#thinking about how much i love mason tonight <3 and how much i love mason and sofía's relationship <3

[masonscig]

just a reminder to say happy birthday m wayhaven before you go to sleep tonight or else <3

#now let's go around the table and all say what we're thankful for this m's-giving :) <3 #IM THANKFUL THAT M SLINGS PIPE AND GOT TO SAY FUCK IN BOOK 3 FINALLY #look i'm actually sad at the lack of m content today KMDFKMDFKM i didn't think they'd get THIS steamrolled by the release #like. it's their BIRTHDAY. IT'S ONCE A YEAR. GET IT TOGETHER TWC FANS !!!! WISH THEM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY #thinking about how much i love mason tonight <3 and how much i love mason and sofía's relationship <3 #it's like 9 pm in my timezone so this counts #jade.txt

[azulpitlane]

got love stuck part 3 please i’m begging it’s so good i need it

out of the woods I ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: in which lando has to communicate his insecurities but is he too late? notes: ask and you shall receive, this one took a while cause I had it all written out then I hated it and started over😇but this is the last part!! i loved making this thank u for being so supportive considering part one was my first ever post!! now send some requests hehe part one, part two, masterlist

lando i fucked up, its too late

danny ric what do you mean its too late?

lando i texted her and no response she went to dinner with mason tonight they're probably still together right now

danny ric okay so you're jumping into conclusions AGAIN you have to have some faith in her mate and stop assuming the worst

lando she was with her ex after our breakup what am I suppose to do?

danny ric communicate, you muppet you can't just give up after one try

lando okay okay you're right, i was overthinking im booking the next flight to london

danny ric um i was thinking maybe a phone call?

lando too late, already booked it

dailymail

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dailymail Trouble in paradise? Singer Y/n Y/l/n and F1 driver Lando Norris reunited in London today. Onlookers claim the two were having a heated conversation about their relationship and it is unclear whether the two are currently together or not. Was this argument result of Y/l/n's infidelity? The singer was spotted twice within this month with ex boyfriend, Mason Mount. Read more on the singer's relationship timeline with Mount and Norris in our article linked in the bio.

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user yes lets just make assumptions that y/n is a cheater based on nothing🙄

user if lando took her back ill be so mad. shes so toxic

user you have no idea what shes like in real life? you're just basing your opinion on some stupid tabloid that constantly spreads misinformation on her

user WAR IS OVER (THEYRE STILL TOGETHER IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS).

user YUP Y/N AND LANDO DEFENDER TIL I DIE user SAME IM CONVINCED SHE NEVER CHEATED IDC IDC

user this doesn't even look like a heated argument to me?? y'all be doing too much

user please let this be just a friendly conversation and her and mason got back together☹️

user its been a year, I think its time to move on from that relationship user yup!! shes clearly moved on y'all need to do it too user her relationship with lando has been messy from the start, she never had to deal with this drama with mason that's all im sayin

user this page is obsessed with y/n!! leave my girl aloneeee

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yourusername out of the woods out now.

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selenagomez on repeat already💙 liked by yourusername

user WAIT WHOS THE GUY IN THE LAST SLIDE

user HAS TO BE LANDO user praying its mase but I have a feeling its lando☹️

user the way these lyrics can apply to both mason or lando so we have no clue who its about🧍‍♀️

user and they both liked aghhhh!!!!

danielricciardo amazing song, so so proud liked by yourusername

francisca.cgomes can't stop listening im obsessed😍 liked by yourusername

user okay danny and the wags are all commenting this is a good sign for us lando and y/n defenders

alexandrasaintmleux you're so talented I love it!! liked by yourusername

user y/n dropping this after being seen with lando again, I think its time for us mason defenders to retire :(

landonorris

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landonorris want you for worse or for better, would wait forever and ever tagged yourusername

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user YES WE CAN FINALLY SAY WAR IS OVER

user I KNEW IT YES

yourusername and that's how it works💙

user these are definitely song lyrics AHHHH user landos listened to the new album omfsgnks user new album is gonna be mix of love and breakup songs with the drama methinks

user MOM AND DAD ARE DONE FIGHTING

maxfewtrell sap

user careful lando, once a cheater always a cheater

user where is the proof of her cheating?? there literally is none user they literally broke up after she was seen with mason user give up this narrative already!! her and lando are clearly happy together so who cares

yourusername

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yourusername these past few weeks have felt like a crazy, emotional train wreck but there's nobody else I would've rather done it with than my best friend and lover💙 i usually never address anything like this but there are somethings that aren't easy to shake off especially when it comes to my relationship and my loyalty being questioned. there has never been somebody who has been so perfect for me and i would never trade this love for anybody elses. i could go on and on about it but i find it easier to communicate through music.

my new album is out tonight at midnight, it is a collection of songs written from last year to now. interpret the songs as you like but just know there is only one person im in love with right now.

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user OMFG WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

user she just nicely told all mason x y/n supporters to stfu

user not only that but she beat the cheater allegations🙏

user THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT

user "would never trade this love for anybody elses" IMCRYIN

landonorris love you so so much, dont know what I would do without you

yourusername lan love u more🥹 user AWWW user nobody can be a mason x y/n fan after this cause they are too cute

landonorris this album is amazing, im so incredibly proud of you and everything you've been through liked by yourusername

carlossainz55 very excited for this one liked by yourusername

masonmount this was very well said, congrats on the new album!! liked by yourusername

user OMG? user in their besties era omdfsnkln user I knew they were just friends through all this!!!

user okay officially retiring the mason x y/n agenda..it was a good run

user def the end of an era but our girl is happy🫶

user now that the drama is over can we focus on how good this album is gonna be

user fr the drought is officially over

yourusername

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yourusername the love for my new album has been insane, thank you guys so much!! so many records broken just on the first day of the release and i couldn't have done it without you guys💙

now it is time to hibernate for a little bit and spend some much needed time off with my loved ones so this is a lil goodbye... for now!

see ya later

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user NO COME BACK

user gave us some lando content before dipping, thank u mother

user she took 'I know places we won't be found' to a whole different level because nobody can find out where theyre vacationing

user good!! they need some privacy after this messy drama

landonorris got you all to myself now

maxfewtrell gross yourusername perv

kellypiquet ❤️‍🩹 liked by yourusername

user but will we see you at the paddock next season🥹

yourusername ofc!! catch me rooting for my babyyy

user what a crazy era. hopefully well get some performances and lando supporting after this break

landonorris will be front row at every show user wag and rockstar's bf. try not to say parents challenge omg user can't wait for the content of them supporting each other at races and concerts ahhh

yourbff pls dont make me an auntie soon im too young

yourusername okay im officially logging off.

tags: @jayrami3 @whoselly @roseseraj @saturnbloom77@landowecanbewc

#lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris smau #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #f1 x reader #ln4 #f1 fanfic

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— Trevor Zegras Edition (Two)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: one

next: three

a/n so i def posted this then deleted it bc i hated it bc i wrote it in the 1-3am range… and now i’m writing it again in that range… fingers crossed!

i’m sorry this is short!

OCTOBER 15, 2023

yourusername

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yourusername welcome back to my post game penalty box update show, céline dion fans and non-céline dion fans! tonight was the ducks home opener and it was a doozy!

first i want to address that my lil quackies have now won their home opener 8 years in a row and are now 20-9-1 in their 30 year history for home openers! and if you’re like me and ✨love✨ stats, then you’ll be thrilled to learn that mr. frank “the tank” vatrano is the FIRST DUCK EVER TO SCORE A HAT TRICK IN THE HOME OPENER! shoutout to mason, who passed frankie the puck so that he could score the empty netter for the hatty, and made me cry at how sweet he was! (yes, they got good job forehead kisses because i love them soooo much!)

now, on to the fun stuff that you’re all here for! my future husband and baby daddy got his first penalty tonight, and oooo lordy, he looked fine! seriously, like, you think you all were freaking out about how hot he was in the box? imagine how i feel! he’s coming home to me!

his penalty was for “holding the stick” against aho (queue the boos) he did not agree with the penalty and made sure to scoff at the refs so that they knew they made a ridiculous call (i legally have to be on his side)

but get this— the penalty was called 11 seconds into z’s shift, it was the 6th official power play for the canes! we love! (we don’t love that it resulted in a c*nes goal though)

what was my favorite part of the game, you ask? it was the scrum, of course! my mans tried his best in holding back pesce, but he really just clung onto him as he got dragged around the scrum because he… is pocket sized compared to pesce. the 9th photo is of z clinging onto him from behind. i imagine pesce’s inner monologue was like “if the child will not move off me, then i shall move with the child. i am undeterred by the diminutive boy.”

ANYHOOZLE, i’m so proud of my boys! especially jamie baby, who now has back to back assists! this is your reputation era, jd! i love you endlessly <3

and to my z-baby, i’m perpetually proud of you and i’m sure you’ll do something productive soon! i love you, always💜 (and you look hot as fuck in purple) (you should buy more purple)

(p.s. did you all really think i’d only post one pic of my mans in the box when he looked that hot in it tonight? guess again! post two coming soon!)

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trevorzegras i can’t tell if i was attacked or loved more in the post but i love you, forever, my sweet girl! (i’ll buy more purple) (i’m not pocket sized! or diminutive! at all! that’s quinn!)

yourusername i’d like to think i had an even balance of love and bullying<3 (you are compared to a 6’4 man!) (quintin’s gonna kill you and i’m going to have to let him)

trevorzegras he wouldn’t dare kill his future brother-in-law! and i’m going to be a the dad to his nieces/newphews/both!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras count your days, zegras

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes THEN YOUR SISTER WON’T HAVE A FATHER FOR HER KIDS!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras she has options

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes no? she doesn’t?

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale would you be the dad to sissy’s kids if i kill trevor?

jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes of course

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras see? options!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale aw, jamie baby! i’m gonna cry!

trevorzegras @/yourusername HE IS NOT GOING TO BE THE DAD TO OUR TWINS

yourusername @/trevorzegras FINE

user76 you’re so real for knowing all of us were acting whoreish over him in the box

yourusername this house is pro whore!

user14 “mwah!” -z in the 5th pic

jamie.drysdale i love YOU endlessly! so happy to have my own professional cheerleader back this year

yourusername wym “back”??? i never stopped being your cheerleader! i’m offended at best

colecaufield @/yourusername i would never do that to you

jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield you’re just mad that quinn asked me to be the dad to the twins

trevorzegras @/colecaufield @.jamie.drysdale I’M THE DAD! I’M THE FATHER! I’M THE BABY DADDY!

yourusername @/trevorzegras wow… jealous much?

colecaufield @/trevorzegras it’s hypothetical! if quinn kills you, then it should be me! i’m best friend number two!

jamie.drysdale @/colecaufield but she wouldn’t have to move if it’s me!

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk congrats! if quinn kills trevor, you get to raise the twins with me as their dad!

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername do you want your own room? or just the nursery and you can sleep with me?

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk we can share the bed!

trevorzegras @/yourusername @.matthew_tkachuk NO

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername NO FAIR

colecaufield @/yourusername RUDE!

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk 10 minutes ago, i lost my dear fiancé, trevor

trevorzegras @/yourusername I’M NOT ACTUALLY DEAD

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk sometimes i can still hear his voice

matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername i’m sorry for your loss

yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk i’m not

trevorzegras @/yourusername divorce.

yourusername @/trevorzegras we can’t get a divorce if i’m a widow

trevorzegras @/yourusername ghost divorce.

user12 HE’S SO CUTE AHH

colecaufield @/trevorzegras wrong 22, bitch

trevorzegras @/colecaufield all’s fair in love and war

yourusername @/trevorzegras i don’t think you used that correctly

colecaufield @/trevorzegras so you admit to cheating?!

trevorzegras @/colecaufield no? there was a war i had to stop, and i love you! i didn’t “cheat”

yourusername @/trevorzegras you definitely didn’t use that correctly

user32 this game was everything to me

user4 Z’S HAIR IN THE 8THE PIC🥵😭

jackhughes @/trevorzegras i can’t believe the father of my future nieces/nephews/both is a criminal…

trevorzegras @/jackhughes you’re one to talk!

jackhughes @/trevorzegras that’s not the point!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m the only one of us that’s not a criminal! none of you should get to see the babies!

yourusername @_quinnhughes i love you so much but trevor is screaming and *i’m* about to kill you

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes you pissed off the princess

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes has she ever threatened your death?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras i don’t think so

jackhughes @_quinnhughes you REALLY pissed off the princess

user47 “i legally have to be on his side” that’s true love baby!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras the war begins

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes you're at 2 games?

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras 2 more than you

yourusername war! war! war! war!

_alexturcotte war! war! war! war!

yourusername @_alexturcotte you? you get me

_quinnhughes @_alexturcotte @/yourusername heathens

yourusername @_quinnhughes you quite literally started this war

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes heathen

user62 Z IS SO CUTE AHH

_alexturcotte céline dion? are you 60?

yourusername i love her

trevorzegras @_alexturcotte what can i say? i love me an older woman

yourusername @/trevorzegras if you have a mommy kink, just say so

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername WHY

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale i just want to make my mans happy! i love him!

trevorzegras @/yourusername forever?

yourusername @/trevorzegras always💜

yourusername

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yourusername soooo..... i couldn't just pick 8 pictures... and then i couldn't just pick 17 pictures... so here's 26 more pictures for a grand total of 34 (not including the penalty count)!

enjoy pictures of:

-z looking unreasonably hot in the penalty box

-z looking unreasonably hot in his plum carpet fit

-his many faces during games

-z attacking aho (#JusticeForJack)

-the scrum turn into a conga line

-jamie baby in his plum carpet fit (he also looks very good! both my boys were in blue <3)

-jamie baby's faces during the game

-jamie baby playing volleyball with the puck

with love,

sissy🤍

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jamie.drysdale NO

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale welcome to the club! i’m so sorry

trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale it could be worse

yourusername no one is safe🫶 ever💜

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i thought you loved me

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale this is how i show love

jackhughes @/jamie.drysdale you should've known this was coming

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes i thought i’d be safe since i didn't get a penalty

colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale good thing you don't get paid for thinking

user3 I'M LOSING MY MIND AT THE CONGA LINE

user46 oh i’m drooling

trevorzegras not all of these pictures are bad ones of me and i’m taking that as a win! i love you, forever💜

yourusername i know! aren't i the sweetest? (i love you, always)

trevorzegras i don't call you my sweet girl for nothing!

jackhughes @/yourusername he's lying to you

yourusername @/jackhughes die.

trevorzegras soooo sweet💜

lhughes_06 @/jamie.drysdale just wait til you get your own post

jamie.drysdale @/lhughes_06 you and jack didn't get one and you two got penalties!

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale i was mad at them at the time!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername be mad at me

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale never.

yourusername @/lhughes_06 p.s. congratulations on losing your nhl penalty virginity!

lhughes_06 @/yourusername why are you like this?

yourusername @/lhughes_06 to make your life more interesting

lhughes_06 @/yourusername my life is interesting!

yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're welcome!

#penalty box series #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x hughes reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras edit #trevor zegras au #quinn hughes #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale imagine #jack hughes #luke hughes #anaheim ducks #cole caufield

[coolemmasulivan2]

Love Wins (Even in Red) | 3

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reporter!Reader

Summary: Fate reunites them under the red lights of Old Trafford. Interviews are frosty, leaving people wondering why. Can Mason forgive Reader for something that happened in the past? Can she win Mason's heart and prove love wins even on red?

Word Count: 3526

Author's Note: You could read part 1 and 2 in my now old blog, but my account was closed by Tumblr, but I still wanted people to read part 3 (even if the other parts have died), so here it is. If you haven't read or don't remember the other parts, I think it's best not to read this one.

Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called And said, "I miss you", I caught it

Your shoes on her feet were pissing you off. Everything about her visit, the bad timing, the unwelcome reminder of the past, was starting to grate. Lily was your little sister, and despite the years of hurt and betrayal, a sliver of love still flickered within you. It would always be there, buried deep, but trust and affection? Those were long gone.

Across the table, your roommate glared at Lily with daggers for eyes. Clare wasn't happy about this surprise visit either and the way she chopped her steak said it all.

Clare's voice, sharp as a knife, cut through the awkward silence. "So, Lily, what brings you here?" 

Lily offered her a smile. "Oh, I just miss Y/n so much! And since she couldn't make it to my graduation, I thought I'd surprise her with a visit. You know, it's been ages!"

You scoffed internally. Lily wasn't the sentimental type, and affection had never been her strong suit. Neither had it been for the rest of your family.

"Right." She managed, forcing a neutral smile. You shot Clare a glance, hoping to restrain her hatred, but your roommate ignored you completely. "How long are you planning to stay?"

"Only three days!" Lily said. "I got a job back in London, going to start next week."

"Oh, that's good."

You stayed silent, picking at your food without much appetite. You could practically hear your mother's voice in your head: "Y/n, don't play with your food!" Your stomach was already churning from the earlier incident, and the awkward dinner atmosphere wasn't helping.

"Y/n? Did you hear me?"

You blinked, startled by your thoughts. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Just wondering how things are going with you. Work? Everything alright?" Her voice dripped with a sweetness you found questionable. Was she mocking you? Or maybe trying to pry about how you were doing with Mason now that he was around?

Across the table, Clare let out a loud scrape as her knife snagged across her plate. The harsh sound did little to hide the tension radiating from her. You could practically see her clench her jaw, trying to control her anger.

"Everything's good," you mumbled, forcing a smile. You didn't want to get into a conversation, especially not with Lily. But the silence felt suffocating, so you offered a bland reply, hoping to deflect further questions.

The Christmas lights twinkled on the tree, casting a warm glow on the richly decorated table. You, recently graduated, sat across from your parents, a nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. You'd finally landed your dream job – a football reporter. Tonight, you wanted to share your accomplishment, to celebrate this pivotal moment in your life with your family.

"So, Y/n," your father started, "tell us all about this 'football reporter' job of yours. Sounds… interesting." His voice held a faint undercurrent of scepticism that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your smile was big. "It is, Dad! I get to meet incredible athletes, analyze the game from a different perspective, share the stories behind the players that make them human, not just statistics on a page…"

"The stories behind the players," your mother echoed, her perfectly manicured red nails tapping a rhythmic counterpoint against the tablecloth. "Like what, exactly? 'Football Star caught eating pizza before the big match'? Don't you think you could be using your talents for something… more important? A doctor, perhaps?"

The air hung heavy, the weight of their disapproval pressing down on you. "Mom, I love this job. It lets me be creative, connect with fans, capture the passion of the sport…"

"Creative?" Your mother mocked. "Medical school, that was clever. Imagine the impact you could've had as a doctor, Y/n, making a real difference in the world."

A heavy silence fell upon the table. Your mother pursed her lips, her disapproval a palpable presence. You glanced at your younger sister, Lily, who sat beside you, seemingly engrossed in her phone, like always.

"At least we still have Lily." Your father finally muttered, a hint of resignation in his voice. "She's on track to become a Lawer, just like we always hoped." His words, though apparently meant to be comforting, only deepened the depth that had grown between you and your family.

You sprawled on your bed, watching a random movie on TV. The awkward dinner had left a sour taste in your mouth, and the tension with Lily still crackled in the air. You sighed, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

The door creaked open, and Clare poked her head in. Her usually bright eyes held a dark glint. "Can I please kill her?" she whispered, gesturing towards the living room where your sister was sleeping.

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "No, Clare, you can't kill her. She's still my sister, even if…" Your voice trailed off, searching for the right words.

Clare walked into the room, closing the door behind her and flopping dramatically onto the bed beside you. "Even if she's a… leech?"

A ghost of a smile played on your lips. "Something like that."

Clare propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze fixed on the flickering TV screen. "But seriously, why do you think she's here? The timing is awfully convenient, wouldn't you say."

You couldn't argue with that. "Maybe she just… missed me?" you offered, the doubt heavy in your voice.

Clare snorted, a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Honey, let's be real. Lily missing anyone besides her phone or free vacations? Not likely."

Her words were harsh, but they held a ring of truth. "So, what do you think she wants? You don't think…" you stammered, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.

"Think what?" Clare prompted, her gaze sharp. "That she's worried about the video being leaked, especially now that Mason plays for United and is practically your neighbour?"

You stared at the ceiling, the image of Mason's smile flashing before your eyes. The idea of Lily sabotaging your relationship with Mason once again filled you with a cold fury.

"Well," you finally said, your voice steely with resolve, "if that's her game, she's underestimated me. I won't let her hold this over my head anymore. It's my time to be happy."

Across the white tablecloth, Olivia's voice buzzed like a nervous bee. "So, my parents dragged me all the way from California to Manchester when I was eight. Talk about culture shock!" Her laugh, light and tinkly, didn't quite reach Mason.

His smile, felt heavy tonight. It was a mask hiding the knot of butterflies twisting in his stomach. The fancy lobster soup in front of him remained untouched, a sad contrast to the vivid picture playing on repeat in his head.

You! Your long hair illuminated by the warm sun, your eyes sparkling when talking about the things you liked and made you happy, your pink soft lips touching his. He could almost feel the warmth of your hands as they brushed against his cheeks, sending a shiver down his spine.

"It must've been tough." He said, moving uncomfortably in his chair.

Olivia, oblivious to his internal baggage, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It was, but Manchester grew on you, you know? There's just this… vibe here. It's electric."

Mason forced a chuckle. Vibe! His brother loved throwing that word around. It was probably the same way he'd described the blind date he had set him up with – "She's got this great vibe, Mase, you'll love her!" But that wasn't what he was feeling.

"So, Mason…" Olivia continued, her smile fading under his distracted gaze. "Tell me about yourself. Is there anything you're passionate about outside of football?"

Mason blinked, pulled back from the memory of your face by Olivia's question. "Uh, well, football obviously takes up a lot of my time, but…" He trailed off, his mind searching for something, anything, to fill the silence. However, he knew he should end the dinner soon, it was not fair to Olivia. Your image always in his mind, vibrant and passionate, made it hard to stay present. "Olivia..." he started.

Olivia's smile faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly. "No worries, Mason. It's clear we're not really on the same page. It's fine."

A real smile finally broke through on Mason's face as they said goodbye. After paying the bill and making sure Olivia got a cab, a wave of relief washed over him. He pulled out his phone, his heart pounding, as he typed a single message to Bruno: "Can you send me Y/n's number?"

The sunlight sliced through the gap in your curtains as panic jolted you awake. A frantic glance at the old clock you still had on your nightstand confirmed your worst fear. You were late. Way late.

Your phone lay lifeless on the nightstand after a tense dinner with Lily. No phone alarm, no clue what time you'd fallen asleep, no idea if you'd missed any messages or calls. Mostly, you worried about work. Being late wasn't your thing.

Throwing off the covers, you launched into a record-breaking morning routine. You put on the first thing you pulled from the closet and practically ran out of the room, searching for your coat. 

A glance towards the kitchen caught you off guard. Breakfast sat on the table, a spread fit for a king compared to your usual morning routine. 

"Good morning!" Lily appeared with a glass of orange juice in her hand. You couldn't help but wonder if you even had oranges in the house.

"Hi," you mumbled, pulling your hair into a messy ponytail. "What's all this?"

She smiled, clearly proud of herself. "Breakfast, silly! Sit down and eat something."

The tempting aroma tickled your nose, but you couldn't. "I can't. I'm already late." You reached for your coat, glimpsing out the window to see that it was raining.

"Oh, I hoped we could talk," Lily said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "You know... without Clare around."

"I'll be back later. We can talk then. Now I really have to go." You grabbed your bag and everything you needed, throwing a hurried goodbye over your shoulder.

"Have a nice day." 

Lily's words echoed in your ears as everything went wrong. You missed the bus, the rain hammered down as you stepped outside, and to top it all off, you'd left your phone uncharging at home in the morning chaos. By the time you finally reached your work, you were soaked to the bone.

When you were finally leaving work, one of your coworkers who witnessed your day of misfortune, took pity on you and offered you a ride home. At least something seemed to be going right. 

Stepping inside the house, the clean, fresh scent greeted you like a warm hug. Lily sat on the couch, laptop open on her lap and a smile on her face.

"Hi, big sis! How did your day go?"

You wanted to scream the first words that came to mind: awful, the worst, horrible. Instead, you settled for a simple, "Busy!"

"Did you clean?" You asked, gesturing to the spotless living room. She nodded. "You didn't have to."

"It's the least I could do."

"Well, thanks." You took your coat, hanging it by the door. "I'm going to take a shower and then we can talk about what you wanted to talk about this morning."

"Okay."

In your room, you tossed your bag onto the bed and flopped down, staring at the ceiling. It had been a long time since a day had gone so wrong, and all you wanted was to sleep and erase it from your memory. But Lily still wanted to talk.

With a sigh, you got up and spotted your phone, still dead, lying on the nightstand where you'd left it. You grabbed the charged cable from your bag and connected them, a flicker of life returning to the screen as the battery symbol lit up.

Grabbing some fresh clothes, you headed to the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the stress. You didn't know how long you stood there, but eventually, the water grew lukewarm, and you stepped out.

Back in the living room, you dropped onto the couch, the TV playing some random show Lily had left on.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

Lily closed her laptop and faced you, her expression serious. You mirrored her posture, sensing the conversation was going to be serious.

"Okay, so, I have some news I haven't shared with you." Confusion clouded your face. She shifted slightly, a sign of nervousness. "Well, I have a boyfriend."

You smiled. "Lily, you're a grown woman, you don't have to tell me about your boyfriends."

She stood up and walked over, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. "This time I do have to tell you." Your silence encouraged her to continue. "You see, it's a serious relationship and... We're engaged!"

Your jaw dropped. You were happy, but deep down there was also a sense of jealousy. So, she was supposed to be happy but you weren't, you thought to yourself. 

"I— I don't know what to say. Congrats!" You opened your arms for a hug, which she returned. "How— how long have you been dating him? I mean, what's his name?"

"His name is John. John Kingsley." Lily said a nervous smile on her face.

The name hung heavy in the air, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. Lily felt a sense of dread as she saw a flicker of recognition in your eyes, her nervous anticipation replaced by fear.

Blood roared in your ears, drowning out everything else. "Professor Kingsley?" you choked out, the words barely a whisper.

Lily's expression was replaced by a grimace of apology. "Yes!" She stammered. She knew the truth would explode, and the fear in your eyes was a reflection of her own.

"How could you?" you said, the anger you'd bottled up for three years finally bursting. "That video, of both of you, forced me away from Mason! He ruined my life!"

"It was not him that blackmailed us."

"Blackmail us? You mean Blackmailed me!" Tears welled up in Lily's eyes, but they did little to extinguish the fire in yours. "How could you even think about marrying-- How old is he?"

She'd known this anger was coming. She still remembered the fear and the disappointment in your eyes as you'd agreed to leave Mason and London behind.

"Y/n, I—" she started, but your voice cut through her like a knife.

"I had to leave Mason," you choked out, your voice thick with unshed tears. "I had to give up everything because of that video. And you're going to marry him?"

"Like I said, It wasn't him that blackmailed you."

The weight of your sacrifice, the years of unspoken hurt, crashed down on you like a tidal wave. "It doesn't matter, Lily! It was because of your video that they were able to blackmail me." You shouted. Lily reached for you, a silent plea for understanding, but you flinched away. "Don't touch me," you whispered, the words laced with ice.

"Y/n, please." she pleaded. "Let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it," you said, your voice trembling with the force you were trying to contain. "I want you to be happy, Lily. Seriously, I do. But I can't be a part of this. Not after everything you two did to me."

Without another word, you grabbed your coat and stormed out of the house. You slammed the front door shut, the rain hitting your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring the world around you. You didn't see the familiar car pull up in front of the house.

Mason.

He approached the house, unaware of your presence as you left the house. He quickly got out of the car, his concern etching on his face as he knocked on the door.

Lily opened the door, a flicker of surprise crossing both of their features. 

"Ahm-- Lily?" He said, unsure of the name. He had only met her once and she didn't exactly look like that young girl anymore.

"Mason? Hi. What are you doing here?" She looked nervous and looked like she'd been crying.

"I've been trying to reach Y/n, but her phone is off. I needed to talk to her."

Lily's eyes darted nervously around, avoiding his gaze. "She's not home."

Disappointment clouded Mason's face. "Oh, okay. I guess I'll try her again later. Thanks anyway." He turned to leave, his shoulders slumped.

But before he could disappear into the rain, Lily spoke up. "Wait, Mason. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He stopped, and a flicker of confusion appeared in his eyes. "Sure." Lily stepped aside, guiding him into the house.

Your breaths mixed in the quiet aftermath, soft sighs escaping your lips. Mason traced a finger along your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You know," he began, his voice husky with tiredness. "Spending time with you it's the best part of my day."

A shy smile bloomed on your face as you ran your fingers slowly on his chest. "Really?"

"Absolutely," he confirmed, his eyes searching yours. "I just... I really like you, Y/n. More than I thought possible."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I... I feel the same way," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "So," You murmured, your voice filled with unspoken hope. "What does that mean for us?"

He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I think," He said, his voice gaining strength. "That maybe we should make things official. Be a couple, you know?"

Your eyes sparkled with joy. "I'd like that more than anything."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss.

Pushing open the front door, you were greeted by an unfamiliar darkness. The dining table was illuminated by the soft glow of two flickering candles, casting the rest of the house into darkness.

"Clare?" you called out, your voice echoing in the silence. No answer. You reached out to find the light switch, but there was no light when you clicked it.

"Clare's not home." a voice startled you from the shadows.

You felt relieved at the familiar voice, and for a moment, the intense emotions you were feeling were pushed aside. "Mason? What are you doing here?"

He stepped closer, the candlelight painting his features in a warm glow. "Been trying to reach you since last night." You remembered your phone, still charging on the nightstand. "Lily opened the door for me." You looked around for any sign of her and Mason could tell. "She's also not here. She left." Good, you thought. "She told me everything. About the video, the blackmail... Why didn't you tell me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the image of his concerned face. "I'm so sorry," you choked out, the apology tumbling from your lips before you could stop it.

He reached out, his fingers gently cupping your cheeks. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I shouldn't have ended things with you." You confessed, your voice thick with regret. "It was Lily's mistake. But then they blackmailed me and I couldn't... I did it to protect her. I had to."

His eyes softened with understanding. "I know. I understand." He said, his voice gentle. "Hell, I would have done the same for my family." The tears came harder then, a torrent of relief and regret. He pulled you close, his embrace a safe place in the darkness. You missed his hugs. "Don't cry, please." He murmured, his fingers stroking your hair. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry." You murmured against his chest. "I broke your heart and you didn't deserve it." 

"Stop that." He whispered. "Look, romantic dinner by candlelight wasn't exactly the plan, but the power's out, so..."

A choked laugh escaped your lips. "I missed you. Every single day." You admitted, the words tumbling out before you could hold them back any longer.

His smile, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, was the most beautiful thing you'd seen in days. "I missed you more." He confessed, his voice husky with emotion.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that tasted of forgiveness, relief, and a love that had never truly died. It was a slow, and tender kiss, filled with unspoken promises of a future where nothing, not blackmail, not family drama, would ever tear you apart again. As you pulled away, his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear.

"No more goodbyes, okay?" He said, his voice firm with resolve. "We'll face everything together. Always." You nodded, a new strength blooming in your chest. No more running, no more hiding. 

He leaned in once more, his eyes searching yours. "Mason?" You murmured. "I love you. I always did." 

"I love you too. Since the first moment that I saw you." You locked your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. The future, with him by your side, was all that mattered now.

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[talkdutchtome]

Glitch- chapter four

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

warning . . . tbd )

series masterlist . . . available here )

a/n . . . the timeline of races to football season is going to be a bit whacked i'm not going to lie to you all, but i think i've settled on going for what works better for the plot rather than how it happens in real life, so turn a blind eye to that please <3 )

After that night in the hotel room, Y/N and Mason tried their best to return to normal, however even though Mason had apologized, and Y/N had forgiven him; the pair didn’t really know how to correctly navigate their friendship now everything was out in the open. Could they go back to how it was before? Mason didn’t think that was likely, even if they wanted to. For that exact reason, they had not spent time together just the two of them since coming home from Spain. There had been a group party that they had both attended and hung out together at, but spending time alone was something neither of them knew how to navigate so it was avoided. That was until it was unavoidable at least; with the season rapidly approaching, Mason started to need the assistance of his, well his assistant. 

Y/N was thankful to get the call from Mason saying he needed her help with organizing a charity event, she missed her best friend. Even when they had seen each other at the party, there were so many people there they didn’t get to spend much time together. She did feel some apprehension as to how well they would be able to work together after everything, but thankfully 5 minutes into the workday and things felt like everything was back to normal. The pair of them had always worked really well together, and when that remained it was clear just how much it meant to them both. 

A little while into arranging the event with Mason, Y/N received a text that made her stomach flutter.  

Max Verstappen  

Hey Y/N, A little bit last minute but I’m in London tonight, I’d love to see you.  

Y/N hadn’t heard from Max since she got back from Spain, she had assumed that whatever spark there was between them was destined to just fizzle out. The timing and circumstances couldn’t be worse after all. Yet as she looked down at her phone, she couldn’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach. She had really liked Max when they spent time together during that weekend, and she did want to spend more time with him now. But it was complicated, her situation with Mason was complicated, the distance between her and Max was complicated. It seemed like everything was pointing towards that she should just ignore the message; apart from the fact that she really actually wanted to see him. 

. 

Nervously, Y/N hesitated. Her mind raced with thoughts about Mason, their evolving friendship, and the potential implications of seeing Max again. A part of her still harbored feelings for Mason, and the prospect of complicating things further left her in a state of uncertainty. But, after a brief internal struggle, she decided to go for it 

Fighting a hesitant smile, she typed a response. 

Y/N Y/L/N 

Hi, yeah I’m free tonight, would be great to see you. 

As she sent the message, a mix of excitement and anxiety flooded her. She couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach, but the prospect of seeing Max again also stirred a concoction of conflicting emotions. 

Meanwhile, Mason noticed Y/N engrossed in her phone, a subtle smile playing on her lips. He couldn't help but wonder who she was texting, and the hesitation to ask lingered. But, despite his curiosity, he opted to keep the question unspoken, allowing Y/N her moment of privacy. After his behaviour recently, he knew he needed to prove that he had changed and questioning her about who she was talking to would be the opposite of that.    

As they continued working on the charity event details, Mason couldn't shake the feeling that Y/N seemed a little distracted. Her mind, usually razor-focused on their tasks, appeared to be elsewhere. 

After they wrapped up their work, Mason, trying to lighten the mood, suggested a movie night. "Hey, want to do a movie night tonight?" he asked, a hint of anticipation in his voice. 

Y/N's response, however, caught him off guard. "I'd like to, but I'm busy tonight," she replied, avoiding eye contact. 

Mason's enthusiasm deflated, and he simply responded with a dejected, "Oh, okay." His assumption that she was dodging spending time with him sunk in, and a subtle disappointment clouded his expression. 

Noticing Mason's reaction, Y/N realized he misunderstood. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to set things straight. "Actually, I'm seeing Max tonight," she admitted, her tone carefully neutral. 

Mason's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, is it like a date or something?" he asked, trying to sound casual. 

Y/N shrugged, a mix of uncertainty and honesty in her response. "I don't really know, Mason. We're just hanging out." 

Mason's expression shifted. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back, opting for a forced smile. "Alright, have a good time," he mumbled, a hint of disappointment still lingering. 

Feeling the weight of the moment, Y/N decided to address the unspoken tension. "We can do that movie night tomorrow if you're up for it," she suggested, hoping to salvage the plans and the mood. 

Mason, trying to mask his feelings, managed a half-smile. "Sure, sounds good." 

Despite the agreement, an unspoken layer of complexity settled between them. Mason knew that he had no right to feel disappointed that Y/N was seeing Max again, although strangly enough, that did little to comfort him. He didn’t even really understand why he felt this way, all he knew was that thinking of Y/N on a date with Max Verstappen made him feel like he had just swallowed a bunch of razorblades.  

Getting ready for a date that you didn’t know even if it was a date was not easy, as Y/N quickly found out. She truly did not know what vibe she needed to aim for, was it two friends hanging out casually or was it a real, romantic date? Y/N had absolutely no idea, eventually settling on the fact that it would be better to be overdressed than underdressed. She carefully selected an outfit, giving thought to every detail. As she applied a touch of makeup and styled her hair, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of nervousness in her stomach. 

In the midst of getting ready, she noticed a text from Reece come through. 

Reece James 

Mason just told me that you have a date tonight?? Go you!! Let me know how it goes 

Y/N smiled to herself, if there was one good thing to come from the past few weeks it was the fact that her friendship with Reece had grown a lot. Before, they got along well but never really spoke to each other outside of group gatherings. But when Mason found out about Y/N’s crush and reacted badly, Reece had been there for Y/N and helped her a lot, and since then they had just gotten closer and closer. The fact that he cared enough to message her about it made her heart swell, although she did question as to why Mason told him in the first place.  

When Y/N arrived at the venue that Max had given her the address to, she had to take a second look to make sure she got the right place, it was one of the fanciest restaurants she had ever been to. The entrance of the restaurant was adorned with intricately carved wooden doors, their deep mahogany finish exuding an air of timeless elegance. As she stepped inside, the plush carpet underfoot whispered luxury with each silent footfall. 

The dim lighting of the foyer cast a warm glow, creating a sense of intimacy that enveloped the space. Ornate chandeliers, suspended from the high ceiling, glittered like cascading waterfalls of crystals, their reflections dancing on polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with carefully curated artwork, each piece contributing to the ambiance of sophistication. 

Moving deeper into the restaurant, Y/N couldn't help but admire the attention to detail in the decor. The tables, dressed in crisp, white linen, bore silverware that gleamed under the soft glow of candlelight. Crystal glasses sparkled in the ambient light, catching reflections of the flickering flames. 

If the restaurant didn’t make her nervous enough, the second she caught sight of Max waiting at their table she felt anxiety settle at the bottom of her stomach. She couldn’t help but second guess herself and her decision to come tonight. Max stood up to greet her as soon as he saw her with a dazzling smile plastered across his face, his eyes lighting up with genuine joy as he pulled her into a warm embrace. 

The dim lighting played on Max's features, casting a romantic glow that made the moment feel almost cinematic. His playful yet flirtatious tone conveyed a sense of intimacy as he admitted,  

"Hey, Y/N. I’ve missed you." The words lingered in the air and Y/N couldn't help but blush at the unexpected intimacy. "I missed you too, Max," she replied, the air between them charged with a subtle energy. Almost immediately she felt assured that she had made the correct choice to see him again.  

As the evening unfolded in the lavish restaurant, Max, still holding Y/N close in conversation, apologized for taking a while to message her. "I've been swamped with work," he confessed, a hint of regret in his voice. Y/N, appreciating his honesty, reassured him with a smile. "No worries, Max. I'm just glad to hear from you." 

They delved into the menu, ordering an array of exquisite dishes and selecting a fine wine to complement the evening. As they waited for their meal, the atmosphere between them remained warm and inviting. Max, ever the conversationalist, leaned in with genuine curiosity.  

"So, how have you been? What have you been up to?" 

Y/N shared the highlights of her days, mentioning that she was working with Mason earlier that day to arrange a charity event. Max's expression shifted slightly, as if he wanted to ask a question, but he chose to redirect the conversation instead. "That sounds like important work. Good on you. Do you enjoy your work?” 

Y/N sensed the unspoken curiosity but didn't press further. Instead, she answered, “I do yeah, working with Mason is great fun we get along really well. Of course, I never planned to be a personal assistant for this long; it was supposed to be a temporary job when I first moved to London initially but that.. Well, that obviously didn’t happen”  

“What did you want to do when you moved to London then?” Max asked with genuine interest, surprising Y/N a bit, she wouldn’t have thought that Max Verstappen, a multi-millionaire Formula One driver who spends his life travelling the world in luxury, would be happy having a conversation so dull and insignificant as she thought this one was. Yet here he was doing exactly that.  

Y/N hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. "It's kind of silly," she admitted, her gaze momentarily dropping. Max, sensing there was more to the story, pressed on with a playful grin. "Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won't laugh." 

After a moment of contemplation, Y/N sighed and locked eyes with him. "You really promise?" 

Max nodded sincerely. "Cross my heart. I won't laugh." 

With a shy smile, Y/N finally revealed, "I wanted to be a model. That's why I moved to London." 

Instead of amusement, Max's expression shifted to genuine surprise. "Why would you think I'd laugh? You're incredibly beautiful, Y/N. I can totally see you as a model." 

Y/N blushed, taken aback by his unexpected support. "I don't know. It just seemed like a silly dream." 

Max shook his head, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "Not silly at all. You'd be amazing." 

Encouraged by his response, Y/N couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Max. You know, I’ve never actually told anyone that before. 

Max, intrigued by the unexpected revelation, couldn't help but ask, "Why did you tell me if you haven't shared this with anyone before?”  

The question took Y/N aback for a moment. She paused, reflecting on the spontaneity of her confession. After a thoughtful moment, she looked at Max with sincerity in her eyes. "I really don't know. I guess I just feel so comfortable around you that it makes me think I can tell you anything." 

Max's smile widened, a warmth spreading across his face. Y/N could see that her revelation meant a lot to him. 

As the evening progressed, the subject seamlessly transitioned to Formula One, a shared passion that sparked animated discussions. Max, recalling their time in Spain, remarked, "I remember that you said it was your first live race. How did you find it?" 

Y/N's face lit up as she recalled the thrill of the race. "I enjoyed it a lot. The atmosphere, the speed—everything was amazing." 

Max, a playful glint in his eye, leaned in a bit closer. "Well, if I invite you to another race, would you come?" 

Y/N giggled, catching the flirty undertone. "Hmm, I could probably be persuaded to come," she teased.  

The evening quickly drew to a close and the pair began to finish off their meal and savor the last sips of the wine that Max had chosen. The ambiance of the restaurant lingered in the air, creating a space where conversations shifted effortlessly between light banter and more serious reflections. 

Max, his demeanor taking on a more serious note, looked at her with a contemplative expression. 

"Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a question?" 

Y/N, sensing the shift in atmosphere, felt a twinge of worry but nodded. "Of course, Max. Ask away." 

Max took a moment before posing the question that had been on his mind. "I just wanted to know what the situation is between you and Mason, I noticed that in Spain it seemed like there was some hostility between you and him, especially when it came to you spending time with me.” 

Y/N, caught slightly off guard, hesitated for a moment. She could sense that Max was genuinely concerned, and his straightforward approach deserved an honest response, but she just didn’t know what to say.  

In the time that Y/N took to think, Max spoke up again. “It’s just that, I’m really starting to like you; but if there’s something between you and Mason, I don’t want to come between anything you guys have.” 

“There isn’t.” she started speaking. “Well not really. Mason and I have been friends for a long time, best friends. And during that time, I started to develop feelings for him. I tried to keep it hidden but he found out just before we left for Spain and he didn’t take it well. He made it clear that nothing would ever happen between us, but he also seemed to get really annoyed at the way I felt”  

Max’s expression was unreadable as she continued. “It’s complicated, really complicated. We’re working on getting our friendship back to how it was before, but it’s not been easy. All Mason and I are ever going to be is friends, and I’m starting to really like you too. But I understand that its’a a pretty awkward situation, so if you want to leave I understand.” 

Max's expression remained unreadable, and for a moment, Y/N thought he might be considering leaving. However, to her surprise, he stood up. Her heart sank, assuming that he was about to make an exit, and she tried to hide her disappointment behind a polite smile. 

But instead of walking away, Max extended his hand toward her. Confusion filled Y/N's eyes as she looked at his outstretched hand. Max met her gaze and spoke with a gentle smile, "Come on, I want to take you to my favorite part of London." 

Relief and surprise washed over Y/N as she realized he wasn't leaving. She took his hand, feeling a sense of curiosity bubbling within her. 

A short car ride later, Max and Y/N arrived at a hidden gem of a coffee shop nestled in the heart of London. The exterior exuded a quaint charm, with ivy climbing the brick façade and a small, hand-painted sign welcoming patrons inside. As they stepped through the door, a soft chime announced their entry, and the cozy ambiance enveloped them. 

The interior was a delightful blend of rustic and eclectic, with exposed brick walls adorned with strings of fairy lights casting a warm glow. Mismatched wooden tables and chairs created an intimate setting, each piece seeming to have its own story to tell. Vintage-style lamps with patterned shades added a touch of nostalgia, and the air was infused with the rich scent of freshly ground coffee beans. 

The counter, adorned with handwritten chalkboard and small potted plants, beckoned them to explore the offerings. Quirky artwork hung from the walls, ranging from local artists' pieces to hand-drawn illustrations that added to the uniqueness of the place. Soft jazz tunes played in the background, creating a backdrop of soothing melodies. 

Max, with a genuine smile, gestured around the coffee shop. "This is one of my favorite spots in London. I found it on one of my first trips here for factory work, and I've loved it ever since." 

As they settled into a cozy corner, Max leaned, speaking softly. "I took you to that fancy restaurant because that's what you're supposed to do on dates, but truthfully, I wanted to bring you here. There’s just something about this place." 

Y/N took in the charming details, appreciating the unique character of the coffee shop. "It looks absolutely lovely," she remarked sincerely. 

Max grinned. "They make the best hot chocolate you will ever taste here; can I get you one?." 

Approaching the counter, Max ordered two of their signature hot chocolates and as they settled in, the coffee shop transformed into a cozy haven—a perfect setting for a more relaxed and intimate continuation of their evening. 

As they drunk their drinks, Y/N couldn't help but express her wonder. "Max, how is it that someone who doesn't even live in London finds such amazing places? I've lived here for years and never stumbled upon somewhere this nice." 

Max chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. "I've always had a knack for finding those hidden gems. It's a talent, really. I've got plenty of spots like this in Monaco. I'd love to show you around sometime." 

Y/N's eyes widened at the mention of Monaco, a place she had always dreamed of visiting. "Monaco? That sounds amazing, but you know, it's not the kind of place I can afford on an assistant's salary." 

Max's smile remained, genuine and inviting. "You should come with me one day. Seriously." 

The unexpected proposal made Y/N's heart race a bit. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly, and the idea of jetting off to Monaco felt like a whirlwind. She managed a tentative smile and replied, "Yeah uh, maybe one day." 

As the conversation lingered, Y/N suddenly found herself panicking. It felt like a lot was happening too fast, and she needed a moment to process. "It's getting late, and I have work tomorrow," she explained. "I've really enjoyed tonight, Max. Thank you." With a kiss on his cheek, she excused herself and left the coffee shop. 

Walking home, Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She truly didn’t know what to do, she really liked Max, but things were moving really fast. Sighing, she took out her phone, found the contact she was looking for and dialed the number.  

"Hey, I know it's late, but can I come round?" 

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[yoyokslut]

Dress.

Mason Mount x singer reader

Word count: 4461 words.

Summarize: He must like you for you.

A/n: ummm I got carried away again. Hope you like it @ithinkimokeei 🫶🏻

Your friend was throwing a party at her house tonight, she wanted to cheer you up and thought a gathering was a good idea.

"But I don't wanna go," you said pouting through the phone although she couldn't see you.

"You're gonna have a nice time I promise, girl. It's time you start socializing again with the world," she joked.

It was almost a year since everyone seemed to turned against you, everyone called you a liar about a stupid rumour and even though you defended yourself on all platforms and gave your version of the story, no one believed it... Except for your true friends and family.

"I don't know, I don't think I'm ready, Sophie," you said doubtful.

"Pretty please, do it for me, I'll be by your side... Like always," you smiled, it was true, she was a real friend.

"Fine, you win, just because I love you,"

"I'll be waiting for you, now go get ready," she said hanging up.

-

You opted for a black short sleeved dress with a pair of heels, did your makeup as quickly as you could and head up to your friends'.

«Only bought this dress so you could take it off» just got to your head, sometimes random lyrics would pop up and you would either record/write them in your phone or paper.

You pulled up at Sophie's and texted her since you saw a lot of people at her house, and your social anxiety was creeping in.

you: hey, I'm outside your house:)

Sophie: was expecting this message, coming for ya:)

you: okay, thank you<3

"Hey, sweetie, you wanna come in by the backyard door, don't you?" she said hugging you. This was an old habit you had, every time you texted her when you got there, she knew it meant your social anxiety was there, and needed a couple of minutes to calm down and try to interact with people.

After entering the house, you hid yourself in the kitchen trying to mentalize yourself before chatting. A few time passed and you started walking around talking to people you knew, about their lives and what they've been up to, until you saw him.

Tall, brunette, brown eyed guy with a buzz cut, he was wearing a black hoodie, jeans and white nike sneakers.

Flashback when you met me

Your buzz cut

«Damn, he's so ho- shit he's looking at me too» he catched you eyeing him and smiled at you while you blushed and broke eye contact.

"His name is Mason Mount," you turned around looking at Sophie with forrowed brows as if asking how do you know?

"Chelsea footballer and one of my boyfriend's friends,"

"Oh" you said looking at him again.

"I can introduce you to him if you want-"

"No!" you said cutting her off.

"Why not? He looks nice," she said shrugging.

"What if he doesn't wanna talk to me? I bet he's aware about my reputation," you said looking away from him "I don't think he wants to be involved with someone like me,"

"But, what if he wants to know you by you and not what the media says? You're a great person, remember what we learned with all of this? Fuck social media and haters, you are amazing, sweetie," you smiled and hugged her.

"You're always so nice to me, always there for me thank you for not leaving me. It makes me think you like me," you joked.

"Well, I don't have other friends so," she raised her brows and you laughed "Let me know if you change your mind about him," you nodded and head outside.

Standing there arms crossed just admiring at the sky, the stars and the moon.

"Hey," you heard an unfamiliar voice.

You turned around and there he was, standing next to you with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey," you said smiling back.

"Too much people for your liking?"

"Definitely, but I'll get used to it again, I hope,"

"Well to be fair, I feel like there's too much people in there too," he nodded.

"You seem like that kind of person who likes to be in crowded rooms tho," you smiled.

"Yeah I do but sometimes it gets a little too much,"

"I agree,"

"I like your hair, this colour suits you," he said tugging it behind your ear.

And my hair bleached

"Thank you, although I don't think I'd bleach it again. I like yours, it suits you as well," you wanted to touch it, but hesitated whether he would be okay or not, he grabbed your hand and rubbed it softly against his hair.

"Thank you, although I don't think I'd do buzz cut again," he said quoting you and you both chuckled "Listen um, I saw you a couple of minutes ago and I think you're pretty and I was wondering if it's okay with you, would you like to go on a date with me?" he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"You really wanna go on a date with me?" you asked frowning.

"Yes, why not?" he frowned this time.

"Have you not be reading what's on internet? I don't think so, because otherwise you wouldn't even be talking to me," you said lowering your head.

"Yes I have read some stuff, but I don't wanna know you throughout them, I wanna like you for you. You probably already have friends and family by your side, if you allow me, I can be one too, I don't think you ever did something wrong or bad, they just twisted everything and make you see like the bad one. I think you're nice and a good person and if you let me, I know I'll find it out by myself,"

Even in my worst times

You could see the best of me

"I really appreciate everything you said, thank you for not believing in that, I think you really earned that date," you winked.

"You won't regret it, I promise, would you give me your number?"

"Sure," you said pulling out your phone.

"Oh and I'm Mason by the way," he introduced himself formally.

"I'm Y/n,"

"Y/n, it's pretty, like you," he winked.

Say my name and everything just stops

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“PICNIC DATES” — Texas McCormick

PAIRING: Texas McCormick x GN!Reader

GENRE: Romance

SUMMARY: Texas decides that your first date should be a picnic date.

WORDCOUNT: 1.8k

A/N: I LOVE TEXAS MCCORMICK!!!! I will say though,, don’t rlly like this fic tbh. Anywho!! Requested by @mictodii and proofread by @lu-vin-it !!

YOU AND TEX HAD BEEN DATING FOR A month. And, this being Tex’s first relationship, he didn’t want to screw anything up. He wanted everything to go perfectly, especially dates.

“Mace, me and Y/N been dating for a month! Can you believe that? One whole month!” Texas exclaims to his brother, his crooked smile showing how proud he was. Mason doesn’t pay much attention, instead he continues on reading the newspaper.

“Yeah? You take ‘em on a date?” He asks.

“A date? Of—“ Tex thinks for a second. “Of course I took them on a date already, c'mon man!”

In reality? Texas McCormick had never taken you on a date, not yet at least. It hadn’t even crossed his mind until then.

“You ain’t a very good liar, Tex.” Mason looks up at his younger brother, a smirk plastered across his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? I’ve taken Y/N on a date! Why don’t you believe me?” He pouts slightly.

“Well first off, if you did already you didn’t tell me, and I know you woulda told by now. You’re head over heels for Y/N, so if anything, you’d be braggin’ about it.”

Tex looks away, embarrassed. Mace goes back to reading nonchalantly.

“Well, well just watch! I’ll take them on a date!” Texas says as he stomps off to his room.

The next day, Tex walked up to you in the hallways at school and started a conversation, as always.

“Say, Y/N.” He says after you move on from your most recent topic.

“Yeah? Everything okay?” You ask him.

“How ‘bout we go on a date tonight, huh? For our one month?” He suggests. You smile widely.

“Of course we can! Whatdya wanna do?”

“Uhh,” he thinks for a moment, nervously rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Let’s go on a picnic! Down at that meadow, a little ways away from my house.” You nod and set a specific time— tonight at 8PM.

“Am I bringing the food, or are you?” You ask.

“I could, but—“

“I’ll bring it.” You interrupt him, already knowing that he's going to make up an excuse as to why he can’t bring the food.

“Wha- no, I will! I can do it!” You chuckle in response.

“Alright, but I’m bringing at least somethin’” you say. It was mostly so you don’t feel bad that Tex had to provide everything.

After you finished your painfully boring day at school, you went home. By then, it was about 3:30PM; you had 4 hours and 30 minutes.

Your mom came out of her room, so you decided to ask her now before it was too late.

“Hey, mom!” You said, catching her attention. She looked at you, wondering what was the matter. “Can I go out with Tex tonight? Like, at 8? He wants to take me to a picnic.” She placed her hands on her hips and sighed.

“We won’t be back late, I promise! ‘N dad won’t have to take care of Banjo at all this week, I’ll do it all myself!” You said, trying to convince your mother to let you go.

“You’re supposed to be doin’ that already. She’s your horse.” You shrunk slightly.

There was an awkward silence until your mom broke it by sighing once more.

“Go ahead, but if you ain’t in this house by 10 I’m havin’ your father lock you out, you’ll sleep on the porch.” She rolled her eyes. You chuckled at her remark.

You let a few hours pass, and by now it was 6:30. You decided that you would get ready now, because you wanted to look and feel your best for your first date with your boyfriend. Suddenly, you got an idea to make cookies for Tex.

Cookies were his all time favorite food. Sometimes, you think he loved them more than he loved you. He would always go on about how much he craved cookies, and how his favorite cookies were chocolate chip. So that’s what you made.

You got all of your ingredients in order and began to make the dough. After that was done, you rolled them into small balls and placed them on a sheet. By now, it was getting close to 7, so you popped the cookies in the oven, set the timer for 20 minutes, and went to go get ready.

You hopped in the shower, making sure you used your best smelling body wash. After about 10 minutes, you got out and went to get dressed.

You took a while deciding on what to wear, but ultimately decided on your nicest pair of riding jeans, a navy blue button up, and Tex’s denim jacket that you stole from him a while back.

After you were done, you went to the kitchen and, right on time, the kitchen timer dinged— indicating that the cookies were done baking.

You grabbed an oven mitt and put it on, pulling the cookie sheet out.

The cookies looked delicious. They were a perfect golden brown, and not too hard, but also not too mushy. You smiled proudly and set them on the counter to cool off.

You threw the mitt on the counter next to the cookies and turned the oven off.

Then, you found a wicker basket. After another 10 minutes, the cookies were cooled off and ready to be eaten. So, you took a spatula and after getting them off the cookie sheet, you placed them delicately on a plate from your cupboard and then put the plate in the basket, leaving it on the counter and going to get Banjo ready.

You rushed out to the stable, excited to see your horse.

“Hey, Banjo!” You greeted the animal. She neighed in response.

After giving her some praise, you began to get her ready. You placed her saddle on her and tightened it around her stomach.

“Ready to go see your boyfriend, huh?” You asked her, chuckling at your joke. “Yeah, me too.”

After getting your horse saddled up, you went back inside to grab the basket. Before heading out the door, you grabbed a handful of carrots from your fridge and tossed them in your basket as well.

You went to the stables again, basket in hand, and balanced the food carefully on a thick fence, jumping up onto Banjo. You had her walk to the fence where the food was sitting and grabbed it, holding onto it carefully.

It was getting pretty close to 8, so you had Banjo hurry to Tex’s house, it only being a little ways from your house— since you both had horses, you both had to live out of town, making you essentially faraway neighbors.

Banjo trotted to Tex’s house, making it annoying to hold the basket still.

“You’re so stubborn, Banjo, can’t you just hold still?” You asked her as if she knew what you were saying.

Before you knew it, it was 7:58 and you were entering Tex’s yard. Mace was on the porch talking with Lem, Banjo walked up past the cars and you stopped her.

“Hey, Mace!” You said to him. He stopped his conversation with Lem and stood up to talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N, been a while huh?” He asked you.

“Mhm! Is Tex here?”

“Oooh shit!” Lem said. “Tex got someone? Huh?” You giggled.

“Uh huh,” you said as you subconsciously pet your horse.

“I don’t think we ever met,” Lem says as he walks over to you. “I��m Lem— one of Tex and Mace’s buddies. Bet you already figured that though, huh?” You smiled and nodded.

“I’m Y/N! Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself. Mason then informed you that Tex was getting Rowdy ready to go right now.

You went out to the back and shouted for your boyfriend.

He then came out of the dark stable on Rowdy, a basket in hand just like you.

“Hey, babe.” He said, his smile widening. “Was gettin’ scared, I didn’t think you’d show up.” You scoffed.

“You really think that low of me, Texas McCormmick?” You asked

“Well, no, I just— Y’know, it was getting near 8! I just thought you forgot or somethin’.” Tex rambled off, making you laugh.

“Let’s go, you got a blanket?” You asked him.”

“Uh huh.”

With that, you said your goodbyes to Lem and Mace and went off to a nearby meadow. On your ride there, Tex took notice of your basket.

“What’s in there?” He asked you, pointing to it.

“Surprise.” You smirked at him. He scoffed.

When you reached your destination, it was nice and quiet, the only sounds being a stream of water and crickets chirping.

The two of you hopped off your horses and Tex laid the quilt out on the ground, making sure it was perfect. To your surprise, he also pulled out 2 candles and a lighter. You giggled when you saw them.

“What??” He asked innocently. “It’s gonna get dark out, we need them!”

When he lit the candles, you sat down with him.

“Did you bring food?” You asked him.

“Course I did, see?” Tex showed you the food he brought.

Grapes, potato chips, and sliced apples. You laughed aloud at the assortment of food. Tex furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s so funny??” He asked you, confused.

“Nothin, nothin.” You said as you stopped laughing and pulled your basket near you.

“I made us cookies!” Tex’s face lit up and he smiled wider than ever.

“Hell yea! I love cookies!” He cheered as he dug through the basket, throwing the carrots aside.

“Oh yeah, those are for Rowdy and Banjo.”

Tex immediately dug into the cookies, taking about 3 at a time.

“Hey, hey!” You shouted at him. “Geez, save some for me!” He laughed as he bit into his first sweet.

“These are real good, Y/N. Thanks for bringin ‘em.” He thanked you as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. You mirrored him so that you were facing each other.

“Tex, what made you think of a picnic, out of all things?” You asked out of genuine curiosity.

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I just thought it would be somethin’ you liked. And of course we had to bring Rowdy and Banjo along.” Texas motioned to the horses as they grazed next to the two of you.

“I see.” You then changed your position so you were laying flat on your back and looking at the stars. Tex followed your eyes and that brought him to the sky, aswell.

“Stars are nice and bright out, huh? No clouds.” He commented. You nodded in silence.

Tex then brought himself to lay with you, placing his head gently on your stomach. You instinctively grabbed his hair and began playing with it. It was nice and silky, his hair was one of your many favorite things about him.

There was a moment of silence before Texas asked you, “How’s this for a first date? Did we do good?”

“I love it, Tex.” You responded softly. “You did good. I love you.” Texas chuckled.

“A lot of people do.” You flicked the side of his head.

“Ow! Cut that out!”

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THE PLANE THAT TOOK YOU

↳ PAIRING. mason mount x fem!singer reader

↳ WARNINGS. none?

↳ SONG INSPO. come back…be here (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

masterlist! | requesting guidelines!

a/n!

i honestly don’t remember how far apart london and manchester i just know it’s not that far are so for the sake of this they are so he takes a plane.

you said it in a simple way

4am the second day

how strange that i don’t know you at all

“you can’t just leave mase” you yelled through tears as he was finishing packing the rest of his stuff to be shipped to his house in manchester.

“you could come with, you know” he spoke calmly trying not to infuriate you even more.

“mase either way i have to go back to new york for a little bit because of my management team meetings i can’t come with you” you said a little calmer than before

“babe, it’ll be okay it’s not like we’re gonna breakup” he looked up at you

he was right you weren’t going to breakup but you definitely didn’t want to tempt fate.

stumbled through the long goodbye

one last kiss, then catch your flight

right when i was about to fall

he had drove to the airport with you in the passenger seat.

you dreaded the goodbye between you too althoughit wasn’t a goodbye it was more of a see you later.

you both arrived to the airport both getting out of the car.

“well i’ll definitely see you later” he spoke softly

“mhm” you hummed tears forming in your eyes

he quickly pull you into a long and tight hug.

“hey, i’ll see you in manchester in 2 months it’s not that long” he whispered before kissing your forehead then letting go.

you both share one last kiss before he walks inside and quickly disappears in the foot traffic of the airport.

i told myself, don’t get attached

but in the my mind, i play it back

spinning faster than the plane that took you

the drive home felt longer than usual

with tears still in your eyes you finally get home

you turn off your car and head inside throwing you keys on the counter and heading upstairs to start packing for your own flight to new york.

after 3 hours you had finished packing you were now sitting on the couch watching a random movie that was on.

eventually falling asleep on the couch.

i don’t wanna miss you like this

come back, be here

come back, be here

i guess you’re in new york today

you were now on the way to the airport again passing through security and finally getting to your gate.

the flight was long as expected you ended up sleeping for the most part.

as soon as you knew it you were walking through the airport in new york ready to go to your new york home.

i don’t wanna need you this way

come back, be here

come back, be here

you grabbed a taxi to head home finally arriving at your home.

your phone buzzed you pulled it from your jean pocket and read the message.

Mase💙

hey love, i wanted to call you earlier but i knew you had your flight today so i didn’t, call me when you can ❤️.

you smiled at the message telling yourself you’ll call him tonight.

the delicate beginning rush

the feeling you can know so much

without knowing anything at all

and now that i can put this down

if i had known what i know now

i never would have played so nonchalant

you now had a few meetings to attend to about your next tour, merchandise, and your music.

you had taken your car and drove to your teams office.

after getting out of the meetings you had decided to grab dinner on your way home.

taxi cabs and busy streets

that never bring you back to me

i can’t help but wish you took me with you

the streets were busy per usual being new york.

you had stopped at one of your favorite food places in new york now you were heading home.

missing him was an understatement.

you had wished you went with him trying to think why you didn’t get on that plane with him.

this is falling in love in the cruelest way

this is falling for you when you are worlds away

in new york, be here

but your in london and i break down

‘cause it’s not fair that your not around

you finally got home and wasting no time you pressed to facetime button and he picked up almost instantly.

which led you to tears you didn’t realize how much you missed him until you saw his face.

only 2 months to go till you get to see him face to face.

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Fandom/Pairing: The Wayhaven Chronicles/ Felix Hauville x f!detective (Mila Wilson)

Rating: Explicit 🔞 minors dni

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Felix spends the night with the detective after her welcome home party at the end of book 3

A/N: This is purely self indulgent as I haven't been able to stop thinking about Felix after going through his route for the first time, and I honestly feel that F doesn't get anywhere near enough attention! So here, have some smut, sandwiched between fluff, with a tiny bit of angst.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to help you tidy up?" Tina slurs over her shoulder as Verda tries to guide her out of the apartment.

"I'm sure, Tina," Mila replies. "You organised the whole thing, so no cleaning up for you. Besides, I think bed is the best place for you right now."

"I'm barely even tipsy." She tries her best to walk in a straight line, but stumbles, knocking her leg on the edge of the coffee table. "Ouch!"

Mason lets out a snigger and Nate glares at him before turning to Verda, "I'll help you to make sure she gets home safely."

Verda gives him an appreciative nod.

"Thank you both," Mila shouts out after them as they open the front door and walk Tina out.

"I'm gonna stay to help Mila," Felix announces, as Adam and Mason head for the door.

"Okay, I'll see you when you're back," Adam says, then glances over at Mila. "Goodnight, Agent Wilson," he nods, before turning back towards the exit. Her new title seems to flow freely from his lips, resulting in a rush of warmth to her chest. Feeling accepted by Unit Bravo means more to her than she could possibly express, and she's well and truly part of the team now.

"Enjoy," Mason smirks. Felix shoves him out the door, but Mila notices that he's trying to conceal a smile as he does so. Their playfulness with each other never fails to entertain her.

Felix closes the door and presses his back against it. Their eyes meet and they hold the gaze for a moment, sending Mila's heart into a flutter, which is the case for pretty much any time she's in Felix's company. She bites her lip in anticipation...

"Right, let's get tidying then," he says, pushing off the door, and Mila almost lets out a disappointed groan.

He grabs a bag and starts to shove random bits of rubbish into it. Mila stands on the spot, enjoying the view as he bends to pick things up off the floor. Then he catches her looking. "You know, this cleaning up would be done much quicker if you helped," he winks.

"Well to be honest, I didn't think you were actually planning to help tidy," she replies.

"Why wouldn't I?" He does a very exaggerated stretch up to unpin a decoration from the ceiling, causing his top to lift, revealing several inches of his toned stomach.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you" she giggles.

"I know how you love to look at me, I thought I'd give you a bit of a show," he smirks.

She walks over to him, taking the bag off of him and cupping his face with her hands. "Kiss me," she demands.

He doesn't comply instantly, instead he smiles at her. "I love how direct you are now, not that I didn't enjoy how much I could make you blush when we were first getting to know each other."

She raises her eyebrows at him. "Your flirting was very forward and I'm not used to that kind of thing."

"But you loved it," he teases.

She lets out a sigh, "I can't exactly deny that now, can I? I'm sure your hypersenses made it obvious that I did."

He places his hand on her chest. "Oh yes, the sound of your rapid heartbeat very quickly became my favourite song. It still is."

Mila bites her lips together and laughs through her nose as she feels herself going all weak and silly. His sweet, if not cheesy, lines always have her feeling as though she's about to melt into a puddle.

Felix gives a smug smile and places a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Stay with me tonight?" she asks as their lips part.

"Of course, babe. I couldn't possibly leave you on your own on your first night back at home," he replies.

"Thank you. I'm so glad that we get to spend some time together," she lazily drags a finger down his chest, stopping just above his trousers. "Alone."

"And what do you have in mind to fill that time?" he asks, followed by a hard swallow.

"Oh the possibilities are endless," she smirks, before letting out a yawn.

"We don't have to do anything like that tonight if you don't want to, I'm guessing you're probably tired after your party?" He wraps his arms around her waist, leaning back so he can look at her face.

"No, I'm okay. I want to, like really want to." She places her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes, "unless you don't?"

"Oh babe, I always want to," he grins, "I can never get enough of you."

She bites her lip to hold back the huge grin that is trying to escape, but she doesn't need to as Felix smothers her mouth with his. Their lips stay together, tongues dipping into each other mouths as they do their best to head for the bedroom without toppling over.

Felix's hands are busy peeling off Mila's clothes on the way, and she's completely naked by the time they get there.

"Now, that's a talent," she says, briefly breaking the kiss.

"One of many," he smiles.

"Mm hmm," she replies, and their lips are back together as she unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Her hands move to his chest, running down his toned muscles before stopping at the button of his trousers. She hesitates for a moment, then rubs a hand across his crotch, feeling how tight they have become around his growing bulge.

She pops the button and pushes his trousers down, followed by his underwear, allowing him to bounce free.

His hands slide softly down her back, leaving a tingling trail in their wake. He gives a gentle squeeze when he reaches her rear, then hoists her up into his arms.

Her legs wrap around his waist as he steps out of the puddle his clothes are now in and carries her the few steps it takes to reach the bed, then he lowers her slowly down onto the mattress.

Their lips come back together in a kiss so full of passion that she can barely focus on anything other than how her whole being feels completely consumed by him.

She's snapped back to reality when his mouth leaves hers, but it's only a second until he's kissing her neck. He lets his teeth scrape gently across the vulnerable skin, before doubling back with his tongue.

His kisses start to move down her body and he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it briefly before travelling lower and lower until he's nibbling at her inner thigh.

Her hips give an almost involuntary thrust as her body begs for him to satisfy the desperate ache she has between her legs. Of course he obliges and gives one long lick through her centre—sending a jolt of pleasure through her body—before he settles there, giving smaller licks and gentle sucks.

Her fingers grip into the coils of his hair as he works her and she feels like she's going to be catapulted over the edge within seconds, the way he's going. "Felix," she calls, while placing her hands onto the sides of his face to lift his head. "I want you up here."

He gives a nod and a small smile. "Whatever you want, babe," then he moves up the bed, their lips coming together again in a frantic kiss. Her hands are all over his back, nails gently scraping as she goes, until she reaches between their bodies, wrapping her hands around his hardened length. She pumps him a couple of times before slowly rubbing his tip around her entrance. They let out a satisfied sigh in unison at the intimate contact and the almost overwhelming physical satisfaction that it brings.

Her hand releases him, leaving him lined up with her and he pushes slowly forward. Her body's desperate need for him allows him to slide into her with ease, and she can do nothing to stop the moan that leaves her lips, and she feels the smile Felix gives in response.

He holds himself above her with one arm, while the other hand reaches for her breast, caressing it as he begins to thrust his hips. Their lips part as they both let out little gasps and pants as they enjoy the sensation of their bodies coming together over and over again.

He feels so good, but she gets an urge to have more control over the situation, so she squeezes her legs around his and gently tips them to the side. Felix gets the message and they manage to stay together as he rolls onto his back.

She sits up on top of him, grinding into him with a circular motion, as she controls exactly where she needs and wants him to reach.

She looks into his amber eyes—those golden pools so full of affection as he watches her—she could get lost in them for hours. "You're so amazing," she states.

"At this, or just in general?" he smirks.

"Both," she confirms, as she moves a hand to draw a soft line down his cheek.

"You too, babe," they both let out a little chuckle, before they fall back into the intensity of the moment.

Felix reaches a hand between her legs and begins to trace circles over her most sensitive area. Her head flings back with a moan at the instant surge of pleasure it sends through her. She closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy it, then leans forward to press her lips to his, their thrusting becoming faster and faster until a wave of ecstasy almost knocks the air out of her as she climaxes hard.

She lets out a long moan, but tries not to slow her motions, desperately wanting Felix to get his own release. She presses her mouth to his ear, breathing heavily and that's all it takes to send him over the edge. He grips her behind, his hands helping to keep her body going as he rides it out with heavy breaths.

When he's done, Mila collapses onto his chest and he brings his arms around her. "Oh wow..." Felix breaths out with a sigh. She smiles as she keeps her head on his chest, listening to the heavy thrumming of his heart "...that was so, so good," he continues.

"Yeah, it was," she agrees.

"I just want to be able to do that with you every day," he says.

"I wish we could, but in our line of work, I don't think every day will be possible." She moves up to place her head in the crook of his arm.

"I suppose," he replies, stroking the side of her face with his hand. "I guess we'll just have to make the most of the time we do get alone."

"Definitely," she lets out a yawn, feeling her eyes getting heavy as Felix continues to stroke her cheek and then it all fades to black.

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It's only a couple of hours into her sleep when she wakes, and for a moment she's disorientated—this isn't her bedroom at the warehouse—then she remembers that she's home, although it doesn't really feel like it. She'd got so used to be at the warehouse, it's strange being back here.

It doesn't quite look the same since the repair work and it certainly doesn't smell the same—with the scent of plaster and paint still heavily lingering in the air.

But then she rolls over to find Felix asleep next to her—his handsome features highlighted by the gentle moonlight creeping in through a crack in the curtains—and she suddenly feels completely at home, because home is wherever he is.

It's a cheesy—but so very true—thought that brings a smile to her face and causes a warm flurry of happiness to course through her entire body.

But it's also a scary thought.

She's fallen for him so hard and so fast, which in itself isn't all that surprising. He's so open, and kind, and funny...in fact it would be easier to get a list of all the positive adjectives to describe a human being and just slap a picture of Felix's face next to it.

Except he's not...

He's not a human being, he never has been and never will be. So how come he makes her feel more human and more alive than she's ever felt in her life?

Then that other thought creeps in, one she tries to ignore and suppress, because she doesn't want anything to stop her from feeling the happiness he makes her feel. She can't imagine her life without him, but one day he'll live without her. Without even considering the risks they both face during their missions with the agency, she's still more likely to die before him—her mortality and fragility make it that way.

She'd give anything to be able to spend all eternity with him, but it's just not possible.

Unless...

It's a conversation too serious and too heavy to be having at this point in their relationship, and she still doesn't fully understand how all that side of things works. Would she even be able to go through with it, and would Felix even want her to turn?

It's silly really to think so far ahead when things are still quite new between them, but her feelings for him are so intense, and for reasons she can't explain, she just knows that he's it for her.

As though he can sense her thoughts, (which he probably can, she thinks), Felix opens his eyes, instantly looking concerned when he finds her awake and watching him.

He reaches out for her hand. "Are you okay, babe?" His touch, mixed with his obvious care and concern for her has all her worries melting away instantly.

She nods. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He pulls her down, bringing her into a gentle embrace. "I'm the lucky one, babe," and he places a kiss on her head. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She wraps her arm over his chest, "I am now," she replies. And she really is, because in that moment she knows she could do it. She could turn for him.

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[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XII.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9  Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17  Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by​ @sic-vita​​​​​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hello there! I'm still absolutely buzzing from yesterday's comic con trip where I got to see Tom and Mason talk about all things Sandman. I wrote a little gushy post: A Dream Come True. Please let me know your thoughts on the next part. Hope you all have a fantastic week and a Happy Halloween. All my love, Saskia <3

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In all the time that you had been coming to your cottage in the Dreaming, you had never once left its walls. You assumed that the scenery outside was just a back drop, not something that could be interacted with.

How wrong you were.

The ground is solid as you step on to the block paved path, and the gate at the end of it has a realistic creak when you swing it open.

Morpheus follows just behind and engages the lock carefully after you both. 

You are still cringing with embarrassment as you secure the buttons on the coat that he had conjured for you on the cottage threshold. Being surveilled while performing is something you typically actively avoid, even among people you have known for many years, thus making his observation of you even more disquieting.

You dial into your surroundings to quell your self-focus. 

A rain shower is starting to clear up. Shining gems of moisture cling to the grass blades. There is petrichor in the air. Being exposed to the soothing scent, it causes you perk up like a bouquet of flowers being reintroduced to water.

Morpheus lets you lead the way and you walk in comfortable silence. 

You feel his eyes on you.

"You seem much more composed tonight. Is that a correct assertion?"

Morpheus’ voice is warm and golden honey, complimenting well with the rays of sunlight that begin to peek through the cloud cover.

Your reply is teasing at first and then sincere.

“If you exclude the little dance party incident back there, then, yes, I think that I'm really starting to turn a corner.”

He says nothing, giving you the chance to elaborate.

“I can go whole days without replaying the final conversation in my head. I don’t feel the guilt like I did… I'm actually beginning to forgive myself."

The satisfaction and pride on Morpheus’ face sends your heart soaring.

"I couldn't have got to this headspace as quickly as I have without you. Being here, in a safe space, with such awareness, it's given me extra time to process my feelings and thoughts. I know they are simple dream scenarios but they've helped no end with the healing process and I'm going to miss them being so constant when they’re gone."

"Your dreams are not simple, Y/N." He looks down at the ground. "They are beautiful, a pleasure to behold."

The compliment ties your tongue, robbing you of delivering an immediate response.

You have reached a lone tree. An established oak that casts a generous patch of shade. You both stand beneath the leafy canopy.

“You must have seen a lot of dreams in your time,” you finally say.

He hums in agreement. “I can tell a lot about a person through the simple act of looking at their subconscious."

"What do mine say about me?"

“I see your longing for exploration and stimulation. An inquisitive nature and a hunger for knowledge. You wish to experience, but not in a way where people tell you how to do it. You need a level of freedom to feel satisfaction in your efforts.”

His words ring true to an unsettling level. You retreat into yourself, never having drawn the parallel between your dream choices and how you behaved in the Waking World, particularly in more recent weeks. It was the exact reason you ended your relationship; you were unready to participate so completely in someone else’s plan.

A breeze dislodges a few leaves from the branches above your heads which pulls you back into the scene.

One of the leaves drifts into Morpheus’ unruly shock of hair.

Without thinking, your left hand comes up to pull the small object out.

He startles at the intention and flinches when you make contact with him.

“Sorry.”

He settles quickly. “It is alright.”

You drop your hand back to your side, energy soaking into your being from the slight touch. It takes up residence in your skeleton, causing warmth to surge within you. You turn away, undoing a button on your coat to cool down.

You cannot get over how soft his hair felt.

You swallow your longing before deciding to change the subject.

"I think I'm ready to have nightmares again."

Morpheus nods once. "I support your decision."

"You think I'm ready?"

“I do."

You are dizzyingly excited.

Morpheus sets out the terms in a serious tone.

“You must promise me that you will inform me immediately of anything that may threaten your stability before you enter the Dreaming.”

“Absolutely, of course.”

 “I suggest we reconvene in a week. I will let you continue exploring alone.”

“Thank you.”

He nods and takes a step backwards.

“Wait, how do I let you know if something changes?”

Morpheus’ beautiful eyes lock with yours. His tender reply is all the promise you need. “You need only call me and I will come.”

***

In the week that passes, you find yourself in two nightmares. One located in the exam hall of your secondary school and the other in a clown filled circus. They cause you to jolt awake but you are happy to find that they do not consume you.

You are eager to tell Morpheus, hopeful that he will look at you with the same pleasure as he had done when you had told him of your progress with emotional stabilisation.

Except he doesn’t show.

You had never had a specific time slot but there had been a routine where Morpheus would typically appear within a couple of minutes of you falling asleep.

You sit on the edge of the sofa seat, your focus drifting to the cottage door, hoping for a knocking noise.

A rhythm is eventually sounded out but it’s not made through rapping on wood; it is the hollow sound made through contact with glass.

A familiar glossy feathered bird is peering at you through the window.

It’s Matthew.

He caws once.

You run over and operate the handle to let him in. He flies on to the coffee table and ruffles his feathers exuberantly to shake off some raindrops.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.”

“Hi Matthew, how are you?”

“Oh, you know, still a raven. You?”

You suppress a laugh. “I'm getting there.”

“I'm happy to hear it.”

Matthew hops closer to you creating a scritch-scratching sound as he goes.

“So, Lord Morpheus sent me to pass on a message. He’s going to have to postpone.”

“Everything okay?”

“Something's come up that couldn't wait. It should be over soon though.”

You feel an onslaught of worry for Morpheus, and then push it down. He's likely one of the most powerful beings in the universe. There is no need to be concerned. Probably.

“That’s fine, I’ll see him another day,” you say with a smile. 

 You motion to the bowl of dried fruit and nuts on the table next to your carrion companion. 

“You want something to eat?” 

Matthew appraises the contents cautiously with his onyx eyes. 

“Are those raisins?” 

He sounds terrified. 

“You’re not a fan?”

“Umm, not really.” 

“That’s okay, I’ll pick them out for you.” 

You upturn the bowl and start to separate the offending items out from the rest of the mix. 

Matthew delicately picks up peanut halves while you graze absentmindedly on the rejects for a bit. 

He pauses in eating. “I heard you’re back on the nightmare list. How’s that going so far?” 

“Not too badly. I mean, there have been no nightmares in my room that I know of. Have you felt any earthquakes here?” 

“Nothing.” 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Matthew says suddenly. 

“Sure...” You drag out the word hesitantly. 

“What’s been going on when you and Lord Morpheus meet?” 

You are flustered, immediately thinking back to the kiss and wondering if someone saw you. 

“Nothing’s been going on.” 

“You sure? ‘Cause he’s been acting differently since you came around.”

“Different how?” You are overwhelmingly curious. 

“I dunno, happier, I guess.” 

“But we just… talk.” 

“Well, whatever it is that you talk about, keep it up. Lucienne says that after all he’s been through, it’s such a relief to see him this way.” 

The only response you can muster is: “Oh.” 

“I haven’t got as much to compare to and I’m not 100% sure what happened but apparently something really affected him.” 

Now you have no words. 

Matthew bobs his head. 

"Anyway, I should get back to the palace." 

"Okay, thank you for coming, Matthew." 

"See you around, Y/N." 

He swoops through the still open window. 

You wake up not long after with a maelstrom of thoughts. The very idea of anything upsetting Morpheus makes your heart sore beyond measure. 

“Oh, shit,” you say out loud.

You realise in that moment that you are falling for Morpheus.

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[canirove]

Red & Blue | Chapter 39

Author's note: This was supposed to be the last chapter, and that's why at the end it feels like everything is closed. But, there were a few things I still wanted to see happening to them, and my perfectionist ass couldn't let the story end without them, so you are getting 3 extra chapters 😁

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“Mason, I have… What are you doing wearing one of Nora’s bibs?” I say when I walk into the kitchen.

“Saving my t-shirt from her” he says, pointing at our daughter. “It’s pasta day, and you know how that usually ends.”

“My favourite sweatshirt knows it well, yes.”

“What did you want to tell me?” he asks, sitting in front of Nora and trying to catch her attention.

“Oh, yes! I have very important news. The manager spoke with me today, and said that I will probably have my first minutes on the next game!”

“What? That’s amazing, gorgeous!” he says, looking away just a few seconds, but enough for Nora to hit the fork with her hand and make it fall.

“Nora…” Mason complains. “We are gonna need a dog to eat everything she throws to the floor.”

“Or a cat. She also is a cat lady like her mum, that’s two against one.”

“Meh meh meh” he says, making fun of me. “Anyway, how are you feeling about this? Nervous? Excited?”

“All of that. But also ready. You don’t know how much I’ve missed being on the pitch.”

“If I already miss it just by being out for a couple of games, I can only imagine how you feel. But what about you, Nora. Are you excited about mummy going back to the pitch and kicking some asses?” he says, trying to make her eat and failing, the fork ending on the floor. Again.

“I think she is excited” I say, trying not to laugh. “I’ll put my things away and come back to help you deal with this.”

“Thank you, love. I’ll get you one of the bibs, you’ll need it too.”

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“I had one of my dreams, you know?” Mason whispers. It is the morning of the game and we are still in bed, waiting for Nora to wake up.

“You did?”

“I did.”

“And? What happened on it?”

“It was about tonight’s game. Arsenal was already winning, and the moment you went out to do your warm up, the fans went absolutely crazy, all of them cheering for you. And when it was time for you to go in… Wow. I can’t wait to see it happening in real life.”

“Did I score?”

“You didn’t. But you played really well, and after the game everyone wanted to congratulate you. Even the girls from the other team.”

“That’s cute.”

“What happened after the game can’t be considered cute, tho” Mason says, putting an arm around me and pulling me closer to him.

“Did the dream turn into a nightmare?”

“Oh, no. Not all. It was a very pleasant dream. My parents offered to take Nora with them, and we had the whole house for ourselves.”

“And what did we do?” I ask with a mischievous smile.

“We practice how to give Nora a little brother or sister. And we did it in the kitchen, the living room, the stairs…”

“The stairs? Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Maybe for your back, yes. But there is nothing like trying” he says, his lips touching mine. Though before we can properly kiss me, Nora wakes up, crying.

“Looks like she did have a nightmare.”

“Urgh” Mason says, letting go of me and getting out of the bed.

“Are you going to pick her up?”

“I am. Today is your day, you need to rest and focus on that. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Thank you, Mason. I love you” I say, trying not to get emotional.

“I love you too, gorgeous” he says with that smile I love so much.

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“Mummy!” Nora says when she sees me leaving the changing room, clumsily running towards me.

“Careful, little one” I say, bending down to pick her up.

“Can I also get a hug?” Mason asks.

“And a kiss.”

“Look at my ship being all cute and perfect!” Leah says behind us. “We should go out to the pitch and take some photos of the three of you. We need to remember this day.”

“That is a really good idea. But why isn’t she wearing the outfit I had picked?”

“I forgot” Mason shrugs. “And I couldn’t find anything red. Or her Arsenal shirt.”

“Of course you couldn’t… What about the hat?”

“It was cold. And she hadn’t worn that one yet.”

“Maybe because it isn’t her size?” I chuckle. “You look really good, tho.”

“Thank you” he says while smiling at me, the dimple on his left cheek showing. Just like happens with Nora when she smiles. Will I ever get tired of seeing them? I don’t think so. “But just so you know, I did manage to do something right.”

“You did?” I say, teasing him.

“My parents agreed to keep Nora tonight” he whispers to my ear. “Which means that we have the whole house for ourselves. The stairs included.”

“The st... You mean…” I mumble, feeling my cheeks getting very hot.

“I’m gonna make my dream come true” he says with a big grin.

“What dream?” Leah asks.

“Nothing, just Mason’s nonsense“ I quickly say.

“Nonsense that has made you blush. Your face is as red as a tomato” Leah says, trying to hide her smile. “Anyway, less talking about what you are going to do later, and more posing for photos. Give me the red and blue content I deserve.”

“You heard her” Mason says, kissing my cheek before he, Nora and I follow Leah onto the pitch.

Mason, Nora and I. My little family.

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[kickinganddriving]

Message in a bottle pt. 3

notes: i’m sorry this took forever and that this was so short, i got really busy, and then lost inspo for a while but here yall go! 1 bucket of sappiness! also thank you to @lizzypotter14 and @inthenameofallthingsholy​ for helping me with this!

paring: christian pulisic x reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 2k

pt 1, 2

If rejection doesn’t kill you, it will be the anticipation. 

You could practically feel your heart beating in your throat

You could be the one that I love, mm-mm

And now I'm standing' here, hopin' it gets to you

You stood there, waiting for him, and every second felt like an hour. You saw someone push the door and you were ready to jump in his arms.

But it was fucking Mason Mount. 

“Oh are you the girl that Christian has been buzzing ab-” He whispers to you.

“Mason! Get out of the way this is their rom-com moment” you hear Reece whisper yell to Mason. It was this moment in time that almost half the team was in on this and the room you were in was almost dead silence.

“Oh sorry” he says, moving away from the doorway.

“Hey Mase, I don’t think I'm going to the club tonight, I think I'll stay home” You hear the voice that you’ve been dying to hear in person for the last 3 months shout out. The door swings open to reveal Christian, head down on his phone.

“I think you’ve got plans for yourself mate.” Mason says to finally draw Christian attention in front of him.

“What do you me-” His eyes meet yours, you wanted to capture this moment in slow motion and keep it forever. His eyes, starry as ever as a small smile growing on his lip. He drops his bag and his phone right on the floor. He runs to you and pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve ever been in. You both stood there, appreciating each other and filling the gaps that were in the other's hearts. So much empty space, simply being filled. “I- I- can’t believe you're here” He says with his chin resting on your head.

“I can't believe it either.” You speak muffled into his chest, you pull away hoping to get another view of his brown eyes that could light up anyone's day. 

“D-did you get the voicemail?” you timidly asked absolutely needing an answer, but not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Yea, I did, and I feel the same way.” his eyes somehow lit up even more as the words left his mouth. You thought all you would want to do was kiss him, but you wanted to hit him. You lightly hit him on the chest as he exclaims “what was that for?!”. Christian was never good at picking up all social cues, but today, he was clueless. 

“That’s for making me fly ten hours because you couldn’t even text me that you got the voicemail!” you say as you lightly whack him again. “And that’s for making me like you enough to fly ten hours to see you!”

“I missed you too” Christian whispers as he leans back in to kiss your forehead. “How about we go home love?”

“Wow, skipping right to the chase, no first date?” you jokingly say as Christian takes your hand and you run out of the room hearing a few whistles and cheers from friends. You both run down the halls with childish smiles, until you reach his car as he whisks you away to his apartment. The car ride was spent catching up on events that happened when you were apart.

“You know I really missed you?” Christian says with a small smile as he keeps his eye on the road ahead.

“I know, I missed you too.” you say with nothing more than a simple smile.

“You know who’s missed you more than I have, Fynley.” 

“Really?”

“Oh yea, whenever I called you when I was home, the minute he heard your voice he would come running.”

“That’s adorable” you exclaim with your heart melting just a little bit.

“And when you left in florida, he sat in your room because it smelled like your perfume.”

“And how did you know it smelt like perfume?”

“I might’ve spent some time there myself…” Christian awkwardly says while scratching his neck.

“Awww baby, that's adorable.” you say drawing out your vowels to embarrass him even more.

“Hey! I just missed you a little bit, ok maybe a lotta bit.” he admits.

“It’s all good, I’ve done my fair share of missing you, actually… you know that night we went out for a walk before bed?”

“Yea?”

“And you gave me your sweatshirt because I got cold?”  you nervously exclaim.

“NO! You took it! I’ve been looking for that for months!” he says in disbelief.

“I missed you?” You say making your voice higher than usual.

“Did you at least bring it with you?”

“No” you exclaim, making your voice even higher than before.

“You little thief, you're going to have to give a lot of cuddles to make up for that!”

“That is a price I am very willing to pay.” you say while leaning over the center console to give christian a kiss on the cheek. You pulled into his driveway as you looked around yourself, feeling the disbelief you felt when you first saw the Florida house.

“I know it’s not the Florida house but-”

“Christian, you realize I share a shitty apartment in So-cal in the cheapest part of off-campus housing. This is a mansion to me”

“Well then let me take you on a tour.” showing your through the entire house, you learnt even more about the man than you thought you knew. In the Florida house you never got a full tour because of how vast the house was, but here, you were learning about every little bit of the man. 

“Is that a gossip girl mug?” you point out in his kitchen.

“Maybe..?”

“Which couple was meant to be Chuck and Blair or Serena and Nate?” you ask, truly testing the bounds of your relationship.

“None of the above, obviously Serena and Dan for life!”

“Ding,ding,ding! We have a winner!” you announce through the house.

“Really? What's my prize?” he asks, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, and puts his hands on your hips.

“This.” You say as your turn you head to face him and pull him in for the most intoxicating kiss. Your mouths and bodies are moving in sync. Your lips clutching on the others like they’ve just found home. 3 months without your lips on the other catching up in 30 seconds, and it feels like a rush.

“You know, i should really be right more often” he says pulling away as you gasp for air

“You really should be.” You say with a bright smile as you lean back in for a shorter kiss. He lightly chuckles as you lips meet him once more.

“Shall we finish the tour of the house?” he says, leading his arm into the direction you would walk. After a very in-depth tour of his house you find yourselves on the couch. His body laying sideways on the couch as his arms wrapped around your body, with yourself laying with your head on his chest. Hearing the uniform thumps of his heart, memorizing the sound and counting the seconds in between each thump. You’ve never felt more at peace.

“Is there anything in particular you want to do tonight babe?” Christian says, cocking his head to face yours as best as he can. 

“I kinda wanna go out, it’s my first time being out of the country in a while” 

“Where do you want to go?” 

“Maybe dinner and a stroll in the city?” After you respond he pauses for a bit, “Christian” you say waving your hand in his face, waiting for a response.

“Yeah” he says, shaking his head while knocking himself out of a trance.

“Did you hear what I said?” You say sitting up to look at his face, then you realize that you are practically straddling the man.

“Yeah, um I think we can go out for dinner but I don’t know about going into the city.”  he nervously responds.

“Why?” you ponder, curious to know what he might say.

“Um, I don’t think it's a good idea.”

“Why?” 

“There might be too many people that can recognize me in the city right now, since it was a game day.”

“Why is that a problem?” You became slightly offended after hearing this statement. Just now you could feel the jealousy and the insecurities fade in. You knew it, everything, all of this was just too good to be true. You subtly moved off him and sat on the couch as he sat up to talk to you.

“No, no, no! It’s not what you are thinking, I just don’t want camera’s and other people in our faces right now. I kind of just want to enjoy this.” He says motioning his and in the space between the both of you. 

“Really or are you just ashamed of me because if you are I can just go back home?” You say while starting to slowly get up. 

“No, babe stay, let me explain myself!” He exclaims while grabbing your forearm to pull you back on the couch, as he scooches a bit closer to you. You were never one to swoon, but when he sat you down, and tucked the little strand of hair that was in your face behind your ear, all you could do was swoon for the man in front of you. “It’s not you, in the past, camera’s, fans, and other people have always tended to ruin relationships and friendships of mine that were in the early stages. I just want privacy, maybe the day after tomorrow when there are less people in the city we can go out and do whatever your heart desires. But right now, I think the risk of someone badgering the both of us is a bit too high for my liking.” he calmly explains.

“Really?” You had realized that maybe your insecurities got the best of you. As you scooch a bit closer, he pulls you into a hug. Inhaling the scent of his cologne as he kisses you on the head

“You don’t think all I want to do is parade you around town, screaming that I found the best girl humanly possible, because I do. But, right now I kinda just want you all to myself.”

“You really are too good to be true.” you say looking up at him, realizing that you had found yourself one good man.

“I should be saying that about you”

“Maybe you should be” you respond with a slight giggle, which was music to his ears. Still in the hug, you hear him whisper something, you couldn’t make out what he said, but you were not going to mess with this peaceful moment, you were just going to leave it be. 

“I don’t think you know how much I love you already.”

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[nicolesainz]

New Romantics (Part V)

Carlos Sainz x OC x Mason Mount

Warnings: lot of cursing, sexual themes, angst, (there’s everything in this)

Chapter 6

I don’t know how this conversation with Carlos sparked, but it felt good for things to go back to normal. This is much better than trying to avoid him whenever he’s in sight.

Mason had dozed off next to me, sleeping peacefully and having his arms wrapped around my waist. The kiss we shared was unexpected but very pleasant. I had grown to like Mason more than a friend back in the day, but was so scared of Lando cutting ties with him, that I never told him anything about this.

I finally felt alive and was filled with thrill, while his hands were softly caressing my bare back and leaving wet kisses all over my neck and lips. What I was scared of, was that what if Mason regretted this? Maybe he was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. Or was this something that was meant to happen?

Was this a sign that the chapter of Carlos’s and I story, that was being written by the version of myself in love, is now ending? Everything will be determined soon.

Even though I cracked a smile as I was going through all pictures of me and him, I finally felt appreciated by a man who didn’t threw me under the bus.

I check out the time, only to see that it’s 8 am. Race day is finally here. Being close to the circuit, you can hear the engines revving up from miles away. There are always other races before the F1 session takes place. A lotus race, moto gp race, formula 3, formula 2, and then comes the star of the show. The real reason why people attend such an event.

Even when Lando was in formula 2, we would stay until Formula 1’s race was finished and the podium ceremony too. He would always say the same thing every time one of his favorite drivers would stand on the podium:

“One day, I’ll be standing there too”

Suddenly, I felt a pair of lips moving around my cheek, kissing it softly, until I finally turned my head to face Mason. The semi-opened curtain would bring a little light into the room, allowing me to read his facial expressions. All I could see, was a big sweet smile drawn on him.

“Good morning sunshine” he straighten himself onto the bed, removing his body from mine. His eyes had lightened up so quickly, and that made my heart pound even faster.

“Good morning to you too Mr. Chelsea” I replied with one of his many nicknames, flashing him an equally excited smile.

“Can I ask you something, Mase?” my throat dries up as the words won’t come out of my mouth

“Uh oh. You’ve got the worried look on your face. Did I do something? Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Please tell me” Mason curled up again, now this time looking me even deeper in the eyes

“No no, you didn’t do anything bad. You said something last night but it wasn’t something to worry about either, or at least I hope so”

“I didn’t insult you or anything like that? Was I too drunk and said something mean?”

“Certainly not mean. Not at all. It’s just that-well-uh-last night you told me that you wanted to kiss me and after we did, you asked me if I wanted to be with you tonight, I mean, last night. And, uh, I wanted to ask, why? Do you mean all this?”

I could hear Mason’s fast heartbeat even without being close to him. We’ve been drunk a few times together and said sloppy things to each other, but then laughed them off. This time, it was completely different.

“Y/N, do you trust me?” He exclaimed before making a statement

“More than anything”

“Then i think it’s high time I tell you that you’ve been in my head since forever. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t feel happy whenever I’m around you. You’ve been my biggest supporter since day one! I loved you as a friend but as the time went by, those feelings grew, but I was scared of ruining such a great friendship. So yes, I meant what I said. Every single word”

I can feel something fluttering inside my stomach and I’m sure those are butterflies. I know it’s cheesy to say this but that’s how I felt when those words escaped his lips. They were to cherish forever.

“Please say something, I feel like I’ve scared you off now” Mason came closer to me, caressing my arms with his. He looks so worried as he waits for my answer

“If this was to scare me off Mase, then I would have fought the urge to tell you that I’m glad those words and actions were valid. Because you just made my entire day, if not, the couple of past years” a wave of relief washed him over, after I gave him a very unexpected to him answer but certainly the one he was looking for.

“So, I also think it’s about time, I take you out on a proper date and without anyone interfering. Just me and you. Once we arrive back in London, be ready at any time”

“I’m all in Mase. I’d be more than happy to go on a date with out!” I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. This felt like heaven.

“You don’t think your brother will chop of my legs, do you? I remember me being off limits”

“Nah, I even think he had realized I was crushing over you and was more than fine with it”

“Thank god! You can’t even imagine the things he’d tell me, when I even dared to comment you positively”

“He’s a big boy now. Plus, I feel like he thinks that you’re the safest option for me”

“I will keep you safe. All jokes aside. I am so glad I opened up. I was scared you’d hate me or you'd never talk to me again. Plus, I was starting to think another guy may be in the picture”

uh oh, what other guy? I haven't had a boyfriend. Ever! Being Lando’s little sister meant that a lot of guys would want to go out with me just because my brother is an F1 driver. 

“Can I tell you a secret? But please don't laugh!” 

“Why would I laugh sweetheart? You can tell me anything”

How do you explain to someone that you’d never had a boyfriend. That's certainly not an easy task. Carlos and I never dated. With me being scared of commitment and especially with someone who is constantly on the run, I never believed that there could be an us. I wanted it. Very much. I craved for it. But it never happened. It was simple flirting. Mostly one sided. Although, there was a day that I will never forget with Carlos...

“I have never been in a relationship” I blurt out and shut my eyes close, waiting for his response. Luckily, he doesn't take too much time. 

“I promise to be the best first boyfriend. If you give me the honour to” Mason cups my cheeks and looks me deeply in the eyes. The sparkles of the sunrays, make his hazel eyes shimmer. This is better than a Disney moment. 

“I’d call myself more than fortunate, to have you as my first boyfriend, Mason Tony Mount” I smile at him, grabbing him from the hem of his shirt and smashing our lips together. The small kiss that I intended it to be, turned into a heavy make out session. 

Mason’s lips were roaming all over my body, leaving marks, both visible and none. My nails were dug deep on his bare back, as his tongue run through my pussy, making me exclaim his name extremely loud. This was more than a euphoric way to start the day. 

“Next time, I don't want you to hold back. I wanna cherish those moans” my cheeks turned into a deep red colour, while he was removing his mouth away from my core. 

I can barely move my legs after being under his influence. I finally manage to get up and we both dress, ready to make our way to the track. I open my suitcase and put on my McLaren shirt, with Lando’s number on the back. At the corner of the case, my eyes fall on an orange had, but this time, it had the number 55 on it. 

I didn't know, whether it was a good idea to wear it or not. Carlos wasn’t at McLaren anymore. Red was the colour representing him. He has a new teammate and a new reputation. Not the same as the Carlos I met two years ago. I decide to ignore the hat and just slip on my sunglasses. 

“Shall we go better Norris sibling?” Mason gives me his hand and I immediately grab it.

“Let's go enjoy the race!” 

After all the trouble we went through, we finally made it to the paddock and at McLaren's garage. There was Daniel and my brother, putting on their racing suits and heading towards their cars. 

“Ah, there you are! Thought you overslept” Lando embraces me into a very tight hug. I can feels the nerves by the way his hands are shaking. I know Lando, better than my own self. 

“Don't be stressed. You’ve got this. You will do wonderful!” I whisper in my brother’s ear and give him a comforting smile.

“I owe you for coming today! I miss you a lot and it was nice you took some time off to come at a race” 

“If I could, I’d spend all my time with you. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past 22 years”

“And Danny Ric, good luck out there! Rock them all” 

“Thanks little Norris. Glad to have you again on the paddock!” 

“Alright, we shall get going. Go ask Heidi about your headsets, she's there waiting for you in the box” 

“Good luck guys! You will make the team proud” Mason says to both of the drivers and pats them sympathetically on the back. 

We find Heidi and explains to Mason how the headset works and how he can change channels between Daniel, Lando and the commentator. While he is still learning and figuring out how to work it out, Heidi pulls me aside for a quick moment. 

“He was here looking for you” 

“Who?”

“Carlos! He asked Lando where you were, but he didn't know, and was constantly looking at his phone. Then, I kinda peek at his phone and saw that you were texting last night” “He texted me first. And was he really expecting a message? He’s my brother’s ex teammate. I’d text Daniel but not him”

“You should have seen the anger in his eyes when Daniel mentioned that you were sleeping in the same room as Mason. I’ve never seen him this furious”

Was he jealous of Mason? Is that the reason why he acted so weird at the club last night? Why he referred to Mason as “my boyfriend”? Why would he feel like this? He’s barely talked to me the whole weekend. 

“I can't do something about that. If he was angry, that's on him, not me. I am simply here to support my brother” 

“No, you’re right. Plus, Mason seems a tag extra happy today. OH MY GOD DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?” Heidi almost yelled out but thankfully I shushed her. 

“Keep it down. I will tell you everything after the race” I give her a playful wink and we both make our way back to Mason. 

“Race is about to start. Oh this is exciting” he says to us before we could put on our headsets

“The craziest parts are the first 5 turn until lap 2, when all the cars are still trying to get a better position” I tell him and turn my head to face the big screen inside the garage. 

The formation lap ends and now all cars are waiting for the five lights to switch off. I get nervous every time this happens, whether im attending a race weekend or watching it at home. 

“Its lights out and away we go...” I can barely understand the things Crofty says as the race starts until I hear “on the inside Lando Norris, takes third place from Charles Leclerc, bad start from him...DANIEL RICCIARDO HITS CARLOS SAINZ! THE FERRARI HAS SPUN AROUND AND RICCIARDO KEEPS GOING AND OH NO CARLOS SAINZ FOR THE SECOND RACE IN A ROW, SECOND GRAND PRIX IN A ROW LOOKS LIKE HIS AFTERNOON HAS BEEN ENDED EARLIER THAN HE WOULD HAVE WANTED”

My mouth almost falls to the ground, as I see Daniel knocking off Carlos into the gravel and everyone at the garage is currently groaning at the incident. My heart drops as I see Daniel entering the track but Carlos being stuck. 

I turn the channel back to my brothers radio

“Yellow flag, sector one, and safety car deployed”

��What? Why?” My brother asks his engineer. 

“Daniel crashed with Sainz on turn one and the Ferrari is stuck on the gravel”

“Fucking hell. Okay, keep me posted on tyre temperature and Dan’s position”

“Copy” 

I remove my headset and scratch my head, trying to realise what has just happened. First ever Grand Prix, I attend after two years and Carlos is already out. At least Lando is currently third, which gives me hope for the end of the race. 

My eyes haven't left the big screen, as I see the crane removing the Ferrari off the gravel and Carlos walking with his head down towards the garage. I feel incredibly bad for him. This is the first home race of Ferrari and all the wanted was even a podium. He wants to make Tifosi proud, but this doesn't seem to make the cut. 

I place my headset on a chair and mouth to Mason that I will be going to the bathroom for a moment. 

“Do you want me to come with you? Need any help?” He comes closer to me but I reassure him with a kiss on his cheek that I will be back in a few moments.

I go from behind the garage and try to spot Carlos’s driver room from behind Ferrari’s motor house. Lando had showed me through FaceTime last time how he managed to sneak into Carlos’s room and prank him. Very glad I remember the route. 

Once I’m outside of the door, I knock softly, hoping for an answer. All I get is a “si” in Spanish and walk in, to be faced with a disappointed Carlos and a few tears escaping his eyes. My heart breaks seeing him like this. 

“¿Qué haces aquí? Tu hermano sigue en carrera!” (What are you doing here? Your brother is still racing!)

Over the course of two years, I have managed to improve my Spanish, being able to communicate better with Carlos, while it was also helpful when we wanted pull a prank on him, since he couldn't understand 

“I know he is, but that's not the problem right now. Are you hurt? What happened? Everything occurred so fast” I fall down on me knees and put on hands on my thighs, shoving my nails deep into my skin. 

“Ricciardo can't fucking wait till the end of turn apparently! He knew he had no space!” Carlos screams and I totally understand him

“Carlos I am so sorry this happened. It was truly unfair and totally not your fault”

“Go tell that to race control who will give him maybe a 5 second penalty and that's it! Gilipollas” (Asshole)

“Can I do anything to help you? Just tell me and I will do it” I place my hands on his knees and he immediately removes them 

“No. Vuelve al garaje con tu novio. No te necesito aquí” (Go back to the garage with your boyfriend. I don't need you here)

“Stop trying to shut me off when I am only trying to help you!” I yell at him aggressively and head towards the door of his room. 

Before I could touch the handle, Carlos grabs my wrists and pushes me back onto the wall. His body is holding mine steady and his hot breath is hitting my lips, as he’s trying to catch his breath. Last time we were this close, things got more complicated than they already were. 

“Si te dejas llevar, existe la posibilidad de que te rompa el corazón.” (If you let yourself go, there is a chance I will break your heart)

“Set me free then” I say in a lower manner, realising I will regret this later

Carlos’s lips crash onto mine with force, while my wrists are still under his grip. He doesn't let me go and shoved my hands underneath his race suit. I quickly unzip the fireproof and lead my hands towards his boxers, which were hiding one of Carlos’s biggest secrets concerning me. 

“If you touch me right now, I promise to you, that you won't be able to scream another mans name ever again” he says underneath the kiss, while I completely ignore him, focusing on letting him go off on me. 

I offered myself as a toy to him and without a hesitation, he accepted the offer. Now, it was a matter for the toy to shatter into pieces.

Before we could continue, he removed my hands from him and wore a jersey to cover his semi-naked body. 

“I can't let you fall into this loophole again Quinn. I am sorry. This isn't what you deserve. Please leave. This isn't right” Carlos’s voice has gone much quieter and peaceful 

“Your day will come soon Carlos. Everything good takes time to come around” 

#Carlos Sainz Jr #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz one shot #mason mount one shot #mason mount x y/n #mason mount

[loveoversense]

OKAY. OKAY OKAY OKAY. FIRST THOUGHTS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER. BEWARE SPOILERS!

Just some bullet points. Will get back to this tonight probably when my phone isn't dying. These points follow no distinct chronological order because that's for the neurotypicals and I haven't taken my meds today.

1- MEREDITH. YOU'RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT. MY WLW QUEEN.

2- in addition to that, Mia, oh my darling you broke my heart.

3- I know people wanted a book adaptation and some are disappointed that that isn't what this show is. It's based on teh books, but it's not a direct adaptation. And I get that this goes against what some people wanted, but I actually quite enjoy it. I think it makes it easier to enjoy the show for me. I'm not an adaptation purist to begin with but I'm just kinda experiencing this show as an AU of the books and in and of itself, that makes the story actually pretty good!

4- that was the lead in for this point, I love more self-actualized Rose! In the books we never dive as deeply into the fact just how deeply disturbing the premise of the word building is with the roles of Dhampirs and Moroi. Rose was supposed to be a rebel in the books even, questioning and standing up to authority, but this only ever happened within the confines of the society. I feel like her actions in the series are actually more true to the way her character was described in he books. If you are questioning authority, you would eventually come to the conclusion that you don't have a place in this society as is, and therefore need to leave.

5- Mason, you're adorable. You're so sweet.. I already feel bad for you because I get it, but also, see point 1.

6- Romitri my heart. I love this, because it shows their relationship is deeper than just romantic attraction. They communicate without words, they know each other on such a deeply intimate way, how the other thinks, feels. Just, so much props again for the actors here.

7- Rose wants to say goodbye, only if she told Dimitri he'd be even more culpable so instead she says 'see you 'round' and the little slip up of 'Roza' nearly made me keel over

8- Seeing his room gives her a whole new appreciation for how much she was asking him to give up from his worldview in the course of a day or two (my man has an ALTAR in his room ffs) immediately followed by a semi Realisation that he has in fact given up a lot of that for her. He chose her, after all. He didn't fight back. He's keeping mum about Sasha. Truly OTP goals.

9- Mason didn't just go to Dimitri and tell him about Rose and him from the good of his heart. He's a sweet guy, but he needed to prove to himself that he had 'won'. Rose chose him. Right. Right? And here's our comrade. The ever honorable Guardian Belikov, ready to face down his fate in the dungeons and who knows what after, because he chose to lie to protect Rose. He will never back down from that decision. But when this novice comes by, novice in more ways than one, looking for reassurance from Dimitri that he'd won this silent competition for this incredible woman, Dimitri can't help himself. I believe he meant it when he said he never wanted Rose to know what was happening to him. He knows that she would feel guilty or try to get him out by taking the blame, but he is genuinely of the opinion that he is the only one responsible for his situation. But telling Mason that, spelling out for him that if put to the test, Rose would always choose Dimitri? That was a little mean Comrade. That 'fuck you' was earned.

10- Doesn't mean it wasn't true though Mason. Which I'm afraid you're gonna find out the hard way.

11- Dimitri is already walking away, leaving Mason with his defeat when he gets the insult slung at his back and it makes him stop for half a second. I wonder what Kieron's face did as Dimitri in that moment. He's so good at acting out a character who doesn't speak much like Dimitri. I wonder if it was a grim smile of this final victory over the man running off with the love of his life or whether it was more a sigh of acquiescence, admitting to both himself and Mason that yeah, he's fucked. But he's okay with his choices here.

12- more thoughts to come! Sometime later today lol

#vampire academy spoilers #vampire academy #dimitri belikov #romitri #rose hathaway #spoilers #vatv #vatv show spoilers #lissa dragomir #Vatv 1x09

[mandssisters]

Fare thee well 16.11.22

As I’ve quoted before and I think I will roll it out for a wee while, where do I begin.

No hardcore CAAMP fans in tents outside early queuing for tomorrows show! I mean absolute shocker.

We’d like to thank the local catering company for leaving their cardboard boxes outside for making the stone marble steps so much more hospitable to sit on!! I mean what’s not to love about 3 layers OF padding to put some bounce into the day.

Night two at Shepherd’s Bush empire. Still soaking it all in from last night. Here we are again. Another international line up of queuers, Uk, the states, fresh from Florida and Denmark. A colder day perhaps or is that #tiredness

A very causal day, I can highly recommend the cheese and tomato sour dough toastie from the green cafe KAVE next to the venue, and the black bean beef rice dish from the Noodle bar. Both very tasty. 9/10 for sure.

Some rain and a bit chilly but all good.

Monica Martin and Jake Sherman opened again, Monica in outfit number two tonight and hair down. Looked amazing loved the white cowboy boots. Boot envy.

She complimented the crowd on being quiet 🤫 and then I thought the mumbling got louder! Bugger. She did well. Another get set.

Showtime. Personally feeling more looser and relaxed about what was to come, I also felt Marcus felt a little less pressure than night 1. Said he loved this venue and loved being H.O.M.E

Never sure what a London crowd will bring on a Wednesday night but they were very appreciative and respectful… full of love.

You could have knocked us all down with a feather when the opener was Lovers Eyes 👀. What a treat. Second time playing on this tour. Evening made already!

Solo The cave and then the band joined Marcus on stage.

Let the album begin:

Banter:

Marcus stated he didn’t like silence between song changes so does some “chat”. Recalls a time from the US tour when he used the C*nt word 13 times at a show and then realised a 6 year old was in the audience. You can use the C*nt word much easier in the Uk apparently. It’s like f*ck was 20 years ago!! Much more open to it.

Mixing it up from the set list after Better off High the band leaves and we get Dinks Song. This went down very well. What a treat.

Marcus said the band were delighted to be experiencing all London had to offer…. Rain cold dark grey days etc but Mason, stage left was embracing the real heart of London and went to the Savoy!! A quick straw poll of how many of the audience had been there and Marcus proved his point!!

What a joy Go in light is with Monica. There vocals are so angelic together. You just want it to go on longer.

Little bit of banter with a lady down the front, Marcus thinking there as another medical emergency, however her fiend only wanted to embarrass her and she only wanted to say hello as he met her in 2015 or something!!

A lot of friends and family in the house tonight as it was a coming home London show. #jasonSudeikis

There are no words still for the beauty of Stonecatcher and How. Just beautiful.

Back on with Cowboy and who doesn’t love a Taylor Swift song, he has a great cowboy twang.

Ending with

WIGMHOY - epic

Kansas City - epic

Timshel dropped

I will wait unplugged. Always #special

Post show wanderings in the rain, we didn’t chance the Chicken 126 a second time. Golden Arches all the way. On a wet and windy Wednesday night it’s mad to see how busy it was. 007 all the way. Cold McPlant has always been a favourite.

It’s over too soon goodbyes to our American buddies. Safe travels home. Always a pleasure. Until #lemons.

#mumford and sons #marcus mumford #shepherdsbushempire

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

Don’t hate me,,, but all the asks,, pretty please

holy shit anon

i mean okay but holy shit

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

No. The last person I texted was my best friend since freshman year. It's funny because the list of people in both our lives who are baffled that we haven't gotten together or at the very least moved in together seems to grow longer every day. She's straight and about to get married to a guy (who ALSO asked why we haven't gotten together), and the both of us value our friendship too much to have it go to shit by hooking up lol. Also she's not my type

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

Nope. I don't entertain exes. I don't believe in being friends with exes, unless you started off as friends with them. And when I burn bridges, I tend to salt the earth afterwards. Once I'm done, I'm done. I'm out, no one foot in one foot out nonsense. All my hoes will be buried with me like a pharaoh, mummified and all.

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Yes.

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

Somewhat.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

They live too far away for that, unfortunately.

6. What are you excited for?

Life in general. That sounds sarcastic, but I've almost died a lot, so its actually very true.

7. What happened tonight?

Same thing that happens every night

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

No more disgusting than when anyone else gets really wasted. Also my bar for "really wasted" is very high as a former binge drinker, so disgusting behavior to me would be like actively pissing myself and projectile vomiting.

9. Is confidence cute?

Confidence is one of the hottest things you can have. As much as body types supposedly go in and out of fashion (a really stupid concept), and people have types and preferences, confidence in ones self can tip the scale in a major way.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Probably an iced coffee. I make them myself in huge mason jars

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

2? Maybe 3? I don't have many people of any gender in my inner circle, it takes a lot to get there.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Most of my jeans are skinny.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Not sure yet. I could have a movie night with my brother or dinner out with my bestie. Or I might stay in and clean the house.

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Probably this expensive ass keto coffee I can't get enough of.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Currently single, so no.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

I know I will. I've made sure of that.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My best friend. We can say literally anything to one another and never be weirded out by it.

18. The last time you felt broken?

Last week, for sure.

19. Have you had sex today?

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

I don't ever have a day where I can catch my breath and NOT be realizing some shit

21. Are you in a good mood?

I am!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

I think that'd be cool, but I'm not a great swimmer.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

Yes.

24. What do you want right this second?

My shift to end. Work is so annoying today.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

I wouldn't say anything. Wouldn't want to make a scene.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

It is! I've toyed with the idea of getting it dyed like a Crayola red color, like Rihanna had back in the 2010s

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

I can laugh at literally anything, including myself, so its not exactly a requirement from whoever I'm with. I'll be laughing regardless.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

This.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Someone I used to talk with p regularly on tumblr. They deactivated one day and haven't gotten in touch since.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

No.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

There may have been a day or two where I let myself think so, but no. I wish him well, mostly.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I certainly hope so, I told them as much.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

I rarely drink sodas for health reasons. If I feel like indulging, I'll get a cola to make an ice cream float with.

34. Listening to?

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

Yes, whenever I need to brainstorm or draft something without spell check or the internet halting my momentum, I'll bust out the old number 2 pencil and my composition notebook

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

I know where he lives. Or at least where he lived when I left him.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'm not sure.

38. Who did you last call?

A doctor.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Myself.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

I thought we had something worth salvaging.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

Months ago. I think it was a special occasion.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

No

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

I feel like I embarrass myself in front of literally everyone, so statistically the answer is probably yes.

44. Do you tan in the nude?

I don't really tan except incidentally. If I did, I would probably do it nude, yes.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

No. What's done is done.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

No

47. Who was the last person to call you?

Probably a debt collector. Anyone who wants to reach me knows to text me

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Only if I have the house to myself.

49. Do you dance in the car?

Yes. I dance everywhere.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Held? Yes. Used? No.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

When I was 10 or 11.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Nope. Not even the cheesy ones.

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Christmas is one of the worst times of year for me, or at least has been for the last twenty some odd years, so yes.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

Yes.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Apple!

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

I always wanted to be a writer and still do. I probably wanted to be other things too but then I was told to aim for something more "realistic".

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

All the time. It's practically a psychic ability at this point. I'll be hit with a my deja vu feeling and realize I'm standing in the middle of a scene or situation or conversation that I already saw.

59. Take a vitamin daily?

I used to. Now I only take a vitamin for every day that I'm menstruating to compensate for the loss of iron - my cycle is very heavy and irregular to the point of making me anemic.

60. Wear slippers?

More often now than I used to. Usu barefoot

61. Wear a bath robe?

If I'm doing a little spa day to myself, yes. But not regularly or around the house.

62. What do you wear to bed?

Nothing.

63. First concert?

Christina Aguilera

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Target

65. Nike or Adidas?

Adidas

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Takis, fuego limon. If not, I'll take hot Cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Peanuts.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

The only song I like from her is Style.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

No, I took karate for a while. I do love to dance and plan to take classes for adults.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

I'm having trouble picturing a future spouse at all (see #92 for details), let alone their career.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Yes

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

SO many times. It's kind of embarrassing actually

74. What is your favorite book?

Mildred Pierce by James M. Cain if I had to pick one. Close second would be The Cocktail Waitress, also by Cain.

75. Do you study better with or without music?

Instrumental music gets me in the zone - classical, VGM, electronic, etc.

76. Regularly burn incense?

Semi regularly, off and on. I like sandalwood.

77. Ever been in love?

Probably.

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

MLWTTKK but with the original members

79. What was the last concert you saw?

The Trans-Siberian Orchestra

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot.

81. Tea or coffee?

Coffee.

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Snickerdoodle.

83. Can you swim well?

Not very well. Well enough, I guess.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yes

85. Are you patient?

I'm not sure.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

DJ

87. Ever won a contest?

Nope.

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

Nope.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Neither. I hate olives. They taste liked despair.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

No particular opinion. I don't think it should be that big of a deal. It's just another think it check your compatibility.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Bedroom.

92. Do you want to get married?

No. I view marriage as an ideal incubator for raising children and consolidating land/money/power. I know for a fact I don't want to have children, so I don't think marriage would be of much use to me.

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