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writingbuckets · 5 months ago

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𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

paige bueckers x reader

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synopsis: Y/N and Paige Bueckers are caught in a tense moment after Paige’s jealousy and neglect come to a head. With emotions running high, both struggle to navigate their complicated feelings, forcing them to confront the future of their relationship.

warnings: angst, jealousy, explicit sexual content, slight manipulation, possessiveness, dom/sub dynamics, slight violence (physical restraint)

a/n: i present to you... jealous paige bc this is one of my favorite tropes literally ever! this was 16 pages on google docs so i apologize for that, gonna go through all my posts and add warnings to them so i shall see you later <3

You’re sprawled out on your bed, limbs heavy against the soft blanket, phone clutched in one hand. The screen casts a faint glow in the dim room, illuminating the furrow of frustration etched into your brow. Your thumb idly scrolls through your message thread with Paige—a barren wasteland of unanswered texts. Each message feels like a tiny stone dropped into the pit of your stomach, adding to the growing weight.

Monday

Hey, how’d practice go? You alive?

Wednesday

I know you’re busy, but can we talk soon? Paige?

Friday

Cool. Guess I’ll take the hint.

You sigh heavily, locking your phone and tossing it onto the bed beside you. The device bounces slightly before settling face down, but your mind refuses to let it go. A sharp buzz suddenly cuts through the silence, jolting your heart into a sprint. For a fleeting moment, hope flickers. You snatch up the phone, only for disappointment to flood in when Jasmine’s name lights up the screen instead.

You swipe to answer, switching to speaker and tossing it back on the bed. “What’s up, Jas?” you say, your tone flat and lacking its usual warmth.

“Clearly not you,�� Jasmine replies, her voice teasing but tinged with concern. “You sound like someone kicked your puppy. Is this about Paige again?”

You pause, chewing on your bottom lip, the weight of your emotions threatening to spill over.

“She’s been ghosting me all week,” you finally admit, bitterness seeping into your voice like a slow drip. “I get that basketball keeps her busy, but is it really that hard to send one text? Like, ‘Hey, sorry, can’t talk right now’? That’s all I’m asking. It’s not rocket science.”

Jasmine’s incredulous tone comes through loud and clear. “Wait. She hasn’t responded at all? Not even a quick ‘Hey, I’m swamped’?”

“Not a word,” you reply, the edge in your voice sharpening. “Meanwhile, she’s out here talking about how much she likes me and how she wants to make things work. For what? So I can sit here, feeling like a damn afterthought, while she… I don’t even know what she’s doing anymore.”

“You deserve so much better,” Jasmine says firmly, her voice a grounding presence.

“Tell me about it,” you mutter, picking up your phone again despite yourself. It’s a reflex, a bad habit you can’t seem to break. You open Instagram, swiping through stories without purpose, when something stops you cold.

KK’s latest post dominates the screen. It’s a picture of the team crammed into a booth at Ted’s, smiles wide and carefree. Paige is smack in the middle, holding up Dirty Shirley, her grin so effortless it’s like she hasn’t ignored a single text in her life. She looks happy. Relaxed. Completely unbothered.

The caption reads: “Dubs only, baby! Turnt up with the squad 🏀.”

Your grip on the phone tightens as heat rises to your cheeks. Your jaw clenches involuntarily. So, she has time for this? Time to party, to hang out with her team, to go to Ted’s of all places—your spot—but can’t find two seconds to acknowledge you?

“Unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath, the words simmering with anger.

“What happened?” Jasmine’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“She’s at Ted’s,” you say through gritted teeth. “With the team. Laughing, drinking, looking like life is perfect while I’m over here wondering if she fell off the face of the Earth.”

“Oh, hell no,” Jasmine says, her indignation matching your own. “She thinks she can ignore you and get away with it? Nope. Get up, put on your hottest outfit, and remind her who the hell you are.”

You sit up, heart pounding as the idea takes root. Your glare is fixed on KK’s post, as if staring at it hard enough might erase the image entirely. Locking your phone, you toss it onto the bed before swinging your legs over the side.

“You know what?” you say, your voice steady and laced with resolve. “Maybe I will.”

The moment you’ve had enough, something shifts inside you—like a fire being reignited. The frustration that’s been simmering all evening finally boils over, and you grab your phone with newfound determination. Sitting upright on your bed, you unlock the screen, your fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease.

Y’all down for Ted’s tonight? Need backup.

The message is direct, no frills. This isn’t just a night out—it’s a mission.

Jasmine’s reply comes almost instantly, as if she’s been waiting for an excuse to hit the town. Say less. On my way in 20. Her energy is palpable even through a text.

Seconds later, Veronica chimes in: I’m in. Let’s cause some trouble. Her signature wink emoji follows, and you can’t help but smirk.

Finally, Serena’s response lights up your screen with a single word: Bet. Short, sweet, and packed with confidence.

With your friends locked in, you toss your phone onto the bed and head straight to your closet. It’s time to make a statement—one that’s impossible to ignore. You stand in front of your wardrobe, fingers brushing over hangers as you mentally critique each option. Too casual. Too plain. Too predictable.

After what feels like an eternity, your hand lands on the one. It’s bold, sleek, and undeniably sexy—a figure-hugging dress that accentuates all the right places and practically demands attention. You pull it off the hanger, holding it up in front of the mirror. The deep color complements your skin perfectly, and the hem does the absolute minimum in covering the bottom of your ass.

You slip into it carefully, smoothing the fabric over your body and adjusting it until it fits like a second skin. Taking a step back, you examine yourself in the mirror, tilting your head as a small smile plays on your lips. You look good. No—scratch that. You look amazing. But tonight, looking amazing isn’t enough. You want to turn heads. You want Paige to feel it.

Not done yet, you move to your vanity, flipping on the lights. Your makeup bag sits waiting, and you dive in with practiced precision. First, a flawless base, smooth and glowing, like your skin was kissed by the perfect Instagram filter. You follow with a contour that defines your features, giving you a sharp, sculpted look. Then comes the winged liner, bold and dramatic, with a flick so precise it could cut glass. Smokey eyeshadow enhances the look, making your gaze impossible to ignore, and a high-shine gloss adds the perfect finishing touch to your lips.

You lean back, giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror. Every detail is on point, down to the faint shimmer of highlighter catching the light on your cheekbones. It’s flawless, if you do say so yourself.

As you’re spritzing on your favorite perfume—a scent both intoxicating and unforgettable—your phone buzzes again. Jasmine’s text reads: Outside. Let’s do this.

You slip on your favorite pair of chunky, heeled boots, the ones that make you feel like you own every room you walk into, and grab your bag. The rhythmic click of your heels on the pavement mirrors your determination as you stride out to Jasmine’s car.

Sliding into the passenger seat, you’re met with a low whistle from Jasmine. “Damn, girl,” she says, giving you an approving once-over. “Are you trying to destroy someone tonight?”

You smirk as you buckle your seatbelt, tossing your bag onto your lap. “Not destroy. Just remind a certain someone what she’s about to lose.”

Jasmine’s laugh fills the car as she reaches over for a fist bump. “Now that is the energy I needed. She won’t know what hit her.”

The ride to Ted’s feels electric. The bass of the music pulses through the car, a perfect soundtrack to your rising confidence. Jasmine keeps hyping you up the whole way, stealing glances at you every so often.

“You look so good, you’re probably going to start a fight,” she teases with a grin.

You meet her eyes with a smirk, adjusting a strand of hair in the mirror. “Good,” you say, your voice dripping with confidence. “Let her be mad. She’s got it coming.”

Jasmine’s laughter rings out, blending with the music as the two of you pull into the crowded parking lot. The neon sign for Ted’s glows against the night sky, and the hum of voices and laughter spills out into the cool evening air.

You step out of the car with purpose, adjusting your outfit one last time as your heels click against the asphalt. One final glance in the car’s side mirror confirms what you already know: you’re a vision, and tonight, you’re a force to be reckoned with.

Ted’s won’t know what hit it. And neither will Paige.

The low buzz of voices and the faint clinking of glasses hit you the moment you step into Ted’s. The warm glow of string lights overhead bathes the packed bar in a golden hue, and the energy in the room is palpable—loud laughter, animated conversations, and the occasional cheer erupting from the direction of the pool table. Your heels click against the floor as you make your way in with Jasmine, Veronica, and Serena flanking you like a well-coordinated squad.

It doesn’t take long to spot her. Paige is exactly where you expected, seated in a large booth near the back with Azzi, KK, Ice, and Jana. She’s dressed casually, black denim shorts, a black crop top, and an unbuttoned, white shirt, but she might as well be wearing a neon sign with the way she draws attention. She’s laughing, leaning back with her arm draped casually over the seat, completely at ease. You can see the sparkle in her eyes from here, even as she remains blissfully unaware of your presence.

The sight makes your stomach twist, but you shake it off. Tonight isn’t about Paige. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

“Let’s hit the bar,” you say, keeping your voice steady as you lead your friends in the opposite direction, deliberately ignoring the booth and the person in it.

The bartender greets you with a smile, and you order a couple rounds of shots for your group, letting Jasmine and the others hype you up as you throw them back the second they’re placed in front of you. Once you feel enough of a buzz to quell your anxiety, you decide to settle for a mixed drink to sip on for the remainder of the night. It isn’t long before you notice someone approaching, a tall, athletic-looking girl with broad shoulders and an easy grin. She’s wearing a fitted T-shirt and jeans, and the confidence in her stride is unmistakable.

“Hey,” she says, leaning against the bar. Her voice is low, smooth. “You look like you’re having more fun than anyone else here.”

You flash her a smile, tilting your head slightly. “You could say that.”

Her grin widens, and she introduces herself, launching into a conversation that you quickly match. Her compliments come freely—your outfit, your laugh, even the way you carry yourself—and you don’t hold back, laughing a little louder than usual and letting your fingers brush against her arm as you talk.

Across the booth, KK nudges Paige, a look of concern flickering across her face. “Uh, hey, isn’t that Y/N?” she says, nodding toward the bar.

Paige’s head snaps toward KK, her expression darkening as she follows her teammate’s line of sight. Her brows knit together as she takes in the scene—your effortless smile, the way you lean into the girl’s space, her hand resting on the bar just a little too close to yours. She recognizes the look in your eyes, it’s the same look she was on the receiving end of the first night you met.

“Yeah,” Paige says shortly, her voice clipped. She sets her drink down with more force than necessary, her grip tightening around the glass before she looks away.

Meanwhile, you pretend not to notice the silent storm brewing across the room. You keep your focus on the girl in front of you, leaning in just enough to keep the conversation flowing, though you can feel the heat of Paige’s jealousy from where you stand. It sends a thrill through you, equal parts satisfaction and spite.

As the girl laughs at something you’ve said, you turn your head to the side slightly, trying to catch a glance at the booth where Paige sits. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her tense, her hand balling into a fist on the table as she murmurs something to Azzi.

You can feel it in the air, Paige is reaching her breaking point. And that’s exactly what you wanted.

Paige sits stiffly in the booth, her grip on her drink tightening as her knuckles blanch. Her jaw works furiously, muscles twitching as if she’s holding back an eruption. The sound of your laugh, airy and effortless, cuts through the din of the bar, and Paige’s eyes flicker with barely concealed rage. Her teammates exchange uneasy glances, sensing the storm brewing beside them.

Azzi nudges KK and leans in. “Uh, is she okay?”

KK shrugs, her voice low. “I don’t think so.”

Paige suddenly stands, her movements sharp and deliberate. The scrape of her chair against the floor draws their attention.

“Where are you going?” Azzi asks, concern softening her voice.

Paige doesn’t look at her, her gaze fixed like a laser on you across the room. “I’ll be back,” she mutters, her voice clipped.

She doesn’t wait for a response, weaving through the crowd with purpose. Her steps are quick, her shoulders tight, and her eyes never leave you. You’re at the bar, leaning casually against the counter, completely absorbed in your conversation with the tall, athletic-looking girl beside you. The girl leans in close, her hand grazing your arm as she says something that makes you throw your head back with a laugh.

Paige’s chest tightens, and the corners of her vision blur with the heat of her jealousy. Each second feels like an eternity as she closes the distance, her blood boiling at the sight of the stranger getting a little too comfortable with you.

When she reaches you, she doesn’t pause to think. Her arm snakes around your waist in one swift motion, pulling you firmly against her side. The sudden contact makes you gasp, your conversation abruptly cut off. The flirty girl takes a step back, startled and clearly intimidated by Paige’s possessive presence.

“We’re leaving,” Paige says, her tone low and commanding. Her words are sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air.

You turn your head sharply, blinking in surprise as your eyes meet hers. The fire in her gaze burns so brightly it could scorch you, but you’re too stubborn to back down. “Now you have time to talk to me?” you ask, drawing the sentence out with deliberate sarcasm. “I think I’m fine right here.”

Paige’s jaw ticks, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, her arm tightens around your waist, her fingers pressing firmly into your side. It’s a silent warning, one you choose to ignore as you plant your feet against her attempts to steer you toward the door.

“Paige, what the hell?” you protest, your voice rising with irritation.

“Not here,” she snaps, her tone cold and final. Her grip remains unrelenting as she continues to lead you away from the bar.

Your friends notice the commotion, Jasmine standing halfway out of her seat. “Y/N, are you good?” she calls, her brows furrowed with concern.

You twist in Paige’s hold just enough to look back at them, throwing a hand up in a dismissive wave. “I’ll text you!” you shout over your shoulder, your voice dripping with frustration.

Paige doesn’t slow her pace until the two of you are outside, the cool night air biting at your skin. She releases you near her car, and you immediately step back, glaring at her.

“Seriously, Paige?” you snap, your voice sharp as you cross your arms over your chest. “You think you can just show up, ruin my night, and drag me out like this?”

Paige’s nostrils flare as she turns to face you fully, her expression thunderous. “I think I just did.”

Eventually you arrive at her apartment, and she has to practically pull you out of her car by your arm. The second you step into Paige’s entryway, you rip your arm out of her grip with enough force to make her stumble slightly. You spin around to face her, your chest heaving with frustration. The door slams shut behind you, echoing through the space like a gunshot.

“What the hell is your problem, Paige?” you shout, your voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Your words are sharp, fueled by anger that’s been simmering for days.

Paige whirls around to face you, her face already twisted in fury. “My problem?” she fires back, her voice rising to match yours, letting out a humorless chuckle. “You’re out there all over some random girl, and you’re asking me what my problem is?”

You take a step closer, refusing to back down. “Yeah, I am! Because you ignore me all week, and the second I talk to someone else, you suddenly care? Make it make sense, Paige!”

She runs both hands through her hair, pacing in jerky, frustrated strides between the door and the counter. “Do you know how insane it made me to see you with her?” she snaps, her words laced with raw, unfiltered emotion. “Laughing, touching her, looking like you were having the time of your life? Like I didn’t even exist?”

You laugh bitterly, the sound sharp and humorless as you cross your arms over your chest. “That’s rich, Paige. At least she actually talked to me, which is more than I’ve gotten from you in weeks.”

The room feels charged, every word hanging heavy in the air, but Paige isn’t done. She steps forward again, her voice low and rough with frustration. “You think I don’t care? You think I don’t want to talk to you? You’re all over her, touching her like it doesn’t matter, and it’s driving me crazy—"

“Gee, sounds like you finally get it,” you fire back, your words sharp with bitterness. “But hey, don’t worry, I’ll stop talking to people if it’ll make you feel better. Maybe next time, I’ll just sit in the corner and wait for you to remember I’m here, like some sad little backup plan.”

You turn your head, preparing to walk out, but before you can take a single step, Paige’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with a force that stops you in your tracks. Your heart pounds in your chest as you turn to face her, ready to throw another snarky remark her way.

But before you can speak, she’s there, bringing her hands to grab both sides of your face, her lips crashing into yours with an intensity that takes you by surprise. You freeze for a split second, then instinct kicks in. You try to pull away, pushing against her chest with as much force as you can muster.

But she doesn’t let up. Her kiss deepens, her hand sliding to the back of your neck, keeping you in place. The anger you’ve been carrying fades, replaced with confusion and something else you can’t quite name. You can feel her tension, her frustration, her need for something—maybe an answer, maybe redemption.

She slides one of her hands down to anchor around the front of your throat, her other hand drifting to grab at your hip through the thin material of your dress. She slowly starts to back you towards her kitchen, not stopping until the top of your ass is pressing against the island counter. She brings both hands to your hips, tapping the side of your ass with one hand, encouraging you to jump, and roughly squeezing your hip with the other.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as she lifts you effortlessly onto the cool marble countertop. Her hands slide possessively up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress higher. She steps forward, wedging herself between your parted legs.

"You look so fucking good in this dress," she says, her voice low and thick with desire. One hand slips under the fabric to caress the bare skin of your hip while the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat.

She dips her head, warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin before her lips press against your racing pulse. Your back arches as she nips at the delicate skin, soothing the pinch with her tongue and surely leaving a mark. A breathy moan fills the air and it takes you a moment to realize it came from you.

Her lips trail lower, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. You shiver as her tongue flicks out to taste your skin. The hand on your hip slides inward, fingertips skimming teasingly along the inside of your thigh.

You wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her in closer, desperate for more contact. She chuckles darkly against your throat, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure racing down your spine. "I love it when you get like this," she murmurs approvingly. "All desperate and needy."

To punctuate her point, she rolls her hips, grinding against your center. The pressure and friction draw a keening whimper from your lips. Your hands fly up to grip her strong shoulders, nails digging into taut muscle through her shirt.

Her lips glide over your skin, a delicate yet fervent touch, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. As she moves up from your jawline, each kiss ignites a spark, and her breath, hot and teasing, touches your neck, sending shivers racing down your spine. "I've been thinking about having you like this all night," she murmurs.

You whimper as her hands skim higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the thin fabric. She captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim your mouth, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

She reaches up to pull your dress down, revealing your bare breasts. Her lips immediately latch onto one of your nipples, sucking and biting it gently. You arch into her touch, a moan escaping your parted lips as she places full attention on the sensitive bud. Her tongue flicks and swirls, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Her other hand palms your neglected breast, kneading the supple flesh. She rolls the pebbled nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging in time with the ministrations of her mouth, each pull sending another rush of heat flooding your body.

"So pretty, baby," she says, the words vibrating against your skin. She gives your nipple one last hard suck before trailing her lips across your chest to the other breast, circling her tongue around the straining peak. Her mouth is relentless, her tongue swirling and flicking over your nipple until it’s aching, her teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. Her free hand slides down your stomach, fingers tracing the curve of your hip before slipping between your thighs. You’re already wet, your panties soaked through, and she groans against your skin as her fingers brush over the damp fabric.

Your head falls back as you cry out, hands fisting in her silky hair to hold her close. She smirks against your skin, clearly enjoying the reactions she's pulling from your trembling body. Your back arches involuntarily, pressing your body closer to hers as you desperately seek more of her touch, the sound of her soft chuckle making you shudder with pleasure.

"Patience," she whispers, the word barely audible as her fingers trace lazy circles around your clit through the lace of your underwear. The sensation is frustrating, and you can't help but whimper, your hips bucking involuntarily in search of more contact.

You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your body responding to her touch in ways you never thought possible. You already know she's jealous, you saw the way she looked at you earlier when you were talking to that other girl. But you can't help but feel thrilled at the way she's touching you now, as if she's trying to claim you as her own.

You lean back on your hands, your eyes locked on Paige's as she continues to tease you. Her gaze is intense, fiery, and you can see the possessiveness in her eyes. It sends a thrill down your spine, making you even more turned on.

"You're mine," Paige murmurs, her voice low and husky, filled with an undeniable possessiveness. The words send a thrill throughout your body, making your heart race with excitement. “Say it.”

"I'm yours," you whisper back, your voice barely audible as the tension builds within you. You can feel the pressure growing more and more intense, your body aching for release.

Paige's fingers finally slip under the waistband of your underwear, making contact with your sensitive skin. The feeling is electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You cry out, your hips bucking wildly as she begins to stroke you. Her touch is firm and confident, her fingers expertly finding your most sensitive spots.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation. Paige's gaze is locked on yours, her eyes filled with a fierce intensity that makes you feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Come for me, baby."

And with those words, you finally let go, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out her name. Paige holds you close, her fingers still moving rhythmically as you ride out your orgasm. As the waves of your orgasm begin to subside, Paige pulls her fingers away from your clit.

Before you can fully catch your breath, Paige is on you again. She moves with a speed and agility that takes you by surprise, pushing your back onto the counter with a force that leaves you momentarily stunned.

Your body splayed out beneath her, you feel a thrill of excitement run through you. You're completely at her mercy, and the thought is intoxicating. Paige's hand makes its way back to your throat, her grip firm and unyielding. She pins you to the counter by your throat, her body pressing against yours as she holds you in place.

You gasp at the sudden change in position, your heart racing with a combination of fear and excitement. The feeling of being completely dominated by Paige is both terrifying and exhilarating, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Paige's other hand slides back between your legs, her fingers finding your entrance with ease. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing moment, your body responding instinctually to her touch. She finds your g-spot easily, her fingers curling and pressing against it with just the right amount of pressure. You moan softly, your hips bucking as she begins to stroke you, her movements slow and deliberate at first, before building up to a feverish pace.

But she’s not content with just bringing you to orgasm. She wants to claim you, to mark you as hers in every way possible. And as she continues to finger you, her grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly, you know that you're completely and utterly hers.

Paige's movements become more insistent, her fingers moving faster and harder as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another orgasm, your body writhing and bucking beneath her touch. Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she continues, her movements growing more frantic as she feels your body starting to give in to the pleasure. “Paige, I can’t… it’s too much.”

“Nah, baby, I’ve been so mean to you this week, I just wanna make it up to you.” You moan louder now, your voice echoing through the room as Paige brings you to new heights of pleasure. Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure. “C’mon, I know you can take it.”

And then, with one final stroke, you reach the peak of your orgasm, your body convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Paige's fingers continue to move inside you, prolonging your orgasm and sending you spiraling into new heights of ecstasy. When it's all over, you collapse back onto the counter, your body spent and satisfied. Paige pulls her fingers away, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looks down at you, bringing her fingers to her mouth to suck at the remnants of your orgasm.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snap, your voice sharper than you intended, though the heat in your cheeks betrays your embarrassment. You quickly move to fix your dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious now that the moment is over.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” Paige replies, her voice steady but softer than usual. Still, her gaze doesn’t waver, her blue eyes fixed on you.

The silence in the apartment feels suffocating, filled with the weight of everything unspoken. The distant hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, an almost mocking contrast to the charged tension between you. Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, you swing your legs idly, trying to feign a casualness you don’t feel. The cool surface beneath you does little to soothe the heat creeping up your neck as Paige stands in front of you, close enough that her presence seems to fill the room.

When you finally look at her, expecting that same smug, self-satisfied smirk she’s perfected, you’re caught off guard. Her expression isn’t cocky; it’s something else entirely. The spark of amusement is gone, replaced by something heavier, something raw. Her blue eyes hold yours, steady and searching, as if she’s trying to find the words buried somewhere between you.

Paige shifts slightly, her hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs. She takes a breath, her chest rising and falling in a way that betrays the steady confidence she usually exudes. For a split second, it feels like the world narrows down to just this moment, just the two of you.

Her voice finally breaks the silence, low and uncharacteristically serious. “You know we need to talk about everything.”

The words hang between you, heavy and undeniable. Her tone is firm but carries a vulnerability that makes your stomach twist. She’s not brushing this off or dancing around it like you half-expected. No teasing grin, no playful deflection—just a directness that makes it impossible to pretend this is something you can both walk away from unscathed.

Paige shifts her weight slightly, standing even closer now, the space between your legs shrinking until there’s barely any left. The warmth of her body radiates against you, and you suddenly feel hyper aware of every inch of space she occupies. Her eyes don’t leave yours, and you can tell she’s waiting, giving you the chance to push her away—or pull her closer.

But the way she looks at you, so open and unguarded, makes it hard to do either. It’s a stark contrast to the Paige who had been ignoring your texts all week, and yet, it feels so achingly familiar. You’re torn between wanting to stay guarded and giving in to the pull of the moment. Finally, you arch an eyebrow, your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions threatening to surface.

“Okay,” you say, your tone more challenging than you intended. “Start talking.”

Paige’s shoulders stiffen, and for a second, you think she might retreat into that wall of stoicism she hides behind so well. But then her jaw tightens, and she steps even closer, her closeness making your nervousness spike, but you don’t flinch, meeting her gaze head-on.

“I can’t stand seeing you with someone else,” she says, her words thick with frustration. “I don’t want you flirting, laughing, or even looking at anyone but me. I want you, Y/N. Only you. I want us to be exclusive. I’ll do better. Just… don’t ever do that again.”

Your breath catches, and you almost flinch at how accurately her words cut to the truth. Still, you say nothing, giving her the space to continue.

“I messed up,” she begins, her voice quiet but deliberate. “I know I’ve been distant. I know I’ve made you feel like you’re not important to me, like basketball or… anything else in my life comes before you.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to maintain your composure, the snarky defense you’ve built up around yourself threatening to crack. You cross your arms, fighting to keep the sarcasm in your voice, even though your insides are a tangled mess of emotions.

“Exclusive, huh?” you challenge, your voice sharp, almost taunting, as you raise an eyebrow. Your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, creating a barrier between you and the vulnerability she’s suddenly laying at your feet. “And what happens when basketball gets in the way again? When I’m just another item on your to-do list?”

Paige flinches, just barely, but you catch it. The slight crack in her usually unshakable confidence stirs something in you—satisfaction, maybe, or guilt. You can’t quite tell. Her jaw tightens, the muscles working as if she’s biting back the first response that comes to mind. Instead, her gaze shifts, no longer carrying the frustration or defensiveness you’ve grown used to. Instead, there’s something softer, rawer, in the way she looks at you now. The intensity of her eyes locks you in place, her expression quietly pleading yet resolute.

“I’m not going to let that happen again,” Paige says, her voice low and steady. “I know I’ve screwed up before. I’ve made you feel like you’re not a priority, like you’re just… there, waiting for me to fit you in.” She pauses, the weight of her own admission hanging heavily between you. “But that’s not how I see you. That’s not what I want us to be.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. There’s no rehearsed apology, no empty promises. Just a raw honesty that feels like she’s peeling back the layers she’s kept hidden from everyone else. Your heart twists, torn between holding onto your frustration and the pull of what she’s offering.

You narrow your eyes, unwilling to let her off the hook so easily. “And how do I know this isn’t just another one of your moments? That it won’t be the same cycle all over again?”

Paige exhales, her shoulders rising and falling with the weight of your skepticism. “Because I don’t want to lose you,” she says simply, her tone almost breaking. “Because when I saw you with her tonight, it felt like the ground was being ripped out from under me. I don’t want to feel that again, Y/N. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough, or that you’re not worth my time.”

You’re still sitting on the counter, and the height difference gives you a brief sense of power, though it doesn’t last long under the intensity of her gaze.

“You’re not some item on a list,” she continues, her voice softening as she tilts her head to meet your eyes. “You’re the list, Y/N. You’re the one thing that matters more than all of it. And if that means I have to rearrange my life, show up differently, or prove it to you every single day, then that’s what I’ll do.”

The vulnerability in her words catches you off guard. For a moment, all the anger and bitterness you’ve been clinging to starts to loosen its grip. Still, you’re not ready to let her win that easily. You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly as if to study her, daring her to flinch under your scrutiny.

“You’re really laying it on thick, Bueckers,” you quip, though the usual sharpness in your tone is softened by the faintest hint of a smirk.

Paige’s lips twitch upward, a flicker of her usual confidence returning. “That’s because I mean it,” she counters, her voice steady. “I’m not going to let you walk away from this—not without fighting for you.”

You’re quiet for a moment, the air between you charged with unspoken feelings and the lingering tension of everything that’s gone unsaid for far too long.

“So, you’re telling me I’m the priority now?” you ask, your voice quieter this time, a little softer, though you keep your arms crossed in a weak attempt to shield yourself. There’s hesitation in your tone, an uncertainty you can’t quite hide, but the words still slip past your lips. “Not basketball, not your schedule, not the team?”

Paige doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t waver. Her blue eyes hold yours with an intensity that pins you in place, her conviction written all over her face. “Yes,” she says, her voice steady, as though the truth of it is something she’s carried for a long time. “You. Only you, Y/N.”

You look down at where her hands rest, then back up to meet her eyes—those piercing blue eyes that seem to hold nothing but honesty and a hint of fear, as if she’s bracing for your rejection. Your defenses falter. The weight of her confession, the raw emotion in her voice, the way she’s standing there, so vulnerable—it all seeps into the cracks of your resolve. Slowly, your arms drop to your sides, the tension in your shoulders easing as you exhale a shaky breath.

“Paige,” you murmur, your voice quieter now, fueled with something more forgiving. “If you screw this up—”

“I won’t,” she interrupts, her voice firm but not forceful. Her hands slide up slightly, resting on your hips now, anchoring herself to you. “I swear to you, Y/N. I won’t.”

You hold her gaze for another long moment, searching her face for any sign of doubt. But all you see is determination—determination and something deeper, something so achingly familiar it makes your heart clench.

“Okay,” you whisper, the word barely audible, but it’s enough. Enough to make Paige’s expression soften, her shoulders relax, and a spark of hope flicker in her eyes.

Her grip on your hips tightens slightly as she steps closer, standing between your legs, her face just inches from yours now. “Okay?” she repeats, as if she can’t quite believe it.

“Okay,” you say again, your voice steadier this time. You tilt your head slightly, a small, almost teasing smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “But you’d better back it up, Bueckers. I’m not making this easy for you.”

Paige chuckles softly, a sound filled with relief and affection. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Before you can respond, she leans in, her hands sliding up to cup your face gently, her thumbs brushing against your cheeks. She hesitates for the briefest moment, giving you a chance to pull away, but when you don’t, she closes the distance.

The kiss is slow at first, almost tentative, as if she’s trying to convey everything she can’t put into words. But it doesn’t take long for the intensity to build, for her to pour every ounce of her emotions into the connection. Her lips move against yours with a mix of passion and desperation, and you can feel her heartbeat pounding in sync with your own.

Your hands find their way to her shoulders, then slide up to thread through her hair, pulling her closer as you kiss her back with just as much fervor. The tension, the anger, the frustration of the past week melts away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through your chest like wildfire.

When she finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, foreheads resting together. Paige’s eyes search yours, her lips curling into a small, almost shy smile. “I’ll make it up to you, Y/N. Every day. You’ll see.”

You can’t help but smile back, your fingers still tangled in her hair. “You’d better,” you reply, your tone soft but teasing. “Because I’m holding you to it.”

Paige grins, and for the first time in what feels like forever, it feels like everything is falling into place.

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #uconn huskies #paige bueckers x reader #uconn wcbb #wcbb #wlw fanfic #wlw post #uconn x reader

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hcsiqs · 6 months ago

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TALK TOO MUCH— paige bueckers x famous!reader

༊*·˚ summary: while doing the wired autocomplete interview, you reveal your celebrity crush to be the famous athlete, Paige Bueckers

༊*·˚ warnings: use of y/n, reader is close friends with renee rapp

༊*·˚ author's note: and after months away...here i am so it might be a little rusty my bad yall

You sat down in the chair that was placed perfectly in back center of the all-white room you had just arrived in a few moments prior. Your makeup artist and hair stylist both came up and made some quick fixes before giving a nod to the crew behind the camera that you were ready.

You sat in the chair with your arms resting against the arms of the chairs as the director gave you the cue to start, "Hi guys! It's Y/N Y/L/N, and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview" you beamed at the camera doing a small wave. You were then handed a card that was made to look like a Google search bar with questions, with certain parts being blocked out by a white piece of paper.

The first board was questions mostly about where you grew up and how you got your start in music, some even asking about your hometown friends. Two boards later you were handed one that had most questions starting with "who".

You held up the board to the camera as you pealed the first question up, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's inspiration?" you read out loud before tapping your finger against your lips. "I don't know exactly. I feel like I get inspiration for my music from a lot of different artists, but also from the place I grew up and the people I grew up with" you told the camera truthfully, "But, I have really been loving Renee Rapp right now" you smiled, giving your closest friend a small shoutout.

You continued answering a few more questions before peeling the last one off, reading it as you went, "Who is Y/N Y/L/N's celebrity crush?" you read out before slapping your hand to your face and shaking your head no. "Oh Gosh," you laughed softly as your face warmed, the crew behind the camera laughing with you.

"Wow you guys really wanna know my dark secrets" you smiled as you tossed the board off to the side. You bit down on your bottom lip, as you tilted your head side to side, debating if you should tell the entire internet you your celebrity crush was.

Ultimately, you decided that since you were an artist and she was an athlete there was no way your fans crossed between you two, and there was absolutely no way she knew who you were and would see this interview.

"Ugh, okay, okay, I'll tell y'all," you said, covering your face with your hands for a second to calm yourself before letting a small smile fall on your lips as you remove your hands from your face. "Paige Bueckers," you smiled, tilting your head slightly, "And do not tell her! Or I'll like die," you laughed, pointing your finger at the camera.

You finished out the next few boards, cracking jokes, or sometimes leaving answers your fans would have to dissect to figure out your true answer, but soon enough the interview finished and you thanked the crew and said your goodbyes before heading home.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Several weeks passed and you had completely forgotten about your little mention of the star athlete in the video until you were scrolling on TikTok. An edit of the blonde popped up, but much to your shock the intro was a clip of you from the WIRED video talking about the girl before it cut to several velocity-style clips of her, with one of your songs playing in the background. Your eyes then wandered down to the caption which read, "y/n is so real for that" followed by several hashtags.

You then let your curiosity get the best of you as you opened the comments to see what people were saying, some nice and some not so much.

BRO NOT MY FAVS COLLIDING

paige has got to see this

Yall we just lost Paige to whoever this is

not her shooting her shot...and its def not gonna go in

need them together actually

PLEASE never media train her

You couldn't help but scroll in the comments for what seemed like forever before the notification fell from the top of your screen as your phone vibrated lightly. It read with Renee's name at the top with the small phone symbol beside it, you clicked the small answer button and answered the phone, the sound of the girl on the other side dying laughing cutting through.

"Bitch there is no fucking way!" Renee cackled, and you could hear her hitting the couch between each of her words. "Oh My God, I love you so much baby, but exposing yourself like that is crazy work," she spoke into the phone, her laughter dying down.

You groaned, mentally smacking yourself, "I don't even know why I said it! Shit, what if she sees it and thinks I'm some fucking weirdo..." you rambled, before the girl on the other side of the line cut you off.

"Chill. She's not gonna think you're a weirdo," she said, attempting to calm your nerves. "She has like thousands of random ass people talking about her all the time, you're fine."

"Why did no one shut me up," you said, pacing around your living room before feeling your phone buzz with the name paigebueckers appearing in the notification. "She just dmed me," your mouth dropped open as you told your best friend as she encouraged you to open it.

paigebueckers Soooo someone told me about your crush. But like don't die though

You opened up the message and started typing out your apology as quickly as you could.

ynyln omg im so sorry!! i literally didn't think you'd see it and completely forgot i said it after i finished the thing

paigebueckers You're good 🤣

paigebueckers I’ll always take a compliment from a pretty girl

And with that message, you practically launched your face into one of the pillows on the couch as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks and your body went warm.

ynyln oh godddd stopppp😭😭

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ahqueinfortunio · 2 months ago

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Babe, Your Butt is a National Threat – A Luke Hughes

You’re lying on the couch, scrolling through Instagram when Luke walks by in just his sweats. And not just any sweats—those grey ones. You glance up casually and then immediately do a double take.

“Oh my God,” you say, sitting up dramatically.

Luke freezes, a spoonful of peanut butter halfway to his mouth. “What? Did I forget to put pants on?”

“No,” you say, pointing an accusing finger. “Your butt. Luke, it’s getting out of control.”

He blinks. “...Thanks?”

“I’m serious!” you jump off the couch, storming over for further investigation. You do a slow circle around him like you’re inspecting a horse at auction. “It’s not fair. I do squats, lunges, Pilates—PILATES, LUKE!—and you just exist and somehow have the glutes of a Greek god.”

Luke, now visibly trying not to laugh, shrugs. “Hockey genes, baby.”

“I demand a butt-off. Right here. Right now,” you declare, already pulling up your leggings like you're suiting up for war.

“You want to compare?” he says, laughing. “You’re insane. This is why I love you.”

“No! Don’t distract me with compliments!” you say, poking him in the chest. “This is serious. If anyone in this relationship should have the better ass, it’s me!”

“Babe, come on,” he says, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you. “You know I’m an ass man. And I happen to be madly in love with yours.”

You cross your arms. “Even though it’s not as... aggressive as yours?”

“Hey,” he says, grinning, “Yours is elegant. Mine’s just... powerful.”

“Your ass could solve world hunger. Mine’s barely getting by,” you mutter, but you’re already smiling as he kisses your forehead.

“Want me to wear the grey sweats more often?” he asks, teasing.

“You know what? Yeah. We’re gonna monetize that thing.”

He laughs. “So, only fans for my ass?”

“Don’t tempt me, Hughes. I could fund our next vacation on those cheeks.”

And despite your outrage, you end up cuddled on the couch ten minutes later, head on his chest, scrolling through photos of the two of you. Every so often, you glance at his butt and shake your head.

Some girls get the 6'2" hockey player boyfriend. You got the hockey player and the best butt in the relationship.

You’re still not over it.

It’s been two days since you declared war on Luke Hughes’ glutes, and you’ve been on a mission. Morning squats. Afternoon squats. You’ve even started Googling “How to bulk your butt overnight” like a woman possessed.

Luke, of course, has been zero help. Every time you bend over to grab something, he dramatically whistles and goes, “Looking like a snack today!”—as if he isn’t the entire three-course meal walking around in grey sweats and oblivious hot-boy energy.

Today, though, you’ve got a plan. A revenge plan.

You wait until he’s napping on the couch—arms spread out, hair a mess, wearing those sweats again like a threat. You sneak over with your phone.

“Operation Steal the Peach is a go,” you whisper, activating selfie mode.

You carefully angle the camera to frame his butt in the background like it’s a museum piece, then snap the pic. You add a caption:

My boyfriend’s ass is so good I’m filing a formal complaint.

You’re giggling like a maniac when you hear a voice behind you: “Did you just take a picture of my butt?”

You spin around. Luke is squinting at you, still half-asleep, pillow lines on his face. He looks offended in the way only someone with a god-tier butt can be.

You hold up the phone. “Just trying to keep the world informed.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you post it?”

You pause. “No…”

He snatches the phone, checks your camera roll. “You captioned it?!”

“You should be flattered!” you defend. “It’s iconic. A peach for the ages!”

He stares at the screen, deadpan. “You put the crying emoji and the peach emoji together.”

“To express my emotional pain!”

Luke stares for another beat, then bursts out laughing. “You’re insane.”

“You knew this when you started dating me.”

“Yeah,” he says, pulling you into his lap, “and I’m gonna use this picture as blackmail when you least expect it.”

“Oh yeah? Well I’m not afraid. I’ve seen your camera roll too. You’ve got six different photos of my foot from when I fell asleep in socks with sandals.”

He gasps. “That was art.”

You’re both laughing now, tangled on the couch like two idiots in love. He kisses your cheek, still grinning.

“Truce?” he asks.

You sigh. “Fine. Truce.”

Then you add, “But tomorrow? Butt day. And I’m coming for your title.”

Luke raises a brow. “Oh, it’s on.”

Ending Note: You never do beat Luke’s butt. But at least you get to grab it whenever you want. So… who's the real winner?

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl smut

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 7 months ago

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Bookish girlfriend you're my yum yum - Mark Webber x reader

Summary : After going viral on book social media, you give the fans a completely new side of you. It catches the eye of an author (who happens to be a 9 GP winner)

inkscentedglamour: Squeezing in some last girly romance books before I film a new video for you 👀

username: Our queen is finally trying romantasy, I can feel it.

username: I need another object x human romance. I know it was an April Fools thing, but I need her to read Double Stuffed

username: DARK ROMANCE. DARK ROMANCE. DARK ROMANCE.

username : I know the sports romance PR is talking to her like the Green Goblin Mask

> username : Especially the new book with the MMC inspired by Danny Ricciardo

> username: need to rewatch her F1 romance streams on patreon.

username: Do you think this is after Two Girls One Formula podcast backlash?

> username: The girls brought her on to talk about books, specifically romances. I don't understand why the fans were attacking her for not talking much about the current grid and things like that and focusing on the fiction.

> username: Especially when she has said many times that she's easing into the fandom. How would you feel if people bullied you for starting with edits/ fanfics and books, like she's doing?

inkscentedglamour: Writing my script for the upcoming video and staring at what got me here

username: Throttled slander era, you will forever be famous

> username: The way she started off so hesitant to give it a bad review or DNF it. This was her first 1 star. People died.

> username: Asking people to still try it for themselves and to not just judge it based on her review. Cemented her as my favorite BookTuber, I fear.

username: The fact that she still followed through and read the entire series. And rearranged her entire Goodreads ratings after that? Iconic

> username: I miss her giving 5 stars. But the quote "if I can be cruel enough to give 1 star, then I don't think I should be generous to give 5 stars to any book, but one" will forever live on.

inkscentedglamour: New video, out now

username: MARK WEBBER????? OVER EMILY HENRY????

> username: over Christina Lauren?????? Ali Hazelwood? Katee Robert

username: you're telling me an Australian driver who retired like 10 years ago is her favorite author??? And was the driving force for her to get her to watch a GP?

username: she's the queen of Booktok, has talked about every book boyfriend, and now she's into cars that go fast?

aussiegrit: Talked about Porsche, F1, Mentoring Oscar, and my book, somehow. Why is Aussie Grit trending?

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> username: she got it to 5 stars on Goodreads and onto the trending page on Amazon.

username: Mark, wear the My fake boyfriend drives for F1 mech, and my life is yours

username: @inkscentedglamour, look who sorta knows you exist.

inkscentedglamour: Oh oh

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username: Mark Webber in the likes?????????

> username: I guess he found out why Aussie Grit was trending

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inkscentedglamour: I finished reading my book, so it only makes sense to hit the thrift, right? Reading vlog will be up when I'm back home (I was strictly told to relax)

username: the two glasses (which could mean nothing)

> username : this is the girl that relies on our discord pins to drink water, what is going on in the house of commons

username : Mark Webber, here again????????? Before me?????????????

> username: she sped through her book cause she has his new book on pre-order

> username: I just know she'll get it on Kindle too, no way is she waiting til it ships to her house

username: Mark's pr team was sleeping because wdym they didn't reach out to her

> username: And apparently, he's got a launch party coming up with "surprise BookTube influencer" attending

inkscentedglamour : Photographic proof that my favorite author knows I exist. Thank you, @aussiegrit, for the invite. And thanks for getting a decent picture before I cried at the blurb and dedication

aussiegrit: Figured you'd wanna skip the queue at Waterstones. Can't wait for your review of this one (also please re-read the new prologue before posting)

username: Mark has been secretly divorced for a year and was writing this whole book as a therapy exercise??????

> username: he couldn't tell anybody and felt like he was slowly fading into obscurity, which affected his mental health

> username: he was not thinking of releasing this until the OG Aussie Grit review

> username: Mark saying that the YouTube video changed his life, just as much as it did hers

inkscentedglamour: Night and day

Comments on this post have been disabled

14.02.2025,approximately 3 months after the book launch

inkscentedglamour: Valentine's Day, Book Buying Day, and Merch Drop Day. Shop the My Real Boyfriend Drove for F1 tee. And yes, he signed off on this specific hard launch

inkscentedglamour: time to be sappy real quick after the merch plug. Mark has been inspiring me, guiding me and showering me with praise ever since his second book launch. I'm so happy he's in my life and I intend to keep him there for as long as I can. He beats all the bookish boyfriend one can have (yes, even Zafir)

aussiegrit: I'm so glad to have you in my life. You see me and be with me, sharp tongue,flaws and all. I wanna build you bookshelves and watch you put my books on them last. Now stop being a YouTuber for a second and get back to being my girlfriend.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smau #f1 social media au #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mark webber smau

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love-belle · 1 year ago

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every dead end street led you straight to me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which no one knows how they're both each other's daylight.

for when you find the one you were meant to find all along. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // f1 drivers x platonic!driver!fem!reader // milo manheim x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i am SO sorry for leaving u all but i had my finals going on and now i am DONE with school i just have my college entrance exams left and then im free free FREEEEEE !!!! i love u all sm thank you <333 i hope u like this !!

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starset21 · 24 days ago

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Tagged and Dragged

Pairing: Isack Hadjar x reader

Vibe: Meme chaos → playful banter → lowkey flirting

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may found is on tumblr or A03 under the same name. This is all fake. It does not reflect real people, real events or their actual actions or relationships. May contain google translated languages.

You didn’t mean to tag Isack Hadjar in the meme.

You were just scrolling, sleep-deprived and dangerously confident, deep into a late-night motorsport meme spiral. It was supposed to be a throwaway post for your mutuals to laugh at:

“Bro’s hair looks like he argued with a leaf blower and lost 💀💀💀” (Attached: a wild screencap of Isack post-helmet, mid-interview, curls in disarray.)

It was meant to be private. Funny. Anonymous. What it was not meant to be was tagged directly to @ isackhadjar.

But it was. And the internet, cruel and fast, noticed.

Your heart sinks. Your eyes widen. You click the tweet in panic—yep, that blue tag is real. Verified. Active. Alive.

And worse?

He saw it.

Because within three minutes, you get a DM notification:

@ isackhadjar:

Brutal. At least follow me if you’re gonna roast me. 👀

You do what any reasonable person would do. You scream into your pillow.

Then you type back:

@ Y/Nofftrack:

OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FAN ACCOUNT I’M SO SORRY

Unless… you are a fan of leaf blowers In which case the post was… support?? innovation?? themed content??? okay I’ll delete myself now

He replies faster than expected:

@ isackhadjar:

Nah don’t. That was kinda funny. I respect the commitment. Helmet hair is undefeated. Happens to the best of us. Especially me. But I will be starting a personal war with leaf blowers now. Just FYI.

You blink at your phone. Is he... actually cool about this?

@ Y/Nofftrack:

Honestly? Your curls bounced back by the next frame. Resilience like that deserves a sponsor Dyson better start calling

@ isackhadjar:

Dyson collab where I just stand in front of a wind tunnel with sad music playing Caption: “He trusted the airflow.” 😔

You laugh. This is ridiculous. And somehow... adorable.

@ Y/Nofftrack:

I could make a redemption meme But I feel like I deserve compensation Like a paddock pass. Or pad thai. Or both. You know. For emotional damages.

His reply comes in three parts:

@ isackhadjar:

Deal. Paddock pass, pad thai, and a dramatic hair flip next time I podium. But only if you retire the leaf blower slander And start tagging me in hot pics instead My PR team is starving

You pause. Blink again. That’s flirting. Right?

@ Y/Nofftrack:

“Hot pics” You’re acting like I didn’t just post a cursed screenshot of you mid-blink Be serious I don’t even have Photoshop. I have Canva and chaos…but if you’re volunteering your angles Say less.

@ isackhadjar:

Canva and chaos is honestly my brand We’d be unstoppable

Then:

Also— Are you the type to soft launch me before we’ve even met? Because you give off “cryptic Instagram caption” energy

You’re smiling. Like, actually smiling. It’s 1:37 a.m. and you’re blushing over DMs from a guy who drives 300 km/h for a living and just admitted his hair has its own agenda.

@ Y/Nofftrack:

Look. If you keep sending messages like this, I am going to call you “someone’s son” and post blurry photos with no context. This is your warning.

@ isackhadjar:

Do it. Soft launch me. Just use a good filter Or the worst one Make the curls look like they achieved sentience

The DMs don’t stop.

What begins as memes turns into reactions to each other’s stories. Inside jokes. Middle-of-the-night messages. He teases your sense of humor. You roast his outfits. He sends you a photo of his post-race hair captioned “Today they won.”

And when you casually post a story from the grandstands at Spa, not even tagging him, he messages you in all caps:

@isackhadjar:

YOU’RE HERE?? I DIDN’T EVEN GET MY REDEMPTION MEME HUG THIS IS A SCANDAL I need at least one hug For morale. For the curls. For justice Maybe two

You grin down at your phone like it’s harboring a secret. Your fingers hover over the keyboard before you type:

@ Y/Nofftrack:

One hug Two if your hair behaves Three if you make podium

You can’t believe you’re doing this. Not the going-to-the-race part—you’ve done that before. But this? Walking through the paddock with a digital pass in your email, a Red Bull guest lanyard around your neck, and the knowledge that Isack Hadjar is waiting to meet you? Yeah. That’s new. Your stomach’s a little too aware of it.

He’d messaged you the night before:

If I don’t see you tomorrow, I’ll assume you ran away from your own meme legacy. Or got lost in merch. I respect both tbh.

Now, you're here. And you're nervous. You scroll your messages, cheeks warm. He sent one 10 minutes ago:

I’m done with media. You around?

You reply:

Yep. Hanging near the sim tent. Not hiding. Definitely not hiding. (okay maybe like 40% hiding)

Your phone buzzes almost instantly.

On my way. Don’t move. Or flinch. I’m hugging you. This has been pending for weeks.

You barely have time to process it before you hear your name.

"Hey!"

You turn—and there he is.

Isack, in his Red Bull team tee and race suit halfway down his waist, arms loose at his sides, curls doing their usual defiant thing. He’s smiling, and it’s so warm, so casual, like this is normal. Like you’re not about to explode from sheer nervous tension.

“Hi,” you say, which is… fine. Not your best work.

He laughs. “Hi? After all that? You meme-bullied me for weeks and you showed up with hi?”

You open your mouth to reply—something witty, something cool—but instead you say, “You look taller in person.”

His smile turns into a smirk. “That’s what the boots are for.”

He steps forward, hesitating for a beat before opening his arms. “C’mon. I’m collecting my race-weekend hug. Don’t make me fight you.”

Your heart leaps. But you step into it.

The hug is fast at first—quick, friendly—but then he doesn’t let go. Not right away. His arms tighten just slightly. It’s warm. And kind of perfect. You try not to overthink it, but you can feel your heart going wild. When you pull back, you’re smiling like an idiot.

“So,” you say, “Was the hug everything you dreamed?”

Isack grins. “I don’t want to be dramatic but… it might’ve powered the car this weekend.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

He shrugs. “You knew what this was.”

There’s a pause.

He looks at you for a second longer than necessary, then lifts a hand toward your face. “Wait—can I?”

You freeze. “Can you…?”

He leans in, gently ruffling your hair like he’s mimicking your cursed meme. “Balance has been restored,” he says, voice soft. “Now we’re even.”

You laugh, a little breathless. “So dramatic.”

He drops his hand but doesn’t step away. His fingers linger at your arm for a beat, just brushing.

Then he says, more seriously, “I’m really glad you came.”

You meet his gaze. “Yeah. Me too.”

And just as you think the moment’s about to end—he dips forward quickly, presses a soft kiss to your cheek, and pulls back like it’s no big deal.

Like it didn’t just short-circuit your brain.

He smirks, already stepping away. “That was for good luck,” he says. “And maybe because I wanted to.”

Before you can answer, he glances over his shoulder with a wink. “Stay close. I might need another hug after quali.”

You stand there, flustered and grinning like a complete fool.

And yeah… you’re absolutely soft launching him now.

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jsprnt · 11 months ago

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your vacation with your best friend doesn’t go as expected

jude bellingham x childhood best friend! reader

A/N: tuesday became thursday, but it’s up now!! based on this request!

W/C: 2.534

"wait for me! why are you walking so fast?!"

you shout, hurrying up and fastening your pace to match your best friend's younger brother's, jobe.

the white sandals on your matching white-polished feet, click-clack against the ground in repeated noises.

to some it would sound absolutely horrendous, it attracted attention from your surroundings. the sudden attention would make some squirmy, making them walk slower or even freeze in their spot.

to you, it was the sound of heaven. clicking flip-flops or sandals against the ground meant: warm weather and, of course, being on vacation.

"not my fault you're so much shorter.." the younger boy complains, black sunglasses framing his face- accompanied by his attitude, it made him look even more sassy.

"do jude and you, like- practice the same sentences or retorts?" you question, panting when you’re finally walking side by side.

"mhm, we have a whole book.." he hums sarcastically, and you swear you can see him roll his eyes through the black shades.

"of course, expected from the brothers who brainstorm instagram captions together.." you giggle at the memory, recalling the wrinkles and frowns on their face from overthinking so much. only for the final caption to be a single word or emoji..

"you don't understand.." jobe mumbles, throwing you a glance.

"it has to be absolutely perfect, it gives .."

"aura."

"aura.." you say the same word in unison, giving him a grin.

"yes, that book probably exists.."

"whatever, just come in..."

"I'm right behind you.." you speak, playing with the plastic bag in your hand as you both stand in the elevator. going up to your hotel room floor.

the white, tacky printed plastic bag was evidence of your quick aloe vera run to the local spanish pharmacy.

you knew, no matter the melanin in a persons skin. sun protection and after sun care were essential for everyone's health and wellbeing.

of course, jobe was nice enough to accompany you. in case you'd get scammed into paying twice the normal amount as a foreigner- who definitely didn't speak a lick of spanish.

well, jobe wasn't a pro either. though, his google translate expertise is always very welcome.

"okay, be ready in 45.."

"only? who said that?" you question, mentally calculating how you'll shower, do your makeup, and fix your hair in that time frame.

"jude just texted me.."

"isn't he the one who takes like an hour to do anything?" you scoff, pulling your room key out of your handbag.

"I don't know, y/n. would you be so kind to hurry up.." jobe gives you a fake smile, pushing you into your room.

"I'm gonna kill him if he's any later than me!" you exclaim, shutting your door.

you take a quick breath, quickly moving around your hotel room. you had your outfit and shoes picked out already, so you could speed through your routine without worrying about that.

you use every single minute properly, swinging your door open right at the 45-minute mark.

you adjust your dress, looking out your door to see both jude and jobe, leaning against the wall. jobe face deep into his phone.

"so.." you say, eyeing them carefully. though, your eyes stay glued on your best friend, jude.

the beige, linen shirt, complementing his, vacation bronzed skin tone perfectly. with his sleeves rolled up, you can feel your face heat up more than the current marbella weather.

just like, when you'd received a fat kiss on the cheek from a nine-year-old jude, back in year four, when you'd finally passed your time tables after trying so hard.

"you guys look nice, stylist?" you inquire, looking them up and down.

"all us.." jude chimes, proud smile on his face. eyes crinkling as the corners of his mouth curl up.

"mhm, improved.." you mumble, stepping out of your room and shutting your door. quickly tucking your room card in your clutch.

"okay, but you've improved so much. remember you almost died for those led, light-up sneakers? and now you're wearing high heels to go out.."

jobe pretends to shed a few fake tears, making you roll your eyes.

"come on, if we start talking about a fashion terrorist. you're number one on the list, before you even had a stylist or all this.."

"can't lie about that, man.." jobe laughs, already following you to the elevator. you don't notice the lingering eyes on you, jude's eyes stuck on your back.

eventually, after quite a cute taxi ride, with the driver coincidentally being a madridista, you arrive at the beach club. sun beaming down on your moisturized skin.

you quickly become busy with everyone around you, tipping back drink after drink.

you'd never been much of a social person, at least not before jude started dragging you to different parties or vacations.

I mean, it was difficult for you two to be apart from each other for so long. despite the fact that you lived so far from each other lately.

when you'd met back in primary school, at age six. your parents knew you would be joined by the hip for the rest of your lives.

playing in the sandbox, and building sand castles went to taking up football together. only for you to fall out after picking up a different hobby. while jude grew a sudden affection for the sport, making it his life goal to succeed in the football industry, just like his idols.

his focus and passion for the sport definitely stretched you both apart for a while. only for you guys to grow a stronger bond when he told you about his move to germany, to sign with bvb.

you became a busy university student, trying for the life of you to understand the effects of a torn acl for your next anatomy exam.

an aspiring orthopedic surgeon and a successful football player, made an interesting duo of friends.

you swirl the cosmopolitan in your hand, watching the pink liquid move in the clear glass with sudden interest.

you slowly pull yourself from your half-drunk trance, looking to your left, when you hear your best friend's name being shouted by an unfamiliar, shrill voice.

you watch as a blonde, fully made up lady touches jude on his shoulder. the light, but intimate touch makes you squint. a sudden ache starting to settle in your chest when you watch her perfectly manicured nails scratch against the fabric of his shirt, sleeves tight around his veiny biceps.

you clench your eyes closed, a sigh leaving your mouth before you move your head away from the sudden, torturous sight.

when you look down, you immediately notice your plain, stress-bitten nails. the sight is unsettling, though familiar- with all your exams, and your parttime job, piling stress on your body.

you run your fingers down your thumb nail, wishing you could fully enjoy your early twenties like the girl who just jumped into the pool, wearing the prettiest mini dress, without a care in the world. Or, like the other girl, who's mingling around, sniffling out a potential kiss or cuddle for the night.

you flicker your gaze back to jude, his hand going over to stabilize the blonde bombshell in front of him. keeping her up with a hand on his back, and a handsome smile on his face.

you bite your lip unconsciously, drawing blood when the girl smiles back. the blood mixes with your glittery gloss, making you swipe your tongue down your bottom lip.

jealousy, or whatever this was- it made you sick, nauseous. you tip your drink, the rest of the liquid entering your veins with fire.

love wasn't a first come, first serve..

you get up from your little seat, being back at the bar in no time to get yourself another one to soothe the burn and ache in your chest.

"y/n?" you look to your left, making eye contact with a relaxed-looking jobe. a can nursed in his right hand.

"you shouldn't drink, you're a baby.." you mutter, drunkenly ordering yourself a water.

alcohol cleaned up wounds right?

yes.

but, not emotional ones..

seeing jobe, so calm and collected, brings you back from your mental breakdown.

you knew, even with your common sense hanging by a single thread. your current predicament would never, ever switch up suddenly- just because you're actively damaging your liver.

"I'm above eighteen, 'member?" jobe speaks, eyes on the way you're sipping on your room temperature water.

"still a baby.." you mutter, giving him a look from above the rim of your glass.

he shivers, even with the weather reaching record temperatures, your scolding look scares him a little.

"mood swings? you were so jumpy and happy in the car.."

you groan, discreetly moving your head so jobe can see the sight you are being tortured with.

"he's literally just talking.."

"he's touching her everywhere.." you groan, looking up at jobe.

the younger boy knew about the way you secretly admired his older brother. it was difficult to hide after he'd stumbled upon a random note in your notebook when you were seventeen, containing pros and cons about dating jude, written by you.

you were so gone, the cons list was emptier than a pigeon's nest.

"he's not touching anyone, like at all. actually he's walking towards us.."

you gasp, eyes going wide as ever as you raise your head. afraid to look behind you in case he's right there.

"if you're lying, I-"

"what's all this? talking shit without me?"

you do a silent prayer, closing your eyes for a second before twisting your bar stool around.

you gasp when your chair wobbles, sudden, muscular arms wrapping themselves around your waist to keep you sitting down.

"you okay? drunk already, darlin'?"

you almost whimper at the nickname, clearing your throat when you jump out of your initial shock.

"mhm, had some water just now.."

torture, torture, and torture..

you clench your teeth uncontrollably, resting face looking something like you're about to explode..

"you don't look okay.." he mutters, bringing his hand up to cup your face, checking your temperature with his palm.

"I'm fine.."

You shove his hands off, looking away. you try to keep your emotions at bay, the strings of your patience on the verge of snapping violently.

"I need- to go to the restroom.." you finally squeak, getting up and brushing shoulders with an incredibly confused jude.

the interaction garners a couple looks, and jobe immediately nudges jude. realizing he could become the match maker of the century..

"follow her, come on.." he urges, pushing his older brother away.

"I mean, did I say something wrong? Or did I do something bad?"

"go.."

the single worded response by jobe, has him following you. hot on your heels.

you gasp when you feel a sharp tug on your arm, getting pulled into a small room, right next to the staff room.

you blink, opening your mouth to scream bloody murder, but stop when you hear jude's voice.

"it's me, you're okay.."

he mutters quietly, and you can hear him rummaging around. finally, his hand makes contact with the light switch. the very dim light, making it possible to see him.

"what was that back there?" he questions, and just like the other occasions you've witnessed him being confused or angry, his accent thickens.

brown eyes stare into yours, and you shiver before looking away.

"said I'm fine, jude.."

"you cannot fool me, y/n. we've shared too many years together for me to not notice when you're not acting right." his hand reaches for yours, and you let him. like a love sick fool, you allow him to cross boundaries and enter your portal of comfort.

"you must like her, go ahead and date her.." you finally speak after a long silence, making jude's hold on your hand tighten.

"who?" he breathes, knotting his brows together with a frown. his heart begins thumping harder in his chest.

"the woman you were talking with..

you can feel immense embarrassment brewing in your chest. your breath shaky as you look back into his beautiful brown eyes.

"the woman I was - how does that indicate I like her? I can't talk with a woman, just because?"

you close your eyes in humiliation, biting your lip.

"is that not what it was?"

"chatting with a random person does not mean I fancy them.."

you clear your throat, no turning back now.

"oh, how else do you start showing you fancy someone? standing there like a robot?"

"you're unbelievably stupid.."

"I'm stupid?!" you question, voice high as your eyes widen in surprise.

your breath hitches when you feel a hand on your cheek, again jude's hand is warm. soft but his hold is rough around the edges. making sure you're looking directly into his eyes.

"you're so stupid, in the fifteen years of us knowing each other. have you, ever thought of why I've never brought a single girl home? introduced a girl as my girlfriend to you? to my parents even?"

your jaw closes, not a single peep leaving your lips.

you can feel his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheek, it gives you goosebumps instantly. your eyes not leaving his for a millisecond.

"now you won't even speak.."

he sighs, moistening his plump lips with the tip of his tongue.

the sight lures you in fully, the look of longing in your eyes, mixed with an unknown feeling of euphoria.

jude notices the eyes, those eyes made him melt every time he saw you. since the age of fourteen, you'd been the sole person who'd occupy the romantic emotions in his very heart and soul..

it's his cue, he thinks. this is it.

you're incredibly jealous, or sad he thinks. the way you're looking at him, all allured and eager.

without even realizing it, your lips inch closer. soft, warm breaths hitting each other's, makes you almost whimper. his hold on your jaw tightens, and he presses his plump lips against yours in a fervent kiss.

your hand reaches up to his bicep, the muscles on display the entire evening- tensing up under your needy touch.

he groans into the kiss, both eyes fluttering shut in relief.

a hand travels down to your waist, pads of his fingers making contact with the exposed skin on your midriff. softly running his hands down your burning skin.

he pulls back for air, your foreheads touching intimately as you both pant. lingering smile on your face when you look up at him.

"I love you and your pretty mouth, but next time don't jump to conclusions with this smart brain of yours.."

you chuckle. initial shock gone, earlier anger and frustration washed away by the single touch of his lips onto yours.

"I know, I'm sorry. I- I love you too.."

the words feel foreign falling from your lips, especially with knowing who's on the receiving end of your receptieve answer.

"why don't you just help me get used to your taste?”

he tilts your head, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

after years of crushing, right now, within a heartbeat, he's yours.

#jude bellingham #football imagines #football fanfic #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham imagine #jude fanfic #jude x reader #jude #jude bellingham x reader #bellingham x reader #bellingham #football blurb #footballer x reader #football imagine #football #real madrid #real madrid fc

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threeacttragedy · 8 months ago

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Entry 3 – The One About That Guy, That Girl, and the Dragon

I’m just going to jump right on my magical pixie pony for this one – because why the fuck not? But, I promise this speculation has a foundation of fact. So, there’s that.

On Sunday, November 10, 2024 – seemingly out of nowhere – Zoe McConnell posted to her IG stories a picture of Nicola from a photoshoot from November 2022. Yes, you read that right – 2022. Zoe reposted this to her stories exactly two years from the day she first posted it to her grid.

Why?

Uh, happy anniversary to the picture? [feel free to scratch your head in confusion because I sure as shit did – but only for a second]

Who cares about a photoshoot from 2022?

And, don’t even get me started on the weird ass suggestion this was a push for Nicola to win – what bullshit award show is up next? – People’s Choice Awards. Actually, do get me started on that because that theory just makes my eyes roll. The only connection I see here is that the dress Nicola is wearing was from her 2022 Glamour Awards appearance. What exactly does that have to do with People’s Choice? Nothing.

Now, forget all about that shit and keep reading.

What IS interesting about this post from Zoe is that, if you’re a certain creator or anyone who has ever read this certain creator’s timeline, you’d know that this picture is referenced in said timeline (P.S. My disclaimer today is that I am not a fan of said creator but that doesn’t negate the information she has distributed to the masses).

Here’s what happened two years ago:

On November 9, 2022, Nicola posted one of Zoe’s images to her own grid, thanking Glamour for her award. Luke liked this post.

On that same day, Nicola posted a second set of pictures from that same photoshoot. Luke did not like that post.

The following day, November 10, 2022, Zoe posted one of those additional pictures to her own grid. Luke liked that post from Zoe’s grid. But, he did not go back and like Nicola’s second grid post from the day before. Why? Why go to Zoe's grid instead of Nicola's to like the pictures? I could speculate on this for the next eight minutes but I’ll let you come to your own conclusion.

So, this past Sunday, Zoe posts to her stories a link to that November 10, 2022 grid post that Luke liked. Nicola reposted Zoe’s story to her own IG stories. If you’re a Nicola fan, I can probably guess what you're going to do next. You’re going to click on Nicola’s story – which takes you to Zoe’s page – and when you click on Zoe’s stories – it takes you to the original November 10, 2022 post, which Luke liked at that time.

Odd, that.

And, by “odd,” I mean odd in the fact that no one cares about a two-year-old picture. I mean, really, who fucking cares? Except Lukolas who see Luke’s like on the original post.

Let’s keep moving.

On November 11, 2024, Zoe was right back at it. She posted to her IG stories another picture of Nicola from the same photoshoot. This time it was the one Zoe originally posted back on November 11, 2022. Yay, another anniversary. Zoe put a cutesy little caption that read: “Princess Peach.” Nicola did not reshare this story. I mean, at this point, we’re all watching Zoe, right? No need to reshare because our Lukola interest has been peaked, in my opinion.

Then, a few hours after Zoe’s post, Rachell Smith, also a photographer, posted an old picture of Luke to her grid. This picture isn’t as old as Zoe’s but it does go back to May 2024. Rachell follows it up with an IG story of the same image with the song, “Lifting You” by Jungle. Take a moment and go look up the lyrics and meaning of that song. Fine, fine, fine. I’ll just tell you. The song is about being deeply committed and doing whatever is needed to make a relationship work (this, per Mr. Google). Rachell’s caption? “[O]ur knight and shining [Luke].”

Well, fuckety fuck fuck fuck.

We have a princess and we have a knight.

Interesting.

I mean, we grew up with this idea that the knight in shining armor saved the princess, right?

To be honest, yesterday, I had no clue what that was all about (and I really didn't care -- the seas have been rough for the USS Lukola lately) so I went about my day like normal.

But, this morning, the wheels and cogs in my head started working together.

I wondered how that ever came about – the idea that a knight saved a princess.

So, I asked Mr. Google: “Where did the story about a knight rescuing a princess originate?”

Okay, yeah, I see Perseus and Andromeda…and in Western culture….Saint George and the Dragon…

Wait --

What?

Saint George and the Dragon?

Nope. Not possible.

But, I was certain it was.

I scurried over to Tiktok to find the post I’d seen a few months earlier about the medallion Luke wore for a long time – the one Nicola allegedly gave him. The TT creator believed that the necklace depicted none other than Saint George and the Dragon! Now, I must add that this has never been confirmed but the TT creator did make a fairly convincing argument for it. This is also the necklace Luke was allegedly wearing in the “Polin” picture that was released simultaneously by Nicola and Luke on October 21, 2024 (based on the chain of the necklace he was wearing).

Delulu?

Yeah, maybe.

But, we also can’t make this shit up.

Edit (11/14/2024): Today, Luke's People Magazine photoshoot came out. Guess who his photographer was? Zoe McConnell.

Again, we can't make this shit up.

#lukola #nicola coughlan #luke newton #speculation only #my opinion #my thoughts #we can't make this shit up

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voie-lacte3 · 5 days ago

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Fuck Ass School

—in which influencer! reader is stressed over school.

| fluff. maybe slight angst if you squint?? but not rly

| taglist

you’re sitting cross-legged in your room, laptop open in front of you, three google docs open, ten tabs, and zero motivation. your eyes skim the same paragraph for the fifth time, none of it sticking.

your phone buzzes. you ignore it.

it buzzes again. you ignore it, again.

you’ve got a pre-cal and physics test tomorrow, a history project due by midnight, and an essay for english due tomorrow at 8am.

you sigh. different girls from school posted subtle tiktoks today, they didnt name drop, but gave enough information so people in the comments could tag you.

“influencer girl from my school thinks she’s better than the rest of us,” one says

"this girl from my school has 2 million followers and she's changed since she got that actor boyfriend of hers,” another says

many more post videos about the way you dress, how you act, etc. they find things about you to hate on, even the classes you take.

you shut your laptop a little too hard. telling yourself you’re fine.

then again, a little louder. “i’m fine.” like saying it enough times might make it true.

you don’t cry. crying would be too easy. instead, you take a deep breath and open tiktok, filming a video of you lip syncing to "euphoria" by Kendrick Lamar.

"its always been about love and hate, now lemme say im the biggest hater. i hate the way that you walk, i hate the way that you talk, i hate the way that you dress" you say, ending the video with the chocking emote.

you're quick to edit it, putting a text over it: "pov: the girls at my school be like." you caption it something snarky, "love knowing im what the groupchat's talking abt 😜"

you throw your phone on your bed sighing heavily.

then it buzzes, again.

you quickly get up, groaning. "who the fuck–", this time, it’s a facetime from mason.

you stare at it, contemplating answering it.

but you do.

because it’s him.

his face fills the screen. soft smile, hoodie on, messy hair, face calm.

“hey.”

you try to smile back. it doesn’t work.

“hi.”

he tilts his head, glancing at you, “you okay?”

“mhm, just tired.”

he hums. like he doesn’t believe you.

he doesn’t say anything else. just watches you for a second longer than you expect. "are you in a....in a car?" you finally ask, "huh? oh...yeah" he smiles again, "late night drive, y'know how much i love those"

“so, what’s your favorite drink right now? or snack? or anything"

you blink. “what?”, "clearly something's up, so i wanna distract you"

you instantly smile, "okay! favorite drink, hmmmmm.... i'd say the pink monster, think its pipeline punch or something, OH wait an iced caramel macchiato from starbbies is also up there"

you continue to ramble about your favorite things, making the boy smile. "hey, my mom's calling" he abruptly announces, "call you in a bit"

he doesnt.

you figure he probably got in trouble for being out so late. so you go back to your laptop, opening a google doc to try and finish your essay.

30 minutes later your door creeks open. "what the fuck??" you mumble, getting up slowly, shoe in hand. you throw if effortlessly, a small ow being released

"m-mason??", he walks into your room, target bag in one hand, starbucks drink in the other. "what the fuck??" "hey baby," he says, like its nothing, like he didnt just spawn out of butt-fucking nowhere

"what are you.... what are you doing here?? how did you get here? what the fuck?!"

mason laughs at your state, watching you pace around your room. "when i facetimed you, i was already in your town, landed like 2 hours ago, came to surprise you"

you stop pacing, walking towards him and giving him a tight hug. "missed you," you mumble against his chest. "missed you too,"

he places a kiss on top of your heart, "so, how come you didn't mention you're on the brink of falling apart?"

"i am no–" a sniffle cuts you off. your sniffle.

he walks the 2 of you towards your bed, sitting criss-cross as he takes out a ton of your favorite snacks from the target bag. "what's going on, n/n?" he asks, handing you the drink

thats all it takes, the softness in his voice, for you to break down.

"everything" you cry out, taking a sip of the macchiato. “school’s actually killing me,” you admit, curling up to his side.

“i’m behind in almost every class– even fuck ass P.E?!? i’m stressed from all the assignments i have due, everyone’s talking about me like i’m this… this fake person, like i think i’m better than them, like i haven't had millions of followers since the beginning of the year?? and i hate, hate, hate, that i care. i hate that it gets to me.”

your breath shakes as you shove hot cheetos in your mouth, "i know im not what they say i am, yes im chaotic, but thats just me. they hate how i dress, but if i change it up its 'oh, she's changed because of her boyfriend'. its like everything i do makes people mad, i can never be the good guy, and it sucks"

you take a deep breath, looking up at him. "you know its okay for you to care..right? you don't have to put up an act, especially not with me. you can be the funny chaotic girl the internet knows you as while also be struggling"

he pulls you on top of him, arms wrapping around your hoodie covered mess of a body. your face sits in his neck, his hand in your hair.

"take a break tonight, worry about school work tomorrow. you've turned in hundreds of assignments in late, and you're still rocking a 3.7 something gpa"

.....the next day

it’s the next day. you still feel a little raw, but there’s sunlight coming through the blinds. your makeup bag is calling your name, and mason is curled up next to you, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t literally save your soul last night.

you tap the record button after washing your face and brushing your teeth, capturing mason laying on your bed peacefully.

“okay so," you clap your hands together. "i had an actual breakdown yesterday,” you start, aggressively applying moisturizer, “and my boyfriend spawned out of nowhere, like a minecraft enderman, with snacks and drinks, like who gave him the right.”

from behind the camera, you hear him, “you’re welcome.” you look at your camera and roll your eyes, throwing a beauty blender at him. you miss. he doesn't look up, "i knew you were gonna miss"

you roll your eyes again but keep smiling, “anyway, today i’m pretending to be fine because mental illness isn’t hot unless you have winged liner and curled hair, right?"

silence. "ahem, right??"

"oh yeah, right right" mason says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“so yeah,” you say, blending your concealer, “school is actually world war 3 right now. i have an actual pile of assignments that have been due for God knows how long, and my mental health is a joke, but hey! at least i can skip school today and be with my hot boyfriend, so we’re thriving.”

you continue to talk to the camera, rambling about everything and nothing. mason eventually gets up, going towards you and leaning down, puckering his lips.

you roll your eyes for the nth time, still smiling, still tilting up and pecking his lips. he leaves your room with a smile, "men, am i right? ANYWAYS!"

"anyone know what the renaissance era was? i have to do a project on it— it was due like 2 hours ago, but its chill. we'll get it done," you start blending your blush in. "i know skipping school today was probably a dumb idea, i had 2 tests and a bunch of other crap due, but its important to get myself together. at least that's what mason says"

you laugh, but there's a little edge to it now. “people at school are being really weird right now. they're talking about me left and right, like im some fake version of myself now that im with mason. but hey, its cool cause im just here, watching my own tiktoks like that'll save my gpa"

you pause, look at the camera, and do the most aggressively arched eyebrow in recorded history.

“maybe i am fake. maybe this is my AI arc. maybe i’m not even real and this is all a simulation.”

“okay truman show,” mason mutters from your door, "what the fuck?!?" you throw a mascara tube at him.

he catches it.

"so you're just gonna stand there and watch me spiral?" "hmmmm," he pretends to think. "nah, imma stand here, watch you spiral, and then remind you you're the ultimate baddie, that you're still my diva with or without liner"

you stare at him through the camera, eyes softening. "you practiced that in the mirror, didnt you?"

"nope,"

"yeahhhhh, you definitely did,"

"okay maybe a little,"

you giggle, "m'kay lover boy, hand me that mascara i threw at you, please." he walks over to you, hands you the tube, and kisses the top of your head so casually you almost drop the dang thing.

“you’re like if caffeine had feelings.” he finally says after you're done lining your lips. you wheeze. "THAT’S the metaphor? seriously?"

"you're describing you emotionally unstable, funny, drop dead gorgeous girlfriend as caffeine with feelings??"

he grins. “yup. unpredictable. but necessary.”

you lean your head back onto him, lip gloss in one hand. “sighhhh, i guess i'll keep living.”

“good,” he says. “cause i’m not done loving you yet.”

“shut UP.”

“no, say thank you.”

“i hate you,"

"no you dont"

"yeah, i dont. thank you, king.”

“you’re welcome, sweet girl. oh by the way, mom made this huge breakfast, im talking disney show level big.”

"yall heard that?!?" you exclaim, looking at you camera. "time for me to go be a fat ass.

"thanks for watching todays get ready with me, hope you have a wonderful day, bye loves" you wave bye to the camera, hitting mason's shoulder until he waves as well

a/n: i feel like this sucks. pls request 🙏🏼

| check out the rest of this series!

tags: @bluebvrriee @v4mpire-bit3s @neroloops @m-e-m06 @icollectrubberduckies @tuttifrutt1

#mason thames x reader #mason thames #how to train your dragon #the black phone #actor x reader #actor #influencer

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hehehereliesmysanity · 2 months ago

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Impossible

"Who is your impossible crush?" The text reads as Simon opens up his Instagram. It is one of those new trends again where people add their thing and it goes viral with everybody sharing the same thing again and again. He thinks this through and he has got nothing to lose. He left Hillerska two years ago, beginning his first year at uni in Stockholm now. He met him when he was a first year and Simon had to change schools for his next year but he still thinks about him. He googles his name and finds a couple of pictures to add to his post.

"Mine was Prince Wilhelm." He captions the photo with #whoisyourimpossiblecrush. Ayub and Rosh are going to make fun of him really bad, asking if this thing is still going on. They will be so disappointed because they told him to have some fun in uni despite their preservation about him being gone very far away from them.

Simon can't say he has been hung up on Prince Wilhelm for years because they barely spent time together. They didn't talk much either, except some mandatory school projects and group works. He just imagines what it would be like if he stayed.

It is just a celebrity crush at this point and this post is just for fun. Prince Wilhelm is not going to see it anyway.

Wilhelm: Are you fucking kidding me right now?

I hope you didn't change your number.

You are telling that now?

Oh my god, Simon

We have wasted so much time.

I wasn't out back then. Maybe it was meant to be this way.

I still stalk your Insta every goddamn day.

You go to the same uni as me? I can't believe fate has brought us together again.

Wait...

Do you still have a crush on me?

Did I make a fool of myself?

I don't care. I can make you fall for me again.

Helloooo

Are you there?

No, Simon was not there. As soon as he stopped freaking out and screaming internally, he took his phone back and replied Wille's messages. Now he needs to find something to wear for their first date.

#young royals #wilmon #young royals fic #yr drabbles #wilmon drabbles #my yr fics

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st4rymoon · 1 year ago

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can i request a smut!!!

so basically steven is a porn star and he’s roommates with the fem!reader and she didn’t know what his job was because he always was cooped up in his room but he always pays rent on time and when the reader was feeling needy she finds one his videos and he catches her and the once so shy steven disappeared

if not feel free to ignore 😭

This has me giggling and kicking my feet up…

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 • 𝘙𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

- 18+, prn star Steven!, sex toys, masterbation, unprotected sex, mean Steven, choking, degrading, p in v, slight fingering, arguing, horny Steven & reader, teasing, language, porn, reader gets caught watching Steven’s porn! Vids, bratty reader, pet names, pussy job!, belly bulge, big dick! Steven

You were delighted knowing you had such a pleasant roommate. After dozens of roommate horror stories told to you by your friends, you were more than happy to find that your roommate was always locked up in his room.

Steven, a British, brown haired gentleman was one of the first people to call for the open room. He was timid to say the least, quiet, and polite.

Even though your interactions were limited, they were always enjoyable. Both of you willingly making dinner for each other every now and then. He loved to talk about Egyptian history, he seemed to be your own personal google when it came to it.

You never questioned the fair amount of packages this man managed to get. Never questioning it due to the fact that he was a nerd, probably some books or figures of Egyptian gods

“Steven another one of your packages arrived” you yelled out as you shut the door behind you, the packages seemed to be never-ending for him.

“Ah- thank you!” He blurted out as he came running out and pulled it out of your hands “so many packages huh!” You joked. He chuckled softly with a smile and went back into his room.

You always wondered what he got up to in his room. Always buried in his room, random music playing at night and muffled noises coming from his bedroom.

Anyone in their right mind would guess he had someone over by the way he’d always keep his door closed but you’d never seen anyone come in or out other than Steven.

“Want anything love? I’m heading out for some food” Steven asked as he walked past the couch. He gave you a flirty wink as he tucked his wallet into his pocket.

“I- I I’m fine thank you” you muttered taken by surprise by the added love in his sentence. “No worries, I’ll be back in a few” he nodded as he shut the door behind him.

You sat in your thoughts for a few moments. Love?

You could tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while by the way that little show of affection had you heated. You’d always thought Steven was attractive but it was always platonic.

You had no clue that Steven would fuck himself in front of his camera as he thought about his hand being yours. You wouldn’t suspect the amount of flesh lights and silicon pussy’s he had locked up in his room.

You rushed into your room, he usually took a few hours whenever he’d go out for some food so you didn’t hesitate to pull out your laptop and look for something to entertain you with.

Looking for porn was difficult to say the least, everything was so boring now and days. You’d go on Twitter in hopes of finding something more your taste.

You clicked and swiped through dozens of pages, none of them catching your attention. You were about to give up until you noticed a familiar bedding, your eyes went wide as you watched.

There was no way.

You noticed your roommates bedding. It’s a coincidence. The person on screen moaned, cock in hand as he jerked himself off. You gasped as the camera shook a bit, allowing you to catch a glimpse of Steven’s distinguishable posters. His pretty face being cut half way off screen with only his mouth in view. You knew it was Steven, how couldn’t it be?

Sure you couldn’t see him completely but it was him. No doubt. The caption reading can’t help but close my eyes and fuck myself to the thought of you as he began to shake. His thick white ropes of cum painting his hand and stomach as he whined and panted out in a shaky tone.

Then you scrolled deeper and were met with the visual of his cock sliding in and out of a fake silicon pussy with a thick white ring of his pre cum forming at the base of his cock.

Just like that yea- oh fuck he cried out. You were completely dumbfounded. You could feel the slick pooling into your panties as you watched hypnotized.

He was fucking huge. The silicon stretched as it adjusted with each of his thrusts, the lewd sounds of the lube and skin slapping together was sinful.

You were laying on your tummy with your laptop in front of you as Steven came in with a handful of cake for you, your favorite midnight snack.

You didn’t notice the sound of the door as you watched in a trance, Steven freezing as he saw himself on your screen. He smiled to himself, finally you’ve found it.

He placed the plate on your drawer as he stood with his arms crossed “having fun?” He cooed. You slammed your laptop closed as you shuffled up onto your bed “I-someone sent me that I was ju-“

“Uh huh uh huh” he nodded “you aren’t a good liar love” he laughed. “So those were all the packages” you awkwardly joked as he smiled down at you “do you do that a lot?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Do you watch porn a lot” he asked nonchalantly “I- I mean just when I feel like it” you muttered with your face down.

“And what’s got you feeling like it”

You watched Steven closely and noticed he seemed much more confident compared to his usual self. He was leaning on your drawer with his arms wrapped on his chest with a cocky smile on his face.

“You gonna answer?”

“Gosh Steven I watch it when I’m horny! Is that what you wanted to hear! Yes girls watch porn” you semi screamed. “Such an attitude when im just asking a question” he cooed.

“It’s not an attitude. I get horny just the way you do, the only difference being I don’t find it satisfying to fuck a toy.“ you hissed.

“Ouch” he pouted “are you jealous of a toy now?” He smiled “I’m not one to go around and slut myself out, it’s alright if you do”

You looked at him in shock, no fucking way he just called you a slut?

“I’m a slut? I don’t go sleeping around either you piece of shit! And if I did it wouldn’t be any of your business. I don’t like dildos big fucking deal. Now I understand why you have to fuck a damn toy” you scoffed.

Steven had a cheeky smile on his face, it looked almost as if he was enjoying getting on your nerves. “Are you mad I’m not fucking you instead?” He grinned.

“I noticed the way your pretty little eyes lit up as you watched the video, not to mention the way you walk around the flat with flimsy panties on and a tee. I notice it just like you notice me in my sweats”

You squeezed your legs together as the look in his eyes made your stomach turn. You really hope he makes a move.

He walked over to the side of your bed and plotted down besides you “I can see it in your eyes, the way you want me to make a move” he hummed.

“Tell me you don’t me too. Tell me to get out” he cooed “I want it, don’t go please” you moaned. “I know you do” he smiled, a gasp escaped your lips as he pressed his lips onto your neck.

He sloppily kissed up your neck, hand moving behind your head for a better grip “Steven” you purred. He chuckled as you pushed him onto your pillows. You straddled his hips as he pulled his shirt off with no trouble.

“Ah ah let me do it for you” he cooed as he swatted your hands away from your shirt. Steven pulled your top off in a slow, sensual manner. His hands roaming your body as he took in all your beauty.

His hands snaked onto your hips, allowing him to flip you over so he could cage you in. He couldn’t resist running his hands down your tummy knowing he’d be able to see himself bulging through you.

He’d always pretend he was holding you like this while filming, he’d buck his hips into his fist pretending it was your tight cunt hugging around him.

You giggled as he spread your legs wide. He was getting you in the position he always wanted to take you, just the way he fucked his pathetic flesh light. “Such pretty panties love, such a shame they’ll be all messy by the time I’m done” he chuckled.

There was something hypnotizing about the sight in front of you. Steven pulling his sweats off as his stomach curled with his movements had you squirming under him.

“You’re just so desperate to be used aren’t you? Look at you” Steven purred as he moved your panties to the side. He held a tight fist around the thin cloth as he scooted towards you “look at the that”

Steven’s eyes were blown out at the sight of your tight cunt gushing slick. He couldn’t help but push two fingers deep inside you and pull them out for a taste.

“Steven please” you whined. “I know sweetheart, you just want me to make you feel good” he coyly replied. “I’ll make you my new personal toy yeah? Give my fans something real to look at” he hummed as he rubbed himself between your folds.

You mewled at the sensation of Steven fucking himself between your folds with a harsh grip on one thigh as his other held your panties to the side. “I don’t even need to lube you up doll, you’re all wet and ready”

Both of you let out a heavy sigh as Steven sunk into you. The stretch of you cunt making his vision go blurry as he noticed himself bulge through your tummy with half his length in you.

The man you once knew was no where to be found as you dumbly stared into Steven’s eyes. He had your legs spread wide, cock pounding you onto the sheets as he ruined your panties.

He payed no mind to your yelp as you heard the rip of the flimsy panties. He sighed as he finally got them out of the way “are you sure you don’t go sleeping around? You seem to be good at this” he cooed. “F- fuck you!” You whined as his hands wrapped around your waist with his thumbs right above your belly button.

He held onto you like you were too precious to lose and fucked you like he hated you, there was no going back for neither of you. “Sss- stevennn oh my fucking godddd” you cried as his hands snaked up around your neck.

He had you at an angled position, hips slightly off the bed as he used the extra grip as leverage. His hips rammed onto the back of your thighs as his moans grew louder with every thrust.

“You’ll be perfect as a porn star, the sounds you make will make everyone wish they were the ones getting them out of you” he hummed. Your orgasm tingled up your body as you cried out Steven’s name, cunt fluttering around him as you gasped.

“That’s it” he seethed, hips fucking into you harder as he grew closer to the edge “a- fuck lov- better than anything I could wish fo- ah!” Steven hissed as his hips came to a halt.

He was buried so deep you were clawing at his back, your hands pulling him in as you hugged onto him. Steven panted into the crook of your neck and held onto you for dear life. Steven’s sweet moans filled your ears as he spilled his loads in you.

Last night was definitely the last time he’d be posting himself fucking his stupid toys, he’s got something better than silicon now.

#smut #marvel smut #moonknight smut #moonknight x reader #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven smut #steven grant

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dameronspector · 3 months ago

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Brother from Another Mother

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres

Summary: Joaquín Torres, newly appointed Falcon and protégé to Captain America has been tasked with recruiting superheroes for the new Avengers team. He comes across a video of a man in spandex, swinging across New York City. Joaquin thinks that this might be the perfect person to recruit. Little does he know that the person he’s about to recruit is none other than Tony Stark’s protégé and friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Aka Peter Parker. Who has been an avenger for a while now.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, depression and suicidal thoughts, Mentions of the events of NWH and endgame, Mentions of Loneliness and Isolation, lots of cursing from Joaquin because I know that boy curses like a sailor, Joaquin is a yapper who’s just excited to be around a person of his age, Peter is a little depressed after whatever happened. A first time meet for my princes.

Author’s note: A very self-indulgent and fan service fic because I think Joaquin recruiting Peter for the new team makes perfect sense and they would be best friends, thank you very much.

Joaquin was tasked with a very important job: he had to recruit superheroes for the new avengers team that was going to be led by Sam. There were so many people to be recruited and Sam couldn’t do it alone, so they split the job to make it easier.

Currently Sam was out of town with Bucky. They were going to convince Yelena Belova to join the team. Joaquin insisted on joining them but Sam told him that they needed him to expand the search on his side, especially with his vast tech knowledge.

So here Joaquin was, sitting in front of his computer screen and doomscrolling through twitter because he needed a break. As he was scrolling, he came across a video with over 1 million likes and retweets.

The video was captioned: “Spider-Man saves the day again! WATCH:” . Intrigued, Joaquin clicked on the 30 second video and watched a red and blue blur, swinging across manhattan and saving a group of people from a massive apartment fire. He watched, transfixed, at this Spider-Man easily scoop up two kids and swing them back to safety on the ground.

Joaquin fell down the Spider-Man loophole then. He was surprised he’s not heard of this man before. He googled Spider-Man and found endless articles and videos about him. The articles that caught his eyes the most were the ones before The Blip because oh my god, is that Spider-Man with Tony Stark?!

“No fucking way, how did I not know this guy before? Sam must’ve known him, right?”, he mumbled to himself.

He read about how Spider-Man defeated Vulture, Mysterio, The black order and some weird villains that he didn’t even know existed. All he knew, was that Spider-Man was fucking cool. And they needed him on the team. Joaquin tried to find some more information on how did Spider-Man get his powers. He found an old interview of the guy where he talked about how a radioactive spider had bit him and that’s how he got his powers from.

“Damn…might have to try getting bit by a spider someday…”, Joaquin said while raising his eyebrows after he saw how jacked and fit this man was.

Joaquin bit his lower lip and immediately got to work. He traced down Spider-Man’s whereabouts and found him in Queens. He knew where he was going to spending his afternoon at. He had so many questions to ask this man.

Joaquin had promised Sam he will not use the suit unless necessary. Sam had become more protective and strict over him after his Indian Ocean accident and had barred him from using the suit without his permission, for now. But this was important, right? He was going to recruit an Avenger! And he was not going to achieve anything by travelling for 7 hours from DC to Queens. So he took out his suit and flew down to Queens.

After flying for an hour, Joaquin reached Queens. He checked the tracker and saw that Spider-Man had started moving. He had to be quick. So he flew as fast as he could and he was on his trail. He saw a blur of red and blue swinging quickly and he put his jet pack on full throttle. He lost Spider-Man soon after and decided to take a breather on a rooftop.

Joaquin took a minute to survey the area to check if Spider-Man is still around. He huffed in frustration and turned around, only to come face to face with the man in question himself. He was hanging upside-down from god knows where and god knows how.

“Holy FUCK! Shit. What the hell?!” Joaquin exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest to calm himself down and putting his other hand behind him on the railing.

Spider-Man just kept looking at him. Joaquin saw the lenses on his suit widen and narrow, like he was judging him. His eyes widened.

“Oh wow, your mask can do that? That’s so cool, bro-”

“Dude, were you stalking me? I’ve known it for the past 30 minutes, man. Not cool. I don’t even know you”, Spider-Man replied, coolly.

First of all, Joaquin didn’t know Spider-Man was so…young? He sounded so young. Must be around his age. And second of all, how did this guy know that Joaquin was tracking him?

“You- wait. How did you know that I was sta-tracking you?”, Joaquin replied with furrowed brows.

Spider-Man finally decided to come down and stand in front of him. Joaquin noticed that both of them had the same height, as well.

“If you’re gonna track someone then at least find out information about who they are. I’ve got super senses, man. I could sense you from a mile away”, Spider-Man shrugged.

Joaquin was surprised. He didn’t know getting bitten by a radioactive spider means that you get their senses too?!

“Wait. If you knew I was tracking you, then why did you let me follow you?! You got no sense of urgency, man”, Joaquin narrowed his eyes and replied, still confused.

At this, Spider-Man lets out a chuckle. “You don’t have a single bone in your body that is capable of hurting someone purposely. I can sense that too”, he replied smugly and crossed his arms across his chest.

Joaquin widened his eyes. “You can do that too?! That’s fucking awesome, man”, he said chuckling.

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes—or lenses—again. “That doesn’t mean I’m still not suspicious of you. What do you want, dude? I’ve got to go on patrol soon”, he asked Joaquin assertively.

Joaquin looked at him and he put his hands out in a placating gesture, “Wait, I’m sorry. So, I’ve been really delving deep in your lore and how you became Spider-Man and how you got your powers. I watched lots of videos as well. And I think you’re super cool. And I’m asking you to join our new team”, Joaquin rambled excitedly, removing his helmet in the process.

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes again.

“Wait. Hold on, whatever happened to ‘hi, hello my name is?’”, he said sassily.

Joaquin straightened up and introduced himself. “Right. Hi, my name is Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, protégé to Captain America and the newest Falcon”, he said, smiling proudly while sticking out his hand.

Spider-Man widened his eyes. “Captain America…Sam Wilson? You’re with Sam? And you’re the new Falcon?”, he mumbled in awe. As if he couldn’t believe that this was real.

Joaquin furrowed his eyes, confused. “Yeah? You know Sam? I mean, everyone knows Sam, but you know him? First name basis and all?”, Joaquin asked with his eyebrows raised.

It was almost like Spider-Man was buffering in real time. Joaquin swore he didn’t see him move or heard him speak for a good 10 seconds. He stood there awkwardly because he didn’t know what was happening. The mask makes it difficult to read, you know.

Joaquin waved his hands in front of the lenses on his mask. “Hellooo? Anybody home? You really have no sense of urgency, bro.”

Spider-Man finally moved out of his stupor and the lenses were moving again. “Um. I’m sorry. I was just…yeah i know Sam. We met…a long time ago. D-did he send you?”, Spider-Man asked with hope in his voice.

Joaquin blinked and replied, “No, actually. I found out about you and thought you were cool as fuck. Plus we’re the same age, thought we’d get along. Sam is rebuilding the avengers right now so he told me to find out some superheroes who would be interested to join. Also, dude, you were mentored by The Tony Stark? That’s fucking awesome man. I read that you fought alongside him before the blip as well. Really cool. So, we really need more people like you in the team. Are you interested? You even know Sam. I’m sure he would-”

“I don’t know”, Spider-Man replied firmly.

“What?”, Joaquin asked, surprised at the sudden sharpness in Spider-Man voice.

“I don’t know if Sam wants me in the team. I don’t know if I want to be in the team. So, nope”, Spider-Man replied in a shaky voice.

Joaquin was completely lost at this point. Who was this guy and why was he so…complicated?

“Dude, come on. You gotta try. Sam is the nicest person ever. And you’re amazing, you’d be so valuable to our team, i mean come on fighting alongside Iron Man and Hulk? Being mentored by Tony Stark? That’s something-”

“Don’t. No. I’m not doing this. If you have anything else to discuss, then we can talk. If not, then you can leave”, Spider-Man said hastily and looked away.

Joaquin assessed the situation and replied thoughtfully. “Look, I don’t know what is the…situation with you and Sam. All I know is that we need more people like you. You’re doing such great work here. And I’d use a friend, not gonna lie. It gets very annoying when you’re surrounded by super soldiers and a 40 year old who don’t get your jokes and are constantly helicopter parenting you”, Joaquin chuckled.

“Think about it. The offer is always open. I’ll talk to Sam, don’t worry. I don’t know what happened between the two of you but I promise you, he will come around”, Joaquin says gently and hands a piece of paper to Spider-Man.

He had come prepared for something like this. “This is my number. If you ever change your mind, gimme a call. Take care, man.”

Spider-Man simply nodded. Joaquin put on his helmet and took off. He couldn’t help but think about how lost and scared this ma–boy sounded. He wonders what must’ve gone so wrong for him to think Sam wouldn’t want him in the team?

Peter’s POV

It’s been a year since May passed already. It’s been a year since the world forgot who Peter Parker was. And peter has spent this one year in painful agony. He has never felt so lonely and isolated before. He missed May, he missed MJ and Ned, he missed Happy and Tony…Hell, he even missed Flash.

There was not a single day where peter wouldn’t feel like his chest was being crushed by a big rock of emotions. Everyday he wakes up and feels like he has been paralysed by heartbreak and sorrow. Everyday he thinks about what it would feel like if he just loosened his grip while swinging? Or if he just dropped down from something tall to end his suffering?

It was too much. Too much. He couldn’t even go to anybody without the wearing the suit because they’d get confused and ask who he is.

He was sitting by May’s grave and just looked at her name over and over again. He didnt go anywhere without his suit lately. He wanted to be recognised. He wanted to just belong. So even if people recognised Spider-Man, he’ll be okay with that. He put on his mask and pressed a kiss to May’s grave one last time, before the hair on his neck stood up.

Someone was tracking him. And they were approaching him. Fast. Not wanting anything to happen in the open, he quickly started swinging. His senses kept going off, meaning the person was following him heads on. He decided to take a huge leap and squat on the rooftop of the nearest billboard.

Peter observed the person before him. It was a guy, around his age. He had mechanical wings that looked alarmingly similar to..Sam Wilson’s? He was wearing a green and beige suit–horrible colour combination–and he kept looking around to see if he can find Peter.

Peter decided that he had enough of this and decided to thwip his web from a bent pillar and hung upside down.

Peter saw the guy jump and clutch his heart and start cursing. Peter was amused by his reaction yet confused as to why this harmless man decided to stalk him.

After watching the guy ramble for god knows how long (which, peter thought was funny because usually he’s the one who’s constantly yapping), peter finally asks him about who he is and peter swears he almost fell over. His name was Joaquin and he was Sam’s protégé? The new falcon?

Peter couldn’t believe his ears. He felt an immature hope rise in him. That maybe it was all just a bad dream. That the spell never happened. That maybe, Sam remembers him.

That hope was crushed immediately when Joaquin said that he sought him out on his own. To join the new Avengers team. Peter felt bile rise up his throat. He was panicking and he clenched his fists tightly to dissipate the feeling.

After successfully not saying anything for 10 seconds or bursting out crying (seriously peter, pull yourself together.), peter finally had the courage to say No. He doesn’t think he’d be able to do this again. He can’t handle it.

But then this guy kept mentioning Tony and everything that happened. He snapped and said that he will not be doing it. He saw how confused Joaquin was at his answer but he ignored that. Joaquin handed him a piece of paper with his number on it and left.

Peter couldn’t move for a solid minute after Joaquin left. He composed himself and swinged off to go home—if he could even call that dingy room a home. He got back to his apartment and the dam broke. He removed his mask, sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands. That conversation kept echoing in his head. Peter gripped his hair and let out a cry. He cried, and cried. He wished he could turn back time. He wished Joaquin never found out about him. He wished he never went to Strange for help. He wished he wasn’t Spider- No. Peter shook his head to clear himself of these thoughts and stared at his hands for a long time. He wanted to belong. He wanted to feel human connection. If joining the team meant that he would talk to people who atleast knew him from before, then fuck it. He owed a thanks to Joaquin.

Joaquin’s POV

That night, when Joaquin got back on the base, he video called Sam to update him about the day.

“What’s up, man!”, Joaquin exclaimed.

“Yo, Torres.”, Sam replied while sitting down on a bed.

“How’s it going? Any luck with Miss Yelena?”, Joaquin asked. Sam let out a sigh.

“If Bucky is a stubborn mule then she’s 10 times worse, man. She hates us. Can you believe that she called Bucky a loser?! I damn near cried from laughing so hard”, Sam said while chuckling.

Joaquin gasped and laughed, “No fucking way. And what did the old man say to that?”, Joaquin added, chuckling.

“I had to drag him outta the room before those two started throwing hands. It’s not gonna be easy to convince her. We might be here for a day or two more. You tell me, what’s the update on your search?”. Joaquin let out a big sigh and pursed his lips.

“What? What’s with that look?”, Sam asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Well. I did find someone. And it was someone you knew. Or know”, Joaquin said carefully.

Sam got surprised and raised his eyebrows. “What? I don’t remember anyone that I haven’t told you myself….”, he trailed off.

“You don’t remember Spider-Man?”, Joaquin asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Joaquin saw how Sam’s face turned from surprised to shocked to…guilt?

“Oh. It’s been so long since I saw that kid. Poor him, man. I never got a chance to reconnect after…everything. And since Stark died…he’s not been the same. Went off the radar. Didn’t keep contact with any of us. Especially in the past one year. I didn’t know he was still fighting crime?”, Sam asked inquisitively.

“Yeah, he is. He’s so fucking cool, bro. He can swing? He’s got super senses? He’s jacked? He’s got super strength? And he’s just my age. So cool. I saw his videos and I had to go talk to him. Sam, he sensed that I was tracking him. How cool is that?!”, Joaquin exclaimed.

Sam chuckled. “Careful man, I’d think you have a new favourite.”

Joaquin chuckled heartily. “Maybe. But really, he’s so cool. But, he was just so nervous and scared when I asked him to join. And he was hoping that you’d sent me. But when I told him that I sought him out, he just sounded even more saddened and disappointed? He also said that he wasn’t sure if you wanted him in the team? I don’t know, man. He was going through a lot. Did you guys not get along or somethin’?.”

Sam was shocked. He doesn’t know what the kid has been through but he felt guilty at the fact that a stupid fight over a piece of document had ended up scarring so many possible acquaintances. And that he had unintentionally hurt a kid.

“I…I didn’t know this was happening. When Stark died…the kid was inconsolable. Completely shut himself off from everyone. And….well you know what happened with the accords. All of us parted ways. Bucky and I were on the run and declared as fugitives. I can’t believe we let that stupid thing ruin our lives like that. Then the blip happened, and I didn’t see him until 5 years later at Stark’s funeral”, Sam said in a pained voice.

“I should’ve tried to converse with him…he was- he is just a kid”, Sam added, guiltily.

Joaquin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t know what the situation was like during the Accords but he was sure that Sam must’ve not done it intentionally.

“Hey, I know you’d never hurt someone intentionally. Whatever happened, must’ve happened for a reason. And it’s probably just a misconception. He is going through some shit as well. I’ve given him my number so that he can contact me if he changes his mind.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, that sounds good. You did well, Joaquin”, Sam added while smirking.

Joaquin smiled big. “Another thing….did he or did he not beat you and Bucky’s ass?”, Joaquin added while smirking knowingly.

Sam narrowed his eyes at him. “I’m gonna cut off your internet connection, Torres”, he said while pointing at him.

Joaquin just laughed.

After ending the call with Sam, Joaquin got ready to go to sleep. As he laid down, he couldn’t help but think about Spider-Man. He thought about how similar they were and yet…the sadness and burden on his shoulders was something that Joaquin could never imagine. He wished that Spider-Man would think about it and give him a call. He wanted to help him. And he knew Sam wanted to help him too.

Suddenly Joaquin realised that all this time..he was thinking about Spider-Man and not the man- or rather the Boy behind the mask. He wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed that he would be alright. Joaquin Torres was a soldier, and he would never leave a brother behind.

When he woke up the next morning, he opened his phone and saw that he had received two texts from an unknown phone number. Joaquin furrowed his eyebrows and opened the chat.

Unknown Number

Hey, I’d like to join the team

Thank you. - Spider-Man

AN: wow. I have so much love for my two pretty boys I cried. and based on how badly danny wants them to meet as well, I HAD to write this. Maybe I’ll make a part two.😁

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burreauxsss · 17 days ago

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thirty for thirty

background: the boy of every girl's dreams, joe burrow who was in a long lasting relationship with a model, ended due to infidelity, what happens when he runs into someone new at the met gala?

synopsis: a game gone wrong means that theres a elephant in the room, that joe and y/n finally address

word count: 1.5k

notes: grammarly is really a pain when i try to write on google docs, so please ignore any spelling mistakes/correction mistakes.. anyways im home for awhile so im gonna be writing alot of these to pass my time.

warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series.

📍Chicago IL

The wheels of the jet screeched onto the runway, slowing to a quiet hum as the cabin lights flickered low. Joe leaned back in his seat, jaw tight, hands clasped in front of him. His phone vibrated for the 50th time that hour, texts from Ja’Marr, an ESPN reporter, and his PR guy all lighting up the screen. But the only person he cared about still hadn’t answered his last text.

Joe: “Landed, be there in 20, you okay?”

He stood up slowly, grabbing his duffel and tugging his hoodie up over his curls. A pair of oversized black sunglasses slid on as his Bose headphones connected. Music wasn’t playing. He just needed an excuse not to talk.

Two security guys spotted him, they didn’t speak for the sake of their job.

Joe moved through the small terminal fast, avoiding eye contact. But it didn’t matter, someone always noticed.

A guy in a Bears hoodie whispered to his girlfriend, eyes wide. “Yo… that’s Joe Burrow. What’s he doing here?”

Someone else took a blurry photo from the corner near the airport store. It’d be on Twitter in 15 minutes with the caption: “Joe Burrow in Chicago tonight?”

But Joe wasn’t checking social media. He wasn’t thinking about trolls or teammates or press conferences.

He was thinking about Y/N.

And how, when he saw her on FaceTime earlier, her face looked tired in a way that scared him. Like she was disappearing under all the pressure. Like she was trying to armor herself so hard she was breaking from the inside.

He was thinking about how the world had turned on her this weekend, over a foul, a look, a shove. Like they’d been waiting for her to mess up.

And he was thinking about how he hadn’t done enough, not publicly, privately, or when it mattered.

He reached the SUV waiting for him just outside baggage claim, tossing his bag into the backseat and sliding in. The driver gave him a nod.

“Straight to the address?”

Joe nodded. “Yeah. Fast as you can.”

As the city blurred past outside, his mind ran faster.

He was never one to react emotionally. He liked slow decisions, controlled narratives. But something about this situation lit a fuse in him. The protectiveness. The guilt. The helplessness.

He’d watched women he cared about get ripped apart by the press before, hell, even his ex girlfriend, but he always promised that this time around, it’ll be different.

Fifteen minutes later, parked in front of her high rise condo, Joe sat in the backseat of the SUV, watching her condo from the tinted window.

No paparazzi yet. But the night had that scared feeling, like anything could go wrong.

He stared at his phone, opened up Instagram, and hovered over the photo he’d taken days ago.

Y/N, in his Bengals hoodie. Hair up. Pizza in hand. Barefoot in the kitchen.

A candid. He’d taken it the morning after the Met Gala, laughing while she told him a story about her teammate’s terrible blind date.

He hadn’t posted it then, didn't want to make her feel attacked, and never wanted to face backlash for it.

But now, he was feet away from her. And when she opened that door? Everything was going to change.

The intercom sounded sharp in the silence of Y/N’s living room.

She didn’t move at first. Didn’t breathe. Just sat on her couch in Joe’s hoodie with her knees drawn up to her chest, phone face down on the coffee table, untouched since the last wave of hate started crashing in.

She already knew who it was, he said he was coming, but she didn’t believe he actually would.

She exhaled, finally walking to the screen by the front door. She tapped the video feed.

There he was.

Joe Burrow. Hoodie. Hands in his pockets. Head down.

Her heart clenched, and she buzzed him in.

A few seconds later, three soft knocks at the door.

She opened it slowly. He looked up. Eyes bloodshot from the flight, jaw clenched, voice low.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” she whispered.

Neither of them moved.

Then he stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug so tight, she nearly fell into it. Her fingers gripped his back instantly, pressing into the cotton of his hoodie, and she felt the tension he carried, shoulders stiff, arms protective.

No kiss. Just presence. His weight. His warmth. His breath was near her ear.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice so quiet she almost didn’t catch it. “I should’ve shut this shit down sooner.”

She swallowed. “It’s not your job to fix it.”

He pulled back just enough to look her in the face. “Maybe not. But I can stand with you. That’s all I want to do.”

Y/N blinked hard. “You flew out here just to-”

“Yes,” he cut in. “I’m done hiding like you’re a problem I need to keep quiet. Like I’m protecting my image by protecting my distance. I should’ve known better. You don’t need protection. You just need truth.”

She stared at him, lips parted. “So what now?”

Joe stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and dropped his bag by the wall.

“Now,” he said, pulling out his phone, “we launch.”

yn.handle

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📍Chicago Sky Practice Facility Chicago, IL

The second Y/N walked through the gym doors, everything stopped.

Basketballs bounced in slow motion. Sneakers squeaked and stalled. Her teammates all turned toward her like they’d been waiting for this exact moment.

She could feel it in her bones, the aftermath of that post. The unspoken questions. The sidelong glances. The “omg bitch you better tell me everything” energy vibrating under the surface.

She kept her walk slow, steady, hoodie tied around her waist, headphones in, pretending to scroll her phone like she hadn’t seen her face on SportsCenter this morning or read a TMZ thread talking about her.

She made it halfway to her cubby when Hailey practically launched a Gatorade at her head.

“SOOOOOOO.” Hailey dragged it out dramatically. “You were just gon’ soft launch that man to hell and BACK, huh?”

Y/N smirked. “Technically… it was a hard launch.”

Courtney, already lacing up her shoes, threw in, “Hard launch? Girl, you damn near livestreamed your marriage license.”

“Yeah,” Kamilla said, jogging by with a towel. “Twitter thought y’all were engaged by midnight.”

Hailey added from now across the court, “And don’t think we didn’t clock that he’s been liking all your old thirst traps.”

Y/N opened her locker and grinned. “Oh, you went through the likes?”

Hailey was grinning like a kid on Christmas. “Duh. I saw him hit that bikini pic from the Turks like he was tryna go BACK in time.”

Y/N tossed her gym bag down and sat. “Okay, but real talk, y’all not mad at the circus right now?”

Courtney shrugged. “We’re used to the noise.”

Kamilla leaned against the lockers. “Girl, you handled the noise. Caitlin Clark tried to send you to the ER last game, and you still walked off the court like Rihanna in heels.”

“Plus,” Hailey added, “half of Chicago loves a little drama. And the other half just became Bengals fans overnight.”

Maddy deadpanned, “Except Caitlin stans. They’re already writing essays on Twitter.”

Y/N exhaled, stretching her arms over her head. “It’s just a lot. People think I’m here to be a headline. Not a hooper.”

That made the girls pause.

Courtney walked up, placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Listen. They might come for your relationship. They might even boo your free throws. But you lace up and lock in every game. That’s what counts.”

Hailey added with a grin, “Besides, if we do play the Fever again, I wanna see you drop 30 and then blow a kiss to Joe courtside.”

Everyone hollered in unison as they headed out for warmups. The coach walked in and clapped once. “Let’s get focused. Cameras are showing up later, so put your game faces on.”

He gave Y/N a pointed look, her chin held high for once. But during practice, Y/N drilled her shots harder than usual. Hustled harder. Talked less, and when she sank three straight from deep, even Coach cracked a smile.

Kamilla jogged past her on a breakaway and whispered, “Joe’s favorite player still Caitlin Clark?”

Y/N smirked, wiping her forehead. “Not after this week.”

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Khun Dome’s Peaceful Property fic, CH. 3

I would recommend checking out the original Thai version of this chapter once you read the translation as the pictures really do add that extra oomph.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Wed, 25/12 05:31 peach93 & go HOME!

peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.]

05:47 peach93 & Suradech Ketmuangrong

peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech, what hospital is Home at krap? peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech, please answer the phone krap peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech krap! Suradech Ketmuangrong: I’m sorry, Khun Peach Suradech Ketmuangrong: The plane just landed krap peach93: What plane?

07:31 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?????? pangx2🍞: what the hell is going on?!!! pangx2🍞: and where is hia? Lawyer Kan: Khun Suradech filled me in on the details na ka Lawyer Kan: Khun Home is in critical condition ka Lawyer Kan: After we left the party last night, Khun Home had a severe stomachache so Khun Suradech immediately took him to the hospital Lawyer Kan: But the medical team in Thailand assessed the situation and found that they were not skilled enough to handle Khun Home’s case. Lawyer Kan: Therefore, it was necessary to send Khun Home to a different hospital to receive surgery Lawyer Kan: In Paris, France ka pangx2🍞: [gif of a shocked Carrie Bradshaw] pangx2🍞: and what about hia? pangx2🍞: i woke up and he wasn’t here Lawyer Kan: Khun Suradech informed me that Khun Peach is also traveling to France ka pangx2🍞: wait wait wait wait wait pangx2🍞: this is too muchhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

03:13 Paris, France peach93 & go HOME!

go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peach go HOME!: my surgery’s over go HOME!: there’s no reason for you to fly here

07:24

peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: Ai’Home, I just landed go HOME!: #BePatientUntilYouLand peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: Pick up the phone!!! go HOME!: [Phone call with Peach lasting 00:14:07] peach23: I’ll call you when I get there go HOME!: travel safe

12:03 Bangkok, Thailand Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

Lawyer Kan: [Picture from a French tabloid of Peach sitting beside Home’s hospital bed with a second picture of a pair of wedding rings inset. The caption is in French.] Lawyer Kan: It seems that Khun Home has made the French news na ka pangx2🍞: wedding rings??? pangx2🍞: what does it say??? Lawyer Kan: “Man Finds Wedding Ring in His Stomach.” Lawyer Kan: Google can translate it for you ka pangx2🍞: [gif of Anger from Inside Out with his head on fire captioned “ME RIGHT NOW”] pangx2🍞: ugh pangx2🍞: i can’t stand this anymoreeeeeee pangx2🍞: hia! p’home! pangx2🍞: are you two secretly dating?!!! pangx2🍞: there i said it pangx2🍞: no answer pangx2🍞: tag me in your answer please ka @ peach93 @ go HOME! go HOME!: [gif of a confused man captioned “WAIT, WHAT?”] peach93: Ha peach93: What the hell are you talking about? pangx2🍞: then what is this? pangx2🍞: home swallowed a wedding ring pangx2🍞: why would there be a wedding ring in his food pangx2🍞: if you weren’t planning to propose peach93: oh my goddddd peach93: no no no go HOME!: now that you mention it… go HOME!: why DID you put a wedding ring in my cake?!!! peach93: 😓😓😓 go HOME!: it’s almost like you intentionally planned for me to eat it Lawyer Kan: I don’t want to know about your personal life Khun Peach na ka Lawyer Kan: But it would be best for you to explain ka peach93: [gif of Sadness from Inside Out crying] go HOME!: don’t try to get out of this by sending gifs. you never send gifs Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup peach93: Fine. I’ll tell you pangx2🍞: [gif of woman putting on glasses as if to examine something closer] peach93: I had my fortune told by Uncle Dome go HOME!: [picture of surprised Pikachu] go HOME!: since when are you into psychics? peach93: And he said that peach93: This will be an unlucky year for you and me peach93: He said the only way to fix the bad luck was to give a wedding ring to the spirit of my enemy from a past life go HOME!: and i’m the spirit of your enemy from a past life? peach93: You weren’t supposed to swallow it peach93: Clearly it was a mistake to put it in a cake peach93: And forget what kind of person you are. go HOME!: so now this is my fault??? pangx2🍞: my son is a good person Lawyer Kan: I’m more curious about you, Khun Peach ka. What kind of person are you? peach93: I just told you the whole story go HOME!: the story = i went to the hospital = i had to fly to paris for surgery peach93: 😅😅😅 pangx2🍞: the brewing year is real (Translator’s Note: I believe this is a concept in the Chinese Zodiac of a year that brings forth great change, but I’m not entirely sure.) pangx2🍞: the brewing never stops for a fujoshi Lawyer Kan: Is that what you tell yourself ka? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: but at least p’home is fine so everything is okayyyyyyyyy pangx2🍞: so they can love each other for a very long time 💕💕💕 go HOME!: [gif of Schmidt from “New Girl” pretending to vomit] go HOME!: and who is uncle dome na? go HOME!: why does everybody know him? peach93: he’s the man who asked me to help him exorcise the ghosts at the temple go HOME!: which man? pangx2🍞: the online psychic peach93: The one who took a photo with us at the party last night pangx2🍞: hmmmmmm pangx2🍞: there were only 5 of us there last night hia pangx2🍞: look at the picture pangx2🍞: [Picture from the Secret Santa party of Peach, Home, Kan, Pang, and Suradech posing for the camera. Dome is in the center of the picture.] pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: there are 6!!!!!! peach93: Right go HOME!: dude… go HOME!: [Picture of a grave marker for Dome Kannula, born 7 November 1993, died 21 December 2024.] pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm go HOME!: i don’t know what made me pick up my phone and take this picture when we were at the temple… Lawyer Kan: Wait a second na ka Lawyer Kan: So this means

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat pangx2🍞 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: a ghost joined the group!!! Lawyer Kan: That doesn’t make sense, Khun Pang Lawyer Kan: What ghosts have Line ka?

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat Lawyer Kan removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: mae kicked the ghost out faster than me na ka Lawyer Kan: This is a company chat ka. We do not accept outsiders here ka

Vimarnsukman Recreation Dome Online Psychic joined to chat Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: uncle ghost joined the recreational group chat!!! Lawyer Kan: That’s fine ka. We can accept outsiders there ka pangx2🍞: mae!!! go HOME!: what does he want, ai’peach? go HOME!: he must want something pangx2🍞: [gif of an anime girl shivering in terror] go HOME!: or maybe he’s trying to steal your luck peach93: Why would he be trying to steal my luck? peach93: Have you seen my luck? His life would be a disaster go HOME!: [gif of Mario looking at his phone and getting sad] pangx2🍞: this is no time to flirt ka!!! Lawyer Kan: What should we do, Khun Peach? peach93: We’ll do what our ghost-busting company always does

Vimarnsukman Recreation peach93 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: oh pangx2🍞: hia kicked out the ghost peach93: But now I kind of want to talk to him go HOME!: what do you want to talk to him for? go HOME!: you’ve talked to him enough!

Lawyer Kan invites Dome Online Psychic to chat

Lawyer Kan: I pressed the button to invite him back ka peach93: Errr… peach93: Uncle Dome krup peach93: It’s Peach na krup peach93: Would Uncle Dome like to talk to the group krup? pangx2🍞: 🥶🥶🥶 go HOME!: 😺😺😺 Lawyer Kan: 👍👍👍 peach93: 😃😃😃 peach93: Has Uncle read it yet na? pangx2🍞: it says read by 5 pangx2🍞: who hasn’t read it??? go HOME!: i read it ka Lawyer Kan: I’ve read it ka Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: that’s 5 pangx2🍞: uncle hasn’t read it!!! peach93: Well then what should I do? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to tag him @ Dome Online Psychic Dome Online Psychic: Hello, Khun Lawyer Kan. This is the new Line account of Uncle Dome Online Psychic since the old Line account I used for a very long time has disappeared. You can contact the team here na krap. Thank you krap 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 pangx2🍞: screammmmmm he’s here!!!! go HOME!: is that a chat bot? Lawyer Kan: @ Dome Online Psychic I would like to speak directly with Uncle Dome ka. I do not want to speak with the automated message response system ka.

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: What’s up, Nong Noo Kan? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to get right to the point, Khun Uncle Dome Lawyer Kan: Khun Peach has something he would like to ask Khun Uncle Dome ka Dome Online Psychic: What’s up, young man? peach93: Uncle Dome krup Dome Online Psychic: If you want to get married, you should get married Dome Online Psychic: Uncle recommends this year na. The Year of the Dragon Dome Online Psychic: Next year is not an auspicious time peach93: No, Uncle! That’s not what I want to talk about! go HOME!: [gif of confused kitten] Dome Online Psychic: Oh. Then what is it? peach93: Uncle Dome krup peach93: Are you aware that Dome Online Psychic: I’m aways aware pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: Uncle Ghost Dome!!! pangx2🍞: why are you haunting us??? pangx2🍞: what does uncle want ka? Dome Online Psychic: I’m here to steal your luck!!!

pangx2🍞 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Did you kick me out, Pang? pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: i’m sorry kaaaaaaaa Lawyer Kan: Excuse me na ka Lawyer Kan: But is it against the law to steal other peoples’ luck ka? Dome Online Psychic: Why are you asking me? Lawyer Kan: Maybe I should ask your mother ka Dome Online Psychic: That was rude na Lawyer Kan: I’m asking because I really don’t know ka Dome Online Psychic: It can’t be illegal because there has never been a law that mentions psychics before ja Lawyer Kan: I understand ka Lawyer Kan: You may go ahead then ka pangx2🍞: mae!!! Dome Online Psychic: Hahaha Heeheehee go HOME!: uncle dome krup Dome Online Psychic: Krupppp, Khun Home, my child go HOME!: what exactly do you want? go HOME!: do you really want our luck? Dome Online Psychic: No ja peach93: Oh? peach93: Then why haven’t you passed on to the afterlife yet krup? peach93: Is there something keeping you here? Dome Online Psychic: Huh? Dome Online Psychic: What are you talking about ja? go HOME!: [picture of Dome’s grave marker] go HOME!: you’re dead na krup go HOME!: you are so dead Dome Online Psychic: Wait wait wait go HOME!: RIP krup Dome Online Psychic: You misunderstood pangx2🍞: omgggggg pangx2🍞: don’t tell me na ka pangx2🍞: you have a dead twin brother!!!! Dome Online Psychic: You watch a lot of dramas, don’t you na? Lawyer Kan: So what is the truth na ka? peach93: What did we misunderstand, Uncle? Dome Online Psychic: It’s just a strategy to counteract bad luck go HOME!: what???? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: You know. Like fighting against fate. Dome Online Psychic: Have you never seen people sleep in a cinema for the same reason? Lawyer Kan: I believe you mean “coffin” ka Dome Online Psychic: No, I meant cinema. Dome Online Psychic: Sleeping in a cinema after eating popcorn Lawyer Kan: If you say so ka go HOME!: [gif of an exasperated man shouting, “THAT’S IT?”] Dome Online Psychic: Yes, that’s it krupppp, Khun Noo, my child. peach93: Then this is all just a misunderstanding krap peach93: Sorry to bother you, Uncle Dome Online Psychic: It’s okay ja pangx2🍞: 555555555555555 pangx2🍞: that was exciting go HOME!: [gif of man laughing hysterically] Lawyer Kan: 🙄🙄🙄 pangx2🍞: [picture from the Secret Santa party with Dome in the middle] pangx2🍞: here’s a souvenir to help ease my embarrassment ka 💖💖💖 peach93: 5555555555

a minute later Suradech Ketmuangrong and Dome Online Psychic

Dome Online Psychic: Uncle Dech krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: When were the photos Noo Pang sent to the group taken na? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: Were they taken last night? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: But yesterday I was in Chiang Mai na Dome Online Psychic: I haven’t gotten back to Bangkok yet Dome Online Psychic: … Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup

Wed, 25/12 22:13 Paris, France peach93 & go HOME!

peach93: [Five photos of Home in Paris] go HOME!: [gif of a man saying “THANK YOU”] peach93: No need to thank me peach93: Just give me my pictures now peach93: Don’t post yours until I get mine go HOME!: [picture of Home naked in the bathtub covered in suds] go HOME!: i’m taking a shower right now peach93: 😑😑😑 peach93: Hurry up peach93: I want to upload them peach93: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him sitting at a French restaurant with the caption “Would you like to have dinner with me?” The picture has 13.4K likes and was posted 1 minute ago.] peach93: I said don’t post anything yet! go HOME!: well I don’t have any pictures good enough for you to post anyway 😥 peach93: Asshole 🤬🤬🤬 go HOME!: [Six photos of Peach in Paris. He’s not wearing glasses in any of them.] [Translator’s Note: Because they are pictures of Tay Tawan] peach93: 🙂 go HOME!: what’s wrong? go HOME!: do you not like your glasses? peach93: I wanted to look handsome go HOME!: ah go HOME!: bless you for trying na peach93: Did you need something from me? go HOME!: forget it go HOME!: i’ll deal with it myself go HOME!: [gif of man giving the camera a salacious smile] peach93: Are you flirting with me? go HOME!: no ja go HOME!: 😏😏😏 peach93: Which room are you showering in? go HOME!: the room upstairs go HOME!: why are you asking? peach93: [mirror selfie of Peach seemingly naked] go HOME!: hey go HOME!: ai’peach go HOME!: don’t you dare go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peachhhh don’tttttt go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peach i’m not kidding go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peachhhhhhhhh!!!

go HOME!: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him and Peach laying together on the grass. “peach93” is tagged on Home’s face. The photo is captioned “Happy Birthday to you 😺.” It has 17.3K likes and was posted 5 months ago.] peach93: [screenshot from Peach’s Instagram of a picture of Home standing in the snow. It is captioned “Live a happy Newwiee life 💓💙.” It has 17.4K likes and was posted 11 months ago.]

The end

Dome Online Psychic: Merry Christmas ja go HOME!: I LOVE EVERY MOMMY

#this fic has brought me so much joy over the past few days #thank you p’dome #there are a lot of inside jokes for the taynew fandom and tbh i probably didn’t catch them all as i don’t follow them super closely #but i’m pretty sure they traveled around europe together a few months ago and the fandom is convinced that was their honeymoon #hence paris #peaceful property #peaceful property fic #written by the director #translated by me #peachhome

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