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And I Love Her | J.P.

Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: The 3 times James tries to get the girl and the 1 time he finally does. Or In which James Potter is hopelessly in love with his best friend.

Warnings: so. much. pining., idiots to lovers, miscommunication(s), a dash of angst, some heavy kissing, james potter being the literal definition of boyfriendism

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: hi ! james potter won the poll and i am so completely okay with it. i really intended for this to be angst but he's just SO boyfriend. this may be my favorite thing i've ever written and i really hope you enjoy it too ! p.s. i missed u guys lots and i'm so grateful you've stuck around after months of crickets from me. love u love u love u<3

(y/n).

Depending on who you asked, it was only a name. The name of a classmate, or a friend, or yourself, but only a name nonetheless.

Unless you asked James Potter.

It wasn’t only a name. Not to him. To James, it was everything.

Because it was your name.

Your name that hastened his heartbeat with every mention.

Your name that sent a salient stream of blood rushing to his cheeks, tinting them a lucent shade of scarlet.

Your name that, once mentioned, seemed to follow him everywhere, as though the wind itself would begin whispering it, rustling alongside the branches of the whomping willow tree before floating its way over to his ears, sounding sweeter than any melody he’d ever heard before.

To state it simply, James Potter was irrevocably, inconceivably, in love with you.

But saying it that way didn’t seem like enough.

He didn’t just love you with his heart, for his heart could stop beating. And he didn’t only love you with his mind, for his memories could fail him one day. James Potter loved you with the entirety of his soul, with every fibre making up his being. Of that, he was certain.

What he wasn’t certain of however, was how to bare his infatuated soul to you.

After all, how exactly does one tell his best friend he’s besotted with her?

He tried the gentle approach first.

The train back to Hogwarts was filling up quickly. Stories of his peers’ summer holidays flow obstreperously through the air as James’ eyes remain glued to the door of him and his friends’ usual compartment.

“Ease off it with the evil eye, Prongs. She’ll be here.” Sirius’ teasing voice breaks James away from his thoughts, which were unsurprisingly fixated on you.

He doesn’t bother denying it, well aware he’s been staring daggers at the door since he stepped foot off platform 9 ¾, anxiously awaiting your appearance after spending the entire summer holiday apart from you.

“Leave him be, Pads. He misses her.” Remus interjects kindly, not lifting his eyes from the well-worn pages of whichever book he’s decided to burrow his attention into for the ride back to Hogwarts.

“Well he can join the bloody club then, can’t he?” Sirius starts, intent on ignoring Remus’ suggestion, “I’ve just about fallen for her myself after spending my entire holiday listening to this git recite his bloody sonnets for her,” he continues with a not-so flattering mimicry of a lovesick James, “It is the east! And (y/n) is the sun. O Romeo!” He throws himself dramatically to the floor on his knees, clasping his hands above his heart.

Peter watches the spectacle with a grin, covering up his chuckle with a cough after James sends him a look of warning. Before James can defend himself against Sirius’ melodrama, the door to their compartment slides open, revealing a beautiful and slightly out of breath you.

And suddenly you’re not the only one who’s out of breath.

You’ve gotten even prettier over the summer, somehow. If somebody had asked James before, if he thought you could possibly have gotten any more beautiful, he’d’ve laughed in their face, telling them tales of how your beauty could put Aphrodite to shame. But now? Now his heart was beating so violently in his chest he was almost certain it was attempting to escape, trying to take its rightful place upon your sleeve.

“Sorry I’m late, I nearly broke my neck out there!” You stop briefly to catch your breath, the jog on your way over winding you more than you’d care to admit. “Someone ought to tell those first-years there’s enough seats on here for the lot of us. I’ve just been walloped by a bloody eleven year old! Cheeky little-” You cease your rambling amidst your confusion at the sight before you, Sirius on his knees at James’ feet.

“Have I interrupted something? Perhaps a proposal of sorts?” You jest, your amusement growing at the wide eyed look on James’ face as he scrambles to stand, coming to greet you properly with a hug that doesn’t last nearly as long as you wish it would.

“No!” He protests instantly, amidst wrapping you in the soft embrace.

“Cor, I’ve missed you.” He mumbles after pulling away, leaving a hand on your back as he gently guides you to your seat beside him, hesitant to do so, as once you’re sat he’ll no longer have an excuse to touch you.

“I missed you more!” Your enthusiasm brings him optimism, there’s a chance she means it the way you do, he thinks, there’s a chance-

“And what of me?” Sirius and his bloody interjections. James has half a mind to lock him out of the ruddy compartment and leave him to fend for himself amongst the overzealous first-years.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” You feign confusion, though not very well, James can see the brilliant smile forming leisurely upon your lips. What I would do to those lips, his thoughts are running rampant after a summer spent away from your presence, too caught up to hear the jokes you and Sirius are trading back and forth, and that laugh! His internal monologue continues, ’s like a proper bloody song. Just ask her, right now. If she says no you can play it off as a joke. It might sting a bit, but surely it’d be better than keeping it all locked away.

“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? Just us two? We’ll have a lovely time, I swear it.”

He knows what he was hoping you’d say, something along the lines of ‘Yes, James, I’d love to!’ but he wasn’t expecting it.

He also wasn’t expecting your given response.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Jamie, thank you! D’you see that, Sirius? A helpful suggestion. You ought to try one of those sometime.” You’re back to chatting with Sirius and Remus as Peter leans over to James, whispering an explanation to his visibly confused friend.

James had caught you mid-complaint about how you’d forgotten to bring the dittany leaves you need to make the special healing chocolates you gift Remus after a particularly bad full moon. After Sirius’ not-so-helpful suggestion to try substituting them with pot leaves, you gladly welcomed the chance to pop over to Hogsmeade with James and buy some more.

You’d mistaken his date proposal for a shopping trip.

Marvellous.

This is going to be the year that James tells you how he feels. He’ll make sure of it.

If for no other reason than this was your seventh and final year at Hogwarts together. His stomach churned at the mere idea of allowing you to slip through his fingers for good; you acting as the coarse sand to his adamant hourglass. He wouldn’t have it.

So he’d try again.

In the few weeks since you’ve returned to Hogwarts, your time’s been consumed by studying for your N.E.W.T.s. You’re also determined to acquire a spot in the internship programme at St. Mungo’s. The sheer amount of time you’ve spent there with your boys over the last few years has more than prepared you for a future as a healer if you end up enjoying the work.

“Alright, who was the first witch to extract floo powder?” James has spent the last hour and a half quizzing you on all matters Herbology, if it were anyone else he’d’ve been bored to slumber by now. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you.

The two of you were sat outside together on a blanket, taking full advantage of the uncharacteristically sunny day. James is leaned comfortably back against a tree as you sit across from him, simultaneously taking notes and answering each of his questions without pause.

“Ignatia Wildsmith. Ravenclaw. Come ‘ead James, I’ve told you to stop going easy on me! Every seventh-year applying will know all of these.” Bloody lucky I love her so much, James thinks to himself, I thought that was a hard one.

He’d like to laugh your nerves away, crack a few jokes and tell you that you may be going a bit overboard. You’re going to get the internship, and not just because you’re brilliant and perfectly qualified, but also because your Herbology professor had written a glowing recommendation letter singing your praises.

But he can’t find it in himself to mess around when you’ve got that adorable little wrinkle between your eyebrows displaying your worry, and your lips have turned down into a delectably kissable pout. It takes nearly everything in him not to brush it away with his own lips.

“(y/n),” He starts, wetting his lips with his tongue as he desperately attempts to keep his thoughts from overtaking his voice, “It’s going to be alright, I promise. You’re more than ready for this. Why don’t we try taking a little break?” His heart feels as though it’s leapt into his throat when you glance at him and send a delicate smile of gratitude.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. We’ve been at this for hours, you must be exhausted of me by now.” You smile, more cheerful this time as you realize a break is precisely what you need.

James can’t contain the laugh that escapes him.

Exhausted? Of you?

The absurdity of thinking he could ever grow tired of you was an inherently laughable concept to him.

He’s nearly clutching his stomach when he finally manages to compose himself, making heart-stopping eye contact with his equally amused and puzzled best friend.

“Are you mad?” James’ dimpled smile sets a kaleidoscope of butterflies aflutter in your stomach, “I’d spend all my hours with you if I could.” He means it with every atom that makes up his being, he’s meant it for years but now he’s actually saying it to you.

Your smile grows wider with each word he speaks, your own thoughts matching the underlying sentiment of his articulation more than he could ever know.

“I-” He pauses, inhaling deeply and squeezing his eyes shut tightly in an effort to maintain his courage, “I love you.” You did it, he thinks to himself proudly, you actually bloody did it, Prongs! He exhales shakily, reinitiating eye contact with you as a small smile begins to blossom on his tender lips.

“James,” Your voice holds an underlying tone of sadness that causes an adorable crinkle of confusion to settle between James’ eyebrows, “I love you too.” You smile tightly, almost as though it’s causing you discomfort to do so.

“You do?” James is more perplexed now than he had been when you’d explained to him in painstaking detail the intricate relationships between each member of Fleetwood Mac the first time the two of you listened to Rumours together.

“Of course I do,” Your smile stretches intimately, the somber quality of your voice never wavering, “You’re my best mate, after all.”

Best mate? James thinks, is that really all she sees?

Had he not been so caught up in his own racing thoughts, he may have picked up on yours. He may have realized that his situation was holding a gargantuan mirror up to your own, casting a perfect reflection of the feelings within.

Best mates, you internally chastise yourself, that’s all he sees.

A proper bloody mirror.

“It was completely humiliating, Pads. She might as well’ve called me her bloody brother.” James has been yammering on about what happened that day for the past three weeks. Three weeks. Sirius is going positively mad, somehow having become James’ sounding board to rehash his complaints every time he remembers the encounter.

“I mean, how am I supposed to tell the girl I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her now?” James is pacing back and forth agitatedly at the foot of Sirius’ bed, as the aforementioned boy lays back uninterestedly, wishing his duvet would come to life and swallow him whole in an effort to escape the worlds most redundant conversation.

“She’d probably tell you that sounds lovely. Make you her future child’s godparent.” Sirius jokes dryly.

James abandons his invisible footpath, a wave of panic comically widening his warm hazel eyes substantially.

“She what?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Prongs! I can’t take any more of this,” Sirius sits up agitatedly, now far beyond his capacity for James’ lovesick commentaries, “Just go tell her. Right now.”

“Are you mad? Have you not just heard everything I’ve said?” James would normally find humour in Sirius’ lackadaisical attitude, but confessing his feelings for you was an entirely serious matter with no margin for error.

“Oh I’ve heard it, Prongs. For the past three weeks. And the entire bloody summer. And every single year before that.” He moves to stand in front of James, his agitation fading into sincerity, “I know how you feel, Prongs. But does she?” James swallows thickly as Sirius continues, “I don’t mean just telling her you love her, I mean telling her how you love her. As more than a friend. Maybe she feels the same way.”

James takes his time considering Sirius’ words. He’s tried to tell you, clearly, but he assumed that you’d only seen him as a friend. But what if you hadn’t? What if Sirius is right, and you told him you loved him as a friend because you’d assumed that’s what he’d meant when he said it?

“I’m a proper git, aren’t I?” James concludes aloud.

“Most certainly, Prongsy. It’s why I keep you around,” Sirius’ playful mood returns swiftly, “Makes me feel better about myself.”

You’re talking softly with Remus in the library, voices low enough not to disrupt your peers but just detectable enough for James to catch your words when he finds you, internally preparing his declaration of unwavering devotion for you.

“You’re not going out with him, are you?” Remus’ hushed voice holds a curious tone.

“Of course not, Rem.” You smile softly, “Could you honestly imagine that? Him and I dating?”

James’ eyebrows furrow together in confusion, he presses himself slightly against a nearby bookshelf in an attempt to hear your conversation more clearly.

“No, I guess not,” Remus chuckles faintly, “It would certainly make things awkward if they didn’t work out. Being friends and all.”

“No kidding.” You chuckle good-naturedly.

James feels like a bag of cement has been poured down his throat, constricting his lungs and settling into a block of concrete in the pit of his stomach.

Sirius had been wrong. You didn’t love James as more than a friend, in fact, you’d practically laughed at the thought of it. In his hasty escape from the scene of the melancholic crime, James neglected to hear the rest of your conversation with Remus.

“He’s a lovely lad, truly,” You smile genuinely, “Any girl would be lucky to call Amos Diggory her boyfriend. We’re just better as friends is all.” You trail off, leaving out the part where your heart already belongs to another shared friend of yours and Remus’.

It’s not like it was ever going to happen anyway. Your love for James Potter was entirely unreciprocated.

Wasn’t it?

James is avoiding you.

As painful as it is to spend each never-ending moment of spare time away from you, James can only think of how much more agonizing it would be to spend those moments with you.

To fix his loving gaze on your sparkling eyes, only to find them filled with affections one would hold only for a friend.

To accomplish the feat of bringing a luminous smile to your delicate lips, only to remember those lips would never brush tenderly against his own.

To be so close to the girl he loves, only to be denied her heart in equal measure.

It’s easier, in a sense, to push you away.

It’s only temporary, just until he can stomach the thought of spending the rest of his life as your best mate and nothing more.

But it’s been weeks, and the idea still makes his head feel like it’s underwater, like he’s fighting to reach the surface but his leg’s been caught on a viciously determined blade of seaweed.

Still, he’s convinced himself that this is his best course of action.

Unbeknownst to James, however, you’ve been going stark raving mad.

You’ve hardly spoken to him in weeks. When you think about it, you’ve barely even seen him, save for a few quick glimpses in your classes and across the dining tables in the Great Hall.

You’ve tried to talk to him, clearly something is bothering him. Maybe you’ve said or done something to upset him without realizing it. But he’d brushed you off before you could even get out the words ‘are you alright?’

You’d asked Remus, Sirius, and Peter about it, each of them giving you vague semblances of justification that fell entirely flat, a few “He’s just busy with quidditch”s and a couple of “Must be studying today”s. You’ve grown tired of the excuses and you’re determined to get to the bottom of it yourself.

You’re leaning picturesquely against the wall outside of the lad’s changing room when James finally sees you again. His curly hair is spilling droplets of water from the shower he’s just taken, successfully washing away the evidence of his quidditch practice.

You’re beautiful. That’s all he can think as he finally allows himself to take you in fully for the first time in weeks. He feels like he’s been holding his breath since he saw you last and now he can finally exhale, a sense of euphoria filling his chest as his lungs deflate mercifully.

“Hi.” You state gently, a delicate smile painted daintily across your lips.

“Hi.” James echoes once he’s relearned the inhale-exhale repetition of breathing again.

“I waited for you,” You start after a brief silence, “Which- You can see that, obviously.” You chuckle a ebullient breath that causes a small smile to form on James’ face, Merlin, I’ve missed that, he thinks as you continue. “I just, um- I thought maybe we could talk?” You’re fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit of yours that James has long since memorized by now.

He instantly reaches for your hands, tenderly taking one in his own and carefully intertwining your fingers together with his. The action is like second nature, he hardly thinks twice about it.

You smile visibly at the act of comfort, if he’s upset with you and that’s the reason he’s been avoiding you, it makes your heart skip a beat that he’s putting it all aside to calm you down when you’re anxious.

“About what?” He tries, though you both know that’s not going to work.

“Nice,” You smile teasingly, “Want to give it a real go this time?”

James swallows something akin to a lump in his throat, averting his resplendent hazel gaze from your eyes to land somewhere along the floor as he overthinks which approach he should take.

He could try honesty. Yes, he thinks, because that would go over proper well. I’m avoiding you cause I’ve been gutted since I heard you’re not in love with me. Surely she’ll find that real mature, Prongs.

He could also try lying his arse off. And that would work, he sarcastically chastises silently, Me? Oh nothing’s wrong at all. Just tired, y’know? Practice and homework and the like. As if she’s ever believed a lie you’ve told her before.

He finally chances resuming eye contact with you, heartbeat hastening expeditiously as his hazel orbs lock onto your patently awaiting eyes. You should be looking far more frustrated, James wouldn’t blame you if you were. You have every right to be upset, and yet you’re not.

Instead, you’re you.

You, who’s calmly awaiting a response, fingers still gently intertwined with James’.

You, who’s looking at him with soft, sparkling eyes, eyes that are silently promising him no matter what he says, everything is going to be alright.

You, the girl he loves more than anything in the world.

“You.” He states after an implicit eternity.

“Me?” Your features mix together to create a perfectly darling display of confusion that, even despite the circumstances, causes a modest smile to tug upwards at the corners of James’ mouth.

“I’ve been avoiding you.” He conveys, sounding as though he’s just revealed to you a hidden secret you’d’ve never otherwise been able to uncover.

You can’t contain the short laugh that escapes you, a smile taking its rightful place on your face. “Yeah, ‘m not exactly Sherlock Holmes, but I managed to put that one together.”

James can’t subdue the traces of guilt that seep onto his face.

“I was hoping maybe we could talk about why. If I’ve done something to upset you-”

“No!” James cuts you off, “No, love, you haven’t done anything. Nothing you could control anyway.” His voice is less than half of its usual volume at the last sentence he utters.

Your face is back to holding that adorably confused expression that James so desperately yearns to kiss away.

“I have to admit, Jamie, I’ve got no idea what you’re on about.”

James sighs, finally releasing the hand that’s been holding comfortably on to your own and running it through his leisurely drying hair. He releases a sigh of distress and squeezes his eyes shut firmly in an attempt to figure out the best way to explain himself.

“If you’re not upset with me, then why have you been avoiding me?” You’re trying to put it together on your own as James is proving to be no help, “Wait a mo! Is this some kind of prank or something?” You smile, though you’re not entirely certain you’re correct yet, “Are you trying to get back at me for dying your knickers pink? Because that was an accident!”

James can’t help but smile at your incorrect deduction. Merlin she’s adorable he thinks, how am I supposed to tell her now?

“Yes!” James concludes untruthfully, “You got me. Just a prank. Might’ve gone a bit too far with it though. Sorry ‘bout that, love.”

He brings you into a hug and, after going weeks without it, it feels like home.

You feel like home.

You’re hugging James, after having just gone weeks without it. And you just know.

You have to tell him.

You have to tell him, right now, that you’re in love with him.

And so you do.

“I love you.” You state breathlessly, pulling away from the warm solace of his embrace and looking bravely into his glimmering hazel eyes.

James nods his head mechanically, as if he’s agreeing to your suggestion on what to have for dinner and not taking in the confession of eternal love you’ve just spouted.

“Yes, I love you too,” He smiles a tight, strained smile, “Mate.” He punctuates his final word by bumping his fist gently into your shoulder.

Oh, you think, I’m going to have to spell it out for him, aren’t I?

“No, James. I love you,” You take a step closer to him, not breaking eye contact despite the nerves that are jostling around your insides like a violent sea in a raging storm, taking a deep breath before exhaling somewhat expeditiously, you continue, “Like- Like, I’m in love with you.”

The first thing James feels in that moment are his eyes widening emphatically behind his round-rimmed glasses, his dark lashes making direct contact with the top of his eyelids. He’s certain he must have heard you wrong, that or he’s understood you wrong.

The second thing he feels is hope. What if he hadn’t understood you wrong?

The third thing he feels is his heart, beating faster than it ever has before, so fast he thinks it might be ready to do him in for good. Surely a heart shouldn’t be beating that fast.

“You’re in love? With me?” James speaks disbelievingly, though he’s unable to hide the traces of optimism he’s feeling as a modest smile begins to form on his face.

You nod your head assuredly, a genial smile of your own starting at the sight of his, “Yes, I’m in love with you. Madly, in fact.”

You’ve spent months, years even, deliberating on how you would tell James, if you would tell James. You’d spent countless hours wondering how he would react and what would happen after all was said and done.

You’d planned to tell him all about that. About how long you’ve felt this way, when it started and why it’s taken you so long to tell him, how you were too afraid of risking your best friend should anything have gone wrong.

What you hadn’t planned on was what happened the second you got the last word out.

James eagerly presses his plush lips onto your own, savouring the long overdue sensation of your mouth against his. He tenderly brushes your bottom lip with his tongue once he feels you respond to the kiss with equal fervour. Enthusiastically, you grant his tongue access into your mouth, pulling him closer to you by the roots of his damp hair.

James lets out a low groan at the contact, pulling you flush against his body by your waist, his hands hungrily gripping onto you for dear life as, somehow, the kiss deepens even further.

When the need for oxygen outweighs your mutual need for each others lips, you reluctantly part the slightest of distances, foreheads resting tenderly against one another.

“I’m in love you too. So bloody madly.” James whispers contentedly with a lovesick grin.

You’re each donning smiles brighter than you can ever recall before.

The moment you’ve caught your breath you’re back at it again in full force, gripping at each others clothes and tangling nimble fingers through the other’s hair. James pulls back when your beaming smile makes it a little harder for him to kiss you, returning a smile just as wide that compels you to pull him back in for another kiss, or two, or three.

When the two of you finally feel satiated enough, James pulls back again, a noticeably farther distance. He’s still smiling but it isn’t quite as bright as it was a moment ago.

“What was all that about in the library, then? With Moony?” He asks you the question that’s been clawing at his insides for the last few weeks.

You pause, visibly confused as you shuffle through the files of your memories until you land on one a few weeks ago with Remus in the library. The two of you were discussing a friend who’d asked you on a date. You’d declined as politely as you could, valuing his friendship but knowing your heart had long since been beating for James.

“What about it?” You smile confusedly.

“Well, you were talking about me, weren’t you?” James looks down to the floor, expression now almost devoid of the happiness that had previously overtaken every inch of his face.

“What?” You laugh briefly before it registers, not just his words, but the reason he’s been avoiding you for the last few weeks.

“Wait- James!” You tilt your head into his line of vision, gently cradling his face with your hand as you turn his head to face you fully, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You thought.. Oh, Merlin.”

You pull him into a hug, holding him tight enough to convey just how wrong he’s been.

“I was talking about Amos Diggory.” You state with a gentle exhale, something between a laugh and a sigh, pulling back you rest your arms at your sides. “He asked me to dinner.”

James doesn’t hide the relief that courses through his body, despite the slight scoff of jealousy he lets out at your final sentence.

“But,” You wrap your arms back around him in reassurance, looking up into his eyes that are once again sparkling with happiness, “I’ve been a tad busy, being in love with my best friend and all. So I told him no. Obviously.”

“Right, obviously.” James replies with a cheeky smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re a git, you know.” You roll your eyes, the action a mixture of lovesickness and frustration. “You could’ve just asked me then. Instead of hiding in the books like a proper stalker. And then avoiding me. For weeks,” You’re smiling, but you know you’re still getting your point across, “You git.” You punctuate your final word with a gentle swat to James’ chest, smiling adoringly when he grabs that hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss to it before dropping your intertwined hands back at your side.

“I know,” He admits apologetically, “I’m sorry.” He’s smiling breathtakingly, “Still love me?”

You can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him, because in some roundabout way, it’s what led you to this moment right now, where you can reach over and kiss him if you want to.

And you want to.

Pulling him into you by the fabric of his shirt, you plant another kiss upon James’ lips. The passion and tenderness in the kiss meld together just as perfectly as your lips do.

“Yes.” You mumble happily when your mouths finally break apart. “Always.”

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I need more Alex x reader so maybe a childhood friends to lovers moment, but she’s a redbull driver 👀

Just friends where everyone but them knows they’re bound to be forever and everyone’s like when are they gonna get together. Cute snapshots of just them being sickenly inlove and oblivious. Maybe reader wins a wdc and Alex is so proud he doesn’t care that they’re in public he has to show how much he loves her and kisses her. Or maybe this happens and when one of them is interviewed they reveal they’ve been together for like 8 years at that point of something and everyone’s like jaw dropped shocked because they thought they weren’t together and just pining. Turn it on to everyone else.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO... ALREADY LOVERS? — AA23

summary: in which the entirety of f1 is waiting for everyone's favorite childhood best friends to get together... only for them to be together the whole time

pairing: filo!redbull driver!reader x alex albon

fc: kathryn bernardo

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notes: this one was so fun to make i hope you guys like it!

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maxverstappen1: this is how i find out that Y/N stole my aviators... ↳ yourusername: sharing is care maximillian ↳ maxverstappen1: how many times do i have to say that isn't my name? ↳ yourusername: your parents named you max emilian, they should've named you maximillian to make it easier ↳ maxverstappen1: redbullracing can i get another teammate? this one's annoying ↳ yourusername: jokes on you, I'm the favorite 🫶 ↳ maxverstappen: you spend more time in the williams' garage than your own team's garage, IM the favorite

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user1: redbull is trying not to choose their favorite child LMAO ↳ redbullracing: if we choose one, the other will get grumpy

yourusername: look at how nice this photo is, alex_albon take notes ↳ alex_albon: take notes? who do you think redbull asked for a photo of you? 🤔 ↳ user6: not redbull knowing who to get photos of Y/N from 😭 ↳ user7: alex albon, part time f1 driver and full time photographer for Y/N

user2: alex having unlimited photos of Y/N, Y/N's dog staying with the albon's during the season, Y/N hanging in williams' garage to hang out with alex, AND the fact that alex calls his home hers??? AND THEY AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER??? ↳ user3: ALEX AND Y/N AREN'T TOGETHER??? ↳ user2: user3 NO THEY AREN'T, THEY ARE "BEST FRIENDS" 🙄 ↳ user4: doesn't alex live with Y/N half the time? they're basically married at this point ↳ landonorris: trust us, we've tried getting them together, but both of them are too stubborn ↳ georgerussell63: it's like grasping at straws, trying to get those two together ↳ user5: PLEASE not half of the 2019 rookies trying to get the other half together but failing miserably 😭😭

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redbullracing: Y/N L/N. FIRST-TIME WORLD CHAMPION 👑

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user1: MY WIFE IS A WDC LETS GOOOO

user2: is that Y/N L/N who won the 2024 wdc against max verstappen in equal machinery?

user3: congrats on winning champ can’t wait for next season 🎉

user4: once again are we surprised redbull won?

user5: clearly undeserved max was robbed ↳ user6: max isn't gonna fuck you so stop riding his dick so hard

user7: Y/NS MY GOAT

maxverstappen1: congratulations Y/N! very much deserved win for my teammate 🥳

user8: okay but now alex_albon HAS to bag her now, or else someone else will ↳ user9: FR she's a wdc now and even if she wasn't, SOOO many people (including me) want her hand in marriage ↳ maxverstappen1: alex_albon ↳ georgerussell63: alex_albon ↳ landonorris: alex_albon ↳ charles_leclerc: alex_albon ↳ lewishamilton: alex_albon ↳ valtteribottas: alex_albon ↳ schecoperez: alex_albon ↳ lance_stroll: alex_albon ↳ yukitsunoda0511: alex_albon ↳ sebastianvettel: alex_albon ↳ carlossainz55: alex_albon ↳ danielricciardo: alex_albon ↳ estebanocon: alex_albon ↳ zhouguanyou24: alex_albon ↳ pierregasly: alex_albon ↳ kevinmagnussen: alex_albon ↳ logansargeant: alex_albon ↳ oscarpiastri: alex_albon ↳ fernandoalo_oficial: alex_albon ↳ mickschumacher: alex_albon ↳ user10: PLEASE THE WAY THIS SUMMONED THE ENTIRE GRID 😭

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alex_albon: a wdc and her wag 🫶

in all honesty, this was originally going to be a happy anniversary post commemorating our 8th year together, but our anniversary just so happened to coincide with the day you won a wdc, so why not greet you both times?

Y/N, i'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished. i've seen firsthand what you've done and what you can undoubtedly do in the future and i can't wait to be right beside you when you do it.

i love you so much and congratulations 🫶

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yourusername: i love you so much 🫶 😚

user1: 8 YEARS????? ↳ user2: OH I JUST KNOW THE BOTH OF THEM ARE GIGGLING AT THE COMMENTS RN

georgerussell63: YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER ALL THIS TIME? ↳ landonorris: ALL THE PLANNING WE DID, ONLY FOR THEM TO BE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME? ↳ yourusername: "planning" you locked alex and i into a closet right before a gp and we almost got in trouble??? ↳ alex_albon: remember when they planned a grid dinner but they all mysteriously had other plans so we just had an impromptu date using max's card? (we didn't steal it, one of the guys stole max's card and gave it to the restaurant) ↳ maxverstappen1: I PAID FOR THAT DINNER? WHO STOLE MY CARD? ↳ landonorris: 🙋‍♂️ ↳ yourusername: thank you both btw 🫶

redbullracing: congratulations to the happy couple ↳ williamsracing: we've been waiting for this ↳ yourusername: thank you for the blessing 🫡 ↳ yourusername: (we disclosed our relationship to our teams bc we were scared that they were gonna make us break up or something if one of us was accused of sharing team info)

user3: this means they were together since 2016 and by the time they got into f1, they were 3 years into the relationship 😭

user4: this is so impressive though??? cause i can barely keep a secret for a couple days, but 8 YEARS???

user5: "a wdc and her wag 🫶" THE HIGHWAY IS LOOKING GOOD RN

yourusername: alex albon, my favorite wag 🫡 ↳ alex_albon: Y/N L/N, my favorite wdc 🫡

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #alex albon x reader #alex albon fic #alex albon imagine #aa23

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oopsdevil · 4 months

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COD + Tropes (pt. 2)

which trope do they fall into when it comes to you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + BLIND DATE

"i should be home right now" was the first thought simon had when he stepped foot into that fancy restaurant. the most dangerous man of the country, scared of a date.

in retrospect, he had it coming. he knew he shouldn't have let soap set him up with someone whose face he doesn't even know. and he is already sweating, feeling absolutely exposed without his mask and-

he saw you. and his mind went quiet. his only worry right now is how to be a worthy date for you. and yes, you must think he is an idiot for the way he keeps staring, but he can't help it. for once in his life he begs to whoever is listening: let this go right for me.

and someone must have heard him, because it was the best date of his life since you told him you would have preferred a more casual place. his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned you would cook for him on a second date.

now, he loves thinking about that first date, and how the second one turned into the best first kiss, and how the third one turned into you never leaving his bed again.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR

kyle was never a clumsy guy, so why does he keep tripping on his porch every time he sees his new neighbor? in his mind, you had to be flawed. something! you couldn't possibly be this perfect right? oh except he knows you are. he really tried to push his feelings, but you won his heart in a very simple way. his cat, peanut.

you should have seen his face the day he saw out the window and spotted his cat, comfortably sitting at your home. he came back later that night, but gaz kept it in his mind. and he started noticing it, the way you leave water for peanut in hot summer days and a window open to enter your room on rainy nights. and he just couldn't help it. after HOURS (yes, hours) of self pep talk, kyle knocked your door, offering a nice dinner and the chance to see peanut's own home.

peanut is delighted, specially because how years later, you brought to your shared place his new orange 'sibilings': bear and willow.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + LOVE CONFESSION

loud, funny, sarcastic, cheeky. that's soap. but johnny's face couldn't possibly get any more pink while looking at his best friend's sister. he has known you for years, spent dozens of holidays with you, shared hundreds of nights at clubs.

i mean, yeah, he felt like ripping his heart out when you brought your first boyfriend for thanksgiving. and he lied once or twice saying he was close to your house to give you a ride. and now... now maybe it's his age, everything he went through pushing him to chase after the only one who ever crosses his mind, and fuck- are your eyes brighter? he didn't think it was possible.

he thought about how to tell you in a million possible ways. and it came flying out of his mouth the second you told him you broke up with your man. you blushed and gave him a peck that stayed on his mind the rest of the night month.

"oh, me and him broke up last june actually-"

"go out with me"

KÖNIG + SECRET DATING

it was a very difficult mission: lots of planning, lots of packing, tracking, unloadings and-

this shouldn't be a problem. it has never been until now, but all he can think about are your lips while seeing you across the room. considering that you are a part of the 141, he barely ever sees you here, your relationship is exclusively civilian. so you both made a silent pact: no personal interact at work.

and it went well!... for like a day. and you really thought you could keep it a secret, but the way he looked at you and how bad you missed each other... you pushed it a little when you decided to let him sleep in your room.

now, it might be your dizzy head after making out all morning, but you forgot a very basic rule in the army; basically, no privacy. the fact that a superior could walk into your room at any giving moment is annoying, but at this point you were convinced the universe just hated you.

your lieutenant, the very overprotective man who took you under his wing, opened the door that very morning. ghost and könig looked at each other intensely for a long 10 seconds.

an hour, a black eye and a terrible lecture from price to simon later, könig still smiled. at least he didn't have to hide you anymore.

JOHN PRICE + LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP

you drive him crazy. he swears everything that comes out of your mouth makes his eyes roll. every petty comment, everytime you put him in his place, how you look at him during reports because you know you make him nervous. he hates when the rest sees the way he can't stand you, and why the fuck do they keep saying is sexual tension? because he gets closer to you when talking? that's purely for intimidation. in his defense, you hate him too! except he has no idea you blush the second he turns around, or how you defend him if another soldier questions his decisions.

feelings hit you both like a train a random night of spring. he heard crying in the hall, so soft he thought he was imagining it. he saw you and instinctively ran to you. in that situation, you just couldn't pretend anymore, you needed a minute to break about everyone and everything that has been pushing you to this moment. he wrapped his big arms around you, giving you the hug and body heat you both have been craving from each other. he internally promised himself to make it right, so his heart would never have to break again at the sight of your tears.

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lollytea · 1 year

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Please, your finale Huntlow thoughts, my liege. We poor peasants beg of you, our bowls are empty and your tables full; if we might have but a crumb of your succulent meal to fill our bellies in these cold December nights.

ASGCDHBDJNK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OKAY

I got a few asks about this but I guess I'll answer this one cuz it's phrased the funniest. I just wasn't too pressed about giving my Thoughts about finale Huntlow because I am fully a part of the Huntlow hivemind. Like I feel the way everyone else feels. I'm ecstatic, I'm delighted, I'm overwhelmed, I'm emotional, I'm so happy for them, I got everything I could have wanted. I won. We won.

(I HAVE TOO MANY PICS. I'LL RB WITH PART 2)

First of all this scene is so special to me, you have no idea.

It isn't inherently romantic but it's still so sweet and shows how much these two care for each other. Here's Willow, who's spent the last special Atlasing and repressing and refusing to rely on anyone else. But then she had her breakdown in front of Hunter and he realized just how stressed and scared she's been this whole time. She's visibly anxious and upset here, likely worrying up a storm because she hasn't found her Dads yet. And Hunter is right here beside her. He's seen her meltdown, he's felt her pain, he's heard her cry. He knows that Willow is in a fragile state at the moment. He knows she's been holding in a lot. He knows she's scared. I love that he's not only standing by her side and helping her search, but holding her too. It could be that she vocally expressed how worried she was to him, or maybe he just saw it on her face, but he probably placed that hand on her back to comfort her, let her knows he's right here, grounding her. And Willow, who's still learning how to depend on others, is letting him.

The way Hunter lights up when he sees Harvey and Gilbert, thrilled by how happy he knows she's going to be and his soft smile when he points them out to her. And then THIS!

Like Hunter is devastated. He feels alone and out of place here. He really thinks he has nobody. But Willow being happy can still bring a smile to his face. He just loves her so much!!!

And I know I already talked about the grom photo but UGHH!!!

I got a pic in better definition. I'm pretty sure this is Hunter's first grom. So likely a few months after the events of WAD. And it's so cute to think about Hunter and Willow very awkwardly but eagerly navigating a romantic relationship. I love how grabby and flirty Willow looks here, messing with his bowtie. She clearly LOVES the floral suit, thinking he's like the hottest man alive. She needs to smooch him and NOW. Or she's just like "Oh my, what a nice collarbone you have!!" Idk the ambiguity of what exactly Willow is doing here but the vibe and general intentions being very obvious is my favourite part of this pic. You can speculate for years on this. Oh and Hunter's face, I love it so much. His dumb little blush is like an old friend. He's fucking THRILLED that he's getting so much attention from her. He's very excited about where this is going. But he's also like. So nervous he's gonna pass out. But overall he's having the time of his life. Bi rights!

Also epilogue Huntlow....guys....guys epilogue Huntlow....are you guys still listening to me at this point?

God I love this scene. Its so natural and smooth, giving the characters a chance to breathe and exist and providing a glimpse of how they go about their daily lives. It's soft and lighthearted but it establishes so much about where Willow and Hunter are currently at in their relationship. They've been dating for like....3 years at the very least. And they're clearly very happy together!!

The way Willow casually slides on to the scene, giving the impression that she's often dropped in on him while he's working. And why wouldn't she? That's her sweetheart. What if she requires emergency smooches? What then? And of course, there's Hunter beaming at the sight of her. Seems he never gets tired of his girlfriend stopping by to visit. Or maybe he's sick to death of Willow the menace showing up to distract him while he's trying to work and he's just excited about the prospect of Luz's party. Either way, it's an adorable expression.

Something else I love about epilogue Huntlow is how equally distributed the affection is between both of them. Back when FTF dropped I gushed about how sweet it was to see Hunter taking initiative with Willow and the significance of something as simple pressing his backhand against hers during the pinky hold. And God, this sequence here says it all. From what I can tell, as Hunter runs towards her, they both reached out at the same time and linked hands immediately, implying that holding hands has become the automatic gesture for them whenever they meet up. They're in love, you're honor.

I love the huge carefree grins as they skate down the hill (still holding hands). They might have grown a lot since we last saw them but they're still young adults, they still love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff. And even better, they love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff together. All the handholding and fluffy cuteness is wonderful but I also love knowing that they seem to genuinely enjoy just hanging out and spending their youth with each other. Zeno was right, they ARE besties. Who knows how much shit Hunter and Willow get up to together? Being a pair of thrill seeking athletes, it's probably a lot.

This part is just so silly and ridiculous. After they go stumbling, Willow's first instinct is to grab Hunter and hold on for dear life. Her intense scrunched up expression is just so funny. "I will protect you, my love. No big dumb hill is going to harm a hair on your pretty head. Your girl is here." And Hunter barely acknowledging it (it probably happens a lot) because his life is currently flashing before his eyes. GOD they're just such nerds.

Oh and this frame is just SO adorable. The way Willow's hold on him lingers for a moment before he walks towards the grave, Hunter's heart eyes. They're clearly still so soft and touchy with each other. And this is after three years. I know they were insufferable when they started dating as teens.

#toh spoilers #huntlow

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bangelism · 3 months

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can someone please tell me how on earth i am supposed to just move on doing shit now.

the tortured poets department. the tortured poets department. which sounds like that groupchat name joe awlyn had the “tortured men’s club” or smth like that. the cover and aesthetic being black and white again in contrast to the “i once believed love would be black and white.” 2 years in the making. which takes us back to grammys 2021 when she won for folklore…

folklore which had the running theme of poets and poetry. especially songs like ‘the lakes’ where she positions herself as a poet wanting to go where all the poets went to die. and then the little text on her instagram talked about MUSES saying “my muses acquired like bruises.” where else has she sung about muses??? that’s right THE LAKES. where her lover is her muse, and she doesn’t want to go to the place where all the POETS went to die without her MUSE.

the text she posted with the album cover is also reminiscent of midnights imagery. she puts an emphasis on the “tick tick tick” of a love bomb reminiscent of the ticking of a clock perhaps?? and the clock symbol was so prevalent in midnights.

“my talismans and charms” like a mythical thing? a champion ring?? one price she deemed to win?? she described willow as a ‘love spell’ when she was releasing evermore. now we have more imagery of charms and magic. a talisman is an object that’s usually portrayed as a necklace that has magical abilities of some sort used to ‘avert evil’…maybe like initials on chain round a neck…

all is fair in love and poetry. which comes from the idiom ‘all is fair in love and war’, replacing war with poetry. (“the bombs were closer. my hand was the one you reached for. all throughout the great war.” [that also just reminded me the ‘tick tick tick of love bombs’]. taylor has always fought her battles, internal and external, through music. by writing, through poetry. there is so much to unpack in just that sentence. all is fair in love and poetry.

and of course she is fittingly the chairman of the tortured poets department.

i genuinely cannot wait for this album.

sincerely, a member of the tortured poets department.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #she’s making me go insane i have so many thoughts in my head rn #this is a mess but i needed to get it out of my brain so i can think again #grammys 2024

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petrichorium · 9 months

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Peaches and Cream

in which you rescue jing yuan from an afternoon of starchess

jing yuan x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k reader: mostly neutral (no pronouns, mostly neutral terms (one use of "martial mother" in jest), no clothing described) tags: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, banter, fairly suggestive, making out, peach eating, embarrassing the shit out of yanqing (sorry yanqing) note: part of the willow's house meet fruit collab hosted by @willowser. go check out all the other fics!!!

the boy’s hand freezes. his eyes dart up to you, questioning, and you sigh.

“he’d have won in three more moves if you did what you planned to. look at your cloud knight.”

“there, see? a lovely guiding hand.” jing yuan’s eyes glint when you toss your head over to glare at him. your fingers find his forearm where it rests against you and pinch him, far harder than you’d grant anyone else. he can take it—he only laughs and holds you tighter, smug. “perhaps the pair of you together can finally win.”

yanqing purses his lips, clearly holding back his temper when he says, “i hardly need help.”

“a wise soldier makes use of the resources he’s given. i’m giving you a fine resource, yanqing.” jing yuan raises his free hand to stroke the back of his finger against your cheek. “this one is the only opponent who’s beaten me since i became general.”

you bat him away none too gently. “he’s lying to you, yanqing, he let me win—which is why i will never play with him again, even through you.”

You find Jing Yuan and Yanqing precisely where you expect them: out in the garden, sat on either side of a starchessboard.

While you’d intended to pretend it was happenstance, you don’t bother when Jing Yuan sees you. His lips quirk into a grin immediately, one white brow raised in a knowing look. He’d been sprawled out on his side—waiting for Yanqing to take his turn, clearly, judging by how intensely the boy is staring at the board—but he straightens as you draw near.

It’s only when you’re close enough to touch his shoulder that Yanqing notices. He jumps, just a little; too comfortable with his teacher nearby, certainly, which has the very man chuckling under his breath.

Your lover beckons you over eagerly, hand patting against his thigh and sitting up even more. You consider denying him, just for the amusement of his pout and the inevitable chase, but it’d be rude to interrupt their game so suddenly.

Jing Yuan will do so on his own terms soon enough. It’s growing too far past noon for him to do much other than wheedle you into a nap.

“Darling,” he greets, half-drawled and full of affection as you stoop to join him. “Come to grace us with your presence?”

“The game was going on too long.”

He drapes himself around you before you’ve even settled, tucks up at your back, arms resting on your waist happily. You make yourself comfortable against his lounging body by bracing yourself on his thigh and busy yourself with the peach in your hand.

The paring knife you’ve stolen from the kitchen is small and simple, sharp in your nimble fingers as you slice into the fruit. When you pull the sliver you’ve cut free from the pit you can tell from the soft give that you’d chosen wisely.

Reaching out, you offer it to Yanqing, who hesitates for only a moment before taking it from your hand and giving a muffled thanks.

Jing Yuan’s thumb catches gently at your waist. “Look at you, a model martial mother. Feeding the body and the mind.”

You wrinkle your nose. “When have I ever fed his mind? Isn’t that your job?”

And yet you can’t help yourself when Yanqing reaches for one of his pieces. The low chastising click of your tongue is involuntary.

The boy’s hand freezes. His eyes dart up to you, questioning, and you sigh.

“He’d have won in three more moves if you did what you planned to. Look at your cloud knight.”

“There, see? A lovely guiding hand.” Jing Yuan’s eyes glint when you toss your head over to glare at him. Your fingers find his forearm where it rests against you and pinch him, far harder than you’d grant anyone else. He can take it—he only laughs and holds you tighter, smug. “Perhaps the pair of you together can finally win.”

Yanqing purses his lips, clearly holding back his temper when he says, “I hardly need help.”

“A wise soldier makes use of the resources he’s given. I’m giving you a fine resource, Yanqing.” Jing Yuan raises his free hand to stroke the back of his finger against your cheek. “This one is the only opponent who’s beaten me since I became general.”

You bat him away none too gently. “He’s lying to you, Yanqing, he let me win—which is why I will never play with him again, even through you.”

“Petty.” The word is whispered into your ear, low and husky. The glare you give Jing Yuan now is one of warning; he lifts his hands just slightly in surrender. The look on his face, however, is unrepentant.

If Yanqing heard him, or saw the exchange, he pretends not to. His eyes remain glued to the board as if memorizing it. And, sure enough, a few seconds later he’s rising to his feet.

“I’m going to the bathroom!” he announces loudly, making you giggle. Jing Yuan snickers as well, though his hands are preoccupied with your waist and thighs.

When Yanqing disappears from sight, you turn back to your peach. This time when you put the blade to its surface, you intend to taste it yourself; you let yourself look closer at the starchessboard before you and slice into the fruit absent-mindedly.

There’s a pinch at your thigh. Your hand stills halfway to your lips, perfect slice held loosely in your fingers—you snap your head over to glare at the culprit.

Jing Yuan, obnoxious, brazen man that he is, opens his mouth expectantly.

You consider shoving the knife down his throat. But, even you have to admit, that wouldn’t be worth the trouble of being labeled slayer of the oldest and most capable Arbiter-General, so instead you bite into it as you’d intended the whole time, maintaining eye contact with him petulantly.

The flavor bursts over your tongue, sweet; you watch Jing Yuan’s eyes fall to your mouth briefly and you go a little hot under his gaze, the way he leans forward slightly. At your waist you feel him hold you just a bit tighter before his hand—the one that had pinched your thigh—moves to trail up your side and then down your arm.

His grip goes solid around your elbow and pulls it towards him. Those golden eyes never part from yours as his tongue makes contact with your skin, lips grazing just barely as he licks up your wrist. Following your pulse, he pauses briefly to nip at your palm before sinking his teeth directly into your peach.

“Jing Yuan!” you shout, lightheartedly chastising, ignoring how your stomach swoops as he turns his head to the side and rips out a chunk of flesh. He snickers, low and rich; throat bobbing with a swallow, pink lips glimmering with sticky juice that covers your hand, too, messy and savage as he’d been.

And then he goes back for more, hand tighter on your forearm to stop you from pulling away as he bites down again, deep enough that he can yank it out of your grasp entirely despite your increasingly breathy protests.

“Brute,” you accuse with a pout and an attempt at retrieval that he artfully dodges. He growls for good measure, stupidly exaggerated, and tosses his head like a dog with a toy as you reach for the torn remains of your poor peach. The only thing you can get a firm enough hold on now is the pit, fingers delving into the mush that’s become of the fruit; the laughter in your voice is entirely unable to be contained now. “Down, boy. Drop.”

For half a moment he pretends to obey, loosening his jaw’s grip on the fruit until you can pry it from his mouth and pat the palm of your hand against his cheek in reward—but then he snatches it from your hand with his own, tossing it aside carelessly as he catches your wrist and tugs it forward to close his mouth around your thumb.

Jing Yuan’s tongue is hot against the pad of your finger. It’s meticulous, swirling carefully to clean the lingering taste of the peach from your skin. At first your attention lies solely on that, the purse of his lips and the occasional peek of his tongue through them. Then you make the mistake of glancing up and seeing the heavy-lidded gaze he’s giving you, golden eyes lighting up as you meet them. He hears how your breath hitches, you know; his mouth quirks up at the corners and he tugs you closer, just barely.

When he’s deemed the first digit cleaned enough, he moves on, tongue threading between your fingers, licking flat against your palm and at the pulsepoint of your wrist. Without realizing, you let him draw you closer, subtle and sly in the way his hold at your waist and those long legs guide you to crawl over his form until you sit straddling him entirely, watching as he draws your index fully into his mouth as far back as it will go.

Behind you, someone clears his throat. You whip around to find Yanqing standing on the other side of the table, boldly holding his general’s eye though his cheeks are a hearty pink.

“If you’d like me to leave, general, then dismiss me,” he says.

“No,” you start to say hurriedly, yanking your hand away with haste and lurching away—or rather trying to, because you only manage to kneel properly before Jing Yuan’s large palms find your thighs and stop you from very far as he speaks.

“Run along, then.” It sounds amused, and when you turn back to scowl at him the expression he wears is that of a teasing grin, but you—and, you’re sure, Yanqing as well—can hear the command behind it. Your lover slides one of those palms up your thigh to wrap an arm around your waist again and tug you back down with easy strength; you catch yourself on his chest with a low hiss, wordlessly admonishing. “It grows too late for strategy. I need rest.”

“But we’ve yet to finish our match,” Yanqing tries, halfway to whining despite his previous attempt at manners. “It’s hardly past two—“

“And you well know that afternoons are for napping, so run along. I promise you won’t miss anything interesting.” Jing Yuan pinches your thigh again hard enough to make you yelp. The glare you send is met with a heavy-lidded look, one which never parts from you even as he continues with his words still directed at his pupil. “Unless you’d like to stay behind and watch—”

Yanqing interrupts with an emphatic gag that has Jing Yuan barking out a laugh. You don’t hear the boy leave, but he’s swift enough that he’s out of sight when you glance over with the corner of your eye.

A good choice, because Jing Yuan is surging upward to capture your lips for real before you can turn your attention back to him. Like most kisses he gives you—especially at this time of day and sequestered in the quietest parts of his manor—it’s languid and teasing; a little messy, a little playful, entirely unhurried as he falls back and uses a hand behind your neck to guide you to follow until you’re pulled entirely on top of him, forced to brace yourself with your arms over his head.

He tastes like peach, perfectly ripened.

#jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #mine.🌧#char.🌧 jing yuan

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filmnoirsbian · 5 months

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I'm not necessarily a punk gatekeeper like idrc abt "sell out" accusations bc tbh I like when artists I like get paid and expand their audiences and I'm a green day fan so yk but even at their most sell out they were putting out shit like american idiot so it's not like they weren't still politically punk. And I don't even think you can't necessarily be privileged and still make good punk music (again, go listen to willow smith's recent stuff both her solo albums and as the anxiety it's great) but as a huge fan of the baltimore and dc hxc scene it's just like ok. So what's the point? Punk sounds like garbage to people who don't like it because punks cared more about getting their message across than making shit that might get radio airplay. They were fucking angry about the state of things and they made music for people who were also angry about it, and so often there was no crossover appeal. Remember when bad brains got fucking banned from dc bc their shows went so hard? If you want to make music with a punk-sounding influence that isn't necessarily political that's fine, that's how we got pop punk and the alt scene, all those "I hate my town" bands, the blink 182s and avril lavignes of the world, but there's a reason it's called pop punk and not just punk. Avril wasn't called the punk princess ever bc people knew that'd sound fucking ridiculous. She was the pop punk princess. I'm not saying that punk songs and bands can't become mainstream or popular, green day won fucking grammies, the clash and the sex pistols etc all got their big paydays. Which is why the hxc (and other early punk subgroups like riot grrrl etc) scene erupted at all; they felt like the big punk names weren't going hard enough anymore, and in a lot of ways they were right but that's sort of the nature of music, eventually audiences get bored or radio stations and studio execs want to discover the new big thing and then what was outsider music becomes mainstream and then those outsider fans decide those bands have sold out and look for something still outside/something harder which won't so easily be sold to the general public, rinse repeat. But I AM saying that if you're going to try to call your music punk, I better see you in the fucking pit.

#tcp #the universal language

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hookhausenschips · 4 months

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Dad!Hook Headcanon

AEW Masterlist

Word Count: 1,317

Author's Note: I am definitely going to make this a series, like adventures with mini senerchia or something like that so stay tuned

The day after All In, you and Tyler had celebrated the night before since he had won his championship back from Jack.

You both were too eager to even think of using a condom, thank god for birth control. Right?

Not thinking much of it when it was now October a couple days after WrestleDream and you had still yet to get your period

There’s no way you were pregnant, although you hadn’t wrestled since the Dynamite after All In due to a slight wrist sprain you didn’t have any morning sickness

That night at Rampage waiting for Tyler to come back from his match your phone rang, it was your mother

“Y/N why am I having dreams of being a grandmother again?” She asked straight away, “Wow Hi mom nice to hear from you too. I’m doing great thanks for asking.” you replied. “Cut the shit little miss. I know it's not your brother again or your sister, So the only one left out of my children is you.”

You reassured your mom that you were in fact NOT pregnant, even though you are in your early 20s she still scared you

But as the days went on the thought continued to eat at you.

So here you stood in your locker room before Dynamite with Skye, Kris, WIllow, and Julia all with you for moral support as you took the six tests you bought. Can’t be too sure.

Willow was grinning, “Could you imagine how cute your guy’s babies would be if it is positive?” The rest all joining in gushing as well

You sat there on the floor in front of the table that held the fate of your future.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The alarm on your phone signaling the timer was now finished.

You looked at the girls slowly feeling the anxiety start to flood your system

Yeah you and Tyler had talked about kids but not too in depth, you both wanted them but now? Not even at the peaks of your careers, were you ready to be parents?

Taking a deep breath you stood up and flipped over the first test.

Your heart hammered against your rib cage, you blinked several times to make sure you were reading it right ‘POSITIVE” it read in bold letters.

You flipped all the others and they read the same. You are pregnant,

You turned towards the girls feeling overwhelmed with emotion holding up one of the many tests

They all gasped reading the test before crowding around you hugging you

Words of love and encouragement were uttered between them towards you

You shoved all the tests at the bottom of your suitcase before heading off to tell your bosses

They were elated to hear the news, congratulations flew around the room

You would figure out a way to be written off of tv until after the baby was here

You had asked that they not tell anyone yet especially Taz or Tyler, you wanted to surprise the two

Thankfully that weekend was the weekend you were flying back to New York with Tyler for a little get together with some of his family

That Friday before you flew out you went and bought the things you needed for your announcement

Over the course of your relationship you had grown close to Tyler’s family especially his cousins.

You had informed one of his cousins, Laila, about the news and asked if she could help out with filming the announcement. Of course she had agreed.

There you stood in Taz’s backyard holding three boxes that held your surprises

Laila was ready inside at the kitchen island as you asked Tyler, his mom, and Taz if you all could talk

Joining you inside Taz was the first to notice the boxes with their names on them

“Christmas come early ranuncolo?” (buttercup)

Smiling nervously you nodded, “Something like that. You can open them,”

His mother was the first to open her’s. Reading the card first as Taz and Tyler opened theirs as well

Tyler stood silently as he read what the little onesie said ‘future sparring partner’ each box held a positive pregnancy test

His mother was next, she gasped seeing the test and the onesie that read ‘move I’m here for grandma’s cuddles and cooking’

Taz chuckled as he felt tears come to his eyes as he read what his said ‘future ftw mini champion’ and a shirt that said ‘soon to be grandpa’

“Are you serious?” Tyler spoke as his eyes went back and forth from his box, his parents, then you

You nodded smiling

He rushed over to you, picking you up and kissing you before cheering, “I’m going to be a dad!”

His mother and father came over to hug you both and congratulate you

“You two are young but I know that little one will be in good hands. I guess I don;t have to wait until I’m gray now to be a grandpa.” Taz said after hugging you and patting his son on his shoulder

“You are turning gray darling.” His wife replied as we all laughed

Soon enough you told the whole roster, they all were overjoyed at the thought of the AEW family growing

You even called Cody and Brandi to tell them since they were one of the huge reasons why you joined AEW

Once it came time for the scan and knowing the baby’s gender, you trusted the results to Kris and Willow

Your gender reveal was definitely one of a kind, your very own wrestling match to determine the gender with the whole roster and company present before Collision

The winner would get the belt and once the bell was rung the ring posts would burst with streamers and colored powder

You were very amused seeing the set up

The winner was announced and as you and Hook stood in the ring with them when the ring erupted.

IT’S A BOY!!!!

You cried tears of joy as Tyler embraced you, you didn’t care if it was a boy or girl when asked in the pre gender reveal video you were just happy to have a healthy baby with the man of your dreams

Your baby shower was of course wrestler themed, you had to incorporate it

The nursery was put together in no time and you were in love with it

Tyler wouldn’t let you help claiming you were doing enough just by carrying your guy’s baby the least he could do was put up the nursery

He was like that all throughout your entire pregnancy

Due date was soon approaching and you were ready for baby bear to get out

You couldn’t lay comfortably anymore and the past month felt like your rib cage was his jungle gym

Soon enough your water broke the night before your due date, May 24th 2024.

You were in labor for 16 hours, and you were pissed

You threatened Tyler that he wouldn’t get to touch you after your son was born, it was his fault you were in this much pain to begin with was your logic

At 10:28 pm, your little bundle of joy was welcomed into the world

He had a head full of hair and Tyler’s eyes

He was beautiful, you couldn’t stop crying as the nurses placed him on your chest, you felt so many emotions flow through you

After awhile you looked and Tyler to see him crying, you smiled at him gesturing him to join you on the bed

“You want to hold your son?” you whispered, he nodded and held his arms out as you placed the baby into his arms.

You swore you couldn’t fall more in love with Tyler but at that moment seeing him talk to his son; y/s/n, and cuddle him, you could've sworn heaven was here on Earth in that moment.

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alotofpockets · 8 months

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Support | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Summary: You're playing the championship game on the Essex field, with Leighton supporting you in the stands. [full request]

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

The championship game has been something you’ve been working towards since the beginning of the year when you had been selected to join the Essex soccer team. Everyone on the team has worked very hard to be playing here tonight. Joining the soccer team has been one of the best things to happen to you. You found instant friends in the team. Creating a ripple effect of positivity in your life. You immediately got close with Whitney, who had joined the team at the same time. She quickly became one of your closest friends along with Willow. Through your friendship with Whitney you had met Leighton, Whit’s roommate. You had an instant click with her, and knew from the first night you met that you would have a great connection with her.

A warm feeling spreads in your chest thinking back on that first night that you had met Leighton. You look up at the stands as you walk onto the field to warm up. You wave when you see Leighton sitting there to support you and Whit, alongside Kimberly and Bela. You smile thinking how far the two of you had come since that first night, nearing your one year anniversary. However, you quickly get sucked out of your mushy memories by Coach Woods yelling out drills.

The game starts and quickly the score is in your favor as Whitney manages to get close to the goal and kicks it out of reach of the goalkeeper. The crowd goes wild as the ball hits the back of the net. You celebrate with your teammates briefly before resuming the game. The game continues and the opponents seem to have regained their defense system and block every entry possible on their half of the field. After trying again and again the team was getting tired, sadly that meant the other team was able to score a goal right before the half time whistle blew.

During half time in the locker room Coach Woods informs the team that you'll be using a different strategy that you've been practicing during training. You hadn't needed the strategy in any of the games leading up to this one, so you had the element of surprise to your advantage. You got back onto the field with some more energy again, ready to try this strategy.

You spotted the perfect moment to try and execute the strategy. As the opposing team passes the ball amongst each other on your half of the field, their midfield and defense line moves up, as you had expected. You slowly move in between their midfield and defense line as Willow intercepts the ball, she notices your position on the field and kicks the ball in your direction. You're highly focused and have a great first touch, which means you gain control of the ball quickly. Since the sudden switch of sides, only the line of defense and the goalkeeper are between you and the goal. The defense is still spread out over the width of the field, so you pass the defender in front of you with ease. Once you're free, you take a look at the goal to see where the goalkeeper stood. You take a deep breath and put all your power behind your kick. The ball lands just out of reach for the goalkeeper, and before you even realize that the ball was in, your teammates' hugs come crashing into you.

You're ahead once again, but you know that just the one goal ahead meant no time to relax, you had to keep this up. The team fought hard to keep the ball at bay for the rest of the game. You all succeeded to keep the 2-1 lead until the final whistle. You won the championship game! You go around hugging your teammates and shaking hands with your opponents. Once the opposing team left, more and more people from the stands joined you to celebrate on the field. Leighton hugged you tightly when she made it to your side. "You were amazing, I am so proud of you!"

Coach Woods huddled all the girls on the team together, “You all did such an amazing job today, as well as the rest of the season. You can all be immensely proud of yourselves, I know I am.” She said, “All right, now go off and celebrate, you all deserve it.” The celebrations got louder and louder as boomboxes got connected and people started jumping around. You got more and more quiet as you started to get overwhelmed. Leighton, who was keeping an eye on you from a few groups of people over, noticed the situation was overstimulating you and made her way over. She grabs your hand and gently pulls you away from the group of people you were with, “Sorry, guys, just stealing my girlfriend for a second.” She guides you away from the loudness on the field with her arm around your waist, you lean into her absorbing the comfort that she brings you. She walks you all the way to the top of the bleachers, where she sits down and pulls you into her side. She knows how overwhelming crowds could be for you, so she sat quietly beside you. You play with her hand in your lap, putting your focus on that to help ground you. She places soft kisses on your temple, she knows just how to calm you.

You proudly watch over the crowd below you, there were all here celebrating the team's win. “Thank you, baby. I love you.” You say letting Leighton know you appreciate her. “Always, and I love you too.” You stay on the bleachers while the buzz of people below you continues to celebrate. Whitney, Bela, and Kimberly look up at you from the field, Whitney types something on her phone and Leighton’s phone buzzes a second later, the message reads, ‘Ready to go?’. She nods their way and helps you up. On the way back to their down you snap a couple pictures. You hang in the dorm's common room with the girls the rest of the night, cuddled up into Leighton’s side.

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heartofwritiing · 1 year

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Abuse those I love

while i ostracize the ones who love me back.

paring: cc!wilbur soot x musician!fem!reader

summary: you and wilbur have broken up, wilbur realizes he messed up.

authors note: tell me how I can write about a breakup without ever being in a relationship ever... I hope this is good idk I apologize if not, I haven’t written anything in months but this man is making me crawl out of my hiatus and WRITE. This was supposed to be longer but i haven’t had motivation to finish it so maybe one day ill make a part two!

warnings: break-up, just pure agnst, short, unedited!

You were an absolute wreck the first month after Wilbur broke up with you. Everything reminded you of him, the bed you shared you've reluctantly crawled into every night. The apartment you lived in, that he left you in.

Empty.

Too quiet.

No longer filled with laughter, and late-night talks, and the sounds of Wilbur's guitar playing when he was figuring out a particular part in a new song he wrote. It felt hollow, It didn't feel like a home without him.

Most days were spent trying to suppress any thoughts of him. How he made you feel. You wished it was all just some fantastical dream you made up in your head, but the memories plagued your mind every time you close your eyes. Flashes of your time together scrambled into a messy fast paced movie in your mind. How his warm palm's skin felt pressed against yours as you intertwined your fingers. His contagious laughter resonated in your ears as he reacted to a dumb joke you made. The nights he held you after a nightmare and you'd cry into his shoulder. The inside jokes and the times you'd sing in the living room making up songs on your guitars. All about love and being in love of course. It was all gone.

It drove you mad to the point where you'd just cry and cry into the pillow that still faintly had the smell of him still lingering. He had left behind some items you refused to get rid of, like the countless polaroids of the two of you, kissing, being cheek to cheek smiling like lovesick fools. Being yourselves because you were safe with one another. The stuffed bear he'd won you at the arcade pier on your fourth date. His clothes were left on the floor in a pile. His dirty dishes in the sick. The shampoo bottle he left in the shower. All of it you refused to touch. As if getting rid of it would finally convince you he was really gone for good.

You thought things were going well between you two, but things quickly turned sour after his band did more frequent shows and a headlining tour for their EP.

When you met for the first time it was like fate. Honestly, it was like out of a movie. You were at a concert hosted by one of your favorite local bands. Wilbur had just come out of a particularly nasty relationship. Being mostly miserable he didn't really want to join Ash and Mark who invited him out to see a local band, he just wanted to lay in bed and willow in his own self-pity. He reluctantly got up from his state when his bandmates wouldn't stop pestering him. Something told him he should stop being such a grump and go out.

Wilbur was having an average time, the band was good, Mark and Ash seemed to be enjoying it, and that was alright in his eyes. They both tried to get him to at least smile once or twice but failed. His ex kept creeping back into his mind as the bass of the instruments playing an upbeat tune roared from the speakers it shook the floor of the small club they were all packed into like sardines.

People were bouncing around, cheering, and enjoying their lives in the moment so, why couldn't he? It was such bullshit that he couldn't even thoroughly experience this moment when his thoughts were so consuming. He contemplated stepping outside and leaving, apologizing to his friends tomorrow for being a dick, but then-

Then he noticed you standing beside him in the crowd, enjoying the music and singing along to your favorite songs. your hair swishing around you in slow motion with every movement. He thought you were adorable, it made his heart jump in his throat at how fast he instantly was drawn to you like a black hole.

He wanted, no, needed to talk to you. Even if all he could get out was a simple line to get the conversation going. You felt his eyes on you long before he opened his mouth. Of course, you noticed the tall handsome stranger glimpsing at you every once in and while smiling at your antics. So his comment wasn't an unwelcome one.

"So, you really like them huh?" he had asked over the loud electric guitar and the lead singer's vocals. What possessed him to start talking to you, you had no clue but you smiled politely and nodded.

"One of my favorite bands they're awesome!" you shouted still bobbing your head to the beat. "Their sound is so versatile yet unique!"

He smiled, witnessing you genuinely enthusiastic about something you loved made him want to get to know you in a way he's never felt with anyone before. When you smiled back at him with a light in your eyes he knew he was in deep now.

"I'm Wil!" he shouted over the cheers since the song had ended amidst your conversation.

"Y/N!"

That same night he had gotten your number and you texted each other for weeks before meeting up again.

You both quickly found out that Music was both of your passions. His band was only just starting out but quickly taking off and getting recognized more. You were still making covers in your bedroom, uploading them onto your small youtube channel, and writing your own songs on occasion but too afraid to put yourself more out there.

Wilbur was the one who actually motivated you into finally posting an original song. He always supported your music more than anyone in your life, always driving you, being your muse in a sense. The video had gotten over 50k views in under a month and you could honestly say it was one of the proudest moments in your life.

Of course, you gave him your full support in his career tenfold. Going to his shows and being the loudest in the crowd, singing along to all his songs you knew by heart. Catching your eye in the front row as you watched him on stage like you knew he was born to be. constantly thinking how lucky he was to have you support him. Flattering in chords for a moment when you would look back at him with the most adoring smile pulling at the corner of your lips. You felt so proud of him, and you made sure he knew all the time.

Now when Wilbur played shows it wasn't the same. When he'd peer out into the sea of people screaming his name he didn't see you. For a while, he pushed his feelings to the side. He was the one to call things off. So why did his heartache when he didn't see you and the adoring smile on your lips?

After a few months, it hit him without warning. One particular night on stage was hell for him. The lights were so bright making his eyes burn, sweat dripping down his forehead as his throat felt raw from singing two nights in a row. Still, he pushed on as the band finished up the first song on the setlist Sex Sells. Next was the song he had written about you, for you. He has performed it countless times and people yelled back to his those lyrics more times than he could count. Lyrics that were so intimate to him. why, why was it bothering him now? It was too late to change it. So he fought back the tears and sang his heart out.

throwing himself into the performance had intercepted his thoughts. Determined to put on a good show he pushed his ever wandering mind to the side. It was only when he sang a particular line that he messed up a chord or two and his throat closed up. He hoped no one caught it as he continued but his mind told him everyone could tell his gears shifted. The rest of the show went somewhat well for the most part. He still couldn't shake you out of his mind.

The band had taken their final bows as they finished up the very last song of the night. The cheers had gotten louder and people were already chanting for an encore. Wilbur, wiping the sweat from his forehead on his arm had spoken into the mic once last time.

"We have been lovejoy, thank you so much for coming out!" he panted out.

As soon as it was over Wilbur walked off the left stage, post-show adrenaline pumping through his veins is what carried his feet as he slung his guitar over his head and handed it to a stage attendant. Quickly making an escape to the stage door before one of the guys could stop and ask him something. The cold Manchester air hit his skin almost instantly cooling his body down from the burning lights and stress, but his chest heaved and his heart was pounding in his ears. Trying to calm himself down by taking deep slow breaths didn't help, instead, he finally excepted everything he had pushed down for months and let it spill out. Wilbur sank to his knees on the concrete and huddled into himself, squashing his face into his knees attempting to hide from the world he let himself sob.

He stayed like that for a long time, just sobbing and wondering to himself why... It had finally struck him intensely just how much he had fucked up.

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insperations-stories · 2 months

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Camping with memories

Han Jisung x afab reader

MDNI

PT 1

Warnings: fluff, smut, camping, non idol Han Jisung, family friends camping trip, and other stuff

You went on a camping trip with your friend group, your parent’s friend’s family, your parent’s and the other families parents. You were in your swimsuit in the lake with your friends. “Hey Willow do you think we should try the rope swing?” You ask one of your friends. “Yea we should if we want to get there before the boys do.” Willow chuckles. “The boys are slowly making their way over here Y/n so we should probably get to the rope swing now if we want to use it.” Your friend Navina chimes in. “Yea let’s go!” you say as you and your friends start to swim over to the rope swing. You were the first to use the rope swing. Your friends went after you. Soon the boys caught up. One boy named Hyunjin started hitting on your friend Willow. You decided to step in because Willow was getting uncomfortable, “Oi back off of my friend. We got here first so do something else until we are done here.” You tell Hyunjin. He scoffs at you and says, “doesn’t matter if you got here first. We are all camping together so it’s a shared effort.” Navina walks up to you guys and says, “Hyunjin just back off.” Hyunjin’s friends walk up to you and your friends. There were 8 boys while there were only you and your four friends. Hyunjin’s friend Lee Know says, “let’s have a competition and whoever wins gets to use the rope swing for however long they want.” Your friend Dolma says, “that’s a good idea” the rest of your friends agree. That’s how your situation with Han Jisung started.

You and Jisung were the last on the dock waiting for one of the others to get to the rope swing first then back to the dock. “Do you really think your group will win cutie?” Han said to you. “I know my group will win. We’ve beaten your group at school before Jisung.” You say rolling your eyes. “Y/n your team doesn’t always win. You’ve lost about 5 times to my group in different things. So why even try to compete with us?” Jisung says mockingly. You just roll your eyes and not reply. “Aw is my cutie mad?” Jisung says with a smile. “I’m not mad and I’m not your cutie.” You say getting annoyed with him. “Look I’ll tell my guys that we should go explore the woods. So don’t worry about who wins. You and your friends will have the rope swing okay?” He says calmly trying to reason with you. “Okay. But we will still race” you say. You want to beat Jisung in a way because whenever you go up against him in anything solo he always beats you but flirts with you. It causes you to have a crush on him but also hate him. Your friends can beat him but you haven’t. So this is your chance to beat him you thought. So you want to take it. Navina is the first one to reach the dock again with Lee Know shortly behind her. Once they reach the dock you give Navina a high five and then wait for Jisung to take position to race you. Han stands next to you and Lee Know says, “ Three… Two… one.., go!!” And you dived and so did Han. You started to swim as fast at you could. Han was close behind you the whole time but you managed to beat him. When you reached the dock before him you noticed that he’s struggling to get back due to getting exhausted and you chuckled. You were never going to let him forget that you beat him. “Han is so slow.” You say to your friend Misan. “He’s not always slow. I guess swimming is his weakness” Misan says to you. “He’s not slow he’s just getting tired.” Han’s friend Chan said. Han reached the dock finally and gets up onto the dock. “Well y/n I admit you were right your team won.” Han said with a chuckle. “I told you so.” You say back yo him proudly. “Well I guess me and the boys will be in the woods. Don’t be afraid to call for us if you need help cutie” Jisung says before his friends and him walk off.

Time passes and your family and Jisung’s family are gathered around the fire sitting and chatting and cooking food. Your friends Dolma, Willow, and Misan sit by the fire chatting with Jisung’s friend Chan, Seungmin, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jeongin. You are in a field near the fire but by the tree line with Navina, Felix, Lee Know, and Jisung. You and Navina were laughing and giggling while trying to catch fireflies so you can take pictures of them. Felix and Lee Know are also catching fireflies, while Jisung is just standing there admiring you. He finds you very attractive. He loves your laugh, your smile, and your attitude. He was infatuated with you. “Lee Know there’s a Firefly to your left” you say giggling while Lee Know is having a hard time even catching one firefly. You weren’t paying attention and bumped into Han because you were too busy laughing at Lee know. Han catches you as you bump into him “be careful where you are walking lovely” he says to you. “Thanks Jisung for making sure I don’t fall” you say then go back to catching fireflies. You notice your friend Navina getting more closer to Lee Know like in a romantic way. You always shipped then since they have had a crush on each other for a while. “Lee Know just make a move on her already” you tell Lee Know. Lee Know eventually takes Navina off somewhere and you just assume they are doing things together. You and Felix catch more fireflies and finally go back to camp where everyone is including Lee Know and Navina. Han follows you and Felix back to the camp. Everyone is around the fire. Felix goes and sits next to Changbin and Han sits next to Lee Know and Navina. You decide to go into your tent that’s a bit farther from the camping area since you wanted to be away from all the loud commotion so that if you wanted piece and quite you could. You went into your tent and changed your clothes into something a bit more warmer.

You finish changing and head back to camp not having any place to sit. Han noticed there weren’t any spots open for you and signaled you to his lap. You walk up to him, “There’s an empty seat right here” he spoke, tapping his thigh. You crossed your arms and looked around noticing everyone else is engaged in different activities. After some hesitation you moved closer to him. “Can’t you just move over?” You asked. “But where’s the fun in that.” He said with a slight smirk. You gave up and finally sat in his lap. His hands slowly circled your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder. “Hey don’t do that. my parents will think we are dating” you whisper. “I can be your boyfriend” he said so effortlessly but with so much love behind it. You finally get the idea that he’s hitting on you and you say, “ Are you hitting on me?” “I’ve been hitting on you all day. Thanks for finally noticing.” He says with a chuckle. “You could’ve straight up asked me instead of hitting on me. I’m a very slow person when it comes to things like this Jisung.” You tell him. “I know y:n. It’s been obvious all day.” He said sighing. “So what do you say? Will you let me be your boyfriend.” Han says confidently. “I don’t know should I?” You giggled and he kissed you on the cheek and said, “yes you should darling.” You chuckle before saying, “okay I’ll let you be my boyfriend.” Han smiles then kisses you on the lips and you kiss him back. “So does this mean I can sleep in your tent tonight with you so I don’t have to listen to Felix and Hyunjin all night again” he says chuckling. “Sure as long as you don’t make too much noise.” “Alright your highness I won’t make any noise” he said jokingly.

Everyone has settled down for the night and you and Han are in your tent. You guys started to kiss which lead to your next situation….

A/n; to be continued.

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