#these boys are everythin to me actually

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

WAGH!! guys. y'all know what today is. it's tidbit tuesday time again!!! (not really a tidbit I started writin' 'n got so drawn in I accidentally pretty much wrote a whole fic) (sorry!!!) (also this is a part 2 of sorts to another fic I wrote here!!) (enjoy!!)

It's a Friday night which can really only mean one thing for the Curtis household: it's alive. All seven of them clustered together. Voices risin' 'n fallin', pans clatterin' together, bodies runnin' up 'n down the hall, someone thrown to the ground, a fresh bruise where an elbows been jammed into a rib.

The TV's playin', flippin' on interval back 'n forth between two shows every commercial break. The record player's on 'n takin' up a prized 'n rare space on the couch. Soda's got his guitar pulled up in his lap, catchin' every other chord. He's already kicked both Steve 'n Two hard onto the floor for tryin' to move it (to their mutual outrage).

Darry's in the kitchen, nose stuck down into their ma's cookbook, pluggin' through a casserole that both Pony 'n Dallas had raved over last month (a hard sell, at least on Dallas' part).

Dallas is propped up on the counter, absently recountin' a fight he'd seen down at Buck's. ('N you weren't involved?) (C'mon, Darry. Have a little faith in me.) (I have a little faith. That's the problem.)

"So anyways. I'm watchin' this guy, right? Man, he was like four sticks 'n eyes. Picture Pony. Just a twig right-"

"I heard that!" Pony shouts, somehow managin' to pull his rapt attention from the Friday night cartoons to defend his honor over the sound of Two puttin' up a decent fight Johnny's world-famous poker skills 'n Soda managin' to get two whole chords right in a row.

"Guess I don't need to get your ears checked after all, huh? With all the sorry I didn't do the dishes I didn't hear you ask you've been doin' lately you had me real worried." Darry shoots back before Dallas can cut in, pinnin' a carrot to the cuttin' board 'n slicin'.

Pony grumbles but doesn't say anythin' else, distracted by Steve palmin' dial on the TV 'n switchin' it back to whatever beach flick he'd been tryin' to watch.

"So anyways. I'm watchin' this guy run his mouth 'n Jesus. Look, I'm all for a bit of talk. But at some point, it's pack it in or pack it up-"

Two wails, throws his cards on the table 'n Johnny chuckles to himself. "Jesus Christ kid. What do I owe you now? My firstborn?"

"Ah, yeah." Johnny shuffles the cards up again, twistin' them in his hands like real professional dealers did. "Somethin' like that. But I'm feelin' generous. You can keep that, Two. I'll settle for, what, the hundred bucks you're up to now?"

"Aw, damn. Must've left it in my other pants pocket." Soda howls, momentarily distracted by the prospect of a good joke. He kicks him in the spine from where Two's folded up in front of the coffee table 'n Two twists 'n grabs at his ankle, tryin' to drag him off the couch.

Soda hollers, writhin' 'n twistin' desperately away. "Not with the baby!" He clutches his guitar up to his chest, 'n Two relents with one final lungin' jab in Soda's side he wails at.

Darry rolls his eyes, dumps the carrots off the cuttin' board 'n into the mixture of meat 'n vegetables in the pan. "You were sayin', Dal?"

"Hm? OH! Yeah, so the guy gets up from the bar 'n I'm thinkin' to myself like holy fuck. He's dead meat. Ain't no way he's walkin' away from this-"

"Hey!" Pony dives on Steve, rolls 'n ends up flat on his back. "Stop changing' the fuckin' channel!"

Darry looks up, narrows his eyes 'n tries to guess whether they'll escalate or not.

"Stop actin' like a brat!" Pony lets out an indignant noise, decides to play dirty 'n reaches up to grab a fistful of Steve's hair 'n yanks.

Darry sighs, wipes his hands on the front of his apron, flips the stove on.

Soda's back to playin', hard 'n fast 'n at least two of his strings are wound too tight.

"You were sayin'?"

"If I'm a brat then you're a bitch. No actin' necessary!"

Darry groans, shakes his head in exasperation. "One sec, Dal." He disappears into the livin' room 'n Dallas can hear him manhandlin' Steve 'n Pony off of each other 'n poppin' 'em once for good measure. 'Course Dallas doesn't see 'cause he's too busy puttin' his fingers down in the casserole to fish out a piece of ground beef.

Two 'n Johnny are back to playin', Soda's finally found a good pace, catchin' most of the notes. He's still playin' a bit too hard-

"I saw that." Darry bats Dallas' hand away 'n Dal scowls at him but pulls his fingers back. "Now, finish what you were sayin'-"

There's a sharp twang 'n Soda's playin' abruptly stops. "Ow! Shit."

"What's wrong?" Dallas leans so far forward on the counter he nearly falls off 'n Darry absently puts a hand out to catch him. Soda's got his finger in his mouth, the guitar slung haphazardly down in his lap, one string snapped clean in two. "Oh, shit."

He hops off the counter deftly, crosses into the livin' room, 'n fishes in the discarded guitar case. "Anyways, Dar. So this guy, he's like four times this kid's size. No kiddin' on that either." He pulls out a coiled G string, flattens it out between his fingers. "'N I'm thinkin' ok. Man, this kid's gonna get creamed. Like pounded into the fuckin' floor."

He pulls Soda's guitar off his lap, props himself up on the arm since the records player's still skippin' 'n spinnin' on the couch cushion beside Soda.

"'N Buck comes out from behind the bar, like he's gonna do anythin' to stop the guy, right." Dallas idly unstrings the snapped G, nimble fingers pullin' the bridge pin out 'n tossin' the discarded end at Soda who catches it easily. "But naw, man. This kid, I swear I ain't never seen someone knock out a guy like that. Shit." He lets out a long, low whistle, winds the new string in.

He pauses, plucks at it til he finds the sound he wants, nods self satisifed, 'n sweeps it back into Soda's hands. "Jesus, man. It was crazy." When he looks up Soda's starin' at him, that shit-eatin' grin that tells Dallas' he's made a mistake somewhere painted across his face. "What?"

He twists 'catches Darry lookin' back at him with a raised eyebrow like he's let somethin' slip he hadn't meant to. "What?"

Two, Steve, Pony, 'n Johnny are all starin' at him, mouths gapin', arguments 'n games forgotten 'n Dallas' sinkin' concern is startin' to bleed into irritation. "Will y'all stop lookin' at me like dead fish 'n tell me what."

Pony blinks at him, once, twice. "Dallas. Can you play the fuckin' guitar?"

Oh. Well. Shit.

There's a brief pause. A second where no one says anythin'. 'N then Soda howls, gigglin' so hard he grabs for his side 'n dissolves. Darry snorts, turns his head 'n disappears back into the kitchen when Dallas glares at him.

"Well, Dal." Soda composes himself. Blinks at Dallas with big, stupid eyes. "Guess the cat's outta the bag!" 'N it takes every goddamn thing in Dallas to not pick that stupid fuckin' guitar right up 'n crack it over Sodapop Curtis' dumbass fuckin' head.

[ghostfacd]

ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY? | TOM BLYTH

pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary. after you and tom called it quits, the internet can’t help but make you their punching bag, all because you liked a boy.

part 2 | installment of this au | recommend you read it for more context!

CELEBRITYNEWS Months after the pair announced they were dating on Instagram, couple Y/N Avocot and Tom Blyth have now since broken up due to personal reasons and “mutual agreement” according to a source. We will miss the sweet ex-couple, and we wish the best for Y/N and Tom!

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user1 guys im going to cry

user2 this wasn’t in my 2023 plans.

user3 actual tears

user4 ik rachel is heartbroken rn bc they’re both her close friends and she introduced them to one another 😭😭

➥ user5 you’re so right OMG

user6 they were so good together?? im upset

user7 he’s single now….. YES

ynuser me time 🌞 (new skincare video up soon yayy!!)

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user8 guys, it’s official. she unfollowed tom

➥ user9 it’s the way he still follows her and likes all her posts like this is too sad to watch ☹️

user10 girly after unfollowing tom and everything even tho he still follows and likes her post

user11 she doesn’t deserve him lol. not then, not now, not ever

sean.kauf ur time

conangray yess i love you yn

➥ ynuser @/conangray @/sean.kauf i love you two 💘

rachelzegler only girls party

➥ user12 oh?

hollywoodnews Oh? is this a new romance brewing? Actress and music artist, YN Avocot and her fellow actor and cast mate Sean Kaufman seen awfully comfortable in multiple restaurants not long after YN’s breakup with her ex-boyfriend, actor Tom Blyth

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user13 cant defend yn anymore

➥ user14 she never asked u to defend her stop being delulu..

user15 welp called it, she’s a hoe

user16 doesn’t sean have a gf? not her homewrecking…

user17 acting like all that after she’s single please someone humble her immediately

user18 guys stop sending hate to yn, it’s literally not gonna help anyone. she’s single, she has the freedom to do whatever she wants without you guys being down her back 24/7.

liked by @/tomblyth

➥ user19 hello tom blyth literally liked ur comment??

user20 not tom still being nice to her even after all this. Personally me? Id never take that level of disrespect

ynuser “all because i liked a boy” OUT NOW! This song was originally something else that I put off for a really long time until now, it’s all from my experiences so it makes it very personal for me. I hope you guys like it as much as I do! As always, be kind to yourself and one another ❤️

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sean.kauf love this, love YOU!

➥ ynuser ❤️❤️

conangray this is a masterpiece

user21 THE REFERENCES TO THE HATE COMMENTS OMG ☹️☹️ this song is so good she doesn’t deserve all the hate she gets

user22 and all of this for what? WHEN EVERYTHIN’ WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP

➥ user23 TELL ME WHO I AM GUESS I DONT HAVE A CHOICE

➥ user24 ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOYYYYY

user25 the way tom hasn’t said anything..

[moremaybank]

Any Dad!JJ? You’re just one of the best at writing him.

dad!jj for the soul !!!!! i hope you enjoy, angel! i really enjoyed writing this one! 🤍

jj's elated when he sees his six year old babygirl, avery, walking out of her classroom. it's three-thirty on the dot, a time jj looks forward to daily when he picks up your daughter and takes her to work with him while they wait for you to meet them there after work.

avery reaches him, and he crouches down to her height so he can press a kiss to her cheek. "hi, babygirl."

"hi, daddy!"

he loves how chipper his little girl gets when she's around him. she lets it be known that she adores his presence, and that's what he's always dreamed of as a parent.

"mama killed it on your hair today," he says. he yanks gently at one of the braids you'd put into her hair earlier this morning. "look at these. phew. think my babygirl's a model."

she giggles at her father's affectionate words, cheeks heating with love. her squeals grow louder when jj scoops her up and makes his way to his truck. he buckles her into her booster seat, ruffling up the top of her hair playfully before shutting the door and getting into the driver's seat.

"hey, daddy?"

"'sup, aves?" he asks, pulling out of the parking lot and starting on the journey to the auto shop.

"what colours do boys like best?"

he arches a brow. "what d'ya mean, sweet girl?"

"dunno...like what colour do you like most on mama?"

"hmmm," jj says, pondering out loud. "that's a hard one, baby. i think your mama looks good in everythin'."

an adorable huff escapes her pursed lips. "daddy. 'm serious. you have to pick one."

the truck zooms down the road, passing by avery's favourite fast food joint. jj can't help but speed up just a smidge, hoping and praying that she won't look out the window and wrangle a chicken finger combo out of him. 'cause then he'd have to get one for her. he's never said no to his princess and he doesn't plan on changing that any time soon.

"mm, i guess i'd say red. i like when she wears that matching lipstick too."

jj looks up at the rear view mirror, catching the way avery nods before a presumable heat takes over her face. the dimple she'd gotten from him peeks through as she smiles to herself.

"what're you smilin' about?"

"nothing, daddy. i just think i'm gonna wear red for the dance tomorrow."

he arches a brow, but he doesn't push her on her answer. "whatever you want, babygirl."

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jj hears the click-clacking of high heels against the floors of the auto-shop, and he doesn't need to wheel out from underneath the station wagon he's working on to know it's you.

"hi, mommy!" avery greets cheerfully, getting off the spinning chair jj had secured for her from the break room. she runs over to you as quickly as her smaller feet can manage, and you meet her with an equally thrilled grin. you pick her up and squeeze her into a tight hug.

"hi, baby." you smooth down some of her frizz. "how was school?"

"it was good. chrissy shared her chocolate bar with me, and kyle gave me a flower at recess."

neither of you can see it, but jj makes a face under the car.

kyle? who the fuck was kyle?

"he's a good best friend to you, baby," you tell her. "did you thank him?"

"yes. and he's not my best friend anymore, mama. he's my boyfriend."

this time, you do see jj's reaction. or, rather, hear it anyway.

"what?!"

something that sounds like a bang rings through the air, followed by a shit (to which your daughter snickers, always one to find her father hilarious). then, he rolls out from beneath the vehicle, rubbing his forehead to ease the sharp pain. his eyes find your daughter's, though, and he's as stern as you've ever seen him.

"aves— you can't have a boyfriend!"

"daddy, i'm six. i'm not a baby," avery reminds him, sounding every bit like a teenager instead of her actual age. the sass never failed to make you smile.

just like her daddy.

"yes, you are still a baby! my baby!"

"j—" you interject.

"nah. nope. no way."

"why don't you go back over there and colour, angel?" she nods, and you set her down, watching as she runs back to her chair. she takes a sip of her apple juice, bringing her attention back to her artwork.

deciding she's not at all bothered by jj's theatrics, you walk over to him and help him stand. you look up into his cerulean eyes when he towers above you. "babe, relax. she's six."

"exactly! she's a baby! she can't have a boyfriend. s'just not happenin'."

you give him a knowing smile, your arms looping around the back of his neck. "you were my boyfriend when we were six," you remind him. "don't think you found anything wrong about that back then."

he frowns, but pulls you in closer by your hips anyway. no matter what, any time he's around you without touching you, it just seems like a waste.

"that's different. i was a nice boy."

you both realize avery's been listening quietly when she chimes in. "kyle's nice too, daddy. he kisses my cheek everyday at the end of school."

she says it like it's a fact. like kyle never misses out on what infuriatingly sounds like a tradition to jj.

jj thinks he's having a stroke.

"he's puttin' his lips on you, now?!" his forehead falls to your shoulder, and he slumps against you like the six-foot baby he is. "oh god, i think i'm gonna be sick." a beat passes, and then he distances himself from you. the sulk is still prominent on his face, and now, it's probably permanent. he pulls at his collar, shifting uncomfortably as he tries to fan himself off. "'m i sweating?"

avery hops down from her chair, strutting over to her father and tugging at the leg of his coveralls, silently requesting that he crouch down to her height. of course, jj immediately falls in line.

"don't be mad, daddy."

"wait, wait, wait— is kyle the reason you're wearin' red tomorrow?!"

"don't worry, daddy." she pats his cheek like he's the one who needs reassurance. to be fair, he clearly is. "kyle's nice. just like you."

and with that, she trots off back to her chair with a cheshire cat smile, clearly feeling accomplished.

"yeah. he better be," jj mutters bitterly, standing back up.

your hands reach out to grab a hold of your husband again, and it draws his attention back to you. your hands frame his face and you give him a smile. "you're gonna be a total nightmare when she grows up and gets a boyfriend or girlfriend for real."

"damn right, i will. like i said, she's my baby."

you raise a brow. "i thought i was your baby?"

his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and then his mouth forms into a smirk. "see now, she's my baby. but you're my baby." his hands migrate down to your ass and he gives you a squeeze. "you pickin' up what i'm puttin' down?"

"oh, i think i am."

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[aquaquadrant]

What I'd give to know what Jimmy said to Timmy during that conversation to reassure him

this is a very old ask and referring to part x of from eden, when jimmy and tango first met timmy. while tango was chewing bravo out, the bird boys were off in a huddle. this is that huddle.

~*~

“bravo! did you- oh.” timmy breaks off mid-sentence, every other thought flying clear out of his mind as he stares at his counterpart.

there’s no one else it could possibly be. timmy knows this instinctively, as instinctively as he first knew his own name was timmy despite the username ‘animositygaming’ glaring up at him from his communicator. as instinctively as he first knew that being called ‘jimmy’ by others as a joke felt wrong for reasons he couldn’t articulate- until now.

“oh,” he breathes, his voice small even to his own ears. “i see… you must be jimmy.”

“and you’re timmy,” his counterpart says softly, in a voice ten times stronger and richer than timmy’s despite the identical cadence, “aren’t you? gosh…”

(they’re finally meeting!)

(it’s about time.)

(a tale of two jimmys!)

the old voices in timmy’s head have been far more active lately than they were over the last several years. they’d visit from time to time, typically only whenever something interesting happened to him at spawn. of course, ‘interesting’ tended to mean ‘unfortunate for his personal wellbeing.’ the voices added insult to injury whenever a spawn camper or wandering ruffian decided to take out their anger on him, finding a nasty sort of satisfaction in his pain.

but he never paid much attention to the voices, because they’d only ever tell him things he already knew: he’s weak, he’s pathetic, and he deserves every awful thing that’s ever happened to him.

since reuniting with bravo, there’s been a surge of activity from the voices. they seem to take particular interest in bravo, all the things he says and does, reacting with amusement or excitement. every hard-won battle against the mercenaries hunting them, every new development with his redstone portal, every tense engagement with mr. instinct- it’s almost entertaining to them, timmy thinks.

and they love to tell timmy that bravo doesn’t really care about him, that timmy is just a novelty that bravo will grow tired of, that he’s not good enough to be worth all this effort.

“timmy!” bravo hisses, panic and guilt written across his face. “i told you to wait for me to come get you!”

as if timmy needed the voices to tell him that.

his counterpart, jimmy, is better in every imaginable way. he stands several inches taller than timmy- not due to an actual height difference, but because of his posture. he’s more confident, less closed-off; his back straight and his broad shoulders set back. and they are broad; his frame is filled and muscular, no hollows in his cheeks, no sharp angles to his bones. healthy tanned skin perfectly complements his golden hair and deep brown eyes, with no dark circles to speak of. there are however some fresh cuts and bruises that must’ve been bravo’s doing (he’s a good fighter, not like timmy) but jimmy’s only perceivable flaw is the scar across his crooked nose- which, in timmy’s opinion, just makes him look rugged.

his hair is short, timmy realizes. not as short as his own after bravo took a pair of shears to it, but much shorter than the unkempt state timmy previously let his fall into. and with that, it all falls into place.

“sorry,” timmy murmurs, “i was just… gosh, i- everythin’ makes sense now…” he turns to bravo, apologetic and understanding. “i… get why i wasn’t good enough.”

he’d wondered why bravo even bothered bringing him from spawn, why he’d put up with his uselessness all this time just to be disappointed- beyond the usual kind, that is. there was some sort of hidden expectation that timmy just couldn’t meet, and now he knows why.

(and the truth comes out!)

(see, we tried to warn you…)

(how does it feel, knowing you were just a second-rate replacement?)

bravo cringes. “no, no i- i didn’t mean-”

“ey, c’mere mate,” jimmy interrupts, crossing the distance to timmy in just a couple strides. “it’s alright. ignore him a second, hey?”

jimmy fans a wing out to block them from the others, a curtain of sorts, and timmy can’t help but admire it. the feathers are all full and smooth at the edges, rippling with a golden sheen that catches every stray bit of torchlight. they look like they’d be soft to the touch. unconsciously, timmy tucks his own raggedy wings even closer to his body.

“you alright?” jimmy asks, quieter now. “i- i gotta say, this is a bit of a surprise, isn’t it?”

that might be an attempt at shared humor. timmy chances a look up at him, shoulders hitched by his ears. “so, we’re… counterparts?” he ventures hesitantly. that’s one of the words bravo’s used to describe tango- that and doppelgänger, clone, and some others he’d rather not think about.

“seems that way.” jimmy exhales slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i- i’m so sorry you’ve been trapped in this horrible place, i only just found out about counterparts but i swear, i was gonna come for you. it’s just- there was a lot goin’ on, and we had to work out the portal thing…” he winces. “i’m sorry, that- that sounds lame.”

“it’s alright,” timmy whispers, tilting his head. strange, that jimmy seems to have placed that responsibility on himself. “not… your fault.”

“what happened to you?” jimmy asks, voice filled with sorrow and eyes shining with empathy. “i mean, how- how’d you get like this?”

(emaciated and disgusting, you mean?)

(even more pathetic than you!)

timmy wrings his hands, suddenly feeling a rush of shame at his haggard appearance. “hels is… too dangerous, for people like me. i learned spawn is safer, even if… there isn’t any food.” he glances over his shoulder and past jimmy’s wing, where bravo and tango are speaking in hushed voices on the other side of the cave. “that’s where bravo found me.”

here jimmy pauses. his eyes dart about in a very particular way; scanning timmy intently while simultaneously trying to not look like it. “does he treat you alright?” he asks, his voice low and careful.

“he… treats me as good as he’s able,” timmy answers with a sad smile, stretching out a wing to glance at the shorn flight feathers he knows jimmy’s already noticed. “he was tryin’ to help, honest.”

(busted!)

something dark flashes in jimmy’s eyes, making timmy’s heart jolt- to think someone could get so upset on his behalf! “oh, don’t you worry, we’ll get that all sorted,” jimmy says firmly, before quickly softening again. “but for now, can i just say… i’m so glad i got to meet you.”

timmy blinks. “… what?”

jimmy spreads his hands, shoulders bowing forward as his wings draw in. “i dunno how this whole thing works, if you’re actually a part of me or not- or i a part of you, y’know, it- it goes both ways. but i just think…” he smiles then, and it’s kind and warm and a little bit blinding, just like the fabled sun, and says, “gosh, how special it is… to meet someone like me.”

(well, that’s certainly… a take.)

(aw, they’re kind of sweet… in a pathetic way.)

(birds of a feather, these two.)

despite himself, timmy feels his own smile- a real, genuine smile- spread across his face. “yeah, same here.”

jimmy brightens at that, reaching out to put a hand on timmy’s shoulder. the movement is careful and gentle, so unlike what timmy’s used to, and he thinks he’d be content to stay like this forever even if the mere weight of jimmy’s hand is starting to drag him off balance.

“we’ll look after ya, mate,” jimmy says, “i promise. now, let’s set a few things straight with bravo, shall we?”

“alright,” timmy replies softly.

(wow, never thought there could be a player worse than jimmy at practically everything.)

(it’s a low bar, but you’ll still never be able to reach it, overworld or no.)

(you’re not worth it.)

jimmy’s hand tightens on timmy’s shoulder, almost as if he can hear the voices, too. but timmy pays them no mind.

it’s nothing he doesn’t already know.

~*~

[saigethearies]

osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.

___

“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”

you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”

you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.

it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.

in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.

only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.

“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”

“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”

“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”

you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”

____

“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”

hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.

having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.

“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”

sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.

“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.

“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“

“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.

“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.

atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?

his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.

okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!

“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”

atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.

“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.

“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.

“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“

movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.

“…why the hell is there a baby here?”

“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”

“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.

slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.

“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”

before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.

“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”

the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.

everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.

he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“

“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.

iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.

there was no way…

“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“

the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.

oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-

“since when did you have a kid?”

“tooru, this isn’t-“

“how could you keep this from me?”

“will you please just-“

“a whole child? when?”

“shittykawa just shut up-“

“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”

“-and listen to me for a second!”

oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.

the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”

“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”

“then who’s is she-“

“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”

“lesser setter?”

“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.

placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.

“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”

standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.

sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.

a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.

“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”

“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”

“or an owl!”

“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.

“but ki-“

“no.”

he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.

hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.

from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

okay, maybe babies were a little cute.

[artoodeetootired]

dress

📖 she’s been his best friend since they were pre-teens; he was a rebellious, unrelenting, and aspiring racer, while she was a witty, energetic, and hopeful journalist. but after all these years, she can’t help but question whether they could be more- despite the challenges that come with her feelings.

💭 op!81 x fem!journalist, best friends to lovers (smau)

🎧 dress - taylor swift

🃏masterlist🃏

🥀 “say my name n everythin just stops. i don’t want u like a best friend. only bought this dress so u could take it off…” 🥀

ty for the love on my first smau ! here’s the next per the last poll’s fav choice :) warning: lots & lots of typos/underlying delulu cringe

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landonorris: solidarity queen ✊🏼

-> ynuser ✊🏼

oscarpiastri: u are actually insane

-> wow this is so nice of you.

-> such a great best friend .

-> an even better journalist.

-> ynuser anything to humble u while i am in this industry 🫶🏻

user: you are UNHINGED

logansargeant: careful yn, your favouritism is showing

-> ynuser: it's part of my contract. im the comedic relief of f1 journalism

-> logansargeant: but doesn't will buxton naturally do that

-> ynuser: now THIS convo could get me fired. shoo logan.

-> logansargeant LOLL

mclaren: just 'cause we love you, we'll let this slide

-> ynuser: 🫶🏻😸

fbsfuser: send my fuck you's to them both :D

-> ynuser: already on it 🫡

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oscarpiastri

Tagged: landonorris, mclaren, ynuser

oscarpiastri great start to the season @mclaren 💪🏼

the same can't be said about a particular someone tho... betting someone should get fired.

📸: @ynuser

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landonorris i dont support bullying, but exceptions can be made if it's towards you

ynuser if karma doesn't get u first then either stroll or i will

-> user oh my GOD 💀

-> user shots fired LMAOOOO

-> oscarpiastri i'd rather karma than u and...

mclaren and we thought lando was our only pr liability

-> landonorris wait WHAT

-> oscarpiastri that's a bit too insulting towards me

-> ynuser this doesnt include me.... right?

fbsfuser boy if you don't take this down...

logansargeant oscar is this meant to be retribution for her story earlier?

-> oscarpiastri so what?

-> landonorris that's kinda overdramatic compared to what she posted wow

ynuser i would also like to say that this stanky man tried to go out for dinner right after his race 🤢

-> georgerussell scandalous 😨

-> carlossainz55 not very smooth of you oscar

-> alexalbon not smooth.

-> danielricciardo not smooth.

-> charlesleclerc not smooth.

-> maxverstappen1 not smooth.

-> fbsfuser i think, and hear me out, maybe you're in the wrong here oscar

-> ynuser and this is why we were both wearing masks on track

-> oscarpiastri too far. you've gone TOO far.

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yukitsunoday0511: i will get you back one day.

-> ynuser: ngaww 😹

oscarpiastri: u are tho

-> ynuser: ik

->oscarpiastri: wait. are you?

danielricciardo: mind giving me an extra mic so i can do this when youre not with us?

-> ynuser check ur driver's room ;)

landonorris: how did he know 😨

-> ynuser: we been knew lan

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ynuser: there's no way you pulled out a photo from when we were 13.

-> oscarpiastri: full on war. what are you gonna do about it?

-> ynuser: watch me

landonorris: u have to give this pic to me.

-> oscarpiastri: LMAO ty for joining my side

-> landonorris: no no, don't be mistaken. im against both of you.

-> oscarpiastri: mate what?

carlossainz55: u guys should just kiss already

-> oscarpiastri: carlos NO

mclaren: you're really trying to blackmail a journalist who has resources at her disposal? 😮

-> oscarpiastri: ...yes...

ynuser posted a story 3s

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alexalbon: congrats on winning soldier

-> ynuser ✊🏼

oscarpiastri: HOW DO U HAVE THESE PHOTOS ALREADY

-> ynuser: i like how u still underestimate my job then suffer because of it :)

pierregasly: these go hard 🔥

landonorris: well at least it's not as embarrassing for me. but a HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN NICE

-> ynuser: bro dont even try ik you've been saving bad pics of me from oscar -.-

mclaren: we hope u enjoyed the pics!

-> ynuser: i owe u guys one fr 🙏🏼

Round 3 (22/03-24/03): Australia

ynuser

Tagged: f1

ynuser round 3 in australia!!!! 🇦🇺🦘❤️ amazing to be back on home base, and even better to see danny ric and pastry fight it out for the podium! (actual, professional, and correct news coming from me on @f1 tv 🫡)

ossie ossie ossie! oi oi oi! get it? 'cause ossie is like aussie and... okay. i'll stop.

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mclaren ty for providing us with baby pastry pics 🫡

-> ynuser pleasure doing business with u 🫡🫡

-> oscarpiastri excuse ME

oscarpiastri haha. so funny. at least u have stand up comedy since journalism may not work out :)

-> ynuser so you admit im funny 😸

-> oscarpiastri don't flatter urself.

-> landonorris nah mate, that sounded like defeat

f1 this commentary is fine 👍🏻

-> user LMAOOOO

user danny ric placing in his home base is such a dream come true 😭

-> user yeah im glad it isnt just a dream anymore

user cutiessssss

-> user them driving around the circuit in a golf cart must've been chaotic

-> logansargeant u have no idea...

user she's hilarious ilysm

-> fbsfuser back off fam she's mine ✋🏼

-> user i need to know how she got this job cause it is THE dream fr

-> fbsfuser yeah it really is a wonder given how many lectures she slept thru...

-> ynuser OI

danielricciardo 🫶🏻

-> user CONGRATS HONEY BADGER!!!

user can oscar fight???

-> user girl what are u talking about they aint tgt

-> user they aren't???

-> user no bruh theyre just besties

user watch me at the next race rizzin her up

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landonorris: yn

-> yn

-> yn

-> yn

ynuser: bruh WHAT

landonorris: it's important

ynuser: lando i don't have time to answer whether a new pair of pants make u look flat

-> go ask osc

landonorris: ok first of all: a good pair makes a huge difference.

-> and second, it's about osc

ynuser: did smth happen to him?????

landonorris: no, sorry

-> shouldn't have led with that

-> i sent u a post on twitter

-> but just, read carefully k?

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ynuser: oh

landonorris: u see it?

ynuser: yeah

landonorris: are u okay?

ynuser: yeah im just surprised

landonorris: so you didn't know about it either?

ynuser: obviously not

landnorris: im sorry yn :(

ynuser: why? it's not like he owes me anything lol

-> im happy he started dating again in fact

-> was getting worried lol

landonorris: u sure u good?

-> doesn't really sound like u are

ynuser: im fine

-> plus i need to stay professional. i still have a job and there are crazy fans and all

-> thanks anyways lan

landonorris: alright, im here to talk if u need

-> so is the rest of the grid tbh

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ynuser

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ynuser a little break back home with the parents doesn't hurt 🌊

@f1's the best for letting me regenerate lost brain cells <3

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f1 we got ur back queen ✊🏼

-> user in the middle of all the drama, this could mean so many things...

-> user well im gonna take it as them sayin that theyre on the right ship :)

user ngl guys the distance rn is probably 'cause yn and osc so close, especially with osc dating brianna, like she probably did it out of respect for them. no one wants to be 'the girl he told me not to worry about' yk.

-> user allegedly dating*

-> user allegedly dating*

user omg the parallelism to brianna with the surfboards 😭

-> user we've truly reached peak delulu i love it

landonorris enjoy ur break from a grid of shitheads 💪🏼

-> carlossainz55 speak for urself

wbuxtonofficial how am i going to handle them without you 0.0

-> ynuser well, not to state the obvious, but drivers are just... humans.

-> georgerussell hilarious

racerbia gorgeous girl 🧡

fbsfuser take me with u 😔

Round 4 (05/04-07/04): Japan

mclaren

Tagged: oscarpiastri, landonorris, vindiesel, and mrodofficial

mclaren A little surprise for our papaya boys as they come back from their Friday practices! 🤫 Here's to hoping we go fast and furious in the land of sakura 🌸

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user the lack of yn's interactions with the whole grid is actually making me glitch throughout this weekend. and it's only friday 💀💀

user omggggg van diesel and michelle rod!!!!!!

user they really be spoiling osc lolll

user it's so weird to see an interview without yn

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mclaren H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y @oscarpiastri!

Our baby driver is 23 today, here in Japan! Drive well, birthday boy! 😎🌸

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user happy birthday ossie!!!

landonorris: our baby is growing up so fast

-> f1 we must shrink him.

user wow she must be pissed if she took her first annual leave during this totally coincidental time

-> user fr sis is fooling no one.

-> user this feels like such a bad omen omg 😭

-> user guys maybe our bestie yn just really needed a break... haha...

briannawood_ happy birthday osc ❤️

-> user oh my god

-> user she actually exists

-> user girl what are you doing here

-> user ayo???

alexalbon happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!

lilyhme HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSC

fbsfuer hbd

-> user oh-

ynuser

Tagged: oscarpiastri

ynuser to the one who vexes me, encourages me, n supports me sm, happy 23rd birthday. i've known you since your rebellious days, trying to prove to the rest of the world how your dream was worth fulfilling, and i'm grateful to have been with you to this very stage of your life. from re-watching cars and fast n furious for over a decade, to re-watching ur races and my interviews, know that i'll always be there, on or off track, no matter what. to the bane of my existence, from ur twin devil x

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user oh im gonna be sick is she the one who told f1 to invite vin diesel and michelle rod 😭💔

-> user u are spitting facts but in this case facts should not be facting because this is actually making me hyperventilate by all the drama rn

user no im sorry but why does this sound more like a goodbye than a hbd note

user yn trying to prove that she's actually a great write when she wants to be

-> user and SHE IS 😭😭😭

user the way she doesn't sound like herself AT ALL wtf is going on

user this sounds like a very strange way of resigning 💀

-> user YOU TAKE BACK WHAT U SAID RN

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Round 5 (19/04-21/04): China

ynuser

Tagged: f1

ynuser im back 😈 lovely weather here in china as we start round 5's quali day!! let's get back to it 💪🏼

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f1 she's back!

user oh my god i thought we were never gonna see her ever again

lewishamilton missed our fav presenter

-> georgerussell frfr!!

-> mclaren actually ☝🏼 she was and will always be OUR fav

fsfbuser welcome back gorgeous <3

user well... the good news is that she sounds normal again

-> user nah bruh im right here in the paddock and she looks nervous/twitchy af

user the besties obvie haven't made up yet 😪

-> user or maybe they never will...

oscarpiastri come on back over to our pit, you left before i finished changing ?

-> user oH WTF

-> user this shit is actually going to be the death of me

-> landonorris i thought we agreed that i'd call her? 🤨

-> charlesleclerc hush for a little while she's over at ours rn

-> user this is too funny

-> user is this a pr trick or some shit 'cause IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

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oscarpiastri you are never escaping me ever again.

(forgive my impulsive actions tonight everyone, i swear im only ever like this around her)

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francisca.cgomes SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. FINALLY.

-> lilymhe I KNOW RIGHT

-> pierregasly oscar can be so oblivious sometimes...

-> fbsfuser boy he was blind, deaf, and dumb for as long as i've known them. like pick a struggle??

-> landonorris i second this

logansargeant kinda giving serial killer vibes but u two are cute enough to forgive that

-> ynuser 🤪

-> maxverstappen1 i can finally go back to the garage in peace without u following me to talk my ear off

-> oscarpiastri u knew this whole time??

user i am going insane.

-> user maybe i hit the blunt too good this time...

-> user @landonorris and @fbsfuser u guys are the gods of all wingmen.

user oh thank god he wasn't actually dating brianna

-> user our queen and king can come back stronger and better now 😩

user your honour, nvm, my parents just got back tgt :D

ynuser 10 years, both of us having a nasty high school relationship each, and a rumour bomb that exploded from underneath me... i think i have every right to try and escape again.

-> oscarpiastri this was not funny when u first said it, and it will never be.

-> logansargeant ok but it kind of is

user my fav writer inspo is now my fav driver's wag MY HEART

landonorris thank god i dont need to listen to the both of you whining anymore

-> ynuser who said we're stopping 🤨

-> oscarpiastri you can't escape me either lando.

-> landonorris this is foul @mclaren i suggest you give me a raise for keeping ur other driver in check

-> f1 haha no.

mclaren thank god we don't have to whisper every time we see something suspicious now

-> redbullracing im ngl, same.

-> astonmartinf1 we once had to watch while they bantered with each other for 10 minutes 🧍🏻‍♀️

-> scuderiaferrari not that it's a competition, but they were always close to pecking each other whenever they were here

-> alexalbon wait why were they even in any of these garages??

-> mclaren ask oscar why he keeps following her...

user that interview was INSANE

-> user i don't think i've ever seen such a surreal confession oml

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a/n: lowkey cringey hehe. this was supposed to involve a wedding (for a mclaren engineer not oscyn loll) where they'd all be dressed up (you know... DRESS) but i reached the pics limit 💀 honestly i would've written this out as a one shot or smth but once i start i will never stop... and i have my ibdp math final 😭

[polo-drone-070]

Gold Football Drone Training

Aight, bruv, I know I ain't the smartest lad out here, but I ain't thick neither. Been trainin’ wit' the Gold Army for a time now—sprintin’, liftin’, pushin’ me body to be the best jock I can be. Got the muscle, got the stamina, got the fuckin’ drive. But when it comes to footy? Bruv, I ain't got a fuckin’ clue.

Like, I can kick a ball, yeh? Run fast, push lads off, do me part. But all them plays, all them positions, all that tactical shite? Fook me, makes me head spin. Tried payin’ attention in team meetings, tried watchin’ the vids, but it’s like it go in one ear an’ straight out the other. An’ it proper bums me out, init? Coz I wanna play, I wanna contribute, I wanna be out there crushin’ it for Gold.

An’ bruv, this ain’t just any match—we got the fukin’ Superbowl this weekend, goin’ up against the Emerald Titans. Biggest game of the year, all the Gold bros countin’ on each other, stadium packed, fans goin’ mental. I can’t be sittin’ on the sidelines like some useless twat—I need to be on that field, helpin’ the team smash them green bastards into the dirt.

"Oi, Maximus, mate, why ya lookin’ like someone nicked yer protein powder?" comes a voice from behind me. I turn ‘round to see Chevy grinnin’, arms crossed, lad lookin’ smug as ever.

"Bruv, it’s just…" I scratch me head, feelin’ proper dumb sayin’ it out loud. "I wanna play, init? Be on the team, do me part. But all them plays? Ain't got a fukin’ clue how it works. Feel like a right muppet."

Chevy chuckles, shakin’ his head. "Ain't gotta know all that shite, mate. Got somethin’ bein’ tested for that exact problem."

I blink. "Eh?"

"New Gold tech, bruv. Some right fancy shit. Football Drone mode." He grins wide. "Slap on the gear, let the helmet do the work. No need to think, no need to worry. Just feel the orders, react, and push yer body to the limit. Pure instinct, pure obedience. You’d be perfect for it."

Me heart speeds up. Ain't never been one to back down from somethin’ new, ‘specially if it means I can be useful. "That actually a thing? Like, I just follow orders wivout thinkin’?"

"Exactly," Chevy nods. "Full drone assist. Instant reactions. No overthinkin’. Just playin’ like a machine."

"Bruv…" I feel me grin stretch across me face. "That sounds proper fukin’ sick. Where do I sign up?"

"Right this way, Maxy boy," he says, pattin’ me shoulder. "We’ll get ya suited up."

The gear is fookin’ insane, bruv.

Gold-trimmed armor, padded but snug, makin’ me feel solid, like a proper unbreakable wall. The gloves feel weightless but strong, the cleats dig into the ground like I was born standin’ in ‘em. But the real centerpiece? The helmet.

Smooth black visor, gleamin’ gold plating, connected straight to the Gold command network. As I hold it in me hands, I feel a weird little shiver down me spine. Anticipation, excitement—somethin’ deep inside me wants this.

"You ready, bruv?" Chevy smirks, holdin’ the chin strap.

"Fook yeah," I breathe. "Strap me in."

He pulls the helmet over me head, lockin’ it in place—

And me mind fookin’ vanishes.

It’s instant, bruv.

The visor flares to life, golden spirals spinnin’, suckin’ me in, pullin’ me under. Me whole brain just... fookin’ melts. The second it seals shut, a deep hum floods me ears, drownin’ out everythin’ else.

A voice—cold, sharp, absolute—cuts through the noise.

"Unit 070 activated. Processing…"

Me whole body locks up. Muscles tighten, chest expands, breath slows.

Words spill through the headset, commands, but they ain't words anymore. They ain't thoughts. They ain't even ideas.

They just... happen.

"Sprint."

Me legs explode forward. I’m movin’ before I even register the order. No hesitation, no decision—just raw, perfect reaction.

"Cut left. Pivot. Charge.

Me body obeys—perfect, automatic, no delay. Me boots dig into the turf, pivotin' sharp, shiftin’ weight exactly as needed. Like me legs ain't even mine, bruv. Just pure Gold execution.

Me heart's poundin', but me head? Empty.

Not a single thought. Just spirals. Just commands. Just perfect motion.

An’ the pleasure? Fuk me, bruv.

Every move, every sprint, every hit—it fukin’ rewards me. Every time I obey, the spirals pulse, sendin’ a rush of pure golden bliss through me skull. A right proper endorphin overload, makin’ me feel like the strongest, fastest, most unstoppable fukin’ machine on the pitch.

No thinkin’. No doubts. No mistakes.

Just react. Just perform. Just obey.

Time don’t exist no more. Me body moves on auto, me muscles burn, but I ain't even aware of it. I ain't aware of nothin’. Just run, tackle, push, execute—

Until suddenly, the visor dims.

The spirals fade. The hum fades. Me thoughts... come back.

I blink.

Chevy's voice crackles through the headset.

"Oi, bruv. How ya feelin’?"

I gasp. Stagger. Holy fuk—me body aches. Me legs feel like fukin’ lead, me arms like they been holdin’ up bricks. Every inch of me is screamin’.

"Wha… what…" I pant, shakin’ me head, tryin’ to focus. "Fuk… how long…?"

Chevy laughs. "Five hours, bruv."

Me stomach drops.

Five fukin’ hours?

But I only just put the thing on—

I glance down at meself. Sweat drippin’. Muscles shakin’. Me chest heavin’.

"Shit," I breathe, grinnin’ through the exhaustion. "That was fukin’ mental."

"Yeh?" Chevy chuckles. "Think ya can keep up with the team now?"

I let out a breathless laugh, rollin’ me shoulders. Pain. Burn. Satisfaction.

"Oh, bruv," I smirk. "This is gonna make me a fukin’ beast, init?"

Chevy claps me on the back. "That’s the spirit, drone boy. Get used to it. This is only trainin’."

I stare down at the helmet in me hands.

Five hours felt like a second. Me body moved flawlessly. Me mind drowned in bliss.

Fuk me, bruv.

I can’t wait to do it again.

_____ (Thanks to @chevy-gold for he help in selecting pics)

Join da Gold Team before da superbowl. Contact recruiters @goldenherc9, @brodygold or @polo-drone-001.

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seventeen fic recs pt. 1

main masterlist - pt. 2

· ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

these are my personal favs, so pls reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

dating svt (hyung line) - ( @wqnwoos ) LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - ( @wqnwoos ) mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

you take your promise ring off during a fight - ( @wuahae ) performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

kitten ears - ( @hansols-yoda-boxers ) pwp, smut, ot13 x hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a 2019 smut fest

kiss attack - ( @blue-jisungs ) fluff, the wonwoo one was my fav

caught in a trap - ( @cheolism ) smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - ( @chanswifey ) bf!cheol, he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - ( @sluttyminghao ) bf!wonwoo, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

the peephole - ( @rubyreduji ) smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" HELLOOO?????

couple things - ( @wqnwoos ) bf!wonu, slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?” 

lingering looks - ( @smileycarat ) fluff, idol!wonu x idol!reader, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage - ( @yikesmary ) married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung LMAOO the hoshi slander never stops

workplace crush - ( @icyminghao ) work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

lucky! - ( @97-liners ) bf!wonu, fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, IT´S SO CUTEEE

bruised - ( @hannieehaee ) angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - ( @cheolhub ) smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

birthday boy - ( @odxrilove )fluff, f2l, mingyu au. the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

beach boobs babes - ( @rubyreduji ) smut, mingyu beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - ( @beefboyandbabygirl ) fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - ( @wheeboo ) fluff, hubby!gyu, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

hybe romance - ( @hannieehaee ) idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

thirsty - ( @cheolism ) smut, those pics of mingYU NAUURRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWR lemme stop bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men, the smut and the stamina are both crazy

mingyu´s cause of death - ( @welcometomyoasis ) FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

cuffing season - ( @number1mingyustan ) smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

wet sound - ( @nsfwhao ) mingyu smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut tf up so she can listen to her own wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

[octuscle]

Fox hunting

“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit! You huntin', boy? I figured you were just some sad sack, tree-huggin' greenie! Hot diggity! Let’s go huntin' this weekend, it’ll be a hoot!"

Archibald rolled his eyes a little inwardly. His time as an exchange student here in Woods Edge in the suburbs of Baton Rouge was a horror. Just uneducated hillbillies. Fervent MAGA devotees, the boys on the porches of their dilapidated houses every night with chewing tobacco and cheap booze. If they weren't living in a rusty trailer in a trailer park.

“It would be my utmost pleasure; I eagerly anticipate the occasion! Regrettably, my hunting attire remains absent. Nevertheless, I shall ensure it is dispatched forthwith via express courier.”

Boyce spit out his chewing tobacco and laughed. “Well, I'll be! I ain't ever gonna get the hang of your talk, but I'm hopin' to someday!"

Archibald sent a message to his parents' butler to send the fox hunting outfit with riding crop and boots. By express. If Smithers hurried, he could have the clothes the day after tomorrow. That would be plenty of time.

Boyce and his mates burst out laughing as Archibald stepped out onto the porch, resplendent and immaculate in his red and white outfit with his boots polished to a high shine. Clem was really pissing his pants with laughter. “Hey y'all, ya ain't headin' out with us lookin' like that, bless your heart.,” Boyce said, still laughing. “C'mon now, y'all can take a heap of my things.” Archibald was disgusted at the idea of wearing any of Boyce's clothes. Boyce was actually pulling things out of the dirty clothes lying in the corner of his room. “Y'all gonna get all muddy huntin' anyhow, ain't no use fussin' 'bout it.” Boyce said when he saw the disgusted look on Archibald's face. “Y'all, if'n ya wanna go huntin', ain't no way you can look like some fancy circus boss! Now, strip down, will ya?” Archibald asked Boyce to leave him alone. Boyce took some chewing tobacco and said that Archibald wouldn't be the first person he'd seen naked. “Naked” asked Archibald? Boyce threw Archibald a jockstrap. Archibald didn't react fast enough and the jockstrap landed on his head. The jockstrap, stained yellow with piss and encrusted with cum, hung in his face. For a second he thought he was going to puke. But then he just had to inhale the smell. That delicious smell. He got a hard-on.

“Naw, Mama, I gotta skedaddle back to the fellas now,” Arch said on the phone. “The boys're draggin’ out a deer right now, and I gotta lend a hand.” His mother asked if everything was all right. “Everythin’s just peachy, bless your heart. I'm havin' a hoot over here. And good gracious, y’all sure talk funny!” Arch snorted out his chewing tobacco. Now it was time to barbecue. And in the morning he and the boys would go hunting again.

More genuine Southern jocks comin' @fanofshoes44

[lowrisemiller]

she keeps me up 𐚁₊⊹

no outbreak!joel x fem!reader

chapter 2- job benefits | masterlist |

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summary- Reader applies for a babysitting job, only to discover the father is Joel—the guy she recently had a fling with. Despite the surprise, they agree on the arrangement while acknowledging their mutual attraction. Later, she officially meets Joel’s daughter, Sarah, as she prepares for her first day on the job.

word count- 2.8k

a/n- hey!! so happy with how this is goin so far, I've planned out how the whole story is goin go and I released a masterlist along with a playlist and a little Pinterest board :) alsoooo I will be adding this to my ao3 account soon when I figure it out lol my tag on ao3 is millervika555 -sweetgirl out <333

p.s. you can imagine any joel miller but i’m writing sarah from the hbo series:)

warnings- SMUT YALL some finger action, grinding, and smooches. cursing and I think that's it. small mentions of divorce

“I am in need of a babysitter for my 10 year old daughter. I am a divorced parent who got promoted at work and will not be able to be there for my little girl as much as I used to. Looking for a young adult with a basic schedule.” 

Seems simple enough.

I pulled up to the house. It was cute. In a suburban little neighborhood not too far from Round Up actually. This made me ache a bit but I had to get it together.

I put on my best customer service smile and knocked on the door.

When it opened I gasped and nearly fell to my knees.

It was fucking Joel.

I could feel my face heat up as I stood there and stared. He was standing there in all his beautiful broad glory staring at me with wide eyes.

“Sweetheart?” Joel asks in the softest tone ever. I almost forgave him for not texting me all this week. Almost. But there were bigger things to worry about now.

“Joel... are you the parent in need of a babysitter?” I finally spoke even though it came out a little shaky. 

He nodded and opened his door further motioning for me to come in. 

I walked in after him. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him as I passed him. It took my breath away. 

Gosh get it together. You barely know the guy. But boy is he dreamy.

I finally took the chance to look around his home. Cozy and big. Framed photos are found on every surface, his little girl was cute. They share the same smile and the same eyes.

“So... is she here? Your daughter?” I decided to break the silence.

“Nah she’s at her mother’s.” He said while leaning on the counter now. His white t-shirt stretched across him so good. 

I give a tight lipped smile and nod. 

“Do you wanna drink darlin’?” I looked up at his face.

I nod my head up and down. He hands me a glass of water.

“Thanks, so are you actually gonna interview me or is it gonna be weird between us?” I needed to know. I couldn’t do this dancing around each other shit. If I don’t get the job, oh well now I can have a nice fling on the side with a dilf. 

But if I do get the job does that mean we pretend that we didn’t make out against the wall at Round Up? Or we sneak around hoping his sweet baby girl doesn’t see?

He leans back against his counter and sighs. Hot.

“Darlin’ I like ya I really do. And sorry for not textin’ ya I meant to but the whole thing at work had me busy.” That made me smile over the rim of the glass.

“If you’re willing to still watch Sarah, my daughter, I’ll pay ya and everythin’ obviously but… I would like to keep seein’ ya outside of this…arrangement. If that’s alright with ya. I can always find someone else to—” 

I slammed the glass against the counter. I really need the extra cash.

“No! I mean uh no, apart from… us I do really need the extra cash and I used to babysit all throughout high school. I genuinely enjoy doin, kids tend to gravitate towards me and if it seals the deal I’m in college to become a teacher.” I smile triumphantly.

His eyes widened but he calmed then he smiled.

“And… I also would like to keep seein ya. I heard our song playin on the radio twice this week. I was restless and needed to see ya again. Almost considered goin back to Round Up to track ya down.” I chuckled 

His smile widened.

“Wow sweetheart, that’s amazin’ so what’s your schedule usually look like so we can figure this out.”

He stood next to me now. He feels so warm and I’m not even touching him. He smells earthy and faintly like wood. Probably from his contractor job. 

Morning classes Mon-Wed

Work in the afternoon until 3 ⤷ watch Sarah until 8 or 9

Tues-Thurs work until 6 

Every other Friday work ⤷ watch Sarah 10am-9pm

It worked perfectly. Since Joel got promoted as manager he can leave earlier on some days but two days out of the week he has to stay later and work/fill out paperwork. A new addition to his job. 

With my classes and job at the cafe we made it work.

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya sweetheart.” He said leaning in really close to me, his hand stroking my forearm. Talking business almost made me forget the lingering tension— almost.

“So uh Wednesday at 3:30?” I wanted to diffuse the tension but it was palpable. I look at him and he’s already looking at me. 

“Mhm sounds good, you in a hurry to leave darlin’?” I nodded my head side to side slowly. Truly not wanting to leave. He smirked. Smug little grin. 

God what am I getting myself into?

“Do you like beer?” He moved to his refrigerator. “Yeah I can drink a beer.” It was at 2 o’clock but surely it’s 5 o'clock somewhere. 

And with that we walked to his patio.

Two hours later…

The night had settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that only came when two people were aware of every small movement, every shift in the air. The beers had flowed, and the conversation had veered from business to casual banter, but that electric undercurrent between us had never faded. It was like a magnet, pulling us closer without either of us fully acknowledging it.

I sat back in the chair, trying to keep my mind from wandering into dangerous territory. The soft clink of his beer bottle being set down broke the silence, and when I turned, I found him watching me—no, studying me. His gaze was intense, his eyes dark in the dim light.

I shifted uncomfortably, but the tension felt…different now. It was no longer just playful; it was heavier.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, darlin’,” he said, his voice low, teasing, but with a hint of something more. “Not like you.”

I let out a short laugh, though it sounded more nervous than I intended. “I’m just enjoying the company.”

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up into that smug grin again. “You sure about that? Or are you just trying to ignore the fact that I’m damn good at making you squirm?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just shook my head, trying to hide my smile. The man knew how to read me like a book.

“So, uh,” I said, trying to change the subject, “Wednesday at 3:30, right?” I wanted to stick to business—maybe if I kept it professional, I could fight the growing urge to lean in closer.

“Mhm,” he replied, but his eyes never left mine. “Thought you weren’t in a rush to leave, sweetheart?”

I hesitated, biting my lip. The thought of leaving, of ending this strange and intoxicating night, felt wrong. The music playing softly from his house mixed with the humid air, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave. I shook my head slowly, a half-truth that I was only half aware of.

“You don’t mind staying a little longer, do you?” he asked, his tone a mix of casual curiosity and something more daring.

I looked at him, my breath hitching at the way he leaned in just a little bit closer, his body language so damn sure of itself. It made my chest tighten, and my mind buzzed with the possibilities of what could come next.

“No, I’m not in a hurry,” I admitted, voice soft, but loud enough for him to hear.

His smirk deepened, and there was that look again—that knowing glint in his eyes. He moved closer, until there was only a sliver of space between us. The air around us seemed to grow heavier, like the moment was pulling us toward something we both knew was inevitable.

“You sure about that?” he murmured, his breath brushing against my cheek.

Before I could respond, his hand was on my knee, steady and warm, sending a shock of heat straight through me. I froze, my pulse quickening. The touch was subtle, but it felt like a challenge, a question that needed an answer.

I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a shaky breath. His hand slid higher, just enough to make me shiver, and that was all it took. My hand found its way to his chest, my fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my touch.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for you to make the first move,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against mine, hard and demanding, pulling me toward him until there was no space left between us. My heart raced as I kissed him back with equal force, my hands sliding up to his shoulders, tugging him closer, the heat of the kiss overwhelming.

He groaned, low and deep, his grip tightening on my knee as he deepened the kiss. It was a slow burn that ignited something inside me, something I hadn’t expected to feel tonight. I pulled away just long enough to catch my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so instead, I just shook my head, unable to tear my gaze away from him. There was no going back now. And honestly? I didn’t want to.

His gaze flicked down to my lips before locking back on my eyes, the air between us thick with unspoken words. He leaned in again, slow this time, as though he was savoring every second, every inch getting closer. I held my breath, unsure of what to do, but he was pulling me in, making the choice for me.

When his lips brushed against mine this time, it was softer—gentle, almost teasing, but it didn’t take long for the teasing to melt away. His hand slid from my knee to my thigh, his touch sending another shock of heat through me. I shuddered slightly at the way his fingers pressed into my skin, as if marking his place, claiming me with every movement.

I couldn’t help it. I needed more. My hands found their way to his chest again, pushing the fabric of his shirt aside, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. He groaned at the pressure, his hands sliding to my waist, tugging me closer. Our bodies fit together with an ease I hadn’t expected, like we were two pieces of the same puzzle.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and my heart pounded so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst. Every thought in my head had faded, leaving only the sensation of him—his lips, his hands, his breath hot against my skin.

I pulled away for a second, breathless, and his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I leaned into him, unable to stop myself.

"God, you feel..." His voice was low, rough, and it sent a thrill through me. "I can’t get enough of you."

My pulse quickened, and before I could stop myself, I pulled his face back to mine, kissing him again, harder, as if the kiss itself would silence every doubt, every lingering hesitation. His hands roamed lower, slipping under the hem of my shirt, his touch sending sparks across my skin.

I let out a soft breath, my body leaning into him with no room for hesitation now. I wasn’t thinking anymore. It was just instinct, pure and raw. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath ragged.

"You sure you’re okay with this?" he asked, his voice a little strained but still full of that same smoldering intensity.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I nodded. "Yeah."

He kissed me again, this time with an intensity that left me reeling. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him to take the kiss as deep as it could go. He responded instantly, his hands now roaming freely, as if they were discovering every inch of me for the first time.

I let out a small breathy laugh against his mouth, the sound teasing, light despite everything going on inside me. “You really know how to make a girl forget about time, don’t you?”

His lips were inches away from mine, the smirk on his face unmistakable. "It’s a gift."

His lips met mine again, pulling me deeper into this world where there were no distractions, no consequences, just the magnetic pull between us that neither of us was willing to resist anymore.

Things were getting heated. 

I’m on his lap now we’re still making out, his hands are roaming under my shirt and I was grinding down on his jeans. 

He was hard. He felt big too. I know this can’t go much further because we’re outside but with his mouth and his hands it didn’t feel like Joel cared all that much.

“Joel…” I couldn’t help the whine that escaped my throat.

“Yeah baby?” Oh my gosh his voice was somehow raspy and smooth all at the same time. His voice could do it for me.

But that’s a can of worms for another day.

“I-I need ya… please” I sounded so pathetic. “Aw honey you’re so good usin’ manners” Joel mumbles in my neck.

Joel adjusted me on his lap so I was sitting up right on his thick thighs. He started unbuttoning my jeans. “Is this okay sweetheart?”

I nodded. His hand slipped under the denim. I could feel the slick that pooled in my panties. His warm hands rubbing me over the front of them.

I moaned lowly. “Joel- what if someone sees?” I nervously ask.

“Don’t gotta worry, it’s just you and me baby. But you gotta be a little quiet okay?” I nodded again.

 “Ah—

Joel hears you let out a gasp when he slides in the tip of his middle finger—your walls welcoming him almost immediately. I moan his name as quietly as I can.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re so wet— I could get used to this.”

 He smirks up at me. But I don’t pay attention to his smug expression. 

His fingers hit that spot I can never reach with my own fingers.

Before I could help it, my back was arching into him and I was shaking slightly.

“Joel— M’gonna come,” Joel groaned and started leaving little kisses and bites along my throat as he pumped his fingers into me faster. 

“Come f’me baby c'mon I want to feel ya.” He pulls his face away to look at me.

“Just relax,” he whispers. “I got you, baby. Always got you.” 

That did it. I came with a quiet cry, I shoved my face in his chest and rode out the waves of my orgasm. 

“Yeah baby, did so good f’me. That’s it just lay there I got ya.” He murmured into my hair.

He helped me get myself situated and walked me to my car. I was a little upset. I couldn't help him out but that’s for next time…

Wednesday 3:00 pm

I just got back to my apartment from work. I want to take a quick shower and change before I meet Sarah and watch her for a few hours. 

I settled on a simple black tank top and some jeans, wanting to be comfortable but still appropriate. 

From what Joel told me the other night, Sarah is an intelligent ten year old girl he had at a very young age. He and his ex wife pay child support and Sarah goes every other week.

Reminds me of my childhood. Mine was messier though.

I arrived at the Miller residence. Joel’s truck is here so I walk up and knock on the door.

“Hey sweetheart was just about to call ya, Sarah just got home.” He stepped aside for me to come in, I thanked him and walked inside.

“Honey! She’s here”, Joel shouts by the stairs. 

The little girl comes walking down the stairs, her coiled curls bouncing with every step she takes. 

“Go say hi sweetie.” Joel urged his daughter. I squatted down to get on her level so she feels more comfortable.

“Hey Sarah”, I introduced myself and held out my hand.

She shook my hand. “Hi Sophia! You’re really pretty,” she said quickly.

“Aw thank ya hun that was really sweet of you, so what do ya wanna do when your daddy leaves?” I asked, still crouched down in front of her.

“Hmm, can we watch Jurassic Park?” I smiled, shocked she watches films like that but nodded anyway.

“I’d love to.” I stood up and looked at Joel. He was smiling warmly at his daughter.

“Yall have fun but not too much fun”, he said kissing Sarah’s cheek and ruffling her hair.

[81pastrys]

Please do more hurt / comfort with an older Luka like maybe he’s in f2 and crashes and panics and Lando calms him down stuff like that idk just a thought but i love your stuff🤍

Heated Race

Summary— Luka races like his life depends on it and ends up in the hospital

Warnings— racing like a demon ; crash ; hospitalization

A/N— yes yes, a bit of Carlo too, I like.

Dad Lando List

Luka raced like a demon. Worse than Sebastian Vettel or Max Verstappen. He raced like he wanted to die every race and it shook Lando to his core every turn or miscalculation he had.

Before every race Lando would pat his helmet and tell him to do good, the teen his height now. “No dangerous shit yeah?” Lando would ask and Luka would laugh and just shoot him a ‘no promises’.

He had a good car, being thrown in a Red Bull. Lando supported his decision, the RB’s always had a reputation of being good in juinor formulas. Luka was complaining this race of shit wing performance.

“My flap won’t open, how do i get DRS?!” He complained. He was like Lando on the radio, calm but annoyed when something went wrong. His engineer looked over the issue and there was no way of fixing it. Lando cursed under his breath.

If his son couldn’t have an upper hand, he would defend. Luka wasn’t necessarily bad at defending but the others on the grid were. “Keep this pace, Sainz is still two cars behind.” Yeah and Carlo Sainz was his biggest competitor in a Mercedes.

“Fine fuck it.” He said on the radio. The car behind went to pass and they caught wheels, Luka spinning into a wall at a high speed. His engineer asked if he was ok like four times before Lando almost jumped the barrier. A mechanic stopped him.

“Is he even responding?” Lando asked. “Is he okay?!” They got an ok and the medical went to retrieve him while the red flags got put out to remove the car. Lando ran to the medical center making it before Luka.

He waited and they brought Luka in, poking and prodding at him. “I’m fine I said!” He yelled. They gave his head a good look for bruises and he winced. They concluded he needed to see a specialist and Lando rode with him to the hospital.

The adrenaline high hadn’t worn off and Luka believed he was in perfect condition, deeming the ride unnecessary and stupid. “Wait until the adrenaline wears off son, you’ll be glad we’re in a hospital when it does.” Lando laughed slightly.

They get to the hospital and they do an actual exam on the boy. “Minor concussion, but overall he’s alright.” The doctor confirmed. “He still has a bit of adrenaline pumping so we’re going to keep him checked in for the time being.”

Lando did all the paperwork and discussed with nurses about everything. Within the hour Luka came to his senses and began freaking out. “What about the car?!” That’s what he’s worried about? Lando thought. “Fuck I slammed it into a wall!”

“Son, they can fix the car, the people here can fix you.” Lando said. “How’s your head feeling?” Lando ghosted his hand over Luka’s head before pulling it back.

“I have a headache, but dad I’ve never crashed what if they take me off the team?” Luka worried about his seat now. They were definitely not going to replace their F2 champion winner. Luka still wasn’t all there though so it’s an understandable worry.

“Luka they won’t replace you, it was one crash and I’m sure they looked more into your telemetry.” Lando assured. “The car wasn’t set up right if your DRS wasn’t working properly.” This crash was everything but Luka’s fault. If he had DRS he wouldn’t have needed to defend his position.

“Who won?” He asked. Lando blinked at him. He pulled his phone out and looked to the time card. “Knew it, I knew Sainz was going to win.” Luka was mad his rival gained more points for second place.

“Luka that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you’re okay.” Lando said. Luka tried to forget the racing but all that did was remind him how sore he was.

“Everything hurts.” He groaned. “What did the doctor say?” Lando weighed in relief his son was able to tell him what was wrong now. They called the doctor in and he said soreness was a definite thing after a crash.

“I can give him some pain medicine to help diffuse it, but it will probably linger throughout the week.” The doctor said, already writing the prescription for him.

“Thank you again, he’s stubborn like me and it takes a while to get his head in the right spot.” Lando lightly laughed.

Safe to say Luka did not race the next weekend, having a minor concussion and being sore as all hell.

Carlo next with a different sport 👀

@il0vereadingstuff @chertik-007vvv

[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 4).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2 , part 3, part 4, part 5

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst. Unwanted touching/groping/kissing, implied further S/A (male victim) via intoxication and mentions use of GHB. Please remember to take care of yourselves and be safe.

WC: 3.9k.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

The next day is your final full day here. By Monday morning, your trip would end, and you’d return to your usual mundane life. Instead of embracing the time you had left, you spent it sulking, wallowing in self-pity over the sting of betrayal you felt from Noah and the rest, but especially Sloan.

You never imagined your best friend would pull you back towards the guy she knew had shattered your heart.

When she tried to talk to you through your hotel room door that morning, you ignored her and hid until later that afternoon, after finishing off the bottles in your hotel room minibar.

As you exit your room, you catch Folio standing at the door to his room beside yours. You consider not disturbing him and trying to slip past, but you have no reason to be upset with him. Besides, his boyish grin always made you have a softer spot for him.

You clear your throat before speaking. “How did the show go?” Their festival performance was today, and while you knew Sloan would be there, probably stageside with how close she and Jolly had gotten over the weekend, you decided to ignore her invitation: “When you’re ready to stop being mad at everyone, you can join me at the festival.”

You weren’t mad at everyone; just Sloan, Noah, Jolly, and maybe even Nicholas with his recent behavior and invitations to both of you. Folio, as well as Matt, was probably the only one you hadn’t yet found a reason to be mad at.

“Crushed it, obviously,” he says with such pride that it makes you laugh. “Can’t do a show without crushing.” His response shouldn’t surprise you; he always took pride in his performances and his ability to improve with each one. “We were planning to go to one of the escape rooms later. You should join us.”

“Oh, I don’t—“

“Come on. It’s your last night here, right? You really want to spend it wallowing in your room?”

“Well I planned to do it down at the bar, actually.” You laugh. “Besides, I really don't think it's a good idea seeing Noah right now. I imagine him and his ex performing today made them pretty cosy, especially after the other night.” You roll your eyes at the thought and do your best trying not to appear irritated by it. You fail.

“About that…” There’s a near guilty expression on Folio’s face which causes your eyebrows to narrow.

“Yes?”

“It's not what you think. She wasn't… that wasn’t... Noah was with me the whole night.”

You scoff and shake your head. “You don't have to defend him Folio, he’s a big boy.” It almost doesn't surprise you that Noah would rope one of his friends into lying for him, into defending him when he was in the wrong.

“I’m not! We were together the whole night. The banging and the moaning you heard, that was us. He said it would be funny and I stupidly agreed.”

“Oh…” The tension in your body fades as the irritation you felt before now slowly dissipates with nowhere for it to be aimed. You'd have gladly held it over Noah for the rest of time, but if it hadn't been true, how can you?

“Like I say, I really think you should consider joining us today. It’ll be fun.” 

It's the last thing he leaves you with before slipping into his own hotel room and you actually find yourself considering it. 

You caved, and as soon as you enter the escape room, Sloan greets you with a usual sarcastic remark, breaking the pout you had been wearing and forming a smile. 

You couldn’t stay mad at her, and you hoped none of this was intentional. However, you knew you needed to talk to her sooner rather than later to prevent yourself from overthinking it.

“Ladies first,” Jolly says, gesturing towards the open door of the escape room.

Stepping inside, you find it to be a replica of a music studio, fitting for a band that had just finished a show.

Turning back towards the door, instead of seeing Sloan or anyone else enter, Noah follows and you catch Sloan’s apologetic expression as she mouths an ‘I’m sorry’ to you.

At that moment, the door closes, and your eyes widen in realization.

Crossing over to the door, you try to open it despite hearing the distinct click of the latch locking into place. “Sloan, this isn’t funny,” you call through the door, but her muffled response only adds to your frustration.

“You both really need to talk.”

You shoot a glance at Noah, your eyes narrowing. “Was this your idea?”

He chuckles and holds up his hands. “Don’t blame me. I had no idea they were going to do this. I didn’t even think you’d want to come after last night.”

“I didn’t,” you grumble, almost angry with Folio for tricking you into coming.

While Noah sits in a nearby chair, you start searching the room for clues or any way to escape.

Your brief search yields to nothing, and you grow more frustrated with Noah for not helping you. “Are you really just going to sit there and not help?”

“Why should I? I thought you worked better alone anyway,” he retorts.

You scoff. He really chose his moments to be difficult. Trying to ignore him, you resume your search, but come to a halt as the familiar chords of ‘Just Pretend’ start playing. Out of all the props in the room, he had to pick up the guitar and see if it could work.

It makes you roll your eyes to hear that song. Even though you've been avoiding the band for the past two years, you've heard it thanks to TikTok and the millions of girls who’ve been obsessed with calling it ‘the perfect love song’. It’s far from a love song, and you don’t delude yourself into thinking it could be about you. But right now, as you hear the change in lyrics, you can’t help but wonder if it could be.

Stepping towards where he’s sitting, you lower yourself slowly onto the edge of the near by chair and listen. He’s completely engrossed in the song, but his voice sounds a lot more broken and raw than it ever does when he sings it live.

Sloan had said that you both needed to talk, and maybe she’s right.

When the song ends, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before breaking the silence. “Folio told me that what happened the other night is ‘not what I think.’” You pause, your gaze settling on Noah, who avoids meeting yours. “He said you were with him all night and that she wasn’t there.”

“Yeah, well, Folio needs to mind his own business.”

“He’s only looking out for you,” you say, feeling the need to defend him. You know it was coming from a place of care for both you and Noah. “Why did you act like you were with her?”

Noah shrugs. “Thought it would be funny.”

“No, I don’t buy it,” you say.

Sighing, he finally resigns himself, if only slightly. “I thought it would make you talk to me. Even if it meant you were angry, you’d at least stop ignoring me.”

“And you couldn’t think of a better way to do that?”

“What can I say, I’m an asshole,” he admits, his voice devoid of gloating. He sounds defeated, as if he’s accepted being tarnished with that label.

“You weren’t always like that,” you say, your voice softer. Your fingers twitch, itching to reach for him but hesitant to offer him any form of comfort beyond your words. “And you didn’t have to become an asshole to get me to talk to you.”

“Really?” His gaze finally meets yours. “Because you ignored me every chance you had.” He slides forward towards the end of his seat, pushing down and onto the floor, coming onto his knees in front of you, reaching for your hand. 

Every other time he tried to reach for you during this trip, you pulled away, refusing to give him even a chance to get close. But this time, you let him take your hand in his own. 

“Call me an asshole all you want. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Just never stop telling me those things. I hated these last two years without you, and I can’t go back to not hearing your voice ever again.”

This time, he’s down on his knees in front of you, and it’s not because of any request or attempt to humiliate him. There’s a genuine apology written across his face, and you hear it in his voice—the way he grows soft, almost desperate to not let you go again.

As much as you want to forgive him, to let him back in, even at a distance, you can’t shake the memories of what happened. Between him ghosting you, the pictures and videos of him and his ex, and the sound of her voice in his room the other night, it pains you to even consider letting any of that go unaddressed. But the thought of asking about it makes your throat tighten.

“What happened?” You finally choke out and his head, which he had lowered to rest against your lap, finally raises and he looks up at you. “With… her. What happened? You went on tour with her and then you ghosted me.” 

You sound more emotional than you mean to and you force a laugh trying to push the urge to cry back down because you’ll be damned if you sit here crying to your ex, over him, in some stupid escape room.

Noah doesn’t answer, instead he pulls himself back away from you, his head lowered, chin tucked against his chest as he slides back onto the chair, avoiding looking at you.

“God, if you cheated on me could you atleast have the balls to admit it.”

“I don’t know.” He mumbles.

“That’s such a poor excuse.”

“I don’t know.” He says it more firmly and finally lifts his head to look across at you. “We were all out. I had something to drink and the next thing I remember I was waking up in her bed.”

You can’t help the scoff you let out, shaking your head because it feels like he's using every cliche and excuse right now. “So you got drunk and hooked up with your ex? Then felt too ashamed to even tell me so you ghosted me?” Your voice slowly rises a few octaves, despite you not meaning for it to. You’re angry and upset and you can’t hold it back.

“It wasn’t like that.” He starts and you continue shaking your head, pushing up out of the chair as you begin to pace the small room, looking back over at Noah.

“Then what’s it like, Noah, huh? Because right now it sounds like you’re just a coward who cheated and couldn’t own up to it.”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t remember what happened. I don’t know how I ended up there with her, but I did.” His voice sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself back from becoming too upset and you see the shimmer of wetness in his eyes.

“Noah?” You move back over to the chair you were sitting in and lower yourself onto the edge reaching for him. 

The moment you do, he’s quick to use the front of his shirt to wipe away the tears which start rolling down his cheeks. 

“You really don’t remember?” You ask, your voice soft as you tentatively reach out to him, laying your hand over his and he silently shakes his head in response.

“She sent me a video.” His voice breaks a little and he clears his throat. “I can guess from there what happened. She threatened to send it to you if I didn't break up with you and get back together with her.”

“And that’s why you ghosted me?”

“That and I was ashamed.” He forces a laugh and it makes your heart break, witnessing this side of him, the side which was often reserved away from everyone, including you.

“Noah did she…” You trail off as he shakes his head in response to your words before shrugging.

“I don’t…” 

You nod and take his hand in your own, raising it towards your mouth as your turn and press a gentle kiss against his palm. You don’t need to press him anymore, you understand.

Whatever happened inside the room must've satisfied Sloan enough to have the door unlocked, because you hear the click a few moments later before seeing it open and your best friend walk in as if she was your savior.

In some ways, maybe she is.

Back at the hotel, Noah retreats to his room, and you can see the dark circles forming around his eyes. After today’s physically and emotionally taxing events, including the escape room, you didn’t object to him needing some alone time. 

While everyone else disperses, Nicholas surprises you with a knock on your door.

“There’s something you need to see,” he says.

You invite him in and watch as he pulls out his phone and steps towards you. He scrolls and taps on the screen until he’s satisfied with what he finds.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the phone and looking down to see a video open and paused on the screen.

“What really happened,” Nicholas says. “Noah hasn’t seen the full video. Matt managed to get the full thing after talking to a few guys who were there that night.”

Moving across the room towards the bed, you settle on the edge as you take a breath and press play.

You hear the same giggle, the same high-pitched, dragging-out “Nowah” that makes your skin crawl. You really don’t want to watch this, especially when she comes into view. It makes your stomach turn and bile rise up your throat. Why do you want to watch your boyfriend making out with another girl, especially the ex he ghosted you for?

Except that isn’t what starts playing out on the screen in front of you. Noah, who looks barely conscious, is being grabbed and groped by the same girl. Her chest is pressed to his face as she giggles, acting like he’s the one behind the actions when he’s merely a puppet for her amusement.

You want to look away, to turn it off. In your mind, you’ve seen enough, but you can’t stop. The phone trembles in your hands as you watch the rest of the video.

Her fingers rake through his hair, tugging up his heavy head and cooing something almost unintelligible against his lips. Noah speaks enough for you to catch a faint word—your name. It leaves his lips and tightens your chest. Did he think it was you? Did he want it to be? Was he calling out for you? Regardless, your name is quickly dismissed by his ex, who says, “She’s not here right now, baby, but don’t worry, I’ll help you forget all about her.” The moment her lips meet his in a forced kiss, you push the phone back, shaking your head.

“I-I can’t, I’ve seen enough.” You can piece together the same puzzle that Noah did.

In his mind, he believed he had cheated, but the reality was he had been gaslit, shown only the edited version of the video where his ex was all over him and then kissing him. Waking up beside her the next morning made him reach an easy conclusion.

You want to vomit; the thought of everything that happened makes your stomach churn, and it hurts your chest not only for what you saw but also for Noah. The thought of him being burdened by this, holding onto something he thought he needed to be ashamed of and how you treated him, suddenly makes you feel guilty. You shouldn’t have been so hasty to block him, to try to cut him out of your life. What if every spam account he watched you from was his way of trying to reach out? What if he had been trying, but you just pushed him away, driving him further back every time?

“I can see why you haven’t shown him. How long have you had this?” When you look at Nicholas, you can see the struggle in his eyes at trying to keep this from his best friend.

“A few months,” he confesses, twisting his mouth. It’s as if you can see the guilt gnawing at him. “I don’t know if showing him would make things worse.”

“Definitely worse.” You whisper. You knew beneath the hardened cocky exterior was a softer heart, one Noah tried to protect and failing to do so always opened up a possibility for him diving off the deep end.

“Have you spoken to her?” When the question leaves your lips you shake your head, dismissing it yourself. “Sorry, that was dumb, of course you wouldn't.”

“We’ve tried. She refuses to get back to any of us, even her team have now told us to ‘stop harassing her’.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “She's here you know, at the hotel.”

At those words it's like you see red and suddenly every ounce of logic you have dissipates and you’re carrying yourself from your hotel room and downstairs, walking throughout the hotel as if you'll miraculously bump into his ex in the hallway or casino.

On your way, you pick up the addition of Folio and Matt, followed by Sloan and Jolly. Sloan tries to reason with you, but Folio urges you on, as if you’ll start a fight with her.

“What are you going to say to her?” Sloan asks, trying to pull you out of your rage filled trance.

“Nice to meet you. I’m the girl whose life you ruined, just like Noah’s.” You make a vague gesture, causing Jolly to chuckle. You hear a thump from his direction, indicating that Sloan hit him in response.

“You really can’t think confronting her here is a good idea.”

“Why not? She keeps hiding behind her team and everyone else. Better to catch her when she least expects it.”

“I thought you didn’t care about him.” Sloan’s voice is softer this time, and it stops you in your tracks.

You had said that, tried to act nonchalant about him, but now you’re ready to dive headfirst into his battle for what? Because you still cared?

You didn’t have time to debate Sloan’s question, and that all slips away when you catch a familiar face.

Noah’s ex.

She’s surrounded by a small crowd of people you can only assume are part of her crew. You quickly pull away from your group and head towards her, calling out to her.

You don’t know what you expected when you come face to face with her, that somehow you’ll spew everything you’ve been thinking about and holding in since he ghosted you for her, but now you’re left silent as you stand before her.

She’s beautiful, and you were never blind to that or envious of it, but now you see that there’s a distinct sneer at the corner of her lips, as if she’s looking down on you rather than at you.

Just as one of her crew approaches to gesture you to move away, you sidestep them and come towards her.

“I know what you did.”

She lets out a laugh, looking around as if appalled by such an odd accusation from a stranger. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Noah,” your eyes meet hers, and you notice the dimming of her gaze. The cocky facade she maintains slightly falters. “I know what you did.”

As she prepares to respond, her eyes divert behind you, and you hear your name being called.

Following her gaze, they fall on Noah, who is coaxing you away. His face remains as sunken as before. Since his confession, he has lost all of his composure, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s due to the exhaustion of holding onto it or if he has finally stopped pretending to be someone he’s not around you.

“No, she needs to acknowledge what she did.” You insist, turning back to face her.

“What I did was merely have some fun.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

“That’s what you call fun?!” You feel a hand on your shoulder as Nicholas steps up to you, attempting to calm you down as your voice rises.

“A few drops of GHB to relax him. He was so tense that night.” She glances past you in Noah’s direction, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “He passed out before any real fun could occur, though.” Her mouth curls into a pout, and you feel an instant urge to lunge at her, but Nick’s hand restrains you.

“So, what you’re implying is that nothing happened?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Apart from the video your little friends apparently got ahold of, no.”

“So, you put him in your bed to make him believe he cheated? Why? Because did wanted him back?”

“I didn’t make him believe anything; he came to that conclusion on his own. It sounds like a guilty conscience to me.”

Your hand twitches, and you feel Nick move down and grasp at your wrist, as if silently preventing you from lashing out at her.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She attempts to move forward and pass you, and Nick pulls you back, out of the way, as you turn to look over at Noah.

This moment should be filled with joy as you both reunite, victorious over the evil that once plagued you. Yet, instead of embracing each other, you find yourself standing there, staring at Noah, an apologetic look etched on your face.

You had known she was manipulative, but you never imagined she would resort to such extreme measures, framing Noah for cheating while making him believe the worst had happened to him.

The way Noah looked at you was a mix of shame and disappointment. You had never lashed out at anyone the way you had her, never had to be restrained and pulled away from a potential fight. You didn’t even think you had the skills to fight beyond the occasional hair-pulling and slapping. But you had been ready then. It was all thanks to Nicholas’s presence, which prevented you from confronting her in the hotel’s public space.

Imagine how that would've looked. Another story for her to spin in her favor.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, unable to lift your gaze from the floor. Shame washes over you, not just for your actions but also for not being able to bear the disappointment in Noah's eyes for much longer.

You had always prided yourself on being level-headed, but around Noah, everything changed. Whether it was his behavior or your own emotions getting the better of you, the intensity of your feelings for him surpassed anything you had ever experienced with anyone else.

“Noah, please,” you take a step towards him, reaching out to him. But instead of embracing you, he turns away, it's his turn to walk away now, and shaking his head, he retreats from you, leaving.

When you look over to your best friend, Sloan, she offers you a comforting expression before moving in. Your lips tremble as you whisper, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She gently shushes you, pulling you into her arms. It feels so familiar now, after her months of comforting you. She doesn’t even hold the cruelty of your words from the previous night against you.

You don’t deserve her, and maybe on some level, you don’t deserve Noah either.

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[itsa-me-lily]

Work sucked and just...yeah.

Simon & Thimble playlist

MPS AU master playlist

Simon knew something was wrong as he shut the door behind him. Typically you had something playing; music or some sort video from the internet. But the inside of your home was quiet, and you were just laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in this solemn way. His first instinct screamed that something had happened with the pigs again, but a quick look told him that all three were fine, save for the staring they were doing. Probably wanted another treat if he had a guess. So at least the boys were safe. That just left everything else in the world...great.

He made a point to make as much noise taking off his boots as he could, just so he wouldn't startle you. Last thing he needed was you falling off the couch and hurting yourself. You didn't move much, just turning your head enough to look at him. He noticed that your eyes were red rimmed and it instantly made something in his chest tight. You'd been crying.

He was going to ignore the way it made him want to hunt down whatever or whoever did it.

"Everythin' alright?"

You sighed like the weight of the world was pressing down on your chest, looking back to the ceiling.

"It's stupid."

"Let me be the judge of that. I do work with Soap."

It didn't pull a full smile from your lips, but Simon could see the corner of your mouth twitch as he went to get himself a glass of water. Small victories and all that. He didn't rush you for an answer, letting the sound of the water faucet fill the space before the silence came again.

"They took the holiday party from me."

"Isn't it already December?"

At least it was the last time he checked, and from what he recalled of your ranting, you'd had that wrapped up a month prior.

"Next years. They want a fucking committee to plan it next time."

Simon was...confused. By his reason it seemed like it would be a win for you. You wouldn't have to deal with any kind of deadline or planning issues. All you had to do at the end of the day was just submit the bills. He must have taken too long to answer because you just sighed again, turning so you were facing the back of the cough.

Fuck.

Yeah to him at least it was kind of stupid for you to be all upset about some office holiday party. Planning them sounded like a pain in the ass. But you were upset and just ignoring it would be a dick move on his part. Not to mention he'd still have to deal with it, he liked sitting on the couch now and again.

Resisting the urge to sigh himself he took his cup over to sit on the ground at the end of the couch where your head was. He saw with his back to you. Maybe it'd make it easier for you.

"Come on. Explain it to me so I get it."

He could only imagine the look on your face. You probably had your brow furrowed, lips all puckered so it made your cheeks puff out a little.

"I worked really hard on the holiday parties."

Simon hummed, hoping it would encourage you to keep going.

"I made sure that it could work for everyone but it still isn't good enough."

He didn't expect for your voice to start to get creaky, like you were trying to talk through a throat full of tears. He also didn't expect it to feel like a stab to the heart.

"I'm trying to help take something off everyone's plate, make sure that its a nice way to end the year and they're just throwing it back in my face."

Oh. Oh no. Simon could hear a sniffle behind him. This was a terrible plan of his and he couldn't just tell you to just stuff it now could he?

"I'm not respected enough to do my job right, helping just ends up with people being angry with me. I'm so frustrated and I just want to be done with it all."

Simon was tempted to tell you that technically speaking, if you wanted, you could quit your job and just stay at home with the boys. He had enough saved. But he didn't. Didn't think it would actually solve the issue.

He let you both sit in the silence of it all for a while, until the sniffling dwindled back down.

"So what'cha gonna do."

"My job."

Well that didn't seem very satisfying to Simon at all.

"And just my job. No offering to do anything, no going out of my way. Follow the job description to the letter and not a single thing above it."

Simon should have fond it concerning how attractive he found the idea of you being spiteful. Well a little malicious compliance never hurt anyone right?

"Atta girl."

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

watchin top gun for the first time ever cause there's no cult classic you could name that I couldn't say 'oh! I've never watch that!' to (first half notes)

I dunno what is goin in. even a lil.

TOM CRUISE YEAH

I've heard so much shit talked about how bad this movie looks. it does not? especially for the 80s? this it's not the BEST cgi but it's FAR from the worst.

watchin military movies always pricks at my ODD (authority issues basically ha)

obsessed with the relationship between mav n goose. they're so silly man.

WAIT ICE MAN MENTION. OH THATS HIM. wait. I don't wanna like. be that person. but like. there's a lil somethin there yeah. between him n mav. yeah? it ain't just me?

goose n mav are so SILLY. God I love these guys man. 'you have to have carnal knowledge. of a woman this time.' it's not a joke to ME. mav is BISEXUAL

THEYRE DOIN A BIT TO SING TO A WOMAN WHAT THE HELL IM FUCKIN CACKLIN

if I was this woman I'd be pissin myself. why are there so many of you. why are you all oddly synchronized.

IT WORKED??

MAVERICK IS SO. APOGH. AGHHH!! HES SO CUTE!! WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME THAT!!

dog. mav. call it a night. this woman does NOT want you. wrap it up. please. lord.

WHY IS THAT GUY WEARIN A COWBOY HAT WITH HIS FLIGHT SUIT. utterly enamored. do not care about these plane stats at all. show me this cowboy pilot again.

'how is that?' 'I happen to fly-' 'WE!! we.' 'sorry goose. WE happen to fly-' 😄 so actually I love goose dearly that's my son.

'well we- (pointed look over at goose)' 'thank you' GUYS. WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME TOP GUN WAS FUNNY?

arrogant men in real life piss me off so bad. but this one. yeah. ok. yeah mav gets a pass.

GOOSE FIXIN MAV'S COLLAR N GOIN 'don't be late honey' n mav goin 'yes dear' GUYS THEYRE SILLY. GOD I LOVE THEM.

OH THIS IS THE SAME LADY. lord my face blindness is so bad I was so confused.

I wish I cared more about planes. I would enjoy these flight sequences more. unfortunately. I'm just here to watch mav n goose dick around. I am however a big fan of when the planes go 🔄🔃🔀

mav askin to do somethin gettin told no n then immediately ignorin that. he was doin that shit anyway from the start. n unfortunately I find that very funny for him.

if I was a pilot I fear I would not be able to resist just hittin the 🔄🔄🔄 all the time. I just wanna spin.

'I went like this he went like that I said Hollywood where'd he go! Hollywood said where'd who go??' whole movie should just be these guys dickin around. God they're so funny to me.

what is goin on with mav n ice. what is this vibe they have to them. 'I don't like you cause you're dangerous' 'that's right I am dangerous!!' n then ice?? snaps his jaw at him like a dog n mav gets so handsy. why are you just fuckin around with his collar. what is happenin. n then mav gets hollered at n ice n him grin at each other n ice pats him on the shoulder. WHAT is the nature of their relationship.

goose already bein like. I gotta go be a truck driver. I'm fucked. me 🤝 truck drivin. soon. mav do you have the phone number. n it's literally the first day.

GOOSE GOIN TO BUG MAV WHEN HE CANT SLEEP N FINDIN MAV ALREADY WAITIN UP FOR HIM. OUGH.

this father lore is. everythin to me.

"YOURE THR ONLY FAMILY I GOT I AINT GONNA LET YOU DOWN." GOOD FUCKIN GOD. the way these boys care for each other is makin me sick.

mav has perhaps on of the most sketchable faces I've ever seen. I need to get my hands on my sketchbook NOW.

sick of this will they won't they arc already. I'm so sorry. romance exhausts me.

mav n his dopey awkward flirtin is actually kinda cute tho he's sweet.

BEACH EP MOMENT. VOLLEYBALL TIME.

mav is so short n scrappy n angry. n ice has this sort of lithe gracefullness about him. hmm. yeah. nothin else to add. just thoughts.

MAV N THAT FUCK ASS MOTERCYCLE N HIS BIG ASS JACKET IM GIGGLIN

mav is just so fuckin bashful awkward cagey n also somehow arrogant n charismatic I am so enamored with him.

I'm so sorry I forgot her name but her house is so cute.

JESUS MAV TALKIN ABOUT HIS FOLKS IM FUCKIN BITIN AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.

again. mav has the most drawable face I've ever seen in my life. someone get me a pen n paper NOW.

mav n his stupid big eyes n his wigglin his mouth around side to side n his stupid lil smile aoughhh.

how many times are they gonna play take me breath away.

AWWW GOOSE N HIS WIFE N KIDS AWAPUGHH MAV HOLDIN GOOSES KID AOUGG GOOSE TELLIN HIS WIFE MAVS GOT A CRUSH ON HIS TEACHER AOSHDHDJDH

theyre always doin this thing where theyre like. mavs move worked. however. do not fuckin do that shit.

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY AGAIN??

godDAMN she is RIPPIN ass after him SHES GONNA CRASH HER FUCKIN CAR. wait. are they about to kiss. Jesus hell.

dont know. don't care. too busy starin into mav's wide pathetic eyes.

'I feel the need.' 'the need? for speed AOWGH!' they're so silly to me dear lord.

someone needs to hold my hand n explain what is goin on to me like I'm three years old. I'm lost.

'the defense dpt regrets to inform you that your sons are dead cause they were stupid' goose you never ever miss I'm gigglin

'that was stupid. I know better then that. that'll never happen again' 'I know. I know' jesus hell just shoot me already. goose n mavs friendship is actually everythin to me.

GOOSE PLAYIN PIANO N HIS SON SITTIN UP ON TOP AWAWWWW THEYRE SO CUTEEE

'doesn't he ever embarrass you?' 'GOOSE? God no' your honor I'm never ever shuttin up about them. ever. THEM SINGIN TOGETHER AWWWWW

guys one of my favorite things is watchin a movie full of 'cliche' songs (highway to the danger zone. take my breath away. etc.) but knowin at the time THIS movie is probably THE movie that made them so iconic in context to cinematography. it's SO cool man. like diggin up a fossil.

[just1cefor4ll]

—Why’d you only call me when your high?

Sirius Black x fem!reader A/N: I am new to the marauders fandom so if the characters are out of character I apologise. I am open to feedback and tips<3

You sat in your room, warm blankets spread over you and your bed with warm jasmine tea in your hands. You were at home to celebrate the upcoming chritsmas day, deciding to skip staying at Hogwarts and celebrating with your friends for the year which wasn’t really a big problem; most of your friends happy that you would be able to the spend that special day with your family when some of then didn’t have that chance.

One particular person wasn’t so happy you left for the holidays and that person was none other then Sirius Black; your ex from 4th year. He was a nice guy, but it hurt you that he never really cared to aknowledge you and your feelings. It ended once you had seen him with some Gryffindor girl you couldn’t care less to remember which to put it lightly had been the last of your patience. Ever since then you’d barely cross paths; whether it be because he was scared to face you, or he simply never really cared for you at all which wouldn’t have surprised you, not one bit. You looked over to your ‘memory box’ as you liked to call it and got out of bed, opening the old and dusty thing to get hit with nostalgias warmth, yet cruel coldness.

A dried rose Sirius had given you the say he asked you out, the guitar pick he threw your way one day when you went to see the boys performing in a small pub in Hogsmeade and none other then a polaroid photo of the two of you kissing on Sirius’ birthday; taken by James with the camera Sirius had just gotten from his friends.

You smiled softly, looking back at those moments when you were truly happy and enjoying life at the wizarding school but ever since that day when everything had gone down hill it felt like something in your heart was empty. A certain spot that was made for one person only, and that person was Sirius. You missed him dearly, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore and with everything you had going on, being in his arms was truly the only thing you wanted. You wanted your ‘rockstar’ no one else.

“Y/N, someone’s on the phone wanting to talk to you!” Your mother stormed in and you quickly closed the box, putting it behind your back. “Bloody hell mom, you ever heard of knocking?” An intimidating glare from your mother got you to quickly shut up and head downstairs where the cellphone was located, your father down the hall in the living room watching something on the TV while your mother prepared dinner. “Hello? This is Y/N speaking.” You say into the phone and wince as the loud sounds of music and chatter fills your ears. “Hey doll, I miss you.” A very familiar voice slurs, giving you chills. “Sirius.” You say through gritted teeth, your grip on the phone tightening. “S’me! Your rockstar!~” He giggles and starts mumbling incoherent things. Your heart aches, having thought enough about him for the day but it was like someone was against you and brought you together again, even if it was just a mere phone call. “Sirius Orion Black, where are you?”

“Aw, come on love don’t be angry w’me.” He sighs, his words slurred and almost desperate as if he was waiting to talk to you the whole night. “Everythin’ hurtss.. M’tired Y/N.”

“Sirius, tell me where you are I’m coming to get you.” After what felt like a millennium of trying to get him to say the address, you were on your feet and out of the house. A feeling of excitement and longing was pulsing through you like a wild fire, a sort of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. The cold breeze of Londons harsh weather was slowly hitting you, cursing your forgetfulness and for being so foolish as to forget your jacket mid November.

Sirius on the other hand has never really moved on from your warmth he so longed for after never actually appreciating it those years ago. He missed the way you’d walk past him in the halls, giving him the cutest smile even when it was evident you’d been struggling that day with something of your own. The way you would give him affection like it was simply overflowing you and you being the sweetest soul out there had the need to share the said affection. He missed everything, the way your eyes would light up whenever he gave you tickets to his ‘shows’ and the way you always cheered him on no matter the circumstance; he hated that he took it all for granted when he quite literally had it all.

His urge to talk to you was just too hard to contain anymore and in his drunken state ten fold which lead to him giving you a call during the late night hours of which he was invited to a party by his mates who even encouraged him to approach you somehow or give you a hint that he was interested; yet again.

It all just felt so unreal when he finally heard your sweet voice again, his brain so foggy and dazed from the alcohol he forgot he ever even thought of letting his mind slip to another woman. It was just like old times to him when he would call you at parties, updating you on his whereabouts and you being you always tended to pick him up because you worried for him and his wellbeing. You were the reason he quit smoking for a while before everything went wrong and your comforting, thoughtful words went along with you. ´I was s’stupid..´ He thought to himself, resting his head into the cold palms of his hands, his eyes drooping and mind falling asleep when he got harshly tugged by the collar and up onto his feet.

And there you were, his angel right before him looking as gorgeous as ever. However you did look like you were about to kill whoever crossed your path of wrath. The car ride to your home was mostly silent, soft snores could be heard from the passanger seat as you eyed the hand that was rested on your thigh. “Stupid Black, stupid, stupid Sirius Black.” You said through gritted teeth, your cheeks reddening with rage yet embarrassment as you scolded yourself for melting from such a simple touch.

Once you got home you woke him up with a slap to the cheek, the poor boy jolting awake from the sudden sting. “Jeez doll, w’was that for?” He groaned, stumbling out the car and heading towards you, pulling you into an embrace. You inhaled his scent, a hint of cigarettes, alcohol and his cologne that has never really changed over the years filled your nose. “You’ve been smoking again, haven’t you?” You said, looking up at him with a stern look while he just smirked. “A guy needs a cancer stick, or two sometimes.” He jokes, giving you a sheepish smile. You rolled your eyes and dragged him inside your home, quickly pulling him up the stairs to your room which you locked just in case your mom decided to burst in again in the middle of the night like she did just a few hours ago. “Yeah i’ll be saying that once they’ll be burying you into your grave, Black.” You hissed, looking through your things for a spare shirt your dad borrowed you not long ago and throw it at him.

“Change, the bathroom is that door right there if your two drunk to notice.” “Exactly like you didn’t notice my feelings back in fourth year.” You mumbled the last part, changing into your own pyjamas once he left for the bathroom. “Fucking asshole.” You say into your pillow once you let yourself fall face first onto your bed with a soft thud. A few minutes later Sirius came out with nothing but the shirt and pyjama pants you found that belonged to your older brother who had moved away once he ended his studies.

Before you could get a single word out he plopped down onto the bed next to you, nuzzling his face into your neck, one hand under your shirt on your lower back and the second holding onto you.

Your heart fluttered, the once empty place in your heart now full which felt so, so wrong after such a long time of hating and pushing away anything to do with the boy that was now laying in your bed, cuddled into your side. “I love you Y/N.” He whispers into your ear, something you missed so dearly and now you had it and damn it was kind of weird. How the hell could you have fallen in love again with the same boy that has treated you like nothing less then shit over the few months you were together; how could you let your heart long for such a person but just why, why did it feel so right?

“Why? Why do you love me Sirius?” You whispered in disbelief, the words slipping out so naturally like you’ve been dreaming to ask him that since you broke up. “Why should I believe you love me when all you’ve done in the past is hurt me? Don’t perceive me as so naive I won’t let you into my heart so easily again.” Lies. Lies, Lies, Lies. You’ve already let him in but you just couldn’t accept it. You couldn’t have possibly let him in so easily, right? Impossible.

“I know I was foolish, I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. Your sweet soul, charming smile, thoughtful words and loving personality is what I admire about you. You were supportive and always by my side, something I didn’t appreciate and should’ve. The way your touch feels is heavenly and I long for that feeling, I sleep so I can feel your touch but even in my dreams a big piece of my heart is missing. It’s missing you, Y/N. I miss my girl.”

“It’s been years and I know I fucked up, like really fucked up but I love you and want to live the rest of my life with you and by your side. No more hurting you, no more pushing you away and I can say with pure honesty that I will never as much as glance at another girl in such a way ever again. Please, darling I need you by my side, through thick and thin i’ll always be here and never again be disloyal to you just please give me a chance.”

His words sink into you like daggers, but in a good way. It was all you needed to hear, everything you ever wanted to spill from his mouth all those years ago and your heart would’ve been his even the same day he messed up. An apology. A genuine, thought through apology. You smile softly, cupping his cheek. “I missed my boy.”

That was all he needed to hear and his lips were on yours, the kiss being soft, slow and loving. It was like your lips were meant for just each other and no one else, like you two were made for one another.

You finally had your darling boy, the one that has kept you up with tears and a sense of loneliness every single night from that dreadful year at Hogwarts. Now you finally had it all again, and Sirius couldn’t agree more. He had his angel and you had your rockstar, forever together never to part ways again.

© URFAVLARRY

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

[maythestarsguidemyway]

I went to see Beauty and the Beast yesterday (one of the very few animated-movies-turned-into-musicals I actually love) and…well. I dig up one of my old stories inspired by the Prologue and I rewrote it:

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

 They chose to stay in on that night; not doing anything, not visiting anyone, just being together and savoring each other’s company while cuddling on a pile of blankets and pillows, enjoying the warmth coming from the fireplace, listening to the blizzard raging outside. It was so peaceful and intimate, Effie wished the night would never be over. She was in Haymitch's arms and he was spooning her from behind. His arm was under her head, with the free one he was caressing her soft skin. His finger was running up and down on her naked arm. Both of them were still a little light-headed, high in the clouds from the aftermath of their lovemaking. Effie stared into the orange and yellow flames. The colors were mesmerizing. Dangerous yet beautiful. Before the war, he had said the same words about her when he was drunk enough to be honest.

"Are you happy?" Haymitch whispered into the silence. Effie froze for a moment, then turned around in his arms so she could see his face. He wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at the fire. She could see the reflection of the fire in his eyes.

"Yes." Effie gently kissed his lips. Haymitch looked at her and she could tell right away whatever answer he wanted to hear wasn’t the one Effie gave.

"Why...?" she asked. She softly caressed his stubble with the back of her fingers.

"Why did you decide to come to Twelve? What made you stay?" he brushed a blonde lock out of her face. Effie took his hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Well...I had to bring Peeta home and...you were here, while no one was waiting for me in the Capitol. Why are you asking me these questions now? Has something happened?” the look in his eyes made her feeling uneasy. Though it was unlikely deep down she was afraid after a year Haymitch would decide that he didn't want her company after all and showed her the door. She knew the man loved her even if he still couldn't really say it. He declared his love for her in so many ways - he probably wasn’t even aware of it. She didn’t need to hear it to know his feelings.

"Do you know what day it is?" the sudden change of topic made no sense.

"Twentieth of February." Effie nodded.

"And...?"

"What do you mean 'and'?" she asked, more confused than not.

"You forgot? You arrived here with the boy a year ago." the hint of hurt in his voice surprised her. He was never the one for anniversaries.

"Of course not! How could I?"

"Dunno...You always make unnecessarily big shit around everythin’ but never mentioned our...anniversary...so y’know…I thought...you are here out of habit. Not ‘cause you want to but because you’ve nowhere else to go." he rolled on his back, not looking at her. His eyes were fixated on the ceiling. His words upset Effie and her first thought was to hit him, to slap some sense into his head.

"Are you an idiot?" she sat up, so she could look into his eyes. She tried to swallow back her tears. Although, she wasn’t really sure why she was on the verge of crying “I am here because I want to, not because for free housing and easy sex. I am here because I am your partner. Because I love you! I've been in love with you for years and you know it! When will you believe it? Will you ever? Will you ever accept that there are people who love you? That I love you? Will you ever not question my feelings?”

"I don't question your feelings, but I don’t deserve anyone's love." he looked at Effie briefly then turned his gaze back to the ceiling. "For who could ever learn to love a beast?" he quoted an ancient fairy tale which Effie often read and watched as it was her favorite, he never understood her love for that dump story for children. He found it stupid. No matter what they do, no one would ever fall in love with a beast. They were dangerous, they could harm others, they were destroyed beyond repair. Just like he was…

Effie grabbed his arm and forced him to sit up and face her.

"You are not a beast." she whispered. She kissed him gently, she then hugged him and buried her face in his neck “You are not a beast." she breathed against his skin.

"I am. I killed people...children. Innocent children."

"I did, too…so am I a beast, too?” there was no right answer for that question. Effie spent many sleepless nights with crying in his arms, asking for reassurance she was not a monster and begging for forgiveness “Do you know why Beauty and the Beast is my favorite?"

"I don’t wanna hear your stupid childhood stories from the Capitol… How could you love a fucking killer?" Effie, never breaking their hug, looked at Haymitch. He avoided her, looked past at her, fixated on a point in the further corner of the dark room. If he hadn't, he would have seem how deeply his words hurt her. She gently touched his chin and forced him to lower his head and look at her.

"It's my favorite because the beast reminds me of you." she gave up on holding back her tears, they streamed down on her face, leaving shiny, wet trails behind. She breathed a small kiss on his lips.

“You’re tellin’ me I am an entitled child?” he grumbled. The prince was cursed to be a beast for the way he behaved - for turning his back on those who were in need of help. For not having love in his heart. But Haymitch did. And for decades that love had given him nothing but pain and suffering. Loving anyone was dangerous, it wasn’t safe. Everyone he loved was killed to punish him. To teach him no one he loves was safe. Effie was the sole survivor but at what cost?

“No, I’m telling you that you need to learn again to let people love you. The beast needed someone who would show him he deserved love. He didn’t believe anyone could love him for himself, for the way he was. But Belle still fell in love with him. She taught him how to love and it broke the curse. You are not a beast. You were punished through the people you loved and cared about. But those days are over. Your loved ones won’t be killed, they are not in grave danger anymore. I did worse things than you. Don’t you remember? How can you love me then?" Effie carefully ran her fingers through his hair. "You are not a beast. But even if you were, I would still love you. I could tell you a hundred reasons why I love you and you wouldn’t believe any of them." Effie kissed his lips. Haymitch tightened his arms around her and deepened the kiss. They laid back on the blankets without ever breaking their kiss. Only when air was much needed, they were able to let the other go.