#ik daniels confused

[luvscharlos]

oh toro rosso, you were so loved ❤️‍🩹

[chemzee]

Hear me out.

The ship name for Lottie and Daniel would be Bookworm, and if you throw Elli in the mix, the ship name will be Kevin /hj

This is a proof I am not built for Ravenclaw, my ass cannot solve this riddle/JJJ

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

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gaslyleclerc WHO THE FUCK

judeslvr i’m so confused it hasn’t even been a full week??

sharlleclerc i can’t keep defending u man if you keep doing bs like this😭😭

ctrly/n oh wow

s1ut4formula1 copy of y/n

bejeweled.y/n @s1ut4formula1 don’t do y/n like that.

veerstappenmaxemilian someone give me her @ right NEOWW

bbynoriss @veerstappenmaxemilian ON IT

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444mercedes Y/N’S FERNANDO ALONSO’S DAUGHTER???? WHAT SINCE WHEN??

jpgmacvesstap @444mercedes babe ur so late 😭

lance.strollll no wonder why y/n is so pretty 💀

eversincey/n @444mercedes their relationship is v private. y/n took in her mothers maiden name so that the media wouldn’t connect the two. it’s rare when we see them together bc of their busy lives but yeah i was shocked when i found out too

voguey/n IN FATHER NANDO WE TRUST 🛐

alonsof1 judging by his face ik she dropped some really good tea

missamericanay/n id honestly be shitting my pants if i was charles knowing my ex’s father is essentially my coworker 😭

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ferraribabe i just checked and lance stroll, george russell, and fernando unfollowed him as well 🧍🏽‍♀️

suffering_ferrarifan damn what did homeboy do 😭😭

y/nsredscarf @suffering_ferrarifan cheat obviously

suffering_ferrarifan @y/nsredscarf we literally don’t know that. not believing anything until it comes from y/n or charles themselves 🤷‍♀️

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[nottivagos]

I know we're on the subby, sweet Isack train, ik, but have we ever tried "so eager to please that he accidentally become the more dominant"? Well I'm going there.

Isack lending you his laptop, but forgetting the charger, so it just powers off before you notice. And of course, he takes it off of you as soon as you complain, not noticing how you're a bit shifty about giving the device back. As soon as it powers back on again, he's met with multiple tabs of "adult videos" (ps! Danny cameo, mayhaps) . But they're all rough, with a more dominant guy. Why were you looking at that? Was he doing a bad job? Isack insecure panic takes over, so he sets out to do the logical thing - do exactly what he saw. That's what you wanted, right? He watches the videos over and over again, memorizing the lines, movements, and everything. And him being so nervous to mess up but still going at it, stuttering a little at the dirty talk, ugh - 🦋

first of all, 🦋 you never miss. like oh my god??? actually had me gagged and i couldn't find my jaw. so, let's debrief!

First of all, yes. Isack would definitely do this! He's definitely the type to lose himself in the moment as well, even if it is only a rare occurrence, trying to make sure you're both enjoying the moment to the absolute maximum. However, I believe at first, he's taken a bit aback by the more dominant, aggressive videos, because he always thought you liked the tender love-making?

You mentioned porncciardo and now all I can think about is a JOI/walkthrough of "How To Please A Woman: The Ricciardo Way" being on his page. Isack sees this an instantly clicks on it, hyperanylysing every single detail of what Daniel does. He even sees some toys that Daniel uses and INSTANTLY buys them for you.

Isack definitely over-prepares too. Maybe gets a little over-confident after knowing Daniel's movements to a tee, but it's the thought that counts, right? At first, you're definitely indulging yourself in the moment, Isack being on top, grabbing your jaw so you look at him before spitting in your mouth, sealing it with a searing, bruising kiss leaving your mind blank. However, the words he's saying... they sound a little too familiar and close to home.

The stuttering is then definitely there. I think maybe when Isack gets a little more dominant, fully reciting Daniel's words, you're confused but deeply turned on by it. It's like someone's turned on a switch in Isack's brain, turning him into this person you've never seen before. When you're in your daze, breath ragged and your cheeks are flushed whilst confused that Isack is literally reciting a sex scene by heart word for word, I like to think he's getting overwhelmed, maybe a little upset that you look very taken aback, hence why he starts stuttering.

However, by the end of the night let's just say you've gone through nearly all of porncciardo's catalogue, with you on top, mimicking the female actress but also with Isack on top too taking control!! And overall Isack is happy and you're drunk on what just happened, even when Isack becomes more tender during the aftermath of your intense lovemaking.

Skip to the present, now the both of you are always (eagerly) waiting for Daniel to drop another video so you can finally sit with Isack's back on your chest, stroking his dick whilst he watches Daniel's latest video with you. <3

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Hey there! Can I ask for Daniel with a fem reader who refuses to sleep in the same bed as him lately bc there has been stains on the toilet seat and she's tired of cleaning up after him. But the twist is it wasn't him at all. It was Enu. The dog learned how to use the toilet and no one knows how. Can be a fic or a headcanon, whichever is easier for you. Sorry if this is weird-

My honest reaction after reading this😭😭

This is weird. I might just slap Daniel if this keeps happening, only to regret it later when I realize it wasn’t even his fault 😅😅But since you asked, I’ll deliver 🎀

Daniel looked confused, like a sad puppy, when you refused to sleep in the same bed as him. Once or twice was fine, but now it had become a daily occurrence. He didn’t know whether to confront you about it or just give you space. His heart was genuinely torn because lately, he’d been catching you scoffing or clicking your tongue in irritation more than once.

To make things worse, you had even started hinting, sometimes directly, that he needed to take better care of his hygiene. And in your head, a part of you whispered: Maybe it’s the overload from having two bodies. Yikes 🤮 But still....filthy. He wasn’t a child. WTF, Daniel?

You ended up ranting about it to Enu and her pups, because honestly, who else could you confide in? Meanwhile, Enu just looked at you like, “What a dumb human.” 😆

One day, it all spillled out. You snapped and told Daniel outright that whatever was going on was beyond disgusting, and you weren’t going to deal with it anymore. You even said you were taking Enu with you, because she was yours.

Daniel: Cue shocked Pikachu face

He was beyond embarrassed.

You went looking for Enu, calling her name and checking all her usual spots. But she was nowhere to be found. And then, wait. Why were there dog sounds coming from the washroom?

You slowly opened the door…

And there she was.

In all her glory 😶😶

Using your sacred washroom.

You just stood there, stunned.He, on the other hand, was somehow proud. “Look how civilised she is,” he said.

Meanwhile, guilt and a creeping weirdness washed over you. Later that evening, you both finally sat down and talked it out. You explained everything and apologized. Daniel just laughed and said it was okay. Then, he made you promise to always tell him, even if it’s just a minor inconvenience. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable, always.

You smiled, and later, you went for a long walk with Enu, Daniel’s hand in yours, apologies and love quietly spilling from your hearts.

PS: Ik this isn’t great. Sorry, Anon. I genuinely didn’t even know how to proceed with it.

[dpr-stay]

Through the years | D.K

Doh Kyungsoo x f1driver!Reader

Warnings: Swears, a lot of crack

WC: 9.1k (ik, kill me now)

Howdy Cowpeople! This one is... hefty. This wasn’t supposed to be as long as it was but when I get in a groove... I think I made it obvious but I just wanted it to be over L O L. This one is pretty niche, but hopefully it can be enjoyed by both sides as it is a driver!reader.

(I didn't edit this, whoops)

2015

“Can you explain this picture?” The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can’t make out quite what they’re trying to show.

“Sorry, w-what is that?” You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.

“Oh! It’s a picture of you in a car with a guy.” The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.

You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.

“Nahhhhhh.” The drew out word left your mouth.

The reporter’s head tilted and they frowned.

“But it is! It’s you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!” He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.

“I’ve never been to Seoul before.” His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“Have you just taken a picture of… two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn’t even look like anything cause it’s so zoomed in but to each their own.” You finished your words with a shrug.

“No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport.” He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.

“I hate to say it, your contact’s wrong. I’ve never even set foot in the country.” You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn’t know.

“Lovely to see you again, though.” You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.

Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.

You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.

And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.

This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.

2016: 

“How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?” Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.

As Lewis gave the carbon copy response that he had given to every interviewer so far, Daniel leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called him out on that yet.” He then reached for his plastic water bottle and took a sip. You considered this for a second before leaning to his side and answered, not turning your face from the crowd of reporters.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called you out on your disgusting trim.” He jolted forward at this unprompted attack on his hair and the choking sound he emanated drew attention from all in the room, all watching him with curious eyes as he tried to regain his breath.

“You alright mate?” Lewis asked, one of his eyebrows arching.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Daniel replied, waving his hand, eager to have attention off of his spluttering. It took a while but eventually all the cameras were aimed back at Lewis, so Daniel took the opportunity to elbow you hard in the side, your reaction being to topple off your chair dramatically. Usually one for the dramatics, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Daniel want the cameras off him so much. 

Hidden behind a small desk, you could only hear the questioning tones calling out your name and see Daniel’s slightly panicked face urging you to get up and back on your chair. With one single hand, you reached for the desk and slowly pulled yourself up.

You released a deep breath as you hauled yourself into your seat and turned to face the crowd of reporters who were looking at you. With a grand hand gesture, you motioned for them to continue with their interviews and turned slightly to Daniel with a smile. He shot you back an exasperated glance before your name was called from the crowd of reporters. You looked towards the reporter and he began speaking.

“So, as you’re the only female on the grid I feel the need to ask, if you could date any of the drivers, who would it be?” The eager face he had contrasted with your entirely unimpressed face. You could hear Daniel begin to start speaking and you could feel the defensive energy emanating from the rest of the drivers on the panel, but before any of them could interrupt with scathing criticism about the misogyny that permeated the question, you replied to the reporter.

“Literally none of them, I’d rather die.” Your response was met with general silence before Daniel started laughing as usual.

“Really? You wouldn’t fancy any of them?” The reporter asked, almost in disbelief.

“No!” You said almost equally in disbelief.

“I’m fine with what I have at home!” You added on after a second.

“Are you saying you’re in a relationship???” The reporter was on the edge of his seat, others shoving their microphones and cameras trying to get a good shot. You dramatically pondered that for a second before replying.

“I wouldn’t say that, I just have other things at home.” You said that and then leaned back, shrugged, and didn’t say anything else into the mic even at the reporters continual uproar as they took in the implications of that statement.

You, luckily, were able to avoid the increasingly weird questions by just not answering and smiling. You weren’t as lucky to miss the smirks thrown your way by the other drivers.

2017:

“It doesn’t count!” You said in disbelief, aiming it at the microphone of your phone.

“Mmm I’d say it counts.” Kyungsoo replied back teasingly, his voice echoing into your AirPods. 

“You can’t go back on your word!! You said it was fine last year!” You were sitting at a table in your company's hospitality, having a conversation with Kyungsoo on the phone, blissfully unaware of the interviews going on outside the building which had a clear view into the small area. 

“Yeah but it’s been two years, one of us has to call it quits soon.” Your face contorted before Kyungsoo quickly amended his statement.

“The bet! The bet! Sorry, that came out the wrong way.” 

You just shook your head, a small smile growing on your lips.

“You bastard, you had me a little worried.” He scoffed in response. He had been speaking quietly into the phone as he was hiding in a closet in the SM building, taking a break from practice to talk to you. A true charmer.

“As if.” He replied shortly, a loud scuffling heard on his side.

“One second.” He said, as a banging sound came through into your headphones.

“Come on Hyung! Get off the phone and come back before someone else finds you!” Kai’s voice could be heard through the door. A pause before the banging started again.

“Also tell her I said hello!” You giggled at the younger man’s words and Kyungsoo’s sigh in response.

“I’ll call you after the race, do your best, I love you.” Kyungsoo muttered into his phone before shouting back to Kai something about respect and to shut up. It just made you laugh more.

“I love you too, practice well and I’ll call you soon.” You finally said in response after the yelling died down.

“Bye.” He said before quickly tacking on another “love you” and then he hung up.

After he hung up you just stared at your screen for a second with a smile you would 100% not call radiant on your face. It was quickly wiped off when your PR manager popped up out of nowhere and started talking about interviews, causing you to switch to English as you stood up and followed him.

However, the interview still captured your little moment and the conversation preluding it. You knew this because, when you went back to your phone after the race, Baekhyun had sent you a picture of your smile through the tinted glass with a smirking emoji as well as a picture of Kyungsoo on the floor in the closet in the dark talking to you on the phone, not to mention the hounding you got at the next press conference.

2018:

You knew it was risky to do a live in your own apartment, especially since you were in a completely different country than where you were claiming you were.

But your PR team wanted you to do it, and you couldn’t exactly tell them no, even if you were currently lying to them about your circumstances. You were a bit worried that something unexplainable might happen like the South Korean national anthem suddenly blaring but what you weren’t worried about was the person who you were living with coming back and interrupting your live.

Kyungsoo was at practice and, while you were ok with him skipping it to talk to you on the phone, you didn’t want him to skip it now, as you had been promised a few days without any interruption if he went to every practice. So he was at practice and you were fulfilling all your expected PR duties for the next couple of days, which included the live.

Regardless of your hesitations, you set up your phone on your coffee table facing the entrance to your home and sat on the couch before turning on the live. Immediately people joined, flooding the chat and making your phone vibrate.

“Uhhh hello everyone.” You awkwardly greeted as you tried to think of things to say. Kyungsoo would be fantastic at this, you couldn’t help but think, always having to do live’s with his members.

“How’s everyone’s days been?” You settled on and watched the responses roll into the chat. You noticed a few drivers had joined your live and even a few of the boys from F2 and F3 were watching, which you thought was pretty nice of them considering it was mainly you rambling for around 30 minutes.

Your manager wanted you to do an hour minimum for the live and the time seemed to stretch for years, you continuously making small talk and occasionally replying to comments. You even snuck in a few jokes for the other drivers before, around the 55 minute mark, a sound came from your end.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you wondered where the noise was coming from, looking around the apartment. Quickly standing up, you looked around the apartment, making a lighthearted joke about ghosts as you nervously tried to find the origin of the sound.

You realised that sound was the wrong key being put in the lock as soon as you registered the sound of the correct key being put in.

As Kyungsoo opened the door, you made the biggest leap you think you have ever made. It would’ve had to have been around 4 meters surely. Somehow you had leapt onto the coffee table, knocking your phone down. Kyungsoo was staring at you weirdly as you violently gestured at him to shush. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his deep voice sounding as lovely as ever. You took a second, contemplating your options in this circumstance before coming to a logical conclusion.

You started to scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” Kyungsoo’s face shifted to one of confusion as yours was full of desperation.

“YOU CRAZY PSYCHO! GET OUT!!” You continued to yell in perfect English, a contrast from his peaceful question, and gestured for Kyungsoo to close the door, which he did, albeit very confused.

As soon as he closed the door, you maneuvered yourself so that you weren’t facing him and quickly picked up your phone from underneath you.

“Oh my god, what just happened.” You said, showing the camera your roof. You picked up the phone and started fidgeting with it.

“‘Are you ok?’ Yeah I’m fine, I just gotta figure out how to change the locks. I’ll uh.. I’ll get back to you guys. See you later.” You said absentmindedly, as you ended the live.

You paused for a second, sat back on your heels, and sighed, staring up at the roof. The sound of footfalls reached your ears and you didn’t react when Kyungsoo placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not losing this bet.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. An incredulous laugh left him at that as he reached his hand further and brought your face to look at him. A smile that there was no other way to describe but goofy was spread across his face.

“You’re still thinking of that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I take our bet very seriously.” You said before he slightly shook his head, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and moved towards the kitchen.

You picked yourself up and moved to the dining table as he started work in the kitchen. And, as he made a delicious dinner that you both enjoyed, you started to field off your PR team asking who was in your house and ignoring the comments wondering why the guy was speaking Korean in the middle of England.

2019: 

It was approximately ten minutes before you had to be in the car and ready to go, and you were half-way there. You had your fireproofs and race suit on and you were being herded towards your car by a crowd of engineers. Strategies and specifics were being directed at you and you could only nod and act as though you were absorbing what they were saying.

Even after four years on the job some people felt they just couldn’t rely on you. Honestly, they should just let you do your thing, you knew what you were doing. 

No! God, ever since Kyungsoo had joined the military you’d been irritable and quick to anger on the track. Your poor engineers were trying their best to get through to you, likely because they wanted to keep their jobs, but you’d been incredibly closed off since after you got back from the honeymoon. 

Oh yeah, you got married. During a break and right before Kyungsoo was scheduled to start his enlistment, you got married down in a small courthouse with only a few people from either side. You had your family, a few close friends, and a few drivers while Kyungsoo had his family, a few close friends, and the whole of EXO.

It was very emotional and intimate, but that was how you’d describe your relationship so you were very happy with it. You were also extremely happy with the week get-away in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand that followed after, a week of people not recognising both you, farmers markets, and sheep. Lot’s of sheep.

But ever since he’d flown off to do his duty to his country (and shaved his head, no one should look that good with a shaved head) and you’d flown to your next race, you’d been incredibly… angry.

You didn’t know if it had to do with not seeing Kyungsoo for the better part of two years or having that split immediately after the wedding, but what you did know was that it was affecting your racing so you had to snap out of it.

Being dragged back to the present you quickly hopped in the car and performed all of your checks on the steering wheel and adjusted things while people flitted around outside the car, adjusting things and making sure the car was in proper state.

After a quick radio check, the call to start up for the formation lap (you were in P11 after a pretty dodgy qualifying) was relayed and all around you could hear car’s engines coming to life. You glanced at your engineers and snapped down your visor at their nod, starting the car.

Before you pressed the throttle something quickly came to mind. You rapidly gestured for one of your engineers to come close to you, incredibly conscious of all the cars revving around you. The poor engineer almost sprinted to you as you started to fiddle with the zip of your racesuit, the gloves you were wearing prohibiting you from unzipping it.

The engineer's face was comically concerned and he slowly reached forwards before you looked up and grabbed his outreached hand. His face immediately went to one of shock as you made his hand grab the zip and unzip the front part of the suit.

Choosing to ignore the cameras capturing this interaction you continued unzipping it till it lay around your collarbones, hoping the cameras don’t catch any of your naked shoulders. The engineer's face then relaxed as he saw the necklace around your neck and he quickly reached in, almost leaning over the car, to move your necklace around your neck till the latch was in front of him.

He cautiously unlatched the necklace before zipping up your race suit. You immediately relaxed as the pressure around your neck was relieved. Before he could retreat back to the crowd of engineers, you grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding your necklace and slapped it appreciatively with your other hand.

He retreated as you powered up the car and started to move it forwards, letting all the cars that needed to go before go before you started to move. 

Your team radio started up as you were leaving the pit lane.

“You all had us very confused there.” Your race engineer said as you started your cruise around the track. 

“Yeah, sorry I completely forgot about it. But I thought it was better to take it off.” You said, pressing down on the throttle. 

“He better not lose that though. I want that back at the end of the race.” You subtly threatened, suddenly thinking of the rings that were attached to the necklace. You hoped that maybe the cameras hadn’t seen your wedding and engagement rings but you knew there was no chance they hadn’t not captured it. Oh well.

“I don’t know if you’ll get it back by the end of the race.” Your engineer said, her tone almost sarcastic. 

“What’s that mean?” You asked, letting the car cruise.

“You’ll probably be killed by your PR team first.” She said bluntly. So bluntly it made you laugh. 

“I’ve got a race to focus on.” You reminded her, leaving out the part that you had a race to think of an excuse as to why you have two rings attached to a necklace around your neck.

And you did think of an excuse, wearing the necklace proudly during post-race interviews and saying it was a family heirloom that had been passed on to you by your grandma whenever you were questioned about it.

The moment still went viral though, people questioning the relationship between you and the engineer. It went viral enough to that you had to suffer through teasing by Daniel and his accomplice Max Verstappen (you didn’t know how the kid knew you were married but you suspected it had something to do with an annoying Australian) not to mention the shit being talked in the EXO group chat you were in.

I mean seriously, all of those guys are millionaires, does Chen have nothing else to do with his time than bully the wife of his bandmate?

2020: (sorry Alex)

Somehow you got signed to RedBull on a year contract. Not to say you weren’t grateful for the opportunity but you were definitely a bit confused. But anyway, you let bygones be bygones and now you had a 22 year-old dutch nuisance under your wing.

He was a great kid but god, was he traumatized. You were convinced he’d never seen a healthy family dynamic, so you were more than happy to let him see how you and Kyungsoo functioned. Or at least how you functioned when he was not in the military.

You kind of felt like a life coach for the kid, telling him when he was being taken advantage of or when he should continue with something. You’d been woken up plenty of times in the middle of the night by him drunkenly whining into the phone about wanting to go “home”, something neither of you commented on when he woke up on your couch the next day.

So, safe to say, you’d practically adopted a child without the permission of your husband.

This extended to on the track as well, you’d gotten into a few mild disagreements with Jos Verstappen after his cruel comments which often involved you looking at him angrily and him shit-talking you in interviews about you being a woman. You’d often have to refrain from saying that you’d always be more of a man than him, but alas, you didn’t want to get kicked from your seat.

You knew that Max was extremely appreciative of your dynamic, even commenting on it a few times during interviews, saying that he was very happy to have you as a teammate. After that interview you almost felt like you and his lover, Daniel, were able to give him some sort of an idea of what a normal family relationship should look like.

This sentiment was definitely reinforced when a loud knocking on your Monaco apartment door happened in the early afternoon. It was a weekend with no race, so you were soaking in relaxation. You were having a nice bubble bath after having read for the whole morning, so you were hesitant to hop out of the bath. 

The knocking persisted however, and with a sigh, you got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around you before loudly yelling you’d be a minute. You tugged on some sweats which weren’t yours and put your hair in a towel before eventually making your way to the door. 

You might’ve taken more than a minute, but it didn’t matter when you opened the door and were greeted with the image of Max Verstappen on his knees, face pressed into the expensive hallway carpet. What a sight to see, the prodigy and most highly anticipated driver of his time, lying face-first on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You asked, immediately crouching down to his level after a quick glance to see that none of your neighbors had left their apartments to check on the banging (pretentious, self-concerned people). 

You rolled him over, your confusion doubling as you took in the remorseful look etched across the young man's face, almost tripling as you took in the barely concealed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached though and you pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as your face contorted in confusion. What had happened? “Come inside Max.” You said quietly, helping him up from his spot on the floor and leading him inside, locking the door after you both. Leading him to the couch, you left him after putting the throw blanket over his shoulders, and went to make both of you a tea.

You noticed your phone constantly vibrating on your kitchen counter and quickly chucked it on do not disturb, not checking the notifications because you were more concerned with your teary teammate. 

After grabbing the teas you made your way to the couch, setting them down on coasters on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the ‘L’ piece of the couch, so you were facing Max. You grabbed his hand from his lap where he had been nervously picking at his nail beds.

“What’s wrong Max?” You asked calmly, bringing his hand to your lap to stop him from hurting himself. He looked up at you, a few tears having rolled down his cheeks. 

Whatever had happened had fucked him up. You didn’t think it was a fight with his dad, he’d sadly become pretty unresponsive to those. You briefly considered him losing his seat but shook that off, he was doing exceptionally well. 

Maybe you’d lost your seat and he was sent to deliver the news. That would make more sense, especially as your phone was blowing up. You hadn’t been performing very well, but you didn’t think they’d drop you from your seat midway through the season, especially during a season as turbulent as this one.

It was the only reason that made sense though, so you prepared yourself for the news that you would be unemployed. Maybe you’d go back to F2 or maybe IndyCar? Or you could just move to South Korea and live there permanently, letting Kyungsoo fulfill his passion for acting and singing while you did a few kart races to occasionally quench your thirst for adrenaline. 

That actually didn’t sound too bad, though you’d definitely have to discuss it with Kyungsoo when he got back from enlistment, which meant around 5 months of unemployment. But hey, you had the money and so did Kyungsoo.

Max snapped you from your thoughts of the future by clearing his throat.

“You don’t know?” He asked, curiously glancing up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No…” You said, conveying your confusion. “Should I?” 

“Have you checked your phone recently?” Yep, you were definitely getting fired. You should probably start packing now. Maybe Daniel could get his seat back? You shook your head in response to his quiet question.

“I’ve just been reading all morning.” Max nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving his mouth as he stared at the floor. He reached for his tea, his hand leaving your lap. You narrowed your eyes at that, following his movements as he sipped, a gasp immediately leaving his throat as he burnt it.

You immediately cussed and sprung up from your couch to grab a glass of cold water, running back to the couch and giving it to Max, watching as he gulped down the glass. When he finished he turned back to you and thanked you, before pausing for a second and bursting into another round of tears. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re really freaking me out Max. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked gently, trying to make him catch your eye.

“Promise you won't hate me?” His small voice asked and you internally crumpled at his vulnerable question. Honestly you never thought you’d end up gentle-parenting a teammate like he was a child of yours, especially since you were only like 5 years older than him, but here you were, caring for him like family.

“Yes, I won’t hate you Max.” You repeated as he finally caught your eye. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I was doing an interview for the press and they started asking questions about other drivers and my relationship to them. They then asked about you and I said that I’m really close to you and etcetera.” Ok, seems pretty normal so far. At least you weren’t getting fired, hopefully.

“And they asked if I see you more as a mother figure or a romantic interest.” He said before quickly turning his eyes away. This confused you before you clued in.

“Oh Max.” You said quietly and he turned back to you. “I’m flattered you feel that way but I am married and I am loyal-”

“No, no, no!” He said, louder than he’d ever spoken in the time since he was on the floor. His cheeks had turned bright red as he looked in your eyes.

“No, I didn’t say that I saw you romantically!” He quickly amended and you breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

“Ok, that’s good! I didn’t want our friendship to be awkward.” You said, looking at him for a response. He just grimaced and averted his gaze. You gestured for him to go on confusedly and he began speaking again.

“And I said more like a mother-figure.” A statement which made you feel positive things you don’t want to address. “Then I may have accidentally said that, even though I haven’t met him, I see your husband as more of a father-figure as well.” He quickly rushed the last part out and you sat, stunned. 

The room went silent while you processed what he told you. Fuuuuckkk. How much trouble were you going to be in? I mean the team knew, but this wasn’t something you could pass off as your grandmother's rings. This was undeniable proof that you had a husband. God press days were going to suck after this unless you could somehow make an excuse.

As time went on he seemed to collapse in on himself, the energy quickly switching to something you didn’t like.

“To be honest I thought you were going to tell me I’d lost my seat.” You said and Max’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah I know, crazy.” You laughed, dragging out the last word, trying to establish a more relaxed aura in the room.

“No, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” It was at times like this you really wanted to punch Jos Verstappen in the face. You made an over exaggerated confused face, hoping the fact that that had never gone through your mind was on display in your face.

“Max, why would I do that?” You asked, your voice very quickly becoming soothing.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You’ve spent years hiding this! You should be yelling at me!” He said, standing up. You tried, in vain, to get him to sit down by gently calling him, but he started pacing.

“I’ve just ruined your chances at revealing this yourself, at ever having another peaceful day in your marriage, and all you can do is make a joke?!” He almost started yelling, clenching his fists. You got fed-up and yelled his name, calling his attention to you.

“You’re in my house as my guest. You will not tell me what to do or how to handle situations. Sit your ass down.” You yelled, your voice incredibly commanding. He followed your instructions and sat smally in front of you.

“Max. It was eventually going to come out. I don’t mind. I’d much rather it come off handedly from you than maliciously leaked by a random instagram page.” You said and he looked up, almost looking close to tears. You frowned before bringing the boy up into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you had to ask a question.

“You didn’t reveal who he was though, no?” You asked, still in the hug. You felt Max shake his head and you silently fistpumped behind his back. It wasn’t your fault, so it technically didn’t count and you hadn’t lost the bet.

You were right, by the way, press days were soon filled with questions about your mystery husband instead of your racing. But it was fine, you were somehow able to twist it as though you’d made a joke about having a husband and Max took it seriously.

Phew.

2021: (sorry latifi)

“And so today you will be reacting to fan edits of yourselves!” The lady behind the camera finished, prompting you and George to look at eachother. It was early in the season and, even though you’d raced together for a few years, you weren’t exactly close, being that before pre-season meetings, you hadn’t ever talked. At all.

This meant he didn’t know much about your personal life or the whole ‘husband’ thing. Which was fine, you’d tell him in your own time, when you felt your friendship was strong enough. He seemed to be a great kid, though you were determined to not adopt another grown child, especially after the look you got from Kyungsoo when you mentioned the fact you may have ‘accidentally’ had Christmas with Max Verstappen.

But hey, they had finally met during February and it was almost like a Dad saying that his daughter can’t adopt a cat while simultaneously cuddling with the cat. Kyungsoo, against his better judgment, had instantly attached to Max and now you were battling for the position of being his favourite driver. Which you were totally not bitter about (you said your favourite EXO member was Sehun in retaliation and he changed your mind very quickly).

Back to the present, the people behind the camera placed a tablet on the table in front of you. It was open on the photo gallery and you could already see some very flattering videos saved to the device.

“You wanna go first?” You asked, and George nodded before picking up the tablet and scrolling through the photo library. He closed his eyes and landed on one. Loud music immediately began playing from the device, you think ‘London Boy’ by Taylor Swift, and you both watched in varying states of horror as photos and clips of him flashed on the screen.

As the video ended you both accidentally made eye-contact. Now, as an almost 28 year old woman, the simple gesture of looking into your teammate's stricken eyes should not have made burst out laughing as hard as you did. But, god, George’s eyes were expressive. In fairness he also did laugh, though he probably was confused as to why you were laughing so much.

After you caught your breath you could only utter out,

“Your face...” Before peeling back into giggles again. He started laughing again as well before putting the tablet down. In doing so, he accidentally swiped the tablet and the Backstreet Boys started playing, an edit of the 2019 rookies playing as the video.

This chain event caused you to start gasping, the sheer ridiculousness of the videos catching up to you. George only took one look at the tears forming in your eyes before he was also wheezing out harsh breaths from laughing.

It took around 2 minutes for you to look at each other without laughing and, for you both to be able to pick up the tablet without giggling, it took another minute or so. You eventually began scrolling through the tablet, laughing at some and ‘aww’-ing at some of the sad ones. 

Eventually a video came up with the background music to ‘Give it to me’ by Sistar, an edit of you that was hot but had you gasping at the lyrics.

“What?” George looked over to you, curious as to why there was another noise that came out of your mouth than laughing or a strained ‘why?’.

“The audacity!” You said, as the music continued playing.

“What..?” George asked, more confused than previously.

“Do you want to know the lyrics they’ve just edited me to?” You asked, looking over at him, your voice pretending to be offended.

“What?” He said, his tone changing again to have a sort of goading lilt.

“Will I even get married before I turn thirty.” You said with an air of finality, turning to glare at the camera, your jaw dramatically hung open. George gasped mockingly.

“How dare they!” He said sarcastically and you nodded eagerly.

“I know right!” You responded beginning a stereotypical mean girl impression. “How dare they!” After that little fiasco, you both kept scrolling and laughing (a notable example of this being when an edit of George crying came up, him pushing your shoulders as you continued to laugh). 

Eventually the video was being wrapped up and George was preparing to do a sort of sign off when he paused and turned to you.

“I know we aren’t incredibly close…” He started and you prepared for a multitude of questions. You didn’t know him well enough to predict what he might say, so you went over your predisposed answers to questions in your head.

You knew he wouldn’t ask anything uncomfortable, like about your relationship status, or anything really weird, like how many socks do you wash at once. But that left a gaping probability for mildly-weird or mildly-uncomfortable questions. You hoped he wouldn’t ask that, but you were still prepared to be asked if you threw out your receipts or kept them.

“But I didn’t know you knew Korean. How did you learn?” 

Oh. Fuck.

You did not have an answer for that. How the fuck did you not have an answer for that? You definitely should have had an answer for that. Oh wait, you didn’t have an answer because you promised yourself not to tell anyone that you could speak Korean so that you didn’t get that question!

The real, close-friends answer was that Kyungsoo had taught you over a range of years and that you’d taken courses so that you’d be able to talk to his friends and family. However you didn’t have a PR approved answer because you’d never thought that you’d need one. Time to put your problem solving skills to the test. 

“Uhhhhh…” You said, staring confusedly at George, aware of the seconds that had passed while you were internally monologuing. You hoped your expression didn’t convey the level of gob-smacked that you felt but you think it did because George’s face contorted to be one of worry.

“If that’s a sensitive topic or something you don’t have to answer!” He quickly said as though he was trying to fix the situation. You’d later learn the George thought before your video that you were kind of ‘fucking terrifying’ (his words) and that he was scared he’d screwed up by asking you this and one of his ‘hero’s’ (his words) wouldn’t ever want to talk to him again. 

“Nah, nah. It’s ok.” You waved him off, desperately trying to think of something. Oh! You knew exactly what to say.

“Basically I just have this really good friend who is Korean and I asked him to teach me for fun.” You said simply, before realising that wasn’t good enough considering your reaction.

“I was trying to hide how good I’ve gotten to try and surprise him but I guess it’s ok.” You said, a small smile on your face. George relaxed from his tense state and nodded, a small smile playing onto his lips as well.

“Ah that’s cool. Sorry to spoil the surprise.” You waved him off again and he continued the video’s outro.

Another good save, you really oughta be hired to problem-solve. And by problem-solving you mean lying to the media. And George. Poor George. 

2022: (yeah the timelines don’t match, don’t call me out pls)

A loud banging sounded against your hotel door. You groaned, dropping the book onto your chest from where you held it up. Glancing angrily at the door, you rolled out of bed and stomped over to the entrance. You ripped open the door and prepared to start reaming the person on the other side before letting out a high-pitched scream.

You were in Japan for the Suzuka GP. You always didn’t like the Japanese GP because, even though you were incredibly close to Kyungsoo, your schedules never lined up so you could never see him. 

That fact really grinded your gears, but it’s what you get when you try to schedule something with SM Entertainment. A decisive ‘No.’ What a great company. To be honest, was Willaims really any better?

No. No they weren’t. That mere fact infuriated you enough to make you scream. However, it wasn’t the reason you were currently screaming. That was because, standing in your doorway in the middle of the team hotel, was Kai. 

You hadn’t seen him in a few months, you both had busy schedules, so the man appearing on your doorstep was miraculous. You didn’t think of why he was there, or how he got there. You just threw your arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, before immediately regretting it and quickly pulling him into your hotel room before someone came out of their rooms and wondered why he was in front of yours.

“Hi!” He said, laughing as he let himself be pushed into your room despite the fact he could pick you up and throw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked changing your pulling into a hug, squeezing the younger man as though he was your child. You had a serious problem with that, treating men almost your age as children. But Kai was more of a brother than a child, to be quite frank. That distinction just meant that he really really bugged you.

“I have a concert tomorrow and I thought I might just stop in.” He said, a smile on his face. “Though it is only me, sorry.”

“That’s ok!” You said, still in disbelief one of your closest friends was on your doorstep.

“Does Kyungsoo know?” Kai smirked in response to your question. That was answer enough in itself and you slapped Kai on the shoulder.

“You should’ve told him! He might’ve come.” Kai gasped in mock offense.

“What am I not good enough? Would you really prefer your husband that much?” He continued in mock offense and you dead-panned him. He just laughed in response.

“I did have to tell the company I was coming though, and they asked me to film a TikTok with you.” He quickly rushed out and you groaned, staring at the sky. What was up with all of these people wanting you to do TikTok’s?! You had all of your team's PR people constantly chasing you with a camera and now you had Kai asking for a video.

“Fine.” You ground out and Kai grinned, purposely ignoring your annoyance.

“Fantastic!” He said and quickly whipped out his phone, launching into his plans of what to film. Your only artistic input was that he had to cool it on the filters or else you wouldn’t film. 

The video started with the familiar sound of Peaches by Kai and a hand knocking on your hotel door, you opening the door curiously. As the chorus sounded, you recorded Kai dancing in your doorway, incredibly aware of the chance of any of your colleagues walking into the hallway and wondering what the fuck was going on.

The video continued after the chorus, Kai recording you slamming the door in his face with a confused expression. The video then ended with a still image of the both of you doing a heart together with your hands and you let Kai go rampant on the filters, hearts and sparkles flying around on the screen. 

When you watched it back, Kai waiting at your side eagerly to see your reaction, you did your best to hide the laughing fit you had in reaction to the monstrosity. You couldn’t quite hide the gasps that were leaving you though and Kai frowned.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You said, through your giggles and he smiled.

“I know. It’s fantastic.” You only nodded because you couldn’t trust yourself to talk, a small whine escaping through your lips at the struggle of not laughing.

“Do you want to see the caption?” He asked and you violently nodded your head. 

“Please.” 

“P15 but still P1 EXO-L.” He read out and you just hung your jaw open. “You bastard!” You laughed out. 

“I put it in Korean as well.” Your only response was to hit him, hard, while still laughing and shaking your head.

“Should we run it by your PR team before posting?” Kai asked, taking a serious note. You looked to him and sucked in air through your teeth.

“Nahhhh.” You replied and he shrugged, and clicked post.

“I should probably tell Kyungsoo you were here before he finds out through the internet.” You said, reaching for your phone. Kai nodded vehemently.

One phone call later, an angry Kyungsoo and an apologetic Kai later, the TikTok was making its rounds and your phone was blowing up, your poor PR agent about to have a heart attack.

On that delightful note Kai left your hotel room, farewelled with a minute long hug and a well-wish for his concert, and you were left to phone your PR agent who just screamed into the phone for 10 seconds before actually speaking.

Of course, during the press releases for the rest of the season, you talked about how much of an EXO-L you were and how close of a friend you were to Kai. This didn’t come without dating rumours but, due to one poorly angled camera shot of your disgusted face when a reporter suggested dating to your face, that was shut down pretty quickly. 

Still no one had shipped you with the other EXO members though, so you weren’t even close to losing the bet. (Though you had been asked which EXO member was your favourite, which you responded to with a smirk.)

2023:

It was a good race, you finishing P4 which was a huge improvement since last season. Your team was on top of the moon as were you, smiling from ear to ear. You were currently in the press area, getting asked questions left and right about the car and your performance.

You were adequately responding to each question, sometimes looking questioningly your PR agent when you weren’t sure how to respond. A loud crash sounded through the area that drew the attention of most in the area as a reporters chair fell to the ground. They had jumped up at something on their phone and, like everyone else in the pen, you were wondering what had them so fired up.

Then their eyes darted up and made eye-contact with you. Your internal monologue quickly changed from questioning to a repeated loop of ‘Oh no. Oh no.’ as they advanced your way, moving like a predator stalks their prey. They thrusted their phone under your nose, the shitty little mic attached to it capturing every breath you took and the many cameras in the area capturing your wide eyes.

The reporter addressed you by name before starting to speak.

“Do you know of a man by the name Doh Kyungsoo?” They asked and your world cracked. What on earth had happened? How did they know? All you knew was that it was time for the one acting class your mum had made you take to try and sway you from racing to come to full effect.

“I think he’s from that band Kai’s in, yeah?” You responded after a second of fake pondering. The reporter's eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“You wouldn’t say you were close? Not close enough to get married perhaps?” The reporter asked, clearly trying to stir the pot. Oh my god, was this a prank? How the fuck did they know? How were you supposed to play this off? Would this jeopardize your career?

“Uhhm no…?” You said, incredulously, fixing them a scandalized stare. They sarcastically nodded.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” They said and shoved their phone closer to your face till you saw a picture of you and Kyungsoo on your wedding day. How did they get this? Had one of your small circle leaked something?

You tried not to let the bewilderment you felt show on your face.

“I’m sorry? Are you trying to pass this off as real? It’s obviously photoshopped! I’m so tired of people trying to fabricate a story of me dating every person I’ve interacted with!” You finally snapped, letting a few years of pent up tension out in this moment. The reporter only continued to smirk.

“Oh really!” They said and you wanted to punch them and their snooty little face. To try and display this, your face fell into one of contempt.

“Is that why this image was posted to Doh Kyungsoo’s official instagram account with the caption ‘Sorry for making you lie to the press for eight years!’?” 

They got you there, dam.

Your jaw dropped open, the corners of your mouth rising at the pure hilarity of this situation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing the phone off the reporter and tapping back onto the post. They were right, Kyungsoo had posted to his official instagram that exact post. It was a carousel post with pictures taken of when you’d lied to the press about him, from the initial lying about being in Seoul to a picture of your ringed necklace to a picture of you smirking after being asked which EXO member was your favourite.

You couldn’t help but release a laugh, your hand traveling to cover your open mouth. Why did he post this? 

Wait.

This meant you won the bet. Your head shot up to stare at a camera.

“I won the bet.” You said quietly. The reporter snatched their phone back and stared at you confused. 

“What?” They asked and you whipped your head to them, a large smile spreading across your face.

“I won the bet!” You said eagerly, reaching out to grab their shoulders and rock them back and forth.

“I won the bet!!” You ignored how they shook you off, turning to your PR Agent instead and grabbing them and lifting them up. They hurriedly tapped your back as you lifted them, as though signaling you to drop them, but you ignored that and started spinning them around. 

“I actually can’t believe it, oh my god!” You snapped out of it and dropped your PR Agent, immediately running out of the media pen and back to your driver room, pulling your necklace out of your racesuit and pulling your rings off, placing them back on their correct fingers.

You quickly packed everything up, ignoring the ringing of your phone as your team tried to get you to go to more press conferences and briefings, and you got out of there, on the first plane to Seoul you could book.

When you arrived, after a long plane trip filled with excitement and pictures being taken of you, decked out in your team's merchandise as you sat buzzing in your seat, your phone was completely blowing up, messages from everyone in your contact list and more. You turned it off (you’d deal with it later) after calling an uber to your apartment.

You were jittery the whole ride, hoping that, despite the time of night, Kyungsoo was still awake. When you arrived outside your apartment building, you felt all the tension in your body ease, and you looked up to see the light on in your window. You smiled and took your suitcase handle in hand and ventured into the building, greeting the old lady at the desk.

Riding the lift up to your apartment nearly had you pacing and you almost ran down the hallway towards your door, quickly knocking. You felt the reverberations in the floorboards as Kyungsoo walked over to the door and a sense of euphoria filled you at the familiarity.

The door was barely open before you launched yourself at Kyungsoo, his heavenly laughter filled your ears as he caught you. You quickly found yourself in a kiss before pulling back and peppering kisses all over his face, finding his giggles more lovely than his singing.

You both pulled back just to look in eachothers eyes and you smiled simultaneously. 

“I love you.” You muttered, the happiness from the day finally catching up to you.

“I love you too.” He whispered, tilting his head before going in for another kiss. 

“You know.” He began later that night, when you were just lying in bed cuddling together. You turned your head from its position on his chest to look at him, his eyes remaining on the roof.

“I think I won in the end.” You immediately reared your head back, prepared to object at the sheer wrongness of his answer. He anticipated this though and dropped his hand from where it was combing through your hair to your mouth. He also dropped his head as to make eye contact.

“You stuck by me through everything. Even though you had to lie almost every day and had to listen to millions of rumours about me with other people, you still stayed with me. You learned a whole other language just to know people who knew me. Nothing I will ever say will ever put into perspective how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. The way you’ve loved me will be comparable to nothing other than how much I’ve loved you.” His heartfelt speech made your head vibrate and a few tears left your eyes at his words, him kissing each one away. 

You whined deep in the back of your throat and he released a laugh at your response. 

“You could’ve just said ‘I love you’.” You said quietly.

“That’s true too.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

ahh it's over! dividers from this post btw, it's 11:59 pm let me sleep.

[dreadfuldevotee]

dubai bedroom being the only space with a warm and cosy color palette against the otherwise sterile gray & lifeless penthouse + the constant dom/sub dynamic clearly suggests something ☹️ why are loustatcels still projecting loustats canonical beddeath on loumand ☹️

The more I am forcibly exposed to loumand hate, the closer I get to accepting the long list of Personal Issues that make people so weird about loumand. Most note-worthy being just that so many people still have such regressive ideas about sex and think that BDSM is inherently abusive, specifically that about being dominant in bed. I think the narrative within the show makes it clear without having to spell it out that their sex life is the most stable aspect of their relationship. It's all about "subtext" until you start implying that both Louis and Armand knowingly consented to being in a dom/sub dynamic that was mostly enjoyable and enriching for them both.

I think its interesting to think of it as an extension of their book dynamic, where Armand engages him on an more intellectual level that Lestat did. We can only guess at this point how Louis will talk about his relationship with Armand in hindsight, but continuing with my previously stated beliefs of their sex life- Armand gives him the space to be adventurous with his sexuality. They explore kink and the exchange of power in the bedroom. One of my favorite little blink-and-you-miss-it facts comes from ep 2 where the just sliiiide in the fact that Armand and Louis are doing the "You can fuck them, and I'll eat them" thing that Lestat taunted Louis with. Armand is definitely possessive but unthreatened by human sexual partners that allows them to follow through on the things Lestat was too clingy to allow.

Anyway TL;DR in my heart of hearts, ik Louis and Armand were reaching freak depths no man has ever gone before and will recount the days of sexy guerilla surgery while Lestat/Daniel listen with open confusion and mild horror

[chocsra]

"I see sparks, (really?)"

15! Chuuya x chess player! fem! reader - HIGHSCHOOL AU

A/N: hi guys ik i got requests but i found this idea on tiktok and thought it was so cute so apologies <3 content: pre-relationship, highschool au, idiots in love?, smart! reader, reader sucks at sports, soccer player! chuuya, no intimacy, chess player! reader, i suck at chess so bear w me, chuuyas based off daniel padilla in shes dating the gangster, this sucks and i hate it

Nakahara Chuuya wasn't a fan of strategic games,

even though he got straight As in almost every class, Chuuya hated any and every activity that required him to think and use his brain effectively. A memory he particularly remembered was losing over and over in his famous arcade game; Tekken - and to Osamu? The weird guy he found himself begrudgingly calling him a best friend. The short, competitive ginger boy that loved soccer religiously, hated using his brain; he loved thinking with his legs, or mouth. And he enjoyed it that way.

Focusing on tests and studying wasn't at all foreign to you; sometimes you admit, you loved the academic validation - but the habit just came from your parents pushing you further and further to be able to call themselves stable. An activity you particularly enjoyed was chess, a game with simple rules; ran by the crown of a checkered board. You love searching for possibilites, and using that against someone for the sweet feeling of victory. Chess provided endless possibilites of a win, a stretch in the brain that you felt as if nobody else had - a challenge that wallowed in the sense of logic.

So seeing your classmate, Chuuya Nakahara harshly drop his bag off his shoulders and messily take a seat infront of you in the Chess club's room, was indeed very foreign to you.

Your eyes flited towards his sharp ones; a piercing gaze followed by the uproar of azure gems that bored into the hard wooden table seperating you two. The boy was not the tallest, but he was fairly defined with his body and was well-affiliated with sports such as taekwondo. His hair was messily tied into a low ponytail, swooped to the side. He had silky copper locks with pretty bangs that cascaded his appealing face; sweat was mixed within the soft roots of his hair from being in the sun all day; and from the sun peeking through the windows of the classroom, you could see light bits of freckles spread out across his face.

Nakahara Chuuya wasn't popular, not at all to you; you admit, the boy infront of you would be insanely attractive if he had won the genetic lottery regarding height. However, many girls in the school would agree; Nakahara Chuuya was still attractive.

"Do you need anything?" you ask with a cocked brow, shifting around as you rearrange the pieces on your chess board, providing a clean start if he were to start a match. The redhead scratched his temple, his hands were well defined and inherently soft-looking; his pale skin matched right up to his features. "Hey, [Y/N], right?" he asks, staring at you, since the boy's medium hair was unusally thrown into a ponytail, your eyes wandered to his red jersey and matching basketball shorts; defined arms and shoulders peeking out. "Wanna play a match? Just askin'."

"Hmph," you almost cackle in amusement, this dumbass really didn't know what he was getting himself into. You didn't like to call yourself a nerd, but you were definitely the best player in chess in the school. "yeah, sure." you slightly push the board towards the redhead, prepared for by far the easiest game of your life.

Easiest,

Right, easiest.

You could visit and investigate the seven wonder's of the world and the answer to your mystery would be far from solved. Chuuya strikingly muttered "Checkmate," as your knitted brows fell into shocked ones. "Damn," you curse under your breath, the ginger placed a palm under his cheek, a little bit confused that he won too. The boy's sweaty hair dried from the golden sunlight complimenting his dazzling features in the worst timing possible - the sweatband wrapped around his head lifted his ginger bangs slightly.

"Well," the redhead gets up begrudgingly, a proud smile present on his face, leaving you hanging. "I gotta go," he quips happily. "This was really fun." Chuuya smiles, patting your shoulder affectionately as he passes by you to leave. What the fuck?

If word got out that Nakahara Chuuya, beat you fair and square in a chess match, your reputation as a smart kid would be maybe a little tainted. Fret not, you would ask for a rematch with the boy, this time sure you would win. His victory made you a little angry towards him; sometimes wishing he'd get hit with a soccer ball, or stuck in a basketball hoop. But the antagonistic view you had on the ginger changed, as you saw him talking with the gym coach.

"Oh yeah - I got to play a chess match with [Y/N]." The boy added, placing his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, your gym coach's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Ah, [Y/N]?" The relationship of physical education and you were not on the best terms, so seeing the school's coach talking casually with the shorter boy was definitely unusual. Chuuya softly kicked a rock on the ground, his hair almost perfectly framing his face. "Mhm," he mutters, then turning back to look at your teacher. "So who won?"

A gaping feeling in your chest arose as the words came out of your coach's mouth - if a teacher or two finds out you got wrecked by the athletic delinquent, you would for sure be done for, right? The redhead chuckles and sctratches the side of his temple, seething his teeth as you wait in anticipation,

"She did."

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Hiiiiiiii, I'm so happy that you're active here again, you're one of my favorite accounts and the one I like to follow the most 😭☺️🫵🏻

What are your favorite headcanon or non canon (sorry if I wrote it wrong) from the plot? In fact, I read those posts you made about the canon of the novel, and you forgot to mention one. In the following episode or in a few episodes after Betty presents the real balance, Mario greets Marcela in the Ecomoda, she makes a joke about him being a great writer (because of the story of the letter with instructions), and says that he would be the best man at her wedding to Armando.

I'm practically 100% sure that this scene really happened and that I saw it, I'm not crazy lol but if it was another dialogue or I'm wrong, someone please let me know.

Hiiii!! I'm so glad you like my little blog🥰🥰🥰

I think I got slightly confused with your question, but I'll give you both my fav canon details (things that actually happened in the show) and my fav headcanons (things that aren't in the show but I totally wish they were!):

For the actual canon:

Patty trying to burn her ex's car. As if we needed any more proof that she's wrong in the head lmao

Betty and Armando both loving jazz and canonically quoting poems to each other!

Armando and Mario have been friends since they were in school!

Mario has such a phobia of kids that he straight up refused to meet family members until they were at least like 10 years old lmaoooo

Armando, a guy obsessed with order or cleanliness, nibbles on objects when anxious or stressed

Daniel does this too, and also bites his nails, btw

Daniel gives candy to Marcela everytime he sees her!

Armando's glasses and tie represent him. When he takes the glasses off, he's being vulnerable. When he takes the tie off, he's in a pretty bad mental state

Somewhere in Ecomoda's digit archives is a 9 pages word document detailing everything that happened between Daniel and Patricia and how Olarte and her caused damage to Betty's computer. The fact that it exists to this day and no one ever found the truth tortures me lmao

As for my favorite headcanons! They're just little things I kinda think could be true about the characters but nothing was ever said or full states about it:

Nicolás can't cook at all, not even a simple scrambled egg, but he makes the best bread ever. Literally the only reason I think this is because his mom has a bakery

Margarita and Roberto were a little similar to Marcela and Armando when young (much younger than Marcela and Armando were during the show, which is why they're frustrated that they haven't outgrown that reckless "phase"). My only reason to like this idea is that Margarita insists that Marcela needs to be patient and wait and that men will always need a refuge and get tired eventually, like she knows what she's talking about; like she knows what that's like. Roberto also seems to cough a little uncomfortable when Margarita and him are talking to Armando and she says something about how she would have left Roberto if he had hired a hot secretary or something along those lines lmao and Ik thinking that Roberto was a womanizer in his youth is so weird because he seems such a down to earth mature man, but believe me, you'd be surprised how much a former womanizer can change with age lmao

Armando was very good with sports, and he specially liked contact ones like boxing

Marcela was definitely the type of little girl who waited besides the front door and jumped excitedly when she saw her dad come home. We know she was her dad's favorite, that's canon

Margarita and Susana were away for a big part of their children's childhood. I think this because Roberto says that during the early days of Ecomoda, Margarita and Susana were in charge of the interior design and the design of the collections, and also that they traveled a lot

Armando was a very troubled teenager. My reason to think this is that, well, just look at how he is in the novela, and now imagine him with all the raging hormones of a teen, probably slightly absent parents, and an underdeveloped frontal lobe lmaoooo

The Valencias' parents died when Marcela, Daniel, ans Beata were kids. I like this better than them dying when the Valencia's are adults. This is technically canon but also not because the novela literally onlh mentions their deaths in relation to their kids' age TWICE and ysblf still managed to contradict itselfffffff. But I like to think that Julio qnd Susana died when their kids were little because it would explain a lot of their kids' behavior: Daniel, after losing his parents at a young age and being the oldest and only male in the family, he tried to grow up too quickly which is why even when he actually became an adult he's pretty much a charicature of what a 13 yo would think as mature: very serios, snarky, sarcastic, apparently stoic, rude, overly sexual, etc. He pretty much got stuck as a teen. Marcela, being a daddy's girl and losing him so young, she became unheathily attached to Armando. Maria Beatriz, being so young when her parents died, just ignores the whole thing and has no big sentimental attachment to Ecomoda or the family in general like Marcela does.

Armando was a big source of comfort when Marcela's parents died. I like to think this because a) we know they've known each other their whole lives, b) Armando can actually be affectionate and tender with Marcela, as we see only like once at the very beginning of the show, and c) strictly related to my hc above, I think it could be in part how she found refuge in Armando when kids after her parents died that she became so obsessily attached

Armando and Marcela were an on-and-off/ situationship thing for years. Not like actual bf/gf, but more like that awkward tension and perhaps a few kisses here and there, some hand holding, all of that. Armando probably also wasn't sure about formalizing the relationship for a long, long time, and it also probably took a lot of convincing from Roberto and Margarita to finally take that step

So yeah! Those are a few canon and headcanons that I like a lot hahaha! Thank you for this lovely question!

[bluurene]

i’m gonna need you to share more of your dom!hanni thoughts because it feels like you left us hanging and now i want more ty 😩

OOPSIES!! sorry for that lol, I've been getting sick lately(i sitll am) BUT HERES SOME DOM HANNI THOUGHTS FOR U GUYS AS PART OF MY APOLOGY FOR NOT POSTING MUCH💗

anyway omg, this pic of hanni is making me go crazy. am i the only one seeing a bit of her abs there???

and her biceps?? u cant tell me that she has not been secretly going to the gym.

ERMMMM now what if dom hanni makes u ride on her abs? you guys get what i mean.

imagine her coming back from the gym or some shit and while she was working out, she was thinking of u riding her abs instead of her thighs or strap-on. she would def come home early, feeling exicted about trying it out and when she got home, you were confused as to why she was acting thag way. you thought that she got a plushie from the claw machine or smtg but ur wrong!

she told her about her idea and you were thinking of it for a moment then agree to do it. so now she laying on the couch with u ontop of her and riding her abs. she cpuld feel ur wetness and she likes it so much, she starts guiding your hips and everything..HSHSJSKS..ik she would say things like "look at you getting wet from my abs.." AND MORE

andandandad she also likes how you grab her strong biceps when ur about to cum like..!! she groans a bit when u squeeze it tight, SHE LOVES IT.

anyway.

thats all for my dom hanni thoughts anonn💋

also a danielle x fem reader fic is comin uo soon!!

[brenw376]

No I was just confused cause there was a tweet saying “j***n daniels fans thinking juju fc only bothered cause they may be dating like chile ifykyk” so if it isn’t bc of that? Then what is, why are they trolling them, did he do something else? Sorry I just feel like they know something we don’t😭

i honestly don’t know boo, @bffrchai do you?? ik it started bc of that one deleted post that was like “y’all have competition” but other than that i’ve got nothing

[maxtermind]

i love how you have a set characterization for each of the drivers for all your texts. i love going “oh i could DEFINITELY see *insert driver* saying/doing this at some point ”, i’m honestly obsessed. plus, for some reason my faves from your texts are always lando’s and charles’, they get me cackling so loud everytime. 😭😂

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH🫶

I've said it before but it annoys me so much when I can't see a character saying/doing things that don't align with their persona

maybe I'm the problem but THANK YOU FOR VALIDATING ME ANYWAY ILY.

lando and charles are the shit talkers, I always know their texts are going to be the funniest and most annoying lol

my old texts are missing said characterization as well so ik it takes time to get a hold of personalities but writing things that are way off are...

was just reading a fic where lewis said something so misogynist and like???? that's NOT him at all omg

maybe they confused lewis with daniel lololol

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ⛈️

We had just arrived at Damien’s Mom's house. The thunderstorm continued, so Nico and I had to spend the night there. As I wanted to call my Mom, to tell her not to worry, Ana also called me, to tell me Daniel was back home. I was confused!?... I couldn’t believe it and I was annoyed by some things Ana did. Why was she at our place to talk to D.? Why is Ana meddling in my affairs? I mean, I get it! She was worried about him, she loved Daniel, just like my whole family did. But why did she have to mention that.... Lexi- shit? And why does she always think Alex is responsible for D.'s & my probs? Anyway, it pissed me off. And Nico was sitting right next to me while I was on the phone with Ana & my Mom. So he knew it too now, that D. was back. 😞

Me (to N.): I’m so sorry.... But trust me, it doesn’t change anything. I promise.... Uhm... I'll step out for a sec. I-...I have to call Ana back.

Nico: It's raining buckets!! Where you going? It's crazy out there.

Me: I-.... I just have to get out. Don't worry N., it's-... it's all fine. ok?

Nico: I'm going with you. 😟

Me: No! Please, don't. I just need to be by myself for a while. 😞

I'm so stupid!!! No one was out in the fucking weather, expect me, fool!... I had some questions for Ana. She said Daniel seemed high to her. I wanted to know why? Why did she think that? Well, Ana meant D. smoked, when she saw him. Actually, she was right. Daniel only smoked when he was high, or when we tried to get off that damn durg. I was worried about him, but at the same time, also mad. By now I knew, that Daniel saw Irena, just before he left 4 months ago. He was in her apartment. I didn’t know why he was there, at Irenas and his former place? Irena didn't want to tell me more.

Ana: Where are you anyway? Are you out there alone?

Me: Ah... yea, I'm alone.... Agh, Ana? Um... shit. The reception here's poor. Wait, I’m going in a different direction. Maybe it's better there?.... I think I’m gonna call Daniel.

Ana: You should go back to the house, to N. Just text Daniel. Tell him you'll be back home soon. But you don't have to call him, now A.!

Me: I’m afraid to tell him, Ana... And I feel so shitty about N., too. I'm so horrible. 😞

Ana: Yea. I get you. But Nico knew what he was getting into.

Me: Still, he also has feelings. N. is not an ass, as you all think. And I love him.

Me: Ana?.... Hello?... Ana!... Ugh, shit. 😨

Perfect timing. My phone died. 🤦‍♀️I was so absorbed in talking to my sister, that I got lost! I had no reception near Damien’s house, so I went in a completely different direction, but now, I did not know where I was? I decided to go back the way I went. Couldn't be so difficult, I thought....🧐

I was wrong! I got a.... little mental breakdown?... I wandered blind through an unknown area. Because of the heavy rain I could hardly open my eyes. I started to panic. I couldn’t use my phone to call N. He’ll think I left him, to rush home to Daniel. I was so worried about that. Nico told me himslef, just a few days ago, that he doesn’t trust me anymore. He's gonna hate me! 😨 And my Baby won’t have a Dad or a family bcs of me. 😭... I tried not to think about it, but about the tips my therapist taught me, to better deal with my panic attacks. And yea, I calmed down. I looked around again. I tried to concentrate to keep my eyes open. I saw two houses in the street where I was. I made my way towards the houses, to ask someone for help. But then I changed my mind. Somehow I didn’t feel good about ringing at strangers. I was afraid a psycho could lure me into his house. 😬 Yup, that's from watching so many horror movies, Ik!

Besides, I noticed that the road I was on, was a sign pointing to a bar and some shops, that should be just around the corner. I decided to try this first, before... well, I get killed by a sicko. Believe me, I have often run into some sick guys in my life. That’s why I was so insecure.

Meanwhile the others were starting to worry about me. Nico couldn’t find me outside and my phone was off too. He asked Damien to help him look for me. Oh, and the electricity was cut.  Allegedly, an important power pole was damaged by lightning. 🤷‍♀️

As you can see, I did not end up in a bar, but went to a shop that was open. I was so relieved when I saw other people there. They were surprised by the thunderstorm. Now they’ve been stuck in that small twon for two hours. They couldn’t get home. The streets were closed due to flooding and some other probs. Anyway, I was looking for the shop assistant to ask if I could use their phone. I just wanted to call N. to tell him where I was. Finally I found a young woman standing behind the counter, admiring herself in the mirror and taking selfies. I think she was about to go home? She grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulder....

Me: Hi!... Um, excuse me?... Sorry, I don’t want to disturb you. Um, may I short use the phone here somewhere? I’m not from this area, just visiting, but I got lost. I just want to call my boyfriend so he doesn’t worry about me.

Girl: Oh, hi!... Sorry, but we are having technical probs with our phone connection atm. But, you know what? You can use my phone for a second. I hope it works. I just got off the phone with my brother and my mom. Let's try.

Me: Omg, I know you! (😡) Is your brother Damien?

Yes, I met Diana. Damien's Twin Sister. Let’s see if she remembers me? 😒... Oh, and btw, I didn’t really get lost. I just have a terrible sense of direction! Damien’s house was only 2 blocks away!!! So I went in the right direction, but.... somehow I didn’t recognize the surroundings. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

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[steppingstar]

(SPOILERS FOR LOOKISM 536)

just read new lookism chapter..no wonder the crewheads were so weak LOL i was confused!! vin fighting the head while vasco just watched was def something..😭 i love vin but i hate seeing him fight its so like. gnarly? it’s like i can feel it whenever he grips his opponent, like when he had his finger digging into the guys throat i was clutching my neck bro i got phantom pains TT the new characters introduced seem pretty interesting and i’m veryyyy curious to see how they’ll fare against allied tbh we MIGHT be a little cooked. i am. a little concerned for zack and hudson honestly..also i can’t believe daniel got stabbed wtf LOL jay’s face after ik he was mad af. i wanna see jay fight so bad it’s been too long. and james lee and shin arim are still sexy…lord….

[nightcolorz]

🌍 and 🔍 obviously for Armand

Fuck yes tysm anon looooove this animal!!!! "Obviously for Armand" is killing me like yes so true he is my brand

🔎: something about the modern era not referenced in the books that you think [insert character] would find upsetting or confusing + why?

This almost feels too obvious but the invasion of Ukraine I imagine would be pretty triggering and upsetting for Armand. For pretty self explanatory grew up in Kiev under invasion slash power of Ghengis Khan subsequent kidnapping and selling trauma.

On a less serious note I think Armand would find combat video games rlly confusing lmao. Ik this is probably a hot take but I have reasoning ! In devil's minion Armand describes to Daniel how he doesn't understand war or violence between men cuz violence to him isn't something he would ever choose, it's not exciting to him and it doesnt like call to him the way he imagines it does to other ppl, he is only so violent because he was born into violence raised to become used to pain and as a vampire violence is inherent + necessary.

So like I imagine if he found out about first person shooters killing games etc he wouldn't understand why they exist 😭 I think he'd really enjoy the technological and mechanic aspects that go into a game and find them really appealing for that reason (I could def see Armand having a gamer phase) but conceptually killing games would confuse him. I imagine while crushing Daniel in call of duty Armand's questioning him the whole time over why it is so overwhelmingly common for mortals to design experiences were they can fantsize about taking life while Daniel is just like oh my god Armand its not that deep ur distracting me 😭

🌍: if [insert character] were human and so was everyone else, what would their life be like? for example: what would their career be? where would they live? what about their relationship to [insert character]?

Oooo don't u dare activate human au brain (excitement). I love human aus cuz it strips away any supernatural justification for the characters being so fucked up and instantly reduces them to guys who r just like that it's so funny.

I could see Armand as an interior designer, smth sort of formulaic but still artistic. Interior design calls to me for him cuz of his passion for designing his loved ones elaborately lavish living spaces as a form of love language (trinity gate, night island). Obvs I have a human au and my Armand live's in New York, so I'm gonna go with that. Interior designer living in New York Lmao whose in the worst ever pseudo polycule with his old friend (derogatory) Lestat, Lestat's husband Armands ex husband (non literal) slash current boyfriend Louis and his bitch he keeps on a leash and does kink with in non consenting public spaces Daniel.

It feels so silly saying this cuz my fic is literally a social media au but I think that in a general human au Armand would not use social media like he'd have accounts and use the Internet but I can not see him blogging tweeting tiktoking etc. having a social media presence requires a certain level of gratification and enjoyment with sharing urself with others and being a public figure that army doesnt have lmao he hates to be perceived + consumed and thats what being online is all about ❤️

Anyways relationship wise I think Daniel is the most interesting to talk about in a human au cuz there relationship is so centrally vampiric like the whole conflict and crazy devotion comes from that, and in my heart and soul a human devil's minion has the same insanity that is justified by Daniel just being very mentally ill and Armand just being very into bdsm and blood play role play shit, love wins. Kidding they r both very mentally ill, I imagine the vampire conflict would translate into daniel being crazy obsessed with Armand and desperately longing for a deeper emotional intimacy and commitment, maybe even marriage, and armand keeps pushing him away cuz for trauma reasons he likes to keep ppl at arms length, so they r just doing bdsm shit but they r in love and army doesn't know what to do with that cuz the vulnerability of being emotionally intimate is scarier then physical esp when u have the power in the sexual dynamic. also Daniel alcoholism plus Armand every disorder and trauma is a formula for big blow out arguments all the time. Maybe they get healthy one day and adopt some fuck ass kid or two (Benji and sybelle wink wink)

Human au Marius wise makes me shudder cuz the most canon accurate stand in would be Marius adopts Armand when he's a kid or takes him in, fosters him, etc which is pretty hashtag disturbing 😭 but if I were to write a human au that's not millennia gate (my fic) that's what I'd do 😊

Armands history with Lestat and Louis I imagine would be pretty similar to canon just to a smaller less vampiric scale cuz queer ppl r just like that they r all exes they r all dating and having casual sex and marrying. I would elaborate more on this but I would just be semi spoiling my plans for my fic Lmao so ig stay tuned

Anyways love u for this anon I love Armand love that animal he is my fav ever shrieks and explodes

[juspeahcy]

HII IK IM SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE A AATC ACCOUNT BUT I MADE THIS AMAZING NINJAGO FIC THAT COULD BE READ WITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING OF THE FANDOM AND I WOULD OVE IF U READ IT :)))

NAME; ALWAYS

Song based on; Always - Danial ceasar

Jay never knew why Nya pushed herself away from him like she did, and every time she looks back at the years they had, he can't help but feel somber about all that went to waste.

Could he go back and talk to Nya about why what they had faded away like a spark? Of course, he could, but maybe he could think of a moment in time where it started.

When he and her grew too far apart.

---

The first and starter of their relationship fading was at the end of Freshman year. High school was rough, and no one told the group of the upcoming drama that they would face, but they pushed through nevertheless. But at times like this when stress was high, people grow apart.

So with the stress of assignments and grades, the group grew distant in the middle of the year. So when Kai suggested that they all should hang out one day at lunch, who could say no?

Nya could refuse, and that she did.

Of course, it disappointed everyone that Nya wouldn't come and their group couldn't be whole, but in the end, Jay felt like he was the most disappointed.

Of course, Jay loved talking to the guys; they were all in sync with each other and practically brothers. But in the end, Jay loved Nya more than he loved talking to the guys.

So when he knocks on the door of the Smith residence to be met with the familiar face of Nya wearing gray sweats and a matching gray hoodie, he was surprised and confused.

The second she opened the door, and he saw her, they made eye contact for a few seconds before Nya broke it, which was never out of the usual for them when they met each other. But the conversation that followed after that is what shook him.

They stood in silence for a moment, avoiding each other's gazes before Jay decided to speak up and break the ongoing silence.

"Hey Nya!" He greeted, leaving Nya startled at the sudden sound.

"Oh... Hey Jay," she mumbled, sounding disappointed with his arrival, leaving Jay a bit empty.

Usually, when she greeted the boy, she had the same if not more energy than him. This was definitely a new and strange sight for Jay to see.

"How are you?" he asked, trying to ignore the emptiness he felt from the greeting.

But the next lines out of her mouth were even more strange.

"I'm fine, wanna come in?" she said in a hushed tone as she opened the door wider for the brunette to enter.

He didn't know why she was talking so quiet and quick to him as if she didn't want him to know anything about her. But from experience, he knew better than to question Nya and ask her what's up.

(But looking back, he should've asked)

The second he walked inside the house, however, he nearly forgot about the awkward-going conversation. The Smith residence had always been like a second home to Jay since he practically grew up there, and with its homey and warm atmosphere.

It also differed from his own home because it was safe and surrounded by a community that could help and would help if they were needed rather than living in the middle of nowhere around scraps and junk that could possibly kill you.

But the conversation soon came back to his head when Nya came in front of him to sit down on the single-person couch, pulling out her phone to do who knows what.

And he must've been standing there for quite a while because all he could hear is Nya's voice yelling at him, but muffled as if he were in a pool.

"Jay! Wake up! Your friends are waiting for you!" and that's when he felt himself wake up from his slumber underwater.

First, he looked at Nya, and saw how she was right up in his face holding her hand up and waving it.

And that's when the countless amount of questions started to float around in his head.

Your Friends? Doesn't she mean our Friends? Why isn't she even coming with us to hang out? She seems to be here just chilling like?

And that's when he said it.

"Why aren't you coming to hang out with us?" he blurted, not able to shush himself in time.

As she was in front of him, he saw her eyes widened with shock at his sudden outburst and then filled with an emotion he couldn't exactly pinpoint at all.

"I'm going to hang out with Skylor, we already made plans before Kai asked us all to hang out at lunch," she answered wearily, putting her hand down to her side.

And that made Jay's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. First, he asked an out-of-line question out of nowhere, even though he didn't want to, and then he gets the most common answer to that same question. He thought as he mentally facepalmed at his stupidity.

"Oh," he answered, "yeah, that makes sense."

"Yeah."

They stood in place like that a bit longer, the tension and awkwardness growing as Jay faked clearing his throat.

"Well, I'll get going upstairs," he says, putting a knife through the tension as he scrambled out of her way, now realizing how very close they were together.

When halfway up the stairs, he yelled goodbye to which he got no response to.

And when the group asked him why he took so long to get to Kai's house, he lied and said that the bus was running late instead of telling them of his encounter with Nya.

---

The second instance where Jay should've known that he and Nya's relationship was fading was when she left their shared lunch table to sit with her other friends.

In the beginning of their high school journey, they all made a unanimous decision when they picked what table they wanted to sit at. It was the table in the middle of the cafeteria with all the other tables surrounding it as if it was the sun.

When they sat at the table, they felt like they were the only ones in the cafeteria, not being able to hear anything but themselves. No drama, no hate, no nothing.

It was just them and their other friends they would occasionally invite like Skylor, Okino, and Pixal.

But there was a break in the newfound decision when Nya told them she would go sit with her other friends because Skylor invited her.

And of course, everyone was happy that she was branching out and making new friends, and even sitting with them. But Jay couldn't help but linger on her as she walked over to Skylor's table, getting situated.

The table consisted of many people Jay knew but not personally as others. Sitting there was Karloff, a boy in his math class, Skylor, one of his close friends, Shade, a guy he knew nothing about, and Tox, a girl in his gym class.

And it didn't help that the table was right in front of Jay, and he could see her laughing and talking.

And it also sucked that she didn't give him that type of look and passion she gave her other friends.

Ever since their awkward conversation from last year, they've been odd with each other. Nya didn't text Jay as much as she used to, and at lunch, she always looked half-interested when he talked.

But as Jay caught even more glances of her laughing and smiling, he couldn't help but feel happy too.

At least she was smiling.

But

Jay couldn't say that for himself because after that lunch, Nya started coming to their table less, and Jay couldn't help like there was a rip in their table, letting in a bit of hate, drama, and everything.

---

Jay dreaded lunch after Nya left.

All he saw everywhere he turned was Nya talking to her other friends like how she used to talk to them, and it hurt Jay so much.

Watching the person he used to laugh with all the time laugh with someone else was just heartbreaking.

But the pain was just even more unbearable when their other friends started talking about Nya as well at lunch.

Lunch had just started, and the guys were sitting down for a bit like they always did before they got up and got their food when the lunch line was less crowded.

And usually in moments like this, they would talk about their classes and stuff like that. But today the subject had to be Nya, and it was all Kai's fault.

"Hey Jay, did Nya ever tell you that she's leaving the mechanic club to join the marching band?" Kai asked, with eyebrows raised as he looked at Jay awaiting an answer.

Jay, on the other hand, was confused. Nya was quitting the mechanic club, surely he would've told her since they co-created this club together right?

"Uh, no she didn't tell me that," Jay muttered, confusion written all over his face as Kai just shrugged off his answer.

"Well, that's strange, but I guess that explains why she wasn't annoyed this morning," he chuckled, pushing his hair back.

"What do you mean that makes sense?" Jay cried out as Cole let out a howl.

"Jay, you sure that Nya didn't tell you? Like seriously? I thought you two were tight," Cole called out, banging his fist on the table.

"Well truth be told, we haven't been talking as much as we used to," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"What, that's crazy, she didn't tell you about it really?" Kai exclaimed.

"You thought I was lying? We just haven't been like that." Kai sighed.

"Wait, she didn't tell you about that? I thought she would?" Lloyd jumped in, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I as well would think she would tell you," Zane admitted.

And that's when everyone started bringing up things Jay could only assume happened in the past month that he didn't know about as he shook his head to all of them.

Jay was stunned, how could he not know about all of this stuff?? Was he that disconnected to his best friend that his other friends knew more about her than he did? Were they even best friends anymore?

He didn't just dread lunch; he despised it.

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The last big moment that flew over Jay's head was the fact that he was erased from Nya's phone.

Jay was up at night studying for finally the last test of the year before it would finally be time for him to get his high school diploma, and he was ready.

As he grabbed his cup of coffee and sipped a bit, he was startled when the phone from his pocket vibrated and startled him close to spilling his drink everywhere.

Groaning, he placed his cup down and grabbed his phone from his pocket, wondering what app could possibly be notifying him about anything at this house. But to his surprise, it was none other than Nya, which shocked Jay.

Nya and Jay haven't texted in a while; their relationship only surviving on the few interactions they've had in school and after school when their paths were combined.

So Jay being excited was to undermine what he was feeling in that moment, maybe joy or something bigger.

When Jay opened his phone and looked at the message, however, his heart dropped.

Nyyy<3: This is Jay's number right? Sorry for bothering you at this hour, I'm just looking through old contacts.

Did Nya really forget his number? She didn't even have it saved in her phone anymore? Is that why she hadn't been texting him lately? Did she really just forget about him like that.

Jay: No haha, it's fine Nya.

Nyyy<3: Glad to know! See you at school tomorrow :)

Jay: See you at school too :)

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It was kind of pathetic to know how much hope he got from the smiley face.

Looking back at everything, he could tell which one was where everything shattered because every moment had broken a piece of him equally.

But maybe today would change everything as he jumped into his parents' old Jeep, fixing the grad hat on his head as they rode off to the school to see Jay finally graduate and move to the next stage of his life.

The ride wasn't necessarily far since the school was practically outside of his home, but Jay couldn't feel like it was forever ever since he'd seen his friends, but more specifically Nya.

After reflecting a bit, he realized something; he's been dependent on her to fix the relationship when she might not even know he was hurting because of that. He couldn't expect Nya to read his mind, so in order for him to fix his mistake, he would talk to her today and ask her if they could catch up.

When they were at school, Jay saw all of his friends (minus Nya) outside waving at him, and he practically jumped out of the car into their arms as he started sobbing about how this might be the last time they're all whole while the others shook it off as him being overly dramatic.

But that only lasted a few minutes before they entered the building to where everything would be official, and maybe the building that starts the repairing of he and Nya's relationship. He was so excited for it all today.

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Graduation was finally over, and a bit longer than Jay thought it would be, but he was happy that he was able to spend the time with his friends and how they were all able to walk the stage (even Kai). But now there was only one thing left for him to do.

They were all outside of the school, taking pictures with their parents, first the whole group and then some duos like Lloyd and Kai, until Edna, Jay's mom, pointed something out.

"Oh, boys! Where's Nya? I really want a picture of you all and her!" His mom said in her usual cheery voice, leaving the boys to notice the absence of their friend.

But Jay took this as an opportunity to be able to talk to Nya.

"I'll go find her!" he exclaimed as he immediately started walking away to find out where Nya could be.

It was a few minutes before Jay spotted the girl. He didn't see her earlier, so he was surprised to see that she had her hair down and had makeup on as she talked to Shade with the same smile that was his smile from her.

And that's when he realized.

That smile wasn't meant for him anymore; he was replaced.

She finally moved on from Jay Walker while he still kept her close. And though he had a chance to finally fix everything between them when in reality nothing needed to be fixed, they just grew apart.

They just grew apart.

He glanced at her again and decided something; he may not be her Jay Walker, but she will always be his Nya Smith, and he'll wait many centuries just for her to call him hers again.

He walked away from them and went back to the group, lying that he hadn't seen her, and he knew he uppsetted his mother, but he was doing a Nya a favor.

She definetly needed a break from him.

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