#maybe months down the line after awkwardness but idk

[ylvaisawolf]

Man I like Fred × Tubbo but this entire situation is bullshit

Everyone (not everyone) is treating tubbo like trash

Like ???

I do not want them to get together anytime soon now :/

EDIT:

I dont hate the ship so with what is currently happening

(Like 2 hrs after this post)

I am just going to wait and see where it goes while ignoring Twitter and chat

Also some opinions on here

[stall1iion]

champions love - seven

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y/n.jpg hung out with my favorite handsome boy while there’s a manhunt for me 😸

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username5 girl 💀not her playing with us 

⤷username7 fr- like you mean to tell us she’s been here since the race started, just with roscoe?? 

roscoelovescoco you’s my favourite’s 🐶 

⤷y/n.jpg aww roscoe! I’ll be back with more treats 

⤷username12 idk what’s funnier, the fact that lewis switched accounts to leave that or that everyone literally roles with it 

username4 wait…why is she with lewis and not with max? Like not even in a hater kind of way

⤷username9 nah you're so right, and there’s no max like either…maybe there really is trouble in paradise? 

bsf2 should’ve known you were with the dog, god your like a moth to a flame 

⤷bsf1 right, we checked charles first, should’ve checked lewis fr

⤷bsf1 also answer the phone 

lilymhe your literally so beautiful omg 🤭

⤷y/n.jpg no you 🤭

⤷lilymhe i’m going to kiss you 

⤷alexalbon ALRIGHT! THAT’S ENOUGH 

⤷y/n.jpg never let your boyfriend stop you from finding a wife 

username1 me personally, I think she should be with max and not lewis but again to each their own 

Y/n was trying to convince herself to turn back around, lose the nerve she got after the girls had convinced her to talk to Max but now that she was in front of his room, she felt like the world was closing in on her. She had to take a deep breath before raising her hand and knocking on his door before she really did bolt.

She couldn’t believe why she was there, over a kiss nonetheless. She thought she had it under control, it started causal. Staged smiles, holding hands at team events, exchanging playful banter for the cameras. But..then months passed and the line between fake and real blurred real bad. She found herself looking forward to her time with Max, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, and feeling a warmth in her chest when he smiled at her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the door opened up a few seconds later and Max stood there. “Hey…” she said, figuring it would be better for her to say hey first.

“Hey” he said and they stood outside his room for a few seconds, just staring at each other before he snapped out of it and opened the door wide enough for her to step in, “uh..do you want something to drink? I have soda”

“...sure” she said as she went and sat down on his couch and watched as he went to the mini fridge and grabbed a soda to hand to her, and together they popped open the cans and took a sip.

She took a few sips to make sure her throat was clear before she looked up at him, lowering the can before speaking, only for them both to speak at the same time.

“Oh- sorry you go first” she said with a head shake

“No, no you go first” he said and she stared at him for a moment before sighing and going first

“I- um..well firstly I’m sorry for being such a dick the last few days….I kissed you and I was just so scared that I had ruined our friendship that I just bolted…” she said in a nervous sort of stutter, trying to put her thoughts together to create a actual meaningful apology. “I promise, it won’t happen again”

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours. “ruining our friendship? I kissed you back, y/n, i couldn’t help it and I remember kissing you at the party a month ago but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make anything awkward”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Max, what are you saying…?”

“I’m saying I don’t want to be just friends or just fake partners anymore y/n” he admitted, his eyes glancing over every part of her expression. “ I want this to be real- us to be real”

You were silent for a moment, a rush of emotions causing your heart to beat like crazy. Relief, Joy, Anxiety, all mingling with the realization that he did feel the same. “I don’t want this to be fake anymore either…” she admitted as she looked at him.

Max's eyes lit up, and he moved to close the distance between them, cupping her cheeks so she’d stay looking at him. “Well…you’re going to break your promise then” he said and she laughed as she realized the promise she had just said maybe five minutes ago was already broken.

“I don’t think I’ll be torn up about it” she said with a smile and he smiled back at her before pulling her in for their third kiss, but this one was different. It carried all the unspoken emotions they both felt that they couldn’t put into words. It was no longer for the cameras, or part of an act and contract. It was real, and it had everything she didn’t even realize she needed.

As she pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. "So," he said with a grin, "how about we start this thing over? For real this time."

She laughed, nodding. "I'd like that, Max. I'd like that a lot."

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y/nofficial AND HES DONE IT!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO MY FAVORITE BRIT 😭❤️(well done babe and lando but this is Lewis’s post) 

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username2 YES P1!! He's made it!!! Lewis Hamilton, the KING OF SILVERSTONE

username6 it’s a proud day to be a Hamilton fan 🙌🏾

username9 WHAT A RACE!! 

username45 HE'S BACK ON TOP!! 

landonorris am I not your favorite anymore 🥺

⤷maxverstappen1 I’m always the favorite 🫵🤣

⤷y/nofficial 💀oh here you two go, can yall act like yall aren’t friends still 

⤷landonorris I am no woman’s peace 

⤷y/nofficial I can see that 😞(also wonderful job today) 

⤷landonorris ew don’t compliment me, it’s weird 

⤷y/nofficial 😃ALRIGHT 

lewishamilton thank you y/n 🙏🏽

⤷y/nofficial it’s my pleasure sir Hamilton 🫡now it seems I have to visit Roscoe before every race if this is the result 

⤷lewishamilton 🤣maybe so 

maxverstappen1 🥺 are you proud of me bae? 

⤷y/nofficial 💀max I swear- yes I’m proud of you 

⤷maxvertsappen1 @landonorris 🤣🫵I’m her favorite and she’s proud of me 

⤷landonorris MAN FUCK YOU 🖕🏻

⤷maxvertsappen1 your still flying back home with us tho right? 

⤷landonorris duh 🙄 

username77 nah but max running up to kiss y/n was so cute 

bsf1 😒 told you so 

⤷y/nofficial 💀girl shut the hell up

⤷bsf2 LMAOOO NO BC I WAS SO RIGHT NOW LOOK AT YOU

⤷username8 what was ashley right about?? share with the class plz?? 

⤷bsf1 sorry no, no tea spilled today 😞

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y/n.jpg if anything happens- it’s all Lewis’s fault 

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username23 💀😭this aged poorly 

⤷username89 what happened?? 

⤷username23 lol paparazzi caught y/n and max making out 🤣😭

⤷username66 lol making out is putting it lightly 😭😭

landonorris It’s Lewis’s fault chain! 

⤷y/n.jpg it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷maxverstappen1 it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷alexalbon it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷charlesleclerc it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷logansargeant it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷oscarpiastri it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷carlossainz it’s Lewis’s fault! 

⤷bsf1 its Lewis’s fault 

⤷bsf2 it’s Lewis’s fault 

⤷lewishamilton 😃

username78 STOP NOT THE GRID REALLY MAKING A CHAIN TO BLAME LEWIS 😭

⤷username69 did him all the way wrong 

username53 okay so we already got y/n and max damn near fucking in public but can we talk about the videos of Logan and Ashley all on each other?? 😃

⤷username44 THANK YOU! Literally no one is talking about the fact that he had his hands on her ass the whole night 😭

⤷username99 I don’t blame him 😭like that whole friend group is fine as hell 

→ the girls went wild when they watched max walk up and kiss y/n after the race 

→ they did indeed interrogate her for details on their talk 

→ Michael saw the race live and the tweet and was like 🤨that don’t look fake 

→ Logan and Ashley?? New couple or drunken entertainment?? 

Author’s Note!

RAWWWW LEWIS HAMILTON WON THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX!! THE GOAT IS BACK, WHAT A DAY TO BE A LEWIS GIRLIE 🙌😭I just had to finish and take the opportunity by its neck fr, anyways maxy/n is finally official! I decided to be nice and not have a whole lot of miscommunication bc let’s be real, max would probably have hunted her down with her at the grand prix so a conversation was inevitable, now the real question is should max and y/n hooked up now or should we wait? 

taglist: @boiohboii @ale-522 @ietss @theseerbetweenus @jaxx-7 @sainzluvrr @the-untamed-soul @ashy-kit @hc-dutch @nichmeddar @delululeclerc @sweate-r-weathe-r @dhanihamidi @tellybearryyyy @luvsforme @samantha-chicago @theblueblub

༉‧₊˚  CHAMPIONS LOVE ༉‧₊˚

⤷ Following the messy breakup between Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet, Max’s manager comes up with a solution to divert the attention – a fake relationship. His new girlfriend? Two time olympic gold medalist figure skater, y/n for the USA team. Easy? Well…

[scoobysnakz]

1950's greaser Miguel 😭 that's that

a/n: i had something like this in my drafts i was so happy omg 😭 also im so sorry this took so long i ended up falling down several rabbit holes around 50’s culture for no reason whatsoever. idk how to feel abt this it’s rushed and not proof read at all!!! so sorry for any dumb mistakes

warnings: none really except maybe threats of violence and very poorly written angst bc i just cant handle it.

everyone had warned you to watch out for guys like Miguel- the loud, cocky ones that only think with their dick. but you’ve never been one to listen, not to overbearing second cousins and patronising aunts, anyway.

your ignorance to their advice doesn’t do much, though, because as much as you pretend, they’re right. he knows he could have any girl he wants, all he’d have to do is flash her that signature smirk, maybe wrap one of his toned arms around her waist, and they’re putty in his hands.

so why would he give you- the gut-wrenchingly awkward waitress at the diner him and his friends flood after work- the time of day ?

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It's a peacefully slow day at the diner, booths just as empty as the tip jar and the counter bell unrung.

This would be the perfect opportunity to relax, count the cars passing by and try to work out if you can afford takeout for tea, but you are stuck talking to some random guy.

He's sweet enough, fairly attractive, and a large tipper. Hopefully, things don't get too difficult.

"So then I said to my buddy, Clarence. Y’know Clarence, sweetheart? Comes here twice a week with his wife on Tuesdays and then comes on Saturdays with his… lady friend?"

You internally grimace at his words. Your smile falters slightly but you fight to keep that forced, hospitality smile plastered on your face.

If working at this grimy diner has taught you anything it's that people like him don't want to see a strand of emotion other than flattery at their crude compliments.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question, darling.”

Your gaze snaps back to him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

“Do. You. Know. Clarence?" he sounds much gruffer now, more stern.

Panicked, you shake your head a quick no.

You do know Clarence and he is even more pushy than this guy, always taking a not-so-conspicuous glance at your chest, 'accidentally' groping your ass.

Somehow, he knows you're lying and his expression hardens. "Don't lie to me, m'kay? I asked you a simple question and all you have to do is answer it for me."

The way his words are so slow to pass through his thin, leathery lips makes your stomach form knots.

You glance around the diner but there's no one else there, the very few people who had been there left the moment he came in.

Is there something you don't know? You've been working here for just over a month and you thought you knew all the inside secrets, the customers to flirt with to get the big tip, who to give extra sugar too because they're too nervous to ask for it themselves, which families will clean up after themselves. Obviously not.

The sticky brown tables are lined with half-eaten meals and a few bills that people left behind before running off.

You can hear the stove humming lowly in the kitchen and the man's heavy breathing accompanying it.

"I don't know who Clarence is, sir." your tone matches his, harsh and unwilling. It's nine forty-five on a Saturday and all you want is five minutes of sleep. "So either order something or leave. It's company policy.” you pick up a creased piece of laminated paper that says pretty much what you did but in a much more formal narrative.

His face contorts into a snarl as he glares at you, lips curling and nostrils flaring in a way that immediately makes you regret your sudden surge of confidence.

"You're lucky I don't hit women," he mutters under his breath.

Those words alone are enough to make your skin crawl. It's a threat, a cleverly disguised one, but a threat all the same.

"I'll ask one more time, sweetie. Do you know Clarence?" his voice is painfully condescending. Under different circumstances you would have chewed his ear off.

Before you get a chance to snap back at him the bell chimes as someone else enters the diner. You thank God, and whoever else is up there with him, that you are no longer alone.

It's a regular- Peter. You flash an uneasy smile, willing him to get the hint.

His mousy brown hair hangs flat on his head, a few strands wrapped around his daughter's pudgy fingers. Lazily, he turns to face you, eyes narrowing as he takes in your nervous expression.

“Everything alright?” he asks.

The man scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We're fine, get your coffee and go.”

It takes him a second, round brown eyes darting between the two of you before he sucks in a sharp breath and nods his head.

Peter knows he isn't intimidating, painfully the opposite. It’s almost impossible for him to come across as anything other than naïvely friendly… perhaps a little agitating, though. There's never a moment where a charismatic grin isn't etched into his thin, rosy lips or an awkward joke said to ease the tension. According to him, it’s his Achilles heel.

Hurriedly, he excuses himself and Mayday and pushes his chair away from the counter before stumbling out the door. Your eye twitches with slight irritation but you push past it; there’s no point staying angry with Peter when he didn't have any obligation to ‘save’ you.

Smirking, the man looks at you. It’s just the two of you now.

You know you shouldn't have begged to take the closing shift alone. You had assumed you’d keep all the tips, get to clean up with whatever music you like playing and have some downtime before trudging through the busy New York streets. And now you know how idiotic it was to think that.

“Hey, bebita.” the shrill sound of the bell doesn't do anything to dampen obnoxiously loud entrance.

You drag your gaze over to the source of the tall shadow that’s blanketing the top of the sticky, wooden counter. It takes you no time at all to recognise that sturdy build and dark heap of slicked-back curls.

Your eyes scrunch as your lips utter a silent thank you to God for freeing you from the burden of this creep and a little less grateful plea to get rid of Miguel as soon as possible.

Don't get it wrong, you couldn't be happier someone has come to rescue you from whoever this balding weirdo is but you might be a little more giddy with glee if it wasn't Miguel. It’s not that he's a bad guy or anything but things can get a little tense between people when one of them stands the other one up.

Miguel slides onto one of the stools next to the man, who is now looking considerably less confident now that there's a 6’9 man sitting next to him.

“Can I get a coffee, please,” he orders with an awkward curve of his lips that doesn't quite form a smile.

“She’s busy right now, might want to go someplace else, lad,” the stranger says with a nod towards the door, almost trying to act pally with Miguel. But he knows better than that- surely.

You can see Miguel’s jaw tensing from the corner of your eye but you brush past it, finding amusement in his irritation.

“You know how I like it, black, no sugar,” he says before turning his attention back to the man.

You make your way down to the other end of the counter where the coffee pot sits, encompassed by splodgy brown rings stained into the wood. You wonder how long you can stay down here, how many excuses you can come up with before one of them grows weary and snaps.

The wash cloth is still damp, you know it is because you wiped everywhere down at least fifty times whilst waiting for your unwanted visitor to leave. You begin to scrub the battered wood again, trying in vain to remove the surplus of coffee stains that you know won’t budge.

It’s not even late and you’re exhausted. Just the thought of getting on the train has your eyes growing heavy and shoulders sagging. And now, you have to deal with two of the most irritating people to exist.

“Hurry up with his coffee, we have things to talk about!”

You whip your head around, eyes narrowed with spite and lips parted to spew whatever crude insult spills out first but Miguel beats you to it.

“What?” he scoffs.

“She’s taking forever, acting like we have all the time in the fucking world!”

Without any hesitation, Miguel is up, towering over the balding reprobate. His expression is calm, surprisingly, but the slight clench of his jaw can't hide from your watchful gaze. You’re tempted to intervene, cautious of the mess Miguel’s infamous outbursts leave behind, but this loathsome man getting put in his place is more than worth it.

“Apologise.”

The man swallows, yellowing eyes widened with panic. On his own, the man is intimidating. He’s taller than you and it’s easy to tell he works out but he's no Miguel. Side by side, he looks like an influenza-ridden Victorian child whilst Miguel continues to stand proud, attracting all attention like a pompous black hole.

His chapped lips move but no intelligible words come out, just a serious of worthless splutters and squeaks.

Miguel rolls his eyes. “Apologise to the lady. Now.”

Only silence follows. Silence so soft and crisp you swear you can hear the snowflakes falling on the dirtied pavements outside before they instantly melt away. That’ll be fun walking home in.

“Por dios,” Miguel groans, “You have one last chance, tell her you’re sorry or I’m dragging you out and telling everyone how much of an uneducados, baboso bastardo you are!”

“I-i only understood bastardo,” the man stammers and you just about manage to muffle the chuckle that bubbles in your chest.

“Getting kicked out it is,” Miguel sighs.

You watch through amused eyes as Miguel grabs him by his tattered collar and drags him towards the door. The man continues to protest this, blabbering about how he's more than happy to apologise and that he has friends in high-up places who won't be pleased to hear about this, but Miguel doesn't care.

He chucks him out into the street and you don't even have to see his face to know he’s smirking as the idiot lands flat on his ass because you are too.

The bell chimes his entrance once again, a proud grin on his face as he saunters towards you.

“So?” he questions expectantly.

Pushing past your amusement, you shrug your shoulders.

“I just kicked out some dick head for you and you’re not gonna say anything?”

“He didn't get a chance to pay, so you’re gonna have to cover it.” you flash him a sarcastic smile before picking up the tip jar and pushing it towards him, “and tip.”

His eyes narrow before he pulls out his wallet and behind to leaf through a series of wrinkled tens and twenties before pulling out a fifty. “Treat yourself.”

Again, you offer a forced smile before taking the jar away and opening the register to change the fifty for five tens. Your ears perk at the sound of his exasperated sigh, the corner of your mouth twitching into a grin at his irritation.

“You are so petty you know that, hermosa?”

You slam the register shut, mettle blooming in your chest at the dumbfounded expression on Miguel’s face.

You remain unblinking as you glare at him, not a slither of emotion is present on your face other than pure unbridled spite. You’ve never been able to wrap your head around his confidence. Sure, he's conventionally attractive and can tell you how the reason you never see stars at night isn't because of all the light pollution but because they know they’ll never compare to the grace of your smile or the dazzling beauty of your eyes all in Spanish. But is he really that amazing?

He pulls out a small metal tube from his pocket and pops it open. “Toothpick?” he offers, sliding one between his lips, “cherry flavoured.”

You keep staring disdainfully at him, expression unmoving.

“I’m starting to understand why he was in such a grump,” he mutters to himself, although his eyes are still carefully trained on you, “with service like this, any man would end up in a funk like that.”

That does it. You slam your fists on the tacky counter with a furious groan. You’re so fucking tired, not one single person in this entire rat-filled city has manners, the last thing you need is some self-obsessed playboy messing with your emotions.

Palms stinging , you look back up at him. His eyes are slightly widened but he stays silent, slightly baffled by whatever just happened.

“Get out, Miguel.”

He scoffs and stays where he is, clearly not oblivious to how infuriating he is.

“I’m not joking. Get out.”

His expression falters slightly but again, he simply refuses to move.

“I am so tired of people walking all over me, not an ounce of courtesy or anything. I'm not letting you, of all people, treat me the same.”

Slowly, he stands up, pushing his toothpick holder into his inside pocket.

“Please,” your voice cracks as tears sting the corners of your eyes, “just get out.”

You don't wait to hear the door close before allowing yourself to crumple, head falling onto your folded arms on the counter while unwanted tears trail down your cheeks.

You can’t believe you just broke down that, completely unprovoked. Miguel didn't help but whatever just happened was… it was more than unnecessary it was just plain childishness. How could you have allowed yourself to get so worked up? Normally you’re so collected, and always know how to act, yet the second that cocky idiot is around your emotions run havoc.

Then, your nose breathes in that familiar cedar and menthol smell. Internally, you groan.

“Look, I’m sorry that was out of order,” he mutters.

You roll your eyes. It's all well and good being able to apologize for being a dick one time but when you're continuously being a douche the effect tends to wear off.

“How did you even get behind here?” you mumble into your arms.

Ignoring your question, he slowly wraps an arm around your waist. You jump, at first, but allow yourself to relax. It’s nice being held, even if it's awkwardly and by someone you detest.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

What a gentleman.

Sniffling, you lift your head and turn to face him. “I don't have a car, Miguel!” you croak out.

What could pass as either a pout or a thoughtful frown forms on his lips as he stares at you. Whatever it is, it reeks of sympathy that you didn't ask for.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve said that.”

“No. I’m sorry about before.”

You scoff. It’s like he refuses to listen to you on purpose.

He runs his fingers through his hair, a sigh pushing past his lips. “I’m sorry about not showing up.”

It takes a second or two before you get what he means. You raise your brow, taken aback by his sudden ability to take just enough responsibility to apologize but not enough to actually say what he did. It’s funny, in a way, that it took you having to yell at him and break down crying before it even clicked that he should apologize.

“It’s fine, you were a dick and I got over it.” you lie.

He scowls, clearly unimpressed by the lack of enthusiasm his apology earned him. He steps a little closer, fingers grazing against your middle. Instinctively, your stomach clenches at the contact but you don't move away.

“That’s… that’s fair.”

You hum in agreement but remain silent.

“Forgot how to speak?” his voice is smooth like velvet but you don't take the bait. You’ve been in this position before, Miguel holding you close, a sudden softness to his demeanour whilst he comforts you. And last time it ended with you crying into your pillow until you fell asleep.

His hand turns your face towards him, thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip. “Que niña tan linda,” he utters.

Your upper lip curls up in disgust and you push him away. You might be exhausted and emotionally distraught but that doesn't mean you don't have common sense.

Something, you’re not quite sure what, flickers across his expression as he bites down on his bottom lip.

Defensively, he holds his hands up and takes a dramatic step away. “Misread the room.”

You laugh. Again, it's not even a proper apology, just something to clear his conscious until he does something equally as idiotic. It would take a miracle for him to give a heartfelt, meaningful apology and you sincerely doubt any miracles are coming his way.

Another awkward silence fills the room. It's not like the one before, though, there’s no fear of death or ill-mannered slobs taking up all thinking space. Just you and Miguel, stood dangerously close while you cumbersomely sniffle away your tears.

You can feel it, Miguel’s intense gaze burning holes into the side of your face. He doesn't look away, just keeps staring at you, unblinking and unmoving.

“Bebita.” you allow yourself to look at him. The harsh, flickering yellow lights hang close to his head and burn the corners of your eyes. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“If you thought so, I wouldn't have been left standing outside the movies for an hour in the rain waiting for you,” you mutter snidely.

Ditching his previous tactics for forgiveness, he groans. “I told you already, I was busy.”

Everyone had warned you to watch out for guys like Miguel- the loud, cocky ones that only think with their dick. But you’ve never been one to listen, not to overbearing second cousins and patronising aunts, anyway.

Your ignorance of their advice hadn’t done much, though, because as much as you’d pretended, they were right. He knows he could have any girl he wants, all he’d have to do is flash her that signature smirk, maybe wrap one of his toned arms around her waist, and they’re putty in his hands.

And you'd fallen for his flirtatious trap once before. Hook, line and sinker.

You force your gaze away, deciding eye contact with him isn't worth the optical damage that will surely present itself sooner or later.

“You have a house phone, could have called me or the diner, hell- Peter would have been happy to be your little messenger pigeon!” it all comes out at once, a toxic blur of anger and regret that has been burning in your chest since the moment he walked in tumbling out your mouth before you could get a chance to stop yourself. “You are the scum of the earth, Miguel. I hope you know that.”

He lets your words settle in the air, arm slowly retracting from your waist and coming to rest on the countertop. His lips are pursed into a tight line that hides all emotion but the remnants of a frown tug his brown eyes downwards.

“Peter had come out, before, telling me that some creep was in there bothering you.” he glances back down at you, waiting for something other than fury to be represented on your face only to realise his optimism was all in vain and continuing on. “And I thought… maybe if I sort this out for her, she’ll forgive me.”

“You trying to be a good person now doesn't make standing me up okay.” you pause, angling yourself to face him, a sudden wave of sympathy crashing over you at the sight of his shiny eyes. “I forgive you, for now.”

This time, he doesn't even try to hide the pleased smirk on his face. His obnoxiously sharp canines poke proudly over his bottom lip and that ridiculous cocky twinkle is back in his eyes. If he was a dog, his tail would be wagging to no end.

“Does this mean we’re friends now?”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “I can't be friends with someone who tips with a fifty, it’s too ironic and tacky.”

He clutches his chest in feigned offence before a low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest.

You aren't too sure what you are, in all honesty. The two of you had started off as acquaintances, which led to a strange friendship which had snowballed into him kissing you in the kitchen after closing hours before he stood you up on your first proper date. And now you’re both here, laughing even though you’re certain you wanted him dead almost a minute ago.

“Can I try again, then? I want to get it right.”

You shrug, you only live once.

[baratiddyappreciator]

Dating the main Baki cast HCs

Continuing on with these because... idk, I can't find many that I really like.

Baki:

You two would probably get together sometime after Kozue has had enough with his constant putting his life on the line and in danger.

He's not a good boyfriend, but he's not a bad one either. He's really only had experience with Kozue, and even then, they weren't really together for a really long time.

He's either very present or very absent, there is no in-between. Be prepared to be put on a back burner if he wants to train to defeat a strong opponent or just because he yes he absolutely needed to spend an entire month training up in the middle of nowhere.

He does try and be present for you though, he likes to show his partner that he cares and appreciates them. A lot of making food and cuddling whenever he's not obsessively training or getting ready for a fight.

Introduce this man to ASMR and he will absolutely melt tbh, he's already super chill, ASMR would just amplify that level of chill. Once you introduce the concept of a self-care night, he'll be fully on-board.

"Hey baby, are you ready for our quiet night in? The blankets are fresh out of the dryer, they'll be nice and warm."

Kozue:

You two would probably get together a while after she dumps Baki because that boy gives her too much stress to date, but she can indeed keep him as a friend. Let me tell you that the relief of having someone less likely to get themselves killed by being an idiot from planet strong does wonders for this girl.

A lot of average and basic dates, but that's okay, she doesn't need anything fancy as long as you have a good time. It's about the quality with her, and some good quality time is all she needs.

Self care is really important to her, considering she spends a lot of time studying and doing extra-curricular activities (as well as worrying about Baki's dumbass), so playing with her hair during down time or even a little shoulder massage while she's studying goes a long way with her.

High-key needs someone who can reassure her that she's doing the right thing or validate her worries and not make her feel like she's crazy or over reacting about something that stresses her out.

Pamper the hell out of her, this girl deserves it. Get her some cozy pajamas and a nice fluffy blanket, drag her into bed and watch a movie or her favourite idols performing live before bed, help this girlie pop relax after a stressful week.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have crammed that project, I mean, it's not due for another while. Thanks for the help!"

Hanayama:

He met you at a bar, and the man absolutely did not waste any time expressing that he was interested. Unfortunately for him, he's basically physically unable of being suave or subtle, so he absolutely fumbled the bag in the beginning.

Don't expect him to have any idea what he's doing in the beginning, he'll be awkward and confused about what he's doing with you, a lot of just straight up staring at you and than saying something that is (probably) really weird or rude. It takes a while for things to click with him, but once they do and he figures out what sort of things you like, he's actually a pretty good partner.

He's actually really sweet once he figures out what you like. Do you like quality time? Yeah, he can do quality time once in a while, just don't expect him to appreciate it if you ask him to snuggle while he's in front of his underlings. He has a reputation to uphold you know.

He absolutely loves showing off how strong he is for you. Need that jar opened? No problem, he's got it. Just make sure you have a spare container handy for whatever is inside. You want him to help you reach something? Yeah, he can do that, up you go. Anyone bugging you? Not anymore. As a matter of fact, they're never seen again, and if they are, it's definitely in worse shape then they were last.

He's theoretically a great listener, but whether or not he's actually listening to you is a 50/50, because he might just be lost in his own head. He doesn't talk a lot, but when he does speak his mind, you should probably listen, because he doesn't really confide in a lot of people.

He'll absolutely spoil you to show off, but then sometimes he'll get you small, really thoughtful gifts that he knows you'll like. Did your favourite necklace go missing? Don't worry, he's gotten it cleaned, fixed and polished, he's got it in his back pocket in a box so he can give it to you later.

"Hey, I've got somethin' for ya. Turn around and close your eyes, trust me, you'll like this one."

Katsumi:

Honestly, you either met him while just out and about and saw him with the Shinshinkai karate boys, or you met him while you were just out and about. Either way, it's one of those situations where you wind up having no clue how you bagged this one.

He's absolutely the kind of guy to be able to charm your socks (and pants) off but he does it with pure intentions. He just wants to make sure that you know he has eyes only for you.

He absolutely uses his parent's relationship to judge if he's doing things right. Do you look at him the same way his mom looks at his dad? No? Well, looks like he needs to work harder then, because that's absolutely how he wants his pookie to look at him.

You know those giant plush teddy bears? Yeah, so does he. He would absolutely get you one. He would also crawl inside said teddy bear and surprise you, especially if you've had a rough day. So if he asks you to go grab something from the store, then be very suspicious.

Absolutely the kind of guy to cuddle you while you both sleep. He'll wake up a few minutes early just so he can spend some time cuddling you before he gets up to work out. Lots of sleepy kisses and little mumbled I love you's while he rubs your back or plays with your hair.

"Hey precious, good morning. Did you sleep okay? The sun's not up yet, we can stay in bed a little bit longer."

Jack:

Honestly, you likely met him while he was out and about, likely at a restaurant or while he was at the gym, and he probably ignored you the entire time, the man is incredibly used to having to ignore people staring at him, but he's not very used to those stares being literal heart eyes.

He's oddly enough a more competent partner than Baki, but not by a lot. He'll give you attention, sure, but you aren't really a priority in his eyes, just a nice bonus that makes life more enjoyable for him. He'll at least pause his training and workouts to give you a small kiss on the forehead or to look at you while you're talking to him.

Definitely not perfect, he's a stubborn man, and while he'll usually give in to some requests of yours. He's not going to ease up on his training, and he's not going to stop taking steroids, but he will at least refrain from taking them in front of you, and he'll at least bring water with him while he trains.

Katsumi has lazy mornings, but Jack has lazy nights. After his night-time run, supper and a shower, he's perfectly happy to curl up and laze around with you until one or both of you falls asleep.

His voice gets really rumbly when he's tired or right after he's woken up, so talking to him when he's right on the cusp of sleep winds up in him mumbling back to you, not even bothering to open his eyes unless it's just stupid enough.

He's more used to violence, so gentle touches absolutely make him shiver. If you gently scratch the back of his man's neck right at the base of his skull you can knock him out in under five minutes. He can't even complain, it probably helps with his back pain, and he's not above returning the favour.

This man radiates heat too, so a movie night in bed while it's chilly out is just pure bliss with him, because he'd absolutely start tracing little shapes on your back and thighs.

"Hey darlin', c'mere, you're gonna get cold all the way over there. The bed's warm and it's gettin' kinda late."

Kosho:

You probably saw him doing something dumb and dangerous (cough cough standing in front of a charging bull cough cough) and he somehow managed to not die??? And you also managed to not die??? Impressive.

He's not a distant partner, but he's not very close either. He doesn't want you to be seen as a potential weakness for him, but he also wants to brag about you because you're just so gorgeous and precious, and he's absolutely head over heels.

If you like taking care of your hands, that's something he'll have in common with you. His hands and feet are some of his greatest weapons, his fingers and nails especially. Give him a manicure and he will both kill and die for you.

Treating his greatest weapons with such care and gentleness is a surefire way to show that you care about him and his training. Show this man some love, he deserves it.

Playfully bullying each-other is a very large aspect of the relationship most likely, he is a younger sibling, he's gotta get that younger sibling energy out somehow, but he won't cross the line, he's not trying to be mean.

"Yeah yeah, and you're the president of the United States. Should I follow you around everywhere you go like a lovesick puppy to make sure you don't get kidnapped?"

Kureha:

You most likely met him at work, in school, or at the gym. And like most other people, you probably thought that he was really charming and well-spoken. Until you got to know him a little bit better and realized that he's just a straight up bitch.

Unlike Kosho, who playfully teases you, Kureha will sometimes actively be mean to you. If you can roll with the punches though, you'll be surprised to find that he'll start showing you that he doesn't actually mean anything by his snarky comments.

No, he will not let you play with his hair, absolutely not, that is his and his alone. You can look at it though. And don't use his shampoo either. Sure it smells good, of course it does. It's his.

I hope you don't mind messes either, because this man is either one of the neatest people alive, or one of the messiest. I'm talking just walking away from whatever he's doing for hours on end because he got called away to do something, or got the sudden urge to go workout again.

He's also a wild sleeper, so for the first little bit you'll get some good sleep, but once he gets into a deeper sleep you're probably going to get kicked or rolled around.

If you somehow manage to sleep through that, then his fifteen billion alarms are probably going to wake you up. You will not be in a normal sleeping position, because he'll have moved you around in his sleep.

He doesn't really cuddle, but he will let you curl up to him. He likes feeling how much more delicate you are than he is. He's also the kind of guy to just grab your hand and look at it for a little while, doing all sorts of random stuff like posing your fingers or bending your wrist.

"You do know that you've got some of the worst circulation that I've ever seen, right? Your fingers are always so cold, go stick them under some hot water before you give me hypothermia."

Retsu:

It's a case of right place right time with this one, because as far as you were concerned, you were just going to go get some groceries, and now there is a wall of man asking you if you know where they moved the seasoning to.

Very much an old man when it comes to love. He'll take you out on several dates before he actually asks you to be his partner. Not like, six or seven dates, nono, enough dates to just assume that you were already official.

Even when you are dating, this man is going to be working hard to properly court you. Do you want a quiet night in? He'll clean the place up, cook some dinner and set up some nice music so you can have a relaxing atmosphere.

He's also the kind of person to just spontaneously go on a walk. Sitting inside all day when there's good weather is such a waste of a good day, why not go walk through the park to go see the ducks or watch other people having a good time?

A few months into actually dating, he'll just sorta start reading you poetry. Really beautiful poetry too. The man has such a relaxing voice that he could probably soothe you to sleep. Ask him to read you a story during a rainy day and you'll be snoring before he finishes the first chapter.

"Did you want some more tea before I begin? How about a blanket? Alright, let's see what we have here."

Doppo:

Honestly, the only way I can see Doppo getting into a relationship with someone is if Natsue passes away, and even then, he probably wouldn't, but HYPOTHETICALLY, if he did, it would be with someone closer to his own age, he wouldn't want to feel like a cradle-snatcher.

We all know how devoted he is to Natsue, if he falls for you he'll fall HARD, anything you want, you can get it, just say the words. Hell, you don't even have to say the words, if he catches you looking at something for a while with that look of want in your eyes, expect it to be placed into your hands on your next date night.

Speaking of date nights, those happen frequently. He wants to make sure you know just how loved and valued you are, so he's taking you out every weekend for a nice quiet dinner somewhere cozy and pretty.

Expect for him to teach you a thing or two about self-defense. He may be your Superman, but he's not always right by your side, and he wants to know that you're safe.

Katsumi is pretty chill, so he wouldn't exactly mind another parental figure in his life either. Which is good, because Doppo does care about his son, and if Katsumi is against you being with him, he'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He holds your hands a lot. When you're walking, sitting together, laying down to go to sleep, he just likes holding your hands and calling you pretty.

He's a suave mf, he knows how to compliment someone to get their heart fluttering. He'll look you dead in the eyes and give you the most thoughtful, love-filled compliment anyone has ever given you, and he won't stop until you make him shut up.

"Honey, you are the most stunning person I know. I'm lucky that you chose me, because your love is like standing in sunshine, like walking on a cloud."

Shibukawa:

I just can't see him getting involved with someone much younger than him honestly. Just imagining him with a sweet older partner that he can just sit and exist with and talk about life is just such pleasant imagery for me.

Someone who understands all his old aches and pains, and is there to support him through it. He's not decrepit, mind you, he's still pretty spry for a man in his mid seventies, so if anything, he's the one taking care of you.

He loves his early mornings, drinking tea and watching the sun rise, listening to the birds and the sounds of nature before the city comes to life, probably sitting out on a patio, just the two of you.

A lot of mischief. He's a mischievous old man, and you'd probably have to reign him in, he's not as spry as the youngsters he pranks after all, and sometimes someone needs to remind him to slow down a little sometimes.

He probably has a collection of all of his glass eyes, divided between old broken ones and new unused ones, all the way from his first one to the newest ones that he's had made. It pays to have spares.

You know the old people who pop out their dentures to scare kids? Yeah he does that with his eye, and you'd be left either trying to comfort this poor traumatized child or scold him so the parents don't get too upset. You can laugh about it later, don't worry, he certainly will be.

"Oh nonsense! That little brat needed to have a good scare, did you see the way he was treating his parents? It's just a glass eye, give him a few years and that'll be one of the coolest things he's ever seen!"

[writtenonreceipts]

@throneofglassmicrofics

July Prompt: Watermelon Pairing: Nestaq (Nesryn x Sartaq)

a/n: idk. just wanted to write them. took an embarrassing amount of time to spit this out.

warnings: none, except being very poorly edited, 556 words

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Watermelon

“What are you doing?”

Nesryn did her best to hide her flinch as she looked up with as much innocence as she could muster.  Standing next to her in the dwindling line of the picnic line-up, Sartaq didn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

The sun beat down overhead at just the right angle to where he remained in shadow and she was left to the sunglare.  The mid-July heat left the entire party desperate for refreshment, but the Whitethorn-Galathynius household always knew how to throw a party.  There were lounge chairs beside the pool and shade umbrellas already in place.  Mostly everyone else had gone through the line which made Nesryn feel all the more confident in her food choices.  At least she would have if Sartaq could learn to keep his trap shut.

She squared her shoulders and fixed him with as dignified a glare as she could. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She even planted a hand on her hip for emphasis.

“Do you really need all that watermelon?”  He pressed.

Nesryn forces herself not to look down.  Because she knew just how loaded that plate was with all that watermelon.

“I like watermelon,” she said.  Which was true. “A lot.”

Sartaq’s grin broadened. “Sure.”

“And it’s hot,” she added.

“Okay.”

“No one else took any one their trip through, their loss.”

Alright, so maybe that wasn’t the best etiquette in picnic-barbeque goings on.  But she really was more of a if you snooze you lose mentality type person.

What she didn’t like though was Sartaq teasing her.  Not with his stupid grin or that gleam in his eyes.  Didn’t help that he was shirtless having just got out of the pool half an hour ago.  Did he really have to be as attractive as he was?

Eye’s up Faliq, she told herself.

“Right,” Sartaq murmured, obviously not buying anything she was saying.  And, most unfortunately, noticing the way she was ogling him.  That smile of his ticked just a little higher.

“There’s plenty of watermelon left,” she continued. 

She didn’t know what it was about Sartaq that made her heart rate pick up and her breath hitch.  They’d known each other for two years now after a messed up series of awkward experiences (her fault) and accidental strip tease post thunderstorm last November (her fault too).  Despite her faux paus and many, many, mistakes, he still hadn’t written her off.  Which she supposed was good.  Or even more awkward.  Hell he probably pitied her.  She pitied her.

Sartaq reached out and plucked a piece of watermelon from her plate before he headed back to the seating area where most of their friends had taken up.

Nesryn watched him go, not checking him out, and grabbed a napkin from the pile.  It wasn’t her fault she preferred watermelon and there really was plenty.  She’d have a dozen watermelons delivered to his house, see what he thought about that.

“Why are you checking out Sartag?”

Nesryn nearly dropped her plate as her friend, Yrene, stepped up beside her.  She wore a yellow sundress, her thick curls spiraling down her back.  She looked absolutely stunning even at eight and a half months pregnant.  

“I’m not checking out Sartaq.” Lie.

Yrene only raised a single brow before grabbing her own plate of food.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Hell.

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[blondedmuse]

JUST FOR TONIGHT

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

synopsis. ꩜ you learn how bradley truly feels about you.

author's note. ∿ wow look whose writing again! this also has no editing because i’m so tired and wrote this in 30 minutes

word count. ⨾ idk a lot

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It’s the middle of a the night and you found yourself wide awake and held tightly in strong arms. You should be tired and you should be asleep but the heartbeat of the man behind you has kept you wide awake.

He’d ended up in your bed more often than not in the past few months and you in his. It’s a game you didn’t know you were playing, tip-toeing around each other to see who would fold first.

It was usually you, and you’d take him home with no regrets that night but then once he was gone by morning there was always a sour taste left in your mouth.

It lingered because you were yearning for something more—something you weren’t sure Bradley wanted. While he took you out from time to time, you continued to tell yourself you were just friends; with benefits of course.

There were lines that you established neither of you were meant to cross, yet it’s as if those boundaries were made to be broken.

So now you lay wide awake contemplating where you stand and what this means for the both of you. You tilt you head so you can see Bradley and you don’t think the thoughts of your present have ever once occurred to him. Maybe they have but it’s not worth the headache, especially at four in the morning.

So carefully, you slip from the hold of his arms and off the bed and head to the living room, taking your acoustic guitar with you. You settle on your couch with the hopes that music will serve as a sufficient distraction and your fingers drift to the chords of I Love You So by The Walters.

The song is quiet enough to keep him from his wake and you sing the words just above a whisper. Halfway through the song you almost forgot Bradley was in your bedroom—almost.

The truth is the moment you’d left the room and your side of the bed was cold, he woke up. He’d slowly been growing accustomed to your body in his arms as he fell asleep, which he damned himself for because it was never meant to happen. It was never meant to happen because why would you feel that same? You were just friends, right?

Still he woke up looking around the room for your figure and as soon as he heard a voice he realized maybe he didn’t have to search far. It wasn’t long before he noticed you were singing, to which he then realized he’d never heard before. He’d always wanted to ask you to play something for him, to hear your voice to the tune of one of your favorite songs and now he had the chance.

He walked downstairs as quietly as he could which proved itself to be not quiet enough as you turned around to see him standing at the bottom of your stairs.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t mind.” he sighed before thinking of the right words to say.

“I’d like it if you kept going.”

You hesitated before nodding to the spot next to you on the couch. “Don’t you have training tomorrow? I just- I think you should get some sleep. Proper sleep.”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather you sing me to sleep anyways,” He told you, shifting his position so that he was lying down.

“Please?” He asked and how could you say no?

“Alright,” You agreed and your fingers started once again. Going for something slower, you started playing John Wayne by Cigarettes After Sex, singing along like you had done earlier.

Once you finished the song you were sure he was out like a light with his eyes closed and breathing slowed, and you were stuck in this awkward position once again. Before you could get up however, the sound of his voice left you frozen.

“I hope you know I love your voice. Love it almost just as much as I love you,” He rasped.

Your brows cinched together and you heart stopped momentarily. Did Bradley just say he loves you? You looked to him again to see his eyes flutter open, searching your face for any kind of reaction.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/N, I just wanted to tell you. But if anything, I do want you to stay with me. Just for tonight?”

You obliged, setting your guitar down on the coffee table in front of you and lying down next to Bradley, allowing him to hold your once again and you allowed his warmth to consume you like a love.

You knew you would talk about this tomorrow morning, but for now you could only hope it wasn’t just for tonight.

[chipped-chimera]

Today in fish nonsense! 🐟🐠- Tank is good to go! Cool wood piece is cleaned and time to spend way too long on a plan painting.

More below the cut.

Tank has been set up, leak tested so it's good to go (after I overhauled the layout of my office ... still dealing with the fallout of that though lol) and the piece of jarrah/mirra? wood that my Dad grabbed from the tree he cut down on a farm (noting this specifically because it's actually now illegal to commercially harvest Jarrah in my state - this was on private property so it's legal) has had the absolute crap scrubbed out of it - I mean literally, in the process I found yet another interesting hole in it so that's cool, then high-pressure blasted with water so I am finally ready to think about scaping.

Which apparently means spending longer than I should drawing a plan lol. This piece is super awkward to work with I think - while functionally interesting it has a silhouette that makes me oscillate between 'boring' and 'awkward'. After talking to some artist friends, generally it was agreed I'd need to put more stuff in there to actually make it look better, right now naked glass is super harsh. Problem is, rocks and wood? Well in the aquarium hobby that shit is expensive. We're talking 60 AUD+ for pieces of wood. I mean they are fully cleaned and treated (?) and selected for being interesting, but I have a budget and I'd like to save as much of it as I can for more than just harscape sooooo planning is just the right idea here.

Thinking seiryu stone because I looooove the white veining through it, and then for the branches to break up the shape it's probably going to be spiderwood or something (as much as I love mopani wood I don't think it usually sells branched like this - but I will watch out for it) but the good part is these pieces are all probably going to be on the smaller side since I have my huge hunk of feature wood for free.

I don't know how this piece of wood will interact with inhabitants, I've soaked it for probably a month at this point to get a large amount of the tannins out (and I know it waterlogs, which is great because I won't have to play 'how long will this take to sink') but also to help the looser material come off so all I'm left with now is the hard stuff. It's also now sitting in the sun (and I mean sun - it is going to be 40C today and the next few days so that shit is gonna bake 💀) but prior to that has been sitting in the sun either here or the farm for a total of about idk ... at least a month? Maybe more?

I've struggled to find information on whether Jarrah or Mirra wood is safe beyond one post on a forum where someone-who-knew-someone at a local fish shop had put a piece of this in his store tank and all the fish died. Beyond that? no more context. According to my freshwater ecologist friend I caught up with, she thinks it's probably going to be okay given the amount of time/work put in. I have not done a bleach soak and I don't think I really need to given the amount of time it's been soaking in regular tap water (so already contains chlorine) and sun exposure. There will still probably be tannin leakage into the water but I'm okay with having a mild blackwater tank after seeing one in my LFS, I actually like the slight tannin tint of water and how it makes everything a little 'softer'. But I do ACTUALLY want to be able to see though lmao. I've also seen Jarrah seed pods sold locally specifically for blackwater tank setups so it might be fine?

Either way the plan is going to be: Scape, plant, cycle and then introduction of some cheap shrimp as my poor guinea pigs to see if that wood actually is awful.

Right now I'll just have to painstakingly go through plant choices and placement and making sure it lines up with the planned parameters for the community. I absolutely will take suggestions btw.

More soon. Fish nonsense will contain fish ... at some point. I swear lmao.

[pandapupremade]

Babysitting Cream

WORDS: 1918

SHIP: Mephiles / Infinite x Lila Kitty (poly selfship)

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of food, discussions involving past events of villain actions which are not relevant to the actual fic but yknow

SUMMARY: A trio of idiots babysits a 6 year old. It's fine. Everything's fine.

author note: I have worked on-off for this since like. idk months ago a loong time. possibly even since 2021. either way i find it very funny and finally finished it. enjoy

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    "You don't mind, do you?" Lila asked as she poured herself some coffee that morning, "I mean, it's not like you two have other plans, right?" She received blank stares in response. Well, Mephiles always stared blankly, but Infinite's stares were usually more disappointed...Ah, that's besides the point.

    She had, for context, just dropped the awkward (not for her) bomb that she had agreed to Mephiles, Infinite and herself babysitting six year old Cream the Rabbit while her mom, Vanilla, went out on a day trip with a friend. (Which was a little strange to Lila, because normally Vanilla would simply take Cream along, but it seems the friend wanted some alone time, whoever it was...)

      Anyway, the babysitting thing; it was going to start around noon, and Lila hadn't bothered to tell either of her partners before the morning of. It's fine, she knew they never really went anywhere without her, so if they hadn't been able to help out, she would've known!

       Infinite sighed, moving forward and crossing his elbows on the kitchen table. "Interesting mother the child must have, to entrust her daughter to the likes of us..."

       Lila paused. "...Yeaaah, I guess that's true - Mephiles almost destroyed the essence of time, you kinda reigned terror for a while..." She tapped her chin. "..Ah well. What's done is done and well in the past." ...Technically what Mephiles did never happened in this timeline, though. Infinite has less excuse.

       "There would also be you, who is a danger to everyone, including herself." Infinite added, to which Lila huffed.

      "I'm more careful when it's not my life on the line!" She told him, putting her hand on her hip and sipping her coffee a moment after. She froze, then, and glared at Mephiles now - "Don't you say a WORD about it, Mr. Ruined Timeline."

      Infinite also glanced at Mephiles, who had been quiet so far (though had a minor air of amusement at Lila's words). "...What about you? You have no complaints?"

       Mephiles said nothing a moment longer, then looked up at him. "...No." A goo monster of few words. Oh well.

      "Glad to hear it! Vanilla is really sweet, so I would hate to let her down!" Lila hummed. If that's truly the case, maybe she should've checked with Infinite and Mephiles BEFORE the day of, buuut...That's not how Lila rolls, and everyone knows it.

      "I do wonder, though," She mused as she leaned against the counter, "Who exactly is she going out with...? Is she dating someone? Hmm..."

        "It's not your business, is it?" Infinite shook his head. "There you go again, observing everyone's lives..."

        "I'm just curious! It's not like I'd ASK HER something so personal!" Press the X button to doubt, as the kids say. Infinite and Mephiles would mash that button if it were physical.

    ...........

    A little later, the three would depart, and a bit after that would arrive at the little cottage that Cream and her mother called home.

    "Well, we're here!" Lila smiled with the announcement of her presence, skipping up the decorative garden-barriered walkway. "Man, it's always so cozy here..."

     "That's a word for it," Infinite eyed the home with a bit of distaste. Clearly, it was too cutesy for him. Mephiles also seemed a little...put off by the bright colors. He began to reach out, actually, for a flower, but Lila stopped him.

      "Hey! Don't touch the flowers! Cream worked hard to plant those."

      "...The child planted these?" Mephiles seemed...curious. Weird.

      "Yes, and I don't need you upsetting her before we even get inside." Lila scolded him. Still, her attention was caught by the front door opening, and a very tall rabbit stepping out.

      "Miss Lila, is that you?" the woman spoke with a restful expression; probably a demeanor unfitting of her greeting two ex-villains and the singular and irresponsible thing keeping them from returning to said villainy. Yeah, Lila was that singular thing, somehow.

      "Ah! Miss Vanilla!" Lila beamed, "You look lovely today!"

        "Thank you, dear. Please, all of you - do come in..." She opened her front door a tad wider, and Lila gestured for her partners to follow as she walked inside. The interior was comfortable, but somehow bigger than the outside had implied. "Cream shouldn't be any trouble for you today...In fact, she seems quite excited to see you."

          "Oh, she could never be any trouble." Lila shook her head. "She's so sweet, after all...Where is she now?"

          "Ah, she's in her room with Cheese and Chocola..."

         "Well, we'll go see her, then." Lila nodded, and started towards the hallway.

         "Oh, do you know which room is hers?"

 Vanilla gently called after her, and the feline stopped. 

        "Er...." Didn't think so. Vanilla would inform her, though, and they'd actually make their way there.

         Voices were audible, once getting closer - well, one mobian voice, and two chao voices. "Cheese, please pass the sugar."

         "Chao, chao!"

          "Thank you. More tea, Chocola?"

            "Chao, chao, chaaao!"

           "Certainly!"

     "Tea parties..." Infinite grimaced, but Lila shushed him.

     "You will enjoy a lovely tea party with Cream, Finni." She smiled in a way he did not exactly feel emotionally supported by. "And you'll play dress up, eat her toy cooking, compliment her pictures, give her friendship bracelets..."

    "Joyous day. Shall I allow her piggyback riding as well?"

    "Oh! Great idea!"

    Infinite's hand brought itself to his face. There was no backing out now, was there? Absolutely not, and it was worthless to even ask. 

    "Hi Cream!" Lila popped her head into the room, followed by stepping in with a bit of a sway in her movements. "And Cheese and Chocola, of course! I hope I'm not interrupting..."

   "Oh, hello Miss Lila!" The soft spoken little rabbit smiled - although, she actually wasn't much shorter than Lila. Lila was small for an adult mobian, you see. "Please don't worry! You're always an invited guest."

   She then blinked as Infinite peered his head in behind Lila. Lila glanced at the Jackal. "Oh, um...I brought along some friends - is that alright, Cream?" She smiled a tad...nervously now.

     Cream tilted her head. "Hm? Oh!" Another blink, and a surprised expression. "Of course, Miss Lila! I'm sorry for staring, Mister Infinite. Please, do come in."

    Infinite hesitated, seeming to be more on edge than before. Lila, on the other hand, relaxed tremendously. Then, Cream spoke again.

     "Miss Lila, you said you brought friends...But I only see you and Mister Infinite."

     Lila glanced around. "Ah - oop - one second. Mephy, where are you?" The cat moved to leave and search...Leaving Infinite and a child alone.

     A child, to be specific, who knew all about the destruction and fear he had caused. Infinite could only give a feeble, fleeting prayer that she at least hadn't witnessed it first hand.

    Yet the girl said nothing to him, really. For all he knew as she turned back to her Chao, her intentions were to ignore him. Maybe for the first time in his stubborn life, Infinite was fine with no acknowledgement. He watched her pick up another little teacup and fill it with some apple juice - sorry, tea - with just as sweet a smile as before. Infinite figured it was for Lila, and tilted his head to gaze around the tiny little room.

"...Here you are, Mister Infinite."

   The direct referral certainly took him off guard. He looked back at Cream, bewildered at her offering out the teacup she had just poured.  "...What?"

  "It's for you. I do insist you drink it while it's hot."

   Infinite blinked, but took it in his hands with more gentleness than maybe anyone expected. But Cream did not waver. She retained her pleasant demeanor and seemed delighted he took the tea. "I..." Infinite averted his eyes. "...Thank you, Miss Cream."

   What had he gotten himself into?!

    ...........

    Meanwhile, Lila was hunting down Mephiles. It seemed to her like he'd just vanished! Not unlike him, but not convenient right now. Lila did run into Vanilla, though, who seemed to be taking care of chores while she waited for her date to arrive. 

  "Um, Miss Vanilla...Did you see Mephiles come through here?"

   "Mh? Mephiles?" Vanilla turned to the cat with a thoughtful frown. "I'm afraid not. Perhaps he stepped outside?"

   "Hmm..." Lila tapped her chin, gaze shifting to the doorway. "It is possible. He showed interest in Cream's flowers earli - AH!" Lila's shout caught Vanilla off guard, but the cat didn't notice the concern and rushed out towards the front of the cottage again.

    As Lila very naturally and accurately predicted based on the presented clues (she praised herself for such cunning intellect), Mephiles was crouched by a patch of flowers. Immediately, she panicked. Knowing Mephiles, he had turned Cream's precious garden to gooey shadow or crystalized it or...

    ....Or perhaps he was helping them grow? The flowers looked taller than before, and very much blooming vibrantly. Lila blinked, confused. "Um...Mephy?"

   Mephiles looked up at Lila upon her approach. As he stood, she noticed a fading purple from his hand, and she deduced a usage of his powers. (All this exaggerated journalism vocabulary was getting tiresome.)

    "Did you, um...?" She pointed to the flowers. Mephiles nodded. Lila pursed her lips. "...So my next question is how you did that."

  "It's simple." Mephiles replied, "I have a decent control over time and space...I chose to manipulate the growth of the plant to a more notable appearance."

   "...Notable?"

    "They were unimpressive before."

    Lila stared at him. He stared back, as blank as ever. Finally, she sighed. "Okay, well. Let's get back inside now."

   Mephiles nodded, abd the two started for the front door...but their destination would be reached first by someone else. Lila instantly recognized the culprit, and all the clues came together at last.

    What clues, the audience asked? (What audience it is remains irrelevant to Lila's thought process.) Well, to go over them...Lila was used to Vanilla taking Cream out when she had to leave the house, meaning whomever she was going on a date with had romantic intent. Vanilla had many friends who could've watched Cream, and not just Lila's mismatched trio. Finally, Lila just remembered she technically owed someone ten bucks.

   With all this, it was finally clear! Vanilla was going on a date with Vector the Crocodile. Sure enough, the tall green reptile was strolling up the walk, bouquet in hand, possibly listening to music based on his rhythm filled walk cycle. However...He froze at the sight of Lila, and quickly turned his headphones off.

   "You?! What're you doing here?"

    "Watching a child." Lila replied confidently. Vector blinked, his eyes shifting to Mephiles. Lila rolled her eyes. "Not him. I mean Cream."

    "Alright, yeah, okay. That makes more sense." Vector rubbed his forehead. "What're ya being hired to watch 'er for, though? Can't she get Amy?"

    "I'm making up the ten I owe you." That was not the real reason, but Vector bought it. Well, whatever.

   Vector and Vanilla would have to be on their way, so there was hardly time for more chit-chat. Lila had more hope in herself, and she guessed she kind of had hope in her companions, too. Mephiles would likely please Cream with having helped her flowers, and as for Infinite...

  Lila paused. 

  "...You think we would be able to ditch him here?" She turned to Mephiles hopefully. "Maybe instead we could follow Vector and Vanilla and take notes for blackm..."

   Mephiles now gave a chill inducing effect in his stare, and Lila shivered.

   "Joking, I was joking. Let's go back inside."

[daz4i]

well it went surprisingly well last time so here's another edition of me posting a short bit from smth i wrote and talking about it instead of posting the whole thing like a normal person. except it's way longer this time sorry

so this is my favorite of all the songs i wrote, called "other people's words"

i think i got down to it after getting a writing exercise from my teacher asking why i don't write about my feelings. it was like a week or two after i finished reading no longer human and feeling painfully Seen by it, and going through the quotes i collected from it i kept thinking "what is even the point of writing anything myself when he already wrote it better than i ever could" and well. yeah

the song also has references to other songs in it, specifically hurt by johnny cash (yeah i know it's a cover but. come on.) and arcade by duncan laurence. really good songs to listen to when Going Through It lol but also they've got 2 things that are. ig concrete and identifiable enough in their lyrics to reference, being empire of dirt and a losing game, which both appear in the chorus

speaking of, it's a different chorus each time bc i can't make things easy for myself ig. the topic of each line remains the same, and in addition to those references there is a talk of baring your soul

so i tried playing off of the baring part in the last chorus that the song ends with

so like. going from bare to barren. idk i liked this one lol maybe it works better in writing than in singing but ig only time will tell

this comes right after the bridge that's talking about emptiness and nothingness (a topic also mentioned in the second verse). this whole theme is, to me, the essence of it really. feeling empty -> nothing to give -> can't create -> relying on things created by others to define yourself by, since otherwise you essentially feel like you're nothing

after this final chorus, the song changes into. sounds, ig. not real words, just "ba-da-dum" sort of thing, and that's how it ends

i mentioned two songs and a novel already but it was inspired by a lot of other songs. the whole baring your soul while feeling like there's nothing there is from beneath the mask, for example. and I'm sure me from 2 months ago had other things in mind while writing that i unfortunately can't remember rn. rip. sorry

but yeah that's it! like i said it's not polished. there are some lines i really like but feel slightly awkward so i don't want to post them, and really a lot of it isn't quite ready but it's still my favorite. i think it's my most... idk, clever song? or maybe just most complex one at least. even tho it's not perfect yet, i am proud of it, or at least as proud as i can be of my own creation. yes i am aware of the irony here :P

[shoobydoowapandscoobysnacks]

It’s been a while since I’ve shared some thoughts, so let’s do it. Last Saturday has been on my mind for a bit now so I’d like to write about it. It was cool, my boyfriend and I went to this dive bar we went to one time before. It was cool the first time, there was this bartender that was like the perfect balance of social and a little awkward. She made a lot of convo the first time we went there and then made a really pretty free shot for us that day too. And the drinks we ordered were STRRROOONG lol. But anyways yeah we went there again after maybe a month and she was there and welcomed us in again. Me and Zach saw the tequila selection and saw it was a little minuscule but said fuck it and went for patron. She said she’d give it to us for the price of the cheaper tequila and we were already just like “oh shit that was nice” and then he was hungry so he got food and I just got a marg and he got a corona too. We then noticed she didn’t even put it on our bill so we got shots for free. Literally hella nice! We all made convo for a good amount of time. Started talking about movies and stuff we’d recommend and it was cool.

I noticed that she made my drink and got his but had these shot glasses upside down next to both me and Zach. I didn’t want to sound dumb so I didn’t say anything about it at first but then I finished my very strong marg lol and asked Zach if he knew what it meant bc I’m not as much of a bar girlie lol. He said he didn’t know and that I should ask her. So I did I was like “hey this might be a dumb question but what do the upside down shot glasses mean?” And she said “it means you guys have another drink lined up” homegirl gave us a drink for free now too be we didn’t preorder those ones. So we literally only payed for one marg and one corona. It was just super nice. I know it sounds just like a quick little thing of “wow she’s really nice I’m gonna tip her well and enjoy and move on from that night” and of course we did tip her well💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼 haha. But yeah I think the thoughts just stuck in my head

Like someone just being nice. It made me feel like I existed. Idk how to phrase this right but I feel a little nonexistent outside of my close circle. Like I don’t say any of this in a “feel bad for me” “pity me” kind of way, just more so outside people are very straight forward w me. Take like, me going to Starbucks. It’s very straight to the point, I ask if I could get something, they say yes, and I pay and we both say “have a good one” it’s never like people ask me questions. That’s another example, like take my coworkers for example. It’s actually become this running joke at work that I ask everyone a bunch of questions and get coworkers to tell me their whole lives and they don’t know literally anything about me lol. Lol I don’t ask them to snoop or anything I just like knowing background/ knowing how I should talk to them in future work situations/ also bc it makes the time go by faster. And so it’s not like I consider myself closed off, I just don’t tell people information about me unless they ask. And they don’t. And so once again I’m not asking people to. I gave all my reasons to why I ask people questions but I do recognize people don’t ask much about me. And I don’t feel down about it or anything. More so just neutral. But I will say it did feel cool that that bar tender was nice and asking Zach and I about ourselves and then gave us some freebies. It’s just not something I’m used to and just felt nice.

Another subject that’s been on my mind I think the past two months is just this weird thing that’s happening w my boyfriend. The beginning of my boyfriend and I being together, he was underweight. Was for most of his life and then he went through a bad situation that stressed him out more and led to him being even more underweight. He had a nutritionist and then maybe two months after we got together he no longer needed one bc he was eating good and at a healthy weight. Both him and I definitely gained some relationship weight and ayo I’m not hating on it. It means we’re happy. Weight fluctuates and sometimes I personally can get self conscious about it but it’s life, it’s all just fucking bags of flesh carrying our beings, but I digress. Anyways I remember him saying maybe three months ago his coworkers have been bringing up that he’s gained weight. “Has a belly now” and he was pretty light hearted about it. He said to me, “yeah I’m eating and also I’m getting close to 30, metabolism changes lol, but I think I am going to start exercising again. “Which I think, great reaction to that. I’ve never been on the other spectrum of being underweight, but I assumed at first hearing “you’ve gained some weight, you look good” to him would be nice to hear? But then that weird belly comment made me feel a way. I kept it to myself bc I’m not projecting my own insecurities onto him. But I heard it a lot more often from his coworkers. It’ll be like him and I are on the phone together and you’ll hear one coworker he hasn’t seen in a while be like “dang *bfs last name* you gained a couple lbz “ or “your face is looking fuller” and all these comments are said in this “light hearted” condescending tone. It continued to bug me tbh, bc Zach would just be like “haha you’re right” and idk it’s just weird for people to say. One instance got me really upset though, I went to chilis w him and one of his coworkers. And you could tell their work relationship is that she picks on him. But that hangout where we were maybe there hour and a half to two hours. She was ripping him to shreds about his weight. It made me actually upset. He laughed it all off and I didn’t feel comfortable commenting bc I don’t know their relationship like they both do. But it made me physically uncomfortable how much she was talking about his weight. The hangout ended and the first thing he said to me was “jesus Christ, she went in on me today” and I was like “yeaaaah…. Those were all super weird comments to make. I wasn’t a fan, I just didn’t know if you guys always talked that way w each other.” And he was like “yeah that’s the norm.”

It just it made me so mad that people are talking like that w him. It got brought up again a few days ago when he was getting through his gate while we were on the phone and one of his coworkers said “looks like you gained some happy weight” and Zach was just like “haha don’t say that “ and he left the gate and I just said everything. Why the fuck are his coworkers SO weird. He’s in the military and I know that involves being physically fit and I’m sure there’s a fair share of eating disorders in that place bc of it, it’s just really disturbing how much people have said things to him about it. Like I thought the whole commenting on weight was something our aunts and uncles did and would die out in that generation. Not continue onto people our age. I thought people knew better. Idk if he’s getting more comments bc people think they could say it bc he’s been skinny his whole life compared to someone who’s always been bigger you assume you shouldn’t say that to them. I just hate how comfortable people feel to comment on is weight. It makes me mad for him. He’s definitely not a person who gives a shit about what people say (genuinely one of the reasons why I think he was meant to be in my life, so I could be better at that) but it makes me upset people say these things to him. Like why not just be a normal person and make small talk? Why talk about the way you’re perceiving someone physically.

He’s so fucking cute and I love him so much. I just want him to be treated respectfully and I don’t want him to eventually be self conscious bc people feel entitled to making these weird and rude ass comments

Those two things have been on my mind heavy though. Just needed to blurt it out. I know it’s going into the void of tumblr but it was nice to get these thoughts out

[dor-nu-fauglith]

I've been sitting on a few tabs for about 3 years now lol

Ngl it was such a surreal time. The world was falling apart, everyone was starting hunker down at home. Meanwhile, I had been doing this for 8 years already. I was at my old job 3 years in, absolutely hating life. I mean, I hated plants, animals, humans, most of all I hated the person looking back at me. At this point I had not done any psychedelic since 2011, and I figured I could either trip and see if I found a reason to keep on breathing, or we can park on the railroad tracks and play chicken. SOOO I bought a few strips, and fuckery ensued. As soon as my deposit hit on Friday, and I got off work I would stop by CVS grab some flavored water, snacks, etc head home and eat 4 hits and sat alone in my room for 16 hours. This routine went on for about 3 months or ? Idk I went on a bender, there's even this awkward Instagram live stream of me watching LOTR and crying. I remember bawling thinking about how much Arwen and Aragorn loved each other, and how much I longed for something so beautiful and pure. Then I thought about Frodo and how he would've been doomed without Sam. How beautiful it would be to have a companion who saw behind the mask and still offered to share the burden when they saw the monster behind it. I vividly remember waking everyone up at 3am because I decided to take a break from the Siege of Helms Deep; and watch some Bob Ross. Suddenly, nothing became something. A sky, and breathing clouds just like the ones I would see out side suddenly appeared. Then, after this God created the sky he made the the sea's and a shore line to hold it back. Suddenly I yelled out "BOBBY WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME BABY". In the condensation, and lucidification of these moments (and countless others) It was that I realized just how much I craved to live as that curious child. Marveling at the wonders of love, and creativity. Suddenly, I became an actual hobbit. A admirer of drink, and food with a deep love for all things that grow. As a side effect, if I even look at the storage unit, where the Russian nesting doll of boxes containing the tabs I have left; I feel sick and super nauseous. All this to say, that lately I don't feel like much of a hobbit, and I feel more like a Dwarf that's weary of all the Humans and Elves who lurk in the world outside the mountain.....and maybe I don't feel as sick looking in that direction anymore. Who knows, maybe a little reset is all I need to get back on track. If the rich whites in silicone valley can do it why can I not experience a little ego death, with a dash of psychosis? A little perspective shift from all the bullshit and maybe, just maybe the foresight to see past the mountain of anxiety and stress I'm staring at.

[rebelwrites]

My Girl, My Everything, My World

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles loved nothing more than watching on stage. Especially when your tour is lined up with a race. Even though he had to bite his lip when the guys tried flirting with you.

Requested by anon: Sorry to bother you and i dont know if you have requests but i would love to see a fic where reader is really famous and all of the drivers are fans and some of them thinks charles has a crush on her so they tease him all the to just to find out she has been dating charles for a year. Maybe they knew about the secret girlfriend but they didnt know it was her. And maybe some of the drivers tried to flirt with her or sent messeges to her trough interviews and its really awkward or cute after they find out

Requested by anon: Would you be interested in writing a jealousy themed fic like an interviewer is ignoring the reader and flirting with charles or maybe a fan doing this and reader gets idk possesive? But not toxic or maybe she gets sad Orrr it could be the reader who the stranger flirts with and charles gets emotional?? Mad? Sad?

A/N: here’s hoping for P1 this weekend in Monza 🏎❤️ google translate has been used

If someone could describe your mood right now it would be like a child on Christmas Eve. You couldn’t sit still and it wasn’t due to the coffee you were sipping. It was all to do with the fact your tour schedule lined up perfectly with the Italian Grand Prix meaning after a month of being on the road you would finally get to see your boyfriend.

As your driver pulled up to the track, butterflies danced in your stomach, you were so close to seeing Charles. Pulling your phone out you scrolled through your contacts until you landed on his name, hitting call and pulling the phone to your ear.

Within a couple of rings he picked up and from the background noise you knew he was in the paddock.

“Guess what?” You grinned, staring out the window itching to get out the car.

“What’s that baby?” He hummed, his tone was playful and you could practically hear him smirking.

“We’ve just pulled up.” You giggled, holding the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you gathered all the things you needed, along with the most important, the grid passes. “It might be a while before we reach you though I have a feeling that I’m going to get surrounded.”

“Everyone loves you, that’s why.” He chuckled. “Just ignore any comments, okay.”

“I always do,” you smiled, as you climbed out of the car. Flashing the camera a bright smile and waving at the fans. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

Before the line went dead you heard Carlos teasing Charles, they all knew he was seeing someone but didn’t know it was you. All of the guys were trying to get him to spill but nothing could get him to tell them, not yet anyway.

Over the year you had been showing your support to Ferrari and Charles mainly so you could wear his shirts without getting questioned about it. To the world you were a normal F1 fan but only yours and Charles’ family knew the truth.

You were gaining a lot of attention as you made your way to the security point, stopping for pictures with fans and signing autographs. As much as you loved this all you wanted to was be with your boy even if it was for a couple of stolen minutes out of sight of everyone. Your schedule for tonight was extremely tight. You were hanging around for qualifying then quickly disappearing for the last checks and the meet and greet for the show tonight but it was so worth it.

Once you were finally passed security you started wandering through the paddock, the flash of red quickly gaining your attention. Slowing your pace down you hovered around the interview stand.

“What do you guys think about Y/N Y/L/N being around the paddock and races this weekend?”

“I’ve always been a big fan of her music, I’ve been there since she released her first single.” Charles beamed, it wasn’t a lie he had been around since your career started, in fact the pair of you practically grew up together.

When you were ten years old your family moved to Monaco for your dad’s work and became friends with Charles’ parents but it was only the last year that you realised you both had feelings for each other.

“It seems there has been some old pictures emerging of your and Y/N.” The reporter asked Charles and you watched his smile grow.

“We grew up together and have been friends for years.” He grinned. “It’s nice to see her success.”

“Et elle est magnifique, je vais lui demander un rendez-vous (And she is gorgeous, I'm going to ask her on a date)” Pierre smirked.

“Dans tes rêves, shes putnof ta ligue (In your dreams, she's out of your league)” Charles laughed, patting his friend on the back.

“You are just saying that because you have a massive crush on her.” Pierre teased, “he wants her all to himself.”

Even if the world couldn’t see it, you could. That hint of jealousy in his eyes as his friends and other drivers mention them wanting to date you or trying to flirt with you. It was something you were working on with him because the comments slid off your back, you only had eyes for Charles and that would never change.

Catching eyes with Charles through the crowd you flashed him a wink before your manager told you that you needed to move on. Rolling your eyes you smirked at your boyfriend who was now being teased by Pierre.

“Remind me why you are dragging me away?” You asked, sipping your iced coffee.

“Because you need to keep up appearances.” She chuckled, planting her hand on your shoulders. “We can go see lover boy soon but for now you need to show your face around all the teams pits.”

“Fine,” you huffed, it was getting to the point where keeping your relationship was getting harder and harder. Gently you ran your fingers over your wrist smiling to yourself at the new tattoo that sat proudly against your skin. Charles didn’t know that you had gotten a new tattoo let alone of the number 16. It might be something small to anyone else but to you it meant the world.

“I promise you can spend some time with him before qualifying.” She smirked.

“What have you planned?”

“I was going to keep this a surprise but I may have set up something for the tour vlogs, Charles interviewing you. No one else in the room, just the two of you but you promise you have to get some content for the channel.” She beamed, knowing how much you missed your boyfriend.

“Have I told you that you are the fucking best.” You squealed, your smile growing brighter.

“Not recently no,” she laughed, pushing you through the crowd. “Now get a move on because everything is on a tight schedule.”

The moment you walked into the Ferrari motorhome your heart started to race, the air smelt like his aftershave. Louise pushed you into a room and you swore your heart stopped, the sight of him standing there with a single sunflower made you want to cry. He looked like a fucking ray of sunshine standing there in the middle of room, the yellow standing out against the red.

“You have an hour.” Louise said, raising her brow at you. “Don’t forget to film some content.”

“Merci, j'apprécie cela (Thank you, I appreciate this)” Charles said, flashing her a smile as she left the room.

As soon as you were safely alone you ran into his arms, thank god for his quick reaction times, in the space of you running the distance of the room he placed the sunflower on the table and caught you as you jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Putain tu m'as tellement manqué (I missed you so fucking much.)” you breathed nuzzling your face into his neck, relishing in the feeling of being back in his arms.

“I missed you too, babygirl.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he slowly placed you on the ground. His lip pressing against yours in a loving kiss before he rested his forehead against yours. “Your French is also improving. I’m impressed.”

“I’ve been driving Lou mad,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s all I’ve been doing on the tour bus.”

“As much as I don’t want to film anything, let’s get it out of the way quickly so we can just cuddle.” He hummed, brushing his knuckles across your cheeks.

After 15 minutes you had filmed what you thought was enough content, Charles made it look like he turned the camera off but he wanted to keep filming so he had some cute footage for the idea he had planned.

Settling yourself between his legs you snuggled back into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he littered your skin with soft kisses.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” You grinned, lifting your arm up showing him your wrist.

“Qu'est-ce que je regarde ma chérie? (What am I looking at sweetheart?)” he hummed before his voice trailed off and he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. “Is this real?”

“Yeah it’s real.” You giggled, as his fingers softly grazed the black ink on your wrist. “Our drummer wanted to stop to get a new tattoo and I thought why not.”

“God I love you so fucking much.” He breathed, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. “It’s getting so hard not to scream it from the rooftops.”

“I know baby,” you said softly.

“I hate how everyone always flirts with you, especially the other drivers.” He sighed, his jealous side coming out. It wasn’t the first time you had to deal with this and it broke your heart at how it affected him.

“They can flirt with me all they want,” you whispered, linking your fingers with his. “But it’s your number I have permanently on my skin, you are the first person I call in the morning and the last person I call at night. You. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, not them. And nothing would ever change that.”

“I know I just worry.” He mumbled, causing you to adjust your position so you were facing him. “I worry that one day you will change your mind. And I don’t like how they look at you or how they flirt with you.”

“Now that will never happen.” You whispered, resting your hand on his cheek. “You are stuck with me until the end of time, I want to grow old with you and nobody else. I’ve seen the way your female fans look at you Mr,” you chuckled. “But it just makes this even more special knowing that you are mine. Tell you what, let's make a deal.” You smiled. “No matter what happens in tomorrow's race we go public, let the world know that I’m your girl. And if you win I think it will make that podium just the bit sweeter.”

“Deal.” He smiled, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The rest of the hour quickly flew by to both yours and Charles' dissatisfaction but you only had to hold out one more day and then you wouldn’t have to hide anything any more.

-

Charles swore his heart was going to burst with pride as he watched you on stage for the final night of your tour. He couldn’t hide his heart eyes right now but he didn’t care.

“Dude you are totally in love with her.”

“This crush is getting outta hand now.”

“Seriously it’s like he is a teenager again.”

Rolling his eyes at the comments that were being screamed around him, but he was too focused on you to respond.

“So this is a brand new single that will be released October 16th and it’s called the boy in red.” You grinned, locking eyes with Charles as you spoke into the microphone, winking at him before you strutted across the stage, picking up your acoustic guitar before you settled on the stool in the middle of the stage.

It was the first time Charles had heard this song but he recognised the melody, it was one you would play to him over FaceTime whilst you were on the road. Tears started to cloud his vision as he soaked up the lyrics, it basically told the story of the two of you, the highs, the lows, wins, losses, everything.

“He will always be my boy in red,” you sang passionately, letting your eyes flutter closed as you belted out the song. “From the first day I laid eyes on him, I knew he was something special.”

Charles watched from the crowd as you lost yourself in the song, a silent tear rolled down his cheek causing the guys to rip the shit out of him even more but he didn’t care all he cared about was spending tonight wrapped in your arms in his hotel room. Tomorrow the world would know that you were his girl and he was your boy in red.

-

The sun started to creep through the blinds in the hotel room, Charles was already awake and was watching you sleep peacefully on his chest. He couldn’t help himself as he snapped a picture of your arm draped around his waist with the “16” tattoo on show.

To some people it would probably be too soon for him to be thinking about popping the question but to him it was the obvious next move. He knew you were the one so why wait.

“Mmm what time is it?” You groaned, hiding your face in Charles’ chest.

It was little moments like this he cherished the most, you had never been a morning person and were so cute in your half sleep daze.

“6.45,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I will need to get up soon.”

“Can’t wait for the season to end so you don’t have to wake at the crack of dawn.” You hummed, lazily running your fingers over his skin.

“Well your tour is over so I want you here by my side for the rest of the season, I’ve missed you far too much to spend any more time apart.” He smiled, running his fingers through your hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” You mumbled feeling yourself drift back to sleep.

“I’ve set your alarms, so you have a couple more hours sleep.” he whispered, carefully lifting your arm off his body so he could slide out of bed. “Sleep well my angel.” He said softly, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Je t'aime”

His smile grew at your little mumble of the phase as you fell back asleep, soft snores escaping from your lips. Once again he snapped a photo before he disappeared into the bathroom to get a shower.

Whilst he was in the shower he figured out how he wanted to pop the big question, he wasn’t sure when he was going to do it but he needed to speak to your dad first. In some ways he wanted to keep tradition.

The hours flew by and before he knew it he was in the busy garage getting ready for today's race.

“So can’t believe how big your crush is on Y/N.” Carlos laughed, slapping his team mate on his back as they waited in the line for the coffee stand. “I mean what does your girl think about it? With her but have this massive crush on Y/N.”

“Urm,” Charles mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. It was a question he was hoping would never get brought up because he had no idea how to answer it.

His lack of response was all Carlos needed, raising a brow at Charles with a smirk on his face, he didn’t push the questions which Charles was extremely happy about.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket he saw you had posted on your Instagram, yes he had notifications turned on your you. A proud smile appeared as he saw a collage of tour photos on your grid, quickly liking the post he clicked onto your story, flicking through the posts watching your bright smile light up his phone but it was the last post that made his heart explode. It was a simple mirror selfie of you wearing his Ferrari hoodie, all the fans knew you supported Charles mainly due to being childhood friends but it worked well because you could always steal his hoodies and t-shirts.

Race day! Let’s go ❤️🏎

Charles quickly turned his head from his phone when he heard the commotion that was happening not too far from the coffee stand.

“Y/N, what’s your predictions on the race.”

“What’s the plan now that the tour has ended?”

“Can you tell us who your latest single is about?”

“Go on a date with me.” Pierre shouted from behind Charles, making him sigh. He knew he didn’t mean any harm but he still didn’t like the way everyone tried to get with his girl.

Rolling his eyes he turned back to the barista, flashing them a smile.

“Désolé, puis-je également obtenir un café au lait glacé, avec deux doses supplémentaires et une sauce au caramel arrosée autour de la tasse et du sirop de caramel s'il vous plaît. (Sorry, can I also get an iced latte, with two extra shots and caramel sauce drizzled around the cup and caramel syrup please)” he asked softly, earning a questioning look from Carlos and Pierre. Rolling his eyes again at his friends. “Y/N coffee order.”

“Damn, this crush runs deep.” Pierre laughed. “You got it, bad man.”

“You seem to be forgetting she is my best friend, so of course I know her coffee order, it’s been the same since she was 16.” Charles laughed, turning his gaze to you.

He couldn’t wait until the end of the race, then the whole world would know you were his secret girlfriend.

“Whatever you say man.” Pierre smirked, giving Charles a fist bump before he disappeared.

-

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you watched the race, there had been a few too many close calls for your liking but Charles had a steady lead and he only had one lap left to go.

“Come on,” you said to yourself, keeping your eyes on the screen, not daring to blink because things could change in a split second.

You knew Charles had been having a tough time recently, many nights were spent with him venting to you over FaceTime so you knew how much this meant to him, especially here in Monza.

It was like time had come to a standstill as you stared at the monitor, but watching him out on the track doing his thing filled you with a sense of pride.

Within seconds everyone rushed over to the metal railing on the finish line, spinning on your heels you quickly joined them, recording the moment on your phone as tears rolled down your cheeks.

The sound of the commentator announcing the win sent chills down your spine.

He had fucking done it!

This was a big moment for both of you. Your legs moved on their own as you ran through the paddocks to where he would be pulling his car in, you were ready and waiting for him wanting to be the first person to be there when he got out the car.

The moment he was standing on the tarmac you locked eyes with each other, it was like it was just the two of you on the track. Sprinting towards him you leaped into his arms wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you locked into a passionate kiss causing everyone around you to fall silent.

Pulling away resting your forehead against his with a huge grin on your face, soaking in this moment, it would be one you never forgot.

“I’m so fucking proud of you.” You whispered against his lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Before he could respond you felt yourself being crushed in the massive group hug, you and Charles in the centre of it. This weekend had just been a rollercoaster with the tour finishing, Charles winning the Italian GP and letting the world know that you were together.

Looking out into the crowd you could see the sheepish looks of a few of the drivers who always tried flirting with you. You could see the pieces click on their mind as they realised why Charles always went on the defensive side.

Somehow you managed to pull your phone out whilst still being wrapped around Charles, snapping a picture of the two of you in the middle of the Ferrari group hug and another one of you two sharing a quick kiss in the middle of the group. This would be the photo that you used on your social media accounts.

Soon enough Charles was standing on that podium, tears streaming down his face as he held the trophy up in the air. You felt your phone buzzing in your pocket but you didn’t care. In this moment all that mattered was your boy in red, well today it was yellow.

Everything went by in blur and you felt yourself being dragged through the crowd and up to the podium. The moment you were close enough to Charles he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, you couldn’t help yourself as you took the trophy from his grip looking at it in awe. Charles pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, snapping a picture of you holding the trophy in the air and quickly sent it to himself.

He wasn’t letting you from his side so he dragged you into the cool down room, your body snuggled up against his as he posted the picture on Instagram.

It’s time the world knew, that’s my girl, my everything, my world 🌎❤️ Pour toujours et toujours babygirl (Forever and always babygirl)

[ilaikyuu]

How many characters do you take at once? I was gonna ask for Yuji Gojo Nanami Megumi toji and geto for flirting HCs but idk if it’s too much?? Err— maybe split this into a two parter if you can’t do it all at once, but yeah basically how do they “romance” a crush and show that they seriously like them 💐

It's mb I'll post rules at some point, but anyway ill split it into 2 parts!!

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💔Hcs: "love can be found in the smallest acts of kindness"💔

Featuring Megumi, Nanami and Gojo

💔Megumi💔

m.e.g.u.m.i ajbfhas

okay, this pretty boy totally seems like someone who has no game at all, hate me if u want

 buuuuuuut…..for what he lacks in flirting and showing his feelings, he makes up for in his actions so pls don't get mad at him

 he is a goofball that smiles at you almost at any given time, even when u make shitty jokes or weird faces, he just appreciates it from afar bcs he doesn't want to ruin the moment 

 Megumi mastered the art of not showing his emotions to anyone fight me on this

for him it's in the little things - he gives you from his favorite snacks or in an argument comes around just to drop a cold remark towards the person arguing with you

u know i feel like he does that thing where when there's a car too close to you he just pulls you closer to him for a second so you don't accidently get hit or hurt

“Please be more careful”

“Megumi the car is 10 meters away, even a plane cant get hit by it

“shut up”

when it comes to compliments and romance….oh boy, ur in for a one

terrible flirting, 3/10, he picks one of these shitty pick up lines from quora and forgets it by the end of the article

“Y/n, uuuh, ummm"

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, oh, do you know CPR because,tc wait, because I cant breath wait…oh my god-”

“MEGUMI DO U NEED A DOCTOR ARE U-”

no no, maybe not this bad, but…eh

tbh if u came this far, i don't think this will be a problem in my opinion shy boys are best boys

u get it, let's skip to the confession part 

honey, sorry to break it down to u but no.

Megumi Fushiguro won't come to you, say “Marry me” and live a happily ever after with you and your 3 kids named Samantha, Barbaba and Jessica

he will wait for u 

the best possible outcome, for him at least, is you being the first one to confess your feelings

i mean

if you don't confess, he will do it but

the poor guy will tell u “meet me at the exit by 6” and just leave.without.saying.a.single.fucking.word

so u go there, ur a nervous wreck he is a nervous wreck and the only thing happening between the two of u is him looking u right in the eyes and just just

stare

stare

stare

“I like you”

“What”

“I like you”

jokes aside it won't be that bad. when megumi is serious, he is serious. he will patiently wait for your answer

whatever u tell him it will be a bit awkward but he tried his best so!!

won't tell anyone that you're his gf and everyone will find out a month after 100%

in conclusion megumi fushiguro may not be the best at these kind of things, but he will do anything just to see that bright smile on your face never disappear

💔Nanami💔

totally more of an action over words person as well

for him flirty lines and sweet talk aren't what being in love means, its more of a toying around

he takes flirting and turns it into physical contact

light touches

u get hit by something, his hand is instantly on your shoulder rubbing it

“Are you okay?”

the more he sees that u dont feel uncomfy the more he uses touching to his advantage

when u are sitting his hand is always behind your back, sometimes playing with your hair, moving a few strands in between his fingers

the next thing you know his hand is on your thigh, his thumb drawing small circles on your soft skin

just to be sure, he will give you the “is this okay” look

oh god how can it not be okay

when it gets late he will always drop u home, doesn't matter the time or the location

he isnt a child so no confession will happen, the moment u feel his hand around your waist u are his, right then and there

he just knows how to treat a woman, thats it 

💔Gojo💔

opposite of the two i was just talking about

oh my god just the way his voice sounds is enough to make u fall in love i cant im-

he has a patented, pathetic tactic

at first he throws shit at u, he teases you and annoys till u go absolute apeshit

in the beginning u just laugh it off or go with it and try to annoy him as well

but

it has been 2 weeks of nonstop bullying

“Ah ah, I spilled my drink, is there anyone with napkins?”

“...”

“I said is there anyone with napkiiiiiiins?”

“me”

“And who is me”

“ME”

“Ohoh didn't hear you, my hands are full can u clean this for me?”

“n-”

“Y/n how can you say no to something like that when a vulnerable man asks u to? My hands are full i might slip accidently on it and i can't clean it myself”

“...fine.”

“Y/n….u know…i don't want to interfere between u and the coffee puddle but…I think you just missed a place right there.”

“CLEAN IT YOURSELF TH-”

but it's okay, its okay

everything is a part of his plan 

when u are in between hating him and wanting to smash his head with a stone he'll call u to meet him for important work and try to apologize

he will put his hand on yours, moving and caressing your skin, asking for your forgiveness, telling you he didn't know how angry his bullying made you, how he crossed the line

he will get close, start murmuring sweet nothings into ur ear, telling u how much he is sorry, how he wanted your attention

he will comfort you, take you home, apologize once more and-

“Tomorrow maybe I’ll start with a compliment, going to be angry again?”

he will whisper it slow and quiet into your ear, curl a few strand of your hair with his hand and just say goodbye with a smirk like nothing happened

yes he is a dick, but once u are his even god will struggle laying a finger on u

[sourwulf]

hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

༄  word count  —  1.9k

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut & oral

✎  masterlist

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it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

—

your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.

[selfcarecap]

First Date [s.r]

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

summary: After months of flirting with each other, Steve finally asks you out on a date. But on the day that it’s finally happening, your nerves get the best of you.

warnings: none I think??, I mean overthinking and some awkwardness (the usual), no smut sadly? I guess I'd say kind of introverted!reader? idk how to put it

-this is a repost of an old fic- gif not mine

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After months and months of flirting, Steve finally asks you out.

He wants you to know how special you are to him, so he books a table at an extra expensive restaurant.

Which means you have to dress all formally and act fancy for the date. And that’s not you.

The dress you picked out is suddenly too tight, you can barely breathe. It’s too long, you can’t even walk properly, and you don’t feel like yourself with the tight bun on top of your head.

You feel awful, your stomach churning, and you might faint if you actually go.

That’s also what you tell Steve via text. And once the text is sent it makes you feel even worse.

It’s only your first date and you’re already cancelling.

It’s not fair on Steve, it was his idea to go all out and invite you to go to the most expensive restaurant in town. He was so nice, tried so hard to make this night special.

But in that place you wouldn’t feel comfortable and these formal clothes that you ditch for sweatpants once you’ve sent the text don’t make you feel comfortable either.

What’s the point of going on a date when you feel bad before it even starts?

*:･ﾟ

Steve redoes the tie around his neck for the third time. He’s looking at himself in the mirror, not missing the way Bucky and Sam are watching him, slightly amused.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Nothing,” Sam hides a laugh, “You want to redo the tie another time? You’ll break it by the time you leave if you touch it again,” he places his hands on Steve’s shoulder, attempting to relax him.

“Do I really look okay? Maybe I should have worn the grey suit instead,” Steve says, his fingers are still fiddling with his tie, and with the amount of strength he has he really does hear a seam rip which makes him finally leave it alone.

“Look at you,” that’s when Tony comes in, “Going to prom?” he jokes.

“Shut up,” Steve growls, but a few seconds later, he lets it get to his head, “Really? Would grey be better?”

Tony looks him up and down, “The suit I designed for you makes your ass pop way more, but even in this suit she’d be stupid not to drool all over you.”

(Steve asked you out while he was in his Captain America suit, he’d been told that women like it, and he wanted you to like him.)

A moment later, Steve gets a text message. He only recently got the phone, so he doesn’t react at first. It’s Tony who picks it up, reading what’s on the screen, “Looks like I was wrong.”

“What?” Steve asks, taking his phone from Tony. “Oh,” is all he manages.

Steve clears his throat when he feels a heavy lump forming there. Does he reply? He should text you to get well soon. He does that. What does he do now?

There’s an uncomfortable silence among the men. That’s until Tony slaps Steve’s back, “Hey, Cap. She doesn’t know what she’s missing. You’ve got ladies lining up to go on a date with you. I can guarantee you’d find another woman to go on a date with within the next five minutes.”

“But I wanted her,” Steve sighs.

“Don’t be so overdramatic,” Bucky says as Sam and Tony nod along. But then Steve shows them a picture of you, ”Okay you have every right to be overdramatic,” they all agree.

Steve just tuts, pulling off his tie.

“Hey,” Tony says, “You can still have another woman for one night, to cheer you up at least.”

“I’m not interested in one night stands and the women you’re talking about are only interested in Captain America, not me.”

It’s then that Nat rushes through the room.

“Friday night. Going out?” Tony asks.

“No I’m gonna see my girl-“ she stops before saying your name when she realises it was today that you and Steve were supposed to go on that date.

She’s the reason Steve even knows you - you’re a good friend of Nat.

“Can I come with you then? Is she feeling better already?” Steve lifts his head.

Right that second, Nat gets another text saying not to tell Steve she’s coming over.

And Nat, being the trained liar she is, without missing a beat says, “Steve - she’s throwing up. You haven’t even been on a date yet. I doubt you’re at a stage where she wants you to see her that miserable.”

“She’s throwing up now? Is it anything serious? She told me she has a headache.”

“I’m about to find out.” And before Steve can ask another question, Nat’s gone.

“You know that was a lie, right?” says Sam.

“I wish I didn’t,” Steve sighs, going to his room to crawl into his bed.

･ﾟ✧

Nat comes over to your place for moral support. You tell her everything and she looks very annoyed.

“What? You think I should have gone on a date even when I felt uncomfortable before it even started?”

“No, but you could have been honest with him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind going to a cheaper restaurant or ditching the suit. He was so stressed about his stupid tie all day. And then you cancelled and he looked like a kicked puppy.”

“Wait, really?”

“It’s not too late,” Nat passes you your phone, but you can’t do it. You can’t. And anyway, you and Steve are probably already set up for failure when you’ve been dishonest before you even had your first date.

But after a night and another day of contemplating, you follow Nat’s advice after all.

Steve picks up the phone before you can change your mind because you’re too nervous again.

･ﾟ✧

Steve looks at his phone in surprise when he sees your name on the screen.

“Hi?” he says, not concealing his confusion. He thought you didn’t want him anymore.

“Hey, Steve. Um, are you free tonight?”

“Yeah, yeah I am. Are you feeling better yet?”

You dodge his question though, “Is right now okay too?”

“Sure, I’ll just go change and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Actually, just come as you are. I’m only wearing sweatpants too,” you say.

Steve changes out of his jeans and swaps them for beige sweatpants instead. He wants you two to be matching.

･ﾟ✧

Steve’s at your door less than ten minutes later.

Taking a deep breath, you open the door. He looks so good, a white shirt under his jacket paired with beige sweatpants and a cap that he’s just taking off.

Maybe you should have let him change. Those sweatpants are distracting.

You realise you’re staring, but you’re unsure what to do. Shake hands, hug, a kiss on the cheek?

“Hi,” you breathe out.

“Hey, um.” He’s waiting for you to let him in. Right.

Calm down. You forgot how nervous he makes you.

“Come in,” you open the door, lifting your arm invitingly but also a bit awkwardly.

He looks around your small apartment, “Nice place,” he smiles.

“Thanks,” you feel your cheeks heating up, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your fingers, “I guess I’ll get straight to the point, I-- why are you smiling like that?”

“You look cute,” he says, looking down at your pink sweatpants and you remember your hoodie has cat ears on the hood.

Maybe you’re too nervous. He clearly still likes you. You tell him where to put his shoes and jacket, and sit down on your couch that suddenly feels a lot smaller with his broad body on it.

“So um,” you hesitate. You don’t want him to hate you. But if you and Steve started dating you wouldn’t want that to start with a lie, even if it was just a small one.

“I... I lied yesterday. I wasn’t sick I was just…,” you pause, looking right into his eyes, feeling shy again, “Look, I don’t want to seem ungrateful or anything but I kept picturing this expensive restaurant and then I was wearing these formal, tight clothes and I knew we’d have to pretend to be all stuck up in that posh restaurant and that just - that isn’t me, it’s not my type of thing.”

“Then what is your type of thing?”

“I don’t know..,” you shrug, “Having takeout, hanging out in comfortable clothes and talking, just alone. Without any rich people judging you because you don’t know how to eat lobster.”

He starts laughing, a full-on belly laugh, and you hit him with a pillow, “It’s not funny!”

“So I’m assuming that’s happened to you?”

“It has. I mean, how was I supposed to know? But yeah... I tried cutting it and it flew straight off my plate. Everyone was looking at me!” His laughter booms through the room and you can’t help but let out a few giggles too.

The laughter dies down after a few moments, and you know he’s not mad at you, but you still want to explain, “It’s just so much pressure being in a restaurant like that with those people and I was already so nervous and under pressure about going on a date with you--”

“What? Why?” he asks, smiling but his brows are scrunched together. Do you really have to explain to him how good he looks and how intimidating that can be?

You’re about to open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head, “You know what, if you have more stories like that I’d love to hear them, maybe over some takeout?”

A smile spreads across your face, “Really?”

“Of course. I only booked that restaurant because I really like you,” - that is obvious, but you still feel a rush of excitement when he says it - “I wanted to impress you and make you feel special with that, but honestly, I want to get to know you, and it doesn’t matter where that is.”

“And you’re not mad at me for lying?”

“I appreciate that you told me the truth and didn’t shut me out after that, but I also want you to feel comfortable around me, you can always be honest with me.”

“Okay. I just want to get to know you too. Get to know you, Steve, just as you are. Just at home, on a normal day. Not in some fancy restaurant where we’re all tense,” you exchange grins that make you all fluttery, “So what should we get, Italian or Chinese maybe?”

･ﾟ✧

For the rest of the night, not a single second is filled with silence, except when you both have to calm down from laughing so hard.

There’s an immediate feeling of trust between you two, and he tells you more about his past than you could’ve imagined finding out after months. In return, you tell him a lot of things too but stay on light-hearted topics for most of the evening.

Despite the personal things you both reveal about yourself, there’s always a relaxed atmosphere, and Steve makes sure to weave in some of the cheeky jokes and flirting that made you say yes to a date with him in the first place.

All the talking makes both of you tired after a few hours, so you spread out on the couch and turn on the tv for a bit, just talking a bit of nonsense now.

It’s getting late, and usually Steve would offer to go now, but with the way you’re gently tracing your finger up and down his arm, he can’t quite get himself to say it. Besides, not a single thing you’ve done or said in the last few hours has signalled that you want him to go and he’s not ready to go yet either, so you both lie there for another while.

He doesn’t quite hear what you’re saying right now because your face is half-squished on the blanket and you’re just mumbling, but he hears something that sounds a lot like “Sweet dreams”. Your eyes slowly drift shut but just a few seconds later they open again, your fingers searching for his and loosely intertwining them.

Your eyes remain open when you notice his eyes on you, and you fully turn towards Steve, your face close to his. Your heartbeat speeds up as you realise what’s about to happen.

With your eyes looking into his, Steve can’t resist pressing a kiss to your lips despite the awkward angle. His hand sneaks behind your head to lift you a little, so you can kiss him more comfortably. You make out for a few minutes, it’s gentle and slow and stops just before things get too heated.

For a while, you just hold hands, Steve’s thumb caressing the back of your hand until you feel tired and your heart is beating at a normal pace again. You smile at Steve, and you don’t see his much bigger grin before you’re lulled into a deep sleep.

Steve prefers this over a fancy dinner place any day.

[the-cult-of-russo]

I Miss You

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: idk if you’re taking request but i have a Billy x reader imagine where the reader is being super clingy and Billy tells one of his friends.The reader eavesdrop on that conversation and decides to distant herself from Billy.

A/N: I wasn't really sure what resolution you wanted for this one so this was what I came up with. I could have gone really angsty about it but I don't know, I liked this one.

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. 

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"Yeah, man… I don't know. It's just a bit much… I mean, she's always here or on the phone with me… I dunno… she's just… clingy, I guess."

You knew you shouldn't really be eavesdropping but you hadn't intended on it. Both you and Billy had been tangled naked in his bed after some good sex when his phone started to ring. He'd slipped into the living area to answer it. You'd only gotten up because your bladder was shouting at you but as you'd slipped on his shirt and gone to the bedroom door, you'd caught the end of the conversation. 

It honestly felt like a smack in the face. You were pissed and hurt that instead of talking to you about it like an adult, he instead opted to bitch about you to a friend, no doubt Frank. You weren't in a relationship, it was just casual sex and it had been for a good few months now. You weren't expecting anything else from him. And sure, sometimes you'd find yourself at his place a few nights in a row after work and sure you'd send him texts during the day or call. But never once had he acted like it was an issue. In fact he always sounded happy to pick up the phone and sometimes he was the one insisting you stay the night. 

It wasn't like you wanted a relationship with him. You went into this knowing what it was. You didn't love him. You liked him, both looks and personality, but you didn't love him. It could be easy to fall in love with a man like him but you hadn't let yourself. But things had just been natural with the pair of you. Easy. A casual intimacy neither of you expected but didn't seem to mind. Except he clearly did mind it. 

You weren't even that upset that he felt that way. He was entitled to his opinions and feelings and you wouldn't take that away from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable or feel smothered. What bothered you was how he never once made it known and was going behind your back saying things like that. It made you feel small. It made you feel stupid like some young girl with an unrequited crush.

You rushed to get dressed and decided you'd leave, bladder forgotten. If he wanted distance then that's what he'd get. You weren't going to stick around to be made a fool of like this. He obviously wasn't happy with how you were so you'd remove yourself from the situation. 

Just as you were slinging on your jacket, Billy came into the room only in his boxers and quirked a brow at you.

"Goin' somewhere?" He asked, sounding vaguely amused. His laid back attitude made your eye twitch after hearing what he'd said on the phone. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna head home. I've got work early tomorrow," you said casually, closing your jacket. 

"Oh…" he murmured, brows wrinkled. Yeah, didn't expect that did you, Russo?

You gave him a bland smile, squeezing his arm before walking out. You didn't really want him to know you'd heard him and have to deal with that awkward talk but you didn't much feel like kissing his cheek goodbye like you normally did. He'd normally walk you to the door and you'd kiss his cheek, then he'd capture your lips as you traded lazy kisses at the door before you left. Well not this time. Instead you left the apartment and left a stunned Billy Russo standing in his bedroom blinking at the door. 

You threw yourself into work. It was something to help distract you from contacting Billy. You wouldn't say you were clingy but you had gotten used to talking to him daily and you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being right. You'd give him the distance he wanted. 

You hadn't text or called him and when three days went by, he'd surprised you with a text at work. 

'Just wanted to check in and see if you're okay. Haven't heard from you in a bit.' 

Your right eye twitched again at his message. This was what he wanted so why bother reaching out? You shot him a short message back along the lines of 'I'm fine. Busy at work.' And that was that. He didn't reply and you didn't really care that much.

The fourth day since you hadn't spoken to him and he called your cell around noon when he knew you'd be on lunch. Your hand flexed with the urge to answer but you resisted. You stayed firm even after it rang a second time. But then it flashed up with a voicemail and you couldn't help being intrigued so you listened to it.

"Hey… uh… I guess you're still busy with work. I just… wanted to make sure you're okay. Hope you're not workin' yourself too hard. Just… call me back or somethin', yeah?"

You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw. This was what he wanted yet he was contacting you. You hated that you itched to call him back but you still refused. Maybe you were stubborn or maybe you still felt slighted by his words to his friend, either way you didn't call him back. Even if you did miss him just a bit.

The fifth day came around and you were exhausted. You'd hadn't lied when you told him you'd been busy with work but you'd made more work for yourself to keep busy. Not only were you doing your own but you'd been helping others out too just to stay busy and keep your head Billy-free. You'd stayed late the night before and then came in early and you hadn't given yourself a chance to grab a coffee. 

You sat behind your desk as you read an email from a colleague as your office door knocked around noon.

"It's open," you called out as you scribbled a note in your notepad for later. You glanced up when the door opened and were stunned to see Billy standing there with a paper bag and two coffees in a cup holder.

"Hey," he smiled at you. You blinked at him for a second as he shut the door behind him. He'd never once shown up at work before.

"Hey," you replied feeling tense. He hovered for a moment, still clutching what you presumed to be food with the drinks as his dark eyes scanned your tired face.

"I just uh… I know you've been workin' hard these past few days. Wanted to bring you some lunch, make sure you're takin' care of yourself," he murmured with a frown. 

"Careful, Russo. Anyone would think you care," you scoffed with an eye roll. You hadn't really meant to say it outloud but didn't care too much that you did either. He looked taken aback for a moment before he nodded, setting the bag and cups down as he sat in the chair on the other side of your desk.

"So I did do somethin' to piss you off, then… thought I mighta done. Haven't heard from you in days. It's not like you," he said with a bitter smile. 

"Yeah, because I'm clingy, right?" You asked coldly, raising a brow. 

He looked genuinely shocked before he groaned, closing his eyes and wiping a hand over his face.

"You heard that… you… you weren't supposed to hear that," he muttered regretfully. 

"That doesn't make it much better, Billy," you squinted. He blew out a sigh and leaned his forearms on your desk as his dark gaze looked right at you. 

"I'm sorry, I-" he started, but you held your hands up to stop him and he shut his mouth abruptly.

"Look… I'm not upset you felt that way. I'm upset you didn't tell me. I didn't think I was being clingy. You never acted like it was an issue for me to be around so much or to text or call so how can I know it bothers you? I'm upset I had to find out by hearing you bitch about me behind my back to a friend like a goddamn child," you bit out, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at him. He winced a little, drumming his long fingers on the desk before rolling his shoulders.

"It doesn't… bother me," his vague words earned him a squint from you and he sighed, sitting back up a little more.

"I freaked out… I freaked out 'cause I didn't freak out," he murmured looking confused. Your face resembled the words 'the fuck does that mean' and he rested his forearms back on the desk. He looked frustrated like he couldn't put his thoughts into words.

"This isn't how I usually do things. I'm a one and done kinda guy… unless I'm gettin' somethin' outta it like information or some shit. I don't … I don't usually go back to a girl. But you just… I had you once and I knew it wasn't enough. I wanted more. And… and I liked havin' you stay over so much and I liked your weird little texts in the day or havin' you call me to see how my day went. I didn't mind it. It didn't bother me. It wasn't too much. So me bein' me… I got in my own head and freaked out about it. I tried to convince myself it was you, that you were bein' clingy and needy, but you weren't. And… if these past five days have taught me anything it's that… I like you bein' such a big part of my life and… fuck, I missed you," he rambled, almost black eyes looking at you imploringly. 

You glanced down to the desk as you soaked in his words. You really hadn't expected any of them and you found your anger at him disappearing. When you just stared at the desk lost in your own thoughts and didn't reply, his fingers tapped on the desk again as he inhaled a shaky breath. 

"Did you miss me?" His soft and unsure voice had your eyes snapping to him. He looked so insecure you wondered for a moment who the hell he was because Billy Russo was a lot of things, but insecure was never one of them. And you knew him well enough by now to know what a big deal it was that he spoke to you about his feelings. Feelings he had that you never expected.

"Of course I missed you, asshole," you said softly. His whole face lit up, deep brown eyes shining with warmth as his lips curled into a genuine smile.

"Yeah?" He asked wryly. You rolled your eyes, playfully this time, as you leaned forward on your desk. He wasted no time in snatching one of your hands in his.

"Yeah," you said with a smile. He bit his lower lip, a somewhat bashful smile on his own face as he lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to it. You almost melted.

"I don't… I don't know what this is but… I know it's different and I don't wanna push you away," he murmured softly as his thumb rubbed your palm. 

"No more bitching about me to your friends then," you smirked. He chuckled, ducking his head before landing his soft gaze on you once more.

"I mean it though, Billy. You need to talk to me next time. I don't wanna do anything to make you uncomfortable and if you don't wanna push me away… you need to learn to communicate," you said softly. He nodded, squeezing your hand. 

"I know. I'll do better, I promise," he grinned. 

The whole thing had taken a turn you hadn't expected but you were glad for it. It wasn't like you declared your undying love for one another or even decided this was an actual relationship. But it was a step. One you hadn't expected either of you to make. 

"So… you gonna let me have lunch with you? I know you're busy but… I really have missed you," how could you turn him down when he was looking at you with such soft and warm eyes? 

You smiled, grabbing the bag and making a little happy noise to see burgers from the diner you two frequented. He practically beamed, whether from you agreeing to let him have lunch with you or how happy you were by the food choice, you weren't sure. But you loved it when he smiled like that, how his eyes crinkled a little in the corner. He was breathtaking honestly and you found yourself glad he'd hunted you down at work and told you how he felt instead of pushing you away or lying to himself. If that wasn't character progression you didn't know what was