dr. Foster nods, opening her notebook. “Let’s start with a basic exercise. Max, describe how you feel when Y/N makes a risky move.”

Max thinks for a moment. “Concerned, I guess. I trust her skills but I also worry about her safety.”

You smile, touched. “And I feel proud when Max nails a difficult maneuver. He has an instinct during races that is unmatched.”

The session continues, delving into how you view each other’s strengths, weaknesses, and driving styles. As the conversation flows, Dr. Foster introduces various communication techniques.

“Now, let’s practice active listening,” she suggests. “Y/N, tell Max something, and Max, you’ll repeat it back in your own words.”

You nod. “Alright. Sometimes, when we’re racing side by side, I wish you would give me a tiny bit more space.”

Max considers then responds, “You’d like me to be a bit more cautious and ensure you have enough room during close races.”

Dr. Foster claps her hands. “Excellent! See? It’s about mutually understanding and validating each other’s perspectives.”

By the end of the session, both of you are genuinely engrossed in the exercises, seeing the potential benefits for your on-track dynamic.

As you both leave, Max turns to you, excitement in his eyes. “That technique where we visualize the other’s perspective? That could be a game-changer during races!”

You nod in agreement. “Absolutely! And the active listening can help during debriefs. Ensure we’re always on the same page.”

Christian, waiting outside, is initially hopeful upon seeing your animated discussion. “So, did the two of you ... connect?”

Max grins, “Oh, we did! I think our communication on the track is going to be better than ever.”

Christian sighs, realizing his matchmaking attempt has gone astray once again. “Not quite what I had in mind but I’ll take it for now.”

***

“I swear, rain at a race weekend is the universe’s way of telling us to slow down,” you quip, leaning back in your chair as the rain pours outside.

Max chuckles from his seat next to you. “Or it’s just weather. But I prefer your explanation.”

The sound of the rain has already lulled a group of mechanics to sleep. There’s an unexpected calm with the usual bustle of the race on hold.

You pull out your phone, browsing your music. “Let’s trade favorite songs. Bet I can surprise you with my taste.”

Max opens his own music app. “Challenge accepted.”

You play an indie track that has become your recent favorite. Max listens thoughtfully, “Never pegged you for an indie fan.”

You shrug, “Life’s full of surprises. Your turn.”

He selects a familiar classic rock track that makes you grin. “Bohemian Rhapsody? Really?”

He smirks, “Told you, surprises.”

“I’m mostly just surprised it’s not 33 Max Verstappen,” you tease.

As the afternoon stretches on, the music transitions to shared stories. You talk about your childhood, the early days of karting, the struggles, and triumphs. He shares his own tales, moments that shaped him, the highs and lows of his journey.

“Remember our first race as teammates?” He asks, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You laugh, “How could I forget? You almost ran me off the track.”

He chuckles, “Defensive driving. But you held your ground. Earned my respect that day.”

“And you earned mine,” you reminisce. “Not just as a driver but as a person.”

The atmosphere shifts, the mood turning contemplative. The stories become more personal, more intimate. You share your fears, dreams, and hopes. The raw honesty of the moment creates a bridge, a connection neither of you realized was missing.

Max looks at you, his gaze intense. “You know, despite all the teasing from the others, the setups, and the jokes, I never stopped to really see ... us.”

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’ve been so focused on the track, on our partnership as teammates, that I never paused to consider the possibility of ... something more.”

He reaches out to gently take your hand, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. “Maybe it’s time we did.”

You look into his eyes, seeing your own emotions reflected back, and smile. “Maybe it is.”

***

The roar of the crowd is deafening as you both step onto the podium. The last race had been intense, with both of you claiming the top spots. Max, in first, and you, a close second. The excitement is contagious, the air electric.

Max turns to you, the gleam of victory in his eyes mirrored by another emotion that has been growing since that rainy day. Without another word, he pulls you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like a victory all on its own.

The crowd goes wild, cheering and whistling. But what draws your attention as you pull away, breathless, is the reaction of the grid below.

Lando jumps up, punching the air. “Yes!”

Charles grins, clapping his hands together. “Told you it’d happen on the podium!”

Daniel, laughing, shouts, “Pay up, everyone! I had this race in the betting pool.”

Confused, you turn to Max, who shrugs, just as out of the loop.

Later, as the celebrations continue, Pierre pulls you both aside, showing a clip on his phone. It’s a video from a few months ago, all the drivers and Christian huddled together, placing bets on a whiteboard labeled When Will Max and Y/N Finally Stop Being Blind?

You laugh, watching the clip. “Of course you all managed to turn our love life into a game.”

Max wraps an arm around you. “Well, they do say racing is all about strategy and timing.”

Lando approaches with a pout. “You couldn’t wait a bit longer? I was two races off.”

Daniel, counting his winnings, smirks. “Better luck next time.”

Christian shakes his head with a laugh but pulls both of you in for a hug. “Never thought I’d be so happy to lose 50 quid. Congrats, you two.”

Surrounded by the people who spent most of the season trying to make this happen, you realize that love, like racing, has its own unpredictable course. Because sometimes, the best races aren’t on the track. They’re the ones that lead to unexpected, beautiful destinations.

[marlenesluv]

Bad Decisions. (LS)

Summary: After Logan isn’t able to compete in the Australian Grand Prix, his girlfriend shows everyone just how amazing he is. Which leads to a major turn of events.

Note: Used the indent feature instead of copy and pasting that arrow I usually use, lol. Hope you guys don’t mind too much, it’s much easier for me.

Warnings: None

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y/n.user: he may not be able to race this weekend, but that just means he can hangout with me and lily in the garage and heckle the other drivers🙃

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alex_albon: do you heckle me??

y/n.user: not usually, but this weekend…maybe

alex_albon: ??????

user7: i love how supportive she isssss

logansargeant: i love you❤️

y/n.user: i love you too❤️😙

f1wags: williams has the BEST wags 🙏

ls2editsss: he’ll come back stronger next weekend💪

user3: CUTEST COUPLE EVER!!!!!

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logansargeant: disappointing weekend. but at least i have my girl ❤️

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y/n.user: lo🥺

logansargeant: 🙃❤️

y/n.user: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

f1editpage: awwww, they are so soft

oscarpiastri: sorry about this weekend mate. next week will be better👏

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user1: loveee their love

alex_albon: i owe you😣

y/n.user: alr. give it back.

lilymhe: AHHHAHAHAHAHA

alex_albon: 😐

wagpagee: y/n is sooo angelic

user6: anyone else find it weird that like the whole grid follows y/n and not logan?

user2: i guess, but y/n has been friends with lily since they were little🤷‍♀️

user6: eh so?

user2: well lily and alex have been together for around 5 years, so she’s been around the paddock for 5 years instead of the 1 logan has

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y/n.user: appreciation post for my my favorite person in the whole world, my own personal captain america❤️🤍💙 i love you, logan. thank you for being the best boyfriend, best friend, and person ever❣️

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f1wags: well, that’ll do it. the waterworks, oh my🥹

logansargeant: don’t make me cry right now. i’ll make you mrs. sargeant

y/n.user: 😳

logansargeant: unmmm shit

y/n.user: i would say yes. just saying 🤷‍♀️

user6: she would WHAT

flavy.barla: this is so cute and all, but the comments? you married now, girl?

y/n.user: not yet😞 i’ll lyk

flavy.barla: 🙏💓

oscarpiastri: excuse me? logan? answer your PHONE??

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logansargeant & y/n.user: We liked each other and put on a ring on it 💍❤️ And finally got Logan in a race car that had a chassis 🙃😉

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lilymhe: congratulations guys!!!💓

f1wags: AWWW STOP

user8: this wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card, but i am so here for it

alex_albon: funny joke y/n😐 but congratulations!!!!!

oscarpiastri: not sure why you guys waited so long

lilyzneimer: you’re talking?

y/n.user: aw shit, you tell him lily👏

lilyzneimer: thank you, congratulations btw❣️

*liked by y/n.user*

user3: mother and father🙏😮‍💨

landonorris: CONGRATSSSSS

maxverstappen1: congratulations! p wants to be the flower girl, i told her i would ask…don’t feel obligated

y/n.user: 🥹tell p yes. she’s the cutest ever

logansargeant: im the cutest ever. but ok

scottjames31: you will soon learn that once you’re married, you aren’t the cutest anymore and kids come first

logansargeant: 😐

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated ^-^)

[laneywrld]

call out my name | Lewis Hamilton

request: heyy, can we get a story with call out my name by the weeknd as the base line of the story .

word count: 3.6k

warnings: none

When you first met Lewis, you had a feeling it'd end like this.

If you could go back and change that night, you would, with no hesitation. You missed the days when Lewis was a nonfactor in your life when you didn't know he existed.

You remember that night all too well. Miami was always alive when the Grand Prix came around, your friends, like the partygoers they were enjoyed taking the opportunity to take on the vibrant nightlife and enjoy the crowds the race brought in.

It was an annual tradition, you could say, to party like tomorrow didn't exist when the lights shut down and engines roared to life.

When you first moved to Miami, you hadn't understood the essence of the sport or the crowds it brought in, until you met an overly enthusiastic Daniel Ricciardo.

You had no clue who he was when he quite literally stumbled into your path; his boyish smile and golden retriever energy made it almost impossible to be mad at him as his drink soaked your dress.

"I'm so sorry!" He calls out, stumbling over himself.

"You're not from here?" You called out as you reached down to help him stand up straight. His thick accent was a dead giveaway.

"No, I'm Australian."

"Long way from home," you shouted over the music, dragging his frame into an open seat further away from the dance floor.

"I'm working." He slurs, smiling up at you.

"Mhmm, doesn't look like you're working," you trail off, "what's your name?"

"Danny. After work fun."

"Ahh," you hum, "okay, understandable. I'm going to get you some water, okay? Did you come here with friends?"

"No. Was actually planning on making some friends." He laughs, and it makes you chortle as well.

"Miami is not the place to make friends Danny." You informed. "Stay here, I'm going to grab that water."

You saunter away, keeping an eye on the lean man as you approach the bar. You order a water, paying for the overpriced bottle with your Apple wallet, and quickly return to the drunken man. You don't know why you helped him; it was just in your nature to assist anyone you could.

Danny smiles up at you with an appreciative smile as you uncap the bottle for him, "Can you hold it, or do I have to give it to you?" You inquire.

"Give it to me, please."

You both break out into childish snickers at his words. "Easy there, buddy," you warn, tilting his chin up and directing the bottle to his mouth.

You pull it away, tightening the cap and placing it in front of him on the table. You then slide into the booth beside, "I'd feel better with myself if I stay with you for a while, just to make sure you're okay."

He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, "Yeah, I get it; I'm so shitfaced right now."

It is quiet between the two of you for a while, you constantly reaching over to make sure he's hydrated and him smiling at you all dopey-like.

"You from here?" He asks as he starts to regain his sober mind.

You shake your head, "No, just moved here though."

"You can be my Miami friend." Danny grins.

"I'll probably never see you again after tonight, Mr Australia." You joke, nudging his shoulder with your own.

"I come here every year around this time." He announces. "Work."

"Work," you nod. "Right."

"Yes or no?" He prods.

"Have to see if you can hang; it doesn’t look like you can." You joke.

He scoffs, leaning away and eyeing you. "Please, I am a good time, the best time."

"Sir, I've just met you, and I'm taking care of your drunk ass." You cackle.

"How about this, stick with me for the rest of the night, and if we have a blast, every time I'm in Miami, you ride with me."

"You're going to get white girl wasted every time?" You inquire with a raised brow, and he laughs hard.

"Probably."

It was safe to say that Daniel was a blast. Even if he did party like a fratboy, you enjoyed his company. He gave you the energy of a teenage coming-of-age movie, doing whatever and saying whatever with his friends. It was a connection you hadn't experienced before.

And you enjoyed it, you liked spending time with your Australian friend. Which is how you ended up meeting Sir Lewis Hamilton six years later.

Lewis didn't know why he allowed his enthusiastic coworker to convince him to spend a night in Miami with him. The only solace he found in the situation was knowing that he wasn't the only driver there. Everyone was there, in a section booked by no one other than Daniel Ric himself.

It was nice for sure, and Lewis was curious as to how Daniel, of all people, knew so much about the lively city of Miami and their restless nightlife.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Lewis, just felt out of place a little bit, without his usual crew.

"Hey Guys, I'll be back in a second, I'm going to grab my friend."

Lewis rolls his eyes taking another sip from his glass.

He doesn't know who he was expecting, a Ken doll, a high-energy frat boy like Daniel, or even a valley girl with a high-pitched voice. This was Miami, so logically his smartest anticipation would be a surgery-riddled Kim Kardashian lookalike. But not you, Lewis would never expected you to enter the section, arm wrapped around Daniel's waist as you cackle at whatever nonsense leaves his mouth.

He is instantly intrigued, his phone being powered off and stuffed into his hoodie pocket.

You were beautiful with your rich complexion and beaming grin as he walked you down the line introducing you one by one.

His eyes never leave you as he watches you interact with everyone. You cloud his vision as you get closer. His eyes trace your hair and flow down to your brows and your alluring eyes. His view travels down your nose and lingers on your spread lips. And he physically lets out a sigh as he traces over your body.

You would drive him mad. He knows it.

-

As you take the time to introduce yourself to Danny's coworkers, you aren't surprised to see, well, to make it short, people who are not of your crowd.

But to your surprise, they're all friendly and welcoming. You're not surprised to see that you have met some of them before on your trips with Daniel or when you fly out to see him.

When you reach the end of the line you see him and your confidence falters as your eyes meet his. You should've known by the way his eyes were drinking you in that he'd be a problem.

With conviction, you approach him, bearing a sly smirk on your face.

"I'm y/n." You declared, and Lewis returned the same decency.

"I'm Lewis."

Your hands meet in the middle and he has a soft grip on you, refusing to let go.

"What's a girl like you doing with Daniel."

"He's my friend." You reply.

"Just a friend?"

"Just a friend." You confirm, and the way he looked at you through his fluffy lashes was evidence enough of what was to come between the two of you.

-

Lewis wasn't all that the media portrayed him to be. He wasn't overly confident or carefree. He actually worried a lot and was stressed a lot.

You knew that he felt like he had something to prove. You met him at his peak, and even now, when he feels like he's at the worst in his career, you're still here.

"So you're going to leave?" You hum, rubbing your fingers through his parts.

"Do you think I should?"

He looks so stressed out that is it has your heart is aching for him.

He's slumped like a kid in your lap with his face set in a frown. "I think that if you're unhappy and there are ways that you feel can change that, that you should look for something new, yes."

"Did you mean what you said last time?"

You think back to the last time you were in his presence, how he had gotten drunk for the first time in years. You wince internally as you recall how you had to nurse him back to health that night, how he cried like a baby when he mentioned how alone he felt at Mercedes. Lewis Hamilton wasn't used to being an afterthought.

"Yes, I don't think they appreciate you, Lewis. I don't think they are valuing your feedback or honoring your talent. I think they are making you miserable." You confess. "There are so many other teams that would love to have you, who would fight for you to reclaim your eighth. I don't think you should keep going through this with that team. Look at how they have you."

"Is your favorite team still Ferrari?" He opens his eyes and stares up at you.

"Duh,"

When you first met Daniel, you had only heard of the sport, but as time went on, he fully immersed you into the world of Formula One. You quickly took a liking to the red team and its intricate history in the sport. When you met Lewis in 2018, he was shocked that you knew so much about them (and barely anything about him).

"Don't tell me you're considering Ferrari, Sir Hamilton." You grin and he only smirks up at you.

"We'll see."

-

After the eventful first night you had spent with Lewis nearly six years ago, Miami has become a frequent destination of his. And New York of yours. The two of you guys had a chemistry unlike any other, every night filled with breathless pants and chants of each other's names. It was electric and erotic all at the same time.

You were fully aware that you and Lewis weren't necessarily together.

You were fun for him and him for you.

It was a mutual agreement, a bond strictly built from the amazing sex that the two of you had together.

You were aware that when the time came for Lewis to settle down and spend the rest of his life together it probably wouldn't be with you. You had believed you'd come to terms with the fact. But the idea of you two being together in the future still lingered in the back of your mind.

But as you scroll through Twitter, images and small clips of Lewis walking hand in hand with a Brazilian model have your heart tightening.

It wasn't like Lewis hadn't given you that false hope of a relationship, because you'd like to think that all of those little small things were him giving in. Surrendering that stupid ideology of his that made him believe he was a permanent bachelor.

You'd been by his side and in his bed over and over again for the last six years. And you’d be doing the same again tonight.

You almost feel grimy, sitting and waiting for him in his hotel room as he takes another woman out on a date, but a part of you knows that you’d accept anything from Lewis. You had standards and you had morals, but for a man like him, you always seem to throw them all out of the window.

Your phone vibrates and pings as your social media erupts in a frenzy.

That was another thing that had your mind in shambles right now.

How open he was when it came to you.

How quick he was to show you to the public, none of his other flings had gotten that opportunity, well until whoever this chick was.

Before you, Lewis hadn't introduced his "fun times" to his friends or even bothered to take any of them to the track.

That was something reserved only for you, though, you feel sort of naive, watching the tan and leggy woman prance around hand in hand with Lewis as he leaves the paddock.

You feel like you're stuck at the crossroads as you wait for Lewis to return.

He'd flown you out here partly because he claimed he missed you so much and the other half because of how much of a hard time you'd been having with your life in general.

Lewis was also a sort of saving grace for you, when you were with him, none of your other problems mattered. So you were quick to accept his invitation.

You'd never have accepted if you knew that he'd be playing a cruel game with you like this.

When the door creaks open and he emerges with a happy grin on his face, and bags filled to the brim with what you know are gifts for you, you can only grimace. Your attempt at a smile seems good enough for him as he approaches you and places a sudden kiss on your head.

"Hey love," He smiles, "I've got some gifts for you, yeah, knew you'd need a pick me up."

And you can't help to wonder if you'd needed the pick me up from his actions or what had transpired within this last week which was the sole purpose of you going to see him.

"I'm going to wash up, really fast, yeah? And then it'll be me and you tonight."

You say nothing as he places the bags at your feet and rushes into the bathroom.

You don't move, but you allow your eyes to skim through the bags and sigh as you see just how much he spent on you.

You had gone and done it.

Gone and made some glorified elaborate fairytale out of a man, who'd only treasured your body and in return showered you with gifts.

You laugh at yourself as your hand comes up to palm at your forehead.

You were his goddamn sugar baby, not the kind of woman he'd settle down with.

You feel even more stupid at the realization, that all of the nights you'd lay with him and console him after giving him your body were not as you had made them out to be.

It wasn't romantic, it was transactional. Those nights where you offered Lewis emotional solace always came with a hefty reward the next morning.

And now, you feel tainted, knowing that all it took was a simple call of your name for you to come flying to him and land in his bed, wrapped around his body.

You found Lewis in his prime and stuck by his side through his decline. You comforted him throughout his entire descent down the totem pole. Helped him out of that broken place, and gave him reassurance and something to look forward to.

You treasured this man.

Put him on top, time and time again, when he would leave you feeling used after your time together. And if it was up to you, you'd probably continue this cycle. Giving him your all and getting nothing in return.

You really wanted him, you wanted him to want you, which is why you were fine with keeping his bed warm, at least he wanted you in some kind of way, craved you even if it wasn't the way you wished to be desired.

When he emerges from the steamy bathroom, body clad only in a pair of briefs and his body soft and glowing, you swallow back all of your thoughts allowing yourself to take him in.

He nestles beside you on the bed, taking one of your hands in his, "everything okay?"

You can only push out a meek "yeah."

And the night goes on as planned.

The dim light of dusk spills through the blinds of the grand hotel room, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. You sit against the headboard, The melancholic melody of the empty night mirrors the turmoil in your heart.

Six years ago, you met Lewis at a nightclub, your paths crossing in a haze of neon lights and pulsing music. He was charming and mysterious, with eyes that held secrets and a smile that promised adventure. Your connection was instantaneous, a spark that quickly grew into an all-consuming flame. You spent endless nights talking, laughing, and dreaming about a future together. Well at least on your end.

But as the years passed, you began to notice the cracks in your seemingly perfect world. Lewis' past as a bachelor was a shadow that loomed over your situationship, a constant reminder of the freeness he carried within him. He would disappear for days on end with no communication, leaving you in a state of anxious uncertainty, your mind racing with thoughts of where he might be and who he might be with. Yet, you had no right to concern yourself with these sorts of things.

As you lay in bed, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you, you find the courage to ask, "Lewis, do you love me?" His silence is deafening, and the look in his eyes speaks of a love that is nonexistent, a love that is more of a need for you than a want.

"I care about you," he finally whispers, his voice tinged with regret. "But my heart belongs to someone else. I’m sorry."

Your world shatters at that moment, the pieces of your heart shattering like broken glass. You know you have to let him go, to find a way to heal from the pain of a love that was never truly yours.

You realize that you have been holding on to a love that was destined to fade, a love that has left you feeling empty and lost.

You deserve a love that is real and true.

He’s like medicine, he makes you feel good and at the same time, he’s like poison, running through your system and finding a new part of you to sicken. Lewis is a walking contradiction, you don’t know if he’s helping you or hurting you, if he loves you, or if he hates you. Surely, he hates you, why else would he be okay with making you feel like this?

And as the city lights flicker on, you vow to never lose yourself again.

You shouldn't ask, because you know you can't bear the weight of his answer but you do.

"The woman from earlier?"

He sighs, his response weak, "Yes."

"So no more us? Right?"

"I think this is the last time." He admits and you swallow back your tears.

"Okay."

"I still want to be your friend."

"We were never friends Lewis, and we're not going to be friends after this."

Lewis swallows, sitting up to catch your gaze through the darkness.

For years, you and Lewis had maintained a delicate balance, a friends-with-benefits arrangement that allowed you both to keep things uncomplicated. You cherished the intimacy, the shared moments of laughter, the comfort of his presence. But deep down, you always knew that this arrangement had an expiration date, an inevitable end that you tried not to think about.

And now, that end has arrived. Lewis has fallen in love with someone else. You can only turn away from him.

You stand up, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. You begin to gather your clothes, each movement mechanical, your mind numb with the reality of it all. You glance around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings that now feel foreign and distant.

As you pull on your jacket, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are filled with unshed tears, your expression a mixture of sadness and resolve. You know that this is the moment you have to let go, to walk away from a love that was never truly yours.

You think it's kind of ironic.

How you'd been there for Lewis, and when you needed him most, he's leaving you behind.

"Do you love me?" Lewis' voice echoes from his place on the bed.

"No." You lie. "It was fun, was fun being a pit stop for you." You chuckle.

"It wasn't like that-"

"No, it's fine, we weren't anything, you fucked me and brought me gifts in return, I ate that up, that's all. I knew I was only here until you made up your mind, I'm happy you did."

You had a tendency to become a bitch when you were hurt and you knew that your words were low blows, but your pride was too hard for you to allow Lewis to see himself affect you in real time.

In reality, you'd hoped that if the unfortunate and impending doom would occur, that Lewis would have the decency to allow you to fall out of love with him first.

Then it wouldn't hurt.

You knew what the arrangement was, you knew that you and Lewis were technically nothing and you always thought that when the day came for him to finally leave you, you'd be fine. You'd feel nothing. But you do.

It feels like when that one character who doesn't care about dying has a sudden brush with death, how almost dying rids you of every sane thought you have, a person who fears nothing all of a sudden fears death, fears everything.

You always thought you'd feel nothing, but losing, could you even say losing Lewis? 

Being left by Lewis feels terrible, being left by him feels scary, like everything you knew before was not as it seems. 

You always thought you'd feel nothing, but you feel everything you thought you never would.

And in the end, you still wanted him to stay. You wanted him to choose you. Even if he didn't want you.

here you go babes @greedyjudge2 !! I'm sorry it took so long <3

part two in the future fs.

[pixiesfz]

this isnt really a request with an idea but please more jessie 😭🙏

Killing two birds with one stone I am here, I got a request for a jersey swap fic so here we go!

jersey swap? j.f

plot: you and Jessie have always had on field tension but one game when you ask to swap jerseys, she finally makes a move.

warning: smut, obviously I like writing a dom Jessie 🤫. Let’s pretend Sam wasn’t injured for the Canada vs australia match, bi-sexual reader! (Taking inspo from this one tik tok I saw about Lia Walti which made me cackle)

Some matches were more interesting than others you had realised in your second year in of playing at arsenal wether it was against Chelsea or you were playing with the Matilda’s for your national teams.

Nothing had changed within the games except for the fans, since the World Cup people started to know your name and your whole life story but what they loved most of all was seeing you on the pitch with Jessie.

Wether it was Chelsea vs Arsenal or Australia bs Canada the fans loved watching your interactions and your team mates did to.

It was your Australian captain who always whispered jokes into your ear that took the most pleasure out of the two of you.

“I love Canada” you admitted as your team sat on the ferry “why it’s cold” Hayley shivered from behind you “but it’s just so cozy” you smiled as you cuddled into yourself.

“Is that why your always tackling Jessie, cause she’s cozy” Sam teased as she shook your shoulders “no” you said “I tackle her cause she’s good and she’s too nice to tackle me back” you said with a small smile and Sam and Hayley laughed.

“No but seriously what is it between you two whenever you play” Mary asked as she came over “Oh my little Mary, my young prodigy” you started and she rolled her eyes

“Y/n seriously I want to know, I’m also not that young I’m three years younger than you”

“Exactly you’re an infant”

You smirked but gave her an option to lean onto your should “I’m actually not sure how we started it” you admitted “we both had our debuts for Chelsea and Arsenal on the same day and were put on each other we both wanted to make an impact I guess”

“You made an impact all right, two yellow cards” Sam laughed “You’ve had this tension ever since, even when you were dating that Tom guy” she said.

You hid your head as you looked down remembering why the relationship failed, you couldn’t admit you were not sexually attracted to Jessie and he left, funny since later you had found out he had cheated on you with a girl who had been on 2 episodes of love island.

“Yeah well I’m not dating him anymore so” you trailed off and the three girls nodded “Do you think the tension will ever ease off?” Mary asked and Hayley laughed “I think once they finally sleep together-“

“Hayley!” You scolded her “what?” She shrugged “it’s true, even the fans can see it” she defended herself as you scoffed “do you even remember the World Cup!?” she practically now yelled

“Both of your hands were practically around each other when you were on the ball” she said and you laughed “sorry if I just wanted to get possession of the ball so we could score goals”

“We pass with our feet not our hands y/n/n” Mary said and you closed her mouth “hush little one” you said quickly and she shook her head out of your grasp.

“Admit to me you’re not sexually attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“I’m not attracted to Jessie Fleming”

“Now I thought your New Year’s resolution was to stop lying” Sam stepped in and you threw your head back “No you know what I’m going to be nice” you said

“At the game I’m going to ask to switch jerseys as an act of kindness” you smiled and Hayley rolled her eyes “that’s not what I would do” she warned and you shook your head

“Trust me it will work, we will be best friends by the time you know it”

“So you won’t mark her on the pitch?” Sam asked

“Do you want us to lose Samantha?” you shot back and she laughed “anyways” you said standing up “I see Mini standing alone so I’m gonna make sure Kyra hasn’t accidentally fallen off the ferry and drowned”

You ended up finding the girl in the captains area with a bawl of lollies in her hand.

“Don’t tell Katrina”

When you finally made your way to the stadium later the next day you grimaced at the floor “fake grass” you groaned and Polks laughed at you “not a laughing matter” you said and walked into the rooms.

You felt the stadium grow as Canadian watches and a few lucky Australian fans made their way into their seats.

You were tying up your boots when you felt a presence behind you “hey skipper” you laughed as Sam sat next to you “I just wanna say no reds” she said “I know they’re out for blood since World Cup okay and I don’t want a pissy Jessie coming back to Chelsea”

“No reds got it, what about a yellow?” You asked with a cheeky smile “I’ll allow one” she said and you acted like a two year old who got told they can get ice cream.

You both laughed and Sam pushed you out “cmon idiot”.

In the line up, you were out the front behind Ellie when you felt eyes burning into your head, you knew it was Jessie so when you turned around and saw her you just smirked which made her roll her eyes and look back at her team.

“Cheeky” Hayley said from behind you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You went to your mark on the field where Jessie was as she looked concentrated “stop frowning Jessie it will give your face lines” you told her and she looked back at you “are you talking from experience or?” She questioned as she looked at your forehead and you laughed.

“Let’s just play for now okay and then you can think about my facial features later”

The game wasn’t different than usual, you and Jessie were on each other hot, whenever one of you had the ball the other was quick to try and get you down or stop you from a long kick.

You were a bit more touchier with the legs though as One time you nut-megged her own ball through her feet “come on” she complained as she was to far behind you to stop your assist to Sam’s goal.

You turned to Jessie “you know I can take a tackle Fleming” you teased and she crossed your head at you “Just play the game y/l/n” she said and you smirked from next to her “I seem to be the only person who is”.

Jessie was rough after that, she knew she couldn’t let you get away with anything else, so next time you had the ball she was quick to kick out from under your ankle as you hit the ground, accidentally taking her down with you, automatically you turned over on top of Jessie and you watched the ref walk over to you and the Canadian.

You looked down at the brunette who was still on the floor “did I get into your head?” You whispered before sitting up and reaching your hand out for Jessie to use but she got up herself causing you to roll your eyes and shrug it off.

The red pulled out a yellow for Jessie who shook her head “Still winning” she reminded you with a smirk and you smirked back “ooh she’s coming out of her shell”.

When the game finally finished and Canada came on top you shook all the players hands, lingering on Jessie’s before you joined some of the girls on a lap.

You saw a sign that made you laugh

Australia vs Canada

Nah.

Fleming vs y/l/n!

You smiled as you looked for Jessie and found her with her captain who was having her send off.

“Fleming!” You called out to her and she turned around with furrowed brows “what?” she asked and you smirked “come look at this” you said and turned your head back.

She followed you to the sign and also chucked a smile at it as people quickly grabbed their phones to take pictures of the two of you smiling at the sign as you laughed at each other.

You saw Hayley looking at you with a knowing look in the corner of your eyes before you remembered “Wait Jess” you said before she left, not realising the nick name you let out “yeah” she said “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to swap Jerseys, last game after all before we face each other off in Olympic hopefully” you asked and Jessie’s cheeks blushed “yeah sure, need some more in my collection honestly”

Your heart raced as you saw the Canadian take off her top, you secretly took a look at her abs as she did so, you don’t know why you waited until she took hers completely off before you took yours off until you hear a whistle from the crowd you laughed and took yours off.

Jessie’s blush grew as she took no shame in staring at your body and your waist.

“Nice tattoo” she muttered as you held your shirt out for her, looking down you looked at your flower tattoo under your sports bra “thanks got it for my mum” you smiled and she gave you hers.

“Ready for the photos” you smirked and she nodded.

When you put them on you heard some fans scream out and you both turned around, you in front of Jessie as she saw her name on your back.

She lingered before stepping next to you and you smiled for some photos before a professional photographer came and you smiled again, one photo where Jessie was looking at you.

You both parted ways after as Jessie kept her eyes on you, pupils diluted as Sam went up to her “good game” she said and Jessie kept her eyes glued onto you and your back.

“She’s staying at the Grand Heir Hotel” she smirked before smacking her Chelsea team mate on the back and walking off with a smile.

You got some shit from the team when you walked in with Jessie’s shirt on, especially from your Arsenal team mates who were whisper shouting.

Sam walked over to you where your cheeks were blushing “I may have told Jessie where your staying” she admitted and you widened your eyes “why?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders “just cause” she said and walked away.

“Samantha!” You called but she walked away.

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you turned back to your cubby.

You had showered when you got home and hanged Jessie’s shirt up in the open wardrobe so you could still see it as you lied on your bed.

It was about 10:00 when a knock on your door started. Furrowing your brows you got up and opened it to see a slightly puffed out Jessie Fleming.

“Do you know how hard it was to figure out which room was yours?” She asked out of breath “I’m sorry?” You replied and she nodded “you should be” she said as she made her way in.

“Jessie-“ “call me Jess” she cut you off “what?” You asked and she nodded “I liked it” she said “when you called me Jess”

You smiled “okay Jess” you repeated “what are you doing here?” You asked and she looked around until she found her shirt in your wardrobe and grabbed it and threw it to you “put it back on” she said as she stepped closer to you “excuse me?” You asked and she repeated again.

“Jess I’m in my pajamas I don’t have a bra on” you admitted and she smirked “put it on” she repeated and you grew hot.

fuck she looked hot right now, you thought to yourself as she looked down at you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me” she whispered into your ear and you tried not to shudder at her words. “Do it for me” you whispered back as you looked into her hungry eyes, her pupils were dilated and you were sure yours were too.

Jessie gripped the edge of your white T-shirt before grazing her fingers underneath and hitting your bare skin but she kept eye contact.

“I want you to know that I’m going to fuck you, giving me that yellow today and egging me on, I’m not letting that pass today” she said as she grabbed your waist under your top and pulled you closer to her so that your lips were practically touching.

The feeling in between your legs was aching, you needed her.

“Take off my top Fleming” you told her before you stepped back, getting bing her room.

She smirked before grabbing the ends of your shirt and pulling it over your head, looking at your boobs before lightly pressing on them them “you’re beautiful” she said as she kissed on them, leaning your head back you groaned and she tugged on your nipple.

“No noise until my name is on your back” she ordered and you nodded “so loud on the pitch but I can make you silent with just one touch” she cooed and you closed your eyes out of pleasure, trying to not make any noise.

When Jessie pulled your arms up and slipped her jersey over your head you bit your lip and looked down at the jersey.

“Did you know I’d react like this? She taunted as she planted kissed on your neck “Did you know that I’d want to fuck your smirk out of you” she planted more “Did you know that sitting on top of me in the middle of the game would make want to kiss you right then and there” she taunted as she sucked on your skin, marking you.

“Jessie” you muttered out in pleasure as she walked you to the bed and through you on the mattress. You were so wet you didn’t know if she could see it through your grey tracksuit pants or not.

“We’re keeping to top on” she said as she leaned over the op of you and finally brought her lips to yours and kissed you, you let her take dominance of the kiss as her hands roamed your body until they reached your pants.

She looked at you for permission and you nodded “I need your words y/n” she said and you looked at her “yes”

“yes what?” Jessie taunted and you squirmed under her touch as she traveled her hand from your waist and teasingly down your pants without touching your pussy which you craved.

“yes please fuck me with your finger, mouth anything” you groaned out and Jessie smirked.

She returned her lips to yours before she grabbed the edge of your pants and slid them down, her moth following her as she kept them on you, trailing kisses along the jersey and until she hit your undies.

“Lace” she smiled “did you know I was coming?” She asked “I may have gotten a hint” you admitted and Jessie moved her hands up to squeeze your butt as she jerked your body up towards her,

“My favourite colour is blue” she fainted as she played with your blue lace underwear “too bad I have to take them off” she said as she blew on to your pussy and you moaned.

You were pulsing, searching for any friction.

Jessie slowly pulled your underwear down before she spread your legs apart and slid a finger through your folds.

“So wet, just for me” she said before leaning in and pressing her tongue through you, making you throw your head back and your back arch which she responded with putting her hand on your stomach and pushing you down so you couldn’t move.

She kept on going until you started moaning her name “Jessie- Jessie fuck keep going” you whimpered as she shot her head up, her chin covered in your juices.

“Turn around” she ordered and you did and she walked away “Jess” you nurtured and she walked back up to you “I’m not leaving don’t worry” she assured you and pressed her lips into yours as you tasted yourself.

She walked away as you heard her rummage through her bag she brought with her, you smiled to yourself as you saw the glimpse of the strap she held in her hands before stepping into it.

“Who’s name is on your back?” She asked you, her voice darker than usual “yours” you muttered out before she tapped your entrance with her cock “but louder than that baby, who’s name is on your back?” She asked again

“Yours” you moaned out louder and she slapped your ass making you whimper “exactly” she said before pushing in to your entrance.

“Fuck Jessie” you screamed out her name as she grew her paste wuick almost giving you no time to adjust.

“New question” she said as she moaned, the strap rubbing against her clit as she thrusted into you.

“Who’s cock is going to make you cum?” She asked as she somehow went quicker making you moan out in pleasure, your hair was up in a pony tail so she grabbed on to the end of your hair and pulled you back so your face was reaching the roof.

“That wasn’t an answer” she said and you closed your eyes “Yours Jessie, your cock” you whimpered out and she let go of your hair.

“You going to come with me” she demanded and you nodded “make me cum” you whined and she went in Harder and pressed you down more into the mattress.

It wasn’t long until you felt a coil in your stomach “Oh fuck, I’m bout to come” you repeated and you heard Jessie’s whimpers “me too, come with me” she said and you both let out moans as you came together and rides out your highs together.

You both stayed there until Jessie slowly pulled out and slowly rubbed her fingers over her last name on your back.

She then helped you go on your back as she leaned down and kissed you softly.

“Can we do that again?”

[vettelsvee]

YOU WROTE A SONG ABOUT ME? | Oscar Piastri

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oscar piastri x singer!reader

requested by anon: x singer!reader, maybe Oscar and his family going to her show and she sings a song about him

word count: 2402

warnings: none of them! use of y/n and y/l/n

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Oscar was nervous. Very, in fact.

It wasn't the first time he attended a concert of Y/N, his girlfriend, but every time he did he ended up getting more nervous than he should.

Perhaps the fact that today was his twenty-third birthday and he hadn't received any kind of congratulations from her had a lot to do with it.

The Australian took a deep breath and continued on, trying to catch up with his sisters and parents as quickly as possible, who had barely noticed that the boy had fallen behind, immersed in his thoughts.

Nicole quickly turned around, going to where her son was as calmly as she could, and above all making sure not to do or say anything she would regret, especially not something that would ruin the surprise her daughter-in-law had been keeping so well.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Oscar slightly startled as he felt his mother's hand on his shoulder, even letting out a small scream that startled the woman.

"Yes, of course!" the boy hurried to say, trying to calm down. "Just... I'm a little nervous, but that's all, really."

Despite the Australian's efforts to sound as calm as possible, it was in vain. Nicole could see his anxiety in his gaze and, above all, in his gestures. His hands were barely still, and every time she tried to walk beside him, he ended up putting a little more distance between them.

"I'm your mother, Oscar, you know I can catch any lie like I've done so many times before. Why are you so nervous?"

He sighed. He didn't want to share his concern, especially when they were heading to see the main reason of it.

"Well..." he tried to find the right words, finding it quite difficult. "It's just that I haven't received any message from Y/N today. Today, of all days, you know? On my birthday."

"Oh, what a shame..." the woman replied, feigning surprise. "She must have forgotten or had some problem. Have you talked to her?"

Was she really asking him that? He just told her he hadn't received any message from the brunette...

"Yes, but she hasn't replied."

"Don't worry! I'm sure there's a reason for it," assured the Piastri matriarch. "Don't let this ruin your day. If that girl doesn't call you as soon as it strikes twelve, I promise she'll have to deal with me."

"Mom..."

"No mom, Oscar," she scolded him in an ironic tone, making him laugh. "Now try to enjoy her concert and have a good time with us, okay?"

The brown-haired young man nodded, grateful for his mother's support, and continued on his way to the Rod Laver Arena, now a bit happier than before.

After passing through security checks and receiving the VIP accreditations reserved for the Piastri family, and the occasional stops for the pilot to take some photos and sign autographs with fans who recognized him, which were quite a few, they made their way to their reserved spot, located in the lower side stands just a few meters from the main stage.

"Wow, I didn't know you were so famous to have so many people following you," joked his father, making his sisters laugh.

"You should take a break!" shouted his mother, hugging him and making his cheeks turn red. "You're at your girlfriend's concert, not at one of your stupid races."

"They're the ones who make me who I am, Mom. Besides, I'm a public figure," added the brown-eyed one. "I can't ignore them and act like nothing, you know? It's not that easy."

Oscar said that, but he still felt uneasy. As he looked at his family, already occupying their seats as there was still about half an hour before the concert started, the need to see his girlfriend or at least hear some news about her was taking over him more and more.

"Mom, I'm going to see if I can find out anything about Y/N," he said impulsively, interrupting himself with his own words. "I'll be right back."

Nicole looked at him with surprise, telling him no, to wait there, and they would see what to do after the concert. But the young man had already gained some momentum and was navigating through everyone in his way around the stands, seats, stairs, and multiple corridors until he reached the place where, supposedly, his girl was.

Once he reached the supposed dressing room, a perfectly uniformed black security guard, with a completely serious expression and crossed arms, stood in front of the door.

"Um... I'm Oscar," he greeted with a wave, trying to curve his lips without trembling. "I'm Y/N’s boyfriend," he timidly pointed to the door behind him with his hand. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Piastri, but Y/N has agreed that there are no visitors before the concert today," the man responded firmly, still looking at Oscar seriously and shaking his head.

"It's just a moment. I want to wish her good luck before she goes on stage," he insisted, hoping the guard might make an exception.

"I'm sorry, sir. Rules are rules, and if the young lady said no, then it's no. I can't make any exceptions, even for you."

The Australian thanked the unfriendly man with a slight nod and, feeling defeated, made his way back to where his family was. As soon as he arrived, he had his sisters pestering him:

"Did you see Y/N? Did she say anything to you? Did she leave you wanting something, and that's why you look so depressed now?"

The eldest sister's insistence was making him feel even worse than he already did; having the other two join in the sudden conversation with curious faces and even more unsettling questions made him want to leave the place.

The young man simply remained silent. He sat in his seat and kept his gaze fixed on the stage, waiting for the lights to go out and the concert to begin.

It was a matter of the singer stepping onto the stage for the crowd to rise to their feet, applauding and chanting her name, shouting compliments and praises of all kinds.

"Good evening, Melbourne!" exclaimed Y/N, who was on a platform that had risen from the bottom of the stage. "I hope you all have a great time with me tonight because I assure you that today will be full of surprises!"

Nicole Piastri got up from her seat, as did the rest of the family, and told Oscar to do the same. He refused, remaining seated with his arms crossed, but unable to stop a smile from appearing on his lips.

He might be upset with his girlfriend's behavior for who knows what reason, but it was impossible for him not to look away from her while she danced, sang, and interacted with the audience.

It was too difficult for him not to feel proud of her and everything she had achieved.

The show continued as Oscar knew it would, having memorized it from the numerous times he had not only attended various concerts of his girlfriend's tour around the world but also from the countless rehearsals he had accompanied her to.

However, Piastri did not expect that suddenly the lights would go out and an orange glow would begin to emerge everywhere, especially illuminating the stage.

Y/N appeared again, now wearing an orange bodysuit with perfectly placed blue tones that accentuated her figure.

"Do you know what day’s today?" asked the brunette, looking with wide eyes at the audience.

"April 6th!"

She nodded, a playful smile forming on her lips more and more as she was about to reveal, and trying not to turn her head towards where her boyfriend was, whom she had deliberately avoided all day and who, possibly, would tell her to screw off after all the ghosting she had done to him on his birthday.

"And, by any chance... do you know what happens today?"

There were a variety of responses. A large part of them answered that it was Oscar's birthday, her partner's. Others were somewhat wild, as if she was about to reveal that the couple was expecting a baby, or that the young woman was going to announce her retirement from the stage after her very short musical career.

"No, it's none of that," the Australian ended up saying. "I am pleased to announce that today, here, right now, I am going to debut my new single, 'Throttle Hearts'!"

The stadium erupted in cheers and applause once again. No one, not even Oscar, expected this revelation from the girl, so it was completely normal for people to ask her to sing the song already.

Y/N, however, asked them for a moment with her hand.

Quickly, she ran to her cell phone and, secluded in a small corner of the stage, tried to make sure that the camera recording to broadcast her image on the large screens captured nothing.

At that very moment, Oscar's phone vibrated in his pocket with a notification from the same girl who was on stage:

"Happy birthday, my love! I'm so sorry for ghosting you all day, but I hope it was worth it. If you understand any references in the song, it's normal bc it's based on our story. I hope this is the best gift you can receive, at least for now, in your life. I can't wait to get off stage and give you the biggest hug in the world <3"

And there was Y/N, making eye contact with him, having a minimal interaction with her boyfriend for the first time all day. The girl had her arm raised, waving enthusiastically and making heart gestures with both hands that ended sooner than expected as she went to the piano to play the first chords of the song.

Oscar found himself trying to hide some tears, which were forming in his eyes not only as Y/N’s voice adjusted to the melody but throughout the rest of the concert.

The only thing the boy could reply to that message was whether she had really written a song about him, receiving as a response during a break between songs a large number of heart shaped emojis.

When the show came to an end and the singer disappeared beneath the stage, the Piastri family quickly grabbed their belongings to leave the venue and go to where the boy's girlfriend was. The same security guard who had previously denied him access to see the singer to the Formula 1 driver was now standing next to them, telling them to follow him.

Obviously, they didn't hesitate to say yes and followed his steps to the young woman's dressing room, who allowed her boyfriend's family to enter, welcoming them with a radiant smile and hugs that had been delayed all day.

The only thing the young couple did as words were exchanged was to look at each other, shy to show their love in front of others, as it had always been with them.

"I think we should leave the lovebirds alone for a while," Nicole began as she headed towards the exit of the room. "Don't take too long, the reservation for dinner at Oscar's favorite restaurant is at ten fifteen, and you know we take quite a while to get there."

Both of them thanked her shyly, unsure of what to do or say beyond being unable to stop smiling.

When they were alone, facing each other, they didn't know what they should say to each other. Oscar Piastri didn't know if he should reproach his girlfriend for not speaking to him all day despite preparing a surprise for him. Y/N Y/L/N was aware that perhaps she should apologize for not having done things quite right and for keeping the brown-haired boy on edge by maintaining some sort of no-contact for the past 24 hours.

Finally, it was the McLaren driver who broke the not-so-uncomfortable silence:

"Y/N, that song..." He was at a loss for words. He didn't know what else to say other than that he had loved it.

The girl smiled shyly, grateful not only that he had liked the composition she had kept to herself for the past seven months, but also for seeming to have understood.

"I've been wanting to sing it to you for a long time, but I didn't know if you’d like it," the young woman admitted. "It has had a couple of important modifications since the first draft, and since the record label wasn't cooperating much when I wanted to release it initially, I thought it would be a good birthday gift for you," she explained. "Hey, and I'm sorry if this whole game of ignoring you all day has offended you. I feel really bad, and the last thing I want is..."

"Shut up, silly!" Oscar interrupted her, approaching her to wrap her in his arm and give her a tender kiss on the forehead. "At first, I thought you wanted to break up with me, but then seeing how my mom was acting, that gorilla you have as a bodyguard denying me access, and above all you ignoring me all day..."

"I'm good at keeping secrets, and I'm absolutely in love with you, Oscar Piastri," Y/N declared, mock-offended. "Do you really think I would ignore you all day?"

"Not a chance. I know there's a good intention behind everything you do," agreed the Australian, earning himself a hug and a kiss on the lips from his girlfriend. "Did you know that I'm also good at keeping secrets?"

"Oh, really? And are you absolutely in love with me like I am with you, Piastri?"

Oscar grinned mischievously, an idea starting to appear in his mind like a flash that was making more and more sense.

Obviously, the driver was a tad resentful, and the girl wasn't going to get away with it no matter how good the intention was behind Throttle Hearts and its surprise presentation.

Now, Oscar had to prepare a surprise for the girl's twenty-second birthday that would match, or even surpass, the one she had prepared for him.

"I don't know," he shrugged, laughing more and more emphatically and perhaps frustrating his girlfriend, "I guess now you'll have to wait for your birthday to find out."

[mggsv]

“ HE’S CRAZY ! “

s. Jaeyun (JAKE) x f!black reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated

warnings : criminal!jake, smut, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, over stimulation, talks of pregnancy, breeding,

“We encourage everyone to lock their doors, and other entry into your homes. If you see anyone who resembles this man, please call the number on your screens———“

“You see that shit?” Jake scoffs, turning off the television. He throws the remote on the coffee table in front of you, water dripping down from his hair. His orange jumpsuit halfway off, shirt drenched. “It hasn’t even been two hours.” He scoffs.

“Calm down.” You roll your eyes, sleep heavy in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it was him at first, being in prison for a little over a year already, his sentence not even completed yet, Jake was in front of you.

“I am calm!”

“Oi, don’t yell at me australian man.” You grumble, reaching over towards your phone to check the time. “...Jake it’s 12 am-“

“I needed to see you.” He sighs, “I hate it in there.” He starts taking his shirt off, making his way around the table. You felt his cold, damp chest against your bare legs. Sleeping in only a large t-shirt, his to be exact, and your bonnet. You fell asleep to the heavy rain outside.

“Well next time you beat up a guy think of the consequences.”

“He was hitting on you!”

“You did the same thing now look at you. In jail over a girl.”

“MY girl !�� He looks at you in disbelief while you giggled to yourself.

“Hi baby..” he murmured, lips leaving sweet kisses up your leg. Anyone else would be freaking out, but this..this was normal for the both of you. It all started when he first got locked up, coming by to kiss your walls before he was back like nothing happened.

You squeal, feeling his wet hair tickle your thighs. “Go dry off- shower- hell anything before you get my couch dirty.” You swat him away, a faint chuckle could be heard while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, fixing the bonnet on your head that nearly slipped off.

“No time.” He sighs, and in an instant he had you staring up at his body hovering above you. “Let’s just get married so you can come fuck me there.” He stared into your brown eyes, and you know there was some truth behind what he said.

“Or..you could stop having Jungwon let you out.”

“He owes me.” His shit eating grin flashed before he was kissing your nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead- everywhere.

“mm..they’re gonna get you.” You gasp, his cold fingertips brushing over your soft nipples. Your hands coming up to hold onto his broad shoulders, admiring the view of his muscles and the way they flexed with every movement. Just what the hell is he doing in there…

“They never do.” And he’s right. This happens so often people start to ignore the news when it comes to Jake. It’s like a joke at this point. Jungwon letting Jake out just to come see you..his everything. You remember when he first appeared on your couch, coming home from work to see him sitting there eating.

Jake’s lips capture your own. His hand rode up your shirt, you sit up a bit to get it over your head and onto the floor it went. His fingers grazed over your bare sex, leaving you whimpering. He groans, fingers slipping in with ease. Pulling away to watch how your eyes shut briefly before opening again, your brows furrowed- hand reaching for him. He loved to watch you…

“No one else has been opening you up but me right?” He talked quietly, sharing only the air with you. Your back arched at the curl of his fingers, pressing against that sweet spot inside of you. Your clit throbbed, hips rocking against his long fingers. “..fuck.. no-“ You gasp. His thumb rubbing small circles on your nub. “Jaeyun..”

Your body was on fire. Listening to the squelch of your own cunt. Jake toyed around with you. He slowed down..sped up. He left you a whimpering mess.

“No one?” he hums, small smirk glittering his lips watching you tremble. It’s been a while since it was him doing all the work. “No- n..o one- hah..” Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, throbbing. Legs shaking, you felt tears build up in your eyes. “M..m-cumming-! Please-“ Your hips jerk, he didn’t stop. You felt your blood run cold, warmth filling your body as your orgasm washes over you.

“My girl..” he groans, fingers leaving you empty. He slips them into his mouth, teasing you. “Fuck I miss you.”

“Gross.” You scoff, laughing a bit, though breathless- legs spreading further while he pumped himself. Jake let out a small hiss before lining himself up with your heat. Your slick gathering on his thick length.

“I don’t have long.” He looks into your eyes, making you snort and look away.

“..I know.”

“I’m gonna go fast.” you felt the tip of his cock push into your folds, a shaky moan leaving your lips at the feeling..it has been a while after all.

“I..I know.” Your back arching slightly at the feeling of his tip touching that sweet spot inside of you. He didn’t have to be so big.

“Hold on tight for me baby.” He whispers , hips pulling back slightly , all to snap back forward in an instant. “Oh fuck-“ you choke on a cry. Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping. His thrusts hard, but slow. For a moment, you thought he’d almost lied to you just to tease. Boy were you wrong.

You’re not sure when, or how..but your face was deep into the arm of the couch, loud smacks of skip slapping together echoed through your apartment. Your breathless moans barely audible, Jake’s groans and whines filled your ears while he fucked you like no tomorrow. Fuck baby…feel so good- f-fuck..

Jake held your hips in place, his own snapping forward. You didn’t know when it would end. His groans turning into raspy moans. He bit his lip, head tilting back. His toes curled. Gonna leave you with a gift before I go yeah? Cumin’ so much in this pussy-

He filled you to the brim, and after that, again. Good fuckin’ girl taking this cock so well-

“Jaeyun-!” You felt everything being pulled out of you all at once. Your shaking legs being the only thing keeping your body upright by him. You felt your cunt squeeze around his cock. Your creamy mess squirting around the both of you (and getting on the couch something you’d yell at him about later when he calls) leaving your eyes rolling back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, thrusts getting sloppier. His tip popped out of your hole with a small pop, fat globs of his cum slipping down your cunt. a fucking mess, and he knew you hated messes..it’s gonna be hell cleaning up.

Your eyes flutter shut, ears filled with Jake’s heavy breathing. “I love you.” He pants, thumbs rubbing circles on the prints he left on your hips. “m..you too” you say just as tired. It still rained outside, but you could hear a faint beeping of a car.

“His timing is terrible.” Jake groans. He gets up, scoping your body up, holding you securely while taking you to the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub, holding you while he ran water. “I won’t have time to stay…i’ll call you tomorrow yeah?” He grins at you.

“What fucking gift were you leaving me with? I heard that-“

“Shhhh don’t ruin the moment.”

“If i come to visit you next week and im pregnant so help me Jaeyun-“

“Happy early birthday baby.” He kissed all over your face while you mugged him, pouting. “My birthday already happened fool.” You captured his lips, giggling softly. He turns off the water, giving your butt a small smack.

“Tomorrow?” He breathes against your lips. You knew he was on the verge of tears by the way his lips trembled.

“Tomorrow baby..or next week.” You scoffed. He sat you in the warm water, your nipples hardening at the feeling of it taking over your body. “I love you Jakey.” You stick out your tongue, holding his hand before he was off.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Turmoil of events...

This update might be a bit all over the place. I'm still ill, but I had a spark to write, even if it doesn't make much sense at all.

Credit to @alotofpockets for the idea on this update; I am very grateful for her help!

⟫ part 1

After being sick for five days, it became apparent that having the flu was not enjoyable. You spent most of the week confined to your bed, wrapped in blankets, with a noticeable pile of used tissues beside you. You felt cold one moment and hot the next, shivering uncontrollably.

You had been feeling completely miserable. However, the good news was that you were starting to feel better just in time for the training session ahead of the away game against Bristol.

Although, your team's mothers held differing opinions on the matter.

"Maybe you should take a few more days to recover" Beth suggests, shaking her head. "I still don't think this is a good idea" she adds.

"Why? I feel better now" It's not a complete lie. You do feel better, although you're still slightly sniffling and your head is pounding a little bit too much. Overall, you did feel better than previously.

"I just don't think it's a good idea" Beth says, pursing her lips and turns to look at Viv, seeking her input.

The Dutch shakes her head in agreement and adds, "There's no harm in taking extra time to feel better. You don't want to push yourself and make yourself worse" she tells you.

You try your best to resist the urge to inwardly groan at the two of them, "Seriously? Come on. I'll be fine! I have to get back into the squad-- You know that the nations league games are coming up soon so I need to get minutes" You know that it's important to play; you can't be sidelined instead.

"There'll be plenty of chances for that" Viv tells you with a frown, but she can't help but be concerned about how much you've been pushing yourself.

"I can't be sidelined, I need minutes!" You exclaim before you storm off to finish getting ready for training.

"That kid is..." Beth begins to speak.

"Stubborn" Viv finishes the blondes' sentence.

Beth can't help but chuckle slightly, "Well, that's one word for it now, huh?" she jokes.

"If you're talking about Y/N, then she's definitely stubborn," Laura chips in, amusedly, as she appears in the kitchen. "What happened this time?" she wonders.

"Y/N wants to go to training apparently" Beth exhales a sigh and shakes her head. "It's a bad idea" she states.

"It's definitely a bad idea" Laura replies in agreement with the blonde, she knew how stubborn you could be at times.

"Well, hopefully Jonas will realise that's not ready to be playing in the game yet" Viv tells them as she exhales a sigh.

Apparently, Y/N had done an excellent job of persuading Jonas and the coaching staff that she was fit to play. Therefore, it was not surprising when she secured a spot in the starting eleven for the upcoming game.

This game is significant as Viv is set to return to the pitch, being subbed on during the second half.

"Oh dear" Beth mumbles as she shook her head.

Viv exhales a sigh, "This is not good" she states.

"I'm glad to see that Y/N is feeling better. It'll be good to have her in the starting lineup," Steph says as she looks over to where Kyra and Y/N are joking around on the bus.

"Except that she's not better. We told her she should take more time, but you know what Y/N is like..." Beth remarks.

"Stubborn" Steph pipes in, amusedly.

Beth and Viv both nod in agreement with the woman.

Jen furrows her eyebrows, "You mean she's still sick? I can't see this going well then" she confesses.

"It really isn't going to" Beth exhales a sigh.

"We can't get involved though and decide things for her, or she'd be upset with us for that" Viv states knowingly.

"Yeah, you're right there, Viv" Beth replies in agreement with her girlfriend as she looks over at you, realising that she couldn't say anything and sway the decision or it would backfire on her.

"Cheater!" Y/N shouts aloud, glaring at the australian girl sat opposite her. "Stop cheating!" You protest.

"How am I a cheat? You can't even cheat at Uno!" Kyra delcares with a smug smirk on her face.

"Easy there Y/N, it's just a game now" Laura states, amusedly, although she isn't playing, she's joined all of you on the coach to the game to watch it.

"Nah! Kyra's cheating!" You continue to scowl at the girl while crossing your arms.

"How did I?" Kyra's smug look was starting to annoy you even more.

"You know you did-- You looked at my cards!" You break out into a sudden loud cough as you get worked up, shooting further glares at the 21-year-old.

"You want some water for that cough?" Laura wonders, concerned.

"I'm fine!" You shake your head in protest.

"I thought you said you were better--" Kyra's words are cut off.

"I am, I'm totally fine. It's just a tickle!" You protest, shaking your head as you try and avoid coughing again.

The rest of the girls' don't seem so convinced about it as Kyra and you continue to play uno, under the watchful eye of the rest of the girls.

"Kyra! Stop cheating!" You shout aloud, fed up off the girl constantly cheating with the game and trying to look at your cards.

"Less of the bickering now children" Katie chips in as she laughs, shaking her head from where she sits beside Caitlin.

"There's only one actual child here" You remark, continuing to cross your arms and scowl at the Aussie girl in front of you.

"What's going on?" Alessia wonders, glancing at the two of you confused as she sits in front with Vic.

"Kyra is being a massive cheat!" You exclaim aloud, pointing your finger in the girls' direction accusingly.

"Sure, go and tattle. That's real mature of you kid" Kyra states, smirking cockily.

"Says the 21-year-old whos' acting immature" You remark as the girls all watch you and Kyra bicker amusedly.

"You're being dramatic, Y/N. It's just a game now" Kyra states doing everything in her that she can to wind you up.

"KYRA!" You lunge towards the older girl.

"Y/N!" Kyra shouts back.

"Girls, they're fighting again. Might want to sort that out?" Katie jokes glancing between Beth, Viv and Steph as she watches the two of you almost attempt to wrestle with eachother.

"Kyra, cut it out. Stop winding Y/N up" Steph scolds the younger Aussie girl.

"Kyra, stop winding Y/N up" Steph scolds the younger Aussie girl.

"Y/N you need to calm down, it's just a game. Take it easy" Beth scolds, shaking her head. "Viv, would you talk to her? She'll listen to you" she turns to her girlfriend for help.

"Y/N" Viv scolds you with a knowing firm look

"Sorry" Both you and Kyra apologise after being told off like 2 misbehaved kids, at least you had an excuse that you were an actual kid.

"Handled it like a pro there, girls" Katie jokes with them.

"Well, we've got a few years experience, eh?" Beth remarks to the Irish women.

"It's like I'm permanently babystting" Steph huffs and rolls her eyes. "Caitlin, it's your turn next!" she insists to the fellow Aussie, while the rest of the girls just laugh.

At first the warm-up is going successful, you run with the rest of the girls to warm up and try and obtain the energy needed, you're feeling good and motivated about the game.

It's going well until it's not...

You can't help but wobble slightly as there's a light pounding in the back of your head, you just put it down to dehydration instead rather than the after-effects of illness instead.

"You alright, Y/N?" Lia notices you stumble slightly and frowns.

"I... I'm good" You're crouching over slightly as you feel out of breath but you try and play it off like its' nothing instead.

"You're sure?" Lia checks in as she's not too keen to give up on the conversation yet.

"Oh yeah I'm great, I'm totally fine" You insist as you try and push off the terrible feeling that you felt looming; You couldn't afford to miss this game due to illness.

"Y/N..." Lia still doesn't look totally convinced, but she knows better than to try and push you.

"I'm fine, really Lia... Uh huh, yep I'm cool" You nod and quickly run off in the opposite direction to avoid any further questions and concerns.

"Okay, kid. This is it, your time to shine!" Katie's enthusiastic voice comes from behind you in the lineup. "Are you ready for this?" she asks.

You were reluctant to acknowledge that your headache was intensifying. The throbbing sensation in your temple caused you to tightly shut your eyes, and the noise emanating from the crowd only made it worse.

It's worth mentioning that your throat feels somewhat scratchy again. However, you have to play in this game, so you pretend it's nothing and that you're fine.

"I was born ready, let's go!" You cheer and try to be like your usual upbeat self, but never mind how terrible you still feel.

"Let's go girls!" Kim exclaims, leading the team onto the pitch alongside the Bristol team.

As you walk out to the pitch with the rest of your team, you try to keep up the facade of looking happy. You attempt to block out the pounding feeling in your temple, knowing that you only have to make it through 90 minutes before you can finally flop down and fall asleep once again.

As soon as the whistle blows and the game starts, you get your first touch on the ball and begin racing all over the pitch. Despite fighting off the flu, you don't give Bristol a chance to gain possession of the ball.

It all happened too quickly for you to realise what is happening at that moment. The team is 2-1 ahead of Bristol when everything went wrong.

You went to intercept the ball, a simple move that you had done plenty of times. Suddenly, as you got your toe on the ball, ready to pass it in the direction of Alessia, you felt a sudden pop in your knee, followed by a sharp pain that felt excruciating.

"Agh!" You scream as you fall down onto the pitch in agony.

"Y/N!" Beth is the first to crouch beside you, concern spread across her face. "What's happened?" she questions, worriedly.

The sound of the whistle echoes through the stadium as the girls rush to your side to check on you; the noise is suddenly silent as the crowd of fans watches on in despair as Arsenal's wonder kid falls down on the pitch.

"What hurts-- What's happened?" Katie asks, concerningly as she joins you on the other side.

The tears well up in your eyes as you clutch your knee to stop the pain, "My knee... It's my knee!" You exclaim, letting out a sound of whimpering. "I heard it... I heard the pop!" You add.

"It's okay, Y/N. Don't panic; everything is going to be fine" Viv says as she quickly comes to your side. She had been subbed on to replace Alessia, but you couldn't help but feel awful. This was supposed to be Viv's comeback, her return to the pitch after her ACL injury, and instead, you selfishly took the spotlight away from her.

You could see the girls exchanging looks as they signalled for medics. It's at that moment that you realise you have made a grave mistake. Even though nobody spoke, it was clear that the situation was not good.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[starkwlkr]

love in las vegas | mark webber

through the decades masterlist

Las Vegas, 1967

Mark didn’t know why he even agreed to accompany his friends to sin city. He would much rather stay in his cosy bed and sleep, but he knew how much the trip meant to his friend, Tom, since it was a bachelor party.

“Think we’ll get lucky tonight?” Tom asked Mark as they walked the Las Vegas strip. Tom had talked all day about going to the casino so he was more than confident that he would be walking home with a few hundred dollars.

“I don’t want to jinx it.” Mark chuckled. Soon the group of friends found themselves in Caesars Palace. Mark never imagined himself at such a fancy place like Caesars Palace. He always thought it was for big name celebrities like Paul Newman and Audrey Hepburn.

Still he was here to enjoy time with his friends.

“Hey, I think I’m going to check out the rest of the building. I heard the pool is pretty nice.” Mark said to the group, but no one heard him since they were too busy on the slot machines.

He walked away and found himself wandering around. He wasn’t sure what direction the pool was located in so he kept walking and admiring the art work on the walls. That was until a sweet voice caught his attention.

“Honestly, Mary, why can’t I go alone? I’ve done it once, I can do it again. Fuck what the press thinks, they already think I’m a bitch!”

Mark watched as the most beautiful woman in the world walked down the hall. She had on red heart glasses and wore a shade of red lipstick that Mark loved. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her until he almost bumped into a wall.

“Mary, I’m going to be by the pool. All this thinking is making me stressed and I can’t be stressed.” Mark didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but he was going to the pool either way.

He watched as you were greeted by every person as you made your way to a cabana. You took your sunglasses off and laid on the lounge chairs.

Go talk to her . . No, she’s busy. . But it can’t hurt, right? It might! Think positive!

His inner thoughts were stopped when you called for him. He looked around thinking you were calling someone else, but he was proven wrong when you pointed at him.

“You are talking to me . . ” Mark nervously chuckled as he approached your cabana.

“Well yeah, you look lost.” You laughed. “You have an accent. I take it you’re not from here.”

“No, I’m from Australia. I’m just here with a couple of friends. They’re in the casino.” Mark explained.

“You can sit down, I don’t have germs.” You joked when you noticed that he was still standing. So Mark sat in the lounge chair across from you. “How are you liking Vegas?”

“It’s loud that’s for sure. It’s . . . perfect for those fancy rich celebrities. Especially those actors like that guy from to kill a mockingbird!”

“Gregory Peck? He’s lovely. Wonderful kisser too.” You reply with a smirk.

“What? Is it like a rumor?”

“No, I speak from experience. It was also lovely to work with him. He invited me to his house in California. I declined, but it was still nice of him to invite me.” You recalled the time your friend had invited you to his California home.

“Wait . .” Mark thought for a second. “You’re —”

You nodded. “One of those ‘fancy rich celebrities’ except I don’t come to Vegas often. I’m only here a couple hours. You see, I am supposed to be on a flight to Santa Monica for the academy awards, but I wanted to spend some time here. I like it here, it’s one of the few places I enjoy.”

Mark instantly felt like an idiot. He didn’t mean to insult you. Well then again, he didn’t know you acted. He hardly watches any new movies anyways. He had been busy with racing.

“I never asked you your name.” You said.

“Mark.” The Australian replied.

“Well Mark, do you want to explore Vegas with me?”

Mark didn’t have to think twice. You took him to your favorite restaurants, took pictures with your Polaroid and walked the strip until your feet ached. But there was one final stop that was a must do when you’re in Vegas.

Graceland Wedding Chapel

Was it a stupid decision? You and Mark didn’t think so.

That night, you had married a nice stranger.

“I can’t believe that we just got married!” Mark said as you walked out of the chapel with the certificate in hand. “Holy shit, we’re married!”

“Call me Mrs. Webber.” You held out the hand that Mark had been holding. The Australian grabbed it and kissed it.

“I think this is the best night of my life.” Mark sighed. “Wait, that makes my life sound extremely sad. Don’t listen to me.”

You laughed. “It’s okay. This is the best night of my life too and I’ve been to so many places, but being here with you is my favorite.”

As Mark leaned in to place a kiss on your lips, you gasped and pulled back. You had completely forgotten about the academy awards ceremony that you needed to attend in a few hours.

“I need to go! Wait, you need to go with me too!” You said.

“What? I can’t!”

“Why not? We just need to get to Santa Monica, get you a suit and get to the ceremony. I’m nominated for best actress!”

Best actress? You couldn’t miss that!

“Fine, but if my friends find out I ditched them—”

“They won’t notice you’re gone, I promise.”

Mark grabbed your hand and together you ran to the parking lot where his Porsche had been parked. Before you could get the chance, he opened the door for you and gave you a charming smile.

“Mrs. Webber.” He winked.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Webber.” You blushed.

Soon, you and Mark were on your way to Santa Monica. Mark had rolled the windows down and turned up the music. It was perfect. You could feel the cool air going through your hair, the sweet sound of ‘I think we’re alone now’ by Tommy James and The Shondelles filled your ears. Mark kept glancing at you every chance he got. In his eyes, you were the love of his life. He was a firm believer in soulmates and here you were in the passenger seat of his Porsche. You were living proof that love at first sight existed and he was head over heels in love with you.

The four hours it took to get to Santa Monica, you and Mark talked, sang and you even got a few minutes to nap. When you arrived, you took Mark to get a suit. Mark had only wore a suit a handful of times. He hated wearing them as a child, but now they weren’t too bad.

“What if I get asked a question?” Mark asked. “I don’t know anything about movies or actors!”

“Relax, i lie when I don’t know stuff. It’s fun.” You smile.

“It’s easy for you, you’re an actress. Wait, what if someone asks who I am to you? Don’t you have to talk to your manager or someone important before you say something?” Mark was too busy stressing while you were busy thinking how you were going to celebrate even if you didn’t win.

“Tell them the truth. You’re my husband, is that a bad thing?”

Being married wasn’t a bad thing, especially if you were his wife, mark thought. He would marry you everyday of his life if he could.

“I’ll scream it from the highest rooftop if I have to.” He kissed you.

After giving the cashier his last fifty dollars for the suit, Mark drove you to the Beverly Hills Hotel where your manager and makeup team were. He had never stepped foot in such a fancy hotel like the Beverly Hills before, sure he was in Cesars palace not too long ago, but the Beverly Hills was an upgrade.

You eventually made it to your room and entered the suite. Again, Mark was amazed by every little thing from the painting on the wall to the fluffy pillows. You honestly found it adorable.

“Where have you been?” Your makeup artist, Alexander, asked you.

“It’s a long story. Alex meet Mark, Mark meet Alex. There, we’re all good on introductions for now.” You smiled as you sat in the makeup chair.

“Where did you find him?” Alexander questioned as he got started on your makeup.

“Vegas. He’s Australian and he’s technically my husband. I’m Mrs. L/n-Webber.” You stated confidently. You were living up to the title now.

“What!?” Mark stood beside your chair not knowing if Alexander hated him or not. He wished he was anywhere else.

“Relax, we won’t say anything about it to the press.”

And that was the biggest lie. Well, sort of.

By the end of the night, Mark was introduced to most of the biggest faces in Hollywood. He got to walk the red carpet and posed for pictures with you. He also got to witness you win your first academy award where you publicly declared your love for him.

“Lastly, I want to thank Mark. These past few hours have been the craziest, but I wouldn’t change a thing.” You spoke into the microphone as you held your golden statue in your hands.

Mark was seated beside your manager, Henry, who was thankful the night was almost over. Little did Mark know that his friends had been watching the ceremony in their Vegas hotel room. Some of them were still drinking while others wondered how Mark even got an academy award winner to marry him.

The Australian smiled as you left the stage. This was certainly an interesting night that nobody would forget and nobody did. You and Mark stayed married. While Mark raced all over the world, you worked on numerous films and won awards. During the summer of 1969, you gave birth to your first child, a girl named Diana. Then four years later, your baby boy was born. Little Michael Webber, a spitting image of his father. You were in love with your little family even if it all started with a wild night in Vegas. You wouldn’t change any of it.

[jenniferrvsesi]

HELPING HAND | D.R. 3

summary: just moving to a new place can bring a lot of hardships especially when one of those things is a creepy crawly.

rating: universal

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings: a spider.

Y/n had only been living in Monaco for about two weeks now. She hadn’t had the chance to look around much with how stressed she had been with her boxes of stuff arriving later than scheduled.

She had only fully unpacked everything the night before and was now just happy to finally be able to relax in her new apartment.

With a huff she gazed at the cream wall in front of her. Only to freeze. Right in front of her was a spider. A big one at that.

God how she disliked the creatures.

Y/n didn’t take her eyes off of the arachnid as she got up off her sofa and slowly walked backwards towards her kitchen, still staring at the eight legged beast as if having a standoff with it.

She blinked and that’s when the spider decided to scutter down the wall and towards the floor. She screamed loudly and immediately jumped over the back of the couch, standing on it.

The spider is now completely gone.

"No, no, no.” She whispered to herself looking around trying to spot the despicable creature.

All of a sudden a knock rang out throughout the apartment. She looked at the door that was all the way on the opposite side of the room she was in.

With a huff, she looked around the room making a game plan on how she was going to get to the door without touching the floor.

"Okay, you've got this." She hyped herself up quietly before making her way to the door, climbing on different pieces of furniture.

With a sigh, she opened the door while standing on her shoe box that was next to it, she revealed a man with curly brown hair, tattoos on his legs and a worried look on his, admittedly handsome, face.

“Hi, I heard screaming from next door and just wanted to make sure you were okay…” The man said before realising something. *I'm Daniel by the way.”

She noticed the Australian accent as he spoke, making him all the more attractive in her opinion. Now is not the time. She thought as she remembered the arachnid that was currently inhabiting her house.

"Oh! Hi... um I'm Y/n and yeah everything is fine! It's all good."

"Are you sure because that was a loud scream?" He joked with a laugh, as he admired the girl who had heard about (from Brenda, a lovely old lady who lived on the other side of him who somehow always had the gossip) but had never seen.

"There's just a spider in my apartment and I am very much scared of them.” Y/n laughed nervously as she looked behind her as if the spider was going to be right there.

She felt embarrassed that this was how she was going to meet her neighbour who was unfairly attractive.

“Oh I can help catch him if you want. I've dealt with a lot of them in Australia." He offered with a polite smile, already wanting to hopefully get to know more about the woman in front of him.

"That would be great!" She agreed eagerly, usually she would be more hesitant to let a man she just met into her house but she just wanted that stupid little creature out of her vicinity.

She let Daniel in before making her way into her kitchen and grabbed a glass that he could use to trap the spider.

"Here." She said, handing it to him. She received a thanks from the man as he glanced around her apartment living room.

Out of the corner of their eyes they noticed a blob scurrying along the floor causing their eyes to dart to it.

Daniel immediately went for it, enclosing it in the glass. With an aha!' he gazed proudly as he stood up right.

Y/n handed the Australian a placemat so he could slide it under. “Do you want to come take it outside with me?" He asked her to which she nodded hoping to use this time to maybe get to know the man more.

After talking on the way to the first floor, they had succeeded in disposing of the eight legged creature.

"Honestly, thank you so much. Y/n told him gratefully as the two made their way back to the elevator. "I have no clue if I would even be able to sleep knowing it was still in my house."

"It's no problem, you don't need to say thanks."

"Well how else can I show my gratitude?" A crooked smile appeared on the man’s face as an idea popped into his head.

"How about dinner sometime?"

authors note: this is so trash bye 😭 but i had thought of the idea last night when a giant spider was in my room and i had to get someone else to get rid of it… anyway! have a lovely rest of your day!!

[prismatic-ink]

insane and deranged new hermit speculation

aka, one of them is very likely to be Joel.

First, some context.

Jimmy knows who the new hermits are. he said this in one of his Chunklock streams a WHILE ago, but I kinda thought he was joking. but he reconfirmed it in his current stream, with the cheekiest grin. now why would he know that....

also, Pearl said she had an important Minecraft recording that she had to cut her stream early for at 7 am Australian time, and based on Doc tweets, this seems to be the first HC 10 recording. Currently, Jimmy, Martyn, FWhip, Sausage, HBomb, and Scott are streaming, and they might not still be streaming till then, but if they were the new hermits they probably wouldn't be streaming right now. That leaves the two most hyped potential new guys: Skizz and Joel.

another VERY interesting tidbit of information: In Tango's patreon discord server, Cleo said that if the new hermits had TCG cards, they'd be Balanced/Builder and Balanced.

Skizz first. He would probably be the Balanced type. I don't really need to get into him being friends with so many hermits, we all know it.

However, I will say, after the last Imp and Skizz episode where Skizz talked about not having enough time to do anything I do think he isn't going to be in HC 10 unfortunately. It seems like it won't be in the cards until he goes full-time content creation. Also, Doc said the new hermits didn't know him that well, and while Skizz isn't like besties with him or anything he's been in his circle long enough to know him at least a little bit.

But what about Joel?

Balanced/Builder DEFINITELY fits Joel to a T. While his content is focused on building, he's also good at PVP and is a prankster, making him balanced. He's also close with hermits blah blah blah but here's some more EVIDENCE (actually just wild speculation). Why would Jimmy know about this? Yeah, he's close with Grian, but still. Maybe because he, Grian, and Joel came back from their trip yesterday, and the recording was today because it was the earliest possible time for it to happen for all hermits to be there, and Jimmy was filled in on this. It also explains why Jimmy seems so excited about knowing the new hermits to the point he's spoken about it twice. Obviously, he would be excited for his friend.

also this is straight up copium at this point but the shadow people on the new banner are based off a Steve and Alex model. If they were both guys I feel like they wouldn't go through the effort to make them different models. maybe,,,, maybe lizzie ldshadowlady? even though she probably wouldn't be into hermitcraft? maybe?? or at least a new female hermit. because that's the biggest thing against Joel not being a new member, if Lizzie isn't there with him it would be kinda strange ngl

[akajustmerry]

haven't done this in a longggg while! here's a round-up of some faves I've written over the last few months!

“I Carry Their Experiences In My Heart”: Patrick Abboud On Investigating Australia’s Only Gay Prison - an interview with gay Lebanese-Australian journalist and author Patrick Abboud on his 5-year-long investigation into Australia's only gay prison.

How The ‘Succession’ Finale Takes The Roys Back To The Beginning - explaining how the Succession grand finale paralleled the pilot.

Why ‘The Great’ Is So Great? Because It Feels Australian - analysing how Hulu's The Great is secretly, philosophically, very Australian.

‘Ted Lasso’ Is Officially Out Of Its Depth - explaining how Ted Lasso as a show grossly mishandles the stories of its marginalised characters.

Will White People’s “Didgeridoo” Jokes Ever End? - why I am sick of non-Aboriginal peoples making our sacred instrument into their punchline.

The Wes Anderson Trend And TikTok’s Tendency To Forget About Context - discussing TikTok's culture of context collapse, using the Wes Anderson trend as a case study!

Succession’s Masterful Vibe Check - My review of 'America Decides' and analysis of how 'Succession' generally inspires conflicting empathy and disgust in viewers.

How To Degender Award Shows, According To A Very Serious Non-Binary Person - what it says on the tin. Just me having fun imagining how we could de-gender award shows.

The Strange, Surreal Feeling Of Going About Your Day While The World Crumbles - Explaining what "hyper-normalisation" is and why so many people think they're feeling it right now.

[redskull199987]

Do you take request if you do can you do Lando Norris x male reader fluff , we’re lando or male reader is having a bad day

Don´t ever look back

Lando x male!reader Request Word count:1k Warnings:Qatar GP (because that deserves an own warning), sad Lando but major fluff in the end Summary:After the qualifying in Qatar, Lando is feeling a little down and refuses to talk to you. But you are determined to make him feel better… Requested by anonymous 

Masterlist

It had felt like it was going to be a good weekend. You finally had time to accompany Lando to a race and everything just went perfectly. You arrived in Qatar together and you finally had the chance to meet his teammate Oscar. He was the sweetest guy and you immediately clicked, joking around and laughing all the time, while Lando pretended to be annoyed, when he actually loved seeing his partner and his teammate having fun together.

Everything worked out, just the way you hoped it would. And after what McLaren had accomplished recently, You were as hopeful as ever that the weekend would go perfectly for the Boys.

That was until Qualifying came around…

You had to watch in horror how lap time after lap time got deleted, until Lando was left in 10th place. You wanted to talk to him, calm him down, anything that would make him feel better, but he was caught up in interviews. And your heart broke, as you heard how he talked about himself. How he talked about a lack of talent, when all you wanted to do was grab his face and tell him that it wasn't his fault. The track in Qatar was horrible and everyone knew it. But the FIA just liked the money too much, to cancel it.

You had tried to talk to Lando after he was done with the interviews, but he was nowhere to be found. It was like he was a Ghost.

Fortunately, you ran into Oscar while searching for Lando. You shared a few words with the Australian and gave him a hug for his lost place, before he told you that Lando went to his driver's room and that he had asked to be left alone. You gulped, as you heard those words. You quickly said your goodbyes to Oscar, before you made your way to Lando, practically sprinting towards his driver's room.

Your heart was beating frantically, as you arrived in front of the wooden Door. You were at least mildly concerned about what was behind it. In what condition Lando was. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked on the door, calling out for your beloved:”Lando, are you in there?”

There was a short silence in which you thought that he might have left again already, but then you heard his voice. It was quiet and he sounded like he really needed a shoulder to cry on right now:“Please just leave, Y/N.

Without saying another word, you pushed down the door handle. It wasn't locked. You quietly stepped inside and looked around for Lando. Your heart broke, as you saw him sitting on the floor in the corner, his head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. He didn't look up to you, but continued to stare at the floor.

Slowly, you walked over to where he was sitting and leaned down to his height.

“Lando, are you okay?”, you asked him, even though you knew nothing was okay.

He only shook his head at your question, before finally looking up to you. He looked so incredibly beat down. His eyes looked like he had lost all hope to ever win something again and even though it was barely seeable, you noticed the dried tears on his cheeks. 

“I'm a disappointment, Y/N. The team did so much for me and all I did was to disappoint them.”, he sniffled, looking back down.

You gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer:”You´re not a disappointment, Lando.”

But he only shook his head again and slightly shoved your hand away:”What else am I then, hm? Even Oscar managed to get to P3 and he's a Rookie. Even he's better than me!”

You didn't know what to say for a second. You didn't think that Lando actually believed that. It showed you once again, how ruthless this sport could be and how strong the Driver´s had to be.

“Lando.”, you said again. This time a bit more firmly. You lifted your hand to gently cup his face to make him look at you,”When I look at you, I don't see a Disappointment. I see an incredibly talented young man, who has achieved what most people could only dream of, a man who will achieve even more. I see a sweet and loving boyfriend, who never fails to make me smile. A Boy, who hates to eat fish and doesn´t understand the Australian accent, but a disappointment is really not what I would think of.”

The Boy in question only looked at you for a few seconds, before he pulled you in a tight hug. With the way he held onto you, you knew that he needed this hug. He needed you right then and there. So, you hugged him back just as tightly, drawing small circles on his back to calm him down. 

After a few minutes of just holding each other and enjoying each other's presence, You finally parted.

“Thank you,Y/N.”, Lando mumbled,”I really needed that.”

You smiled at the boy in front of you. His face had lit up a bit and after the hug, a few curls of his still slightly damp hair were dangling into his face. You raised your hand and gently pushed them out of his face:”Of course, Love.”

You leaned forward, softly kissing his forehead. You saw how he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, just enjoying the moment.

“What do you say to a shower and something to eat before the Sprint, hm?”, You finally asked, standing up and holding your hands out to him.

Lando quickly took your hands with a small smile on his face:“That would sound like all I need right now.”

With a chuckle, you kissed his cheek one more time, before you led him out of the driver´s room.

“Are you gonna join me in the shower?”, Lando asked quietly, a bit of his cheekiness already returning.

“Don´t push your luck, Norris.”, You grinned. But both of you knew that you could never deny his requests to spend time with him.

So, the shower it was…

[yourmomni]

A/n:HIII so I know I know “niyah where the hell have you been” “ Niyah what about my request” yes guys I know I’ve been gone and I’m back and staying. I had a lot going on and am finally ready to finish writing . The request are being done now but I wanted to give y’all something that’s been sitting in my draft as a welcome back gift from me to you🥰 enjoy

How you met them

Plus sized reader x Enhypen

Heeseung

Heeseung was the sweetest boyfriend you ever met

He was always on time to dates and he would even stop by your favorite flower shop and buy you flowers when ever you hanged out

NYou felt so loved and safe being with his especially when you told him about your insecurities

You weren't the lightest person when in came to weight and it was your biggest enemy when trying to find love

The side glance you would get when you ordered food at restaurants or the stares you received when working out

It always made you feel insecure

So when your schools smartest student asked you out one spring day after chorus practice you honestly thought it was a joke

sweat was dripping off of his forehead making his bangs wet. He was holding his knees trying to catch his breath " Please go out with me ... .tomorrow…night ... .oh my gosh I think I'm dying." He reached for the ground sitting down in front of you and you just stared at him in shock. “ I have water.” You blurted out fishing in your bookbag for your Sanrio covered water bottle. “ it's cold.” You kneeled down beside him, handing him the bottle which he gladly took to drink what was left in it. “ I tried to catch up with you earlier but you move really fast.” You smiled at him and hessung swear he thought the heavens opened up and shined down on you. “ what were you saying earlier?” He regained his words and asked you on a date which you happily said yes too.

Jay

You worked for his dad when he met you

It was one of those days where he decided to visit the office and see how everything was going when he saw you.

Standing at the printer wearing a white button up and a black pencil skirt curly hair stopping at your shoulders framing your face beautiful dark brown skin. Jay almost spit out his coffee when he looked at you .

Why hasn't he noticed you before? He would have noticed you.

You grabbed the papers and started walking back to your desk. Your shoes were killing you and you were so hungry you couldn't think straight.

“ Um excuse me.”

You looked up with a annoyed glance the emptiness in your stomach making you hungry a little. A man you never seen before was looking down at you through his long lashes. His hair was dyed a nice blonde and his jawline was nice.

“ Yes how can I help you?” He smiled.

“ When Is your break?” he glanced and the watch on his wrist then back up at me. “ In 10 minutes but I can help you with whatever you need right now before then” you breathed out hoping you didn't sound as irritated as you felt.

“ I was wondering if I can take you out for lunch, like right now?” you would be lying if you said you weren't shocked by the handsome man's request.” And why would you do that?” He shrugged.” Because I think you're pretty and I want to get to know you.” you huffed out a laugh raising your eyebrow. “ I flattered but I don't know you, and i have work to do. My boss is really strict when it comes to us not leaving early for break.”

Jay tilted his head. You had dimples that he didn't notice when you were standing in front of him at the printer and your replies make your features pop even more.

He reached his hand out and you took it. “Jay Park of park industries” Your eyes widened, You remember him now from the huge photo that was framed in your bosses office of his family.

“ My dad is your boss and soon I'll be your boss.” He kissed your hand and your rose from your chair.

“ How about that lunch.” He smiled

Jake

How you and jake met is different from the rest of them but you had a huge crush on the native Australian. Alexa play So Into You by Tamia because that's all that played in your head when you saw this man walking down the hall with his friends, the world was moving in slow motion and jake was the only thing that caught your eye. He was smiling talking to one of his friends fixing the circular glasses that framed his face well. His honey skin glistening ugh you were falling for him, but like who wouldn't.

That night you were at a party one of your friends invited you to attend insisting that you should go to quote on quote “ Get out of the house on a Friday night and shake sum ass for once.” And here you were wearing a skin tight black dress leaning on the wall like a loner with a cup that has been empty for the last 5 minutes watching your best friend suck faces with Park Sunghoon.

You were not having fun

The hair pins she shoved in your hair was stabbing you're scalp and you felt really exposed in the spaghetti strapped tight dress she put you in that showed off ever curve.

You were so stupid for coming.

But Jake thought you looked like a girl straight out of his mind. He couldn't get his eyes off of you since you walked through the door, asking his friends if they knew who you were.

“ I'm going to go talk to her.” He drink the rest of his liquid courage and headed off towards your way. You didn't seem to notice him as you were in your own world staring into your empty cup. “ Having fun?” Your eyes went wide when you seen him.

Jake Sim talking to you

“ I didn't mean to scare you.” He smiled “ I saw your cup empty and wanted to come over and ask you if you wanted another drink?”

“ oh” you breathed out still staring at the man” yeah I would love another drink” 1 drink turned into 5 and you and him spent the whole night together drunkenly talking about life and fantasizing the future. Jake accidently telling the real reason why he walked over to you and you telling him how you had a crush on him.And the rest was history. The next weeks were just you and him hanging out every day until he asked the big question that you excitedly said yes to.

Who would have thought you would be dating your crush.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon was a stone faced guy who never showed anyone any types of attention especially girls.

God you liked him so much

you passed him everyday on your way to your business class and it was hard to not stare at him, it not like he noticed you anyways and if he did you sure as hell wasn’t his type. Sunghoon was athletic and those types usually date people who are also athletic like them. You lose your breath on the stairs on the way to class everyday that was definitely not his type.

the rain that morning was especially hard, making it difficult to see your way to class. You were covering your head with a textbook while running trying not to be late. Why the hell wasn’t class canceled. “ Hey Wait.” You turned around to Sunghoon chasing after you. You heart stopped for a second, of course he would want to talk to you when you're soaking wet and your make up is probably dragging down your face. That thought made you turn back around and quickly head for the business building “ No no wait.”

You never ran so fast in your life just to get away from someone. You'd rather die then let him see you like this. You pulled on the building door and it didn’t budge “ Huh” you yanked on it again repeatedly. “ Oh god please don’t tell me” “ classes were canceled like 10 minutes ago” I side eyed him as he stood there holding his books as well “ I see you come this way everyday so I wanted to tell you.” I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “Thanks” he nodded but didn’t walk away like I thought he would.

I quickly glanced at him and he was staring at me studying my face. Could the world just open me up and swallow me right now please. “ I was on my way to the cafe do you want to come with me, anywhere is better than being out here” I slowly looked at him and it was like fireworks went off around us. He’s facial feature softened and the smirk that was on his face before was gone. “ You-you um wouldn’t mind going with me right”

He turned away from me and a blush covered his cheeks “ yeah that’s fine” he nodded quickly turning his back to me. “ I’ll lead then” he put his book over his head and ran into the rain I quickly followed him smiling to myself. Did I just make THEE Park Sunghoon blush?

Sunoo

You scrubbed the dog in front of you until it’s white fur was no longer the mucky brown it was before “ look buddy you look like yourself again all cute and cuddly” the big dog shook all over you as you blocked your face from the attack. You rinsed him off and sent him on his way to get his hair cut. “ Y/N” you turned and your boss was standing their with a boy beside her. He brightly smiles at you and you automatically smiled back at him. “ Y/n this is Sunoo he’s new and I would like if you could train him for today.” You nodded and she quickly walked away to go help someone else

“ Hello I’m sunoo please treat me well.” He beamed “ I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you I guess your going to be helping was dogs today can you go grab a apron and then we can get to work” he nodded quickly putting the apron on and standing next to me. I explained how everything in the sink worked and how to correctly wash the dog.

Sunoo was the cutest guy you’ve ever seen, his cheeks grew every time he smiled and he talked to you so kindly. You let him do a dog by himself and he followed your directions properly until he lost control of the hose and sprayed it everywhere. You and him started screaming trying to gain control as you also got soaked from the water the dog stood in the corner watching everything unfold quietly and calmly. He finally turned it off and looked at you with shock all over his face “ I didn’t know that was gonna happen” you both broke out in fits of laughter, he helped you off the floor but you both slipped which ended with you on top of him. His faces turned red and so did yours you quickly got up and dust yourself off “ I’m gonna go get the mop” you ran to the closet and left a flustered Sunoo on the floor with his heart beating and a new crush.

Jungwon

Anger is what you felt in this moment.

Anger,Sadness, hatred that’s what you felt for these people. “ Look she can’t even fight back how pathetic” they laughed at you ridicule you everyday of your life just because how you looked and it was starting to get to much for you.

“ why do you even come back huh? Is it because you secretly love you getting talked about everyday or do you just like the attention” the girls laughed looking down at you. “ Isn’t she just pathetic” The boys beside them laughed in agreement. “ looking down at her like this makes me feel bad for her a little” you grabbed your books putting them back in your book bag so you can get away from these humans.

“ We didn’t say you can go fatso” he kicked the book bag out of my hand. “I’m having to much fun with you” the tears riled down your face and the laughed at you again.

You hated them no one ever protected you from them, they always bullied you and no one ever saved you, no one stood up for you.

You grabbed your book bag again and started collecting your books quickly you reached for one and a hand was already on it you looked up and a boy you never seen before grabbed it and started collecting your papers around you.

You froze. What’s going on?

“ She doesn’t need your help new kid get lost” the boy slapped the book out of the boys hand, he scoffed picking the book back up and grabbed my book bag stuffing everything in it. “ Are you deaf or just a dumbass?” The started laughing again but he didn’t pay them any attention grabbing a paper but the bully stepped on it

“ Leave it.” He said through gritted teeth, him and the boy stared at each other intensely “Move your foot” the girls gasped at the boys voice. The bully scoffed “ what did you just say” the boy raised his eyebrow “ I don’t ask things twice” my eyes widen at the situation. The bully lifted his foot up and the boy grabbed the paper stuffing it in my book bag “ Are you okay” he wiped the dirt from your face. You nodded he put the bag in your shoulder and helped you up off the ground.

“ I’ll walk you home” he sweetly smiled grabbing my hand gently as we walked away from the group but not before throwing a glare over his shoulder at them. “ Thank you” I whispered he turned back around and looked at me “ No problem I’ll walk you home from now on my name is Jungwon I just transferred here today” I smiled “ I’m Y/N” he smiled repeating your name “ Y/n a name almost as beautiful as the carrier” I blushed.

I guess I can’t say no one ever saved me because,

Yang Jungwon did

Niki

You sat at the table and watched your best friends battle over a air hockey game. “Y/n come on let’s have fun” you smiled “ okay I’ll get next game against winner” the arcade was full on a Friday night , the game machines were alive and colorful. People here with their friends or even on dates. You heard a group of boys getting rowdy by the basketball game and looked over. They were in a intense versus against each other. The ones currently going were apparently neck and neck. The buzzer sounded and the one on the left clapped his hands loudly smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. He started to turn towards the big group and they high-fives him as he smiled. The black zip up and chains on his neck made you not wanting to look away. You swore you could hear his bracelets jingle from where you were. His hood and hair was covering his eyes but what you could see he was a breath taking looking man.

“Y/n it’s your go” I turned towards my friends smiling and taking my respective place.

Niki high-fived Jake as he beat heeseung in the basketball game. “ Now you owe us a pizza” heeseung grumbled as he made his way to the front to order pizzas for the group. “ Hey man you see that girl over their” Jay swing his arm over my shoulder pulling my hood off so I could see better. He followed the oldest glance, a girl with brown curls playing air hockey with someone smiling and clapping as she landed on in the goal. “ She couldn’t keep her eyes off you man” Niki watched you dance with your arms up in victory smiling and laughing. “ And I guess you can’t keep your eyes off her huh” Niki didn’t want to look away from you scared you would disappear or another guy would try to make a move on you.

That wasn’t going to happen.

Heeseung came back with a receipt tapping Niki chest. “Hey play me again we can see who’s going to buy the drinks” “ Maybe another time hyung” Without a second thought he started making his way towards you, hopping over tables just to get to you scared someone would beat him to it.

“ I win again Mariah that’s 9 in a row” you laughed as your best friend just rolled her eyes at you. “ Anika you want to try to beat me” the girl shook her head recording you dancing. “ Oh come on I’m on fire so one has to try to beat the champion I promise I’ll go easy” “ I’d like to try” you turned around and was met with Mr.Basketball

“Oh” he smirked going on the other side of the table, Mariah quickly ran to sit by Anika as they ushered you on. “ well okay but I lied about the going easy part” he shrugged “ wouldn’t have it any other way” you played over and over somehow getting tie 5 to 5 “ okay next point is winner” I said sitting the puck Infront of me “ let’s make this interesting” Niki said getting ready “ If I win I get to take you out” you could hear your friends ohhing in the back “ Okay and if I win?” I asked him “ I won’t bother you for the rest of the night” you smiled “ okay then” you hit the puck with your cone and Niki hit it back it went on like that for awhile until Niki accidentally pushed it into his own goal you lifted your hands up in victory and did a little dance “ I win” he smiled at you

Cute

“ You win congrats” he held his hand out for you to shake and you took it “ I’ll see you around Y/n” he bit his lip as he walked away from you back to his friends. Your friends ran beside you “ are you seriously not going to go out with” she watched him sit at the booth and his friends clapped him on the shoulder. You walked again towards him

“Maybe next time man.” Jay said as he shook my shoulder I shrugged it off grabbing a drink from the middle drinking it. “ Yeah maybe she likes losers” they laughed and he mocked them back tired of their shenanigans he was no longer fun.

“Niki curly head 3 o’clock “ Jake said tapping his shoulder Niki lifted his head and saw you standing in front of him “ Hey” she smiled “ Hey” he heard his friends giggle and he glared at them making them stop. “ Um you never told me what time you were picking me up tomorrow” Niki raised his eye brow in confusion “ What do you mean.” “ Well for our date”

Niki face lit up and the smile he had was unmoving no one get wipe that off of him “ Oh yeah how does 5 sound?” You nodded smiling back “ Great see you then Niki” you waved and walked away. Niki couldn’t stop starting at you until everyone erupted with laughter and questions

“ Oh young love “

[mymelidy]

Danielle - National GF Day Pt. 1

“Oh this is harder than I thought..” The young Australian girl said as she stared at the bowl in front of her. She’d been baking for what felt like hours; an assortment of cookies in specific. Today was national girlfriends day after all! She had to let her girlfriend know how much she loved her and what better way to do that than to make cute pink sweets?

She called her older friend, Kim Minji, to help since baking was not going well so far. “Minji? So how long am I suppose to bake the cookies for? Mhm and what is the consistency of the batter suppose to look like?” Danielle asks. “Bro it’s supposed to be thick, like dough. Maybe you should just grab something from walmart.” Minji says on the other end of the line, annoyed. Danielle picks up her whisk and watches as the liquified batter pours off of it. “Good idea.”

“Did I really have to come with you to grab some cookies??” Hanni rolls her eyes and groans as Danielle practically skips beside her. “Yes girl, you’re Y/N’s best-friend. Besides me of course.” She says with a smug look. The older girl huffs and smiles. “Well she likes pink a lot, you know that.. just grab whatever has pink and whatever reminds you of her.” As Hanni says that, Danielle let’s out a loud gasp and runs to a different isle. Hanni scrunches her eyebrows. “AHH!” The older girl yells as her friend pulls her to the same isle. “Y/N is here! I thought Haerin was with her??” Danielle panics. Hanni looks around the corner seeing Y/N. “Omg you know she has the attention span of a fish.. We can’t let her see us.” Danielle and Hanni sneak off to another section and call Haerin. “Hello?” The girl picks up. “WHY ARE YOU NOT WATCHING MY GIRL FRIEND??!” The australian accent really had really popped out when Dani whisper yelled. “What? She’s right- oh.” Dani squeezes her eyes shut while Hanni face palms herself.

Somehow, Dani and Hanni managed to get pink frosted heart shaped sugar cookies, balloons, and a cute card for Y/N before she noticed they were there. They arrived at Y/n’s apartment. Danielle unlocks the door and enters the house, knowing exactly where to put her shoes and jacket. Hanni smiles finding it cute. “Okay can you help me set up?” Danielle asks taking the things out of her bag. “Girl i’m already here anyways.” The girls laugh and begin to set up.

“Thank you Hanni.. I really hope Y/N likes it.” Danielle says clamping her hands together and smiling nervously. “I’m sure she will.. if not I’ll eat the cookies.” She jokes as she leans in to hug the younger girl. “Good luck and let me know how it goes!” She says turning to the door. “I will thank you again!” Dani yells as Hanni walks out. After a while of messing around with some of the decorations, she looks down realizing she’s still wearing a stained t shirt and shorts. click. the doorknob turns. “oh my god..”

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y’all this is my first time genuinely writing so please lmk if this is good and if i should continue it.. give me any feedback possible i hope you guys enjoy this! and let’s not talk about how this is 6 days late…

[filmbyjy]

hi! idk if ur requests are still open or no but if they are, could you do a headcannon on enhypen on how they would take care their s/o when she’s on her period or something. It’s okay if u don’t want to do this(btw I love ur writings 🫶🫶) HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL🫶

a/n: oh don’t worry! my request box is always open. it’s just I take a long time to write this out bc of school😞 oh and thank you🫶🏻🫶🏻anyways! let’s write this!! sorry this took so long :((

enhypen taking care of s/o while on her period

LEE HEESEUNG

no stfu. there is no hear me out

this man will be soooo sweet

he makes good use of those doe eyes to look all innocent and shit so he could beg to buy pads and other essentials for you

don't even try pushing him away

"babe, can i buy for you-"

"just go."

happily smiles and grabs his wallet before bolting to the supermarket

once he does, he tries to find the section

but then he faced with crisis number #1

why in the world are there so many pads. why do they need to have this 'heavy flow' thing. is that how much women bleed every month??

he is horrified

but he keeps calm and tries to find a staff.

a little shy but he does it anyways.

the staff helps him and he buys the perfect amount. just 2 packets because why would you need heaps of it

comes back with the pads and with hot cocoa from the cafe you two love.

on the way home, he read that drinking warm things helps with your cramps so he stopped by the cafe.

now where did crisis number #2 start?

when your cramps decided to fuck up your cuddle session well more like makeout session

you were kissing heeseung like your life depended on it and then that's when the cramps start bothering you. you groaned whilst pulling away.

heeseung no jokes rolls his eyes

not at you but the pain that you were feeling.

"let me kiss you some more to make it go away."

"heeseung, it doesn't work."

"shush woman."

and so he kisses you

it sort of helps though🫢

so umm now whenever you have cramps, heeseung just kisses you👍🏻

PARK JONGSEONG

my man🫶🏻🫶🏻

if it isn’t obvious this man definitely knows how to handle things

he is prepared >:)

well for the first time he is a little confused because you are his first girlfriend and he doesn’t have any womanly figure around him besides his mother

so he doesn’t know how tf should he react to your period

he tries to get help from his mom on what should he do

ultimately, he becomes a pro at it

gives you massage

belly rubs

warming up a heat pad for your cramps

getting anything for you

does baby talk (bc he wants to be soft with you)

making you laugh to distract you from the pain

buys you pads/tampons whichever you use

even brings a small little pouch with pads/tampons for when it comes unexpectedly during your little date

he definitely I feel like tracks your period

bc if you’re just plain out lazy or forget, he knows when to be ready

which is why jay is a 100/10 on being best boyfriend🫶🏻🫶🏻

hence let’s kiss, jongseong 😍 ehem kidding. no I’m not kidding👁️👁️

SIM JAEYUN

mother I am in love with an australian 20 year old boy😮‍💨😮‍💨

sorry

anyways, I think jaeyun would definitely be another clueless one

he may be for the hoes and stuff but zero clue on what a damn period is

please teach the boy

but

won’t lie, he’d be great at listening to you

golden retriever energy right there

so if you ask him to get you things, he won’t hesitate

“jake-”

“ALREADY ON IT, LOVE!!” *grabs his wallet and phone. puts on shoes. all ready to go out*

he may not know but he is willing to learn how to make you feel better

because he only wants you to feel at ease and comfortable

for that to happen, obviously he needs to understand you so he decides to learn about periods

bc he loves you🫶🏻🫶🏻

loves rubbing your tummy to make you feel better though

reminds him of petting layla’s belly and he has great knowledge on that

PARK SUNGHOON

since sunghoon is an older brother…he definitely did know what a period is.

but he never thought he’d have to experience in helping with that (since his sister is 5 years younger)

until he fell for you

you are certain he knows what are periods but he just doesn’t know how to help

so you never bothered with asking him for help

until you accidentally texted him instead of your mom

you: mom :( i’m out of pads and my period came early. could you buy some pads for me while you’re at it?

sunghoon: sure, which kind?

you: mom?? I thought you knew what kind I use but here is the picture anyways *1 attachment*

and then when you hear the door open, you expected your mom to walk into your bedroom but no it’s your boyfriend

“hoon?”

“you sent the text to me but don’t worry…umm I asked my mom about it and how to help you get through this…umm bloody month…”

awkward as fuck but he is adorable

you gave him a hug

oh but as soon as he gets used to it after helping you a few more times…

all hell breaks loose

starts cracking up jokes about it

calls you weird nicknames

“my little ketchup packet🥺🥺”

deserves a smack to the arm

KIM SUNOO

you’ve heard and seen those statements from his girl classmates

THERE AINT NO WAY THIS MAN DOESNT KNOW HOW TO HELP

like hello?? popular with the girls in school. has girl friends

it’s sooo obvious

when he started dating you, he made sure to state that if you needed any help, just text him

you were hesitant

bc he was your first boyfriend so you never shared anything about periods to any guy before. even your dad

so like you just felt uncomfortable to even ask him

so let’s say…you and sunoo were having a stay at home date

you fell asleep on the bed. unbeknownst, you leaked and stained the bed. sunoo notices it and as such places a towel on the extra bed and moves you over to the other room.

after doing so, he goes to wash the stained sheets up and throw it inside the washing machine after.

he realises that he should wake you up bc you’d be sleeping in your dirtied clothes. before he does so, he goes to your bathroom to make sure you have your ‘supplies’ ready. if you don’t have any left, he runs down to the nearest mart to buy you some and even snacks or anything to make you feel better

once he comes back, he gently wakes you up and tells you to go change and then come down soon after.

you realised why he asked you to change and you were embarrassed. he probably saw it leak. just before you leave, he reassures that it is alright and normal for this type things to happen so he pecks your forehead and leaves to make hot cocoa.

to say that he is an amazing boyfriend was an understatement, he was the perfect boyfriend you could ever have.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon does have an older sister so like he definitely has heard his sister like talk about it.

so it wasn’t a shock to him about how painful it is or how horrible it can get

however, since you were his first (and last) girlfriend, he doesn't exactly know how to help

well that's what he says but when you tell him you got your period

he surprisingly knows a decent amount of things

"here i made tea. since i heard coffee isn't good for your cramps."

like bro how did you know that🤨🤨

he also apparently made a mental note to track your period so he can plan dates

on days you have your period, he will definitely plan a stay-at-home date. the bundle he brings quite literally looks like you got injured and he is visiting you at the hospital.

i definitely also think that he will hold you close if you complain about your cramps.

soft tummy pats because he definitely likes doing it so you feel better. you know like that one en-o'clock moment where he was patting jay to sleep. yes i will never forget that moment.

still cant believe this is boy is 20 sobbing😭😭

NISHIMURA RIKI

honestly i’m facing a dilemma here (get it😉). idk if ni-ki would be a sweet and caring boyfriend

or would he be a pain in the ass when he sees your struggling with your period

so I’d say 50-50

like he will have his haha funny moments

but when he really realises “oh shit, my girlfriend is in pain.”

thats when he really goes full on ‘take care of girlfriend’ mode

bc he knows the existence of periods. he has two sisters

but he is also just a teen

teen boys really sometimes don’t get periods. they think its just something simple when really its not

so like dont be too hard on him. he’ll learn

this means it will take him a couple of times to really help you out

sometimes he can be serious, sometimes he can be playful

but he is also playful bc he knows you’re in pain and he wants to make you feel better or take away the frown

he just wants you to be happy and not in pain

ni-ki is pretty cuddly too. he likes to just curl up with you and hold you close bc you’re warm and he is cold

sometimes he cutely rubs his head against your tummy and surprisingly kinda feels nice since it kinda helps with the little cramps (unless you’re ticklish then uhh yeah)

10/10 cute boyfriend :D