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[bizlybebo]

having a normal one tonight

[xinganhao]

BREAK TIME! — been having lots of fun, but i've also posted consistently since october 😅 i don't want writing to start feeling like a chore/obligation/etc. in light of this, i probably won't be answering asks or posting here on xinganhao for the next two weeks or so. please take care of yourselves, and in case i don't see ya: good morning, good afternoon, and good night 🤍 ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[huellitaa]

i giggle so hard whenever i see one of my posts on someone else's blog like omg..... i'm actually liked by people..... blushing rn

[ikigaisvt]

i love people so much!!!!! i just!!!! people!!!!!!!

[mariasont]

i loved lipgloss!!! i was wondering if i could pls request smth where spencer walks in the BAU unaware of the lipgloss on his lips from kissing bimbo!receptionist or on his cheeks from being kissed then everyone's like "👀☝️🤨" (english isnt my first language im sorry😭)

STICKY SITUATIONS - S.R

a/n: back with the lipstick trope yeehaw, can't tell you all how much i appreicate u all and how patient u guys are with me when i ghost for like 5 months at a time. thank you so much for the request sug <3

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pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader

warnings: spencer daydreaming about inappropriate things! PDA!

wc: 1.1k

Spencer woke up feeling untouchable, like nothing in the world could shake him. The kind of invincible where even the sky didn't seem like a limit. You had stayed the night, as you often did, and yet every time he woke up with you beside him, it felt like walking on air. Today was no exception.

You made sure he was late today — both of you were. He blamed you entirely, though he didn't mind. You pinned him down with a thousand little kisses, laughing as you insisted that it's essential for a day filled with good luck, and how else was he going to catch all the bad guys without a little charm from you?

Spencer's body vibrated like it was attuned to some invisible, higher frequency, one you alone could set. The smile threatening to break free felt inevitable, like a law of nature, as his mind drifted to thoughts of you — so unavoidable it was as if trying to pinpoint an electron's exact position and momentum in time. 

He had half a mind to swing by the reception desk just to see you. Just for a second. He'd convince himself it was enough, even though it never really was. Today, however, there was no chance he'd make it to his meeting. Not when you were wearing that skirt — his favorite. The one that fit you like it had been hand-stitched by hand for you alone, showing off your thighs in a way that made him picture them around his —

“Reid, you're —,” Hotch's voice snapped him back into reality, his brows down turning as he regarded Spencer with a curious frown before shaking his head. “Late. C'mon.”

Spencer followed Hotch into the conference room, their entrance as routine as ever, or so he assumed. But the moment they stepped inside, something shifted. The room crackled with stifled laughter, a ripple of poorly contained snickers breaking out across the team.

He froze mid-step, confusion knitting his brow as he scanned the room. His gaze flitted from face to face, trying to uncover the source of their amusement. The laughter, he realized with growing bewilderment, was somehow aimed squarely at him.

His pulse quickened as self-awareness kicked in, and his eyes darted downward, trying to detect the anomaly that had captured everyone's damn attention. A loose thread? A stain? Panic bloomed in his chest as he mentally ticked through a list of possibilities. His sweater seemed intact, no wayward strings. His pants were fine, no errant coffee stains or wrinkles. And his hair — well, his hair always had a mind of its own, but it wasn't that unruly today. Right?

Bastards.

He cleared his throat. “Okay, what did I miss?”

Emily tried, and failed, to smother her laughter behind a closed hand, shaking her head. “I think you might need to go to look in the mirror, lover boy.”

Spencer didn't bother questioning her. No explanation would be offered, at least not freely. He knew he'd get no real answers from this group, and honestly, he wasn't even sure he wanted them at this point. Instead, he slipped out of the conference room and headed down the hall, his mind a muddled tangle of confusion.

He was so distracted, so consumed with trying to figure out what he'd missed, that he nearly missed the sound of quick, approaching footsteps. It was only at the last second that he looked up, just in time for you to collide with him.

His hands moved instinctively, catching your waist as you stumbled forward, stopping you from toppling over.

Spencer's breath caught. Gods know if you'd fallen in those heels, you'd be lucky to escape with just a sprained ankle. But you didn't fall. Instead, you let out a startled giggle as you looked up at him wide-eyed.

“Whoopsie,” you said with a smile. “Hi there, handsome.”

The instant the words left your lips, you clamped a hand over your mouth, fighting back a high-pitched squeal of laughter.

Spencer, even more bewildered, furrowed his brows in confusion. “Okay, what?”

“Hold still,” you instructed, though your voice wavered between stifled giggles. You reached up for him, your fingertips hovering near his face.

He followed your hand with his eyes, still clueless, until you gently cupped his cheek. Whatever it was on his skin drew another wave of laughter from you, and in response, he prodded at your sides, each poke sending you into another fit of delighted squeals.

“Hey, that's not holding still, Dr.!” you gasped, halfheartedly swatting at his hands while you finished wiping away the last bit of whatever had clung to his face.

“Whoopsie daisy,” you said again, still brushing invisible flecks from his cheek, your voice reminding him of what he envisioned sunshine poured into a teacup would manifest as. “Aw, Spence, looks like I kinda-sorta-maybe left a tiny little lipstick stain behind.”

Your tone was drenched in honeyed innocence, as if this kind of thing just happened and you had no earthly clue how.

Spencer's eyes narrowed. “Is that why I've been subjected to my team's thinly veiled harassment?”

Your eyes went wide, and you gasped as if you'd just witnessed a high crime. “They were giving you trouble? Oh my gosh!”You pressed your fingertips to your lips. “Do I need to have a word with them?”

The determination in your voice sounded all too serious, and he was a little scared that you were actually prepared to march back to that conference room in your pretty heels and give the entire BAU a piece of your mind.

Spencer nearly chocked on a laugh. Of all possible reactions, yours was the sweetest, most fiercely protective, and downright hilarious. He held up a hand in a placating gesture, lips curving into a boyish grin. 

“Hmm, I appreciate the offer,” he murmured, gently tapping his chin with a finger as if considering it. “However, I think you might need to have a word with the real culprit who decided my face should double as her personal canvas this morning.”

“Me?” You pressed a hand dramatically to your heart. “I would never! I mean, sure, I might've given you a million good-luck kisses before you left, and maybe one or two... or three of my lip gloss stains decided to stick around, but that's hardly my fault!”

You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet and wiggled your fingers in a helpless sort of gesture. “That's just how good my gloss is, y'know?”

“Right,” he replied, voice quieter now, eyes warm as they traced your face. “Clearly the lip gloss is at fault. We'll have to issue it a stern warning later.”

“Exactly! Don't blame poor, innocent me.”You paused, lowering your voice conspiratorially, leaning close enough that he caught the faint scent of your perfume. “And if any of the team give you grief again, you know where to find me!”

Spencer hummed, placing a light hand on the small of your back, steering you gently away from the corridor.

“I'll keep that in mind,” he murmured, smiling as if the world had just aligned perfectly in that very hallway. “But for now, maybe we should try to make sure I get back to my meeting... gloss-free.”

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[kxsagi]

HELLO MY BESTIE!! 🫶🏻 ihope everything is going well!

the guy who has been in a relationship for a long time but kept it secret so that no one knows, had a football match again. it was a very important and crowded match. victorrryyy at the end of the match!! after all, the same football player who showed off his girlfriend with great excitement at the end of the match. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE... maybe a hug or a kiss scene in the heat of the moment?? CAN I ESPECIALLY REQUEST THE ITOSHI BROTHERS?? if it's a problem for you, no problem at all!! have a good day <3

“𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞”

a/n: HIII LOVE! everything is going good and i hope it's the same, if not better, for you, too! have a good day as well and thank you for your request ❤️🤭

(don't know art credits so sorry)

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

itoshi rin

you’d always known rin was quiet about his personal life. not just private, but secretive. he never gave the media anything. not a crumb. you could be sitting on his lap feeding him strawberries and he’d still deny your existence to the press with a deadpan, “no comment.” 

so when you sit in the VIP seats of his final championship match, hood up, cap on, sunglasses hiding half your face, you think it’ll end the way it always does. he wins. waves to the crowd. vanishes into the tunnel. sends you a text later like “u here?” 

because rin itoshi is not the type to cause a scene. 

but today, apparently, is different. 

his team scores the winning goal in the last five minutes. the stadium erupts. he’s crowned man of the match, carried on shoulders, chants of his name bouncing off the walls. you stand up, clapping, heart full, proud and bursting and still tucked behind anonymity. 

until he finds you. 

like, actually finds you. 

your head turns when you hear his voice call your name. and not softly. not like a whisper. he yells it over the cheers, over the camera shutters. the crowd around you turns too, confused. 

and then he’s there. sweaty, flushed, glowing under stadium lights, grinning like he just broke every rule in the itoshi handbook. 

“come here,” he breathes. 

you hesitate. “rin?” 

he doesn’t let you finish. just pulls you into his arms like he’s been waiting years to do it. his hands lock around your waist, and your cap nearly falls off when he kisses you right in front of everyone. 

you swear time freezes. 

the camera flashes go wild. someone screams. a lady next to you gasps like she’s watching a k-drama in real time. 

rin pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. “i’m not hiding you anymore,” he says. “they can deal with it.” 

you blink. “are you okay?” 

he smirks. “never been better.” 

itoshi sae 

sae’s always been impossible to read. calm, cold, untouchable. the kind of guy who could be in love with you for ten years and still say “i don’t do PDA” like it’s a religion. 

which is why dating him has always felt like walking on a balance beam. you’ve learned to exist in the sidelines, in shadows. private dinners, blurry phone calls from different time zones, hidden hotel rooms. 

but tonight? 

tonight is the champions league final. 

and you’re in the stands again, just like always, not cheering too loudly, not standing out. you’d made peace with being invisible, because loving sae was worth it. 

his team wins 3–2. the stadium explodes with excitement. the players are hugging, crying, jumping all over each other. 

you expect him to smile slightly, do a post-match interview, maybe flick his hair and leave. 

but instead he walks right toward you. 

he cuts through security like it’s nothing. your eyes widen as he reaches the edge of the stands, and for a second, you think, nah. no way. not sae. 

“you,” he says, pointing straight at you. “come here.” 

you blink, frozen. “what–” 

he hops the barrier. climbs the damn rail. he doesn’t care about the fans yelling, or the staff chasing after him. he’s walking with tunnel vision, focused only on you. 

“sae, what are you doing–” 

“i won,” he says, pulling you down by the hand. “but i only want you.” 

and then, with the entire world watching, he wraps his arms around you and kisses you so hard, your brain short-circuits. 

his fingers grip your face like you’re the most important thing in the universe. like you were the goal all along. 

when he pulls away, the camera crews are practically drooling. 

he just shrugs. “if they didn’t know, now they do.” 

you stare at him, stunned. “you realize they’re going to replay that a thousand times, right?” 

he smirks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “good. maybe they’ll finally stop asking if i’m single.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[dakusan]

How skz texts you when you're upset

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, emotional support, quiet love, soft boys with warm hearts

🌙 synopsis: you're not alone. not ever. eight boys, eight different ways of showing up when the world feels too loud. some send you memes. some send you playlists. some just send a quiet “i’m here.” when you're unraveling at the seams, they don't ask you to hold it together. they hold you instead—in texts, in voice notes, in the silence between words. this isn't about fixing you. it's about loving you exactly as you are—soft, sad, and still worth everything.

💌 a/n: hi hello yes. i promise i have a job (whilst looking for a new one) but i am also a girl with free time and nothing to do, so i write for you people. plus, i just think everyone deserves to be comforted like this, okay?? anyway. if you’ve had a hard day, I hope this felt like a warm hoodie straight from the dryer. or like… a text that says “u up?” but emotionally stable. as always, thank you for reading my little delusions 💗 p.s. i know it’s a short one but like... short and sweet, right?? i hope it’s sweet??? idk anymore 😭 p.p.s. YES I KNOW MY PIC AESTHETICS ARE WEIRD AND DON’T MATCH OR WHATEVER I’M TRYING… I SEE THE VISION IN MY HEAD OKAY THE EXECUTION JUST BE SUFFERING. leave me alone. smh. p.p.p.s no, i haven't made any songs to match this vibe. lmfao, soz •ᴖ•

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

🎶 Now Playing: "Star Lost" — Stray Kids

Bang Chan // 방찬 the gentle leader energy

[3:14PM] Hey, angel. I know today’s rough. I won’t push, but I’m here. Want to hop on call? We can sit in silence or talk, your pace. [3:17PM] You’re not alone in this. I promise. (You wake up to a Lo-fi playlist he made just for you, titled: “for when your heart’s tired”)

Lee Know // 리노 silent acts of care

[4:52PM] What do you need? Be honest. [4:54PM] I can cook. Or just sit with you. Or send you mean messages about the universe. [5:01PM] Here. Cat pics. Instant serotonin. (He drops off warm food at your door with a post-it: “Eat. Or I’ll be annoyed. 😒”)

Changbin // 창빈 aggressively loving

[5:03PM] WHO. UPSET. YOU. [5:04PM] I will fight them. Emotionally. And maybe physically. 👊 [5:07PM] Also… I’m proud of you. For just… being you. (He sends voice notes of him beatboxing silly rhythms with your name mixed in. Pure serotonin.)

Hyunjin // 현진 the poetic soft boy

[2:27PM] It’s okay to crumble sometimes. Even stars need to rest. [2:29PM] You are still whole, even when you don’t feel it. [2:34PM] Do you want a drawing? Or a distraction? I can write you a silly haiku. (You receive a photo of a messy sketchbook page with your initials in soft florals.)

Han // 한 chaotic comfort personified

[3:59PM] I see you’re feeling like 🍞 soggy bread. [4:00PM] BUT GUESS WHAT. YOU’RE MY FAVOURITE TOAST. [4:02PM] I’m gonna spam you with memes until you smile or block me. (He sends 17 voice memos. One is a fake commercial for “Anti-Sadness Spray,” voiced by him in 4 accents.)

Felix // 필릭스 human sunshine, through and through

[1:36PM] Hey, beautiful. I felt something was off today… Do you want hugs, words, or just my presence? [1:40PM] You deserve kindness even when your mind says otherwise. (You get a video of him baking cookies, captioned: “Saving one for you, always.”)

Seungmin // 승민 realist with a warm heart

[6:18PM] I know you think you’re being dramatic. You’re not. [6:21PM] Want comfort or tough love? [6:25PM] You’re handling more than most would. Let yourself feel it. (He sends a carefully curated playlist titled: “not okay, but surviving.”)

I.n // 아이엔 the shy but intuitive one

[5:40PM] Hey… are you okay? You don’t have to answer. Just wanted you to know I care. [5:46PM] Do you want to watch something later? I’ll even pretend not to hate romcoms. [5:49PM] You matter to me. Just… wanted to say that. (You later find out he stayed up playing your comfort game just to send you tips.)

[snoopyracing]

wanna be yours 2.0 // ln4 social media au // part one

part two | part three

pairing: lando norris X american!reader / mclaren photographer!reader and slight pato o'ward X reader

warnings: swearing

summary: a remix of my fic wanna be yours in social media au form. or basically lando and the reader both being in love with each other but being too stubborn and scared to say anything so they suffer in silence until one finally crumbles.

contains: best friends to slight strangers to lovers, pining, angst, jealous!lando, asshole!lando, clueless!lando, and perhaps a little lando or pato? situation.

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may 5th, 2024

liked by landonorris, y/bsf, oscarpiastri and 100,000 others

y/n.jpg: miami baby! i think the guy in the second pic won some kind of race involving super fast cars but i could be wrong.

landonorris: who is that guy???? he's really good looking...

↳ y/n.jpg: i think his name is lando onewin.

↳ landonorris: bye. that doesn't even work.

user1: you always take such good pics of lando.. thank u queen

user2: lando always being the first to comment. dude's down bad lol

y/bsf: the kids miss you. please come home.

may 6th, 2024

may 8th, 2024

may 9th, 2024

liked by landonorris, mclaren, patricooward and 200,000 others

y/n.jpg: back at the mtc today for a very special reason! everyone was there to celebrate my amazing photography skills and editing on all the pictures from the season so far! lando was even kind enough to show up with a trophy to give to me! i love my job <3

in all seriousness. could not be more proud of you lando!!! it's been a long time coming, but we both know it's only the beginning!

landonorris: that awkward moment when you tried to take the trophy from me....

↳ y/n.jpg: DON'T SAY THAT PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IT'S TRUE.

↳ landonorris: i'll make sure they engrave the next one with your name too.

↳ y/n.jpg: ok but as long as my name is listed first.

mclaren: our favorite photographer ❤️ -liked by author

user1: ok but where is y/n's trophy fr??? she's hands down one of the best photographers in the game rn.

user2: y/n and lando you are so dear to me

user3: pato in the likes??

↳ user4: y/n used to work for arrow mclaren before working for mclaren f1. also pato is literally the reserve driver for f1 this season... honestly the web that is y/n, lando, and pato intertwines so much it's kinda crazy...

may 11th, 2024

may 14th, 2024

y/n.jpg added to their story

landonorris replied to your story

↳ WHY WOULD YOU POST THAT??? IT'S MORE THAN A JUMPSCARE!

oscarpiastri replied to your story

↳ why do you always catching me folding in front of lando like that :/

may 15th, 2024

may 19th, 2024

liked by y/bsf, oscarpiastri, patricooward and 100,000 others

y/n.jpg: imola 2024.

y/bsf: best photographer in the world. i love you!!! -liked by author

user1: not even a pic of lando's car.... oh no :/

user2: no funny caption... no lando like or comment... guys we are in the trenches

user3: we love you y/n! -liked by author

may 21st, 2024

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landonorris replied to your story

↳ what the hell?

[katiascraft]

request idea: @number-fifty-five so here it is! I was already working on it when you sent this so I got so happy I wasn’t the only one waiting for Alex content! Thanks for sending your request darling <3 hope you enjoy!

˖˙ ᰋ ── i can do the shit that he never did

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yourusername: that's how you lose the girls <3

summary: after the past events on the formula one lore around Charles Leclerc, we can confirm he has a type. Artists, aesthetics and Instagram influencers. What the world didn’t expect was that his two exes would end up together. Insane, right? But in the world of millionaires life it’s pretty unexpected and not as it seems to be. Bonded by art, this is a love story for the books of formula 1 history.

warnings: just use your imagination along the ride! lesbian/bisexual!reader. smau. I recommend listening boyfriend by dove cameron cuz I was inspired by that to do this <3 Charles will be framed as a piece of shit just for story proposes. slut shaming and hate comments.

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liked by alexandrasaintmleux, arthurleclerc, lilimhe and others

yourusername: I’ve made it mom! sad you’re not here to see it but I know you’ve always knew I would be here. First time ever in an art gallery ✨ can’t express how happy I am right now. Thank you everyone that came to see my art and took the time to say a few words to me. I guess now i’m proof that dreams can really come true! Also I met this super pretty girl, I don’t remember your name but if you see this, I just wanted you to know that you looked like an angel <3 thank you for your kind sweet words.

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landonorris: screaming like a bitch for you my little girl

⤷ yourusername: love you my bitch

⤷landonorris: your forever bitch

⤷ yourusername: I’m way more gay than straight

⤷ landonorris: thats not a nice way to reject people y/n.

user234: after so many years finally you’re recognized for who you are!!! So proud of you<3 no more someone’s gf or someone’s ex

⤷ yourusername: thank u beautiful

danielricciardo: your mom will be so happy to see you there like I saw you today ❤️‍🩹 you’re amazing bestie keep showing the world how wonderful you are

⤷ yourusername: 😭😭😭😭😭 best thing out of f1 was you thanks universe

⤷ landonorris: auch thats personal

⤷ danielricciardo: not the universe, I accepted you in my world.

⤷ yourusername: don’t judge my beliefs

user23: WHY IS ALEX HERE

⤷user9763: omg they follow each other!!?!

⤷user988: I just checked and they don’t yet she just liked this post

⤷user12: this is weird

⤷user873: why would they follow each other like I wouldn’t follow and be friendly with my boyfriend’s ex?

⤷ user99: for real

⤷user66: maybe they broke up??

⤷user123: I don’t think so, Alex has still the pics with him up on her profile and they still follow each other but y/n doesn’t follow any of them

⤷user875: I have a gut feeling about this and I don’t wanna be Charles

francolapinto: qué bonita sos y/n

⤷user1: so disrespectful dude

⤷ user772: not Franco shooting his shots just in case 🤣

maxverstappen: how increíble you are y/n. Congratulations on this new chapter!

⤷ yourusername: thank you maxxie I miss you

⤷ maxverstappen: come on Tuesday for dinner

⤷ yourusername: 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

⤷ user877: oh to be in that dinner

user01: so no one is gonna talk about the girl she’s looking for?? Like I didn’t know she was into girls???

⤷ user6233: after she broke up with Charles she dated a girl for a few months and she talked about it on her YouTube channel!!

⤷ user762: im like new to all of this and idk she was a YouTuber! I’ll check her out asap

⤷ user761: yes! I love her she does vlogging and just talking about random stuff she is really sweet and bubbly

user871: congrats beautiful!!!

yourbff: you deserve the world Angel 🩷

danielricciardo: @/alexandrasaintmleux

user7651: anyone saw what Daniel commented???

alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️❤️❤️ *liked by yourusername*

⤷ user77: OMG HOLY JESUS

⤷ user12: SHE DIS NOT

⤷ user89: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON

۶ৎ new notification!

@/alexandrasaintmleux started following you

۶ৎ now you follow each other

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alexandrasaintmleux: an amazing weekend 💌

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user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

user123: so y/n is tagged…

user98: weird shit going on

user76: you’re so beautiful Alex omg

user771: where’s leo?

user763: the fact she tagged Charles’ ex…

yourusername: thank you for coming pretty 💋

⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux: thanks to you for the rose beautiful x

danielricciardo: the audacity of these women nowadays

⤷ user971: right?!?!?

user529: I think I stopped breathing

user18: they are flirting… CHARLES EXES ARE FLIRTING ?!?!

kikacgomes: my beautiful perfect talented women

⤷ pierregasly: love!??? We don’t support this!???

⤷kikacgomes: HUSH

alexalbon: I can’t believe my eyes

⤷ user197: that’s what I mean????

user1986: is anyone gonna mention that Alex may be the mysterious girl y/n was talking about on her post?????

⤷ maxverstappen: we are trying to pretend this doesn’t exist

⤷ danielricciardo: we are trying to

⤷ oscarpiastri: I don’t like this at all poor papa

⤷ landonorris: weird just weird oscarsito

⤷ user91762: NEW NICK NAME

charlesleclerc: you can’t do this to me

yourbff: fuck him *liked by yourusername and alexandrasaintmleux*

⤷ user667: INSANE BEHAVIOR

user197: so we should hate Charles then…?

⤷ maxverstappen: rip

⤷ landonorris: he will be missed

⤷ danielricciardo: they are gonna kill us guys just stop

۶ৎ three Grand Prix later…

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f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS‼️as we had stated the last month, Alexandra (Charles’ girlfriend) has not attended a single Grand Prix over the last two months which is strange. Since then rumors started flying about a possible break up and last night paparazzi caught them in a fight outside a Monaco bar. This is uncommon behavior for Charles Leclerc and Alexandra. There isn't a confirmation about the break up so we will keep you updated.

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user990: im just sad for them they seemed to be end game and now this

user188: im kind of happy I never liked her. He deserves better

user1993:isn’t it strange that she is now friend with Charles’ ex???? Like WTF if they are still dating it’s just weird

⤷ user199: but I don’t think it’s weird. Y/n makes art and Alex do too so she went to the gallery and met y/n there. And they became friends. It doesn’t implied anything

⤷ user100: but what about the rose??? And the other drivers comments??? Something is rotting here

⤷ user199: we shouldn’t be making this a big deal. Charles is a man and can also be a dick. We don’t know them.

⤷ user708: I can’t agree with you. Charles won’t ever hurt her.

⤷ user199: are you besties with him or her or what?

user1324: I read on Twitter that Charles was seen out with his group of friends and a girl that was not Alexandra like a few weeks ago. They said they were making out and stuff. Anyone in Mónaco that knows things?

user8845: I don’t like the fact everyone is throwing shit to Alex. It’s misogynistic. Couple are formed by two people. Fault it’s always two parts. Stop spreading hate towards Alex. We don’t know them.

user9733: y/n was a piece of shit with Charles. Not surprised Alex moved to her.

⤷ user199: WE DONT KNOW

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charlesleclerc: thank you.

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user1876: charles being such a sweetheart and Alex just erasing him speaks volumes

⤷ user98: she isn’t obligued to speak up if she doesn’t want to tho????

user762: I don’t believe in love anymore 😭

user91: I bet she cheated

⤷ user1: she cheated with his ex I’m sure

⤷ user934: sluts both of them

usrr1866: I can’t believe my eyes in this comment section

user177: she was too ugly for you babes dw you’ll fine someone way better then her someone classy

user9122: it’s obvious she was too less for you you deserve better handsome boy

user198: the way everyone is sucking the balls of Charles without even knowing what happened between them what if he was an asshole ???

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۶ৎ 5 months later

f1gossipgirl made a post

f1gossipgirl: BREAKING NEWS ‼️ Alexandra saint and y/n were seen together these couple of week ago. Sources state they were kissing and making out. Apparently love is in the air for these two! What do we think?

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user199: insane behavior but for some reason I ship

user088: I feel bad for Charles how awful you gotta be to make your exes bond over past trauma involving you?? insane

user1866: it’s like Ollie and Franco’s exes dating

user988: I don’t like any of them tbh but they look cute

user12: I wanna know the tea. It’s not normal to date your ex’s ex tbh

user1943: apparently Prince Charming wasn’t so charming

user443: beautiful girls happy for them

user4366: poor Charles this is humiliation

user034: I just know they are goals

danielricciardo: they are amazing guys!

⤷ user22: HOLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SIR

⤷ user99: HE CONFIRMED IT HE CONFIRMED

user199: im going insane rn I’ve never experienced this in my life and never will again

۶ৎ one week later

yourusername made a post

yourusername: the moment you were all waiting for it's here! My new video speaking my truth is out now on my channel! You can all suck our balls now! 💋

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user642: the fact that we know what actually happened between her and Charles back in the day now… we didn’t know how toxic Charles could be

user99: I felt so bad for them when they talked about being harrassed online :(

user12: I can’t believe Charles would be so controlling. It’s scary like even if he plays the good guy he is evil.

⤷ user877: psycho behavior tbh I had chills

user11: I really wish you both the best

user199: HAHAHAHJA the shirt my lord you ARE amazing girl congrats on your love!!!

user43: I love the fact she doesn’t give a damn anymore so she went and exposed sir Charles leclerc as if she was reading a book, amazing

user7653: this proves apparences can lie!!! What a rough experience girls!! Hope you get well and love each other very much

danielricciardo: so proud of both of you!!

⤷ yourusername: I love you brotha

landonorris: we will miss you Alex :( we first lost y/n and now you. Life’s tough men.

⤷ oscarpiastri: you still got me lan

⤷ landonorris: my osc 😍

⤷ maxverstappen: let the girls be the trendy gays

⤷ yourusername: that’s what I said

user667: now we can say Lewis is the best ferrari guy

⤷ user882: yeah we can say he is the good one now

charlesleclerc: this can’t be happening

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alexandrasaintmleux: my girl my girl my girl ❤️

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yourusername: I can do the shit he never did up all night I won’t quit 😍think I’m gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman plus all my clothes would fit

⤷ alexandramsaintlux: I love you I love you I love you I love te amo te amo te amo te amo

user876: OMG GOALS

user754: we can’t deny they are so cute 😭

yourusername: my forever is with you

⤷ alexandramsaintlux: and my dream is now reality thanks to you baby you’re the best in this universe im so lucky

landonorris: didnt think I would be sobbing seeing this

⤷ oscarpiastri: I know who is crying for real tho

⤷ danielricciardo: sassy

⤷ maxverstappen: though he was your father?

⤷ oscarpiastri: I SAID DONT EXPOSE HIM

⤷ landonorris: you didn’t actually

⤷ oscarpiastri: we broke up

⤷ landonorris: 😐

yourbff: goodbye piece of shit hope you have a really awful time on this earth <3

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Uh, hi! Been reading ur work by a lot of time now and I really like it<3 just had never won the courage to actually come and make a request. Hm, I dunno if it's possible or if u r okay with writing it,

How about a svt x 14th member, like hm, they are in some award show or something and 14th member is way more stunning than usual on her outfit, like a real life doll. And well, svt members get like protective, a lil jealous? Like not a familyhood jealousy but like platonic? And a hyung line member(whoever u wish) from all that is happening decides to confess and kisses 14th member and well, they become real. (Dunno if you do suggestive or things like that, if you do maybe that could be part of the end?) If not that's okay!

Thank uuuu, hope u have a great day♡

Doll pt 1 - ??

wc: 1,623

pairing: read and find out👀

Idol au

genre: fluff with tension, suggestive (so mdni)

14th member fic (feat.svt)

guide for requesting on my page, check [17] (pink highlighted) for my yes and no's

PART 2 (Doll part 2)

A/N : thank so much for requesting! and dont be shy/scared to send asks guys it's there for a reason and if you're afraid of being judge (which won't happen) you can just make it anonymous :)

and I absolutely love and appreciate it when you guys send me asks, genuinely makes me so happy

A/N 2 : had hella technical difficulties with the pictures soo no pictures today lmao (I'm honestly bad at technology so deal with it)

You weren’t someone who typically turned heads at award shows. At least, not in the way you were doing tonight.

Standing at the edge of the red carpet in a sculpted satin gown that hugged your figure like it was made just for you, hair cascading down your back in soft waves, lips painted a red that could kill. You looked unreal. A living doll. Far from the baggy sweats and oversized shirts you usually wore in rehearsals.

And your members noticed.

God, did they notice.

"Is she serious right now?" Mingyu muttered, his eyes tracking your every step like you might disappear if he looked away.

"She said she was wearing something simple," Jeonghan whispered, eyes wide.

"That's simple? I need to reevaluate my standards," Seungcheol sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.

It wasn’t just them. Other idols were staring. Some of them too long. Too bold. Too obvious.

"Is he looking at her chest?" Vernon squinted across the carpet.

"Yep. Definitely." Joshua’s voice was clipped and sharp.

"She’s not even doing anything," Woozi muttered, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

But Wonwoo said nothing.

He just watched. The kind of quiet stare that felt like heat on your skin.

You caught him once. Just a glance. You smiled.

It wrecked him.

---

Later, backstage, after the lights had dimmed and the applause faded, you walked into the waiting room barefoot. Heels in one hand. Water bottle in the other.

"You guys killed it out there," you said, dropping onto the couch beside Wonwoo. The satin of your gown brushed against his thigh. You felt the tension in his body.

"You look tired," you teased, bumping his shoulder lightly. "Stage killer mode catching up to you?"

"I'm fine," he replied, voice tight.

"You've been quiet."

He turned to you slowly, eyes scanning every detail of your face. The lipstick. The shimmer. The curve of your shoulder. His jaw tightened.

"I didn’t like the way they were looking at you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Them. Everyone. They don’t get to look at you like that."

You leaned in a little, intrigued. "Why not? You don’t usually care."

"I do."

There was a pause. One of those pauses that felt heavy with everything left unsaid.

His hand came up to your jaw. Thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth where the red had smeared. His gaze flicked to your lips.

Then he kissed you.

No warning. No hesitation. Just heat and hunger. You felt your back press against the couch as his mouth moved over yours, slow but deep.

When he finally pulled back, your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Lipstick ruined. Eyes locked.

"You look too damn good tonight," he said, voice low and rough. "I'm done pretending I don't want you."

A knock came at the door. Staff calling everyone for encore.

You didn’t move. You just smiled, slow and dangerous, already thinking about what came next.

"Then stop pretending," you whispered. "Show me."

The encore was a blur.

You danced, smiled, did everything expected of an idol under the lights. But your mind? It was still backstage. Still with him. With that kiss.

And Wonwoo? He didn’t stop watching you.

Even from across the stage, you felt his eyes on you like a magnet. You met his gaze once, briefly, and the smirk he gave you promised more than words ever could.

--

Back at the hotel, things moved fast.

You barely got the door open before you felt his presence behind you, quiet but electric.

“Yours or mine?” he asked, voice low.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Mine.”

The second the door shut, his hand was on your waist, spinning you gently to face him. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before his mouth was back on yours, firmer this time, more certain. Like he’d been thinking about it all night. Like he was starving.

His hands slid down your sides, fingertips brushing over the silky fabric of your dress. It was almost reverent, the way he touched you. Careful, but greedy.

“You have no idea,” he murmured against your skin, “how hard it was not to do this the second I saw you tonight.”

You laughed softly, breathless. “You looked like you were about to murder someone on the carpet.”

“I might have,” he admitted, lips trailing along your jaw. “They all looked at you like you were for the taking.”

“And I’m not?”

“No.” He looked into your eyes, completely serious. “You’re not. You’re mine.”

The words settled low in your stomach. Hot. Sharp.

His hands moved to the zipper at your back, but stopped. Waiting.

You nodded, heart pounding.

The dress slid down your body like it was melting off, pooling at your feet. You stood in front of him in only your underthings, bare and exposed in the soft hotel lighting.

Wonwoo’s eyes darkened.

“God, look at you,” he whispered, stepping closer until there was nothing between you but heat and air. His hands found your waist again, thumbs stroking your skin like he couldn’t help himself. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He leaned in, kissing you again, slower this time. Deep and deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

And tonight, he did.

Your fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, tugging him toward the bed. He followed without a word, lips never leaving yours, hands never stopping. You fell back onto the sheets together, limbs tangled, breath shallow, hearts racing.

He kissed down your throat, across your shoulder, everywhere but where you needed him. Teasing. Taking his time.

You arched into him, whispering his name like a secret. “Wonwoo…”

He looked up at you from between kisses, lips swollen, pupils blown.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You cupped his face, smiled with lips still tingling from him.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed. “Not tonight.”

[ferrarifudds]

Hiii! Could u write abt Oscar getting a crush on a girl that works at hospitality and he’s terrible at hiding it ? Thankssss

The Two of Us. ✷ Oscar Piastri

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Employee!reader

Summary: When he has a massive crush and never knows how to act when he’s around you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Disclaimer/s: Fluffff!!! AWKWARD!oscar…. teehee andddd reader works in f1 hospitality and all that jazz :3

Vera’s Voice! LOVEDDD this request thank u for submitting!!!!. personally my fave so far :’) hope u enjoy :3 SMIRK.

Oscar was terrible at hiding things.

He always had been, actually. Whether it was his nerves before a race, his tendency to overthink every decision, or, as it turned out, the fact that he had developed a massive crush on you.

You worked in F1 hospitality, handling the teams needs, making sure everything ran smoothly, always with a smile on your face.

Oscar often saw you rushing around during race weeks, organizing drinks, coordinating with the chefs, and generally keeping things running in perfect order.

He admired your ability to juggle it all while making it look effortless. But over time, his admiration had morphed into something far more complicated — something he couldn’t ignore.

And the worst part?

He was absolutely terrible at hiding it.

Oscar knew he was being obvious. He could feel his heart race every time you passed by. His palms would sweat, his words would get jumbled, and his eyes would follow you across the paddock like he was under some kind of spell.

He had tried to play it cool, to not let his feelings show, but every time you smiled at him or greeted him, it was like everything he had worked so hard for in his career flew out the window.

And today was no different.

It was an unusually quiet morning preparing for the upcoming practice sessions. The hospitality area was quiet, and Oscar, ever the over-thinker, had found his way to the coffee station.

His fingers drummed against the counter, eyes flicking from one side to the other, waiting for the perfect opportunity to speak to you.

He realized you were standing nearby, organizing some supplies, until you spoke up.

“Goodmorning, Oscar! Need a coffee?” You greeted and asked with a friendly smile, making him jump slightly.

He looked up, caught in the act of staring at you. “Uh—hi, Goodmorning.” He cleared his throat and smiled softly. “And y—yes, that’d be great,” His words stammered, trying to hide the fact that he’d been watching you.

You didn’t seem to notice. You were too focused on pulling the right kind of coffee for him, as always, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

He couldn’t help but watch you work, amazed at how effortlessly you navigated the space, chatting with a few colleagues while still managing to prepare everything just the way everyone liked it.

Oscar, on the other hand, felt like he couldn’t even hold a conversation with you without tripping over his words.

He cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly when you handed him his coffee.

“Thank you,” He smiled, taking it from your hands with a bit too much eagerness. The warmth from the cup didn’t do much to calm the fluttering in his chest.

“No problem,” You said casually, but there was something in the way you glanced at him, as if you were trying to figure him out.

“Mm..” You hummed softly, analyzing him with narrowed eyes and a teasing demeanor but you were still clueless about the way he felt. You were just messing around. “You alright?“

Oscar froze, his heart skipping a beat. Did he really look that obvious? He immediately thought of the worst possible scenario — that everyone could tell how much he was crushing on you.

He forced a smile, trying to brush it off.

“Oh, yeah! Just tired. Got a long day ahead,” He said quickly, hoping to sound nonchalant. “You know how it is.”

You smiled again, that kind smile that made his stomach twist in a good way. “I hear you. Race weekends are always busy. You should take it easy when you can.”

Oscar nodded, but his eyes couldn’t stop flicking back to you. He knew he was being so obvious, but he didn’t know how to stop it. It was like there was some magnetic pull between you, and he was powerless to resist.

“You’re, uh... really good at what you do,” He said, immediately regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. His face heated up in embarrassment, and he fumbled with his coffee cup, trying to look like he wasn’t just blabbering on.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden compliment. “Oh, Thanks!” A soft and flattered giggle escaped your lips, clearly a little surprised. “I’m just doing my job.”

Oscar winced internally.

Why did he always sound so weird when he talked to you?

Before he could say anything else to dig himself into a deeper hole, a couple of other team members walked into the area, greeting you with familiar waves.

Oscar took the opportunity to retreat back to the McLaren garage, hoping he hadn’t completely embarrassed himself.

Later on, going into the early afternoon, the Aussie was casually lounging with his dearest teammate, taking a break from the madness of the day.

Lando, ever the curious one, knew about his Oscar’s little crush and had been sure to watch his reactions every race weekend.

The way he would suddenly stiffen up whenever you walked into the room, the way his eyes would lock onto you from across the paddock — it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

Oscar, as usual, was trying to act casual. He was sipping on his water, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept flicking over to where you were standing, talking with some of the hospitality crew.

You were laughing at something someone had said, completely unaware that Oscar’s heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Lando, noticing this for the hundredth time, raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair with a knowing smirk. “So... how long are you gonna keep doing this?”

Oscar’s head snapped to him, his face flushing immediately. “What?”

Lando let out an exaggerated sigh and leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He chuckled. “Mate, you’ve got it bad.”

Oscar groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t have it bad,” He scoffed. “I’m just... I don’t know. It’s not like I can just walk up and ask her out.”

Lando snorted. “Are you twelve? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oscar shot him a look. “Say no.. And then it’d be... weird?”

“Well, yeah, that’s possible,” Lando admitted. “But, seriously. What’s there to be afraid of? You’re a top performance athlete and you’re afraid of rejection?”

Oscar groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “This is completely different. This is personal.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, his grin widening before he snorted, clearly amused. “You’re making this way more complicated than it needs to be. If you ask her out and she says no, it’s not the end of the world. But if you don’t try, you’ll never know. You can’t just keep staring at her from across the room forever.” He paused.

“And that’s just creepy.”

Oscar winced at the thought. “I’m not a stalker.”

“I’m just saying,” Lando shrugged. “You’ve got to at least try.“

Oscar’s face flushed, his nerves getting the best of him as he glanced over at you again, laughing with the hospitality team. He couldn’t help but feel the pull of wanting to ask, but his anxiety still held him back.

“I don’t know...” Oscar muttered, taking a deep breath. “What if she thinks I’m … I don’t know.. weird..”

Lando leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You’re weird regardless.” He rolled his eyes.

“Ha. Thanks.” The Aussie sarcastically quipped.

“Just go for it, mate. Trust me, it’ll feel a lot better than holding onto it.”

Oscar’s eyes darted back to you again. Lando was right, wasn’t he? His whole body was practically buzzing with anticipation.

Lando was basically daring him to take the plunge. He had to admit, there was a part of him that was tired of waiting.

“Okay,” Oscar said, his voice low but determined.

Lando’s grin widened, satisfied. “That’s what I like to hear. Go and make your move, mate.”

Later, the evening eventually arrived, and the paddock slowly filled up with people winding down after a long day. Oscar found himself aimlessly wandering, still unsure how to make his move.

It was now or never.

He couldn’t just keep pining over you in silence.

As he walked past the team lounge, he saw you again, standing by the refreshments table, chatting with a couple of other crew members.

He stopped in his tracks, his palms suddenly sweating. He had promised himself he’d do it tonight, but the closer he got, the more his courage wavered.

You looked over and saw him standing there, looking like he was about to hyperventilate, so you waved him over after your colleagues parted their ways.

“Evening, Oscar!” You smiled as he approached your beverage cart. “Need anything?”

He blinked, panicking. This was it. He had to do it now.

“Hi,” He stammered, stepping closer. “Um. Can I... can we actually talk for a minute?”

You gave him a puzzled but polite smile. “Uh.. Yeah sure, what’s up?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but for some reason, the words just wouldn’t come. He felt like he was about to melt into a puddle of awkwardness right in front of you.

He cleared his throat.

Just ask her, Oscar. Come on.

“I’ve been thinking,” He began, his voice coming out much higher than he intended. “And I just—well, I thought it’d be nice if you and I went out sometime.” He briefly paused.

“You know, like, for dinner. Just the two of us.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head as you processed his words.

He could tell you were trying to figure out if he was joking.

And honestly?

He wasn’t sure either.

But he had already said it, and now there was no turning back.

Your smile softened, but there was a hint of confusion in your eyes. “You mean, like a date?”

Oscar's heart was pounding in his chest. His throat felt dry, and all he could do was nod awkwardly.

“Yeah, um... yeah. Like a date,” He mumbled, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now. But, I’m... I’m not great at this stuff.”

There was a long pause.

Oscar's palms were sweating, and he was sure his face was bright red. He was pretty sure he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he could’ve sworn he was going to faint right then and there.

You blinked a few times, and then your lips curled into a slow, surprised smile.

And then, you giggled.

Oscar’s eyes widened. It wasn’t the teasing laugh he’d feared. No, it was sweet. It was genuine. The kind of laugh that made his heart race even more.

“You’re asking me out?” You asked with a quiet, sweet laugh, clearly taken aback.

“Y-yeah, I... I know this is probably a little awkward,” He admitted, feeling himself sink deeper into the ground. “But, I do like you. A lot.”

You blinked at him, and then your cheeks flushed as you took a step back. “Oh my God, Oscar,” You whispered softly, still giggling. “I had no idea! I thought you were just being... well, you know, your usual kind self.”

Oscar’s heart nearly stopped. “Wait, you... you didn’t realize?”

“No,” You said with a laugh, almost shy now. “I had no clue.”

Oscar let out a nervous laugh of his own, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess I’m not as smooth as I thought.”

You smiled warmly. “I am just a bit oblivious…” And there was a soft gleam in your eyes as you met his gaze. “But! This is... really sweet. I didn’t expect this. I think it sounds great.”

Oscar’s heart did a somersault. “So... you’d... go out with me?”

You laughed again, the sound sending a wave of warmth through him. “Of course I would. It sounds like it’ll be fun.”

His grin widened, and before he could even process it, he found himself letting out a small, relieved laugh. “Alright, then. I can text you and we can figure it out.”

You smiled back at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Looking forward to it.”

Oscar stood there for a moment, utterly dazed.

He had done it.

He had actually done it.

And you’d said yes.

It was the best feeling in the world.

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dizzy [ part five ] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: tudum finally arrives and you couldn’t be more proud of seunghyun. your final night in la ends up being your favourite but when you get back home, you find out something that’ll change both your lives. ・❥・word count: 2.9k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. unprotected p in v, soft sex, swearing, pregnancy. ・❥・ authors note: and we’ve reached the end <3 thank you guys for sticking with me through this fun little seunghyun week. i’ve had so much fun writing this. it’s the first series i’ve ever actually finished too!! i also gave up proofreading halfway though bc its late so forgive any mistakes. love u all!!

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Today was going to be the busiest day of the week. Tudum was a massive event – so much planning went into it so every part of it had to be perfect. Seunghyun had left early again to go check out the venue and get a walkthrough of how everything was going to go later that night. You knew you probably wouldn’t get to see him much until the event was done. It made you a little sad that you couldn’t be by his side for this one but you’d be there regardless, supporting him in whatever way you could. Seunghyun could handle this one alone. He had shown so much growth and confidence over the last few days alone. It was like a permanent smile was etched on his face now which in turn made you so damn happy. This was his moment, his time and while it was long overdue, you were so glad it was finally happening for him. So many more doors would be opened for him, the opportunities he’d lost out on before would come pouring in, you just knew it.

While Seunghyun was busy working, you had decided to treat yourself to a little wander around downtown LA. It wasn’t the same without your husband by your side but you still had fun. You visited one of the best bakeries in town, sending a photo to Seunghyun as you took a bite out of the cupcake you’d bought. Next, you did a little bit of clothes shopping, finding the perfect dress for tonight. Once again, you sent a photo to Seunghyun as you tried it on. This time he replied almost instantly.

You laughed out loud when you saw it — that stupid Adam Levine DM meme. You shot a quick reply back, letting him know you’d bought it and that you missed him and headed back to the hotel. Seunghyun had let you know he was on his way back, too.

It was a few minutes after you’d stepped through the door when he did. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his chest. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I barely get to see you today. I have to head back in an hour.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled up at him. “You’ll just have to make it up to me later.”

“And I will,” he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.

“Are you having fun, though?”

“Yeah, I… missed doing stuff like this. Seeing the fans, talking to people — it’s been a long time and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it but everyone has been so kind. I didn’t expect it.”

“Please, everyone loves you. And if they didn’t, they’d have me to deal with you.” You put on your best menacing face to prove your mind which caused him to laugh loudly, playfully booping your nose.

“I love you but you’re the least threatening person I know,” he teased. His dimples were on full show, making you melt. It really was hard to remember when you’d seen him smile so much like this. It was enough to make you emotional.

“Hey, when it comes to protecting you, I won’t hesitate to throw a punch,” you were half joking but in reality, you really would hurt someone if they ever did someone to upset him.

“Okay, calm down, Mike Tyson.”

“Shutup and kiss me again before I have to share you with the world for the rest of the day.”

And, he happily did. He made sure to make it a kiss you’d remember, his lips moving against yours slowly, full of all the love and adoration he had for you. It made your head spin, your heart beating ten to the dozen. No matter how many times he kissed you, it always felt like the very first time.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

It was so hard to tear your eyes away from Seunghyun. This was his best look of the week. The dark suit with the glittering stars on it paired with those glasses? He looked beautiful. It was enough to almost take your breath away. What made it even better was seeing him laugh and have fun. He had been his goofy self all night long. Every interview he’d been dropping the ‘skrrt’ line and had even made his grand entrance doing the famous Thanos slip. At some point, he’d been given a gift of some soju and by the look on his face you knew he wasn’t interested in it one bit. He held the box in his hand, awkwardly looking at it and trying to put it back on the shelf with the others. You’d laughed out loud at that. Anyone who knew Seunghyun knew he only drank the highest quality of wines.

He had been the star of the show. All the photographers wanted him and solely him. Fans were screaming the loudest for him out of anyone else on the red carpet. He truly was the people’s princess.

It just so happened that Squid Game was first up on the stage. The crowd went crazy for Seunghyun, making you tear up. This was his first time on a stage in front of people in years. It was where he belonged. He really did shine the brightest out of them all. There were no words to explain how proud of him

you were. This whole week had done wonders for his self esteem and you’d never forget it. The world crave Choi Seunghyun and you knew this was just the start of many more appearances like this. Now he had his confidence back, the world was his oyster. It would give him the push he needed to finally release his album and maybe even get back on that stage to perform next time.

Since they’d been on first and weren’t needed for the rest of the show — a crime considering Squid Game was the most watched Netflix show of all time — Seunghyun had decided to sneak away and leave the event early. You were glad because it meant you could finally get more than five minutes alone with him. Watching him from afar was great but you needed him up close and personal so you could tell him how proud you were of him.

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“You killed it tonight, baby,” you said softly, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. You were back at the hotel now, finally getting the alone time with each other that you’d both been craving. “I’m so proud of you. It’s been such a privilege getting to see you out there thriving everyday and getting showered in all the love you’ve deserved for so long.”

“I said it earlier in the week and I’ll say it again, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you. You’re my rock, my lifeline. Having you with me at every single one of these events made it so much easier so thank you for never giving up on me even when I wanted to give up on myself,” he pushed your hair back behind your ear, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

He didn’t let you have time to respond, instead he pressed his lips to yours. His hands gripped at your hips, pulling you flush against him as he poured all his emotions into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, depending the kiss causing you to moan. You gripped at the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to you if that was even physically possible.

Seunghyun’s hand delicately moved to your back, sliding up your spine until he found the zipper of your dress. He didn’t tear his lips from yours as he pulled the zipper down, pushing the dress from your shoulders. When he did, it was only to let your dress fall, leaving you standing their in your bra and panties. His words were breathless, his eyes raking over you with a loving gaze. “You’re so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

It brought a blush to your cheeks which only made him smile. It was your turn now to rid him of his jacket, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Your hands roamed the toned skin of his chest, sliding up and wrapping around his neck. Seunghyun gripped your waist, slowly backing you up until your legs hit the back of the bed. He guided you onto it, settling between your legs on top of you. His lips trailed along your neck, down to your collarbone. There was no rush this time, no desire to leave marks. He wanted to cherish you, show you how much he loved you. His hips pressed against yours, slowly grinding against you allowing you to feel how hard he already was.

It took no time at all for him to remove your bra, his lips trailing along the smooth skin of your breast taking one of your nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud while his fingers trailed along your inner thigh. His touch caused you to shiver, a soft gasp echoing through the room when his fingers dipped insider your panties. He felt how wet you were, how ready you were for him already. He rubbed his fingers through your folds, his mouth now moving to lavish your other breast with attention. You arched up into him, fingers threading through his hair, messing it up. One of his favourite things in the world was when you ran your hands through his hair, bonus points if you tugged on it.

“I need you, Seunghyun,” you breathed, unable to take it anymore. “So fucking much.”

“I need you too,” he mumbled against your skin, trailing his lips back up to meet yours. Your hand moved between your bodies to pop open the button on his pants and he instantly took the hint. He pulled himself away from you momentarily to pull his pants and boxers off, your mouth watering as you watched his cock spring free, aching and leaking at the tip. Once he was bare, he made quick work of pulling your panties off, patting your legs for him.

He positioned himself at your entrance, taking one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together then he pushed in. Seunghyun wasn’t in a rush, he took his time sinking himself into you excruciatingly slow until he was bottomed out inside you. His lips peppered your face with kisses, not moving just yet because he wanted to savour the feeling of being joined with you.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered, finally pulling his hips back slowly and pushing back in. His thrusts were slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him with each thrust.

“I love you too,” you moved your hips in time with his, squeezing his hand that was holding yours. The breath moans falling from your lips and the way your chest rose and fell was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

He pulled one of your legs around his waist to hit deeper inside you, still with his slow and steady pace. The tip of his cock repeatedly hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Seunghyun knew you were getting close with the way your moans were growing louder. He could feel you clenching around him. His own orgasm was fast approaching, his thrusts become a little quicker now as he chased your highs.

“I’m so close, baby. So fucking close. Come with me. I want to feel you let go,” he kissed you deeply. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles to help bring you to the peak of ecstasy.

“Seunghyun,” you moaned, your nails raking down his back. There was definitely going to be marks but he didn’t care. In fact he loved it. “I-I’m… fuck, I’m gonna come.”

It took a couple more thrusts before you let go, crying out his name. Seunghyun’s hips faltered as his own release hit him, stilling inside you. He held you in place as he came, a guttural groan falling from his lips at the feeling of filling you up. Once you’d squeezed every last drop of his release from him, he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you. His lips peppered your face with kisses, causing you to giggle breathlessly.

“You’re fucking amazing,” his voice was a deep rumble, spent from the force of your shared release. “I’ll never tire of being with you like this.”

“Me neither,” you said softly. Your fingers ran through his hair, Seunghyun closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. “I think this was the perfect way to end a perfect week.”

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The first few weeks back in Korea had been normal. Seunghyun had gone back to working on his eagerly awaited album while you supported him in any way you could. Everything seemed perfect. The LA trip had done wonders for him. It was about a month later when things took a bit of a turn.

At first you’d thought nothing of it. The nausea, the headaches, the way your boobs ached — you’d just put it down to your period but when they didn’t come was when you started to worry. There was no way, right? Well, actually there was. You and Seunghyun weren’t exactly careful. There were so many times where you got caught up in the moment and forgot about using a condom. The week in LA had been a perfect example of that. There was only one way to know for sure if your suspicions were correct.

One day while Seunghyun was busy in his studio, you went into the bathroom pulling out the three pregnancy tests you’d secretly bought. The agnosing wait to see the results was probably the most nervous you’d ever felt in your life. There was a moment where you couldn’t even bring yourself to look but when you did and they all said positive, your head began to spin.

You had to tell Seunghyun.

That was going to be the hardest part.

With a deep breath, you stepped inside the studio. Seunghyun spun around in his chair the second he’d heard the door, a smile on his face until he saw the look on yours. He raised a brow at you in concern. “Everything okay?”

You fumbled with the tests you’d stored in the front pocket of your hoodie, ready to pull them out to show him. “Please don’t freak out but… you know how I haven’t been feeling well the last few weeks? Well, um….”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words so finally you pulled the tests out to show Seunghyun. At first he was confused then his face paled, his eyes widening. “…no.”

“Please don’t freak out,” you wrapped your arms around yourself, your voice barely above a whisper. You could already tell it was too late for that. He was indeed freaking out.

One of the first things Seunghyun had told you when you got together was that he didn’t want children. He loved kids but he never saw himself as the person who could be a father to a kid. In his head, he could barely take care of himself let alone another human being. It was so much responsibility, one that he did think he could handle. It hadn’t bothered you. When you thought about your future, you’d never thought about children so it wasn’t a big deal.

But, here you were, pregnant with your husband looking like he was about to pass out in his chair,

“… are you sure?” He asked, finally meeting your eyes.

“Yeah. I know this wasn’t part of the plan, I know you don’t want this but I’m scared, Seunghyun. I need you to tell me you’re not going to run. I don’t know what I’d do if you did.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you furiously rubbed at them with the sleeve of your hoodie.

Seunghyun was on his feet and in front of you in an instant. He pulled your hands away from your face, using the pad of his thumbs to wipe away the few tears that had managed to fall. “I’m fucking terrified. I’m not dad material. The thought of being a dad scares me but not because I don’t want to be one but because I know I won’t be good enough. But, don’t you dare for one second ever think I’d run. I love you too damn much to ever leave you. I… do want this, I always have deep down, especially with you but I’m always going to think i’m not good enough.”

“But you are. You’re more than good enough. The way you are with your nephew is proof enough to me that you’ll be an amazing dad,” you met his eyes, the vulnerability in his matching your own. “You’re kind, patient, strong and not to mention a giant goofball. All the ingredients of a perfect dad.”

“You’re biased,” he joked to try and lighten the tension. “…I’ll be honest with you, baby, if this had been last year or even a few months ago, I don’t think I’d be able to do this but… I think I’m finally in a place where I could. Like I keep saying, as long as I have you, I can do anything.”

“So, we’re doing this?”

“Yeah, we’re doing this.”

You wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head on his chest. “I guess now I have a reason to call you daddy.”

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears. The road ahead probably wasn’t going to be easy but you had each other and that was all that mattered.

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hellooo, hope everything's okay with you:) i was thinking of a hotch request, of bau!reader being "his favourite" in the team (in a way that the team can see he has a soft spot for her). maybe the members of the team seeing little interactions between them two and noticing it <33 i just *loved* the one you wrote about hotch helping her in a bau party, and would love to see more of hotch protecting her and being soft with her, during the jobs as well!! thank you so muchhhh, hope you have a good day x

hiii thank u so much baby!!! this has been in my drafts since september i’m so sorry for the delay!! i hope this is okay <3 | 0.6k of fluff

Aaron Hotchner was never one to play favorites. He’s always loved his team, has always felt fond towards its members in one way or another, but none ever seemed to outrank the other.

Until you.

You’d joined the BAU as a temporary replacement, and then, you just stayed. You fit right in, which wasn’t hard to do considering how welcoming everyone had been, but it still felt like the kind of luck that isn’t easy to come by.

Hotch has felt a sort of pull towards you ever since you stepped into the bureau, your shirt a little wrinkled, smile nervous and beautiful. He’s grown to feel for you in a way that doesn’t compare to how he feels towards the others. It’s completely different; incomparable.

Even now, over a year since you’ve joined the team, Hotch can’t help but feel like he has to protect you, has to make sure you’re okay.

The others know it, too.

Derek has taken to doing his very own Hotch impression, a lovestruck version of him, that is. Spencer tells Aaron daily that he should just tell you how he feels. Emily likes to say, ‘you’re going soft, Hotchner.’ And all he can do is fight a smile and shake his head.

Even now, in some town in Indiana, Aaron can’t help but look for you in the busy station. It’s early in the morning, he’s got two cups of coffee in hand. One for him, the other for you.

“Aw, thanks, you shouldn’t have,” Derek says, reaching for one of the coffees.

“You know that’s not for you, Morgan.”

Pretending to be hurt, Derek walks off towards Spencer, a ‘can you believe him?’ look on his face. Hotch vaguely registers Spencer’s voice saying something like, “I believe that’s what they call favoritism.”

Then, the conversation goes quiet for Aaron’s ears, because he sees you. You’ve got a sweater on today, the sleeves long enough that only your fingertips poke out. His feet are walking towards you before his brain processes it.

Before he reaches you, an officer from the station does. “Hey, miss, reporters aren’t allowed inside.”

You take a step back, eyebrows furrowing at the man questioning your presence, “I’m not a reporter. They cleared me at the door.”

“Nice try, sweetheart, I’ve heard it all before-“

“Agent,” Hotch steps in, trying not to squeeze the coffee cups too hard. “Good morning, coffee for you.”

Your gaze softens as soon as it flicks from the officer and over to Hotch. Your fingers brush when you grab the drink from him, sparks shooting up your arm.

“Thank you, Agent Hotchner.”

“Is there a problem here, officer?” Aaron asks, tilting his head.

“No, no, sir. Thank you for coming down and helping out.”

“It’s what we do,” Hotch emphasizes the ‘we,’ like he’s making sure the officer knows that you’re as much a part of this as he is.

The officer nods and walks off, leaving the two of you as alone as you can be in the station.

“Thank you, Aaron,” you say, nudging your elbow against his arm gently. “I totally could’ve handled it, though.”

He smiles because you’re the only one on the team who calls him Aaron. He likes it that way.

“I know, honey.” And he’s the only one who calls you honey. “But I didn’t really feel like explaining why one of my agents punched an officer today.”

“I was not going to punch him!” You laugh, your morning getting better by the second. “Maybe berate him a little. That’s all.”

“Sure it is.”

When you and Aaron walk into the conference room where the rest of the team is waiting, you’re met with the same type of stare from all of them. Knowing, expecting, secretly admiring.

You duck your head and take a sip of your coffee, forever grateful that you joined this team, that you found these people, that Aaron is beside you where you always seem to want him to be.

“They’re hopeless,” Emily whispers to Spencer.

Aaron’s too busy looking at your face to hear.

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hi love!! how are you??💗

theres such a lack of franco stuff 💔 so since i just saw u were asking for ideas what about maybe franco and the reader have had feelings for each other for a while but kept them to themselves and something happens that provokes franco to confess 🤭 or the other way around :)) you can do whatever you want <3

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listen up : no warnings!! thanks for the request this is super fun and proud of franco for q3 today🧉🫡 keep requesting!!

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“Hi love.” Franco says smoothly in my ear, his hand resting on my waist as I take the drink out of his hand, coughing and handing it back quickly. He frowns, “I thought you would like this.”

I shake my head, “Gross.” My friends all look at us as he sips the drink.

“Just fuck and get it over with.” My friend says, making everyone laugh except Franco and I. I raise a brow at them as they apologize and scurry away.

I step away and look at Franco, his eyes are wandering around the club. He’s in all black, his waves big and as a piece falls in his face, he catches me staring.

We’re friends. I know that. And I love him for it. He’s respectful and kind, flirty and hilarious, and will never leave me behind. But sometimes it’s hard, I feel like we have these moments then it just disappears.

“Love?” He asks and fuck me, that nickname gets me everytime. I look away and try to hide my blush but he grabs my chin and turns my head back, a grin on his face and a spark in his eyes.

“I need an actually drinkable drink!” I yell over the music as he laughs and stands up straighter.

“I’ll grab you something.” He says it quickly but I shake my head.

“No chance, Colapinto!” I back up, “Don’t cry without me.”

“Unlikely.” He winks and when I turn, my cheeks are still hot. My friends give me a look and I can’t help but smile, I like Franco. I can’t help it.

You try having your best friend flirt with you while looking like that.

I’m still smiling when I order my drink. I almost don’t notice the man sliding up next to me. He’s tan and blonde, he smiles at me and I politely smile back, looking away.

When he doesn’t move, I look back to him again, “Hi- Sorry, I couldn’t help but come up to you. You’re gorgeous.”

I smile politely, “Uh, Thank you!” I am single, even if my mind tricks me sometimes when I look at Franco.

“You here alone?” I’m about to say no but when I turn to look at Franco, I laugh out loud. He’s with a girl, she’s pretty with dark skin and boobs that Franco’s getting distracted by.

“Yes!” I turn back to him, “I am!” The bartender hands me my drink and I start on it immediately, “I’m Y/n.”

He smiles, “JJ.” He starts talking about himself and as I listen, my hand goes to his arm and he scoots a bit closer.

I find myself genuinely laughing at things he says, not because I find him funny but I find what he’s saying ridiculously stupid.

I can’t help but look back at Franco, he’s staring at me. That’s surprising. The girl is still next to him, smiling and talking still.

I raise my brows at him and he does the same to me. I mouth, ‘What?’ but he just rolls his eyes and looks back at the girl. Fuck. Him.

“Y/n? Are you listening to me?” I look back at the man who didn’t even ask me a question, as he frowns.

“Dude, I don’t even remember your name.” I take my drink and walk away. I see Franco follow me out of the corner of my eye.

I groan, walking past my friends as they ask me what’s wrong, “I’m gonna go!” They start to follow me out but stop when they see Franco.

I set my drink down and keep maneuvering through the crowd, the fresh air finally hitting me. “Y/n!” He yells after me but I keep walking, ignoring the cold.

I don’t say anything so he calls after me again, “Y/n! You can’t just leave alone!”

I roll my eyes and turn around, “What do you want me to do then? Go home with that blonde?” I say sarcastically as his face drops.

We’re farther away from any people now, “No. I wanted you to come get me.”

“And take you away from your attention holder? No thanks.”

He shakes his head, “This can’t be because you’re jealous.” he scoffs, “I was having a conversation! And we’re not…” he trails off and I groan.

“We’re not what, Franco? And I'm not the one that is jealous in this situation! You were giving him a death glare.”

“Yeah well the way he was looking at you, he deserved it.” I roll my eyes and start to walk away again but he grabs my arm, “Wait- Y/n! I don’t get it.”

“Seriously? Are you that fucking blind or just plain stupid!?” He looks shocked I would yell at him.

Well I'm pissed off and angry at him. “You can't complain about some guy talking to me when you were otherwise occupied.”

“She- No. Y/n, I was barely listening to her. She fucking recognized me and I couldn’t hear a thing she said because you were laughing with that douche bag!”

I cross my arms, his touch leaving me. “You don’t even know him.”

“What’s his name, Y/n. I’ll get to know him.” He raises a brow as I look away, “I just- Fuck it’s hard. And I don’t want some slimy prick hitting on you!”

“Right, cause you’re the only slimy prick who gets to do that.” He lets out a dry laugh. “You are jealous!”

“Of course I am!” His tone makes me frown, he sighs then looks me in the eye, “I don’t want to share you. I hate being your friend because all I can think about is us kissing but that’s weird because you don’t want more and I'm trying to be respectful and a gentleman but shit, Y/n. You’re making it really hard.”

I just stare at him, frozen. He speaks again, “And I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for getting you to ditch that guy but…” I laugh a bit and it makes him smile, “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

I shake my head, everything I've dreamed about coming true in the matter of minutes, “Franco.”

“If you’re gonna reject me, just get it over with please.” I laugh and his face tells me it doesn’t make him feel better.

“Franco.” He meets my eyes again as I move my hands to his neck, then jaw, reaching up and kissing him softly, “I really like you too.”

He freezes for a second and I'm worried I've done something wrong. But then his face breaks into a grin and he kisses me again, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me in the air.

I laugh as he hugs me, “This is the best day of my life.” He sets me down as my cheeks start to hurt from my smile.

“I thought your F1 debut was the best day of your life?” His hands slide to my waist as he shakes his head rapidly.

“Fuck that. Better things have come!” He kisses me again and I melt into him, “You’re better than anything I could have asked for.”

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pt. 1/2

SUMMARY: not only you are surprised when you get a drunk text from your brother that you should pick him up from a party - Topper's just as shocked as you are.

WARNINGS: Thornton!reader, brothers best friend trope, bickering, tension, quick deep talk with Topper

WORD COUNT: 1,7k

NOTE: english is not my first language | thank‘s to everyone for reading and supporting, comments and - are highly apprecaiated <3

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Your body tried to make its way through the sweaty crowd dancing and drinking around you, the air thick with the scent of weed and expensive perfume. This wasn't on your agenda for tonight, getting your drunk brother out of a party, that's for sure.

"Hey sis, can u get me? I'm drunk as hell."

You weren't surprised, though. After Sarah had ditched him for John B, which was more than understandable for you but hey – Topper never wanted to listen to your advice, he seemed to try drowning the pain and hurt ego away by drinking and smoking.

The house you currently were in was familiar to you. Since Sarah's your best friend you spend a lot of time here but never during these party's, cause most of the time Rafe was the host and well - let's just say you tried to avoid any chance of being in a room with him together.

Because besides the hatred for their sister's trying to live the pogue life, Topper and Rafe had one thing more in common. They fell for the sister of their best friend. The only problem was, that Rafe never acted on his feeling. While Topper may be a complete idiot, he at least showed Sarah some kind of feelings, trying to wrap her around his fingers. But for Rafe? Bickering and hating was his way.

But Rafe apparently had a new way of drawing you into his space.

"Hey, did you see Topper?" You asked a guy which's name you could never remember no matter how often your brother tried to tell you. You just knew he often hang with them together. "No, sorry. Ask Rafe, he was with him a while ago." You instantly rolled your eyes but smiled at him and nodded in a way that was supposed to tell him 'thank you'.

You made your way further through the people until you reached the living room where you saw Rafe sitting on the couch, talking to two girls on either side of him.

Not bothering that you may interrupted something, you walked up behind him, not even caring enough to wait until he might realize you were standing behind him. "Have you seen my brother? He told me to come pick him up."

You looked down at his head which bend until it laid against the backrest, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours. Pretty ? No, you meant blue. Just blue.

"Oh If it isn't the princess of the Pogues, gracing us with her presence this night.", his voice dripped with sarcasm. "And to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" You rolled your eyes at his irritating words and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Did you see Topper, Rafe?", you repeated.

His smile widened before he sat upright again, took a beer that was probably his from the desk, turned around and locked eyes with you again, walking around the couch towards you.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood today." he remarked, taking a sip of his beer. "Rafe If you don't-" "No need to be so uptight princess. The party just stared." You scoffed. "Well, apparently not If my brother's texting me to come pick his drunk ass up."

"Give him some time, he's trying to heal from a heartbreak. I mean I told him my sister is never hanging around for long but- well you know him. Had to try for himself."

You were slowly getting tired of the conversation and Rafe seemed to notice. "And as for where your brother is; I saw him with Kelce in the kitchen a few minutes ago. Just before you arrived, I think."

Without giving him a second more of your time, you turned around, walking towards the kitchen. Why didn't he just tell you 'Hey, Topper is in the kitchen.' ? Why does he always have to bicker with you and beat around the bush. Ugh.

Sarah always said he liked you but before Rafe Cameron actually had serious feelings for you or even anyone, hell would freeze over.

You walked into the kitchen of the Cameron's, immediately spotting your brother and Kelce, laughing loudly between some shots they were taking.

"Wow. You're really setting the bar lower and lower." You scoffed, making their heads turn towards you. "Y/n? What are you doing here? Aren't you with your little friends?" "Oh, hey pipsqueak." Kelce chuckled from behind Topper, waving at you with a drunken grin.

"Come on Topper, I don't have all night." I sighed, already about to leave the kitchen when he looked at me as If I had torn apart his favorite teddy bear apart that he hid under his bed whenever someone came over. "What the hell are you talking about?" "What the hell do you mean what the hell I'm talking about? You texted me to come pick you up because you're too drunk."

Just as he was about to answer, Rafe entered the kitchen and stood beside you. "Topper, why don't you listen to your sister and go with her, you've had enough for tonight."

Feeling betrayed, Topper was too stunned to speak, looking at Kelce for some backup. "Hey man don't get me into this." he replied to his look, throwing up his hands and spilling some of the liquid that was inside his shot glass.

"I didn't text you!" he exclaimed, reached into his pocket and searching for his phone. "Shit.. can't find it." You rolled your eyes, your patience slowly but clearly wearing off. "Topper.." "I swear I didn't!", he swore while continuing to search the insides of his few pockets. "Damn no really, where is it?", he asked himself.

"Come on man." Kelce chuckled and threw an arm around his friend, slowly guiding him outside the kitchen and towards the front door where you parked your car.

You stepped aside to let them pass, your gaze landing on Rafe who was already looking at you, licking his bottom lip before speaking. "Here." He reached into his pocket and handed you Topper's phone. "What? Why do you have my brother's phone ?", you asked him, as It didn't hit you yet what was going in.

"Thought he might need someone to pick him up before he would be a complete mess.", he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders and looking away for a short moment.

Your eyebrows shot up as the realization finally hit you."You texted me to come pick him up? Why would you do that?" He chuckled and looked down at you. " Like I said; I was worried about my friend." "Bullshit.", you called him out right away. "If you were worried about him, you would have told me where he was instead of beating around the bush."

"Just wanted some conversation." he replied simply, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes while doing so, trying not to let him get under your skin. It would only please him.

"Good night, Rafe." you smiled at him before turning around and pushing through sweaty crowd again, reaching your car where Kelce and Topper were already waiting for you.

You pressed the little button on your car key, allowing them to get in while you were still a few meters away. Kelce jumped into the back seat, and Topper settled next to you in the front.

You slid behind the wheel and closed your door, glancing over your shoulder at Topper’s friend. “Should I drive you home too?” you asked, reaching for your seatbelt and securing it right after.

“Sure thing, pipsqueak,” he grinned, his eyes heavy and his body slumping down onto the back seat. You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes and started the engine, pulling away from the property.

A few minutes into the drive, you looked over to your right. “You’re lucky. Mom and Dad aren’t home tonight,” you smirked slowly, trying to lighten the mood since he was still your annoying brother. Annoying, but family.

A scoff escaped his lips as he stared out the window. “As if they’re ever home.” 

You sighed quietly, shrugging your shoulders. “Well, it’s still better than having to explain why you’re drunk and high.” 

“They wouldn’t understand anyway. They never do. All they do is scream and complain. They don’t care.” He turned his head toward you, studying your face. “But honestly, I don’t know which one of us they’re more disappointed in,” he chuckled.

“Yeah… Mom’s worried I’m drinking myself into a coma, while Dad is worried you’ll run off with Maybank or some other pogue.” The car fell silent for a moment before you both erupted into unexpected laughter. 

"Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse,” you giggled, gripping the wheel a little tighter as you turned onto your street. "Not sure who's setting the bar lower now, huh?" Topper smirked.

“I guess we should take him with us tonight before his parents have a heart attack,” you suggested, nodding toward Kelce, who was snoring in the back seat.

“Yeah…” he glanced at his friend and then back at you. “Thank you for picking me up, even though I didn’t text you. It’s good to know I can still count on you.” He smiled softly at you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No problem, Topper." you smiled back at him before turning off your car and finally parked in your garage. "Let‘s get him inside.", you grinned, eager to get out like Topper, when your phone suddenly vibrated in your purse.

Hm, probably the pogues asking If everything‘s alright after you left so quick with only telling them it‘s an 'family emergency'.

You opened your little white purse Sarah had given you on your last birthday and rummaged through it, fishing out your phone. You had a few messages from JJ and Sarah, asking you when - wait.

What was that? A message by an unknown number.

unknown number

i took the liberty of grabbing your number while I had the chance to.

was nice seeing you tonight, hot and bothered like always..

sweets dreams, angel.

xx rafe

That son of a - wait, why were you smiling together with your heart beating faster ?

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xoxo sarah <3

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Hi Hypno. I'd love a Natsu x Reader (Female) where he’s being overprotective and kind of clueless about why it’s embarrassing her in front of the guild, but it turns into this cute confession in the end and they start dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hihi! I hope you enjoyed this super cute and protective Natsu! I wanted to capture that fiery energy of his, but with a dash of sweet fluff. I'm also not too familiar with Fairy Tail, so apologies in advance. Thank you for the request<3

✧ Title: ✧ Overprotective Flames ✧ ✧ Characters: Natsu Dragneel x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You asked Natsu to walk you to the guild hall, and what you got was an overprotective dragon slayer scaring everyone off. You didn't expect his actions to lead to a heartfelt confession, but maybe there’s more behind his behavior than you thought. ✧ Content/Tags: Overprotective Natsu, Fluff, Confession, Mutual Pining, Slight Embarrassment, Best Friends to Lovers, Guild Dynamics ✧ WC: 987 words // 5.5k chars

You were starting to regret asking Natsu to walk with you to the guild hall today.

What had started as a normal day had quickly turned into a public display of just how protective your best friend could be. The moment you two had stepped into the guild, Natsu had stuck to you like glue—literally hovering over your shoulder, making comments whenever anyone so much as glanced your way.

“Oi, Gajeel! What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” Natsu growled when the Iron Dragon Slayer walked by, offering you nothing more than a passing nod of acknowledgment.

“Relax, Flame Brain,” Gajeel grumbled, not even bothering to look back as he made his way to the bar. “Ain’t nobody interested in your girl.”

Your cheeks flamed at that. Your girl? Gajeel’s words stuck with you, even though you knew that wasn’t how Natsu saw you. At least, you thought he didn’t. He was just being… well, Natsu—fiercely protective over his friends. You knew that much about him.

Still, today felt different. Like maybe he was going a little overboard.

“U-Um, Natsu, it’s okay,” you whispered, trying to wave off his aggression with a nervous smile. “Gajeel wasn’t even—”

“Wasn’t what?” Natsu interrupted, turning to you with a serious expression. “He was lookin’ at you funny. You think I’m gonna let that slide?”

You sighed, feeling the familiar weight of eyes from across the guild hall. You could practically hear the others whispering amongst themselves, and it only made your face heat up more. Why was Natsu acting like this in front of everyone?

You loved him—liked him, you corrected yourself quickly—but this was just embarrassing. The last thing you needed was for the whole guild to think you were helpless and needed a dragon slayer to fight your battles for you.

“Lucy, help me out here,” you pleaded under your breath, shooting a desperate glance at the celestial mage sitting nearby. Lucy gave you a sympathetic smile, but she clearly wasn’t going to interfere. She probably thought it was cute.

Well, you didn’t.

“Oi, Gray, keep your shirt on and your eyes off her,” Natsu barked, his eyes flashing as Gray walked in your direction, hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t even—” Gray began, but Natsu cut him off with a huff, stepping between the two of you.

“Yeah, well, you better not be,” Natsu snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Natsu, please,” you whispered, “you’re embarrassing me.”

Natsu blinked at you, his sharp gaze softening slightly. “What? Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off, biting your lip. How were you supposed to explain that everyone was staring, that your crush on him was already making it hard to breathe, and now he was drawing even more attention to the both of you?

Natsu frowned, his expression genuinely confused. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, (Y/N). You know I don’t want anyone messin’ with you.”

“I know that,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “But you don’t have to scare off everyone. They’re just our friends.”

He scratched his head, looking utterly clueless. “But I don’t want any of ‘em getting ideas. You’re too important to me for that.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, and you glanced up at him, eyes wide. “I… I am?”

“‘Course you are,” Natsu said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze softened again, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why else d’you think I’d be so protective? You’re… special.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was again—another hint that maybe he didn’t just see you as a friend. Maybe all this overprotectiveness wasn’t just about keeping you safe; maybe it was because he cared about you in a different way.

But you still weren’t sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at you. “Natsu,” you began cautiously, “are you being overprotective because… you like me?”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he processed the question. Then, a slow, sheepish grin spread across his face. “I… yeah, I guess I am.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “R-Really?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t realize it at first, but I think… I’ve always liked you, (Y/N). I just didn’t know how to say it.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. Natsu Dragneel, the guy you had been crushing on for ages, liked you back?

Before you could respond, Natsu took a step closer, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t want anyone else even thinkin’ about you that way, y’know? You’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your face heat up all over again. “I… I’ve liked you for a while too, Natsu,” you admitted shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natsu’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite your embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Natsu’s expression softened, and before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, warm hug, pulling you against his chest. “That’s awesome, (Y/N),” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so glad.”

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with happiness as you hugged him back. “Me too.”

“Guess that means we’re dating now, huh?” Natsu said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, his grin as wide as ever.

You blushed, but nodded. “I guess it does.”

Natsu’s smile turned even softer, and he leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting anyone else get close to you from now on.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling lighter than you had in days. “You’re still overprotective.”

“Damn right I am,” Natsu said proudly. “But now I’ve got a reason.”