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[ham1lton]

WELCOME TO MIAMI

pairings: (platonic) oscar piastri x reader.

summary: after the miami grand prix, you and some of your fellow drivers go out for karaoke and drinks for ‘bonding’ according to a certain lando norris.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and strip clubs. also you pretend to be oscar’s wife and there is mentions of alleged infidelity but it’s obviously fake.

author’s note: this is slightly long but i promise you it’s worth the read. this is my apology for being inactive due to uni so let me know if you enjoyed! also i made the meme at the end and i’m proud of myself so cheer me on :D

— part of the maneater series ꕤ.

“i’m just not in the mood lando.” you throw yourself onto your very comfortable hotel bed. the sheets were soft and pillowy, are these thousand thread sheets? you don’t know what they were but they sound fancy. you flip yourself onto your back. “karaoke sounds awful right now. i need to be alone to drown my sorrows.”

“don’t be so dramatic y/n.” you can practically hear george’s eyeroll through the phone. he’s snatched lando’s phone for himself now. “this’ll be good for you.”

“i lost embarrassingly to max, it was the worst race of my entire career! i don’t deserve to celebrate or have fun.”

“you got p4.” george’s voice is deadpan. “get out of your hotel room, stop wallowing and i’ll get logan to pick you up.”

“why me?” logan asks in the background. “get an uber maneater!”

“she won’t come if no one forces her!” he’s right, you think bitterly. you would have ignored the uber even if the driver came up to your hotel room door and knocked five times. even if he opened the door and threw a bucket of cold water on your head and then threatened oscar’s life.

you knew why logan had to be the one to pick you up. it couldn’t be george. he’s annoyed you recently. he beat you to getting the podium today. it couldn’t be lando because he’s supporting george’s antics of dragging you out. it couldn’t be alex because he didn’t text his girlfriend to ask her about where she got her cute t-shirt that she wore on his recent instagram dump. you really liked that t-shirt. “logan is on his way. we’re giving you thirty minutes and if you’re not outside, i’m calling sebastian.”

“NO!”

“YES!” before you can try and rebuttal his statement, he’s hung up on you. well, there is no way you’re going out so george russell and his clique can shove that up their asses. you open netflix, and get yourself ready for a quiet night in.

one hour later, you found yourself at the karaoke bar that the guys had rented out for the night. logan running up to you, swinging the car’s rental keys around his fingers.

“i want you to know,” you breathed out, giving him the side-eye. “i hate this. i truly do.”

“i know.” logan nodded.

“i hate you.”

“know that too.” logan nodded again. “which isn’t fair really. this isn’t my fault.”

“fine. i hate you and all of them.” you gestured at the karaoke bar where lando had already gotten a few shots in his system and was belting out a britney song. “god. this is a bastardisation of a classic.”

“you know lando.” logan shrugged, opening the door for you. “after you.”

“since when were you a gentleman?”

“since i was about 76% sure that if you didn’t go before me, you’d order an uber and go straight back to the hotel.”

“i was thinking that.”

george is already slightly drunk when he spots you, opening his arms wide at your entrance. alex is sipping on a bottle of imported beer. very pretentious.

“maneater!” george grins. “the party don’t start till she walks in!”

oscar looks like he’s already regretting this. oscar and you had been best friends ever since you realised you both had a low tolerance for bullshit. you roll your eyes at george who pretends to pout but uses it as an excuse to order more shots.

“did they drag you out too?” oscar nods, like every movement pains him. “you want something to drink?”

“no. i’m hungry.”

“i think the only place open right now besides here is a strip club.”

“they have food?”

“let’s google.” after a few searches on your phone you find out the strip club has a menu. “apparently they serve chicken wings and fries.”

“let’s go.”

“wait!” you grab oscar’s arm. “you can’t go to a strip club! think about the optics or something. the media will spin it like ‘crazy f1 sex-addicted rookie’. is that what you want your legacy to be?”

“i won’t have a legacy if i starve to death.” oscar rolls his eyes. then he turns to logan. “throw me your rental keys logan, maneater and i are going to the drive-thru.”

“no.” george says sternly. as sternly as one can be while slightly drunk and a shirt that loses a button every ten minutes. how was it looser than it was two seconds ago? “you can’t leave. if you leave, you won’t come back.”

“okay?” oscar raised an eyebrow. “we’re grown george. you can’t keep us here.”

“one song and you can go.”

“that’s ridiculous.”

“one song. that’s all i’m asking.” george raises his hands. “then you can leave. unless, you’re too chicken.”

“i’m very much chicken. bye.” oscar gets up to leave before you stop him.

“c’mon. one song isn’t a bad compromise and we’re already here.” you shrug. “might as well.”

“you can do it. i’ll watch.” you stick your tongue out at oscar’s reluctance.

“lando, will you do it with me?”

“sure as long as i’m choosing the song!” lando grins as oscar gives you both the side eye. you weren’t much of an adrenaline junkie off the track and in private, you were very different to the maneater persona you would show in public. lando chooses nelly furtado’s ‘promiscuous’ but he sings her parts and you sing timbaland’s. you kill it, if you do say so yourself.

as soon as you’re done, oscar holds up the keys to the rental that logan had brought you in and you follow him out on your search for dinner. as you and oscar make your way to the car, you realise that the only place open for food at this hour is, unfortunately, that strip club down the street.

"you're kidding, right?" oscar gives you a disbelieving look.

you shrug. "hey, they serve food and you’re hungry. desperate times call for desperate measures."

with a reluctant sigh, oscar unlocks the car and you both climb in. you arrive at the strip club, the neon lights flashing in the night. as you enter, you can't help but feel a little out of place amidst the scantily clad dancers and dimly lit atmosphere.

“we're not staying for the show," you say firmly to oscar as you approach the bar.

"i wasn’t trying to," oscar looks around warily.

the smell of greasy food wafts over from the corner where a small kitchen is tucked away.

"we're really doing this," you mutter to oscar as you make your way to the bar.

"yep," he replies, already scanning the menu for chicken wings.

before you can order, a vivacious stripper saunters over, batting her eyelashes at oscar. "hey there, handsome. looking for some company?"

oscar looks taken aback for a moment before he quickly recovers. "uh, actually, we’re just here for the food. we heard you do… food?"

the stripper arches an eyebrow skeptically. "sure you are hun. what's your story, then?"

you jump in, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "we’re... celebrating our anniversary! yeah, that’s it. we wanted to do something wild, and crazy and spontaneous."

oscar nods, playing along. "exactly. seven years together, can you believe it?"

“you look so young.”

“she keeps me young.” oscar winks and then immediately regrets it. he turns slightly pink.

the stripper eyes you both suspiciously. "hmm, anniversary, huh? and you're at a strip club?"

you nod enthusiastically. "yep! we’re... adventurous like that."

the stripper shakes her head, clearly not buying it. "uh-huh."

you turn to oscar, a mischievous glint in your eye before turning and pouting at the stripper. "he cheated on me, you know."

oscar’s eyes widen in confusion. "wait, what?"

you nod solemnly. "yeah, with my yoga instructor. can you believe it? i guess that’s what happens when you let another girl bend your man over.”

the stripper scoffs, shaking her head. "honey, now why would you take a cheater to a strip club? that's like taking a carnivore to the butchers.”

oscar jumps in, eager to exonerate his fake persona. "actually, she cheated on me too!"

the stripper raises an eyebrow. "oh, really?"

"yeah, with my dentist," oscar deadpans. “imagine how i felt… lying on the chair getting my tooth drilled into while my wife was at home getting a different hole drilled.”

“well, you cheated with the milkman!”

“he gave me something you never could.” oscar sniffs.

“milk?”

“no. love.”

“i’ll get that order started for you.” she gives you both the side-eye. “i’ll leave you two lovebirds with your marriage issues. you need anything else give one of us a shout.”

you and oscar turn to each other and laugh.

“DENTIST?” you giggle. “couldn’t you have picked a sexier profession for me to cheat on you with?”

oscar chuckles, shaking his head. "hey, a cheating dentist is funny."

“fair point. but a milkman? really?"

"i had to think fast!" oscar defends himself. "i didn’t get time to prepare."

"true," you agree, wiping away tears of laughter. "i just hope our story doesn't end up in the tabloids."

oscar shrugs. "eh, if it does, at least it'll be entertaining."

you both continue to joke and laugh as you wait for your food.

"who knew a trip to a strip club could be so much fun?" you smile as you eat. the food was good at least.

oscar grins back. "only with you, y/n. only with you."

afterwards, you go back to meet with logan, lando, alex and george at the karaoke spot. george is singing a dramatic duet with alex to the tune of lady gaga and beyoncé’s ‘telephone’. lando is grinning while filming and logan is just staring, like he’s watching a car crash. too grotesque to look at but too insane to look away.

george spots you and points dramatically, motioning for you to join them. you exchange a look with oscar, both of you knowing that you can't resist the call of the karaoke stage.

as you approach the group, you can't help but notice the absence of one key ingredient: a one direction song.

"hey guys," you say, catching their attention. "this is fun and all, but i think it's time we mix things up a bit."

george raises an eyebrow. "oh yeah? and what did you have in mind?"

"a one direction song," you declare with a grin. “in front of everyone.”

the boys exchange skeptical glances, clearly not convinced.

"we can't do that," logan protests. "it's too... cheesy."

"come on, logan," you coax, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "you owe me for dragging me here."

“that wasn’t even my decision!” logan sighs, knowing he's been cornered. "but i’ll do it, only if oscar does it too."

you turn to oscar, who looks less than thrilled at the prospect. "come on, oscar. remember that time you forgot my birthday?"

“i was in hospital! i had a reason!”

“still forgot it!”

oscar groans. "fine, i’ll do it. but this better not end up on the internet."

you turn to george and alex, who are watching the exchange with amusement. "you guys in?"

george grins. "i'm always up for a challenge."

alex nods in agreement. "sure, why not? carpe diem and all that.”

lando, of course, is already on board. "let's do it! who’s who?”

“i’ve already thought about it. here me out.” you start. “lando is harry, curly haired and british.”

lando fist-bumps you.

“alex is zayn.”

alex rolls his eyes. “because i’m an asian brit too?”

“okay i didn’t think about that but it kind of fits.” you think. “i meant it because zayn’s obviously the best.”

alex grins, obviously pleased with the flattery. george stares at you, impatiently tapping his foot.

“hurry it up y/n. who am i?”

“liam.” george thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs. “he’s the leader of the group and you created our groupchat and this meetup.”

“i can deal with that.”

“oscar is louis because he has the least amount of lines and i thought he’d appreciate that.” oscar smiles. “logan is niall because… blond.”

“how come they all got actual thought put in to theirs and i’m niall because i’m blond?” logan raises an eyebrow.

“blond was the best i could do on short-notice.” you shrug. “but hey, he’s irish! who doesn’t love the irish?”

“fair point.”

you move over to the machine and start to play ‘kiss you’ by one direction. as the familiar beats fill the karaoke bar, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement. this is going to be epic, whether oscar likes it or not.

oscar, looking less than thrilled, reluctantly takes his place on stage, shooting you a glare that says, "you owe me big time for this."

logan, standing awkwardly beside him, shifts uncomfortably, clearly not used to being the center of attention. you give him an encouraging smile, silently urging him to embrace the moment. you’re only a f1 driver/one direction cosplayer once, right?

lando, fully embracing his role as harry, struts to the front of the stage, oozing charisma and charm. alex, begrudgingly accepting his role as zayn, follows suit, trying his best to channel the brooding bad boy persona.

george, ever the showman, takes center stage as liam, belting out the lyrics with gusto. despite his initial reluctance, even oscar starts to get into the groove.

as for logan, well, he may not be the most enthusiastic performer, but he's giving it his all, his awkwardness somehow adding to the charm of the performance.

you, meanwhile, stand off to the side, phone in hand, filming the entire spectacle. this is going straight to your social media, no doubt about it.

as the song reaches its climax, the entire group comes together in perfect harmony, their voices blending seamlessly as they sing their hearts out. it may not be the most polished performance, but it's definitely one for the books. as the final notes fade away, the bar erupts into cheers and applause, and you can't help but feel a sense of joy as your friends amble off the stage and you all head out into the cool night.

liked by bestie1, logan.priv and 32 others.

maneater.priv: shoutout miami for having so many foreign babes 😋

view 34 comments.

bestie1: who are the foreign babes you speak of? i just see a bunch of white dudes and alex.

-> maneater.priv: um actually we have many 🤨 lando and george r british, alex is thai and british and oscar is aussie 😋 in america, they all foreign and logan may not be foreign but he’s a babe.

-> logan.priv: nicest y/n comment. possibly the y/n comment of all time actually.

oscar.priv: delete the last slide.

alex.priv: lily said she’s gonna text you the link to that shirt you liked.

-> maneater.priv: i knew i liked you for a reason.

oscar.priv: i know you see these (your full government name). DELETE.

lando.priv: how did you go to a strip club with oscar before me??

-> maneater.priv: me, u and vegas. we’ll go crazy.

-> lando.priv: YIPPEEE 😁😁

oscar.priv: blocking you btw.

george.priv: told u that you’d have fun!!!

-> maneater.priv: sorry i can’t agree with a man. ruins my street cred.

-> george.priv: what street cred?

-> maneater.priv: DELETE!!!!

-> oscar.priv: speaking of things that need to be deleted… delete the last slide 🙄

-> maneater.priv: no :D

oscar.priv: how would u feel if i shipped u with another driver?

-> maneater.priv: that depends… is he a hot one?

-> oscar.priv: no.

-> lando.priv: 😔

-> george.priv: stop being mean to lando oscar.priv.

-> oscar.priv: he deserves it.

-> george.priv: 213.40.205.53

-> oscar.priv: i hate it here.

[prncessjaeger]

last christmas ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღ trin speaks!: i couldn't choose between mikasa or ellie so take your pick 😵‍💫 (​i also had smut written but ehh i’ll save it for another day!)

soft christmas music played on queue as you finished rubbing the face mask on your girlfriend’s face with your matching roller, “oh my god you look soooo adorable baby!”

“i look like you,”

“exactly, now let’s push your hair back cause you don’t want the face mask cream all in your hair, and then we can make cookies!” she felt the cool comb run through her hair, slicking it back into a low bun matching your braided bun, adding the matching fluffy headband knowing it’d annoy her more, but she just sat there, letting you do whatever because she loves you just that much. 

you got up fixing up your christmas onesie, matching with your girlfriend and walked to the kitchen, turning the volume up once mariah carey’s ‘all i want for christmas’ played next, “you are not mariah,"

“shut up. now come help me please?” she sighed and got up, seeing you set your phone up against the couter, pressing record. “we’re just making sugar cookies?” “mhm, then we gon decorate them, have a little competition or something?” she began mixing the dough with her hands, shaking her head hearing you singing the chorus terribly. when she finished, you brought out the cookie cutters with all different shapes and sizes, and even got one with your and her names customized as well, “which one?”

“you pick.” humming, you grabbed the snowman for her and a christmas tree for you and began sorting them out, adding them to the baking sheet and setting the timer, “icing time! we’re making our own cause i absolutely hate store bought icing,” you began mixing in the wet and dry ingredients together and your girlfriend watched you in awe, suddenly coming behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and lay her chin in the crevice of your neck and shoulder, kissing you tenderly, “you’re so…”

“so what?” “i don’t know but i’m just in awe with you, like everything about you just leaves me in awe…” she backed up and turned you around, seeing your grin beam into your full smile she adores, “you are the sweetest person i know, and i love you oh so much.” “i love you too baby…now can we take these facemasks off? i don’t like it anymore.” rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded and wrapped the top of the bowl filled with icing with plastic wrap, walking to the bathroom and successfully removed the facemask, rinsing the rest of the cream off and decided to keep the headbands on, posing for flics and videos to post later.

the bell from the cookies went off, rushing to the kitchen to take the cookies out and letting them cool, “imma add food dye in the icing, then fill the bags and we can start then.” you set the timer having everything set, pressing record once again and turned to your girlfriend, “you ready?” “yeah, what’s the deal?”

“loser gives head?” you both shook on it and began decorating your cookies, your girlfriend was quieter than you, which was unusual for her, but you brushed it off as her being focused. When the timer went off, you both backed away and giggled, glancing at each other's cookie. You looked at her cookie then her, rolling your eyes hard when you saw her trying (and failing) to hold her laugh in. “bro you cheated!” “how i cheated?!” “you made the cookie ugly on purposeeee, and that’s not fair!” she giggled, annoying you even further when she replied with, “i’m taking every chance i can when it comes to eating your pussy, you knew that!” 🎀

[takecareluv]

omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

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although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

[littledollll]

Hey...sorry it's me again, but since you write for wanda, can I maybe request something with a fem reader where there's a little bit of mindfuckery going on? Basically reader wakes up in some sort of new reality, in a bed made for two rather than one, blinds to let the sunlight in rather than curtains to keep everyone and everything out, but they don't really question it because it almost doesn't feel real? Kinda like a dream? And suddenly they have a girlfriend, Wanda, who dotes on them, snuggles them in bed, watches sitcoms with them, somehow knows all their skeletons in the closet (mind reading hehe) and lets them curl up on her chest and cry it out as she soothes them, makes them snacks, helps them do basic tasks when they're (super) depressed. Unbeknownst to reader, Wanda has actually torn apart the multiverse to be with them once again after having already lost them in another??? I'm sorry if this is way too much

-🧸 anon (loves you)

Mastermind

Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: im so behind on requests im trying believe me! Writing is getting hard :/ but! this was so fucking nice to write, yk that random motivation. when I tell u it just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing- I love love love Wanda, specially her being rly soft and lovey:( ty for your request hun.

Warnings: kinda manipulation? Hex pt.2, slightly suggestive if you squint, lots and lots of soft kisses, mentions of r struggling with anxiety and depressive episodes, lots of comfort, mostly narrated.

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A kiss. It was so soft. Intoxicatingly so. Her gentle hands cupping your face, the comforting weight of her straddling your lap made you feel grounded, and so safe. You whimpered when she parted from you, nuzzling into her chest while your arms wrapped around her. “My sweet little darling.. oh how I love you.” She whispered, her hands brushing your hair back and away from your face.

You didn’t know where this came from. Some day long ago you simply woke up and there she was. Wanda. You had a whole life with her. And somewhere between the fuzziness you remembered it all. How you met, everything from your first conversation to your first time. Your life before you got married, how you moved in together before then, and how your family disapproved of it. And god. That perfect wedding. The happiest day of your life, when it all finally came together for you, this was it. The stars aligned and have you this, gave you her.

In some part of your mind you didn’t know this woman, but at the same time you always had. You knew everything about her and she knew everything about you. Every little thing. You couldn’t bother to question it, if it was a dream then so be it, it was such a lovely dream, everything you could possibly ever want was right here. A beautiful and kind woman, with so much love and comfort to give. Wanda understood you, she allowed you to feel and cry but never alone, she was right here through it all. Allowing you to hide against her chest and pet your hair when you cried, telling you the most reassuring words, ensuring your comfort at all times.

It wasn’t a one time thing, you quickly noticed. Every day felt like a movie, every day she was the perfect woman, and she was yours. You’d watch tv together, listen to music and dance your hearts out.

Your favorite part was the cooking. Just like you were now. Both hands wrapped around her torso as you hugged her from behind, your girl, your wife. She let out an adorable giggle when you nuzzled into her neck and squeezed her tight.

“Are you planning an staying there the whole time darling or would you bother to help me out with our dinner.” She teased, her tone was scolding but so obviously not genuinely upset.

“m okay right here, my love.” Almost as if on queue the tv switched to play one of your favorite songs. You swayed with Wanda, holding her impossibly close and effectively preventing her from getting any actual cooking done which she was quick to scold you about yet again.

“If you want dinner you need to let me cook, dear.” You ignored her, sighing contently against her neck and closing your eyes. “Just gimme a minute to love on you, nothing wrong with giving my wife a little affection.” She let you. Her own arms coming to hug around yours, a bright smile painted on her face. She always looked so happy with you, even more so. It’s like all her energy recharged when you did little things like this, and the second you noticed you started doing it non-stop.

Wanda always gave you so much. She gave you her everything. The least you could do was give her these moments, ones where she took a deep breath and let her head lull to your shoulder, eyes blissfully closed and an always beautiful smile on her face. You loved this woman. Your beautiful Wanda.

“Let’s finish cooking mamá, I’ll help you.” You parted with a kiss. A sweet kiss like always, those kisses she’d giggle or smile into and give you a flirty little look, then go about her day like she didn’t know what she was doing to you. “Cut this up for me will you, darling?” You hummed and did a she asked, shaking your head to think about the now and not the events awaiting later tonight.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” Wanda smacked you with an oven mitt furrowing her brows at you. “Dirty dirty mind.” You chucked and looked back at her. “What! I didn’t say anything” she let out a drawn out, “mhmmm” before turning back to put some ingredients in the pan. “I just know what you’re thinking. Hurry it up I need those!” “Right right! I’m sorry!”

Wanda found it odd, that making this reality with you didn’t take so much of her power like others had before. Like your own mind was subconsciously giving into her without her trying to force it. When Wanda occasionally peaked into your mind to see if any dreams or memories about your old life haunted you there was nothing. When she searched for doubts about your life or any clue that you might be figuring things out she only saw the slight confusion of those moments there your mind briefly recalled having a life without or before her, but you didn’t dwell on them, in-fact you thought of them as your anxiety messing you up but never once did you doubt her. Like you subconsciously simply refused to believe there was ever a life without her.

It was perfect. She didn’t really trick you. She just treated you like she did you from her universe, gave you their memories and anything you could possibly need. And you seemed more than content with this life, with her. She was your perfect girl, and you were her darling little love. Both of you living the life of your dreams, together.

[thehistoriangirl]

Bonjour!! I actually wanted to tell you how your writing is always something I look forward to at the end my day, like a candle lighting the darkest corners of my room. Could you maybe write a hopeless romantic!reader that slowly turned pessimistic at the thought of love (psst slow burn). Then Viktor realises how much reader has adored him since forever and wanted to do so in return! Merci♡

Bonjour ! <33 SADFGHJDHSGDJHDHDG thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 Before anything, I have to said, you just cracked my well-preserved secret! Legend says if you ask me for a slow burn I will get overboard and make a multichapter fic :D and I guess it's true so here we are 🤡 [Brain why you have to be like thissss I hate you] Anyway, I hope you like this first part ;3 Passe une bonne journée, petalthea ! <3

The Oblivious Game I Want to Lose (Without Losing You) [Chapter One]

> M A S T E R L I S T <

Viktor x Fem! (Hopeless Romantic!)Reader-------2.1K------SFW

Synopsis: Your father wants you to forget about pursuing your dream of being an opera singer as your mother was. Instead, he's determined to make you a great business person to fit into his wealthy family—his solution? Hiring one of the smartest students of the Academy as your personal tutor, no other than Heimerdinger's assistant himself. But when you two grow closer, the plan gets tricky as you get your confidence back to fight for your re-discovered dreams just as Viktor starts to achieve his own.

Tags: Friends to Lovers| Not-Actually-Unrequited-Love| Hidden Feelings| Crushes| Slow-Burn| Oblivious (both Viktor and Reader)| Romantic Fluff| I'm not going to spoil more heheh >:)| ((Obviously Happy Ending))| Disfunctional Family/Family Drama

Viktor saw you four times before he was obliged to talk to you.

Inside the Music Faculty, the chandelier sent golden hues against the gold and silver accessories of the guests filling the auditorium. A line of teenagers was waiting, removing awkwardly on their feet as the people organizing the admission test formed them into order.

He was in charge of the lightning, tucked next to the half-open curtain that separated the scenario and the backstage, sitting on a stool with uneven legs. Viktor was careful to balance himself up the wobbling seat, growing less interested in the auditions as time went on. While managing the levers, he considered what his final project for his Mechanic class could be.

Until a wailing interrupted his line of thoughts, almost tripping his body off the stool.

Looking backstage, he saw a teenager being dragged away from the queue by two men in twin outfits, a woman looking at you some feet away with a stern expression. You were thrashing and screaming—begging should be a better word—, Viktor thought when he heard what you were saying in a river of blabbering, like a plea.

Please just let me try. Father doesn’t have to know—

But they ignored you and the tears that shone clear against the dimmed light inside the backstage.

He didn't recollect the moment his body decided to move on its own, but the click of his wooden cane snap him back to the present.

One of the organizers looked at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking her head slightly as if saying don’t even think about it.

Viktor frowned because he wasn't thinking about doing anything. They were full-grown adults working for an important house, if your tailored clothes were correct signal enough of your upbringing.

Though that didn’t stop the bad-hidden laughs behind some participants’ hands. 

But even as the sound of the cacophony grew fainter, the heaviness of his chest remained while remembering your broken voice, hands frantic trying to pull away, and he thought, brows pinched in confusion, that if that would have been him if Professor Heimerdinger hadn’t helped him enrolling into the Academy.

He saw you try three more times, with the same outcome. Only that each failed audition your pleads became weaker, and you didn’t fight back as much.

People kept mocking you, you fought and lost, and he watched you every time.

What a particular case, because Viktor couldn't understand why a rich family wouldn't let their child enter the Music Faculty and become an artist for the Opera House. And why you didn't give up?

The last time, just a touch on the shoulder was enough to take you away from the stage. Without the sound of your voice echoing in the room, you heard the quiet laughs, and for the first time, you looked back at them, eyelids heavy—Viktor couldn't know if it was anger or just fatigue.

The competitors cleared their throats and looked away, removing in their place as you scanned their clothes, eyes lingering in familiar crests.

"Good luck in the audition, then," you said, walking away without looking at him, even though Viktor felt as if his gaze was so heavy at least you should have felt it.

But no. You didn’t look back, and Viktor forgot about you soon after; when he became Heimerdinger’s assistant, leaving behind the myriad of little jobs he took at the Academy for extra income, the Music Faculty lightning technician included.

Until now.

*~*~*~*

The Ventos family manor was flooded with people as richly decorated as the house itself, and Viktor pretended to ignore the glances they stole as the guests looked at him following Heimerdinger’s steps.

Viktor knew the Ventos clan was horrifyingly wealthy, with around half of all the airships belonging to some member of the family, but reading about it and looking at the proofs were two different things.

The hall was bigger than Viktor's apartment, with arches supporting a tall, vaulted ceiling incrusted with mosaics. All inside was a spotless white and a pale blue, taking the nickname "owners of the sky" too seriously to be considered funny.

Professor Heimerdinger was greeting the few people that crossed his way into scanning the room, looking for the host of the party, even though Viktor was the one carrying the gift box.

A man Viktor recognized as part of the Chemistry Faculty of Teachers stopped his travel midway to the wine fountain when he spotted the yordle. He exchanged a polite and short greeting to Viktor before pouring his attention to the Dean of the Academy, asking him if he would like to see some experiments he’d been working on.

Heimerdinger raised a hand. "Excuse me for a moment—Viktor? Oh, there you are. Could you please give this to the birthday celebrant? I don't want them to run away from the party unexpectedly without the gift! Thank you, thank you."

The yordle turned his back on him, engaging again in the conversation while Viktor stood a couple of steps away, frozen, with an expensive gift tucked inside his arm.

He sighed, tapping his fingers over the box as his eyes scanned the room. How was he supposed to know who was the host of the party? All rich people looked the same, with expensive clothes and too many decorations with gold, all of them holding cups of wine while engaging in business deals.

Viktor walked toward some butlers and maids that were carrying away the empty platters from the dessert table and replacing them with new ones. He didn’t want to ask a rich Piltie about who was the birthday's celebrant—much less give any of them a gift—but it was part of his job, he supposed.

It didn’t make it easier.

One of the servants told him a name he hadn’t heard before. Frowning in confusion, the servant stopped what he was doing to give him a detailed description of the youngest Ventos heiress.

The young man shrugged. “I haven’t seen the Young Mistress in a while, though. I don’t know where the she could be.”

A maid interrupted. "Miss Ventos should be on the green balcony," she blinked and signaled the west corner of the room. "It's the balcony filled with plants. If they aren't there, then she probably withdraw to her bedroom already."

Viktor nodded, thanking them. After a short pause, the servants replied with a doubtful, “it’s nothing, Sir” and he left them to fulfill their job not wanting them to be punished because of his incompetence.

It wasn’t that late, perhaps 10 PM or something around that hour. If this person was already in bed—how old they were? Suddenly, his stomach twisted thinking about a spoiled child. What if she didn’t like the gift? What if she didn’t accept it because maybe she didn’t like him? Would he be in trouble?

The green balcony was obscured by thick potted flowers and little palms, only a narrow passage connected it to the marble rail that had a spectacular view of the city.

Viktor froze when he didn't see anyone in there. Should he return the gift with Heimerdinger? Or could he leave it with a servant?

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound, his eyes darting toward the sound's source.

He recognized you right away, and Viktor felt a little embarrassed by it. You looked older—around four years had passed since the last audition you tried to join—but your clothes were very similar, contrasting with the pale blue and shining white in dark tones of purple and blue.

“Who are you?” you said, frowning. He felt your eyes sweeping his outfit—the Academy uniform—and your stiff posture, half-hidden behind a rosebush, seemed to relax.

Viktor blinked, and you blinked back, arching your brows.

“Ah! Right. I’m Heimerdinger— I mean, I’m Heimerdinger’s assistant.” He locked his cane’s handle in the crook of his elbow to take the box gift in his both hands, arms extended toward you. “He wanted me to deliver this gift. But I don’t, eh, I don’t know who the host is. By any chance… could you help me?”

You smiled then, a little tug of your lips as you took the gift box between your hands.

“Sure. Please tell Professor Heimerdinger my gratitude.”

“You’re the birthday celebrant?”

"That's right," you paused, shaking the box a little. It sounded metallic, and it was a little heavy. "Please sit down, I'm sure you must be tired from all that walking around."

You signaled at one marble bench built on one side of the balcony, next to where you were sitting, a glass of wine half-empty that you shoved away.

"You know you're hard to find," Viktor said, feeling the cold rock against his legs. He shivered a little, trying to be subtle about it. Then, he realized the words that slipped out of his mouth. "I apologi—"

“No need. You’re right, anyway.” You opened the box, putting aside the protective cloth to reveal a music box. When you pressed the button, the little shell opened, showing a little doll dressed in a deep blueish-greenish dress going in circles around a wooden stage.

Behind her, the scenery moved, showing an Ionian forest. You chuckled, moving one of your feet at the rhythm of the melody repeating inside the toy. Fingers hovering in the air as if you wanted to touch the little doll but wouldn’t dare to.

For a moment, he thought you looked cute.

“I knew Professor Heimerdinger still makes the best music boxes,” you muttered, and Viktor heard it for he was listening carefully.

“Do you know Professor Heimerdinger?” Closely, he wanted to add, but you seemed to understand his inner meaning.

“Yes. He was friends with my mom. Well—he helped her to pursue her career as an opera singer.”

Viktor smiled a bit. He finally understood that you wanted to enroll in the Music Faculty.

You jumped when someone called your name—a male voice.

"Shit," you whispered, and Viktor got surprised to hear you curse. Hurriedly, you took the music box under the bench, where the bushes hide it well enough. Your hands tried to accommodate your hair that had been disturbed by some branches as you stood up. "Enjoy the party for me—oh! That's right. What's your name?"

“My name?” You nodded, smiling warmly. “I’m Viktor.”

You extended your hand toward him. “A pleasure to make you my acquaintance, Viktor. I hope you enjoy the night.”

He frowned. "Are you leaving? No, wait. Where you hiding here?”

You beamed. "You're smart. Yes, I was. You see, when you reach a certain age your parents just organize these kinds of parties to shove suitors at your face each half an hour or so. I needed a break."

“Oh. You don’t seem fond of the attention.”

"I'm not. People still can't get over the fact about my mixed upbringing." You took off the shawl that was covering your shoulders, and let it fall on his lap. Viktor was still shivering slightly, the air of the night getting colder as time passed.

He wanted to ask what you were referring to, but you interrupted him:

“If you’re going to stay here, wear it. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“But—” You shook your hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the gift, Viktor. It’s the best I’ve been given in a long time. Thank Heimerdinger too, please.”

Viktor nodded and you said your farewell just as the same male voice entered the balcony.

You encountered him midway, dragging him away from Viktor.

“Yes, Father?”

The man sounded angry. Viktor could hear the disdain in Erik Ventos’ voice even from he was sitting, back hunched forward so he could hide better.

“Were you talking with someone?”

You laughed. “Oh, dear Father. Don’t tell me you have too much to drink again. Or it’s that you just like to nag at me?”

“Don’t try to act cocky. You left Yael from house Kiram all alone an hour ago!" Viktor heard your father whispering at you, a voice full of poison. "Is this how you pay for everything I've done for you? You're just an ungrateful brat."

Viktor closed his eyes while listening to that. His parents never talked to him that way, he couldn’t believe that some people would treat their own family in such manners.

“If you want me to marry him so badly, then go make the deal yourself,” you spitted out back, shoving him aside and walking away.

Erik Ventos followed you, stomping like a wild animal, the noise getting further away until all that was left was the crickets singing on the lonely balcony. His hands were tangled in your shawl, thinking that he was going to stay there a little longer, childishly hoping you would come back.

[nulltune]

plots please LYNNIE SHAKES YOU

plots please,  open !    @daemonry  ♡

-AM NOW A LYNNIESHAKE- -GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU AS WELL J!!!-

it's in my queue but i adore these two just having fun together- let hakuno meet lia and max (do-hyun introducing her to them mayhaps...🥺), let them talk abt sanrio for no reason (and pannapitta🫶), let them go to all sorts of places and do all kinds of things!! i think they both actually have a lot of Things(TM) going on behind closed doors so i just think it makes it that much more meaningful that they can have someone to just- be normal with and relax without really worrying about anything 🙏 we've done a widdle bit abt em and halloween and i am also holding up other holidays to you because 🥺💖 THEM CELEBRATING TOGETHER MAYHAPS???

>:3c i say all of this ^ BUT METHINKS I'D WANT NOT-SO LIGHTHEARTED STUFF TOO YKNOW??? i wanna explore hyun's memory because that is such an important thing 2 hakuno.... hakuno's always grappling with the fact she has no real identity of her own (<- understatement) so the fact that hyun could forget himself and all the little details about him?? that is so terrifying to her and she'd absolutely try to prevent that in any way she could. also 👀✨️ because the dynamic of the one trying to find herself and the one who is losing himself??? -chef kiss- i am also obligated to say that hakuno's scared of being forgotten (because to her it would just be like she never existed at all </3) so that would be very ^_T fun!! but also if she's already close enough to hyun and cares A Lot for him, i think she'd be able to come to terms with that and still decide to stay by his side to make sure he doesn't forget himself even if he forgets about her <3

i also want them to get to know more about each other!!! hakuno by default has no friends and no family and just no one- which is why she really treasures the small connections she does have 🥹 but yea i think it'd be interesting for her to someday get to know more about his family mayhaps??!? i am especially looking at how he hates working at his father's company and his major because hakuno's a huge advocate of how you should live the way you want to / you should live as yourself -- that kind of mindset!! i will say that she struggles with applying it to herself tho (the h in hakuno stands for hypocrite), because she doesn't know how to and doesn't know who she is in the first place 💀 but hey that makes it even more interesting me think! much 2 exploree 👀✨️✨️

[earlydew]

QUICK UPDATES ( but not really )

i. i'll be gone for a week or so starting from next tuesday. now... i know this doesn't make any difference since i haven't been active for the past week lol but i've been tackling replies and starters whenever i can find the time. they'll only be moved to my queue when i leave for kr though ( thank you sm for waiting... this is for my own sanity T_T ) 21 done... 924743935 more to go? @_@

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iv. just bc i'm on a sort of hiatus doesn't mean i'm not accepting new interacts! my opens, starter / shipping call and ask memes are all available if you want to get something going. being tagged in random starters is also a love language i adore sm <3 as long as you don't mind me taking years to get to them, we're good!

that's all folks! hope to see you on the other side (disco) ♡

[jeoseungsaja]

And even, perhaps, a fox turned friend who, the moment she takes her seat next to Yeo on this pleasant, tranquil park bench, lays a small heart-shaped, hand-sized box in Yeo's lap. "It's chocolate," she explains, smiling from ear to ear, while she points at the gift. "I'm sure you'll be showered in gifts today, but I still wanted to add my own. I wasn't sure which type you might like, so I just got. Oh! Almost forgot," she digs into the pocket of her hoodie and pulls out a little figurine, a cartoonish fox wielding a sword. She places it neatly onto the box. "Happy Valentine's Day. Thank you for being my friend." ((i don't usually send in things for festivities either WHAT IS HAPPENING, OH THE ALEX EFFECT-- PLS NO PRESSURE TO REPLY TO ANY OF THESE BTW, LET ALONE ON THE SAME DAY~ ♥♥ I LUV U))

@mythvoiced ♚ 💗 what is yeo supposed to do, but adore miyoung with all his might? 💗

♔ ———–

    The park looks a little different than usual this time. It’s still serene, still wearing the sweet scent of flowers and fresh grass, yet the sight of colors red and pink is more prominent than other days. Couples with matching sweaters sit atop blankets used for picnics; children run quite excitedly with heart-shaped balloons and hands of some people seem to be occupied by teddy bears or bouquets or lollipops or even, all three combined. You could say the space is a little more crowded, with more to see and more to absorb, yet all looks distant from here; akin to a special sphere made around this specific bench, where it all feels very peaceful and lacks of saturated stress. 

     It always feels like this when he’s with her. It’s as if she carries repose with her, as if her hair was made of glowing strands of tranquility and her hands possessed invisible gloves of respite. Or maybe it’s in her eyes, a pair that continues to hold onto life despite the many stories hiding behind irises. Or, most likely, it’s all of those things and more, because Yeo’s almost certain her feet also have balanced calmness and her presence as a whole irradiates a serene energy you wish to stay close to for as long as it’s allowed. It’s the type of light you want to see grow instead of the opposite. A light that’s so kind, it becomes pleasantly contagious.

    When he sits with her, the gift of equanimity arrives and, unexpectedly so, another present that falls onto his lap. Looking down, the nine-tailed fox sees the small box; a heart that makes a small rattling sound once he picks it up with one hand. His dear friend explains what it is, eyes lifting to address her; managing to catch her lovely smile. It’s nice, you know? To be able to see this as well. She deserves to smile for as long as she can and he’s glad he gets to witness and experience these moments where grin’s present. He shares a simper of his own, too; one that shows gratefulness toward this gesture.

     “Ah, I like almost any. The sweeter, the better. I’m sure I’ll like these.”

    Yeo adds as a little fun fact, something else to share between them. He lightly chuckles at Miyoung’s words of ‘being showered with gifts’; thinking about the presents that are resting in his living room, all of them addressed to a certain Dokkaebi. Knowing how Shin is...perhaps he’ll have gifts to give as well but, frankly, his presence will be more than enough. As long as he’s there, as long as he can look into those eyes and hear that voice and feel his touch, then that’s all he needs. 

     He doesn’t expect anything extra from Miyoung, either. So this, this is certainly a warm and pleasant surprise. 

     Eyebrows lift in curiosity when she says she almost forgets something; the light weight of figurine landing on the box. He takes a look at it, attempting to figure out what it is until sight adjusts and the shape becomes as clear as day. 

    “Oh, is it me?” 

     Gumiho takes the figurine in one hand, then slightly moves to face Miyoung better and puts the cherished item right next to his face.

     “We look alike, don’t we?” 

     A smile spreads when playful question is voiced, keeping the figurine next to countenance for a few more seconds before gently letting it rest atop the box once more. 

     “Thank you, Miyoung.” 

   The fox proceeds to grab something that’s been sitting next to him for a while now: A small, dusty pink-colored gift bag. He certainly didn’t come empty-handed; carefully putting the bag atop her lap. 

     “This is for you. I hope you like it. It’s the...first time I try this shape, I usually...make them circular, cubical or rectangular, so I hope I didn’t do a bad job. I tried my best.” 

    Inside, she’ll be able to find a heart-shaped ornament; a trinket of sorts that she can hang up anywhere she likes. It’s made of resin, with flowers and leaves of different shapes and colors embedded in it. 

    “Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for being by my side.” 

———– ♔

[alluralater]

updated 08.24.2024

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[superskeletonsimp]

Ohhh! Welcome back! :) I hope you're doing fine? Could I request some h/cs for the ut/uf (and maybe mafiatale? i couldn't find a character limit in your rules, so if that's too much, feel free to ignore it :) bros and how they'd react to a bored s/o who starts using pick up lines/puns on them? like " are you french? because eiffel for you". thank you and have a nice day!!!

HIIII!! THANKS FOR REQUESTING! And sorry for taking so long (￣▽￣*)ゞ

I hope you don't mind me not writing for the Mafia bros!! I don't have a character limit, but I'm not very inspired today, and I just wanted to get something out. But it was very fun to write!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Bold Italics: S/O

Bold: Sans or Papyrus

The reader is gender-neutral!! :3

Sans:

You walk into his room with very determined eyes.

He was honestly a little concerned.

"uh- Is somethin' wrong-"

All of a sudden you pull out a book

'Pickup lines 101, for the monster of your dreams'

You start flipping through the book, laughing at some of the jokes, until you suddenly stop turning the pages and look up at him.

"uh- Are...Are you French??? Because Eifell for you...haha"

...

"Because...Eifell...For you?... Get it??"

...

You repeat yourself once more, due to the lack of response on his part.

"Do you not-?"

He bursts out laughing.

He thinks you're adorable

For the rest of the week, you're bombarded with cheesy pickup lines every time you see him.

"You know what's on the menu?? Me-N-U!"

Que skeletal winking.

At least you're not bored anymore :)

Papyrus:

Boredom has sure taken its toll on you

You have nothing to do, and none of your friends is free to hang out

All of a sudden you remember a certain book you bought ages ago, something along the lines of 'cheesy pickup lines, a guide' or something along those lines, and then you remember a certain pun hating skeleton, Papyrus.

Your plan was perfect.

Papyrus is out patrolling, after...something. He's not quite sure why he's patrolling, or who he is looking for, but he has nothing better to do.

Suddenly, he sees you running towards him at full speed

You tackle him to the ground. He can't escape now.

"S/O, YOU KNOW I LOVE HUGS, BUT IS THIS NECESSARY??"

You immediately cut him off.

"If you were a vegetable, you'd be a CUTEcumber!"

Queue the confusion

"...I'VE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A VEGETABLE..."

...

"AND WHY WOULD I BE ONE??"

...

"..."

...

"OH."

He stands up immediately.

You can see him holding back a smile while blushing profusely.

He spins away, too flustered to confront you.

"Pap! Wait!!"

Cherry:

You've never done this before.

You are very nervous.

But you needed to do this, for science!!

And also because of the great boredom you've been feeling for a while.

You can see him sitting on the couch, he has noticed you.

It's too late to turn back now.

"Hey, babe, What's up?"

He asks, mildly concerned.

"Uh. Are you a parking ticket??"

"...?"

"uhh- Because...You have FINE written all over you...:)"

He stares at you for a moment, before breaking into a huge grin.

"Babe."

"Yeah?" You ask, mildly defeated.

"That was terrible."

"I know..." You say, letting out a sigh.

Edge:

You stare up at the very very tall skeleton.

He looks down at you, he doesn't seem very amused.

"DARLING. YOU'VE BEEN STANDING THERE FOR ABOUT 10 MINUTES. SPIT IT OUT ALREADY."

You become even more nervous than you were before.

You had a great plan to cure your boredom, but as soon as you saw Edge, you lost all sense of confidence.

He continues looking at you, before shaking his head and walking away.

You can't lose this chance.

"WAIT!!"

He turns around, raising one eyebrow (?)

"Uh- Your hand looks heavy.."

He looks extremely confused now.

"...I SUPPOSE IT IS SOMETIMES. YES."

"Uh...Can I...Can I hold it for you???"

You feel as if you're about to die.

Your face is burning up.

You can't look at him, but you can hear him walking towards you.

All of a sudden, you can feel him holding your hand.

Still looking very confused.

Mission successful.

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

Matching minecraft skins!

Request: okay okay, hear me out...asking the dream team (maybe extra smp members👀) for matching minecraft skins?? only if you have time!!

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Pairing: Dream, GeorgenotFound, Sapnap & BadBoyHalo x Reader (separate)

Summary: Asking the Dream Team if they want to wear matching skins :3

Author’s note: this made my heart meeelttt  (´^ ｀♡) thank u so much for requesting this! (i might make a part 2 this is so cute) - enjoy!

Author’s note pt.2: Sorry this took so long, school stuff came in the way :(

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Dream:

- You and Dream were in a discord call together playing games when the idea suddenly popped into your head

- “Clay, do you want to wear matching minecraft skins?”

- “OH MY GOD”

- He loved the idea

- Aggressively grabbed his phone and went to twitter

- “does anyone know a good minecraft skin artist? i need some help here” 

- After a few minutes he found one and commissioned them 2 matching skins

- The next day he woke up and he got a DM saying the skins were ready

- He hopped on his computer and sent your skin to you

- After both equipping the skin you two decided to join the SMP 

- “Hello everyone! Look! We match!”

- Tommy and Quackity started making fun of you immediately

- Bad and Tubbo found it very cute

- Overall, a very cute and wholesome stream (❁´◡`❁)

GeorgenotFound:

- You were just scrolling through your phone when you saw something absolutely adorable

- It was a fan who made matching minecraft skins for you and George

- You texted him and asked him if he wanted to wear them

- he responded quite fast

- He loved the idea

- You both equipped it and went into a server 

- He made screenshot and posted it to twitter

- It went completely viral

- Tommy, being the child he is, called it gross

- Tubbo replied agreeing with him and Will told them both to shut up

- Dream was very jealous and asked George if he wanted to match as well

- George just replied with “No”

- Sapnap wouldn’t let him forget it for weeks

- It’s now one of his most liked tweets ever

Sapnap:

- You were hanging out with Sapnap at home when you saw fanart of you and him with matching outfits

- You showed him and he started smiling

- “We look really good in those clothes together, babe”

- An idea sprung into your head

- “Wouldn’t it be fun to have matching minecraft skins?”

- He gave it a thought for a second and got very giggly

- “Oooh~ That would be so cute, let’s do that”

- After searching for a little bit you found a skin that perfectly matched each other

- Sapnap got giddy with excitement

- “C’mon we have to put them on!” He tugged at your am and sped to his computer

- You jumped on a different computer he had and both equipped the skins

- After fooling around in game you guys decided to call Karl and Quackity to see their reaction

- They both picked up and Sapnap told them what you two did

- Karl found it very cute and really wanted to see

- Quackity started fake crying and accusing him of cheating

- Real talk, they thought it was cute

BadBoyHalo:

- He loves it when people draw fanart of you and him together

- He stalks you two’s shipname hashtag 24/7

- So when you asked him if he wanted matching skins he was estatic

- He already knew what artists to go to and basically threw his money at them

- When the artists were done he called you and told you to check Discord

- He sent you the file and you both equipped your skins

- When he first saw you with the skin he melted

- “Muffin! You look so cute!!”

- He decided to ask some people for their thoughts 

- He asked Skeppy first

- Bad idea

- “How could you, Bad?!”

- “I’m in a relationship!”

- “I thought we had something!”

- Queue a lot of bickering from both of them

- He asked Dream and George what they thought

- They both thought it was very cute

- “Hey Dream, do you wanna do this together?”

- “Hell yeah”

- They both pulled up in matching skins they next day

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Thank you for reading! Make sure you take care for yourself and your friends/family if you haven’t already today ! (♡ ⸂ ◡ ⸂♡)

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[ham1lton]

i remember telling my best friend about it too and she said "oh so like theyre soulmates that aren't meant to be" and i never been the same. like brocedes are twin flames, destined to be tragedies and thats so fucked up? and their fact that their wish BESIDES becoming world champion is to be teammates together? and dont even get me started on anything but lovers because god. the way they looked at eachother, clung to each other its so so so insane.

and its interesting seeing all the drivers dance around them? because all of them saw how much they adore each other and now suddenly hate each other's guts? jenson turning to nico when lewis said the "a better teammate too" because HE KNOWS he said it to nico. and even if lewis doesn't utter nico's name, he is imbedded in everything he does kinda? like lewis taking accountability for shit he done which harms the team (his tweet apologizing to george!), also roscoe's name like i dont want to be delusional but like ... SURE you found it cool. and seeing that clip of nico running away from lewis with champagne even though they aren't friends and he is probably chasing his friends but its so instinctual for him to do that. like everything in the world fell away and its just nico and lewis again?

also i do not promote parasocial relationships and knowing celebrities in a personal lives BUT LIKE LEWIS NOT BEING IN NICO'S WEDDING????

honestly people wondering why nico keeps yapping about lewis like if i fumbled LEWIS HAMILTON? yeah, i would too!

and its okay that you are a lewis apologist, as children of divorce hopefully they can both be mature fucking adults and talk it out again or i will lock them up in a room like what niki lauda attempted to do (do you know fucking BAD it is if a world champion is like banging his head at them not talking to each other?) anyway ILL STOP BEFORE I SPIRAL THANK U AND HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OR DAY BE WELL !!!! — nico apologist

i feel like the whole relationship is a lot more intricate then what we know now and we will ever know. ik a lot of ppl like to speculate and make theories and stuff but idk. especially as lewis doesn’t like to speak abt it a lot. it’s two people who knew each other and won’t ever stop really knowing each other even after everything - nico knowing that lewis was holding his breath before he even said it.

like u hit the nail on the head with the whole thing abt parasocial relationships but i think a lot of ppl relate to having a best friend who changes and leaves. idk. maybe i’m just speaking to speak but one thing that annoys me tho is ppl try and make it a one sided thing and they paint either nico or lewis as the villain…. it was obviously mutual 😭

but… ‘everything in the world fell away and its just nico and lewis again’ DONT DO THIS TO ME!!!!!

[starrconch]

hiii i love your work!! can i request kazuha comfort where reader is shy and socially anxious??

SOCIALLY ANXIOUS READER

★ Includes: Kazuha, GN reader, comfort

★Word Count: 1136

★ Master List

★ Notes: Heyo! Thank you so much :D I'm not personally a shy person or socially anxious, so I hope this is okay ♡

KAZUHA

★ Ever since your partner had fled Inazuma with you and entered Liyue, all he had wanted to do was explore the new country. Well, that and find a way to bring the light back to his friend’s vision.

★ You had supported this wholeheartedly as you also wanted to explore the strange, foreign place. However, your fear of meeting and talking to people was a dreaded nuisance that got in your way.

★ Because of this, you hadn’t told Kazuha about it as you didn’t want him to worry about you.

“I think I would like to try another one of Wanmin Restaurant’s famed dishes today, what do you think?” Kazuha asked as the two of you sat atop a rock in the housing district, fiddling with a leaf in his hands as he spoke. It wasn’t one of the maple leaves that he had come to adore, but it still amused him how it flew through the air towards him.

“Again?” You chuckled, brushing your arm against his. “Didn’t you just go there yesterday with Beidou?”

“I did indeed, however, I did not make the trip with you like I wished as you were out on a commission. Would you indulge me just for today?” He let the leaf be carried back off in the wind, giving it an extra nudge in the direction it travelled in with his anemo vision. “I think I might ask for a crab roe tofu.”

You sighed, though a smile was present on your face. “Alright then, we’ll go to Wanmin Restaurant only if we can go somewhere I would like afterwards.”

He returned your smile, his hand finding yours. “Of course, my dear.”

On the walk over to the restaurant, the crowd of people seemed to expand tenfold, making you instinctively stick a little closer to your partner. Everywhere you looked, a person was to be found. It made your heart beat rapidly in your chest and your breaths panicked as you approached the front of the queue.

“Ah, a returning customer! Couldn’t get enough, could you?” Chef Mao grinned. “What would you like today?”

“Of course, your food is most delectable. You made it so quickly and yet the love and care put into it is obvious.” Passion shimmered in his eyes that you tried to focus on instead of everyone around you. It wasn’t often that Kazuha got excited about food, he was quite the fussy eater after all. “May I have a crab roe tofu?”

“One crab roe tofu coming right up. And is there anything I can get you?” Chef Mao turned to you, an eager smile upon his lips.

You knew you should have ordered, to just say you would have the same and get it over and done with, but your mouth was sealed. In fact, your whole body was frozen with fear.

“Y/N, my dear?” Kazuha’s hand squeezed yours. While the owner of Wanmin Restaurant couldn’t tell what was happening, thinking you were simply having trouble deciding what to order, your partner could see the terror glazed in your eyes.

As you were taking so long, the people around you began to turn and stare, muttering to their friends about what the hold up was. It couldn’t be happening to you, right? This was all one big nightmare. The things that you dreaded most were happening and there was no way for you to stop it.

Noticing the tears that began to line your eyes, Kazuha took it upon himself to resolve the situation. “I apologise, sir, but I think we shall return once we know for sure what we would like to order. Could you cancel mine for the time being?”

“Of course! There’s nothing to worry about, take your time to choose what you’d like. Wanmin will always be ready for you once you’ve decided!”

Tugging on your hand, he led you back towards the housing district and to the rock you were sitting on earlier.

“What is the matter, my dear? Are you afraid of Wanmin Restaurant?” His fingers drifted up to your cheek where they brushed away a sole tear that rested there.

You couldn’t help but laugh, still shaken up from the experience. “No, I’m not afraid of that. I just suppose I’m socially anxious is all. It frightens me to talk to people, go to large gatherings, and such.”

He hummed in response as he thought about all the other situations the two of you had been in together where you seemed just as terrified. No wonder you hadn’t wanted to join the crux’s feasts below deck where everyone was crammed together, being forced to socialise with one another. He mentally cursed himself for not realising sooner. You had been suffering right in front of him for so long when he could have assisted you, and he hadn’t even noticed.

“I see.”

“Oh! Not you though! It doesn’t make me nervous to talk to you,” you quickly clarified, looking down in embarrassment. You hadn’t meant for him to find out this way, or at all for that matter.

“I’m glad.” Kazuha smiled softly, drifting his fingers so that they caressed your cheek while his palm rested on it. “Why did you not tell me before? I could have helped you, I would have never forced you into a situation where you would be uncomfortable otherwise.”

You couldn’t help but lean into his warm touch. “I didn’t want to make you worry about me.”

“Worry is not a bad thing, it simply shows that I care about you and want you to be happy.” He pulled you in for an embrace, placing a kiss on your forehead on the way. Kazuha combed your hair with his fingers as he spoke, hoping you would find some serenity from it. “Being anxious about social situations is not a bad thing either. It also shows you care about how others perceive you, and I find there is nothing wrong with that.”

You turned your head so your face was buried in the crook of his neck.

“Please let me know the next time you get too scared so I can help you, or if you reckon you are not quite up to a situation you are presented with. There will be nothing to fear, I will make sure of it.”

“Thank you, Kazuha, truly. I love you.” You leant in to kiss him on the cheek, noticing the tinge of pink that appeared on his face when you did so.

“There is no need to thank me, my dear. I love you too.” He pulled the two of you out of your hug, standing and stretching his legs. “Now, where should we head off to next? I do believe I promised you could choose where we go after Wanmin Restaurant.”