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lunaroserites · 14 hours
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Art and Ice - Doodle
Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.
Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.
This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)
Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.
Word Court: 2770
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Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️
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“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight. 
“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you. 
“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not. 
You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same. 
“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already. 
“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her. 
“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.
“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked. 
You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew. 
“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”
“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.
 “And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other. 
“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger. 
“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention. 
“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment. 
“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease. 
“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.
“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.  
“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.
“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true. 
Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced. 
“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile. 
“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment. 
“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully. 
“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked. 
“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile. 
“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by. 
“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad. 
Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.
Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.
“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face. 
“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth. 
“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair. 
“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.” 
“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest. 
“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”  
“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly. 
“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.” 
You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken. 
You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger. 
“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint. 
“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later. 
A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking. 
“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully. 
“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb. 
“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance. 
“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.
“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off. 
“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats. 
“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes. 
“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.
“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up. 
“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over. 
“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye. 
“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass. 
“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups. 
“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.
“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.” 
“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.  
The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing. 
The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face. 
So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily. 
“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror. 
You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile.  You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified. 
The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.
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🎤 Lando at the post-race press conference in Australia:
(So again, this video isn't mine, sadly. I can't access post-race press cons in the UK. I found this on YouTube, but this specific video I saved is not on there anymore, so I can't credit the original uploader. I've also cut the video to only include the questions and answers involving Lando)
Transcript:
Interviewer: Lando, coming to you, very many congratulations on your 14th career podium. Was this one unexpected?
Lando: Um, I think when you take the Red Bull out of it, I would say, no. I think our pace has been good all weekend. We put things together very nicely yesterday, uh, we showed a good, long run and high-fuel pace on Friday. So I wouldn't have said, uh, we had no chance. I didn't expect probably us to be competing against the Ferraris today. I think our pace was not as good as Carlos, but probably better than Charles.
So, I think, um, if I was being honest, we maybe missed out a little bit on an opportunity to be P2 today. But, um, yeah, for us to say that is a good sign, and I think, um, yeah, it's a good positive for the whole team. Uh, it's a good boost, it's nice to be back on the podium. And, uh, yeah, whether or not the Red Bull was there or not, um, our pace was good today and, uh, hopefully that continues for more races.
Interviewer: What more could you have done about Charles? Perhaps the undercut at the second pit stop? Was there... you say you left it on the table, but what could you have done?
Lando: I mean, we didn't leave anything on the table (laughs). But, uh, yeah, the lap we were gonna undercut, he boxed, so then, again, you have to go off and do, kind of, a different strategy. So, uh, we got close in the second stint, um, I got very close. Uh, if I boxed, I think I would have undercut. Um, but he boxed, so I missed that opportunity. So you always think, "what happens if we did it one lap earlier?"
But it's tough to make all those decisions at the time. And, um, it can easily go wrong at the same time; there are always consequences of doing so. So, um, I think we still did a very good job today. Uh, 3rd and 4th for us, as a team, is positive and a good load of points. Um, but they were clearly a better team, and, um, they have a better car at the minute. So whether or not we could beat them, they have a better car, they have a quicker car, and, uh, we have to work harder until we can, uh, match what they're doing.
Interviewer: Well, what about Suzuka in two weeks? Do you think McLaren, uh, can take a step forward again there, given where you were at that racetrack last year?
Lando: Uh, not really. Um, I think if, uh, if you look back to here last year, we were not terrible considering the car that we had. Um, we've now come back with a good car and we've shown what we can do, but I think this was always gonna be a good weekend for us. Um, Suzuka proved that last year, so I think they're kind of similar, you've got a lot of high speed. The problem is Ferrari have improved their high speed a lot, and that's where they were struggling last year.
So that's why they've been able to take such a good step forward. Um, I think we can still have a good weekend, we can still look forward to it. And I would love to say, if we can get two cars on the podium again, it would be, uh, a lovely weekend. But, um, I think we have two more cars this year that we're competing against on these types of circuits, not just, uh, not just Max.
Journalist Questions:
Interviewer: This is probably a good moment to bring in, uh, a question that's come in via email from Scott Mitchell-Mahm at The Race, and it's:
Question 1 (Scott Mitchell-Mahm – The Race, via email) First of all, to Charles and Lando, who know Carlos so well as a person and as a racing driver, do you guys think Carlos is underrated? And to Carlos afterwards, do you sometimes think you don't get the credit you deserve?
[Charles answers]
Interviewer: Lando, please, your thoughts?
Lando: Um, I think Charles put it well, to be honest. Uh, if anyone thinks he's... um, yeah, there's no reason anyone should think he's underrated. I think for the people who know him, know what he's capable of doing, know his effort level, um, his approach and dedication to wanting to be one of the best, exactly like he's proved, uh, today, and over the last couple of weeks. Um, I'm sure you have, uh, plenty of drivers who probably wouldn't have tried as hard and dedicated so much of their time and effort to, um, to trying to recover and get back in the race car. Um, and I think that's just one example of it.
But for the people who know what he's capable of doing, um, you would never ever say he's underrated. I think, uh, yeah, of course, results are always a bit of a point to show and people on the outside just easily judge things from what you see on TV. But, um, when you've worked with him, when you know what he's capable of doing, and when things click, they click very well and he has performances like he does this weekend. And I would say he has - all year, he's proved to be, um, uh, I'd say, a step up from maybe what he has been last year. So, uh, yeah, you're silly if you underrate him.
Interviewer: Do we have any more from the floor? Yes, we do. Yep?
Question 2 (Dominic Criniti – SEN Radio) Just a question for Lando. Congratulations on the podium first off. I just wanted to know if... uh, what your level of sympathy is towards Oscar. Obviously he had the chance to finish on the podium. Is it a bit of a bittersweet feeling for the team in that sense?
Lando: Um, uh, it depends how you look at it. Like, uh, I was a lot quicker, and I would have overtaken him anyway. It's just, uh, you don't wanna delay the process of that happening, and the longer I, kind of, spent behind him, the worse it was making my chance of catching Charles and trying to be ahead of Charles.
So, um, yeah, I don't think the result changed at all. Um, he made my life easier and I think he helped us as a team, which I thanked him for a lot, and we have a lot of respect for one another in these, kind of, situations. Um, but I don't think the result changed, uh, at all.
Uh, but yeah, for any driver who's racing in front of their home fans, uh, you wanna be on the podium (smiles). So I don't think, uh... yeah, I would ever take anything away from that, or for what Oscar has provided and helped for in the team. Um, but, uh, I don't think the end result changed, no matter what.
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Vampires Cannot Do Open Relationships
For @iwtvfanevents rewind the tape I present a transcript for Episode 3 podcast episode.
[00:00:12]
Naomi: This is the AMC Plus Interview with the Vampire podcast, and I'm your host Naomi Ekperigin. I'm a writer, I'm a comedian, and I'm a vampire addict. And I am your guide each week as we unpack the latest episode in AMC's new version of Anne Rice's classic Interview with the Vampire. Today, we are getting into the third episode titled, Is My Very Nature That of a Devil?  But I have decided to name, Vampires Cannot do Open Relationships. My first guess is the man, the myth, the legend, Jacob Anderson, our very own Louis de Pointe du Lac. Oh, okay. This is huge. And later, I find out how production-designing genius, Mara LePere-Schloop created an incredibly detailed, lived-in, and vampire-fied Storyville, a real historic neighbourhood in 1900s New Orleans. This is your spoiler warning. Warning! Warning! Warning!
Audio clip Louis: Do you ever think that we, that's to say, our kind were put on Earth for a larger purpose? Lestat: I put you on this earth. Your purpose is to enjoy yourself. Louis: That can't be all there is. We can eat animals and be okay. Rats, cats, cattle. Lestat: Is "okay" what you desire, Louis? Louis: I wonder, should we be more selective?
Naomi: Episode three is directed by Keith Powell, aka Toofer from 30 Rock. Y'all, can you believe? Toofer brings us prestige, television. But okay. That's not really the point of the episode. Episode three is Louis's existential crisis, okay? It's been about five or six years since Lestat turned Louis into his vampire lover and protege. Now, you would think by this time Louis would be like, okay. Yes, I'm a vampire. It's all good. No, no, no, no, no. He's having this moral quandary around which humans deserve to be eaten and Louis is preying on rats. And Lestat is like, ew. Boy, get it together. Like, Lestat, I'm very disappointed. At the same time, Louis and Lestat run into major relationship issues with sex outside the vampiric bond. Let's just put it that way. You know, Lestat's like, honey I've been around here over a hundred years. I'm out in these streets, okay? I am pansexual and I need to do me. And the point is, I get it. You're living for centuries, but you still can't do open relationships. Figure it out vampires, after all this time. Finally though, Louis does make Lestat proud when he embraces his vampire instincts. But then Lestat's mad about it because he embraces his instincts by killing Alderman Fenwick. And I say, get him girl. I say get him girl. Now look, Alderman Fenwick deserves it, but you know what does not deserve to happen? A full-on race riot in Storyville. Yeah. Because they just really end up burning that to the ground, and that ruins a lot of things to be. By the end of the episode, things are not looking good for Louis. That is, until Louis finds a young girl in a burning building who he calls his redemption. Y'all, I'm sceptical about that. But you know what? There's no better person to get into all this with than Jacob Anderson. You may have heard a little bit of this conversation in our preview episode, but this is the full unabridged version, okay? So if you think you know you don't know.
Naomi: Okay, y'all. I am here with Louis de Pointe du Lac himself, Jacob Anderson. Honey, honey, honey.
Jacob: Hello, Naomi. I don’t know that was even Louis' voice. You know how sometimes when you open your mouth, and it doesn't come out how you thought it was gonna come out.
Naomi: Always. Always. Absolutely. Very relatable.  First of all, let's talk about this, okay, honey? Can we talk about how you stay in the prestige world? We need to talk to your agent. You are coming through, honey. You said Broadchurch. You said Game of Thrones. You said Interview with the Vampire. This what I call all bangers no mash, okay?
Jacob: It's not all bangers, honestly. Just take a cursory glance at my IMDb. They're not all bangers. I've been very lucky, though. I have been very lucky, the things I've been involved in. But I wouldn't say it's all bangers no mash. And look. We like a bit of a mash, right? Like, mash is good. Some carbohydrates.
Naomi: Well, that's true. That's true. A little carbs to line the stomach. But especially, you know, Louis. You're doing it all. You're serving us dialects, okay? You're serving us languages. You're serving us time periods, hunty.
Jacob: Look, what can I say? I'm a very lucky man. This is definitely, though, I would say like of everything I've ever done, I have never in my professional life felt this comfortable in what I was wearing. Like wearing like a beautiful suit every day. And it fits. Like it fits me, and I can move in it. It was pretty amazing. The things I got to do. There was never a normal day on the set of Interview with the Vampire.
[00:05:14]
Naomi: Well, really it is a stunning show. I love a show where I get to get lost in a world. You know? I say take me away. Now on Earth is too much. But before we get into our hard-hitting questions, because I am a journalist, if nothing else, if you were an actual vampire, would you eat people?
Jacob: Um, needs must. I guess I probably would. I think I'd rather eat people than rats. See this the thing. This is what we get into in the show is I was just about to say but I'd eat bad people. But then what does that mean? That's such a complicated thing. Maybe I'd only eat people that were just about to die, like minutes away from dying.
Naomi: Mmm. Okay. Okay. But I don't know if that's gonna be that good blood. That minutes away from dying blood, it's not gonna have the flavour. That's what I think.
Jacob: No. It's not gonna be-- it's not sweet blood, but it's like vaguely ethical blood maybe.
Naomi: Vaguely ethical blood. Okay. Season two, that's what we're gonna unpack. We're gonna get into vaguely ethical blood. Okay, now here's a thing though. This is now another show that has its associated fandom. And this is a show that has people who have their expectations and their needs. And you know, it's so much bigger than the character you're playing, right? Like it has a life of its own to some extent. How do you approach something like that? Do you shut it all out and just kind of stay on the page with your script? Do you devour everything else to make sure you're doing it differently? What's that process?
Jacob: I feel very, very connected to Louis on lots of different levels. I feel very understood by him, and I feel like I understand him. I think the biggest thing to hang on to when you're playing a character that's adapted from any you know source material is like what does that character mean to you? How do you connect to that character? That's the thing to keep with you because you're never gonna make everyone happy. Like everybody's not gonna be satisfied with choices you make. But I really love Louis, so I decided to continue with love, and hopefully that's enough, you know? Love and admiration.
Naomi: Yes, yes. I mean, I think that it's obvious in the portrayal of this character who is so complicated, and he has so much-- he has enough going on before he becomes a vampire, okay? It felt like Louis-- I said, honey, you got a full plate. Are you sure you wanna add vampire to the mix?
Jacob: I know. It's like kind of the funniest thing about Louis' whole existence. But also it's like the central theme for him is like he thought that he was gonna have a way out of his identity crisis. And the grass is always greener because when he becomes a vampire, he's just handed a bigger identity crisis. Bless him.
Naomi: Yeah, yeah. As I was saying, Lestat and Louis have this complicated relationship. It's an existential and ethical questioning going on in episode three between who should we eat and how? And then also monogamy, loyalty, Jonah, Antoinette. It's like, you know, what is this relationship? What are we committing to? What are we saying we are? So let's listen to a clip that. ooh, I’m shooketh.
Audio clip Lestat: What can I say? I'm a lot. I'm not perfect. Louis: [Scoffs] I knew it. I knew you were there. Lestat: Yes. Louis: You're jealous? Lestat: Yes. I don't like sharing. Louis: What about Antoinette? Lestat: It's different. I don't have feelings for her. Louis: He did me some face, and I drove him home. Lestat: I heard your hearts dancing! Louis: You watched the whole thing like some creeper! Lestat: And then, I watched you pull over and drain a dog and run down an alleyway for two more rats! This is not a life! Louis: That's ‘cause you took my life! I got nothing! I lost everything!
Naomi: Whoo!
Jacob: Yeah.
Naomi: Yeah. Yeah. To me, that moment is the crux of the episode, and it's the crux of their relationship, right? Like to me, that clip tells you so much about who these two people are and how they view relationships.
Jacob: Yeah. I think there's like a thing between them about boundaries, right? Lestat, he was being a creeper. He went and followed Louis. He felt like he could do that. And he's being possessive. This scene really illustrates a larger thing in this episode of their differences are widening. They're getting further and further apart for each other and sort of realizing that this is probably not going to work.
Naomi: Because I thought I was going to take Louis more time to admit that. Do you believe Louis loves Lestat?
[00:10:09]
Jacob: Yes. I think that if Louis didn't love Lestat on some level, then he would have already left that situation. He gets to that point in this episode, and I think that he's a man on fire. He's just like it's going down for him. Everything is falling apart. But like when he says you took my life, like the reason that all of this is happening is because you took my life, it's not true. He's blaming Lestat. Maybe it wouldn't be fair for him to put all the blame on Lestat, but he just doesn't know where to put it, I think. And he's got a lot of hubris, Louis. He's a snob. He comes from a life where he's always kind of had what he wanted. He's been given everything, and then was in a situation where he had to earn everything. But I think he still is looking for places to blame mistakes that he's made and things that he hasn't quite thought of maybe.
Naomi: Louis's reckoning He's reckoning in 1910s. He's reckoning in the present. Certainly a weariness, a weariness [inaudible], Jacob.
Jacob: Yeah. Definitely a weariness. I'm quite an anxious person, and Louis is quite an anxious person.  It's like a bit of an understatement.
Naomi: Oh yes. Louis is very, very anxious. And Lestat is cool and collected, which feels like a very relatable relationship issue to me. How much did you talk with Sam Reid, who plays Lestat, about this relationship dynamic?
Jacob: I think this probably annoyed Sam quite a lot, but I always used to think about the sort of bickering between the two of them as like okay so what is this in a real-world setting? What is the most domestic version of this disagreement that they're having? When we talked about stuff before we shot, occasionally, Sam would be like, yeah but we're vampires. And be like, yeah. But you didn't take the bins out, did you? And that's annoying. I think it was the scene where we were like disposing the bodies and I was like, it’s bins. I've walked you to the bin to explain to you how to throw away a trash can. Oh yeah, trash. Not bin.
Naomi: No, no. I know. I'm bilingual. I can do both. Talking about Sam and sort of the way-- how much time did y'all get before you started actually shooting? It's like, okay, we're in love now, and it's gonna be very tortured and complicated. Rolling.
Jacob: Yeah. I don't know if I completely believe in luck, but I think there is kind of-- there's like a weird cosmic luck in this whole thing. It is a huge roll of the dice. The first day we met each other, obviously we both had our masks on it was kind of-- we had a hug and we we're like, alright. And then we just spent the next day just walking around New Orleans and getting to know each other. And I truly love that man so much. Like we connected so quickly and just found like-- and I think part of that as well is that there's a level of trust that we had to have otherwise we weren't going to be able to do this at those hours and those scenes and the intimacy of their relationship and also like the toxicity and the fire in it. Like we had to really hold each other and be like, alright have we got each other's back? And we did. We were just like we're in this together. Let's listen to each other and try and have fun. And we did. We had a lot of fun. I thought that taking this role would be quite triggering for me in lots of different ways. I thought it was going to force me to like have to reconcile with lots of feelings I had. I thought it was going to be like just a guilt and shame and despair fest for six months. And actually, I just found it like really, really cathartic being Louis. And Louis' helped me a lot. I think there's something about acceptance in Louis and acceptance of self. And like this is who I am. This is who I've been, and I'm enduring, and I'm choosing to keep going. I'm choosing to accept who I am. And that was really helpful for me. So rather than sort of feeling tortured, I think I ended up just feeling very held, and very like comforted by the whole thing in a weird sort of way.
Audio clip [00:15:06] Fenwick: Storyville is a sinking ship, and naturally, you are the first to drown. But that's your problem, Louis, always has been. You're arrogant. You haven't accepted your place in this world. And your pale lover, with his seemingly endless supply of capital, and the weird goings-on in your Sodomite townhouse won't change the fact that you're a tiny man flying too close to the sun. And that's what I am, Louis -- the sun. [Heart beating] Walk away. Louis: Why is your heart beatin' so fast? You said I'm arrogant Fenwick: [Screams] Louis: Maybe I am arrogant! Fenwick: What are you? Louis: I'm a vampire.
Naomi: Woo! Fenwick got his. I will say, did not mind it. I was like very excited. At the same time, Louis is out here just, you know, draining rats and draining dogs. And so it was such a big leap to go from that to not just am I going to finally eat a person? I'm going to eat a public person and then string him up by the entrails in front of everybody.
Jacob: Yeah. There are a few things in this episode. I think there's a racial component to it as well where Louis' business is falling apart, and it's because of gentrification, racism, and he's feeling more and more helpless. And Lestat keeps telling him to be more and more free and to give in to who you are and be the vampire I know you are and all this kind of stuff. And Louis is like, but me being a vampire doesn't buy me out of the way other people perceive me. It doesn't buy me out of this real shit in the world. I can't just be like you. I can't be this sort of mischievous baby running around having fun eating people here and there and doing whatever I like. I'm still going to be a Black man as soon as I walk out of this house. And I think that that's a huge part of their rift as well. Lestat just not understanding that. But this is very much a personal vendetta. This is an emotional kill, but he just does it in this very like detached way that he hasn't really been able to connect to before. He has a reason now. He had a purpose for killing. It's not just trying to make Lestat happy or not just trying to, you know, do what he think he should be doing. But the repercussions of that were arguably disastrous for human beings and there's a human toll it takes.
Naomi: I didn't get the sense though-- despite the fact that this is a personal kill I wasn't sure if Louis felt the actual catharsis from it. Did you feel like Louis was meant to be satisfied by killing Fenwick the way he did?
Jacob: No. I don't think he finds any-- I don't think he gets satisfaction from it, and I think the kicks off I think this like emptiness about his place in humanity. There's a version of this scene where it's like, it's him trying out what he sort of proposes at the beginning. Like, why don't we spare the good humans and only feed from those that are like an illness on the world? But it still doesn't give him the satisfaction that he needs. I'm not entirely sure that Louis is ever going to be satisfied. For all of Anne Rice's vampires, it's about endurance, isn't it? It's about can you live with what you are and who you are and what you do? Can you live with that and still go on another day or night?
Naomi: Do you think-- does Louis regret becoming a vampire?
Jacob: Yeah. I think so. I think so. But then he wouldn't want to be a-- I don't think he'd wanna be human again either.
Naomi: Okay. Huh, well—
Jacob: He's very complicated.
Naomi: Yeah. Well, end of episode one, when you go to the church and start to confess and it really feels to me-- I was like, if the Lestat hadn't come in, Louis was going to kill himself that night, right? Like Louis was getting it off his chest. He was going to get right with God and then he was going to go do something.
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Jacob: Yeah. Yeah. That's how I see it. I think the fact that he is never going to find satisfaction is what throws him into despair every day. Louis feels that there's just something broken in him. You know, if episode two is Louis being like, I don't think that I'm ever going to be like a true vampire, I feel like this episode is Louis being like, well, I'm never going to truly be human again. And he has to kind of come to terms with that. Well, am I going to be a human, or am I going to be a vampire? And he's both in lots of ways. It's complicated. It changes all the time, I think. And it always did for me. The answer always changed. And I think that that's kind of-- again, it's a very human thing. Your answers do change every day.
Naomi: Yeah. The goal posts moves. And I think with somebody like Louis, the world has to literally go up in flames for him to let it go. You're a vampire. You have all the power in the world. And Louis, I would like to buy the Azalea. It's like Louis, honey, think bigger. Think bigger. Stop trying to be a businessman. But that is holding onto human notions of power and what you think will make you feel good, right? Like that is his big swing. And it's like, no. You gotta let all this go. Louis' gotta let go of all the human stuff. But that then brings me to Claudia.
Audio clip Louis: I ran from the Quarter that night, ran to where the violence spread most wild. I stumbled through the streets like an irrational child who had tested his strength on the small bird and now asked, "Can I make it whole again?" Claudia: Help me! Louis: One of those inconceivable moments where who you were before and who you would be forever after is marked in time. I could not save the Azalea. I could not save Storyville. I could not save the aunt on the wrong side of the wall, but I could save her. My light. My Claudia. My redemption.
Naomi: You know, we're talking about him being detached and coming off of embracing his vampire nature. Choosing to take a child, it's sort of like obviously the opposite of detachment. The opposite of letting go.
Jacob: Yeah. Yeah. But I think like you said he's not thinking big. Like I think that on some level Claudia is a way for him to absolve himself of guilt. Okay. If I can save this one human then I can kind of save the more at least in my eyes. I can forgive myself for what I've done, for whatever on this community, if I just save her. And also the way my mother and my sister just looked at me makes me think that I have just lost them. I have lost my sister who is possibly the only person that I feel truly understands me aside from Lestat, and that's not working out at the moment. Like I think she's a Band-Aid. For somebody that is gonna live for eternity, he thinks very short term. And it creates problems. It creates a lot of problems for him and for everybody else that he drags into it.
Naomi: Right. Right. Oh my God. This has been very cathartic for me, personally. I just have one last question for you before I let you go. I wanted to end with this segment that we call a little taste all right because vampires are all about that temptation. Without giving away spoilers, can you give us a taste of what's to come in future episodes? A hint, a little something that we should be looking out for.
Jacob: Hmm. I was gonna say despair, but like that's Louis' whole deal, right? There's not something new. More despair.
Naomi: Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Jacob, thank you so much for taking the time to chat with me and answer my questions. You are the best.
Jacob: Thank you, Naomi. Thank you for indulging in my wafflings. That was fun.
Naomi: You guys, I asked for voice mails and you delivered and that's why I love you. And we're even getting questions. Let's listen to one.
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Caller: Hello, I would like to know more about the costumes and the research that went behind the scenes. The first ever show that's making me obsessed with just everything behind the scenes. But it's so interesting to learn about what used to be a red-light district in New Orleans. [inaudible] it's so cool hearing everything from the background because, again, this is like the only show that I've actually obsessively like making sure there's new information to learn about. And I'm excited for the show. I'm gonna have a viewing party with my friends. We're gonna have a great time. And that's it.
Naomi: Okay. Thank you. We love a viewing, party. We love creating a moment, creating a holiday, creating an excuse to gather the family. And yes. We understand. This show makes us all want to dig deep, get information. Why do you think I'm podcasting. You want to learn more about the history of New Orleans, honey we got the person for you. We're going to talk all things Storyville and red-light districts with production designer extraordinaire, Mara LePere-Schloop. But first I need a glass of water. I went on an emotional journey with Jacob. Okay. Mara, girl, do you mind introducing yourself to our listeners, telling them your name and what you do?
Mara: Hi, everybody. My name is Mara LePere-Schloop, and I was the production designer on the first season of Interview with the Vampire.
Naomi: So my first hard-hitting question is, if you were a vampire, what would your coffin room look like?
Mara: Well, this isn't really fair because I got to design their coffin room. And so my coffin would definitely be Louis' coffin. I think one of the first things when Rolin and I were talking about the design aesthetic of vampires, one of the big things we wanted to avoid was the clichés of like vampire decor and like getting away from the bordello reds and the kind of gothic and just these like really intense dark, brooding interiors.
Naomi: Okay. Okay. You're giving us your taste, your vampire style. And you live in New Orleans, right? So this project was a big deal for you? I mean, Ann is an icon there. What was your relationship like with Anne Rice and her books before you started working on the show?
Mara: Well, I had the epiphany on the show that think the reason I'm in New Orleans is actually because of Anne Rice. And I was a voracious reader growing up. I just remember being like, entranced by the place. More than anything, I just thought where the hell is that? You know, it just oozed atmosphere. The crazy thing about Anne Rice is that in New Orleans, she's just this larger-than-life figure here. And actually, while we were in school, my husband was in an acapella group. They were invited to sing at Anne Rice's Christmas party. And I was like, I gotta get in there. I was like, I don't care what. So I definitely pretended like I was in their acapella group and snuck in just to see her house. This whole thing is gonna make me sound like I'm a crazy stalker. I actually live like four blocks from that house right now.
Naomi: Okay. So it sounds like basically you've been training for this, okay, your whole life. So what was your reaction to being offered the job? Were you like, put me in coach? I got 12 drawings already.
Mara: No. The exact opposite. I was like, no, like this can't be done. Having lived in New Orleans for so long and knowing how annoyed people are by inaccurate depictions of the city and you know it's like people make t-shirts when TV shows get things wrong here. So I was like the stakes are really high, so you know I was very trepidatious because I didn't want to become a pariah in the city afterwards. But when else I'm going to get an opportunity like this? And I'd rather do it and be hated than have somebody else do it and piss me off. You know, like. So, I went into it, and I have to say, I'm so glad that I did. Really, I feel like it's such a victory. And I hope that the audience can feel that way as well. But I'm proud to have my name on it.
Naomi: Honey. That's all we could ask for in this biz, okay? So obviously, you know, you've been in New Orleans a long time. You know, you've been inside Anne's house. One of the big changes in this version of Interview with the Vampire is the time period, right? The series starts in New Orleans in 1910, in a neighbourhood called Storyville.
Mara: Yeah. I think that was the other thing that really drew me to this project. I think everyone involved with this when they first read the scripts, you kind of recoil because you're like, "Wait, it's a different time period. You know, like, how could they do this? And then the more I thought about it, I was like, oh, this is actually really incredible because it's a time period that hasn't really been depicted in film and television and that's the era of Storyville which many people attribute to kind of the birth of jazz. And so much of our cultural identity took roots in this one small neighbourhood. And so it was a really exciting challenge but again very daunting in that it was a 40-block square basically, that was torn down in the 1940s to make way for the Iberville Housing Projects. So that architecture, although there's a lot of like similar building types and block types in areas, Storyville no longer exists.
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Naomi: You know, what's so interesting too is that prior to watching this, I hadn't heard of Storyville. And I was like watching and googling. Because I was like, was this a real place? You know, I didn't know. And so, as you said, this is a neighbourhood that doesn't exist anymore. and you are capturing this space that has such historical significance, but maybe not a lot of people are aware of it. What else did you feel was important to capture and convey about Storyville to a viewer who may know nothing about it?
Mara: Storyville was originally called the District, and it was kind of ironically, it ended up being called Storyville after the name of the councilman who initiated it. And basically what was happening was in the end of the 1800s, people in New Orleans were moving further uptown and all the vice that was historically downtown was kind of seeping into these other neighbourhoods. And so this particular alderman knew about red light districts in Europe--
Naomi: He knew about red light districts. So it's like okay.
Mara: He had an idea about them. So he was like, listen. Instead of letting it be everywhere, let's, you know, create this zone. And it's funny because it was never legal, but they basically looked the other way. There's 40 block where y'all can do yourself, you know, and just don't come into the other parts of town. In 1897, that kicked off, and it was very exciting. And it very quickly became the biggest source of revenue in the city. You know, it was like this was the happening place to be.
Naomi: Right. No wonder you can't find no pictures of Storyville. They were like, this ain't really legal. It's on the low. Don't take my picture.
Mara: Exactly. But they made what they called the guidebooks to sin the blue books. It's like pocket Yelp where you could get off the train, someone would give you a blue book, and it had every single venue. And they were like coding for like what you could get in these places. And it was literally the women were listed, basically like stock. It was like, this is who is here. This is who you can enjoy. But what's crazy and what I find the most interesting about it is that it was largely run by Black women. The madams were the ones who were running this. And so just from like social aspect, a social study, you're like, wait, this is fascinating. The clientele was largely all white man. But then the girls, you know, like they would have some houses that were mixed, some that were all white women, some that were Black. But it was just kind of this-- there was a lot of race mixing happening in a very specific way. But still I love that the ownership of it was done by women. And these were women that had double lives, where it was like a Creole woman would have a fancy ass house uptown and then she'd go downtown and run her brothel. And so--
Naomi: Wow, really?
Mara: Yeah. Like crazy.
Naomi: Okay I love these women. Now I have another deep dive to do. That's amazing.
Mara: Yeah. Yeah. Then there also were-- and this is where we get into jazz. There was this new thing happening in the US called concert saloons and they were kind of based on an English model of musical halls. But now they were bringing in musicians, basically to keep people there longer. But they became these entertainment hubs as well. And this is where you get like, you know, Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton, are playing there and like building these bands. It's just this like fascinating mix of things. We don't get into it in a ton of detail, but it's there. It's like Jelly Roll is playing in the Fairplay. And--
Naomi: Yeah. So wait. You're saying, Lestat did not write the Wolverine Blues as he claims to have written?
Mara: No comment. No comment.
Naomi: Okay, okay. No comment. Fair enough. This is a mysterious period history, I'll say that. But in this episode, we see the end of Storyville. Do you know what brought about the end of the neighborhood in real life? Because at one point they mentioned Ordnance 4118. But what is that? Was it a real thing?
Mara: Ordnance 4118 actually, it's not even about the closing of the brothels. It's not about prostitution, necessarily. It's about segregation. World War I comes along. And it actually was a-- it wasn't just in Louisiana. It wasn't just in New Orleans, but it was a national thing where they basically were like, you know what, we need to keep things segregated before our men go off to war. New Orleans was a big part of embarkation, so the Navy dudes were all leaving from here. They were all getting weird STDs and so they're like, we can't have our guys getting sick before they even go to Europe. So they banned these, you know, dens of depravity from within five miles of a port where you had officers leaving. So there's all these things happening that slow down in 1917. This social experiment is put to an end. But it is this crazy moment in history that nobody really knows about. I love shows where you see something and you're like, wait I want to know more about that. And let it lead me to something exciting.
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Naomi: Right. Oh my God, Mara. This is fascinating to me and with everything you're telling me I'm hearing how you were really able to honour the past while also still being creative right? You still get to do your thing. You don't have to be a slaveish to all the details. What conversations did you have with the showrunner, Rollin Jones, about how much you would lean into the history of it all?
Mara: So I think one of the first conversations I had with Rollin and with Alan, the producing director, was we are treading a line here between fantasy and period and like where do we stand on that spectrum visually? And as a designer I think that the projects that I've worked on on the past and what I most like doing is even if there is a tinge of fantasy that it's like there's a strong foundation in gritty, visceral reality, you know? That you are depicting a world that has existed before. And then you can kind of take creative license from that. And fortunately, Rolin and Alan and I were all an exact same page about this. That we didn't want this to be fantasy first, where it's almost like the fictional universe version of Lestat’s New Orleans. No. This is New Orleans in 1910 through 1939. And it just so happens to be that there's some vampires in that world.
Naomi: Right. Absolutely. These vampires are living in a world that feels very, very real. Did you shoot in any real historical locations in New Orleans to get that feel?
Mara: So Anne Rice had always said that 1132 Royal Street, also known as Gallier House, was her inspiration for Lestat's townhouse. And so when we first started scouting, I said to Rolin, wouldn't it be amazing if we can actually shoot it. But it's a museum, and so we're like yeah, there's probably not a snowball's chance in hell that's gonna happen. But we talked to them, and they were actually super game. So 1132 Royal Street is the exterior. So all of our street scenes happen at that location. And then we built our interior set on stage, which gave us some license to commodify things. Rolin is such an amazing creative partner because I would come back and nerd out about the skylight. And then the next week I'd get a script and he’d incorporated the skylight. You can't ask for a better collaboration than that that it's like everyone's always trying to make it more exciting and interesting and dynamic.
Naomi: Absolutely. Oh my God, this is very exciting. So for everybody watching if you're an Anne Rice fan you gotta now take an eagle eye, okay, because Mara is giving us these details, okay. She is here for you to guide you, so you gotta keep a lookout. Now before I let you go I have one question for you. Outside of New Orleans, what do you think would be some good vampire cities?
Mara: Oh gosh.
Naomi: I love how I stumped you. Oh gosh.
Mara: I know. I don't know I have to say American cities don't have a hell a lot to offer. I don't think I-- If I was a vampire, I wouldn't be in like Tampa. I'd need people to keep me entertained in some capacity.
Naomi: Oh my God. I can just imagine a vampire being like, they said Austin was weird, but it's really not that impressive. Yeah? Mara, thank you so, so much for taking the time to talk to us all things Storyville and telling us all about your genius. What you have done is amazing. I hope you are so happy because you have given us a gift.
Mara: Yeah. Of course. It's always nice when our little part of the show gets recognized. Thank you for letting me be part of it.
Naomi: Ooh, okay. Mara is a genius, and I feel like I just went on a little history lesson. Don't you? Speaking of which, I want to share a little historical Storyville fact with you before we go. In this episode, we meet Jelly Roll Morton, a nod to the famous jazz musician who actually wrote the Wolverine Blues. Okay, Lestat? Morton was from New Orleans during the Storyville era, and at the age of 14, he began playing piano and brothels. He went by the name Jelly Roll, which y'all is slang for female genitalia. When he was playing in the brothels, he had to lie until his grandmother, who he lived with, that he was a night watchman in a barrel factory. But no. He was just out in these clubs. And when his grandma eventually found out that he was playing at brothels, she disowned him. She said he was playing the devil's music, and it was gonna be his downfall. Luckily, he didn't listen to Grandma. I wouldn't normally say that, but it's one instance, where it’s good that he didn't listen to Grandma. He recorded the Wolverine Blues in a studio in Richmond, Indiana in 1923, and is now known as one of the first and greatest jazz musicians to ever live. You're welcome, for that fun fact. Now let's listen to a little bit of that Wolverine Blues.
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Next week, we'll be getting the low down on episode four with Bailey Bass, who plays our new lead Claudia. We'll also talk with Dr. Katherine Ramsland, a professor of forensic psychology who wrote the Anne Rice biography, Prism of the Night. Y'all, she's the Anne Rice expert, and we got her. Thank you to Jacob Anderson and Mara LePere-Schloop for joining us. And I am Naomi Ekperigin.
Notes: I couldn't figure out some words so if you know what they are, let me know and I can edit them in. English isn't my first language so it's possible I got some words wrong too. Just let me know and I can edit. Towards the end I skipped the promotional material. Maybe one or two minutes worth.
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theflyingfeeling · 11 months
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stupid stupid stupid stupid I am so fucking stupid
(LONG rant in the tags. originally a little longer still but apparently there were too many tags so tumblr deleted the rest lol)
#ahahahaha so i applied for a (fixed-period) job that was like. right up my alley?#and i was one of the two applicants and they invited me to a Teams interview which was supposed to be last monday#but when i heard the other applicant is someone who's been working for them for the past semester i was like 🤡#hmmmm i do wonder which one of us they'll hire!! 🙂#and i was crushed because why can't things go my way for once#being a job-seeker in this area on my field is so stressful and depressing if you don't have the right connections#so i cancelled the interview with an email on the morning of the interview#because i just couldn't motivate myself to go even for practice. i just couldn't#i did consider calling the place and asking if the sitauation was like i suspected#but i didn't because i am not a fully functional adult ✌️🤷‍♀️#well. today i noticed that they have opened the position again 🤡#which means that for one reason or another they're not going to hire the person who's been doing that exact job for them before?#and now i'm crying because lmao what kind of impression i'll be giving of myself#if i call them now and tell them why i cancelled the interview?#''yeah so i stood you up because i'm a hardened pessimist and thought i had no chance pls hire me lol''#who's gonna want to hire a loser like this 🙃 a loser who couldn't even bother calling them like a normal adult would've#and also what if my employment agency finds out i didn't go to the interview? they could cancel my allowance ahahahahahAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA#god i hate being unemployed and i hate job seeking so much it hurts#my self-confidence is nowhere near it should be if you were actually to do well in job interviews etc.#''why do you think you'd be good for this job?'' I'M NOT! YOU'LL BE DEFINITELY BETTER OFF HIRING ANYONE ELSE!!#and some people's advice for job interviews be like ''just be yourself!'' like honey no#if i'm myself at a job interview absolutely no one's gonna want me ahaha#job-seeking is just so fucking crushing and humiliating#like. when you're studying and you have an exam? you can study for it as hard as you can and try to do your best#and you'll get the grade you deserve. if someone gets the highest grade it doesn't effect YOUR chance to get the highest grade as well#but when applying for a job? you can write a splendid application text and answer the interview questions as best as you can#but if there's another applicant that's significantly more qualified or experienced than you they WILL be hired over you#so you can try your best and IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH#and that's why i didn't go to the job interview. because i wanted to protect myself from that heartbreak again#doing the best i can and still not getting the job
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hii!! love your work and i appreciate you so much for writing for tom <3 i was wondering if you could write a tom blyth x reader for the interview the cast did of how well the know each other??
An unfair test.
pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader
summary: do you, Rachel and Josh, really, know Tom?
word count: 1.990!
notes: anon, you don't know how much i enjoy writing these types of interviews and i love you for requesting this! — and i'm serious, I LOVE writing this!
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"And today, we'll be competing against each other to see how well we know our friend Tom Blyth!" — You explained, crossing your legs and excited about what could happen.
"And I'm saying…" — Rachel raised a finger up, supporting it in a sign of pronouncement. — "I'm saying that I think it's unfair for Y/N to participate in this!" — She laughed, looking at you and, soon, wanting support from Josh; you took one of the small cards that Tom was holding, which was part of the game, and placed it on your face, holding it.
"I also think!" — Josh confessed. — "Is asking his girlfriend to answer questions about him cheating?" — He asked, jokingly, with his arms raised.
"Not in my world." — Tom mentioned, shrugging his shoulders, looking at the camera and pointing the small white cards towards it.
"Are you afraid of losing?" — Now it was your turn to tease, arching your eyebrows and running a hand through some strands of your hair and returning the small card to your boyfriend.
"Oh yeah?" —Rachel said; while, Tom's hand gently and knowingly held your and the camera captured and focused on the moment. - "Look at this!" — She exclaimed, surprised and Josh's laugh was followed by the camera.
"Alright, let's do it." — Tom continued with an excited tone, moving the pen, which will be used, and reading for quick seconds the question that was on one of the cards. — "First question…" — He placed the card with the name 'Vanity Fair' on his chest. — "…what is my biggest fear?"
Tom looked at you, with a funny look of complicity and as if he was saying "oh, you know the answer" and it was, impossible, to try or contain the laughter. — Receiving looks and attention from Rachel and Josh.
"She knows." — Josh stated, thinking about his possible answer or something that could come to a correct conclusion. — "She definitely knows." — Leaning on the chain, you touched his arm.
"It's kind of funny to look at you and be like, hm, let me guess." — Rachel leaned over, resting her fingers on her chin, indicating a thoughtful pose and appearance. — "Let me guess, you don't wanna die alone." — She laughed. — "Please, Y/N, give me a clue!" — Her head rested on your shoulder.
"Wait, i guess i'm not so sure about my answer." — Tom's eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened, dramatically, a little at your words. — "I just think! "— You bit your lip, poking his knee.
"I have a guess." — Rachel turned to her boyfriend, waiting for him to say something or even give the correct answer.
"I think, mine is probably a little bit more shallow, but i think i got a guess, too." — Tom laughed at Josh's comment.
"Mine's the opposite." — Rachel said. — "You have a fear of like open water." — She observed some reaction or at least a simple speck of something new on his face, trying to guess if she was correct, but, she found nothing. — "Okay, you don't."
"What, is that your guess?" — He asked, tilting his head, as if wanting confirmation and certainty, to Rachel.
"Yeah, that's my guess." — She shook her head.
"Okay, Josh?" — Tom asked.
"I was gonna say mountain lions." — He reflected, still not sure if he would really go ahead with this guess and loud, synchronized laughter erupted in the room.
"In what way is this more shallow?" — Your boyfriend questioned himself and looked for a justification, a meaning for that comment. — "I'm curious."
"That's very poetic, in certain words." — You raised his hand in defense.
"I thought you were gonna say something like conceptual." — He referred to Rachel's guess, which failed along the way, and tried to justify it.
"Are you sure about your guess, darling?" — Tom pointed the card, with the answer, at you and he couldn't hide, even biting his lip, the anxious smile and, really, hoping that you would say the right answer. — "Or will it be a concrete answer?"
"You're making me nervous, excuse me?" — Rachel and Josh laughed. — "Definitely snakes." — You replied confidently, looking at your boyfriend and then at the camera.
"Actually, ironically, and that's like my childhood fear…" — He waved his hand. — "…which i've already overcome." — Tom finally turned the little card over so that the answer was visible and being revealed. �� "Snakes!"
"The purest irony, that's incredible." — Tom pointed at you, a sign of affirmation. — "And so funny at the same time."
"Yes!" — He turned the card over again.. — "I was afraid of snakes when i was a kid because i saw a lot of Indiana Jones, and i watched a lot." — A scenario of little Tom watching Indiana Jones played in his head, causing a smile to appear on his lips. — "And i feel like this fear transformed me, you know?"
"Because cool people can be afraid of snakes." — Rachel added.
"Because cool people are afraid of snakes." — Tom agreed.
"And the fact that on set, we had two snakes, and you had to act with them for one part, is impressive." — Tom once again placed his hand on your knee, squeezing it lightly.
"But, i'm not afraid of them anymore." — Maybe, a little, but, he wouldn't say at that moment. — "I've had a lot of therapy, honey." — You laughed. — "That's my biggest childhood fear, like, it's the first thing that would come to my mind if you asked me that."
In the future, during the editing of the video, a scoreboard with your name, Rachel's and Josh's would appear at that moment and with each one's score. — And you would be ahead, even with your colleagues' comments about how unfair it seemed that you were winning. — Indeed.
"Next question!" — Tom warned, holding up another card. — "Who is my ideal dinner guest?" — He looked at you again as you thought of yet another answer or possible guess.
"Normally, i would say, but, anyway." — You shrugged, pretending to be thinking about something and got laughs in the room, including from the people who were working behind the cameras; Rachel rested her hand on your back, still laughing. — "This is difficult even for me."
"That's my first and foremost answer!" — Tom stuttered confidently, lifting the paper carefully so that the answer wasn't visible. — "But, let's consider a second option."
"I'm going to say Francis Lawrence…" — Rachel suggested, slowly, and focusing on the main camera in front of her. — "…director of The Hunger Games." — You laughed. — "And to be fair, we'd all have him as a special guest, and he's the best guest."
"He's a great dinner guest." — You mumbled. — "I think he could easily be my guess."
"Oh, mine too." — Rachel positioned herself. — “And i feel like you, that's your ideal, someone who can talk about wine and loves food.” — She paused, thinking about her words and acting as if she said something. — "Y/N could fit that description like a shame, now that i see it." — Her voice swore, and turning her head towards you .
"I was going to say that now!" — Josh said, crossing his arms. — "My guess, which i feel is terrible, is going to be Cyndi Lauper, you know." — He uncrossed his arms, resting one of them on his leg and Rachel hugged the other.
"Okay, okay." — Tom turns the paper to the camera. — "I think it would be David Bowie." — God, you would never get that right.
"I swear he didn't cross my mind for a second." — Your head shook in denial, and in disbelief.
"Me too, i wouldn't understand that." — Josh looked at one of the cameras and Rachel moved one of her hands, a little in disbelief and intrigued.
"What it is, i just think it would be really fun." — Tom tried to justify. — "Okay, so, we have no points for Rachel and Josh and…" — He acted out a movement like they were playing a drum. — "…one point for Y/N."
"We are terrible." — Rachel confessed to her boyfriend. — "Terrible."
“And i feel like she can get another point now.” — Tom read the question quickly, before looking at you, who furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"Really?" — You questioned, shook your leg and the british nodded.
"What's my go-to karaoke song?" — He read it and, in the same second, he started writing the answer and thousands of songs ran through his mind; one after the other.
The last karaoke night where you and Tom were present was recent; and, magically, incredible to the point of completing an album of photos and videos in your gallery. — However, it was clearly impossible to conclude what his favorite song was. — And it wasn't an exaggeration or anything like that.
"And you saying i was going to get this one right." — Your complaint passed through the ears of your boyfriend, who showed an incredulous expression.
"Our last karaoke night was, like, two weeks ago?" — Tom didn't remember, and he remembered few things. — "I think, i'm not sure."
"I'm not going to karaoke with you guys" — Rachel's soft voice introduced. — "And i need to start going." — She turned to Josh and you.
"I don't think you sing." — Josh looked up as he spoke.
"He actually sings." — You answered him. — "And he dedicates himself like no one else, a true spectacle."
“I will say it was definitely a punk rock thing.” — Josh's guess entered his mind, and he thought about agreeing with it. — "Something like."
"I would say that a chorus of a Spice Girls or Backsteet Boys song with your voice crossed my mind, but i don't want to consider it as a guess right now." — You placed your hand on your mouth, laughing at the fictional scenario.
"And i would say i don't know what to say." — Rachel murmured. — "Serious."
"I'll give you a hint, it's probably not what you'd expect." — Tom tried to help, but nothing came to her mind.
"I guess that didn't help, dear."
"Mambo number five…" — Josh suggested, speaking quietly, but sure of his guess.
"Josh's mambo number five, what's your guess?" — Blyth directed the small card towards you and Rachel, waiting for your response.
"Any of backsteet boys." — You didn't even specify any of the group's songs, and you wouldn't even have time to choose them; it was as if all their names had disappeared from your consciousness. — "Any one."
"I'm gonna say…" — Rachel thought.
"No, i'll change mine to All the small things." — At the last second, Josh changed his guess and you thought about changing but decided against it.
"All the small things, okay." — Tom pointed out.
"I'm going to say 'I miss you' by Blink 182." — Rachel said with certainty, as there weren't many options due to the lack of opportunities to attend singing nights.
"Wow, it's really the 2000s." — He separated some cards on his lap before turning to the question. — "The answer is, somewhat surprisingly…" — For the third time, Tom turns over the paper with the answer. — "Senhorita by Justin Timberlake."
The disbelieving and doubtful reactions and expressions on your faces were met by Tom's warm and loud laugh. — None of you expected that song. — And you don't remember him singing it.
Or, simply put, that memory was in the back of your mind.
"No chance, not possible." — You said intrigued, looking at your boyfriend and shaking your head in denial, for the second time.
"I don't remember you singing that." — Josh also tried to remember or have some memory with the mentioned song but nothing happened, he didn't remember either. — "Serious."
"We sing!" — Tom insinuated, pointing at you and Josh, who looked at each other and still don't remember the moment; that is if it really existed and he sang that song. — "Because Y/N mentioned Backsteet boys, we can put at least half a point." — Therefore, your name would have a new punctuation, even though it was small and not very valid. — "And she continues ahead!"
"Oh, i give up." — Rachel and Josh spoke at the same time, holding their hands up and laughing loudly.
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HEART TO HEART : GOJO SATORU
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what is heart to heart? a show in which we bring two people who have history together to ask them a couple of interesting, heartbreaking questions.
today's episode: 27 year old Gojo Satoru broke up with his girlfriend 4 years ago, yet he cannot move on. does she feel the same? and does a person really not move on even after four years?
note: i started this…without a second thought. i dont know where its going or if its gonna do well. but i enjoyed it very much
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a cold room, a white set, two chairs and a table—satoru gojo knew that the point of this very simple and minimalistic set was to make him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, but a tiny vase would’ve been appreciated.
“why did you two break up?”
the ivory haired man leans back in his chair with a dry chuckle, fingers drumming along the surface of the wooden table.
“I was insecure,” he admits rather bitterly. “I just had a lot of things to work on, and letting go of her seemed like the right thing to do.”
“do you miss her?”
“oh, absolutely,” there’s a smile on his face when he says that, and sits up straight with his hands clasped together (an indicator that he was most likely anxious to be asked such vulnerable question). he goes on to squeeze his hands a bit and his lips are sealed shut for a bit before opening them again. “I thought to myself that I wouldn’t find love for a while after her—but it’s been four years, and I cannot get myself to move on.”
“has she moved on?”
“maybe? I’m not sure,” he lets out a nervous laugh and looks away from the camera before holding his head in his hands, there was a mental battle going on inside his head—before he finally decides to speak again. “I actually stalked her instagram account last week through a mutual friend and… I didn’t see a man on any of the pictures. she could just be super private.”
“was she private about being with you?”
“she would post pictures here and there, we didn’t like to keep our relationship a secret.”
gojo is handed a blindfold and he neatly wraps it around his eyes and waits, heart thumping loudly in his chest.
when you were asked by a friend if you would do this interview, a part of you was a bit hesitant just because you weren’t sure if you wanted to air out your love life like this and have to deal with the consequences of a potential future lover being upset about it—but when you were told that it was gojo satoru, your ex-boyfriend whom you dated for 3 years and were planning on building a future with—that is until it abruptly ended with no warnings whatsoever. perhaps you ignored the tornado warnings? were there even any to begin with? you will never know because you blocked him everywhere on social media. from instagram to his phone number. you couldn’t deal with the fact that he existed around you, near you yet you couldn’t have him.
four long years of not having seen him took a toll on your heart, as it sure gets excited the moment you spot white strands on top of a head that is laid out on the table. his sense of style is still so casual and laid back, but not in a cocky way. satoru has always been about feeling comfortable in your clothes but you notice his tense shoulders and his foot tapping and can immediately tell that he is anxious.
you silently pull the chair back facing him and he lifts his head off of the table. your hands rest on top of the surface and the producer finally asks gojo to take off the blindfold.
when he does and you two lock eyes, you both start smiling big but you can’t help the little tremble to your lips before you look away from the camera to wipe a few emotional tears.
“sorry,” you whisper but your mic was able to pick it up. almost on instinct, satoru reaches towards you and squeezes your arm reassuringly.
“when was the last time you spoke to one another?”
“four years ago.” you are the one to answer the questions now and you keep avoiding satoru’s big blue eyes.
“was it hard having to walk away from a long term relationship?”
“It’s always hard when you thought there was a connection,” your emphasis on the word “thought” makes gojo look down at his lap almost in shame. he had no time to explain himself or what he did, yet he couldn’t help but feel that this interview was going to be like a second chance to explain himself and perhaps give a proper apology.
“you had no closure?”
“nope.” you both answer at the same time and it feels as though feelings of resentment are starting to resurface as your demeanor grows cold around him and you pull your hands away from the table.
“why do you think you broke up?”
“you said you couldn’t really see us together anymore,” you were now speaking to satoru directly and he gladly took the heat of your words. “you said…that us being together was just a waste of time and that one of us has to walk away,” you were clearly hurt by his words, even four years later. the breakup took a toll on you both physically and emotionally. you were incapable of going on dates for a painfully long period of time that your friends had to drag you outside to meet some potential new partners—but none of them felt like satoru. you resented him for crawling into your heart and finding a safe space there, for settling down and building a warm house inside only to tear it down and leave as quickly as he came.
“I wasn’t… sure what I wanted to do at the time, I was confused about my future,” satoru admits for the first time ever. “I thought it was so unfair to drag you down that hole with me when it was so clear to you that you had a plan in mind—a secure one so I just-“
“left.” you finish the sentence for him and he lets out a pained laugh.
“yeah, I left. and when I realized that you had blocked me, I knew that there was no going back and that I actually did it. yknow, like, it wasn’t this bad dream where I would wake up and you were still beside me—you were actually gone, I made you leave.”
there was a long silence after this and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not after that confession.
“did you miss me?” gojo takes the initiative to ask this question instead of the producer but they don’t complain, watching carefully as you look back at your ex partner.
“I did,” you say again in a whisper, almost scared that you coming to terms with this horrible realization was going to hurt you further.
“do you think that…we could’ve worked out had I been honest at the time?”
“satoru, I would’ve never left you as easily as you did,” you knew that it wasn’t easy for him, but you want him to know that your love for him was bigger than he ever thought.
“would you like to try again?”
you two stare at each other for a bit and you sneak your hand towards his huge palm, resting your index finger there and tracing soft circles.
“yeah… I want to. do you?” you look up at him through your eyelashes and gojo’s heart feels as though it is about to burst.
“I would love to.”
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PAIRINGS: established relationship!jake x reader
GENRE: smut, fluff?
SYNOPSIS: In which you help your boyfriend relieve his stress after his schedule
WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), bath tub sex, shower sex, mentions of multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, creampie
WORD COUNT: 4k
A/N: wish this was me </3
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The interviewer was asking him a question - something about how preparations for their world tour are going - and he nodded, smiling as if he was paying attention to her. He was answering the questions she was asking, but that was all; his mind wasn't on the interview. The last few weeks of preparation for this tour had been stressful and he'd had a hell of a time keeping up his happy, energetic, cheerful persona.
The only thing on his mind at the moment was going back home to his gorgeous girlfriend. His schedule had kept them apart for way too long and it was all he could do to not just run from the interview, jump in a car, and get the hell home so he could be with her.
"So, Jake," the interviewer asked. "Is there anything you would like to say before we go?"
Jake looked up. They were done? Finally. It had felt like forever, and now he could finally get some rest. "Uh," he said. "Yeah. I guess. Um, I wanna thank everyone who has supported us. And to all our fans, I'm looking forward to seeing you all again."
And to his girlfriend, he thought. I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life.
The interviewer smiled and gave the closing remarks, and the cameras were turned off.
The time passed by in a blur, he was so desperate to get home that even his group mates could sense his energy.
"Dude, chill," said Jay. "You're acting like you haven't seen her in years."
"It feels like it," Jake muttered.
"Oh, leave him alone, guys," said Sunghoon. "I'd act the same if my girl was waiting at home."
Jake gave his friend a grateful smile, and they both laughed as Jay and Heeseung made exaggerated gagging sounds.
Mercifully, there was little to no traffic, and they were back home within the hour.
"I'm gonna go see my girlfriend," Jake announced, ignoring his groupmates' good-natured teasing.
"Don't you want to eat first?" Jay asked, opening the fridge and poking around inside.
"I'll order in. See you guys tomorrow," Jake called, already heading towards the door.
The apartment complex wasn't far from the company building, and soon Jake was pushing open the door and stepping into his shared home.
He was met with an immediate wave of exhaustion, and he sighed heavily. It had been a long day.
"Y/N?" he called. There was no answer, but the door to their bedroom was closed.
Jake walked over to the door and opened it, smiling softly. You were sleeping, curled up on top of the sheets, the light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminating your soft skin.
"Jake..." you murmured, not even opening your eyes.
Jake couldn't help the smile that came over his face. "How'd you know I was here?"
"I'd know your footsteps anywhere," you replied sleepily.
Jake laughed. "Of course you would.”
You sat up and stretched, blinking owlishly as your eyes adjusted to the light. "Hey, babe. Did everything go well today?"
"Mmhmm," Jake hummed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "How was your day?"
"Uneventful. But it's better now."
"Mm, I'll bet," Jake teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “I had a long day and I still need to wash up and eat something. Would you like to join me, or are you too tired?"
"I'm never too tired for you," you replied. "Let me go run you a bath."
Jake let out a contented sigh, watching as you slipped off his lap and padded into the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind you.
Jake was exhausted, but he was also incredibly stressed. His schedule had been packed full the past week, and he'd barely had time to sleep. He'd been trying to be strong and keep up his cheery demeanor, but it was wearing him down, and he was getting more and more frustrated and tired as the days went by.
And you could tell.
You knew Jake better than anyone, and you could see the strain in his shoulders, the tightness in his voice. You could see how hard he was working, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated it.
You turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, waiting until the bath was filled with steaming hot water before adding a generous amount of the lavender-scented bubble bath. The scent filled the air and you breathed deeply, inhaling the calming aroma.
The water was just right, and you shut it off, smiling. You turned around, planning to call for Jake, only to see him standing in the doorway, a towel around his waist and his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.
"Babe?" you said, concerned.
Jake opened his eyes, looking over at you. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Just spacing out a little."
You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Your bath is ready. Come on, get in."
Jake followed your instructions, sighing as he sank into the water. He was tired, but he wasn't relaxed yet.
"Are you alright?" you asked, kneeling beside the tub and stroking his hair.
"Yeah," Jake mumbled, closing his eyes again. "Just tired."
"I know," you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hand. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Jake said, leaning into your touch.
"Still," you said. "You've been working so hard. And you're so stressed."
"I'm alright," Jake insisted, smiling at you. "Don't worry."
You weren't convinced, and you knew that if you didn't help him relax, he'd never be able to get a good night's sleep.
You leaned in and kissed him gently, your hands resting on his chest. He responded immediately, kissing you back and pulling you closer.
You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension melt away from him as he wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss.
"Mmm," he murmured, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. "Join me.”
"Hmm?"
"Join me," he repeated, smiling.
You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Please. I wanna hold you."
You couldn't say no to that.
You stood up, and Jake's eyes followed your movements as you stripped off your clothes. His gaze was hungry, and you felt a tingle run down your spine as you slipped out of your pants and panties. You felt a bit shy as you removed the last piece of your clothing, his eyes washing over every bit of your exposed skin.
"Come here," he murmured, and you stepped into the tub.
The water was hot, and the bubbles were thick, covering your body as you settled into his lap. Jake's hands ran down your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You sighed, and he smiled.
"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, kissing the side of your neck.
"Yeah," you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access.
His hands continued to explore your body, his fingers skimming over your breasts and down your sides. His touch was light, and you squirmed, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice husky.
"Shut up," you mumbled, blushing.
"I mean it," he insisted. "I've never seen a more gorgeous woman."
"Stop it," you whined, embarrassed.
"Never," Jake whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Not when you're like this."
He leaned in and kissed you, his hands squeezing your ass. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
The feeling of his body against yours, his hands on your skin, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers squeezing your ass - it was too much. You felt your arousal pooling between your legs, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for friction.
“Jakey… let me wash you off."
Jake groaned. "You're killing me, baby."
"Please," you said, kissing his jaw. "You've had a long day."
"Fine," Jake relented, his eyes dark with desire. He turned around, somewhat awkwardly in the small bath tub.
You picked up the bar of soap, lathering it up and running your hands over his back, massaging his sore muscles. He moaned, the sound sending another shiver of desire through you.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured. "That feels so good."
You continued to massage his back, taking your time and making sure you got every part of him. When you were satisfied, you moved onto his chest, and then his stomach, working your way down his body.
His erection was standing tall and proud, and you couldn't resist.
You reached out, taking him in your hand and stroking him gently.
Jake let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck, Y/N..."
"Shh," you murmured, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. "Just relax."
You stroked him slowly, your grip firm. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward into your hand.
"That's it," you whispered. "Just let go."
"I...I can't," he panted, his hips moving in time with your movements.
"Yes, you can," you cooed, speeding up your pace.
He was so close, and you could tell he was on the edge. You kept stroking him, and he threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he came, his seed splashing into the water.
You held him in your hand, feeling him pulse. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, and you could feel him trembling.
"Fuck," he mumbled.
You smiled, letting go of his softening member and wrapping your arms around him.
"You okay, baby?" you whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"More than okay," he murmured. "Thank you, Y/N."
"You're welcome," you replied, kissing his temple.
He stayed like that for a few moments, his breath tickling your skin, his body relaxed against yours. Finally, he sat up, looking at you.
"Now it's your turn," he said, his eyes full of mischief.
You giggled. "Jake, I'm fine."
"No, no," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I insist. Let me take care of you."
He took the soap, lathering it up in his hands and then placing them on your breasts, massaging the suds into your skin. You gasped, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through you.
He took his time, massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His touch was gentle but insistent, and you could feel your arousal growing.
"Jake..." you murmured, closing your eyes and enjoying his ministrations.
"Feel good?" he whispered, his voice husky.
"Mmm," was all you could manage.
His hands traveled down your body, caressing your skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He slipped one hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your folds.
"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily.
"That's it," he murmured, his fingers moving against you, circling your clit. Your chest was heaving and if it had been any other time you would’ve been embarrassed at the way your hips were desperately moving against his hand, but at this point all you could think about was him.
"Fuck, Jake, please," you whimpered, your body aching for him. You felt warm all over, heat rising from your legs and spreading to the rest of your body.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he purred, his fingers teasing your entrance.
"I need you," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Please, Jake, I need you inside me."
Jake groaned at the sound of you whining his name, and his hands stilled. You opened your eyes, and he was staring at you, his eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you.
You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and dominating, and you couldn't help but moan.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him. He broke the kiss, his breath hot on your lips, and looked down at you, his gaze full of hunger and desire.
“Come closer baby. Straddle me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.
You did as he said, straddling his hips and positioning yourself above him.
He reached down, his hands gripping your ass, and pulled you down, sheathing himself inside of you.
You cried out, the sudden sensation of him filling you sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He groaned, his grip on you tightening as he began to move his hips, fucking you slowly.
You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely, driving you insane. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as you tried to keep up with his pace.
“Jake Jake Jake Jake..." you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips a symphony to his ears.
He was relentless, his movements fast and powerful, his hips thrusting upward as he fucked you hard and deep. His mind had gone blank as soon as he had felt your walls grip his cock, the only thing on his mind was making you fall apart.
"Look at me, baby," he murmured, and you looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of hunger and passion, and you felt your orgasm approaching, the intensity of his gaze sending you over the edge.
"Fuck," he gasped, feeling you clench around him.
He continued to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting. You were barely coherent, the sensations too much for you to handle. Your legs were shaking, your toes curled, and you were moaning his name.
"Jake, fuck, Jake..."
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. “Come around my cock."
You did as he said, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your body trembled and shook, waves of pleasure washing over you.
He continued to fuck you, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into your skin, and you felt him stiffen, his release coming seconds after yours.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he muttered, his cock twitching inside of you.
The two of you were still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before Jake pulled out of you, his softening member sliding from inside you.
"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah," you breathed, your body still tingling.
He smiled, the expression on his face almost boyish. "Good. You're incredible, you know that?"
"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, too," you whispered, cuddling against him.
You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Finally, Jake spoke up.
"We should get out. We're going to prune. And we should probably wash up some more. We’re sitting in cum water now.”
“Gross! I don't wanna get up," you whined, snuggling closer to him.
"Come on, baby," he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Let's get out and shower. And then we can cuddle in bed."
"Fine," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him.
You stood up, the water cascading down your body, and stepped out of the tub. Jake followed suit, and you watched as the water dripped off of his chiseled body.
"What are you looking at?" he teased, noticing the way you were ogling him.
"Nothing," you said, a blush creeping across your cheeks.
He grinned, stepping closer and kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'll let you stare all you want later. Right now, we need to wash up."
"Okay," you mumbled, feeling silly.
Jake turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before ushering you in. You sighed, the hot water hitting your skin and relaxing your muscles.
"Feel good?" he asked, his hands resting on your hips.
"Yeah," you murmured, leaning back against him.
He smiled, and reached for the body wash, squirting some into his hands and beginning to massage it into your skin.
"Hmmm," you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you.
"Like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice low.
"Yeah," you replied, the sensation of his hands on your body making you shiver.
His hands slid from your shoulder to your back, slowly reaching to the front and cupping your breasts.
"Mmmm," you moaned, closing your eyes and letting him work his magic.
"Feels good?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.
"So good," you breathed, your body beginning to heat up again. “I don’t think you want to just shower right now.”
"No," he whispered, his hands moving lower, ghosting over your belly. "I want to fuck you again. Right here. In the shower."
You moaned, the thought of his hands on you, his cock inside of you, his mouth on your skin making your head spin.
“Can I taste you baby?”
His voice was thick with desire, and you could feel the tension between you.
You nodded, your words failing you, and he wasted no time. He pushed you up against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. You couldn't get enough of him, the feeling of his skin against yours intoxicating.
He kissed his way down your body, his lips ghosting over your sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you. His hands cupped your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them.
"Oh, god," you moaned, the sensation making your head spin.
"Like that, baby?" he murmured, his mouth trailing lower, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach.
"Yes," you breathed, your head falling back as his hands traveled lower, his fingers teasing your folds.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice husky. "So ready for me."
"Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you, to fuck you, to make you come.
"Patience, baby," he purred, his fingers continuing to tease you, sending waves of pleasure through you.
You were a whimpering mess, the anticipation nearly unbearable. His mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Jake, please," you moaned, your body trembling with need.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his tongue darting out to lick a trail up your thigh.
"I want you to eat me out," you breathed, the words leaving your lips in a rush. "I want your tongue inside me."
"As you wish, princess," he murmured, his voice low and sexy.
His mouth found your pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at your folds. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive flesh almost too much.
He explored your most intimate parts, his tongue dancing over your clit and making you see stars. You were a writhing mess, the feeling of his mouth on you pushing you to the edge.
"Jake, fuck, Jake..." you moaned, your hands desperately trying to grasp at the wet tile behind you.
He increased the pressure, his tongue circling your clit and his fingers teasing your entrance.
You were lost in the pleasure, your body overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Please," you begged, your body aching for release. "Please, Jake."
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He gave your clit a hard flick with his tongue, sending you hurtling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming you.
"Oh, god," you whimpered, your body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through you.
But Jake didn’t stop. His tongue continued to lap at you, his fingers pushing into you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you. You were barely able to stand, your legs shaking and threatening to give out.
"Jake, please, I can't take it," you panted, your voice barely a whisper.
"One more," he demanded, his tone commanding. "You can do it baby. Give me one more."
You couldn't deny him, and you knew your body was already responding, the pleasure building again. His mouth worked its magic, his tongue finding all the right spots, his fingers curling inside of you. You were helpless against the onslaught, and before long, you were coming again, the intensity taking your breath away.
"Fuck," you cried, your body shuddering as you came.
He slowed his movements, his tongue languidly licking you, easing you down from your high. When you finally caught your breath, he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal.
"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice rough and husky. You could barely hold yourself up, but you managed a nod.
"Good," he purred, getting to his feet. He kissed you, his tongue parting your lips, tasting you. You moaned, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his erection pressing against your leg.
"I want you," you breathed, your voice trembling.
"Then have me," he murmured, his hands cupping your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock brushing against your entrance.
He pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours. He entered you in one swift motion, the feeling of him stretching you making you gasp.
"Fuck," he moaned, his hips thrusting into you, burying himself deep inside of you. “Pussy so good, you were made for me weren’t you? So perfect. All mine."
"Yes," you cried, the sensation of him filling you driving you wild. "All yours."
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips pounding into you. You clung to him, your nails raking down his back, urging him on.
He was relentless, his hips pistoning into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You were lost in the pleasure, your mind foggy, only the sensation of his body against yours and his cock inside of you registering.
You were moaning incoherently, the feeling of him fucking you taking over. He buried his face in your neck, his lips and teeth teasing your skin. You were on the edge, the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.
"I'm close," you whimpered, the words leaving your lips involuntarily.
"Me, too," he grunted, his hips slamming into you, his pace quickening.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt him stiffen, his cock twitching inside of you as he came.
You were right behind him, the sensation of him coming inside of you sending you over the edge.
You came together, your bodies shuddering, the pleasure taking over. You were a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and the world faded away, the only thing that existed was the two of you and the intense pleasure.
"Holy shit," you finally breathed, when you had finally come down from your high.
"Yeah," Jake murmured, his breath warm against your neck.
You leaned against him, your body still shaking, unable to move.
He held you for a few moments, before carefully setting you down. Your legs were weak, but you managed to stand.
"I think we need another shower," he chuckled, gesturing to the mess the two of you had made.
"I don't think I can handle another round," you said, the thought of him fucking you again making your legs weak.
“Oh we’re not done, baby. I want you in my bed. All night long. But first, we have to actually shower. Then maybe dinner and drinks. And then more fun. You game?"
You nodded, the thought of spending the night with him making you giddy.
"Good. Now let's wash up and get out of here. I'm starving." And a loud grumble echoed throughout the bathroom, which could only be Jake's stomach.
You laughed, and pulled him in for a kiss. "Sounds like a plan."
"Perfect. Because there's so much more I want to do to you," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Then let's get started," you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your face.
It would take an hour and three more orgasms for the two of you to leave the bathroom. And that was only the beginning.
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PLEASEEE CAN YOU DO A TOM BLYTH X ACTRESS ASMR FIC. IDK IF YOUVE EVER SEEN THE W MAGAZINE INTERVIEWS WITH CELEBRITIES DOING ASMR BUT ID LOVE TO READ ONE OF TOM AND THE READER BEING ALL CUTE AND WHOLESOME WHILE DOING ASMR AND TRYING NOT TO LAUGH
ASMR chaos || Tom Blyth x actress!reader
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A/n: you guys continue to blow my mind with the scenarios and prompts you give me 😃 keep em coming!
Warnings: pure fluff!
Wc: 1,010
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Walking into the room, you throw Tom an interested look as the two of you look at the microphones on the the table. As we settled into our seats, the interviewer, a vibrant woman named Lisa, welcomed us with a warm smile. “Today, we’re going to do something a bit different, something fun. Have either of you tried ASMR?” she asked.
“No, we haven’t,” You and Tom exchanged playful glances, both secretly wondering what you had gotten yourselves into. “Well, this will be a first for the both of you then!” Lisa exclaimed. “Absolutely, let’s do it,” Tom replied with a grin.
“I don’t think we’re gonna do that well babe, we’re both loud people,” You squeeze Tom’s arm as he laughs, putting on his headsets as you follow suit.
“Hey guys,” you gently murmur into the microphone, a playful glint in your eyes. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n” Tom shoots you a sidelong glance, a charming smile gracing his lips. "And I'm Tom Blyth," he adds with a hushed tone, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.
“And today-“ You move to the next microphone but end up bumping into it creating a loud noise. You cringe at the sharp noise, while Tom, caught off guard, tries to stifle a laugh, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“Sorry,” You sheepishly smile, dimples forming on your cheeks, “Today we’ll be doing A-” Tom smoothly moved towards the microphone, his voice flowing seamlessly, "S-" you gracefully took your place at the other mic, "M-" a shared moment of anticipation, "R," Tom concluded, and with satisfied glances, you both silently exchanged a high-five.
Your first challenge was the classic apple crunch. Tom took the lead, picking up a shiny red apple. He leaned into the microphone, giving it a thoughtful look before taking a bite. The crisp sound echoed in the studio, and a spontaneous giggle escaped you at the absurdity of the situation.
"Now, your turn," Tom said, handing you the apple with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. As your teeth sunk into the apple, the studio filled with a satisfying series of crunches.
Biggest mistake you made was looking at Tom, mid bite. You automatically screw your eyes shut as you and Tom lose it, having to turn away from the mics as you let out hearty chuckles.
"Don't look at me!" You whisper yell at Tom in a joking matter as he wipes the tears from his eyes, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself," he quietly apologies as you smack his arm gently. The studio was filled not only with the sound of apple crunches but also the infectious sound of both your laughs.
You were then passed a can of coke. Tapping on it with you manicured nails, you move it from microphone to microphone as Tom watches amused. "I'm so bad at opening cans with nails on-" You start but Tom has already taken it, opening it with a satisfying pop near the microphone.
The sound of it fizzing reached you ears as you purse your lips at the sound of it. You take the can back and lean towards your microphone, Tom's hands moving to tuck the stray pieces of hair that had fallen.
You try to contain your laughter as you bring the can up to your lips, sipping it. The noise was surprisingly loud in your earphones as you start quietly laughing. You took another sip, deliberately prolonging the sound for comedic effect, the noise was a combination of tiny slurps and the distinctive hiss of carbonation.
"Here, you try," you pass the can to Tom who takes it with a playful grin. He takes measured sips of it as you slightly squirm in your seat at the loud sound of it in your earphones. You watch as he takes large sips of it.
"I shouldn't have taken too many sips," he groans, setting the can down as a mischievous grin lights up your face as he adds, "I feel like burping now" he places a hand on his stomach.
"is burping considered satisfying in asmr though?" you quip, glancing at the camera crew who try to conceal their amusement. Your eyes return to Tom. "I don't know, I guess we'll find out won't we?" He chuckles, moving to the microphone.
You absolutely lost it as the sound of Tom's burp reaches your ear causing you to rip out your earphones, leaning over in your seat as you laugh out loud. Tom couldn't help but laugh at your reaction as he smacks his knee, creating an even louder sound that fueled both of your laughter.
"I think we've reached peak asmr chaos," Tom manages to say as you compose yourself, sitting up in your seat, "I'd like to formally apologise to everyone watching this-" you say in between your laugh as Tom nudges you playfully.
Your laughter became a recurring theme throughout the interview, making it clear that the genuine camaraderie between Tom and you extended beyond the screen.
A plate of watermelon was then passed to the both of you. Tom, ever the showman, took a big, theatrical bite, causing droplets of juice to splatter across the table causing your eyes to widen as you were mid-bite.
You silently laugh, throwing your head back, "We're so bad at this," Tom shakes his head with a light laugh, wiping a dribble of watermelon juice from his chin.
The next thing the two of you were handed was a bowl of noodles. "Oh no," You whisper, biting your thumb as you eye the crew member placing it in front of the two of you, including two forks.
"I just know this isn't going to end very well," you predicted, taking a fork and loading up a substantial bite of noodles. Tom grinned as he did the same.
Brushing your hair back, you leaned toward the microphone. As the fork approached your mouth, you felt Tom's intense gaze on you. "Don't even look at me," you playfully warned him, your eyes fixed ahead. Tom chuckled, fully aware that locking eyes would trigger another laughing fit.
Chewing on the noodles, you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan at the flavor. Glancing at Tom, you saw him slurping a noodle, prompting you to cover your mouth to stifle laughter.
Tom slowly opens the packet of chips, the sound filling your ears. He passes you a chip as you both place it in your mouth, the crunch satisfying the both of you.
Your chewing comes to a stop as your eyes slightly widen at the familiar tingling sensation in the back of your throat. You squeeze Tom's arm as he gives you a puzzled look.
You then look at the chip packet, it was chili flavoured. "Oh," Tom whispers, knowing your spice tolerance was incredibly low. "Can I have water please," you start fanning yourself as Tom lets out a chuckle, quickly offering you his bottle of water as you gratefully take it.
You let out a satisfied sigh, your head leaned on Tom's shoulder. "I'm so bad with spice," you reveal, letting out a small giggle as the interview came to an end.
"Well that's it from us," Tom whispers in the microphone, "I hope you guys enjoyed this chaotic interview, I hope it was somewhat satisfying?" You sheepishly grin at the camera as Tom chuckles.
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F1 Hit Couple
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Daniel Ricciardo x Reader
You are now sitting in front of the cameras for the Netflix series Drive to Survive. You’re already a pro, being here since the first season, this is easy for you. But, this is gonna be the first time that you and Daniel get both interviewed as a couple.
You’re scrolling trough instagram on your phone when the door opens and Daniel steps in.
“Sorry for being late, mate” Danny says to the producer. You swear you fall in love with his Australian accent everyday. The team mics him up and then he sits beside you and gives you a passionate kiss. You haven’t seen each other in a week since he had to go to Australia because of his mother.
“It’s okay, Daniel. Well, we can get started then.” The producer says, smiling and the cameras start rolling.
“So, how did you guys meet?” The producer asks.
“Well, I had just entered the F1 joining Renault for the 2017 season. I had just came from F2 where I was champion and Renault took a chance with me and I happily accepted. I knew the team was expecting the best of me and I made sure to not let them down. Daniel was the second one to meet me, the first was Nico, obviously” You say, laughing. The crew laughed alongside you. “And he came down to our garage to meet the new driver. I guess everyone was expecting a guy, since Renault kept our contract a secret until the last minute, very few people knew that it was me joining the team. Once Daniel looked at me, and I still remember this very well, his face was of pure shock.”
“It wasn’t shock, really. I knew it was going to be a woman driver, and I was really excited to meet you because we never had a female driver before, and I wanted to make sure that you were welcomed with open arms. And the moment I laid eyes on you, I was star struck.” Danny confesses.
“What was your first thought when you saw Y/N?” The producer asks.
“That she was really beautiful and the second I got to know her the more, I knew that she had an even more beautiful personality. On top of that, she’s the funniest person I’ve ever met.” Danny says. You start blushing.
“That’s why you’re both called the funniest duo on the grid.” The producer says.
“Really? I didn’t know that!” You say, laughing.
“Really? I thought that was pretty obvious.” Danny says.
“How does competing alongside your partner in Formula 1 affect your personal relationship? Is it a positive or negative influence?” The producer asks.
“I think it’s very positive. Having someone that understands you and motivates you. We both know the sacrifices that we have to make to be in this sport and it helps a lot that we’re both in it because we get to spend a lot of time together.” You say.
“Yeah, I agree. I see the guys on the grid saying they’re missing their girlfriends and talking to them on the phone and I’m just ‘don’t mind me, I’m just gonna walk next door and kiss mine’ you know?” Danny says, laughing.
“What about summer break, do you also spend it together?” The producer asks.
“In the first two weeks Daniel flies to Australia to meet his family and I fly to see mine. Then, we spend the rest of the following days together.” You say.
“Do you ever give each other strategic advice during races?” The producer asks.
“Yeah, if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t take the best out of Daniel’s advices. He has the experience and wisdom that I don’t have yet. He’s been trough a lot in his career and he’s my go to guy when it comes to advices.” You sincerely say.
From the corner of your eye you see Daniel smiling.
“Does Daniel go to you to get advices?” The producer asks.
“Sometimes, yeah.” You say.
“She sees the track with other eyes, you know? She has a completely bold strategy and I sometimes I really need to be bold.” Danny says.
“Daniel, what do you think are Y/N best individual strengths and weaknesses?”
“She’s fearless when it comes to driving that car. She doesn’t care about the risks when her eyes are only set on one goal, set on winning. She takes decisions that most of us wouldn’t have the balls to do so. And sometimes that can make her reckless and make poor decisions too and I think she has already realized this.” Danny says.
“Yeah, that’s true. I remember that in my first year of Formula 1 I would make poor decisions and as in result I had to retire the car because of that. Then, after those races, I would go to Daniel and ask what did I do wrong and he was brutally honest. I needed that.” You say.
“And what about Daniel? What is his best individual strengths and weaknesses?”
“He’s wise. He knows the tracks like the palm of his hands and knows the best strategies to basically fly through them. His weakness is that he thinks too much. Sometimes he has to take some risks in order to win.” You say.
“When one of you gets the podium and the other doesn’t, how do you guys react to that?”
“Well, it’s a mix of feelings. Of course you’re happy for your partner when they get the podium but, it’s undeniable that you’re also disappointed with yourself for not being there too. You need to separate the worlds. When Y/N is on the podium, you need to be the supportive partner and celebrate her, because there will be plenty of time to think about a strategy to beat her next.” He says and laughs.
“We agreed to separate the track from our personal lives since we started dating. And we’ve done that beautifully.” You say.
“Has ever been arguments about that?” The producer asks.
“Never!” You say.
“Let’s talk about a more sensitive matter.” The producer says.
“Love those.” Danny ironically says.
“Spa 2020.” The producer says.
“Ugh, I knew this was coming.” You laugh nervously.
“What happened?” The producer asks.
“I was on P4 when suddenly Grosjean’s car looses control and crashes into mine and we both hit the barricade at 200 miles per hour. I passed out for a few moments and when I woke up, I could only see fire around me. That’s when my fight or flight mode turned on and I try to get out of that car the fastest I can. When I go reach my seatbelt I find out that it’s stuck and it takes me a whole minute to get it out. Once I’m able to finally get out of the car, I only remember walking like a meter or so and then everything goes black.” You say, remembering the almost tragic day. “I only remember waking up in the hospital after that with a burned hand and getting some oxygen out into me because I breathed in too much smoke while I was trying to get out, that’s why I passed out.”
You feel Daniel’s hand on your lap, as a gesture of reassurance.
“That was a fun day.” You say, laughing to revive the mood of the room.
“It really wasn’t.” Daniel says, letting out a nervous laugh.
“How was it like for you?” The producer asks Danny.
“As soon as my engineer told me that was a red flag, I had this really bad feeling. I remember asking what happened and to who it happened and there was radio silence, I knew it was Y/N. And as soon as we all stopped in the paddock I remember getting out of the car and looking for Y/N. That was when they gave me the news that she had crashed and it was bad. My instinct was to immediately run to where she was and no one could stop me. When I got there, the paramedics told me that she was going to be okay and I got so relieved.” He lets out a nervous laugh and continues “I was not going to continue the race, all I wanted was to be with her but she was the one telling me to continue and remember me that in that track we’re drivers and that I needed to win that race. And that’s what I did.”
“You finally got P1 in that season.” The producer says.
“Yeah, but I didn’t really enjoy it. All I wanted was to get down that podium and run to the hospital, to be with her.” He says.
“There’s a lot of highs about dating when you’re in Formula 1 but the lows can be really low. Your instinct is to be with your significant other when they crash or have to retire the car but you know you need to race, it’s your job and you can’t get away with it. All you can do is win to have something to celebrate about. Deep down you know they are in the right hands.” You say.
“When covid hit, where were you guys?” The producer asks.
“We were living our lives, you know? We took that time off the track to really align ourselves with each other, to connect even more.” Danny says and you smile.
“And made the decision to get our own place. So, Covid for us was all about house hunting.” You say, laughing.
“What are your goals for the future in Formula 1?” The producer asks.
“Well, the championship is always my goal, it will always be. And I’m going to make sure that I win it next year.” Daniel says.
“And for you, Y/N?” The producer asks.
“Well, this past year was amazing for me. I got my championship and I’m really happy about that. But, next year I won’t be racing in the F1.” You say and look at Daniel who nods.
“And why is that?” The producer asks.
“I’m have to take a break for some time because I’m pregnant.” You say, smiling from ear to ear.
Everyone on the crew congratulates you and Danny.
You stand up and lift of your shirt just enough to show your little bump on camera. Danny gently presses his hand on your belly.
“Daniel Ricciardo Jr. is cooking in there.” He says, laughing.
“Well, if it’s a boy we’re definitely not calling him that.” You say as you sit down.
“Do you want a boy or a girl, Daniel?” The producer asks.
“I just want him or her to come healthy so it doesn’t really matter, mate.” He says.
“Well, next week we’ll know for sure.” You say and smile.
You feel realized. You have an amazing career, and amazing boyfriend and now you’re gonna have your little family. It’s heaven on earth.
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Can you please write a veneer x GN!reader where he’s cuddling us? Please have TOOTH ROTTING fluff 🙏🙏🙏 Ty <3
A/N ~ Yeeessss! Tooth rotting fluff coming right up! Hope you enjoy!(also sorry this is pretty short)
~🎤Winding Down🎤~
Veneer x GN!Reader
Fandom: Trolls 3: World Tour
Relationship: Romantic
Synopsis: Veneer has had a busy day. All he wants to do now is to wind down in your arms.
Warnings: Exhaustion(Veneer), tooth-rotting fluff
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Veneer was exhausted. It had been a busy day. He and Velvet had put on a big performance. Afterwards, they had an interview, and had to sign over 300 autographs. And of course, he the whole time he had to deal with his sister bossing him around. All of that left him with a tired voice, a headache, and a very sore wrist. So it’s safe to say that all Veneer wanted was to relax. And what better way to relax than to be with his partner?
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The moment you opened your front door for Veneer, both of his long, spaghetti arms were wrapped tightly around you.
“(Y/NNN)~!”
You let out a strangled “Whoa!”, before closing the door with your foot.
You basically had to pry him off you to look at his face. He looked miserable, a big contrast to how he was currently acting. His makeup was slightly smudged, and his eyes were droopy. “Woah, are you good? You look exhausted.” You asked.
Veneer sighed dramatically. “I am. Gosh today was not my day.”
“Aw, I’m sorry babe. Wanna talk about it?”
“Eh, maybe later.” Without another word, he dragged you into your room by your arm, and basically launched you guys onto your bed. His arms were, once again, wrapped around you. But this time, his legs were too.
You laughed. “You’re not even gonna take your makeup off first?”
“Nope.” Veneer responded, before burying his face into your chest, not caring about his makeup staining your shirt.
“Okay then.” You shifted a little bit to get comfortable. Then, you pulled your arms out of Veneer’s to hug him back. After that, you grabbed your blanket, and covered the both of you.
Veneer soon started to drift off. He was in a state where he wasn’t quite asleep or awake. The only thing he could think about was your warmth and the feeling of you tracing random, nonsensical shapes on his back. He felt himself start to fully fall asleep, but not before hearing you say something you thought he couldn’t.
“Love you, Veneer.”
He smiled, and before slipping into a dreamless slumber, mumbled a response.
“Love you too, (Y/N).”
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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months
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Shot Through The Heart
Alexia Putellas x Archer!Reader
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yourinstagram in my Kate Bishop era prepping for the World Archery Championships in my hometown Barcelona
user2 the Kate Bishop era is everything
user3 the fit, the gear, the posture 😍
user1 Alexia liking? we love athletes supporting athletes
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alexiaputellas good food ✔️ good drinks ✔️ good company ✔️
user3 who is she out with?
user1 that food looks great
user2 so, Ona or Aitana she's gone out with, maybe?
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alexiaupdates Alexia spotted heading towards the range where the archery world championships is being held
user1 Alexia being an archery fan is so niche
user4 she just looks so good all the time
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yourinstagram place in the final has been secured
user4 world champion pending
user1 number one ranking is so close
alexiaputellas so proud of you
-> user2 confirmation of who Alexia attended to see!!!
-> user3 besties supporting besties
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alexiaputellas missed this girl so much. seems like almost yesterday we were running around in your backyard
yourinstagram perfect end to a perfect day ❤️
user2 they know each other this well???
-> user2 I thought they had only recently left
-> user4 I think y/n said in an interview once that they had joining gardens so played a lot together when they were little
-> user2 and to think, we could have had archer Alexia or footballer y/n
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yourinstagram getting overwhelmed with my nieces while @alexiaputellas takes pictures. I love coming home
alexiaputellas it was too pretty a picture not to take
-> user4 Alexia be honest, we all know why you took this picture
user2 the abs are abbing
user1 why is one of them holding corn???
-> yourinstagram it's a healthy snack
-> yourinstagram although, all she ended up doing with it was hitting me in the stomach repeatedly 🤷‍♀️
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alexiaputellas matchday
user2 ready for another Barca win
user4 Barca going for gold
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yourinstagram best thing about being home? being able to watch my favourite team in person
user3 y/n's a Barca fan???
-> user4 are you for real? of course she is. She's from Barcelona
-> user4 and she's literally besties with Putellas
marialeonn16 can't wait to see you again!
-> user2 when is the Barca fem x y/n collab gonna happen???
-> user2 I need her trying to teach them to shoot!
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y/nupdates y/n's story from today as she prepares for her finals match which decides both world champion and the world rankings for next year
user2 the concentration is giving Katniss
user4 she looks so cool
user3 do y'all see that @alexiaputellas liked and then unliked this post???
-> user3 stalking fan accounts for her bestie is such strange behaviour
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alexiaupdates Alexia spotted heading to the final of the women's archery world championships. she was stopped and spoke to three French fans and told them that she was there to support her love
user3 I'm calling it guys: y/n x Alexia
-> user3 the perfect childhood friends to lovers story
user4 don't freak out guys
-> user4 it's probably just the language barrier getting in the way
-> user4 I mean, the Spanish are just strangely affectionate
-> user4 it could just be her platonic love
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yourinstagram one of the greatest days of my life! World champion and world number 1. I can't thank everyone who has supported me enough
alexiaputellas so proud of you, amor. there was never a doubt about it
worldarchery world number one to Olympic champion pipeline?
-> user3 omfg y/n needs to win gold at the Olympics
-> user3 today's performance practically cemented her place in the team
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alexiaputellas I remember when we first met, amor. I kicked my football over my fence into your garden and you shot it with your training bow ❤️. I didn't know then that you would become my closest friend and my greatest champion.
I am so glad to have you in my life and I'm so glad that you've finally decided to stay home to train so we no longer have to do long distance.
If you told little Alexia that she would be playing for Barcelona while being married to the world's greatest archer, she wouldn't have believed you but I'm so glad that you popped my football with your arrow because it was truly to start of something special.
Amor, I am so proud of you for finally completing your dream of being world champion and world number one in archery ❤️.
Here is to many more years at the top 🥂 🥂 🥂
yourinstagram my wonderful wife ❤️❤️❤️
user1 not Alexia doing the relationship reveal and the marriage reveal in one post
user4 the queens of the private relationship. how did we not know before???
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yourinstagram my beautiful wife and my biggest fan ❤️. I'm so happy I get to share my triumph and the rest of my life with you.
I'm forever glad you kicked your silly ball over my fence and cried for an hour after you realised I shot it. I'm forever glad that you stuck around to see me do trick shots and shoot my Papa in the foot when I was nine.
And I'm forever glad you let me marry you.
Thank you so much for all your support and love ❤️
alexiaputellas 🥰🥰🥰
user3 not the relationship we thought we wanted but definitely the one we needed
user2 gonna need to know their whole love story like asap
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avwfcstan · 7 months
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Heart Stopper | Leah Williamson
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A/N: this was rushed and probs sucks boooo, will probably do a follow up part too (also not proofread lol)
There were many things that gave you a nervous fluttering in your chest; waking up on your birthday, receiving awards, doing interviews and even meeting fans.
But there was also a few things that made that feeling a hundred times more intense. Playing for your country, and whenever Leah looked at you.
It was cliché, but the two of you were completely head over heels for each other. Leah's gaze was the most beautiful thing you ever had the pleasure of catching, but it would always make your heart race a little faster in your chest. Your fiancée often teased you about how nervous you got when you made eye contact especially considering the four years you had been together, but you just couldn't explain it.
Leah looked at you with so much love and affection, a genuine feeling behind her eyes that made you question what you had done to deserve love like hers. Her eyes never failed to make you smile, and appreciate what you had. She was your world, more important than anything in your life; including your career.
You could think of a thousand different examples of times Leah had made you nervous, when you met, when you finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, when you met her family, winning the Euros with her. But nothing would beat how her eyes brimmed with happy tears when you got down on one knee that night in Athens, during a holiday just after England's victory in the summer.
There was a lot of things that made your heart race, beat against your chest as though it was ready to burst, but Leah would always be at the top of your list.
Today was no different, except you had plenty more reasons to be jittery.
Not too long ago, you were called up to represent England at the World Cup and before you knew it, the time was here. Unfortunately, your soon-to-be-wife had sustained an injury to her ACL a few months prior, and it had left her out of the squad indefinitely due to her recovery period. It was tough time for Leah, but you had remained by her side throughout, and she would be forever thankful that you were.
You had played at your best, as well of the rest of the team and it earned you a spot in the semi-finals against France. It was going to be a very tough game, but you had made it this far, and nobody planned on going home early.
No matter how many times you played for your country, it was still scary. Even though you had played well so far, you were so worried it could all go wrong. That feeling in your chest could be a spiteful bastard, and sometimes turn sour at the worst times. It would become a tight feeling, painful and hard to ignore. But in your line of work, it was something that had to be ignored.
"How you feeling, speedy?" A voice had quickly snapped you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to see Millie Bright taking a seat beside you in the changing room that was already full of eager Lionesses prepping for kick off (and listening to ABBA).
You cleared your throat slightly, feeling that familiar twinge in your chest that threatened to turn unpleasant.
"Good." The lie slipped past your lips, not backed up by the fact that your leg was bouncing so quickly against the floor that it could've created a hole.
Millie chuckled beside you before throwing an arm around your shoulder.
"We're gonna kill 'em, save that energy for the pitch kid."
You offered her a quick smile before she patted your back and moved off to have a conversation with Rachel. It was odd, you hadn't quite had this feeling so intense before, but you had figured that the further you got in the competition, the worse it might be. But Millie was right, conserve your energy and let it out when it mattered.
It wouldn't be long before you were due to line up and head out for kick off, and so despite the rules, you pulled out your phone to text Leah. She had managed to convince the physios at Arsenal that she would be fine to fly out for the end of the tournament, promising to cheer you all on from wherever she was sat. She had texted you with the general area, and you told her you'd look for her when you came out.
Putting your phone away, you rose to your feet and followed the team out.
The feeling was ever present in your chest, but it didn't die down. Shaking your head and balling your hands in fists by your sides, it was game time. Win first, worry later.
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The whistle was blown, and the game kicked off. It was a hard fought battle between both sides. Equal opportunity, but neither could make a real dent in the score line. At the 46th minute, your chest had begun to tighten and your head beginning to hurt, and not in a way you had felt before.
Something was wrong.
An anxiety attack perhaps? Migraine? You had no idea but there was no way in hell you were subbing off this early, not when you were making runs up the wing and crosses into the box that had France's defence all over the place.
One misplaced pass from a French midfielder allowed Lucy to intercept, who passed it promptly to Stanway, sending it you on the left wing where you were already setting up to make the run. Rachel Daly was at the striking position, and after hours of drills, it was about to pay off as an opportunity to score presented itself. By the time the long ball reached your feet, you were off and running it up the line, leaving a stumbling French right back tailing after you. As the end of the pitch appeared, you halted quickly, stopping the ball with you and throwing off the defender for a mere moment.
But that was all you needed.
A sly pass through the legs of said defender allowed you to chip the ball into the rapidly crowding box, but Rachel was there ready to header it in. England, France, the whole stadium held their breath as Daly made contact and sent the shot flying into the top corner. It was though everything was happening in slow motion to you.
Unfortunately, the incredible shot rattled off the woodwork, allowing a defender to clear the ball from the French box, sending both teams back down the pitch.
"France clear the dangerous attempt from England, making safe passes between their back line in order to gain some ground." The commentators were keeping a close eye on this tight-knit game. Their eyes followed every kick of the ball. "-makes a clear pass past Walsh and into the England half, but it appears that Y/L/N has yet to even catch up with her teammates!"
Leah was hyper-focused, prepped for a nasty French counter-attack. With her lower lip between her teeth, she was watching every kick of the ball, hands clenched in hope that the Lioness defence would come through. It was clear that it was neck and neck, and not a single second could be wasted. A French player was closing in on the England box, and Millie was ready to make the tackle, until she noticed a commotion on the pitch.
"France are set on returning the attacking gesture, making good ground- Oh!" The commentator cut himself off. "Is Y/L/N injured? She seems to be stumbling."
The blonde defender's eyes flickered away out the sound of a whistle, the French player halting her attack. Millie's head turned to the sound of the whistle, as did the rest of the players.
There was Rachel, kneeling down beside a body of white kit. Keira stood waving her arms to the side lines, a clear sign of calling for medical aid. The referee had also dropped to her knees, and Leah's heart sank as realisation settled in.
From her position, she was close enough to see that you were lying down on the ground. Still. Unmoving. She didn't see you get tackled, let alone go down. Her throat filled with anxiety, fear. What do I do? Leah couldn't exactly run onto the pitch, but that was her fucking fiancée down there for Christ sake.
"Leah..." Her brother managed out beside her, already knowing. Her brother had come to like you quite a lot, but you were basically part of the family. It was clear the worry was mutual.
The blonde woman heard ringing, her brother's attempts at consoling her falling on deaf ears. She watched as medics ran onto the pitch, and not just team medics, but paramedics. It was clear something was seriously wrong as the ref beckoned them over quickly after her initial examination.
Leah wasn't quite able to process what was going on. Tears pricked in her eyes, and that tight feeling in her own chest had turn into outright panic. Her breathing was staggered, but she was unable to move. She wasn't close enough to hear or see clearly, but she knew.
The English squad all shared a solemn and worrisome look on their faces. Lucy Bronze had her hands on the shoulders of Keira Walsh, seemingly attempting to calm her down. The two of you were close, and seeing you like this was hard. Especially since no-one quite knew what was going on. Lucy pulled Keira away, as the rest of the team quickly stood in a protective circle around yourself and the paramedics, shielding you away from prying eyes in such a vulnerable moment. The French players also joined to fill in the gaps, showing nothing but solidarity for a fellow player.
Your fiancée was only stirred from her panic as her brother grabbed her hand, leading her down from their seats and back inside the stadium. Leah had obviously gained a sort of VIP privilege to watch the match, meaning they had a private area inside before and during the game. As her eyes were torn away from you, her body kicked back into auto drive, ignoring her brother and immediately began searching for someone that could help her.
"Excuse me!" Leah had found what looked like a security guard further down the corridor, just outside the room. "My girlfriend's just been injured and I need to see her!"
The man didn't respond initially, as it seemed he was listening to something being said in his earpiece. "Madam I can't let anyone down there."
Meanwhile, outside the stadium had fallen silent. You were being rushed off the pitch and referee had called a slightly early half-time, sending both teams back to the changing rooms. The Lionesses wasted no time, Sarina was going to have to deliver a game plan at the same time as making sure the rest of the team were okay.
There was a lot of chatter in the changing room.
"Fuck, man!" Lucy stressfully placed her hands on her head. "What the fuck was it?" She asked out loud, hoping for an answer.
"Mate I dunno, she just collapsed." Rachel responded from her seat in her cubby.
Keira just sighed. "It's bad, it's really bad." Emotions threatened to spill over. "She just dropped and she was shaking."
"I heard the paramedics. She was unconscious." Georgia admitted shakily, and the atmosphere in the room changed. But before anyone could say more, Sarina walked in the room alongside some assistant coaching staff.
The girls all shuffled back into their seats, and then Sarina spoke;
"I've been told that Y/N suffered a seizure." The silence in the room was heavy. "We do not know why, but she's on the way to the hospital."
No one knew what to say. Not really.
"Is she going to be okay?" Jess asked what everyone was thinking. The obvious question.
Sarina's gaze dropped.
"I don't know at this time, but it seems that way." Sighs of relief were audible.
Millie then spoke; "Has anyone told Leah?" Heads turned to look at her. "She's here, there's no way she hasn't seen."
"I've sent someone up to grab her, they'll take her to Y/N." The England coach informed her team. "Look ladies, I know you are all gravely concerned about your teammate, and the support and care you showed at their proved it. But Y/N would want you all to go back out there and give it your best."
It was true, the girls all knew how much the game meant to you, and that you were the type of person to never quit. You expected the same thing from everyone else. In truth, it was a part of what made the team so special.
But their hearts also ached for Leah. Watching the person you love have something so horrible happen to them was hard.
So they would go back out there, and win it for you. You and Leah.
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The match was over. England won 2-1.
Leah couldn't quite bring herself to care, though. For a rare occasion, something in her life had taken precedence over the game.
She was sat alone in a waiting room, in some Australian hospital, waiting to hear anything from you. She had been there for two hours. Before Leah could rip off that security guard's head, an England staff member had grabbed her, telling her everything he knew before helping her get to the hospital. She thanked him profusely, and went inside, trying to find out what was going on with you.
The England captain was told to wait, and that was what she had been doing ever since. Her brother had come in and out, busy making phone calls to his and Leah's mum.
"Leah Y/L/N?" Her head snapped up at that. She had forgotten she had lied about her name, telling them you were married already in fear they wouldn't let her see you. Leah bolted up and headed to the nurse who had called her name, indicating for the woman to follow her.
She pulled out her phone and text her brother that she was going to see you before she was brought outside a door. The nurse opened it and ushered her in, stating she would give some privacy before the nurse came over.
For the first time ever, Leah's gaze on you was one filled with heartache.
Hooked up to wires, pale as anything. Sitting in a bed you had no purpose being in. You didn't look like you.
"Y/N..." The tears that the defender had desperately tried to hold back had breached her eyes once again, flowing freely. You were awake, and the sudden noise had you looking over at your lover.
"Leah." You sighed, seeming a lot more awake than she had been expecting. The girl rushed over and grabbed your hand, before you pulled her into a hug, immediately wrapping your arms around hers. "I'm okay, c'mon, I'm okay."
You attempted to soothe her hurt, ironically. But Leah pulled away, sobbing.
"But you're not! Oh my God, you aren't okay!" Leah hated the word hysterical, she thought it had sexist undertones, but she felt a little hysterical right now.
"Hey! I'm alive! I'm breathing! I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?" You quipped, smiling at her. You still looked pale, slow moving. But still, that was you. "It was a seizure. Stress, they said. They need to do more tests but, I'm all good."
Leah knew you were okay, the evidence was right in front of her. But it didn't make this any less scary.
She didn't even have to say anything, her lip just quivering. You pulled her back into you, mindful of the wires connected to your body. "I know, baby. I'm right here." You ran a soothing hand up and down her back.
"I should be comforting you right now." She mumbled into your neck, making you chuckle.
"Ha, I'm sound." That made her giggle.
"You collapsed." She deadpanned, pulling away slightly again.
"I know."
"You're going to be okay?" She asked, those beautiful eyes finding yours again. "You're going to be okay."
"I know." You repeated, and your fiancée kissed your cheek.
She spent the next minutes asking you how you felt, and you explained how you felt just before you went down and how you remembered nothing whilst you were unconscious.
"I didn't even know I had a fit till I got in the ambulance. I just felt so...tired. Exhausted." Recounting your trip to the hospital, Leah was constantly stroking your hair, looking you in the eyes to make sure you were really there. "But I'm good. I'll be good."
Leah didn't say anything, she just leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. The two of you shared a sweet embrace until a short beep on your monitor made you both pull away. Leah turned her head and saw your heart rate monitor, and that your BPM had spiked slightly.
Your face went red with realisation, and Leah just bit her lower lip bashfully.
"Do I make you nervous or something?" She teased, and you just sighed at her antics.
"Shut up!" You flopped back into the bed, letting yourself lean against the mattress.
There was a beat of silence.
"I didn't make anything stressful for you, right? I know the last few months have been hard-" You cut Leah's rambling off quickly before she could spiral, knowing what she was like.
"Nope! None of that please. Leah, I've always been shit with dealing with stress. It's my own fault for bottling it up. I'm gonna start seeing someone when we get back, manage my emotions better. Promise." You reassured her, and you meant what you said. You knew Leah had some of the toughest months of her life the past year. Coming off the highs of captaining the team to the Euros win, to being injured and missing out on the biggest tournament in the world was so hard. But you didn't regret helping her through a single minute of that, and no matter how tough it was really, you would never let her take the blame because there was simply none to place on her shoulders.
The two of you were interrupted by a doctor entering the room, apologising for the intrusion.
"Ah, I see your wife found you then, Mrs Y/L/N?" He smiled, walking over to your other side and checking a few machines.
You turned your head sheepishly to Leah.
"Wife, huh?"
She just hummed in response.
"A couple of months, give or take."
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gimmeurtmi · 1 year
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puppy love — bang chan
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
tags: established relationship, fluff, domestic bliss
warnings: swearing, fluff, puppy!, i wrote this at 4am.
inspo: buzzfeed’s puppy interview
notes: i couldn’t not write this, okay? chan with puppies was just everything i needed.
{ wc: 1925 }
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“okay, don’t get mad,” your boyfriend said as soon as you stepped foot in your flat.
you barely even closed the door behind you yet he already stood in front of you, hands in front of his body as if to protect himself or stop you from lashing out on him.
“what did you do?” you asked slowly, looking around the house suspiciously.
“promise you won’t get mad first,” chan begged, hands now in a small prayer lock in front of his body. he even bowed his head slightly.
“i won’t get mad,” chan sighed in relief, “unless you did something incredibly stupid.”
“no, no, listen,” he tried to defend himself, “it’s not stupid! i thought it through!”
“channie,” you giggled, taking a step forward, “what did you do?”
“it was felix who suggested it and honestly, yeah, i agree with him so i don’t think it’s anything bad, really, i have a whole plan in place so you won’t have any stress about it and i promise i’ll take care of everything and—“
“—chris!” you yelled out, putting both your hands on his shoulder. “just tell me and stop freaking out before i even reacted.”
he smiled sheepishly at you before nodding his head.
“okay, so,” he took in a deep breath, “you know how we had an interview with buzzfeed today?”
“sure,” you nodded, your mind blanking out of any possibilities for what your boyfriend might have done to make him react this way; too nervous to even confess what he did.
“anyway. we have a dog now.”
as if waiting for his cue, just as chan spoke those words, a small puppy ran into the room.
it was black and white, but you could only barely make out his fur as he zoomed around your living room from one end to the other, slipping and sliding on the floor, as if chasing an invisible foe.
“his name is maniac,” chan smiled, hopefully.
“oh, i can tell,” you chuckled, as maniac came over to you and jumped up your leg a few times in greeting.
you picked up the puppy, letting it squirm in your hold as he licked you and kicked his paws around your arms.
“so?” chan raised his eyebrows, his irresistible smile following. “what do you think?”
“no,” you said simply.
“what? why?” he exclaimed.
“chan, you’re never home,” you sighed, “who’s gonna take care of this little guy when you’re away and i’m working?”
“okay, so,” chan took his phone out, “here’s a list of the top ten dog sitters in our area.”
“chan—“
“—and here’s a number for a dog trainer as well, who can look after him when we’re both busy and maybe teach him some manners as well.”
“but—“
“—and until he’s fully trained i bought these puppy pads,” he pointed to the corner, where a white pad as big as maniac sat on the floor, “so he won’t make a mess. and if he ever does i will clean it up.”
“and when you’re not here?”
“i spoke to a cleaner and they’re fine with coming along to clean the house if that ever happens.”
so he did think it through.
“okay, but what about our trip to jeju island next month?” you raised your brows.
“i spoke to the airbnb and they said they accept animals with an extra charge which i already paid for. and the man suggested some nice dog friendly activities around the area as well.”
it was almost like maniac knew you were talking about him, about an exciting trip, and he started wagging his tail manically before he jumped out of your arms and started rushing around the table in quick circles.
“he needs to be neutered,” you pointed out.
“he has an appointment with a vet tomorrow afternoon for his shots and that as well.”
“you promised me we’re going shopping tomorrow,” you countered.
“felix is taking him after the appointment,” he assured you.
you purses your lips as you stared him down. you had no more objections to raise at him.
you knew your boyfriend, and he was never impulsive. he would’ve thought every scenario through before bringing the dog into the house.
you sighed.
chan did his best impression of maniac’s puppy eyes and fuck did it work.
“okay.”
“okay?” he nearly yelled.
“if you promise to keep up everything you just said,” you pointed a finger at him in warning.
“yes, yes! i promise!”
“and he’s not sleeping in our bed,” you warned.
“you want me all to yourself?” he smirked at you, stepping forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.
“shut up,” you giggled, as he planted more and more kisses on your skin.
chan wrapped his strong arms around your body, pulling you into a close hug before he released.
“okay now that you’re not mad, let’s go get some takeaway from that place you really like down the street,” chan raised his brows at you, dimples on full display, sparkles in his eyes. he knew you couldn’t resist him—and although the would never abuse that power—you both knew you weren’t going to get mad at him regardless of what he did.
you nodded at him, placed a small kiss on his cheek, and waited patiently as chan got the brand new lead he bought along with all the other things your new puppy might need.
chan had to chase maniac around the room three times before the puppy stood still for long enough for chan to click the lead onto the black collar maniac wore.
“maybe we should get him a green collar, so he can match with the song,” you suggested. chan giggled at you.
“we can buy him anything you want, my darling,” he promised, grabbing hold of maniac who was squirming around as he took his keys and wallet off the side table.
the pair of you started walking slowly to your destination, maniac’s lead secured around chain’s wrist as he shoved his hand into his black skinny jeans.
the weather was soothing, the warm air around you relieved slightly by a low breeze, and the sun was still a few hours away from setting. you could feel the hints of autumn in the air still.
the slow pace of your walk, chain’s outfit, the weather—it was all so reminiscent of your first date. chan took you for a walk down to the park where the pair of you sat down for a picnic and talked and talked and talked. he was wearing all black that day too, a plaid shirt tied around his waist. he later on confessed he only brought it along in case you were cold and needed another layer. he hasn’t cut that habit ever since.
your visit to jeju island was planned in order to celebrate two years together, so even the time of year was the same.
it felt like taking a walk in the past—the only difference now was the puppy running circles around you two, and the fact chan was your lockscreen and not the boy you were nervous about holding hands with.
because you could, because you wanted to, you bumped your hand against chan’s, the same way you did that night when you wanted to hold his hand but were too scared to initiate the contact.
when you bumped your knuckles together, chan giggled.
“i was just thinking about our first date, you know,” he mused, “you did that that night too.”
“only took you ten minutes to get my hint and hold my hand that night,” you rolled your eyes at him with a grin.
“i was building up the courage!” he defended, lacing your hands together in a calm familiarity. “you can’t just hold a pretty girl’s hand without preparing.”
“well, i hope you’re prepared for this,” you pulled on your interlocked hands, stopping chan’s walk, before you placed your free hand on his cheek. you pulled him in as you pressed your lips together. chan sighed into the kiss.
“nothing can prepare me for your kisses,” he confessed as you pulled away slightly, eyes still closed.
“even after two years?” you giggled.
“when we’re celebrating twenty years i still won’t be used to it,” he promised, inviting a small family of butterflies into your stomach.
your ears grew warm as you looked into chan’s face and the sparkle hiding in his brown eyes.
at that, maniac jumped up on your legs, urging he gets more of the attention.
so the pair of you resumed your walk, the lead long enough to let him explore while still comfortably within chan’s grasp.
you picked up the food and made your way back home, not wasting any time before devouring your favourite dish.
when dinner was done chan showed you how much food maniac should be having (according to google) and promised to ask the vet for the proper advice on that. once maniac was done eating (he reminded you of jeongin when he ate) the three of you decided on watching a movie.
chan wrapped a hand around your shoulders, inviting you to cuddle into his chest as you watched whatever new film netflix was suggesting first.
chan rubbed his hands up and down your arm, sneaking a kiss onto the top of your hair every now and then.
midway through the movie, maniac jumped on the bed, and you noticed he was holding something gray in his mouth.
he walked all the way over to you, and placed it on your lap. it was wolfchan.
“maniac!” you cooed, “where did you find him? i’ve been looking all over for him!”
it was clear from the way the puppy raised his eyebrows at you that he thought wolfchan was just a toy, and was waiting for you to throw it around so you two could play, but instead you tucked wolfchan safely under your arm.
maniac whined impatiently.
chan patted his lap a few times, his voice raising incredibly high as he told maniac to come sit down.
“good boy,” he said, going even higher, “she couldn’t sleep without him when i’m gone.”
maniac’s head turned 45 degrees to the side, as if he was failing to understand why chan would ever be gone. you’d get along well with maniac, you think.
“chan,” you said after a while, the three of you settled into a warm position. your hand was rubbing up and down the puppy’s fur after he settled down in your boyfriend’s lap.
“yeah?” he hummed before kissing your cheek.
“you said he isn’t gonna sleep in our bed.”
“we’re just cuddling, he’ll jumped down after,” chan promised.
halfway through the movie you dosed off—you realised this when you woke up at five in the morning with an urge to pee.
chan was wrapped around you and so you delicately peeled his hands off you. you were quite used to doing that after all this time.
maniac followed you out of the room, waited patiently—which you did not expect—and followed you back into bed once you were done, as if he was tasked with keeping you safe during the night.
he jumped onto the bed right after you climbed in and settled back into chan’s warm embrace.
he definitely didn’t tell maniac to get off the bed once the movie was over.
it was the only time chan ever broke one of his promises to you—but when you looked at maniac curled into a black and white ball at the edge of the bed, you decided you weren’t that mad about it anyway.
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finelinevogue · 4 months
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love her stupid
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summary - you are jealous of harry’s new bandmate, when you really don’t need to be
word count - ~1k
pairing - nonfamous!harry x reader
You didn’t think you really ever got jealous.
Not like this.
Sitting in your boyfriend’s room, alone whilst your boyfriend and his bandmates practiced downstairs, you never thought you’d be jealous of their new lead vocalist.
Your boyfriends band - Last Day on Earth - were in need of a female voice to better their music, and after many interviews for someone they came across Shana. She was a brilliant singer with just the right love for this kind of music - indie rock.
She was also out, most definitely, for your boyfriend.
You had come straight from the library to Harry’s house, hoping to spend the evening with your boyfriend.
When you arrived you heard them before you saw them. Harry and the band often practiced in his mum’s basement, as long as they were finished up by 10PM.
“Hello, love!” Anne had coddled you on the way in, taking your jacket from you and hanging it up in her under-stairs cupboard like you were part of the family.
“How are you, Anne?” You asked.
“Doing alright, love, yeah. You?” She pointed towards the kettle. “Cuppa?”
“Oh, no thanks. Just gonna see H if that’s okay?”
“Of course. He’s downstairs with Mitch, Tyler, Pauli and Shana.”
“S-Shana?” You questioned, pulling the sleeves of Harry’s sweatshirt over your hands and crossing your arms over your chest.
“Yes. She’s the bands new lead singer. Bit pitchy if you ask me, but it’s not my band.” Anne shrugged her shoulder and continued making herself a tea.
“Is Sarah here?”
“Yes, she is actually. Mitch is giving her a ride home I think.” Anne said, because apparently she was more clued up on your friends than you were.
“Okay.” You nodded, smiling. “Think I’m just gonna go to Harry’s room for a bit. If that’s okay?”
“Do what you want, Y/N. This house is as much yours as it is ours.”
You thanked Anne and walked up to Harry’s room.
Harry’s room was very stereotypical for a guy going through college. He had his bed with blur bedsheets and duvet. His posters on his walls from famous movies and concerts he liked. His bookshelf filled with Tolkein and Pratchett. His drum set in the corner of the room and his desk in another.
You threw your tote bag to the floor by the door and jumped onto his bed, before laying down.
His whole room smelt of him, obviously, and you absolutely loved it. He smelt so warm and musky. He smelt homely and comforting.
And after a long day studying, that was just what you needed.
You took out your phone and pulled up your text messages.
To Harry: in your room xx
To Harry: just going to lay here for a bit, then i’ll come say hi to you and the band xx
It took you a while to build up the energy to speak to people, especially after a long day studying. Your social battery took a long time to charge up and then drained almost instantly after one use, much like your old(ish) iphone.
You pulled out Harry’s Nintendo Switch and loaded up a new Mario Kart game.
Even though it was Harry’s Switch, you used it much more than he did. Harry much rather prefers his PC for gaming. A lot of the time he’ll game whilst you read, both of your sitting in comfortable silence as you enjoy being in each others presence.
Your phone pinged when you finished scrolling through Instagram.
From Harry: I’ll be up in 5 x
You didn’t expect Harry to stop practicing with his band, especially not for you, but it made your heart swell knowing he cared about you so much as to stop band practice for a little bit so he could see you.
A day apart from each other was too long. You had even packed your toothbrush today with the hope Harry would be okay with you staying over.
You pulled out Harry’s plaid pyjama bottoms from underneath his pillow, stepped out of your uncomfortable jeans and put on his pyjamas. It was a sigh of relief and comfort when you put them on.
You won your game on the Switch with a whispered cheer just as Harry walked into his room.
“Hey, you.” He smiled.
“Harry!” You cheered, dropping the Switch to greet him.
You sat up on his bed, coming to kneel at the edge of his bed with your arms out. He walked over to you and into your awaiting arms, linking his own around your neck and giving the top of your head a couple of kisses.
You hummed in comfort as you took in his homely smell.
You squeezed him a little tighter before letting him go. You moved back just a bit rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him from an unflattering angle.
“You okay?” He smiled down at you, double chins only making him look prettier.
“Mhm.” You tiredly smiled.
“How was the library?”
“Boring. Missed my study buddy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry baby.”
“Kiss? To make it up to me?”
Harry laughed, “Of course.”
He leant down slowly and you tilted your head to the side to let him have room. You captured his lips with yours, softly. It was a slow and soft kiss. Intimate and loving.
You pulled away, only for Harry to chase your lips back to his kissing you again. You smiled into the kiss, before giving him what he was clearly craving; You.
You reached up a hand from around him to bring up to his cheeks and squish them, so his lips could break away from yours.
“Oi, piss off.” Harry sounded silly at he spoke with your fingers squishing his cheeks.
You giggled, letting him go completely, before sitting back on your heels and smiling up at him.
Harry ended up resting his palms on the bed either side of you, bending down to your head height to speak to you.
“Come watch us play?” He asked politely, kissing your cheek.
“But Shana’s there.” You looked down, suddenly finding your fingers far more interesting. You messed with the ring on your finger that was actually Harry’s. The one he’d given to you one random night together, to show you how much he loved you.
“She is.”
“Yeah.” You said, not knowing how to articulate what you meant.
“She’s nice.” Harry added.
“I bet she is.” You huffed, when you had no reason to.
“She’s a good vocalist too, which is the only reason she’s here.”
“How good?” You looked up at him.
“Good enough that her girlfriend recommended her to us.” Harry smirked, knowing he got you there.
“Oh. Cool.”
Harry quickly kissed your forehead before standing up to normal height. “C’mon Little Miss Jealous.”
He held out a hand for you. You took it and he helped to pull you off the bed. He pulled you close to him so you chest hit his with a soft collision.
“Hey.” He spoke to get your attention. You tilted your head up to look at him through starry eyes.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
You smiled, “Love you too.”
“Who loves me?” He asked for you to be clearer.
“I do.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”
Harry always knew what to say, even when you were being unnecessarily mardy. There was no reason for you to be jealous for Shana, but sometimes you got in your own head too much.
Harry was always there to coax you out of your head though, working through your jealousy until you knew there was no reason.
He always validated you, but he also always reassured you.
“Okay. We can go now.” You nodded more confidently.
“Ready to watch me with heart eyes, baby?” Harry smirked.
“Always do, baby. Can you play ‘Love Her Stupid’?” You gave him puppy eyes.
“Think that’s a great idea, love.”
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(bonus)
You made it downstairs with Harry.
You found yourself walking in behind Harry, who went straight to the cookie cupboard.
His mum hit his hand before he could grab the whole packet.
“You can have one, mister. Dinner will be ready soon.” Anne said.
You laughed as Harry groaned and tilted his head back in frustration. His craving for biscuits was a serious one. One that you joked about with him all the time.
“Y/N, tell him he needs to cut down on the biscuits.” Anne tapped Harry’s stomach.
Harry was toned, don’t get anyone wrong, but he also had a little bit of chub there when he wanted. You loved how he didn’t take his body too seriously, but also didn’t neglect himself.
“I do tell him. He just doesn’t listen.”
“Listen to your girlfriend H, otherwise you’ll bloody lose her.” Anne lectured him.
“Lose her?” Harry scoffed. “Y/N’s obsessed with me.”
“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes, but realistically what he said was the truth. You were obsessed and you were okay with that.
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palajae · 5 months
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PAIRING... skater!niki x skater!reader | GENRE... figure skating! au, romance, angst, fluff, unconditional love? | WC... 0.6k | “it’s just what?”
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“congratulations on another wonderful performance and win! you guys have been dominating the couples skate for years now even though you’re still so young, how do you feel?” 
your partner’s arm around you tightens a bit as he stares into the camera, leaning into the mic. the sweat fresh from coming off the ice gleams on his forehead and you stare at his side profile, resisting the urge to wipe a drop running down the side of his cheek. 
still breathing heavily, he manages to sport a bright grin. 
“yeah, well, i think the fans will be happy. we worked really hard, and i hope the performance shows that.” he glances down at you as you smile back up at him. 
“i think we’re both satisfied. i’m proud of y/n too, as always.” 
your smile grows a bit at that.
you and niki had been partners for over six years now, having essentially grown up together. you think you’ve spent more time with niki on the ice than you have at home with your family. 
but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 
you respected him immensely, trusted him entirely, and you knew he felt the same. the fans could see it too. 
it showed in every interaction, every performance. you two were naturally close and friendly, so the shipping that came along with it was expected. no one could deny your chemistry. 
after the interview finishes, you and niki finish up with pictures of you with your medals. he even picks you up and spins you around as you laugh, beaming at your expression. 
when you finally get a moment to rest, he ruffles your hair. “good job today. i’m proud of you.” 
you shove his hand away playfully, “you worked hard too. did you want to grab some food before we get back to the hotel? i’m kinda hungry and you know-“
you glance at niki to see him typing away on his phone. you poke his cheek. 
“hm? yeah?” 
you cross your arms and huff as he sheepishly squeezes your side as an apology. 
“i said, did you want to get some food? coach said we don’t have any more schedules, so we should be free…”
niki bites his lip. “sorry, i already have some plans. but i’ll meet you back at the hotel?” 
you frown. since when did he ever not want to spend time with you? 
“alright, see you later.” 
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you end up passing out back at the hotel and don’t see niki until the next day for practice. it goes smoothly as usual, but he seems a little off. 
it’s not until your coach calls break when you nudge him, skating in circles around him like an animal surrounding their prey. 
“what’s up with you?”
“what do you mean?
you raise an eyebrow, taking his hands and pulling him along. “you know what i mean, so spill.”
he sighs heavily, “i wanted to wait until we got home, but…”
“but?” 
“I think i’m gonna go out with haerin.” 
you stop. and slowly let go of his hands. 
“oh.”
“it’s nothing serious for now,” he adds hastily, “we’re just getting to know each other.” 
“no, no, of course,” you mumble while collecting your thoughts. 
“it’s just-“
“its just what?” niki perks up almost immediately like he was anticipating your response with a glint in his eyes. 
“nothing.” you smile flatly. “i was just surprised.” 
it certainly seemed out of the blue. it wasn’t that you minded—niki could date whoever he liked. you guys were just professional partners and always had been. 
but why does something feel so wrong? 
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a/n ▸ happy happy halloween (if you celebrate it)👻 ☺️to be continued…. hehe the rest are already planned so keep a look out ;)
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haunted-headset · 4 months
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🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍
Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.
word count: 761
tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)
cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end
a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see
You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.
When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.
"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.
"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."
"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."
"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.
"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"
"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"
"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"
You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.
"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.
"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"
"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"
"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"
"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"
"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.
Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.
"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."
You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.
"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.
"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."
& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.
"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."
He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.
"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.
"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"
For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.
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