#789 words

[rockingrobin69]

Erm, hello there, may I perhaps have a trick, with some treat vibes?? Pretty please???

Hello my love! Here's some soft smut for you, rated E.

Most Favourite

“I’m not asking for much,” Draco said, reasonably, “only to be your favourite person in the whole entire world. That’s it.”

Harry, still laughing, wiping his face on his sleeve: “Oh, that’s it.”

“Yes! You don’t even have to love me or anything. You don’t need to make any romantic grand gestures or, or, keep finding new ways to please me, or—although this feels fairly nice.”

To the stubble-rough kisses Harry couldn’t help but pepper on his soft inner thigh. “Fairly nice?”

“Fine, it feels fucking fantastic, happy?”

The grin on his face was starting to ache in the corners. “Delirious,” Harry said, and settled himself between Draco’s legs, mouthing the gap under his briefs. “C’mon, baby, help me get these off.”

Draco was mumbling something about getting off, but he did lift his sweet arse so that Harry could pull the boxers down, kissing the soft, fuzzy skin he was baring. To the perfect arch of Draco’s foot, curling with ticklish pleasure; back up to nuzzle behind his knee, to lather his thigh with warm licks and to bite the supple, fleshy part of it till Draco squealed.

“Oi! Brute. You didn’t answer my question.”

“There was a question there?” grinning into blond pubic hair. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.”

An indignant shriek. “You know that wasn’t it!”

“My love,” sprinkling adoring kisses on the base of Draco’s cock, “my sincerest apologies, but I’m a little bit busy, see,” and the sharp breathing and the stirring interest and the lovely pink on Draco’s cheeks when he looked up assured him Draco supported the endeavour. Still, and only savouring it a little: “Would you like me to stop?”

Draco had the cutest pout. “No?” he said. “No. Just—I know it’s terribly childish but I need, ah,” voice melting when Harry traced a wet finger down his crack and round and round his hole.

“You need?” a little cruelly, making up for it with a generous lave of his cock, which had conveniently, fantastically, started to drip.

“Harry,” more a moan than a demand now. “Don’t—ah—change the subject. I—hngh,” trembling under his hands, the dearest and most beautiful little menace Harry’d ever seen. “More!”

“More?” incredulously, enamoured, “oh, no. I think you might need more.”

Squirming and convoluting, entangling himself in the sheets, already so frantic and truly, Harry’s barely even done anything. Apart from teasing him and teasing him and maybe sucking with a little more vigour now, tongue slipping on the vein on the underside of Draco’s perfect cock, and the finger Harry didn’t realise had gone a full knuckle in kept going in circles and, huh, Harry still had his clothes on? Hot, but unnecessary.

With only one hand, and a smidge of his concentration, Harry managed to rid himself of the shirt, and halfway done with the jeans (“Ah, ah, Ha-rry, fuck, ah, gods”) and fuck, if his boxers just, down to the knees right that will do, and in desperation and with the scorching heat of Draco all around him he nearly missed the wail, which would have been a real shame. Every minute of this was a miracle, and—the look on Draco’s face. “What is it?” with a sudden pang of dread. “Darling?”

“I just,” Harry didn’t know if this was good-sobbing or bad-sobbing, but his heart clenched anyway, “I need to know it’s possible. I know you have so many, ah, fuck, there are much better people in your life and, and, Harry, I can’t think when you’re doing that!”

“Doing—” he realised his finger was still moving. Made it stop. “Draco, if what’s possible?”

“If I could ever be your…” desolately looking away, and Harry’s chest was a riot and nothing made sense besides—

“Favourite?” blinking at the contorted face, at this ridiculous, ridiculous man, “you want to know if you can be my favourite? Bloody—absolute ninny, of course you already are?”

“Am what?”

Harry shook his head, words failing him for a moment, then leaned down to pet Draco’s cheek. “A wanker,” he laughed, and kissed his cheek. “A git,” kissed the other one. “An absolute twat,” the tip of his nose. “And my absolute favourite person. You berk.”

Draco laugh-sobbed, eyes big and grey. “Really?”

“Really,” unable to look at him, trailing kisses down his neck, his shoulder, his sides.

“And you couldn’t bloody say so when I practically went and made a gigantic arse of my—argh!” when Draco’s cock was back where it belonged. “Merlin! Give a man a warning, will you?”

Harry shrugged and resumed his very important mission of sucking another confession out of Draco. Maybe if he made him see stars Draco would admit that Harry’s his favourite, too.  

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[leschanceux]

@fatedtruths is going to hate me! -

"what the bloody hell is this?" pip demands, slamming a folder with the emails between his brother and alexander claremont-diaz down in front of henry. he's called a formal meeting for this confrontation, just because he doesn't want witnesses or distractions; he knows exactly what information he wants from his brother, and he's determined to get it.

he must be the last person in the country to read henry's emails, having initially avoiding everything but the barest bones of the summary he'd been handed by his equerry when the situation had first broken, and then figuring that his brother and the american had deserved some small kernel of privacy after everything else. they'd been getting on so well recently, better than they had in so long, able to attempt to be brothers again instead of whatever it was that they'd become when philip had been trying to ensure henry would have a future to return to when he'd stopped messing around.

but martha had pushed and pushed and pushed, suggesting that he read the emails and constantly asking if he had yet, and his equerry had asked if he'd read them and left the folder out in plain sight, and- and so philip had settled down to read them, to allow himself a tiny window into his brother's soul without even asking henry if it was alright first.

he wished he hadn't now. he wished he'd ignored both martha and johnstone and kept his nose out of those private exchanges, gone on living in blissful ignorance of the discussions of henry's cock-sucking abilities and the other details he'd chosen to share, baring his soul to the first son.

i took my first time, with one of my brother's mates from uni when i was seventeen-

the words stare up at him, highlighted in a gaudy fucking yellow like they're not already branded into the backs of his eyelids. they're all he can focus on. out of everything henry had written to the american, this is what has his full attention, because it's so close to home.

my first time

he feels sick to his stomach. he remembers his own first time, and while that hadn't exactly been the picture of bliss and relaxation, it had at least been with someone his own age who was equally inexperienced and they had both harboured genuine feelings for each other ( though a stop was put to it all rather swiftly --- the heir to the throne of britain could not be allowed to have a relationship with just anybody, after all ).

one of my brother's mates from uni

"who was it?" he feels genuinely ill, cycling through the entirety of his class at st. andrew's to try and pin a face on someone he thinks might've been the type to take advantage of a seventeen year old.

seventeen

the age difference - six years! - sticks in his throat like shards of glass. henry had been a child. he might protest such --- the legal age of consent might be sixteen, but henry had been a child and philip's mate ( he can't even stomach thinking about the word, the faces the epithet has attached to ) had been a literal fucking adult.

my first

"henry. who, and where?" so help him god, if he doesn't get answers sometime soon, he's going to lose his mind. he's never been the most patient of people - he's never had to be, really. people don't usually keep a prince waiting for things.

mates from uni

it's sick, he thinks distantly, pressing for the sordid details of his little brother's first time - something that he would usually respect as private information, only to be shared at henry's leisure. but this... with philip's classmate. classmates? who knows how many of them decided to have a go?

he can't go down that route of thought if he wants to live to see his next birthday with all his mental faculties ( relatively ) intact.

my brother

had he done this? had he facilitated his friends to take advantage of his little brother? all those parties he'd taken henry to, all the times he'd dragged the younger boy along to dinners and activities with his friends, just so he'd have a chance at growing up around the 'right' kinds of people who were closer to him in age than gran's band of geriatrics who should really have been in the 'right' kind of nursing home rather than making legal decisions for the country. was this his fault?

"just tell me. just fucking tell me, henry."

he's going to kill whoever it is. he's going to rip whoever's head from his fucking shoulders and feed it to the crows outside the fucking tower of london.

"please, tell me."

#fatedtruths #THREAD; ( PHILIP ) #WITH; ( HENRY ) #VERSE; ( POST CANON ) #789 words of pure angst just for you

[wprowers]

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[dumbseee]

soft launch.

in which, mick is soft launching you.

mich schumacher x reader.

fc: sophia birlem.

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fan2: WHO IS THAT

fan3: with all due respect you look delicious but WHO is that lovely lady?

fan4: the pic is so cute omg

fan5: whoever that is i hope she’s good to him

fan6: NOT MY HUSBAND

fan7: mick soft launching?

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fan6: A YEAR???

fan7: THEY’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A YEAR??

fan8: a year like 365 days? damn schumacher

fan9: nah but hiding a whole gf for a year when you have crazy groupies up your ass every single day is insane

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[sunsetkerr]

KISS & TELL | s.kerr

summary: the girls find out exactly who gave you that ring [789 words]

pairing: matildas!reader x sam kerr

notes: the long-awaited second part to 'hush hush'! this was the most voted wip to work on, next piece will be too far gone which was the second most popular xx happy valentines week loves!

IT WENT ON FOR about a week.

Your teammates pestered you all throughout camp about who gave you your engagement ring, and most importantly, how you kept it a secret for so long.

You gave them bits and pieces. Oh, we've been together for a few years now, but we've just kept it private..... She's super busy lots of the time, really hectic work schedule...... We played soccer together growing up.... You just didn't relay that you still play together. That your fiancee actually captains you.

Sam was enjoying every moment of it. She loved the secrecy, she adored watching her teammates pull their hair out over it. Chids had a whole shared notes app dedicated to adding information about your dubbed, 'mystery woman'. Sam revelled in her new title.

She was feeling extra cheeky, there was no denying that. Sam was at her peak watching everyone scramble around, listening as you slipped out little pieces of information of your relationship together.

Did you feel guilty that you hadn't told your team? Sure. But you and Sam never really felt the need to. They're your family, you love them with your whole heart- but this was one thing you and Sam just wanted for yourselves.

"Well I want to help plan your hens night," Alanna shrugged. The topic of your secret engagement had come up again after dinner one night.

"No because I'm not going unless you tell us!" Macca argued from her spot on the beanbag, Harper on her lap. You laughed, crossing your arms and putting your feet up on the couch.

"We can do without the numbers, Mac" You waved her off.

"Hey Y/N?" Ellie walked into the lounge area looking for you. "Can I grab my pre-wrap from you tonight please? I wanna start packing for Queensland,"

"Always punctual as usual" Mini chirped from her place on the couch, your feet resting in her lap.

"Shut up" Ellie quipped.

You chuckled, "Yeah, let me go grab it". You headed off towards your room and managed to pinch Sam's ass on your way past her, distracting her from the in-depth conversation she was having with Steph.

You chuckled as she tried her best to ignore you, but you knew she could never. Once you got into your room, it was only a matter of seconds before Sam followed you in. She crept up behind you and snaked her arms around your waist, tickling you as she squeezed you tight.

"You're cheeky, hey" She laughed, kissing your cheek as you giggled and tried to push your way out of her grasp. She moved her way down to your neck and you tried your best not to squirm in pleasure, knowing that at any second anyone could come-

"Aunny Sammy and Y/N are kissing!"

Your heart dropped and you pulled apart from Sam. You both turned around to see Harper standing in the doorway, pointing at you and Sam who she had just caught in the act.

"Mummy!" She ran off, yelling down the hallway.

"Harps, Harper! No!" You called after her, running down the hallway. She was surprisingly fast for a near-three year old. By the time you managed to find her she was already halfway through relaying to your team what she had seen.

"They kiss! Sam and Y/N kiss like Mum and Mummy!" She smiled looking back over to you. Sam had now come up behind you, a guilty look on her face, your lipgloss smeared on her lips.

"Skip.." Mary spoke up, slowly looking from you to Sam. "Is that true? Did you kiss Y/N?" She asked a shocked look on her face. The rest of your team looked at you both in silence.

Sam begrudenly crossed her arms over her chest and nodded her head shyly, a smile breaking out on her lips. "She just got engaged, Sam.. Not cool" Mary shook her head.

"Oh my god," Alanna erupted.

"Are you serious Maz?"

"Jesus fucking Christ" Mackenzie put her head in her hands with a sigh.

"What?" Mary held up her hands, looking from everyone back to you both. Sam chuckled and stepped forwards, holding up your hand that dawned your shiny new engagement ring.

You saw the cogs turn in her head before they finally clicked. "Oh my god!" She screamed, rushing over to congratulate you both. The girls all followed suit, shouting at you both for keeping it a secret from them all for so long.

"I can't believe you!" Alanna hugged you from behind, her arms around your neck.

"I don't kiss and tell, Kennedy!" You smiled as you watched Sam explain to your team how she proposed. You were so happy to finally have your team in on your secret. It just made it all that much sweeter.

#one shots . * • . #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #sam kerr

[niki-phoria]

YOU'RE MY ONLY LOVE FROM HEAVEN

pairing: non idol!yeonjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 789

includes: mentions of studying, yeonjun is a little cocky, written with a jock x nerd dynamic in mind but it doesn't really come through lol

“you’re staring.” you just barely catch the mischievous glint in yeonjun’s eyes when he meets your gaze. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he props face against his hand. 

“you’re handsome,” you retort. the flicker of surprise that flashes across his face fills you with pride. everything about yeonjun drips with confidence - from the relaxed way his eyes scan your expression to the compliments that leave his lips with ease - which only makes it all the more satisfying in those rare moments when you’re able to fluster him. 

he’s smiling now, absentmindedly pushing a hand through his hair as he chuckles. with his bangs pushed back, even if only slightly, you’re fully able to see his features. there’s a barely noticeable pink tint on his plump lips. despite the eyebags you can see lingering underneath his eyes, you’ve never heard a complaint dare to escape his lips. 

the report you were supposed to be writing is all but forgotten when yeonjun leans a little closer. the space separating you is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. he’s close enough for you to touch, but not enough to feel. it’s infuriating. and, even worse, yeonjun knows it.

“is your flirting always this bold?” 

you cock your head at him in mock confusion, glancing back down at your still-open textbook in a poor attempt to return to your studying. “who said i was flirting?”

yeonjun only offers a soft hum in response. a momentary silence falls over the room. for a second, the only noise you can hear is the soft ticking of a lonely clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of how little time you have to finish your work. 

unfortunately, your peace doesn’t last for long. 

the chair beside you achingly scrapes against the floor before yeonjun slides into the seat beside you. his knees knock against your own as he dramatically opens his books, flipping mindlessly through the pages before he settles on his destination with a satisfied hum. “what did you get for number seven?”

the question is so innocuous it almost catches you off guard at first. you wait for a second, waiting for a snarky remark that never comes. “twelve.” 

“thanks.”

when you turn to glance at yeonjun again, you’re almost shocked to see him already staring at you. it shouldn’t fluster you nearly as much as it does. he softly smiles, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair out of your face. “choi,” you do your best to sound intimidating, though you can even hear the way your words falter. his fingers trail along your jawline before finally settling against your cheek; his thumb gently brushes against your cheek.

“y/n,” he murmurs. yeonjun’s gaze lowers to stare at your lips before he meets your eyes once again. his touch feels like it’s igniting fires against your skin. “is this okay?”

you manage a simple nod in response. yeonjun smiles softly in return. you’re half expecting him to pull away, return to his playful teasing and maybe copy down a few of your answers onto his own paper. but he doesn’t. 

instead, he leans in a little closer. your heartbeat is even faster than before. you feel hyper-aware of everything around you: yeonjun’s hand still resting against your cheek, the limited distance between your bodies, the way his gaze lingers on your lips for just a little too long. 

yeonjun stops when there are still a few centimeters between your faces. there’s enough space for you to pull away - to turn back to your work and pretend like this never happened. to go back to the way it was before. 

but you don’t. you don’t want to.

his lips part slightly. you’re not sure what he’s about to say. 

your body moves faster than your mind. tentatively, you press your lips against yeonjun’s. a second passes before he reacts. and then, you both decide there’s no going back now. 

yeonjun’s lips are soft against your own. they smell faintly of mint - so light it’s barely there. your bodies mold together perfectly. 

yeonjun’s cheeks are dusted a light pink when you pull away. the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself. “oh, wait,” you freeze when yeonjun reaches over, carefully pulling a stray eyelash off of your cheek. 

you can feel heat spreading throughout your entire body. your heart races in your chest. you’ve never felt like this before. or at least, you’ve never noticed it before. 

yeonjun smiles as he rests the thin strand of hair on his finger, holding it up towards you. “make a wish.” 

despite yourself, you chuckle softly, closing your eyes before you gently blow it away. i wish to feel like this forever.

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[127tyong]

2 Baddies

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader

Genre: Smut, jealous Jaehyun, car sex

Warnings: he's kinda aggressive idk

Word Count: 789

“No, it’s not like that!” You yelled at Jaehyun for the millionth time. “I swear to God! He’s your fucking friend anyways!” You tried to reason with Jaehyun, to no avail. After leaving a house party with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, you quickly realized how angry Jaehyun truly was that night. You spent most of your night talking to Johnny, which had apparently made Jaehyun jealous.

At this point, Jaehyun just kept tapping the steering wheel. Despite his urge to scream, he was able to keep his mouth shut, but was unable to keep his foot off the gas, the speedometer number climbing. 70, 80, then 90. At least it was nearly 12 am, so there was no one else on the highway, but you were sure he would’ve just swerved past everyone anyways.

“Jesus Christ, Jaehyun! What, do you not even want me to talk to Johnny! He’s your best friend, and what, you don’t even trust him?” You clutched onto the arm rest, palms sweating, scared Jaehyun wouldn’t even be able to see anything ahead of him.

Jaehyun jerked the steering wheel right, entering the emergency lane, slamming on the brakes and putting the gear to “park”. You were stuck with Jaehyun, God knows where, in his sports car on the shoulder of the highway. You watched as his chest fell, as he let out a breath he was holding for the entire night. 

“You know I love you, right?”

You grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. “Of course I do, I love you too…”

“Johnny likes you, it’s so fucking obvious!” He punched the dashboard, indenting his hand. “And I hate that you can’t see it.”

“He’s your best friend, so I assumed-”

“Of course you just assumed.” Jaehyun sighed, rubbing his temples. “God, you don’t get it. Do you not see how he looks at you?”

“No, of course I didn’t, because you’re overreacting!”

And that’s all it took to set Jaehyun off. He pulled you into the back seat, his eyes furious. 

“Wait,” You held your hands up. “On the highway? What if-”

“No one’s gonna see as long as you don’t let them.” He began to rip off all your clothes while kissing you, while you pushed him off.

“Jae, talk to me…” But he didn’t listen to you, his lips instantly crashing onto yours, his tongue swirling around your mouth.

He took off his belt and wrapped it around your wrists, making makeshift handcuffs. “Baby… Fuck, I love you so much.” He pushed his dick inside you, feeling the warmth you gave him. Deep down, Jaehyun knew you weren’t in the wrong, but the anger made him horny in a way he couldn’t ignore, so he played into it. He knew Johnny would never make a move on you, afterall, he already told Johnny about the ring he had made for you, but his jealousy always got the better of him. “You’re so fucking tight baby…”

Jaehyun’s dick really always made your problems go away. You let that man do whatever he wanted to do with your body. “Jaehyun, please…” You whined, your back arching at the feeling of the insane amount of pleasure he brought you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep going until you cum.” Jaehyun cupped your cheek and began kissing you as he thrusted. 

You rolled your eyes. “What a sweet talker.” Suddenly the bright lights of a car’s high beams blinded you.

Jaehyun pushed you down and laid on top of you until the car passed, his dick still inside you, and you managed to slip the belt off your wrists. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he sat up.

“What was that about you trying to make me cum?” You laughed.

Jaehyun didn’t know why that sentence pissed him off, especially since he knew he made you cum all the time, but he wasn’t just pretending to be mad anymore. He genuinely wanted to fuck you until you begged him for forgiveness. And that he did.

He wrapped a hand around your throat and slammed his dick as deep as he could, until he could feel your cervix. “What was that? Hm? Wanna repeat what you just said, you fucking whore?”

“Jae, I-” You tried to apologize but Jaehyun was fucking you so hard that you couldn’t even talk. Your womb was already starting to become sore, but you knew you two would be fucking all night.

“Oh my God, your pussy just feels so good…” Jaehyun groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You felt the warmth grow in your stomach. Jaehyun pulled out and got into the front seat. Driving home, you felt his cum leak onto the leather seats until he pulled into the garage.

(incomplete but might finish if enough people want)

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[imnameimswrld]

ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁰ ׄ ⑅ PG10 ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ the alpine driver gets spotted where he is most certainly unexpected, and all that follows sends the media into overdrive.

— PAIRING ੭ pierre gasly x popstar!reader.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ none.

— FACE CLAIM ੭ lisa ❪ blackpink ❫.

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user1 I SAW HIM TOO !! I highkey thought I was seeing things for a sec 😭😭

user2 so THE pierre gasly is a (fandomname) ??

user3 dude, he had the lightstick, t-shirt, bracelets, EVERTHING

user2 OH MY- 😭😭😭

ㅤ˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚ ynusername

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ynusername merci my paris (fandomname) 🤍 ! tu étais tellement exceptionnel ce soir, et j'ai adoré chaque seconde de jouer pour toi ! je vous aime tous tellement, merci paris 🇫🇷.

(see translation here: you were are so exceptional tonight, and i loved every second of performing for you ! i love you are all so much, thank you paris 🇫🇷🫂)

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user1 mother slayed as always.

pierregasly vous êtes tellement incroyable.

user2 pierre gasly called yn incredible, no one move.

user3 UHM !?!

user4 props to u sir for knowing the words to ALL of yn's songs 😭😭🤚

pierregasly why thank you, I take pride in being a (fandomname).

ㅤ˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚ pierregasly

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pierregasly taste that pink venom, p3 baby !! merci paris 💗

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user1 ayy- wait a minute... THE PINK VENOM LYRICS !?!?!

user2 OKAY SLAY 😭

ynusername 💗

user3 is this a soft launch ? it's gotta be a soft launch...

user4 so it was never a fever dream ? 😦

alpinef1team

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alpinef1team a true delight to have @ynusername in our paddock today ! 💗

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pierregasly a true delight indeed 😊

estebanocon I have so much to say...

pierregasly u swore an oath, so stfu est.

estebanocon ohhhh, the things my eyes have seen...

pierregasly ocon, istg-

alpinef1team BOYS.

ynusername alpine, you're the best, tysm for having me ! 🫂💗

user1 JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY

user2 alpine, esteban, what do u know 🔪

user3 blonde yn AND in the alpine paddocks ??? I am a spoiled girl today people.

ㅤ˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚ ynusername

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ynusername PINKCHELLA BABY !!! headlining coachella was an absolute dream come true, and I could never have done it with my (fandomname)... I am eternally greatful for you all, thank you for spending two weeks with me - yn x 🤍💗

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user1 so proud of you yn !! 💗

lilymhe GIRL U ATE OMFG MARRY ME

alexalbon oh. okay then.

pierregasly totally understandable lils, okay, but back off.

landonorris same goes to you gasly, I didn't see u swatting the air with ur lighstick – I am the superior (fandomname)

pierregasly that was you ??? crap, I thought it was some random kid that snuck in

landonorris you motherfucker.

ynusername you are all so amusing... pls, do go on.

user2 WHAT is going on in this comment section ?!?! 😭😭😭

user3 so now lando wants yn too ??

pierregasly no no, he's just being an annoying little prick

landonorris keep talking, and wait till you taste that papaya venom this weekend.

pierregasly dear god, just shut up pls.

user3 SOS. HELP. PLS. 😭

pierregasly proud of you yn 💗

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user1 DAMN...bro is down bad

user2 pierre gasly is a SIMP.

ㅤ⤿ OconEsteban a fact.

ㅤ⤿yukitsunoda07 and a very, very true one at that.

ㅤ⤿ PierreGASLY yuks, you're supposed to be on my side.

user3 ...aight, bet.

ㅤ⤿ PierreGASLY oh, you godsend.

ㅤ˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚ ynusername

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ynusername part-time musician, full-time bf photographer 📸😍

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user1 FUCKING FINALY OML

user2 parents.

pierregasly don't forget, you're my lucky charm too, amour

ynusername how could I forget with you always reminding me hon ? 🙃

landonorris you two make me sick.

ynusername because we're so cute ?

landonorris ...maybe 😒

alpinef1team thx for making our boy look good yn !

pierregasly uh, ouch ?

ynusername shut up, you're pretty and u know it.

pierregasly duh, only a pretty boy like me, can serve a pretty girl like you

ynusername damn right 😙

user3 I am already living for this relationship.

ㅤ˚ ༘♡ ⋆˚ pierregasly

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pierregasly just because mon amour is just so perfect.

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user1 down bad I tell you.

pierregasly who isn't tho ?

user1 TOO TRUE PIERRE

ynusername put your phone down and come kiss me. now.

pierregasly yes ma'am 🏃🏃🏃

landonorris GET A ROOOOOMMMM

estebanocon no, srsly, what lando said. my EYES.

user2 the mental image of pierre and yn locking lips and este is just side-eyeing them from a distance way is making me cackle rn

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a/n: happy new year loves, and I hope u all had a wonderful xmas to those who celebrate ♡.

#Spotify #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #kpop #blackpink lisa #lisa #lisa manoban #pierre gasly #blackpink #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #f1 smau #smau

[simphornies]

Husker with a SO who bothers him as a form of affection. Like not when he's actually busy but just poking him, lightly biting him, calling his name for no reason, not telling him why they're giggling about anything

A/N: Honestly super cute to write. A good haply story before the angst hits in my later fics :)

Word count: 789

Contents: no use of y/n,

A Lovely Bother [ Husk x GN!Reader ]

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

Husk’s ear twitches in irritation followed by a low grumble. “I’m trying to work.”

But that didn’t stop you. You grinned mischievously and slid behind the bar. “I’m working too! It’s my duty as your loyal lover to always be by your side, no matter the cost!” You say with a dramatic tone, leaning up against him.

“Please. Let me do my work.” He puts his hand on yours.

You groan, “Fine.” You plop on the couch and aimlessly scroll on your phone.

.

“Husk.” You say and get no response.

“Husk~! Husk!” You repeat yourself until he finally slams the glass he was cleaning to turn to you.

“Yes?” He grumbled

You giggled, “Nothin’.” He groaned in response and continued with his work.

After a couple of minutes of silence, his ears twitched and turned to the sound of you giggling, yet again. “What’re you giggling at?” Husk asked, an eyebrow raised at you as he cleaned a glass.

“Nunya.” You were trying desperately to stop giggling but it wasn’t working. You practically snorted.

He squinted at you, “What the fuck is ‘Nunya’?”

“Nunya BUSINESS.” You cackled.

He pointed at you, “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I’m sorry!” You giggled. “It’s just a picture of you.” You were drawing Husk but as a tiny little house cat, kinda like KeeKee.

“Show me.” He spoke, putting the glass away before leaning on the bartop.

“No.”

“Wh—What the fuck do you mean ‘No’? You can’t just say that shit and not show me.”

“No!”

“Fucker—SHOW ME THE DRAWING.”

“NO!”

He ran around the counter and chased you. After tackling you and holding you down with his wings, he got the drawing and looked at it. “That’s me?” He squinted at it, “Is this what you went to Hell for?”

You gasped, feigning offense at his statement, “How dare you mock my skills.”

“I’m kidding.” He laughed, “But it’s cute. Thank you.”

Ever since you finished it, he had it pinned on one of the shelves with pride.

.

It was a rare, peaceful night at the hotel. Husk was finishing up for the night. He heard pitter patter behind him. Thinking it was Niffty running after some bugs, he didn’t bother to turn around at the sound. It wasn’t until you lightly bit his wing that he turned and almost knocked you out with a bottle of cheap booze. You barely dodged it.

“You cannot sneak up on me like that.” He spoke loudly, “I coulda hurt you, baby.” His voice softened at the end, his pupils dilating.

“Sorry. Sorry.” You spoke with an apologetic smile, “I just wanted to say hi.”

He sighs, “I’ll be in bed in a bit. Almost done.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek, returning your smile.

“I’m not leaving until you’re done then.” You grinned, leaning up against the bartop. He chuckles in response before returning back to rearranging the bottles on the shelf.

“Suit yourself.” He says, “Behold. The most boring part of the job.” He spoke with sarcasm, gesturing to the entirety of the back of the bar.

You giggled, “I don’t mind. I like watching you.” You grabbed a rag and started to wipe down some glasses. “Let me help you speed up the process. I can’t go to sleep without you purring next to me.”

“I don’t purr.”

“Yes you do.”

“Not when I’m tryna go to sleep.”

“You want video evidence?”

He pauses. He faced you, squinting. “Video evidence?” You grin. You finished helping him close up for the night. You start to retreat out of the bar. “Give me your fuckin—”

He reached for the phone in your pocket but right before he could grab it, you sprinted away. All you could hear behind you were wings flapping.

“I’m saving these forever!” You yelled, laughing as you ran down the halls and towards your shared room.

“No the fuck you’re not!” Laughter filled the halls as you ran for your life, fleeing and dodging his attempts to grab you. As soon as you got into the bedroom, he pounced on you. “Got ya.” He grinned down at your defeat.

“I wanna save it.” You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could and he just shook his head, chuckling lightly.

“I can’t say no to you, annoying little shit.” He said lovingly. “I love you.”

You smiled brightly at him, “I love you too.” He kissed your nose and carried you to bed. The two of you cuddled and talked until the sounds of his purrs and low chuckles lulled you to sleep. He held you close to him, nuzzling his face on the top of your head, falling asleep shortly after.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #husk x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husker x reader #fluff #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel fluff x reader

[rockingrobin69]

competitive arse

They’re not supposed to participate, only to observe, and perhaps step in to referee if there’s trouble: and yet, again and again Potter makes his way down to the pitch, to give ‘helpful’ tips or just ruffle everyone’s hair a little and say what a good job they’re all doing.

And grin, and nod, and yell ‘go team red’ when blue and yellow are playing, and flaunt his huge arms and thick thighs and that absolutely ridiculous arse Draco doesn’t see in his dreams. Often. And stretch, with the old Gryffindor Seeker top that leaves a fair bit of his belly on display, dark and hairy and driving Draco out of his mind. What? nothing. He’s fine, absolutely fine. He’s agreed to do this.

Under wand-point, yes, but—Merlin’s balls, what is Potter doing now? On all fours on the grass and letting one of the kids ride him like a pony. One of the—it’s Scorpius. It’s Scorpius. Holding on to Potter’s hair like reins and laughing. Draco… hmm? No, he can’t, ah. Think. Anymore.

He’s going to kill Ginny. He’s going to kill her, and Astoria, and then Potter for good measure, and then he’s going to lick that glisten of sweat all the way down his neck and—argh! Not good not good not good. They’re in public and Draco’s bloody son is playing pre-broom Quidditch. Meant to be playing, too busy making heart-eyes at Draco’s forever-crush. Forever-nemesis, he means. Oh, fuck, Potter took his shirt off? When. No, why. No, when, and also, what, and also, oh, no, oh, fuck, he’s coming closer.

What to do? What to do. How to, ah, survive this now, and also what to fucking—

“Malfoy,” two steps down and a thick grin like he’s so pleased about something. He didn’t shave this morning, face full of stubble, and Draco dreams of rash and tickles.

Says: “Potter.” And then, once he’d cleared his throat of this awful, er, thing, “You make the rest of us look bad.”

“Hmm?” Potter is distracted with something on Draco’s lips. What on earth has he got? Jam from breakfast (and Ginny and Astoria holding him at wand-point), mud from the tackle-hug Scorpius gave him, grass in his hair, what, what?

“What,” Draco says without fully intending to. Shaking his head, “I mean. You’re so—all the other parents are just sitting there watching.”

He laughs. The sound is so distracting, Draco almost manages a smile. ���Yeah, ‘Mione’s already told me I’m showing off. Can’t help it, though. They didn’t tell me you’re coming today.”

“Yes,” Draco agrees, because Potter is flexing his arms and Draco would quite like to choke in between them, and then, “What? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Potter says. Is that winking? Is he winking or having a fit. Draco’s face feels awfully warm and he’s pretty sure he’s losing whatever competition they’re currently on.

Breathes in, out, looks to the sky (blue-blue and unhelpful. Where is lightning when you need to be struck). “Well,” he says when nothing more catastrophic happens, “I suppose I could come every week-end, if, ah. If this is the kind of show I can expect to get.”

When Potter’s grin turns luminescent: “I meant the kids! The way they played was so, ah, they’re so enthusiastic and it’s great to see, ah, stop it, stop, you absolute goon.”

“Yes, you’re only here for the kids,” with a hand in his disastrous hair, disastrously handsome, coming—ah—coming closer, for some incomprehensible reason.

“Stop it,” Draco says, when he truly means—something? Potter’s so close. His chest is bare. It's, ah, stunning. “What, what do you want.”

“Usually we go to the café across the road, after,” Potter smiles from under his thick lashes. Draco, who's milked every last detail regarding the Quidditch Junior League from Astoria for the past three months, knows this to be a definite lie. “Just some of the parents and the kids. You’ll have to come too. Scorp and Albus are just starting to get along, it's be such a shame, to tear them apart.”

It’s a weak excuse and Draco’s weaker. “Of course,” he coughs. “If that’s something you usually do. Who am I to break such a sacred, ah, tradition.”

They both know they’re full of it. On the ground, the actual coach has grown a peculiar set of tentacles, and is carried away by one of the parents who happens to work at St. Mungo’s. The kids are all cheering, and Scorp looks up to the stands and smiles. It’s… a bright sunny day, and Draco was threatened with a bad haircut if he backs out, and besides, he wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.

(For flufftober day 27. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #789 words #dads drarry #harry in a skimpy little shirt and thick arms #chest fully on display #and draco rightfully losing his mind #scorp is there and he approves #flufftobrt2023 #prompt: outdoor event #rockingrobin69

[lowkeychenle]

And Then It Was [ZCL] (M) fic teaser

Description: After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices.

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst (arranged marriage!au, rich families using their children as business mergers yk) (no actual smut in the teaser but the tension kinda wild lol)

Content Warnings: Not sure of any in the teaser, but in general content warnings will be rich, generational family trauma, mentions of pregnancy and heirs (no actual pregnancy in the fic), reader feels obligated to do literally everything and Chenle's like yeah that's not really cool, umm if I think of more I'll let y'all know

Expected Word Count: 20-30k

Teaser Word Count: 789

Release Date: 8pm EST 2023.3.22

READ HERE :)

Taglist: Open!! Please let me know if you want to be tagged when this comes out <3

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!Reader (features the rest of dream!)

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“Chenle?” you call out.

When he appears in the doorway, his shirt is absent, and you were pretty sure he’d been wearing a belt before. His arms are crossed over his chest as he leans against the frame, awaiting you to tell him what you need.

You don’t have to actually speak. Instead, you turn your back to him and pull your hair over your shoulder. He hums behind you, keeping a respectable amount of distance before he grips the zipper.

“What did you do before me?” he asks, hesitant to pull it down.

“Staff.” You shrug. “But I mostly wore things I knew I’d be able to—”

The familiar sound and the rush of cool air against your practically boiling skin as he reveals more of your skin has your breath catching in your throat. You cut yourself off, immediately reaching up to hold the dress to your chest.

“I’m a very accommodating man, (Y/N).” His voice sinks into every inch of your skin. “If you need something, tell me. I’m your husband. It’s quite literally my job to ensure you’re happy, darling.”

The warmth radiating from his bare skin so close to yours has every thought in your brain flying away. Logically, there’d be nothing wrong with giving in to your temptation. It’d been a long time since anyone had touched you, and the man behind you is your husband. Physical attraction had nothing to do with emotions or feelings, so it was okay. One thing you’d never be able to deny is how he’s one of the most beautiful men you’d ever met. Your parents could’ve chosen much, much worse for you.

His voice centimeters from your ear startles you out of your trance. He says, “I wonder what you’re thinking about. You seem a bit distracted.”

“Wouldn’t you love to know.”

“Truly.”

“I need to change.”

“Do you?” He trails a finger up your spine. “You’re so soft. What an odd comparison to that steel wall you’re forcing yourself to keep up.”

“I think you’re forgetting your own boundaries.” You clench your fist into the fabric of your dress. “This wouldn’t be real.”

“What even is this?” His breath fans across your neck, and you’re sure you feel the sublest brush of his lips on your skin. “Tell me where you think this is going. After all, I’m helping you with your dress like a good husband.”

“My dress was dealt with minutes ago.”

“Darling.” He tsks. “If your dress was dealt with already, it would be long, long gone.”

Even like this, you refuse to let him win. If this were to be the extent of your relationship with Chenle, you’d be fine with that. You crave satisfaction, and you also know this is a means to an end. This may be the key to giving your family those fucking heirs they want so badly.

In a bold move, you release your grip on the fabric and allow it to crumple at your feet.

“What?” You tilt your head, grinning when his breathing halts. “Are you the only one who can deliver?”

He places his hand on your hip. “Can I touch you here?”

“Mhm,” you inhale sharply when he squeezes, trying your best not to roll back against him.

“Here?” he whispers, splaying his fingers out along your stomach.

“What’s your goal?” you ask, looking back at him over your shoulder. “You seem like you want something from me.”

His face is much too close to yours, but for some reason, it does little to bother you. When his lips part, you don’t mean to squirm in his touch.

His eyes sweep over your expression, his touch edging just a little further downward until he can play with the lace hem of your panties.

“I’ve told you what I want already.” His gaze locks on your mouth. “Everything. I want it all.”

You gulp, unable to speak for fear of making a fool of yourself.

“What about me makes this hard for you?” he asks.

Despite the softness of his voice, your proximity to him means you see the hint of hurt swimming around in his dark irises. The heat of his bare skin on yours has everything inside you awakening, but you can’t give him what he wants.

“The choice is yours.” He takes a deep breath. “Going forward, the choice is always yours to make. I’m yours in any way you want me.”

The atmosphere around you is so hot, charged, you can’t help the way you struggle to breathe. You lean closer to him, and when your lips brush his, his grip around you tightens.

Before he’s able to initiate a real kiss, a knock sounds on the bedroom door.

#nct dream #chenle #nct #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smut #chenle smut #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #chenle fluff #chenle angst #chenle scenario #chenle scenarios #nct dream chenle #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 you need aaron, he's there for you as soon as he can be

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 aaron hotchner x gn!reader (no use of gendered descriptions) 𖦹 implied that reader is shorter than hotch𖦹 aaron hotchner, the man you are 𖦹 guys... new hyperfixation 𖦹 hes so cute 𖦹 fluff☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎

༻¨*:· words ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 789

"Hotch?" You softly sob into the phone.

"L/n? What are you doing up so late?" His tone was nothing but stern, and it only encouraged the tears.

"Sorry, I just," Your words are interrupted by a small hiccup, "I just— Hotch, I'm sad."

His frown deepens, "I'm sorry. Is there," He takes a deep breath, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Come over?" 

And the plea in your voice makes him weak, and suddenly, he's throwing on a shirt and running to grab his keys. He doesn't even realize he's hung up the phone.

You cry harder at the sound of the dial tone. "He doesn't care," You repeatedly whisper to yourself, sobs growing louder with each repetition. 

Hotch is speeding, badge in his pocket in case he gets pulled over, but he doubts he will.

You clutch onto the stuffie Aaron won for you at the arcade in a pizza joint you dragged him to after a particularly stressful case. You remember it clear as day. 

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"C'mon, Aaron," You whine, "Just try the claw machine?"

He looks at you, all traces of amusement vacant from his icy face, "L/n, no." 

"But," You pout, "I have the coins for it. Just," You stick your hand into your pocket—tongue poking out of your mouth—and clumsily grab two quarters, "Here."

He shakes his head, but he grabs the coins anyway, and he can't help but smile at the sight of you gleaming.

"C'mon," You grab his hand and lead him to the claw machine.

He pulls you close when you get there, "Which one do you want, baby?" He whispers into your hair. 

You look up at him and smile that adorable smile he loves, "That one." You point, finger pressing against the glass.

"If there's a murder here, they're going to find you guilty with that fingerprint there."

"Aaron," You whine, "Don't be mean."

"Why do you insist on holding my hand while I do this?" He quirks his brow, "I need both my hands, sweetheart."

You pout and slowly let go of his hand.

Aaron slips the coins in and positions the claw right above the stuffie.

"Press the button, Hotch!" You urge. 

He walks around to the side, analyzing the direct position of the claw.

"Aaron," You whine, "Press the button! You're running out of time!"

He returns to the front, adjusting the claw again, "Still got thirteen more seconds, baby."

"Thirteen seconds? Aaron, that's barely any time at all."

He doesn't take his eyes off the machine, "Thirteen seconds is a lot of time. You saved that boy in approximately ten."

"But Aaron, that was a life or death situation!"

His eyes flick towards yours, "So is this."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You hear footsteps, and you feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. You cover your mouth and sit up in fear.

The door knob rattles, and you remember that you're left defenseless. Your attacker would be able to hear you if you got off your bed and you curse yourself for not splurging on the nicer bedframe like Hotch kept telling you to. You never did like listening to him; he always hated it, rolling his eyes and shaking his head when you defy his requests.

The door opens, and you scream, curling into yourself.

"L/n, it's okay," He croons, "It's just me."

You frown, "You scared me."

He walks over to your bed, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Can I sit down?"

You nod, still frowning.

"Actually, let me turn the light on first." 

You're worried he'll turn the overhead light on, but he knows you better. He turns on the small lamp on your bedside table, takes one look at your tear-stained face, and deepens his frown.

He sits next to you, "What's wrong?"

"Had a bad dream," You're close to crying again.

"Aww," He hums and rubs your back, "'M sorry, baby." 

You lean into him, "It's okay."

"Should we lay down?" He asks, and before he knows it, you're practically pulling him down. 

He lands with a laughing huff, "I'm considering that a yes."

You snuggle into his arms and nod.

He holds you like his life depends on it, smoothing down your hair and wiping off your tears, "What was your dream about? If you're okay sharing."

You look up at him, "You... you were mean to me. Called me," You sniffle, "Called me stupid. Told me I shouldn't be working with you guys."

He pulls you closer, "I would never say that, baby. You're more than bright enough to be working with us. In fact, we wouldn't be able to do half the things we do without you."

"Aaron?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, honey."

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!! if you enjoyed, please reblog!!!! it would make my year <3

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[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props!

summary: your one-sided beef with Miles morphs into a full-on rivalry until unforseen circumstances force you to call a truce. wc: 789 a/n: drabbles when left to cook in the brain for too long turn into mini-series. watch out ! also yes i am doing another enemies-to-lovers thingy don't look at me 01 02

Snap!

You sucked your teeth in the middle row of Mr. Sanchez’s classroom when the tip of your pencil broke in the middle of your rapid note-taking. 

It broke just as you were forming the tilde that was meant to float above the letter ‘n’, creating an odd downward stroke instead that looked like lightning striking a tree. 

You zipped open your pencil case and took out a tiny metal sharpener, the shavings bound to make a mess of your desk.

“Yikes. That’s why I use the mechanical ones,” remarked the boy sitting beside you. 

A friendly grin spread across his freckled, golden-brown face with round eyes that seemed to ask if you thought his comment was funny. 

You shot him a hard glance to let him know that no, it was not funny that your pencil broke whilst you were in the middle of getting down key grammatical rules. 

The boy’s face fell at the implied rejection. Somehow, the wounded look in his eyes irritated you more than the grin. It made him look like a lost deer.

“Morales, silencio, por favor,” Sanchez said, peering over his glasses at your shoulder partner. “Unless you’d like to explain how direct object pronouns work instead.”

“No, estoy bien.”

There was no sign of panic or apology on Morales’ face as he replied, despite Mr. Sanchez being known to seek out inattentive students to cold-call later. He smiled awkwardly at the bearded man, and again when he was caught a bit later doodling in his notebook.

“Miles Morales, can you translate this sentence for us please?”

“Fui a Madrid el verano pasado,” Miles answered, without missing a beat.

The man shook his head, then moved on.

“Correct. Now, who would like to take the next sentence…”

You would soon learn over the coming weeks since your transfer to Visions that this was a daily routine for Miles: he’d come in late, or get caught scribbling away in the margins of his worksheet. Then he’d get that panicked “help me” smile on his face before making a pun or quip that made you cringe so hard that your back hurt. 

Still, Miles’ answers were never wrong after the fact.

He blended into the crowd otherwise, but the second-hand embarrassment made him hard to forget. 

“Quiz grades were surprisingly low,” Mr. Sanchez announced one Wednesday morning as he walked around, handing out one-page sheets face down. “I would highly suggest going over this unit at home over the long weekend.”

Almost immediately, kids began passing each other’s quizzes back and forth, giggling at how their results all seemed to be floating just under fifty percent. Part of the ease in their laughter came from the assumption that Sanchez would “just curve it anyway.” 

Not that it would make a difference to you. 

You frowned at the eighty-five circled in red at the top of your quiz. Just a couple of points away from a nice, even ninety that would’ve finally bumped your grade up to an ‘A’ instead of an ‘A-’.

Even worse, some of the circled questions were points lost just because you were missing an accent on a letter or two, and a couple of vocab words had slipped your mind. You should’ve answered the bonus questions…

“Wow, you’re the only one without a forty so far,” a familiar voice complimented you. “Good job.”

Miles was offering you another friendly grin, with those same expectant eyes. Please like me, they seemed to plead. 

No thanks.

You replied flatly, “I actually studied.”

It felt like an insult for anyone to be impressed with you in a class full of failing grades.

His grin faded. You expected it to be replaced with disappointment, but he just shrugged and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning away. 

Sanchez returned to where you were sitting to hand Miles’ test back.

He spoke solemnly, “You and L/N were the only passing grades in this class.”

You caught a glance at the number marked atop the page once Miles flipped it over:

‘100%’. With five points as extra credit. 

He looked down at it and hummed quietly in approval before flipping it back over, and suddenly that ‘A-’ felt like a ‘C’. 

It was only logical that the guy who never got an answer wrong would perform similarly on a quiz. But he didn’t deserve it; he didn’t even care. 

“How many hours did you study for that?” you scoffed quietly, like an accusation. 

Miles gave you a sidelong glance, and you could’ve sworn there was mockery in his eyes. 

“I don’t study.”

If you could go back and pinpoint the exact moment where irritation boiled over into disdain, it would be this one.

#miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #atsv x reader #miles morales headcanons #moralesanhour

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moving on.

f1 au: in which y/n breaks up with her longtime boyfriend who also happens to be a footballer. she finds comfort in her brother’s best friend: lando norris.

lando norris x sainz!singer!reader

fc: cindy kimberly.

note: english isn’t my first language!

liked by sainzz55, fairyyn, jaimeebellfort and 1 008 others.

footwags: y/n sainz and dele ali have broke up after two years. the footballer apparently cheated on the singer.

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fan1: noooo i loved them together

fan2: ooop carlos isn’t going to be happy with that

fan3: he fumbled so hard

fan4: cheating on THEE y/n sainz??

fan5: the break up album is going to be FIIIIRE

fan6: what a dick

fan7: he didn’t know how to handle a baddie like her that’s why

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, francisca.cgomes and 6 799 098 others.

y/nsainz: ‘exile’ is out now on every platform 🕊

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fan1: y/n we love you!

fan2: ‘you ripped my heart out to play soccer with it.’ :(

carlossainz55: i love you corazón, you’re so strong

liked by y/n.

landonorris: the strongest woman i know ❤️

liked by y/n.

lilymhe: your voice never fails to make me cry y/n.

liked by y/n.

fan4: these lyrics are so heartbreaking srs

fan5: so he cheated on her and made fun of her in his friends groupchat? wtf is wrong with that dude

liked by carlossainz55, y/nsainz, maxfewtrell and 356 997 others.

lando.jpg: y/n through my camera because i miss her.

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y/nsainz: missing you too pretty boy <3

fan1: lando trying to cheer her up :(

fan2: that’s so cute omg

fan3: brother’s best friend trope coming to life or…?

carlossainz55: how come you capture my sister in such a beautiful way and my pictures all look like shit?

landonorris: @.carlossainz55 y/n is a natural and you’re not.

fan4: i love them

fan5: missing the besties

landonorris just posted a story!

tagged: @.y/nsainz.

lando norris just posted a story!

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55, gigihadid and 3 789 997 others.

y/nsainz: needed that xx

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landonorris: when did you took the first one? i don’t remember seeing you around wtf

y/nsainz: @.landonorris you’re always behind the camera and you looked pretty

fan1: okay i ship that

fan2: cuties omg

fan3: lando taking her on vacation 🥹

carlossainz55: why wasn’t i invited?

danielricciardo: @.carlossainz55 you wanted to be the third wheel?

landonorris:@.danielricciardo DANIEL

y/nsainz: @.danielricciardo JOSEPH GET OFF MY COMMENT SECTION

fan4: not daniel exposing the lovebirds

fan5: awww

fan6: we need more pictures of these two

fan7: i missed their friendship so much

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, maxfewtrell and 3 799 008 others.

y/nsainz: he always take pictures of everyone and everything but hardly has any pictures of himself, so here’s a compilation of all the pictures i took when pretty boy wasn’t looking <3

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fan1: ‘pretty boy’ 🥹🥹

landonorris: i prefer the word handsome but i’ll take it

fan2: he’s so pretty wtf

danielricciardo just posted a story!

tagged: @.landonorris / @.y/nsainz.

this story isn’t available.

liked by y/nsainz, carlossainz55, charles_leclerc and 4 789 678 others.

landonorris: since daniel is too old to know how to use instagram correctly, me and y/n have been outed, before anyone starts speculating we’re taking things slowly and i want her to heal her heart before loving anyone else after what she went through a few months ago. i’ll wait for you and your heart to be ready to welcome me in it. mine is ready for you, it’s always have been. to my muse, i’ll always treasure you.

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y/nsainz: i don’t know what i’d do without you, thank you for being so patient and loving with me pretty boy <3

liked by landonorris.

carlossainz55: even if i still can’t believe what my eyes witnessed these past few days, you’re the only one i actually trust to love my sister the way she deserves to be loved (but be careful muppet)

liked by landonorris.

fan1: this is TOO cute

fan2: lando being a patient boyfriend we love to see it

fan3: this is what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, seriously y/n deserves all the love

fan4: we haven’t heard from daniel since the ig story is he alive?

danielricciardo: @.fan4 they locked me in my OWN basement for a WEEK with only water and bread to stay alive call the police.

y/nsainz: @.danielricciardo you’re such a liar joseph

carlossainz55: @.danielricciardo don’t give me ideas.

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