#go to sleep bestie get ur beauty sleep

[mickyschumacher]

style was so fucking good HOLY SHITTTTT can u please please please do a part 2 xx

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after separating from carlos, you thought you would never ever have to see him again. but fate is demanding and it demands you bumping into him in a club. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), jealousy (bc where would we be without it), reader is younger than carlos but not like insanely, reader has vagina, angst, ferrari SLANDER, charles moves to redbull oop, GOOGLED SPANISH! I'M SORRY 😭, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap ur willies peeps!), oral sex, cumming inside, car sex = dangerous car driving, brief handjob, dry(?) humping, confession time AHHH, incorrect modelling stuff again lol, nicer!carlos ♡︎

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: complicated ex!carlos sainz x model!fem!reader, bestie!lily he x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6k+ (whoops)

𝐀/𝐍: a lot of people wanted a part 2 so.... here it is! i hope this is up to your par with what you were thinking about ♡︎ has bit of a build up but the smut is there! decently proof read... i think? my eyes are vv tired from these exams :(

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Three years.

A lot can happen in three years.

For you that meant with some crazy luck becoming the World's top supermodel. Kendall Jenner, Gigi and Bella Hadid, Emily Ratajkowski... whoever the top once was, you had put them all to shame. You were booked and busier than ever. You could've sworn you used to get your beauty sleep but now you were lucky if you could even get an hour let alone eight. The billboards and the magazines loved you and the public, god the public, they cherished you.

Never had the world needed a relatable, kind role model more and there you were. A diamond in the rough, waiting to be seen. You were even on your way of becoming an entrepreneur in sustainable fashion.

Everything was going your way.

It was a surprise for you. After Carlos, you thought you would be moping forever. And you did, at least for a few days. But when your manager and stylist advised you to release your pent up emotions, you thought the best way to do that was fully committing yourself to your work.

No more relationships. No hookups. No races. No Carlos.

And somehow, it worked. You were a single supermodel who won over the public. No races, no Carlos. You were bringing your company money.

But yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about Carlos. His smugness, the puppy brown eyes, his touch, the little signs that he cared; the softening of the side of his eyes when he looked at you before they were ridden with lust or his need to have some part of him touching you; his hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, or soft circles rubbed on your inner wrist.

You missed him.

But that was three years ago.

You and Carlos didn't even run in the same circles anymore.

For Carlos, three years meant extending his contract with Ferrari, although God knows why, losing three chances at a championship, fighting with Adami over the radio far more than he liked, and losing Charles to Red Bull. All while feeling very empty. No one really recognised who Carlos was anymore. Not his family, not the drivers, and not the fans. Hell, he himself didn't know who he was.

Whoever Carlos was right now... it was the mere shell of who he used to be.

He was drinking far too much for an F1 driver celebrating other's podiums. And now he got angry. He didn't get angry, he seethed. He let himself feel vexed in order to get motivated. But now he was just angry and torn but not for no reason.

Carlos was an idiot. He had made an irrevocably stupid decision. Separating from you was the worse decision he had ever made. And that said something considering he had extended with the most infuriating F1 team of the past few years.

How could he have even made that decision? Normally, he thought things out. He was an F1 driver, for God's sake. Some sort of thought could be accounted for. But he didn't know what it was... maybe he was too emotional the night he was with you. Whatever it was, he should've thought it out.

God, Carlos should've realised that all he needed to do was put more effort it. You and him... it would've worked. He would've stopped hurting you. He would've been fully committed to you.

But no. He had fuck to it up.

To say Carlos hadn't been stalking your socials everyday was an understatement. Cumming to your name was a pre-race ritual that had now turned into checking what projects you were doing. Not to be dramatic, but to him, it felt like you were just keeping him alive, giving him a reason to live.

Carlos couldn't even muster the courage to call you and ask if you could talk. He didn't deserve that. Like he said, you deserved more. And all these fans and the fame and money... you deserved all of it and more. Staying away from you was the best thing he could do for you.

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Carlos had made a terrible, terrible decision to attend the Miami after race party after saying he wouldn't. In fact, he couldn't. Not when he knew for a fact that you were in a club only down the street.

The temptation to see you was strong.

The club lights flared across the dance floor while the heat and humidity of all these dancing bodies clung to his warm skin. Carlos' hands shook silently at his side while Charles and Lando mixed in conversation. Every fibre of his body was telling his feet to stick to this floor. He couldn't see you. He was only going to ruin your night. He bit down on his lip, feeling a familiar ache in his chest.

But his heart... it was a strong heart. And it was telling him to take that five minute walk.

"I'm just going to get some fresh air," Carlos yelled over the music blaring in his ears. Charles and Lando gave the Spaniard a nod before returning to their conversation.

Carlos tried to make his walk to the club as long as possible, veering off to the side, staring far too long into the windows of other stores. But eventually, he stood in front of the thriving club.

You were celebrating having reached 50 Vogue covers, including the Big Four twice. You told your manager you were fine with having dinner at home but the refusal was immediate and came with the claim of you needing a break. So here you were, dressed in the most sparkly, skimpy, backless deep cleavage silver slip dress, dancing your ass off.

When Carlos entered the club, it was hard to miss you. How could he? You were the centre of attention, dancing around in your little dress that was fighting to cling to your body while everyone cheered you on.

He shouldn't of come. He knew it. Because now, he couldn't leave. No matter how much he knew that to leave was the right decision.

You, on the other hand, didn't notice Carlos so easily. You were having the time of your life, swaying your hips side-to-side as the beat coursed through your veins. Your skin was dotted with sweat while a handsome stranger had come up to you, clearly looking to hook up. And while you weren't looking to screw just anyone, you couldn't shy away from the little bit of grinding your body so desperately craved.

The euphoria wasn't as high as you had once felt but it was enough to keep you on your toes. Heat travelled through your stomach while your eyes closed and your head fell back as another man moved behind you. You were in a haze of pleasure that made your pussy ache.

God, maybe you were too desperate for some pleasure. Because why did it feel like Carlos' cologne had engulfed you? Why did the fire burning within you flare up even further all of a sudden?

Your eyes shot open and a gasp fell from your lips when you felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at the man with wide eyes.

"Cariño," Carlos breathed out, hooded eyes peering down at you.

Your throat felt constricted. Your eyes watered with anger and shock.

"No," You said, pulling yourself away from him.

"No, no, no," You repeated while Carlos took a step towards you, hand reaching out to stop freaking you out.

"Y/N... I–" Carlos was cut short as you raced towards your table and picked up your purse and jacket, heading towards the exit doors of the club.

You could hear Carlos jog to catch up with you. Sighing, you put on your jacket, striding as far as you could in those stupidly beautiful heels you had worn. But you seemed to forget that he was an athlete at the end of the day.

"Y/N, please. Don't do this," Carlos begged, an inch away from you.

Your lips sunk into your bottom lip, ears attempting to block out the warm voice you had been craving for the past three years. Your heart was racing against your chest while your mind fell into disarray.

"Y/N," Carlos repeated, grabbing your arm gently.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his touch, feeling the hairs of your body stand straight. You turned and looked up at him with with reddened eyes, making him pause for a second.

"Three years, Carlos, three goddamn years... of nothing," You exasperated with the familiar words falling off your tongue all too easily.

"I know. I'm–"

"'... so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses.' Is that what you were going to say, Carlos?" You asked incredulously, arms folded as if they were going to protect you from all this sudden pain.

Carlos winced at your words, staring at you helplessly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I was doing fine... and you... what the hell were you thinking, Carlos?"

A silence settled between the both of you as the cold night air raced to cool down your flushed cheeks. Carlos breathed deeply. "I-I... I missed you, cariño. That's what I was thinking. That what I have been thinking for the past three years. I miss you all the time."

You stared at Carlos silently, chewing down on your lip nervously. This was what you wanted. You had waited all this time to hear those very words fall from his lips. Yet all you could say was: "So? That doesn't change anything." The lie made you crumble on the inside but you continued to speak. "You said it yourself, Carlos, we aren't good for each other. That I... deserve more."

"And you do!" Carlos spluttered, hands flailing about. "You deserve more than a better man, Y/N. You deserve the fucking universe. But I was wrong! I was wrong to say that we aren't good together. We can be good together. I think you complete me and if you let me even have the chance, I would be the luckiest man ever to be with you."

Carlos' hands were now gently holding your face, thumb gently brushing your heated skin. Your heart was now pounding in your eardrums. Your throat was caught. You felt impossibly warm. Your eyes burned, but no tears came out. "I... I gave you so many chances," You whispered.

Carlos' eyes softened at your broken voice as a sorry expression fell over his face. "I know," He sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't think I can ever forgive myself, cariño. But if I have to spend forever trying to make it up to you, I gladly will."

"Carlos," You sighed, closing your eyes. You were annoyed with yourself. Annoyed at the fact you were leaning into his touch and annoyed at the familiar heartache that always let him get away with what he wanted. "I'm terrified. I don't want to hurt again. I don't want to hurt you either."

Carlos felt his heart clench, jaw taut with irritation. Every fibre of him hated that you even had to say that. But you were right. You always were. He whispered softly, letting his forehead meet yours, "You won't. I promise. I promise to be a better man. Just please give me a chance... give us a chance."

You opened your eyes to see those desperate puppy eyes boring into yours. You brought your hand to the one holding on your face, rubbing it gently. You knew your answer the moment he asked. "Okay," You responded with a small smile.

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Initially, it was hard to get as comfortable as you once were with Carlos. You took every step with caution and he could tell by the scrunch of your nose and the chewing of you lip when you pondered for a moment too long. It was eating at him but there was nothing he could do but fufill his promise to you.

Carlos took you out on several dates as opposed to the few he previously taken you on. They weren't grand. No. Instead they were intimate. Dates that showed he was putting effort in. Like the time he decided to have a dinner date at his house where all the food was prepared by him. It was disastrous to say the least but you were also convinced he had gotten his sisters to help him out given that there was burnt food in the trash and it's aroma covered by candles and perfume in the air.

A sunset picnic followed after that. It was one of your favourites. The sun was setting, of course, and the warm breeze brushed past you while you ended up reading one of your favourite childhood books to Carlos. He listened intently as his hands roamed your skin. It wasn't necessarily sensual but it was intimate. Like all he wanted to do was just bathe in your presence. And bathe Carlos did as he began to ask you questions about your childhood and your family.

It bugged him that despite being with you for some time, he knew nothing about you. At least not really. Knowing your body reactions felt superficial in comparison to finding out you had a family pet that you cherished so much, your financial hardships, or that your parents disapproved of your modelling. That really hurt him. You didn't have anyone close to you. And he had just left you.

Carlos mentioned to you how much of a polla he truly was, apologising for all you had gone through. And while you laughed at his comment, you thanked him, hesitantly pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

Carlos gazed at you as his heart throbbed at your action. He stared at you with a twinkle in his eyes. There was something about this moment... he wasn't quite sure whether it was the setting sun that made you glow or that breeze that made your hair gently fly while your perfume consumed him, but it made him nervous and happy.

Carlos smiled at your raised brows. "You're just so beautiful, cariño."

You sucked in a sharp breath. That look in his eyes... it was the same one you gave him when you were just mesmerised by his beauty. And now he looked at you the same way.

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Three months had passed and you had finally stepped into the paddock after what had felt like forever. Everyone was psyched that you were back here. Fans were screaming your name and the drivers had finally seen the reason behind the sudden change in Carlos.

"So... you and Y/N?" Lando queried carefully, watching you talk to Lily and Alex about all the things the both of you had missed.

Carlos peered over to you, catching your passing eyes. His heart skipped a beat at your little wave and smiling eyes. He grinned at you and waved back.

Lando watched the exchange with curious eyes, pulling a feigned pained expression. "Yeah... you and Y/N."

Carlos rolled his eyes at the man who had become one of his closest friends. "Yes, Lando, we're together. We've... we've been taking it slow. So I don't fuck it up."

Lando smiled at Carlos' words. He slapped his hand on the Spaniard's shoulder. "Good," He chirped, before dropping his smile. "You better not. That's basically my best friend right there. You hurt her, you better keep an eye out for Lily and I, and Alex by association."

Carlos chuckled. "Imagine if Fewtrell heard that."

"What Max doesn't know won't hurt him," Lando shrugged.

Carlos smiled in amusement, finding you walking towards him with the previously mentioned couple. "What are you two trying to get my lovely lady to do?" He asked with narrowed eyes when you appeared with a suspiciously wide smile. A beautiful smile, but suspicious nonetheless.

You flushed at his words, taking in a deep breath. "I may have been convinced to do a bit of... ugh, golf."

Golf. Your most dreaded sport. From the moment you knew what it was, you could not think of a more boring sport to save your life. No offence to Lily, but it was an old man's sport. And every F1 driver playing it did not help. But Lily being the amazing girl she was had changed your mind.

Lando cheered and Carlos' eyes widened slightly. "How did you manage to convince her? Even I couldn't get her to join me. Me out of all people."

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. "I think your win from me golfing is a little different from Lily's. Lily wants me to learn."

"Yeah? And what do I want that is so different?" Carlos asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to me.

You stood on your toes a bit, reaching his ear. "Quieres verme con esa diminuta ropa de golf," You whispered in Spanish, pulling away from his ear. "Esa es la diferencia." You want to see me in those teeny little golf clothes. That's the difference.

You felt a familiar tingle creep up your spine as you met Carlos' darkened eyes and tightened grip on your waist. His tongue darted out, swiping his bottom lip while he eyed you carefully. You were a vixen. A final smug smile rested on his face. "You're right, cariño. That's exactly what I want."

Lily looked at you two blankly. "Anyone catch that?" She asked Alex and Lando, who both shook their heads. She sighed, "Leave it to us to not know one of the most popular languages in the world. See you tomorrow, lovebirds. Try keep your hands off each other, there's kids."

Lando gaped at Lily's side glance towards him. "Well I never!"

Carlos grinned at Lando's words, keeping an eye on you. "I'll try."

You drew a sharp breath. What kind of mess had you exactly set up for yourself?

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To be honest, Carlos wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting when you had told him that your manager had sorted out a golf outfit since it was not like you were playing an official tournament. But when you arrived to meet Carlos, Lando, Lily, and Alex at the golf course, Carlos let out the most strained sigh he had ever released.

You were a model, sorry, a supermodel, you looked good in everything already. But you dressed up for his favourite pass time was killing him.

You stood in front of him in the sun visor that hid your long hair, wearing the absolute tightest sleeveless polo shirt known to mankind tucked into small little pink skirt that rested at the middle of your thighs.

God, you were leaving very little for Carlos to imagine. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do to you first: 'accidentally' splash that white shirt with water because he just knew by those nipples that you weren't wearing a bra or excuse the both of you to the bathroom where he could bend you over and fuck you senselessly.

Lily let out a low whistle when she saw you. "Y/N, the woman you are..." She clicked her tongue while shaking her head.

You laughed lightly as Alex look at her incredulously. "I'm right here, you know."

"Alex, are you a woman named Y/N?" Lily asked genuinely.

"I– no," Alex stuttered with furrowed brows while Lando grinned.

"That’s what I thought!" Lilly gave a smug smile, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek before linking her arm with yours.

Alex stood with Carlos, blinking blankly at your retreating figures. “I don’t get it,” Alex told the Spaniard.

Lando chuckled while Carlos placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “You don’t need to. It’s Y/N. Now come on. From what I know, you have a lot to learn from Lily.”

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Carlos was already bracing himself for whatever antics you were going to put up. He was expecting your full on ass up against him, teasing him to the point where he did end up taking you in the bathroom.

But you had decided to go the hard way.

When Carlos was teaching you how to hit the ball and what angle to use the golf club, he severely used the opportunity to put his hands on your hips. He thought you were going to fall back into his chest and press up on him. But instead you decided to listen to his instructions all so intently.

Then he saw it.

Your tongue darting out past those perfect lips of yours, wetting all those crevices with a natural sheen before you sunk your teeth to concentrate on hitting the ball.

And after he had seen it, Carlos couldn’t see anything else normally. Or he would argue that you wouldn’t let him.

No way was the slip of the golf ball accidental. Not when he watched you slowly bend down to get it, revealing your delicious cleavage in the so very unfortunate cut of your polo. Not when he watched your pink skirt cling to your thighs tightly as your lips jutted out to blow away the dirt from the ball.

It was a golf ball, for God’s sake. Of course it was going to have dirt on it.

And as you stood up, you turned so your ass faced him, skirt hugging your ass tight enough so he could see a sliver of your bare pussy.

Carlos could swear that he had never clutched a golf club as hard as he had in his life.

To make matters worse, all you did was strut away with a smirk while you shamelessly checked him out all throughout the games, leaving him with a semi-hard he tried his best to hide behind the thin handle of the club.

You were torturing him without even touching him. And he hated it.

Carlos couldn’t even excuse himself nor you to the bathroom after you purposefully decide to cling to Lily, who was suggesting different methods to play.

The dreadful day had finally come to an end as everyone began to feel the kick of playing golf for so long. You and Carlos bid goodbye to Lily, Alex, and Lando, after your boyfriend definitely did not inform you that you were going back home with him instead of your manager.

After packing your things away in Carlos’ red Ferrari, you happily took a seat in the front, letting out a small yawn as you stretched your arms.

Carlos quietly eyed you as he reversed out of the parking lot. “Tired?” He asked.

You nodded with slightly heavy eyelids. “It takes a lot of energy.”

“I agree,” Carlos nodded. “Teasing takes a lot of energy, hmm?”

Your eyes were fully awake now. You peered at the side of Carlos’ face. His jaw was taut and hands tightly gripped the wheel. You tried to hide your teetering smile but it was difficult. You just loved riling up Carlos. Especially sexually.

“A lot,” You agreed, also nodding before you moved your eyes out your window to prevent you from fully grinning.

Carlos internally sighed. You were a menace.

As he drove to his hotel, an idea popped into Carlos’ head. He knew the way to hotel and golf course like the back of his hand. He also knew that in two left turns, there was the most sketchy but quiet road in town.

Carlos pushed down the indicator, watching the left arrow blink rapidly at him while he turned the wheel. He could see your head turn to him in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Carlos smiled softly, shaking his head as if it was nothing while taking the last left turn.

You raised a brow. You feigned a gasp. “Is this where you kill me? Is this how I die? On some road in Miami?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Yes. How did you know?” He deadpanned.

Carlos parked the car in between some trees, ensuring that all the windows were fairly covered because no matter what, at the end of the day, he cared for both for your images.

Carlos turned to find your eyes already on him, waiting for an explanation. “You know the last time we met in Miami?”

You blinked blankly at him. “How could I forget?” You retorted sarcastically, covering up any last few traces of pain associated with that trip.

Carlos pursed his lips, smiling apologetically. He took your hands into his, rubbing them gently. “Well, when we were in the car, I had this vision—well I always have this vision but it was strong then, anyways—I had this vision of fucking you in this car, on the highway, ass on the wheel, making a mess on me, and making you cum so hard that you cover that Ferrari logo.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes dilated in pleasure. Suddenly you felt tingly all over your body and a strong heat pulsating in between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.

“So I thought,” Carlos confused, smirking at your action, “although you’ve been a tease, I would still like to fuck the life out of you, cariño. Isn’t that so nice of me?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You wish you had the urge to roll your eyes. You really wish you did. But your breath was caught in your throat and you just felt a dribble of arousal leak past your aching core.

Instead you moved over to Carlos, putting a leg on either side of him and brought your lips to his.

Carlos immediately responded, hands flying towards your hips, gripping on your skin while he intensely kissed you back. He kissed you not just as a starved man, but a parched man. As if your lips were water and all he could do was drink you.

Your stomach churned with a familiar fire of pleasure. Your skin raised with goosebumps as Carlos’ thumbs circled your skin through the fairly thin fabric of your polo. A muffled moan was lodged in your throat the sound of Carlos’ grunts.

Carlos’ hands moved from your hips to the hem of your skirt. His hands dipped under the pink material that had been enticing him all day, feeling the ample flesh of your bare ass. An audible moan came from his throat as you had moved your lips to his neck to stop drinking those beautiful sounds.

“You’re such a tease, you know that? No fucking underwear so I could see those juicy lips of yours? Were you just waiting for me to take you from behind? What if Lando saw? Hmm?” Carlos queried, groping your ass while his fiery puppy browns pierced into your eyes.

You let out a small whine against his heated neck, bucking your hips against his cock.

“You like that, cariño? The idea of getting caught?” Carlos asked even though he clearly knew the answer if he looked down at the dark stain beginning to form on the front of your skirt.

Carlos smiled softly at your impatient eyes, pressed your hips onto his groin. “Grind on me, cariño. Make a mess on me,” He whispered, taking your lips with his once again.

You moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth in his bulge. The wave of arousal you craved slowly creeped up on you. The hard textured material of his shirt felt like a sin against your pussy. Carlos’ hands helping you keep your pace and making sure you felt every part of hard-on set you on fire.

Smoothly, Carlos used one of his hands to sneak up your thigh, the rough pads of his fingers leaving you in a blaze as he grazed your skin. “That’s it, cariño, that’s it,” He murmured against your lips. His fingers confused past the apex of your thigh, nearing your burning core.

Fuck, were you turned on. The heat radiating off your pussy was dangerous. His thumb edged towards your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves ever so slowly.

“Shit,” you swore, arching your back against the steering wheel. Your pussy ground up against his fingers while trying to press further on his cock; entertaining both levels of pleasure.

Carlos felt his cock tighten painfully against his hands when he moved his eyes from you and down to where your pussy met him. God, you had made a mess. His eyes flickered back up, watching you obscenely cover the Prancing Horse. “Merde,” He cussed.

This was how he wanted you. Fuck. Making a claim on everything that belonged to him with your body. Just the way he wanted.

You could feel Carlos dip his head forward, giving a long lick to your right nipple. You were sure your white polo was now see through, letting your pebbled mounds become available for Carlos’ disposal. You moaned, feeling your pussy become sticky with pleasure as Carlos pulled down the cut of your polo, freeing your breasts from those teasing confines, watching them bounce in admiration before he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

You arched your back even further, pushing your breast into his mouth while the other hand resting on your hip moved to fondle your lonely nipple, leaving you to do the rest of the work. "Carlos," You cried out breathlessly, speeding the pace of your hips as a familiar coil began to unwind at the pit of your stomach.

Carlos knew that tone better than he knew his circuits. Unlatching his swollen lips from your nipple, he looked up at you, making you moan even further. It was hard to disagree that Carlos was a good looking man, but right now, you were seeing him like no other: puffy lips, sweat-ridden tousled brown hair, cheeks freckled with pinks and reds, dark lust-hazed eyes... all for you.

"Don't cum just yet, cariño. I need to be inside you," Carlos panted, his tongue swiping his lips drenched.

You shuddered at the action before looking at him in dismay. "Carlos. Papi, no. Por favor." Please.

Just when Carlos thought his cock couldn't harden any further, you had proven the impossible. He held your chin in his hand, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Don't do that, cariño. Don't papi me. I'm already being so nice, hmm? Be a good girl and listen to be, okay baby?"

You sighed in frustration but you hips eased it's speed, succumbing to Carlos without a second thought.

Carlos pressed a kiss to the side of your head, continuing to rub your clit excruciatingly slow. "That's my girl," He praised, pressing you right against the steering wheel as he lifted his hips up.

Naturally your hands fell to his shorts, eagerly pushing down the pair of clothing as far as you could in this space. Your mouth salivated at the large bulge in his grey boxers. It was like his cock was greeting you; aching to me to you. In awe, you put your hand over his hard cock, softly brushing over the pulsating bulge.

"Fuck," Carlos sighed, eyes closed, feeling like he was on an obscene high already. He felt you gently trace over his thick cock, going even slower when you reached his tip, painstakingly grazing his slit through his boxers. He shot out his hand, holding yours in place.

Carlos swallowed all the saliva that he had gathered after seeing your wide, almost innocent, eyes beaming at him while a sickly sweet smile sprawled across your face. Jesus. How did he ever let you go? Now that he had you, he most certainly couldn't.

You grinned, knowing exactly how to awake the monster within him. You pushed down his boxers, letting him fully settle into the seat of the Ferrari and his cock stand against his toned stomach with a shade that almost made it look like it was angry with you for taking this long.

Gathering all the saliva in your mouth, you let the hot clear fluid slowly fall from your lips and onto his cock. Carlos sighed at the feeling, thumb reaching out to gather the last few drops from your lips before you brought it into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the pad of his thumb, giving him a pre-show before you released him.

Carlos watched as you bent down towards his cock, using your hand to rub your saliva down his throbbing cock. You could feel him pulsing in your hands, dying to be inside you. You lifted yourself back up, signalling Carlos you were ready.

Carlos' hands skated up your skirt, grabbing your bare hips as he guided you over his cock. All this time he had been teasing you as awfully as you had teased him today, so when you felt his cock against your wet folds, you let out a gasp while you hips bucked against involuntarily.

"Jesus fucking Christ," You swore, shuddering at the intoxicating high swarming through your body.

Carlos' cock throbbed against your pussy. He loved your sensitivity, so he pushed himself through your folds again, tip rubbing against your stimulated clit. He grunted against you. He could watch your body defy you over and over again.

But as much as he loved it, Carlos had been waiting to be in you liked a starved man.

Carlos' eyes flittered up to yours while he slowly pushed his cock into you. He memorised you carefully. Every twitch, every quiver. Your parter lips, the frequency of your moan. The contortion of your eyebrows while pleasure laced your eyes. He could remember you like this forever; his beautiful girl.

"Carlos," You panted, "more, please."

"Your wish is my command, princesa," Carlos whispered against your skin, pushing his hips further into you. His hands tightened around your waist, the warm grip of your folds pulling him in like a drug.

You knew it then and you knew it know. Carols had bewitched you. You would never be able to get enough of this feeling. The feeling of his cock jerking into your pussy because he just can't control himself. Nor the feeling of sucking him in like a vice because you want him all to yourself.

Carlos moaned, thrusting his aching cock while he muttered obscenities as if he was under some sort of spell. For what it was worth, he was. Every day, you entranced him. But right now, the sight of you against the Prancing Horse that was waiting to be covered in your cum... your saliva-covered breasts bouncing, your arched back against the wheel... it was driving him crazy. You were driving him crazy.

Your hands travelled to his hair, lips grazing past the bridge of his nose while you groaned. Your fingers wrapped his dishevelled brown waves around them, giving his locks a slight tug that coursed down his body.

Your hips ground against Carlos harshly, attempting to take any extra sliver of euphoria. His cock drove in and out of you at a rate that left no innocence in this car. It was lewd; the slapping of your sticky skin against one another, your breathless pants mingling together, and the fogged windows occurring from your feverish skin. Fuck, the both of you were in overdrive.

You let out a small whimper when you felt your body start to shake. You looked down at Carlos, who was peppering your bare shoulder with long sloppy kisses as he continued to thrust. Your eyes softened and the coil in your stomach began to tighten. "Carlos, I–"

Carlos smiled at the urgency in your voice. He began to pick up his pace, let out a few breathless pants. "Cum for me, mi amor."

You shook your head. "No, fuck, fuck, I–" You closed your eyes at the nearing high but forced them to open again, finding those puppy browns staring you down with confusion and maybe, just maybe, a bit of trauma from the last time. But you just had to say it. "I love you, Carlos. I love you so fucking much, mi amor. And I'll love you forever," You sobbed out.

Carlos gazed at you with wide eyes, his pace faltering slightly. As much as it turned him on, his heart was probably ten times happier. He felt warm; complete. He softened his gaze, bringing one hand to your cheek. His heart swelled at your natural lean in. Brushing his thumb gently, "I love you so much, Y/N. So much. And I'll never forget to remind you until my very last breath. You're my entire universe, querida (darling)."

Your eyes watered with a sickening amount of love as your body was hit with wave after wave. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed, clenching your eyes, a few tears slowly falling. Your hips bucked up against him, reaching for the high as Carlos rubbed your clit in fast circles.

"That's it, mi amor. Cum for me. Cover the the entire fucking wheel. Make a mess," Carlos encouraged, pushing you against the wheel, making your body convulse even further at the new texture.

"Fuck!" You swore, pussy throbbing and hips involuntarily jerking, reaching your climax.

Carlos groaned at the tight clench around his cock.

"Cum for me, Carlos. Look at the mess I made. All because of you. All for you," You coaxed, riding your sensitive pussy over him slowly.

His eyes flickered to the black Prancing Horse covered in your arousal; each little crevice of the wheel soaking up your cum. God, the monster you made him... He grunted, speeding up his pace as the coil in his stomach began to unwind quickly.

"Fuck, fuck," Carlos moaned loudly, holding you tightly to him. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," He muttered like a mantra, hips stuttering against you. He twitched inside you, feeling the hot salty strings of his cum spill into you.

"Oh, fuck," He sighed again, head falling on your chest while you moaned at the feeling of his cum inside you, clenching just one more time. His cock throbbed with another small high, pumping the last few ropes of his cum into you.

You let out a slow exhale, lifting Carlos' head by tilting his chin to face you. You rubbed his face gently, leaving a trail of kisses on his face as you both calmed down. You eyed the fogged windows and turned to see the Prancing Horse that had started this whole thing in the first place. You laughed softly.

"Well that was a stylish vision you had there," You remarked with a grin.

Carlos grinned right back at you. "Oh, cariño, we are doing that at least once every week."

"Oh, really?" You teased, putting your hands around his neck. "Well this type of car sex is definitely my style," You agreed after some feigned thinking.

Carlos smiled, tucking your sweaty hair behind your ears. He placed a long kiss on your lips. "It's our style."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 smut #f1 imagine #mickyschumacher #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz imagine #formula 1

[pickingupmymercedes]

Idk if ur asks are open but if they are do u know the meme of the owner tht came home drunk and gave her cat lipstick marks (if not; https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/came-home-drunk-and-got-way-too-excited-to-see-my-cat). could u maybe write something where reader comes home drunk and Lewis reacts to seeing roscoe with those marks next morning? Thank u 🫶🏻!

Hello!!

Bestie, I loved this request, thinking about Roscoe and how silly Lewis acts around him always gets me to smile.

Sorry it took this long, but I hope you like it ❤️

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The sudden aroma of food caused your stomach to churn as your sleep-induced haze began to fade. A warm hand rubbed the small of your back as you turned on the sofa, almost losing your balance in the process.

"Evening, sleeping beauty," Lewis's soft chuckle filled the room, his voice seeming louder in your head than it was meant to as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light.

"What time is it?" you grumbled, trying to shield yourself from the daylight with the throw pillows scattered around you.

"It's almost 2 p.m., love," Lewis replied, his voice low as he handed you a cup of coffee and gently caressed your arms.

"Come on, I brought soup for lunch. You need to eat something."

He extended his hand to help you up, anticipating the dizzy spell that caused him to pull you close to his chest.

"I don’t think I'm going to keep anything down today," you admitted.

"I take it the night was good?" Lewis asked, amused by the way your nose wrinkled at the scent of the soup.

"You know how y/f/n's parties tend to get a bit over the top," you replied with a smile, recalling the antics from your friend's girls-only birthday celebration.

"Is that why you slept on the sofa? And why Roscoe looked like this?" Lewis's amusement was evident as he showed you a photo on his phone.

It took you a moment to realize the photo was actually an Instagram post. The caption read, "I'ms mom's favorites," with Roscoe nestled between your legs, snoring peacefully, his face and head covered in your lipstick.

"You did not post that on Instagram," you exclaimed, turning to see Lewis's innocent smile.

"Roscoe did," he shrugged, attempting to deflect the blame.

"I missed him, okay?" Your smirk and narrowed eyes making your intentions clear, if Lewis got to have fun with the situation, so did you.

"Oh, only him, I suppose?" Lewis teased back, rising from his seat and wrapping his hands around your waist, lifting you onto the kitchen island and showering your neck with kisses.

A snoring Roscoe brought your attention back to the room. "I think we're interrupting his beauty sleep," you giggled as Lewis scooped you up again, this time carrying you both to the bedroom.

#elladrabbles #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #ella asks

[userlando]

Reader w bestie lando feeling down bc he’s surrounded by more conventionally attractive girlies/people because of his profile and him listing all the positive qualities and things that he likes about them except he lets slip saying he LOVES it about them n getting all flustered stuttering and then confessing years of longing my HEART can’t handle this pls add ur thoughts vulnerable lan is my kryptonite

oh my god please 😭😭

reassurance (1492 words) best friend lando/fem!reader confessing feelings

please beware that this can have allusions/mentions of body dysmorphia, reader being insecure and self-conscious about how she looks. nothing too major, but it may trigger someone!

The both of you are standing by the kitchen counter, it’s late and Max is sleeping upstairs, oblivious to what’s going on outside his bedroom door. It had been a long night of drinking with half the grid and their respective partners, buying out a VIP section and ordering buckets of icy drinks.

It was at two a.m. that your social battery died out and so did Lando’s. You didn’t think a person could be so happy as he got when he glanced your way and caught you surreptitiously hiding a yawn behind your hand, asking if you were ready to head out. He’d only had one drink, so he drove the both of you back to his and Max’s place.

The kitchen had become your refuge, only one small lamp being the source of light as you got comfortable by the counter. Lando had, as suspected, sought out Max’s stash of snacks, ignoring your halfhearted protests because the last time he’d raided the pantry, his best friend had gotten so pissed that he’d locked it.

Normally, you would’ve joined him in the drunken snacking, giggling and carrying a stupid conversation that usually went in the direction of weird-ville, ending with ‘what type of worm would you be, if you could choose one?’

But tonight, you were staring dubiously at the bag of Walkers and packet of Hobnobs, all kinds of self-conscious thoughts swirling in your mind. You thought of earlier that night, when you’d trashed the dress you had in mind because it didn’t look right on you. You thought of how you’d gone for jeans, immediately regretting it when you arrived at the club and spotted the girls in short skirts and gorgeous dresses that looked like it was moulded for them. It was difficult to not feel some kind of way when everyone around you looked like they’d just stepped off the runway.

“You alright, peach?” Lando’s voice cut through your thoughts and you glanced up at him, hanging over the counter and chewing loudly on biscuits.

You grimaced at the nickname, one that you really hadn’t had many feelings about until recently. It had started as a joke, being photographed walking the paddock with Lando during an obscure weekend and Lando had giggled so hard that he turned red, almost losing consciousness as he read a tweet someone had posted about you.

ass so fat it looks like a peach

It had been funny, and Lando never really let it go. He’d started calling you peach ironically, until it stuck and replaced your name entirely.

But now you weren’t so sure about the positive aspects of the nickname.

Lando made a noise in his throat, swallowing dryly around the crumbs and reaching a hand out to poke your cheek. You twisted away slightly, blowing out a breath.

“Lando!”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, sounding much like a defiant child.

You gave him a look. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I can see you pouting.”

“I’m not—“ You caught yourself before your blood pressure reached a new high. “Shut up.”

“Peach.” He said again and you looked down from his probing eyes, staring hard at the opened packet of Hobnobs that Max would for sure notice were missing.

“I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to express your feelings without sounding so childish. What would you say? I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like an ogre next to your friends’ girlfriends. I hate the way I look. “I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately, that’s all.”

Lando didn’t say anything and you looked up, thinking that he might’ve missed your words completely but he was staring at you softly, so gentle that emotions almost clogged your throat up. You scrunched your nose, and Lando let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding because he knew what that scrunch meant. He knew that was something that you automatically did when you were close to tears.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile a little tearfully.

Leave it to Lando to never push, to always listen and never judge you when you were feeling every range of emotion. It always tugged at your heart. You truly loved him.

“I feel like a sack of potatoes when I see the girls.” You laughed wetly, reaching a hand up to wipe away at your eyes. Lando smiled when you unknowingly smeared your makeup. “They’re my friends and I don’t resent them for it, but it strikes me sometimes how we’re so different when it comes to looks.”

Lando frowned a little at that, placing a hand on top of yours. Palm against palm, pointer finger finding your pulse point on your wrist and resting it there. The way he always did.

“I like potatoes.” He murmured and you shot him a dry look. “But you’re right, you are different.”

That made you frown deeper, bottom lip sticking out in sadness and it broke Lando’s heart. He hurried to wipe under your eye with a thumb, smiling gently.

“You’re different because you’re my peach. You’re different in the way you treat people with so much kindness that it blows my mind sometimes. You’re different in the way you smile so hard that your eyes disappear, just like that.” You shielded your face behind your hand, letting out a laugh you couldn’t contain. “You treat me like me. Not like Lando, the driver. You shove me when I burp and you twist my arm when I tease you. And I love you for it. I love that you’re different, and I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”

You blinked at him, slowly letting his words sink in.

“You love me?” You asked, aware that he might’ve meant it platonically but Lando’s reaction made you stop breathing for a second.

His cheeks turned pink, palms flattening on the surface of the counter to push himself up, like he was trying to put a little distance between you two. You’d only ever seen him act this way a handful of times, eyes wide and a little panicked, tips of his ears red as he opened his mouth and closed it. Like finding the right words was suddenly difficult.

“I mean— I just meant…” His voice died, shrugging a little helplessly the longer you stared at him.

Your heart was going a mile a minute, not believing what you were seeing but if Lando was fumbling his words and shrugging like he was hoping you’d let it go, he was dead wrong. You were gonna grip this opportunity with both hands and hold on.

“Look,” He pulled a face, blowing out a sharp breath of air through his mouth. “If I tell you something, will you hold it against me?”

Fuck. It was happening, wasn’t it?

“Perhaps.” You answered, voice almost inaudible because you were putting all of your excess energy into not passing the fuck out.

Lando rolled his eyes, looking a little trapped all of a sudden and you hurriedly rounded the corner, smiling at him when he took a small step back the closer you got to him.

He glanced at the counter like he considered walking around it, putting the distance back between you two but you quickly grabbed his arm, prompting him to look at you.

“How long?” You asked, soft and quite frankly, a little stunned.

“What?” He asked but his eyes said it all.

“Lando.”

“Stop.” He laughed, sounding breathless and a little frustrated. “Stop saying my name like that.”

You frowned at him, tilting your head when he turned his gaze away. He still hadn’t pulled out of your hold though, not even when you palmed his left pectoral. You didn’t know if it was wishful thinking or your imagination, but there was a steady thud against your palm that felt a lot like his racing heart and it made you smile.

“Like what?”

Lando sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, letting it go with a tsk.

“Like you love me.” He said quietly.

It was like someone had reached down your throat and grabbed your heart, squeezing the blood out and popping the vessels. You almost gasped for breath, smile stretching your lips and Lando’s expression went from cautious to slightly hopeful.

“What if I do love you?” You asked.

“Then…” He trailed off when your hand travelled from his pec to his cheek, cupping it. “Then I’d say I love you. I’d say that I’ve always loved you.”

You let out a laugh, like the absurd amount of happiness blooming in your chest was too hard to contain. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, getting on your toes to hug him properly.

“Took you long enough.” You murmured against his ear and Lando squirmed, pinching your side just to hear you squeak.

It was his favourite sound in the world.

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this isn’t beta read, I wrote this in my notes app at work so I hope it’s okay 🫣 it wasn’t smut this time (sorry) but I wanted to save the juicy stuff for longer fics hehe. I hope you enjoy this xx

#zee’s asks 💌 #lando brainrot #lando norris x female reader #lando norris blurb #bff!lando #f1 blurb

[delulu-sushi]

First Valentines Mikey x Y/N

Canon to the series!

~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~

Feburary 13, 2006. The Sano Residence

"MIKEY!" Emma throws open the door, awaking the slumbering boy, shaking her head as she walks in his room and tugs the blanket away from him. "You need to get up right now" She shouts at him with a stern voice. "RAAAA" Mikey starts throwing a fit causing Emma to roll her eyes at his childish behavior. "If Y/N-chan saw you like this-" "SHE WOULD LET ME SLEEP" Mikey doesn't let her finish her sentence as he continues to pout, trying to get his blanket from his sister while refusing to get off the bed. "You know what tomorrow is?" Emma asks Mikey, hoping he'll remember but not giving in too much. "Well it's not Y/N's birthday so not important (A/N: sry if your bday is on Valentines Day)" He says before falling back on his bed.

"Yeah… but it is Valentines Day!" Emma says casually hoping Mikey will get the hint and take her on a double date with Draken.

Never.

Never has Emma seen her brother get out of bed so fast.

"WELL WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR EMMA?" He screams while running to the bathroom.

"Heh. Y/N is one lucky girl" Emma smiles to herself seeing her brother gawk in love over her bestfriend

February 13, 2006. The L/N Residence

"HARUUU" You run down the stairs to your brother cooking Mackarel in the kitchen (A/N: Who got the reference??? ur my new bestie) pausing at the smell, "Seriously?"

Your brother looks at you with a face that reads "Don't even." making you roll your eyes and break in a smile.

"Anywaysss, which color do you think Mikey will like?!" You hold up a small, flowery, spring purple dress in your right arm and a pink one in your left.

Your brother looks at the two options and immediately chooses the hazy lilac that makes your skin shine. "He'll love it" your brother comments, secretly smiling to himself happy to know that his little angel has the most loving boyfriend in the world

You smile at the suggestion and fall back on the couch, thinking of what your boyfriend could have gotten you. Almost telepathically, your brother answers, "HMM, knowing Mikey, probably a sweet and a plushie."

"Awwww so sweet" you murmur to yourself, deep into your daydreaming thoughts. It's going to be your first Valentines Day, and you had the perfect gift for him.

February 14, 2006

You hear Mikey's engine revv outside your house, and you hurry downstairs with a bag in your hand for Mikey. You open the door. He's leaning against the bike, the wind flowing through his golden hair and the sun shining on his skin. He's wearing a white top that bears his biceps and black pants. He looks at you. Breathtaking You come out of the door wearing the purple dress he had always wanted to see you in. You looked beautiful. A necklace surrounding the neck he adorned and loved, and a bracelet embracing your wrist that he wanted to hold all day. Beautiful "Happy Valentine's Day Kanji-Manji!" Mikey's Y/N says with a sweet smile on her face

Mikey swoops her in his arms, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, "Happy Valentine's Day my love" he says in a whisper. The words barely come out of his mouth, feeling his hot breath against your neck and his arms tighten around your body.

He wants to stay there, forever

He hesitates, then loosens your grip, and places you on his motorcycle, driving you off into the day.

"Sooo, what d'ya wanna do today?" Mikey asks. You smile, leaning deeper into his back on the motorcycle. Casual Mikey, he'll always have a plan but makes time for your choices too.

You feed into his desires, "Mmm, a cafe!", Mikey changes his direction, knowing just the place to take you.

He covers your eyes as you reach the destination. "Ok, we're here" he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss on your cheek, taking his hands off to reveal the scenary. It was a bright place, filled with cherry blossom trees, the petals flying in the air covering the streets.

"Lover's Road" - they called it

Couples sitting together everywhere, in love. Two young boys, one with blond hair like your Mikey and his lover with an interesting side partition on his black hair, sitting together on a bench looking at each other deeply.

Mikey takes your hand and pulls you to a cake shop, his adorable face exploding with cuteness as he gawks at the many choices. "AHHHH, which cake should we get??? So many flavors!!"

He never let go of your hand

Eventually, he picked out a mini mousse cake (two obviously, man has a big appetite) and a milkshake.

"AHHHH~" You prompt Mikey to open his mouth as you take give him the courtesy of taking the first bite. "You're so cute", you whisper under your breath, Mikey slightly hearing it

A smug smile forms on his face as he moves closer to you, "Hmm N/N, I didn't catch that" he looks at you with false innocent eyes, "Say it again?" he prompts, wanting to hear you say it louder, hearing the sweet songbirds of your voice. You cover your face when it feels red like a tomato.

A small kiss lands on the top of your head, making you remove you hands from your face, seeing Mikey happily watch you while he chomps down his cake, "I'm going to feed you yours' don't worry dorayaki!" He says with his cute, chirpy voice.

You can't help but break in a smile and give him a tight hug. Mikey moves his strong hands across your back, pulling you in closer and taking in the scent of your hair, perfume, your scent. You.

A sharp snort comes from behind as Mikey takes away his arms and looks away embarrassed, a flush of red coming over his face as he tries to act cool

"I told you he was a lovebird" Draken's husky voice taunts Mikey as he appears with Emma, and you start glaring at Mikey before he says anything awkward (about Draken being with Emma obv).

Buuut it's too late

"And what about you Ken-chin?" Mikey forms a smug, proud smile on his face, and you look at Emma with a small smile knowingly, as the two of you look at Draken who's flustered and about to pick a fight.

"SHUT UP MIKEY. Come on Emma, we're done with these two" Draken stomps away, holding Emma's hand, as you and Mikey make love fingers around them, taunting them until they can't hear you

It's moments like this when you look at Mikey and see him as a lover and a best friend. You're his everything. He made you a Sano before he knew your name.

"I wanna kiss you right now" The sight of you giggling with joy on your face pushes the words out of Mikey's mouth, unconsciously. But he doesn't regret it. He stares at you, a stare that every person dreams of being looked at. A stare that only a lover can do.

Your face blushes with red, pink, and every shade you can think of. Eight months he has been waiting, no, years to kiss you.

He pulls your face in close and plants a kiss on your cheek, knowing that the afternoon in front of a whole crowd is not where you want your first kiss to be.

He wants it intimate. Just you. Just him. No other person watching but the heaven and Earth to witness the moment of teenage marriage.

As the day passes on, Mikey makes most of everything. Valentine's Day is a milestone to him. You've stayed with him, like this, for so long, and he wants you to look forward to every year. He will never stop loving you.

You knew that since the first look, but today he proved it.

You look at your watch. It's ticking, and for a moment you thought the numbers were hearts, like hearts on a card. It was close to sunset.

Mikey was taking you up a hill, and had reached to the destination.

A breathtaking view of Shibuya.

You could see your whole tiny world in your hand. Looking down at the people who were now tiny, irrelevant beings in this moment. Your eyes shift up at the sun, who starts to descend. It shines bright in the morning and takes rest in the night, but in between that, there's a moment where it's stuck in a beautiful capture, illuminating all the wonderful things, making darkness show its hidden love.

Mikey takes your hand. He holds your waist. Places his forehead on yours, as you embrace him in a hug.

Tight

Loving

Every word you could think of failed to describe the feeling when you were with Mikey.

He looks in your eyes. The sun pauses in time, the sunset. Mikey didn't come here for the sunset. He came for you.

The sun paused on your lips, shining brighter than ever. A sign.

Mikey moves his face closer to yours, eyes shifting to your lips. He's shaky, but doesn't hesitate. Not for a second.

And there it is

His lips fit on yours like a puzzle piece. It's soft and sweet. It rushes dopamine from your feet to your head and back down, making you fall deeper in Mikey's embrace, you give in.

You never want this feeling to stop, and he will stand by that promise.

As the moon rises up, your kiss ends. But the feeling? It never ends. You look in his eyes and he smiles, you smiling back. A giggle from your mouth erupts as the two of you start laughing in happiness from your first kiss, a big sigh of relief from Mikey.

"Ahhh I've always wanted to do that" He whispers

"All I tasted was dorayaki" you joke

He walks you back to the motorcycle where you pull out each other's gifts, and Mikey's childish eagerness prompts you to look at them.

You remove the wrapping paper as Mikey eagerly watches your reaction. You take out a cute, purple bunny and hug it with happiness, "It's so cute Jiroo!!!" you scream with enthusiasm. Mikey smiles, then with his patience (that's sarcasm), shifts his eyes towards the bag, hinting at the other gift. You pull out a velvet red box and open it up, revealing a beautiful snow globe, with a couple inside. Not just anyone, you, and him. You shook the globe and watched in awe as the mini couple embraced in a hug, shocked at the gift (partly because you never knew it would exist - someone make this!). To my dorayaki. On our first Valentine. From Manjiro. You read from the bottom.

Mikey's brows furrow as he hesitantly waits for your reaction, but this gift was too thoughtful and beautiful for you to tease him "It's just, more than beautiful Jiro!" you whisper, still in awe at the gift. He smiles back, "Heh, I knew you'd like it" ruffling his hands in your hair then eagerly opening your gift. You had knit him a black hat with cat ears, and made a matching pair for yourself. But just as Mikey did, you also got a thoughtful gift.

Wrapped in a box was a letter and a miniature golden statue of his motorcycle, the stand embellished with flowers. You were poetic, and only Mikey knew. Your letter was something you wanted him to read in private, whenever he missed you.

You could see from the light in Mikey's eyes that he loved the gift. The motorcycle would not have been gifted by Shinichiro if you hadn't told Shini what Mikey's favorite model was. The motorcycle was his favorite possession. It was you when he didn't have you. It was a reminder of his loved ones.

And it was a reminder of his loyalty. Your favorite part of him.

"I love you" he whispered

"I know" you said back

The moonlight entwined the two of you together that night. His arm around yours as the two of you drifted off to sleep in his bed.

He kissed you on the lips

"Just a goodnight's kiss ya'know" he defended himself, blushing. "I know Jiro" you said before snuggling into his warm chest, filling you with a feeling of love you only felt from his presence

#manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers fluff #sano mikey manjiro #mikey kun #mikey sano

[vyntilador]

Love talk

What are the boys' love languages?

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Genre: Pure fluff<33 except for Luke's part kinda angst

GN!Reader for my besties out there<3

Might make an nsfw of this👀

Luke Pearce

Acts of service/Physical touch

Honestly tho, seeing how he hasn't seen you in like 8 years, I'd think that he'll be clingy by that point like,,, imagine a koala clinging into u😭😭😭

He'll call you over or he'll be the one to come to ur apartment just to cuddle and stuff. You don't even need to talk, he just needs to have you in his arms in a reassuring manner. When you cuddle too while sleeping, your soft breathing and the slow rise and fall of your chest just calms him down so much.

Especially during nights where he gets nightmares about how one day, with you being in the NXX and having to deal with dangerous deeds, he's afraid that he'll lose you. It's during those nights where he holds you tighter against him in a desperate effort to convince himself that you're safe and sound.

If he wakes up and you're not in bed or smthn like that, he's mildly panicking. He shoots up from the bed and is immediately running around yo apartment looking for you only to find you cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The moment he sees you humming whilst cooking with a cute lil apron on, a relaxed smile shows on his face and he slowly walks towards you to hug you from behind<3333

Sometimes with that in mind, he looks out for you a lot during missions. Don't get him wrong; he trusts you but he can't help but have these lingering fear of losing you. The moment that he hears you yelp in pain, he immediately runs over towards you asking what's wrong. Imagine you like trip on a tree root or smthn or stubbed your toe somewhere or had a little cut somewhere.

Poor boy goes mom mode and immediately scolds you gently while tending to you<33 (would def give a soft kisses to wherever u were hurt #lukebestboy)

OH AND WHILE CUDDLING, HED DEFINITELY WHISPER "I love you.." WHILE HAVING HIS FACE BURRI3D IN YOUR NECK OH MYGODDDDDDD

Vyn Richter

Gift giving/Words of affirmation

LOOK AT ME IN MY GOD DAMNED EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT BE OT THERE COMPLIMENTING YOU ON A DAILY BASIS???????

You could be out there, literally just making tea for him and suddenly, the moment he takes a sip, you'd hear that annoyingly gentle voice of his going "You always make the most exquisite tea, My love."

YALL WANNA KNOW WHATS WORSE??? HES SO SUBTLE WITH IT BUT AT THW SAME TIME, HES NOTTTTT

Working from home and ur like sat on ur bed, working on some documents for the lawfirm with Vyn right next to you, just silently admiring you your work and the moment you're done, you show it to him then he turns to look at you with the most amazing, spectacular, breath taking, amazing, beautiful, alluring, jaw dropping, fancy, handsome, soft, gentle, sweet smile of his then he opens his mouth to say, "You did it so perfectly. I'm proud of you."

(this def isnt me just indulging myself into some1 that can actually praise me properly no,,)

On bad days where you just feel like shit, he's immediately off to his garden to pick the most BEAUTIFULLY PERFECT rose he sees and gives it to you with some chocolates and a little teddy bear

When you ask him what are those for he just says "You looked a bit...out of it so I thought that I can give these to you to cheer you up."

An absolute fucking sweetheart nobody talk to me omfg

I personally think he'll do acts of service too like, imagine having just opened your eyes after a good night's sleep and immediately smelling the most delicious smell you've ever smelled then seeing Vyn sitting beside you with a tray of food.

"Good morning, my rose. I wanted you to rest more since you seemed tired last night so I made some breakfast for you:]"

Please praise him too sometimes. He's a huge perfectionist and sometimes feels like he isn't good enough for u so having u reassure him that he's more than enough is just enough to make the poor bby melt</3

*cough* vyn praise kink *cough*

Artem Wing

Words of Affirmation/Acts of service(gift giving)

The absolute KING of acts of service n words of affrimation

He sees you working hard while going to the pantry to get some coffee even tho he has a coffee maker in his office, he's quick to be like "Here's some coffee. You've been doing well these days. Remember to take a few breaks, okay?"

Cue Celestine rubbing her temples in disappointment with Artem bcs wtf,,, did he rlly just gift COFFEE to his crush?? 😭😭 Celestine's on the move to save the day and convince Artem to actually buy u roses or smthn else appropriate for a courting gift💀

Or in that one card, (in sickness or in health(?)) yall saw how Artem literally, with no hesitation, took it upon himself to take care of u??? Husband material frfr

So imagine the same thing happens like,, during field work, the heel of ur shoe broke or to make it more GN, your shoe just broke like, the sole broke off, or it was raining and it made yo shoe very slippery, imagine the worried look on his faceee:((

He'll stop walking and look at you saying, "Should we go back first? I don't think that you'll be able to move around like that...Not that I think that you'll be a burden—"

POOR BLUSHY BBY JUST HAVING A HARD TIME TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS

"No, don't move." *proceeds to take off own shoes but u fortunately stop him in time* "Why?:(" If u refuse his offer of his shoes, he'll then try to be more bolder like, one moment you were just looking at him and moments later, you're suddenly in the air and in his arms.

Celestine hiding in the shadows talking through a walkie talkie with mama wing being like "mission accomplished.😎"

Marius von Hagen

Physical touch/Quality time

Another huge clingy baby🕴️

Being a CEO of a large company and still studying takes up A LOT of his time so whenever he has time, he immediately spends it with u<33

He wouldn't care about whatever you were doing in the first place, he's immediately waltzing into ur apartment like its the most natural thing in the world (it is) and just plop down in bed with you.

Yknow, I kinda think that hes an all-around kinda guy with this love language thing. Like, he'll sometimes discreetly paint/draw you and would give it to you, if youre feeling down or just tired with his bs, hes wasting no time to immediately pamper you with kisses and whisper sweet nothings in ur ear

If you give him a gift, he'll absolutely cherish it like it's a multimillion dollar treasure (doesnt even matter what u gave him, you could give this dumbass a rock and he'd cry tears of joy)

Give him a single pebble and hes looking at you like "🥺" and saying "For me???🥺"

Yeah so all in all, he's just a 6ft bby that would absolutely spoil the living SHIT out of you bcs u deserve it<3 (congrats on bagging a billionaire bestie)

*ehem* i rlly wanna add a slight nsfw so ill make it on a diff part or smthn it's currently wip so ill link it here whem it's done *ehem*

#tears of themis #luke pearce #luke pearce x mc #luke pearce x reader #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #artem wing #artem x mc #artem x you #marius von hagen #marius x mc #marius x reader

[mossmurdock]

omg hi bestie :3 if ur doing requests i was wondering if we could get more stuff abt stablehand!reader x prince!gojo 🩷 only if you want to ofc! btw i love ur writing so much!

hello hello! and yes ofc!! it was very fun tapping back into this little au again :oo and thank you bestie that means so much ! i hope you enjoy

prince!gojo/stablehand!reader

Satoru’s bed is comfortable and large; capacious even, some people might simply say too big. He thinks you would say so, with a look on your face that says he grew up with too much. 

Though, he might never find out. Satoru still hasn't found a way to sneak you up into his room. 

This late afternoon is quiet, slow in chatter and bickering. Satoru came to unwind from his new frivolous duties to find you already wrapped into your chores.

“There’s hay on your back,” he says, breaking the silence. He’s been staring at it for at least five minutes now. Your shirt is thin, practically transparent, so much so that the sun is shining through the fabric, blessing Satoru with glimpses of your imperfect skin. You might be trying to kill him. “When’s the last time you bathed?” he questions cruelly. All he gets in return is a soft chuckle. 

“There’s always hay on my back, Satoru.” You don’t turn as you speak, still working on whatever it was you were doing before he walked in. The lack of obvious attention from you isn’t meant to be conveyed as dismissal. Your interest is hooked into his veiled words, trying hard to coax what he really wants to ask you out of him. When you speak that way, the hands you work with so frequently feel like they’re inside of him somehow, continuously pulling and weaving. He likes it; loves making it more difficult for you. 

“Do you sleep here?” he reiterates. 

You shift your shoulders before finally turning, wiping the sweat off your palms by dragging them across your pants. “Sometimes. When I’m too exhausted to walk back home,” you explain. 

He looks at you pointedly, “The palace is closer,” he suggests. 

That earns him more than a chuckle. “The palace is guarded. Last I heard they’re meant to be protecting someone very important there.” 

“Wouldn’t sharing the same bed be nice, though?” Satoru asks. You don’t blush at his words yet, letting them hang in the air. There’s an expression on your face that says you’re actually considering his thoughts. But you lack the time to humor him so obviously; the sun is setting and your shoulders are beginning to sag heavily. You’re missing the glow of your healthier exhaustion, instead shrouded in a paled and lethargic dullness. 

You distract, moving towards him and hesitantly nudging at the leg of the bar stool he’s sitting on. There is a strange displacement behind the action; it’s like you replaced the thought of another movement with a half baked one. Your mouth moves around the air before finally pushing something out. “I’m nearly done here."

He frowns at your words, a disgustingly dramatic expression. “You’re kicking me out.”

“I’m asking you to go rest.” You cast a fond grimace at the look on his face, placing your hands on your hips before deciding to lay them to rest on the empty sides of the stool. The space between the two of you shrinks in the span of a cruel second. Satoru’s knees are subtly pushed together as they slot between your legs; he can smell the scent of the old wood that’s permanently cemented itself into your skin, the smell of the animals you take care of, the feed you pour out for them, hay and dust are subtle but noticeable notes. 

The aroma used to be too overwhelming for him, completely ruined and punched out by the odor of manure that he used to performatively complain about, but now everything has turned warm and pleasant. It’s a complex thing, like earth during spring, like something deemed ugly taking its first beautiful breath. No one else could carry that as elegantly. 

He can never bring it back with him properly; the scent fades and erodes itself into something only slightly recognizable. It isn’t strong enough to seep into the fabric of sheets, never strong enough to wrap around him tightly as he tosses and turns. It's like a rejection of transference.

“Hypocrite,” he accuses, finally finding the sense to move his hands, ghosting them across the shadows underneath your eyes. You hold your breath when he does, suddenly tense and serious. It’s a funny thing, the way you react to him touching you won’t ever not make him preen. Your roles are reversed. He’s the only one meant to think that he’s untouchable. 

You send him away after that, hay still stuck to your back, hands curved back into your hips. He watches you head back inside without any plan, eyes empty and tired, never cast toward what could be your home. 

Satoru doesn’t sleep that night and he hopes you don’t either. Maybe the both of you will learn more quickly that way.

#IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE REQUESTED IM KISSING U ON THE CHEEK ANON #i seriously enjoyed writing it i really missed these two #moss writes #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

[avatar-anna]

ok hi bestie idk if ur comfortable writing this but would u be able to write something where harry got into an accident that made him lost some of his memories and the only thing that he remembers was when he was in a relationship with an ex so when he wakes up he was so confused why y/n was there and who was she and y/n would always tell him that she's his girlfriend and he would always reply that (that any ex of his ur comfortable writing) is his girlfriend and all that angsty stuff 😩

y'all really live for the angst huh? well buckle up, you're in for a treat.

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The first thing Harry saw when he woke up was bright light. Everything was blurry and disorienting, making him want to just close his eyes and go back to sleep. But then there was a sharp pain in his head, a dull throb moving through his entire body, and his throat felt like he hadn't had a sip of water for weeks.

That's when the panic started to settle in. He didn't know where he was, and why he wasn't waking up in his own bed. A glance to the right let him see monitors and wires and tubes. He was in a hospital. But what happened?

He looked to his right, his eyes landing on a figure slumped in a chair, the lights around her making her look angelic. She slept soundly, or so he thought. Harry moved his arm, the movement causing the sheet he was in to crinkle, and the figure jolted, awake in an instant.

“Oh my God, you're awake!” she said coming closer, and Harry realized it wasn't just the lights, she really did look angelic, ethereal. Even in her scrubs and the dark circles under her eyes, he thought she was beautiful.

Almost like she could tell what he wanted, she reached for the cup of water on the tray placed across his bed, bringing the straw to his lips to drink.

“Easy,” she said when he nearly downed the whole cup in seconds. When he finished, sh helped him rest against his pillows. “Any pain or discomfort?”

“Kind of everywhere, but mostly my head.”

She smiled. Harry thought she had a really pretty smile. “That's normal. If you just press on that button by your wrist, you should get a nice dose of morphine that'll help ease your pain.”

Harry did as she suggested. “What happ—Why am I in a hospital room?”

If the woman was concerned by his questions, she didn't show it. “Well, what do you remember? Don't worry if it doesn't come to you right away.”

Harry thought back to the last moments he could remember before waking up in this room, but it was harder than he thought.

“I...remember being in a car, and then there was a loud crashing noise, and then...nothing. I woke up here.”

“You were in a pretty bad car accident, Harry,” she said, resting her hand on top of his comfortingly. “You had to be put in a medically induced coma to let your body heal on its own, but it's good that you’re awake.”

Harry nodded, not really processing what the woman was saying. His eyes flitted around the room, there were some flowers and get well soon cards, but the woman was the only person in the room.

“Where—Where is my family?”

“I called your mom and she and your sister are on a plane here, to LA. They should be here by tonight.”

“Oh, well thank you.”

She squeezed his hand. “Of course. I called them as soon as I heard. Your mom was worried of course, but I reassured her she was in excellent hands.”

“It seems like it,” Harry mumbled. “I feel like you’ve gone above and beyond as my doctor, so thank you.”

When he spoke, her face changed for the first time. She looked concerned, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. “Um, would you mind if I?”

She reached into the breast pocket of her scrubs and pulled out something small and slender, and when she came forward she clicked on it and a light appeared. She gently rested her hand on Harry’s forehead, running the light across his eyes and examining them.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

She didn't answer right away, finishing her little exam before pulling away so she could look at him properly. “Yep! Your vitals look good and your pupils are reactive, all signs of a healthy brain.”

He was tired from the morphine, but he could hear the slight change in her voice and demeanor. “What aren’t you telling me?”

She became fidgety all of a sudden, her hands clinging together, one wringing the other nervously. “You—You’re right to say I’m a doctor, obviously,” she said, glancing down at her navy blue scrubs. “I’m—I’m just not your doctor.”

“I don't understand,” he said, feeling agitated all of a sudden that he was in the dark about so much. “Where’s Camille?”

“I’m gonna just—Let me get Dr. Rollins and I’m sure he can explain—”

“No, I want you to explain. What’s going on? Where’s my girlfriend?”

The woman pressed on her pager, but Harry hardly noticed above the sounds of monitors beeping as his heart rate spiked. He was scared, in pain, and he felt utterly alone. Why was he in LA? He was supposed to be in Paris with Camille. Why wasn't she here?

“Harry, I need you to relax, okay? Everything's fine.”

She tried to come closer, but Harry didn’t want her to. She was acting like she knew him, but he'd never seen her before in his life.

“No! Stay away from me!” He fought her off, annoyed by her gentleness despite his frustration.

And then all of a sudden there were more people, more hands on him, which freaked him out even more. He swung, not caring about what or who is fist collided with. He distantly heard a smack, felt the back of his hand connect with something soft, but he couldn't focus on it because he was tired all of a sudden. His muscles felt like jelly, and the fight went out of him as he slowly rested back against his bed. The last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered shut was a blurry figure in navy blue clutching their cheek, and then he was fast asleep.

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You were in the hospital break room, a bag of frozen peas pressed against your swollen cheekbone. The urge to cry was strong, but you fought it off. You couldn’t cry, tears weren’t what Harry needed right now.

Harry. You knew that post traumatic amnesia was common in those who suffered traumatic brain injuries, you'd explained it to patients and families countless times, but you never thought you’d be on the receiving end of such news before.

As you sat and iced your face, Harry’s doctor came in. “How is he?” you asked.

He sighed. “You know I’m not supposed to tell you that, Y/n.”

“That’s bullshit! He’s my fiance, Alex!” you said, taking all of your stress and frustration out on your colleague.

He didn't seem to mind your outburst, just sat down across from you at the small table. “I know you are, and I want to help you, but you're technically not family. You weren't even supposed to be there in the first place. I can't tell you how he's doing other than he's stable.”

“That doesn't make it suck any less,” you grumbled, resting your head in your arms.

“I don’t have to tell you how he's doing, Y/n. You already know. You’ve seen cases like this before. Almost all of them good outcomes.”

You nodded. You had seen victims of car accidents suffer from amnesia, but this was Harry. Your Harry. How were you supposed to just sit by when his condition was what it was? Since you received him on the stretcher in the ER, you’d been holding yourself together. You didn’t want to cry, there was no time for it. But now that the reality of the situation was clear to you, your whole body wracked with sobs.

Alex patted your back as you cried. He'd been a mentor to you during your residency, and the first person you paged when you realized you couldn’t perform surgery on your fiance. You were close with him, but he wasn’t very affectionate, and was probably incredibly uncomfortable with your extreme display of emotion. Still, you appreciated the effort on his part.

“I—I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear right now, but he keeps asking for a Camille? You said his mother was on a plane, and I was wondering if you knew how to—”

“Yeah,” you said, cutting him off. “I can get ahold of her. I won't go into his room again, but I'll need his phone.”

Alex left you to collect yourself while he went to check on his other patients. You took a couple minutes to stop crying, pressing the frozen peas under your eyes to reduce some of the swelling.

“You’re fine. You need to be fine,” you whispered to yourself. “He doesn’t know you, but he needs you. He needs you to be fine.”

Drying your tears, you went to get ahold of your fiance’s ex girlfriend.

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While Harry was sleeping, you snuck into his room. You technically weren't allowed inside, especially after the incident last week, but you needed to see for yourself that he was okay. All you got were bits and pieces you heard from Alex when you hung around Harry's room and the frantic reports from Anne, but she wasn't the best at giving you all the details. You needed to see him, to touch him, but you could only pull off one, so you would.

You grabbed Harry’s chart, looking it over and reading it before anyone could catch you. “Not family my ass,” you muttered. “They’re literally letting his ex in.”

"I hit you."

The phone call to Camille went as expected. She was confused at first, then more confused, but eventually was very sympathetic to the situation at hand. As far as you knew, the breakup between her and Harry was amicable, but you knew that it was still weird to ask her to come, especially since you were Harry’s current fiance. She said yes, a lot quicker than you expected, but you didn't have time to psychoanalyze how she'd basically dropped everything to help an ex boyfriend.

You nearly jumped out of your scrubs. Looking over, you saw that Harry's eyes were open. He had more stubble than you were used to seeing on his cheeks, and his face was a little paler than normal, but he was still your Harry, the same perfectly wonderful man you met a year and a half ago.

Falling in love with a world famous pop star was definitely not in your plans, but he'd come into the ER with a friend who thought had broken his wrist, and the moment you pulled back the partition, Harry shamelessly flirted with you. You were flustered, to say the least. One, because you'd never had anyone flirt with you while you were working, and two, you knew who he was, and you didn't think you were his type.

But even after you turned him down after setting his friend's wrist and wrapping it up in a cast, he showed up the next day, and the next, and every day after your first meeting with some new "injury" until you eventually said yes. You'd jokingly told him that what he was borderline harassment, which made his face blanch as he apologized profusely, but you waved him off with a laugh and told him what time your shift was over, and that he could see you then.

You shouldn't have worked, but you did. Both of you were so busy, but for that very reason you seemed to cherish the moments you spent together, and your busy schedules kept your minds off of missing each other. Harry called you from wherever he was around the world, and you picked up while you were on call or on a short break. You vented to each other about work and the road and recanted funny stories you encountered throughout the day. Harry was always more than eager to listen to the tales of the Emergency Room, and you loved hearing about the signs fans brought to his shows. Fast forward a year and a half and you were engaged and happier than ever.

It was on his break from tour that Harry had his accident. He'd been on his way to pick you, and as you were getting ready in the break room for your date, you were paged to the ER for an incoming trauma. Shooting off a text to Harry that your date would have to take a raincheck, you ran down to the ER, only to find your fiance barely conscious on a gurney.

You touched a hand to your cheek, trying not to wince. The swelling had gone down this week, but there was still a pretty big bruise. "You wouldn't be the first patient to have done that, believe it or not," you said, avoiding eye contact.

Setting down his chart, you turned on your heel to leave, but he stopped you. "Wait. Can you come here? Please?"

How were you supposed to resist that? He was practically pouting at you.

"Sure, but just for a minute. I have to check on a patient," you lied.

You went over to him, removing your stethoscope from around your neck and put the earpieces in your ears to listen to his heart. You technically didn't have to do that, but you needed something to do. Everyone had agreed to pretend like you were just another doctor in the hospital. It was important for Harry to make a full physical recovery. He had a pretty bad concussion, a fractured arm, and some internal bleeding that needed to be monitored. Any stress on his mind would only hinder his healing according to his neurologist.

You didn't agree, but you also didn't get a say, and Anne was eager to do whatever Harry's doctors said was best. She felt bad for you, but she was also in a tough position. Her son's life was on the line, and she wasn't about to take any chances.

Camille was also suspiciously on board with everything. To the point where you were questioning her career as a model. According to her she didn't have anywhere she needed to be, and while it was mildly off-putting how easily she slid back into the role of Harry's girlfriend, you couldn't exactly protest.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," Harry said as you finished your fake exam.

"It's okay," you told him. "You were under a lot of stress and you were confused. It happens."

"I still feel bad. It looks like I did quite a bit of damage, and I've never considered myself the violent type."

You knew he wasn't, but you couldn't tell him that. "Well, I free you of any and all guilt. Consider your conscience clean."

There was a hint of a smile on his face. The first one you'd seen since he'd been here. It felt good to see him smile again, but it also hurt. It felt too familiar, yet foreign at the same time. He still didn't know who you were or what you meant to him.

"Okay, well, you have your little button if anything is bothering you, and plenty of nurses and doctors at your disposal. Don't hesitate to ask them for anything," you said, moving away from him.

"But not you?" Harry asked.

You shook your head. "No, I work in the ER, which is usually pretty busy. But you're in fantastic hands."

His brows wrinkled with confusion. "But you were here when I woke up. If you weren't one of my doctors, why were you in my room? Are you some kind of stalker?"

"No, no nothing like that," you said, quickly trying to come up with another lie. "I was doing a favor for Dr. Rollins. He had to go into emergency surgery and asked if I could look after you. That's all."

"Oh," he said, sounding...disappointed? Perhaps you were hearing what you wanted to hear, but it seemed like Harry was expecting a different answer. "Well, I'm sorry again. For hitting you."

"It's really no big—"

"What are you doing in here?"

It was Camille. She had what looked like to-go bags in one hand and a tray with two coffees in the other. Her look of displeasure couldn't have been an act, she was genuinely affronted by you being in Harry's room.

You wanted to scream, or take one of the coffees and dump it on her designer clothes, but you did neither of those things. "Nothing. I noticed he was awake and was just checking on him."

"He has a whole team of doctors for that," she said.

Risking a glance at Harry, you saw that he looked confused again. Not sure how long you could keep the act up, you asked if you could speak to Camille outside.

"You do realize you're not actually his girlfriend anymore, right?" you hissed the second you were out of earshot from Harry.

"Yes, but after such an experience, I've realized that I could've lost him—"

"You already lost him! You are not together anymore! Him not remembering does not change that fact. No matter what the situation might look like, Harry is still my fiance."

It frustrated you that Camille only looked at you pityingly, like it was only a matter of time before her and Harry were back together. "But he doesn't remember you, does he? There's a chance he never will. Why do you keep torturing yourself by hanging around his room like a stray dog begging for scraps? Don't you think it's time to stop embarrassing yourself?"

You weren't a violent person, healing was literally in your job description, but you'd never wanted to tackle someone to the ground more than you did right then.

"Harry goes home in two days. What are you going to do with all the pictures of us in his house, huh? Or my things in his closet? What'll you do then, Camille? Tell me, how long do you think you'll be able to keep up this charade? Or better yet, when do you think you'll get bored of him again? He has a long road ahead of him, and to be quite honest, I don't think you have it in you to stick around long enough to see him get his stitches out."

"You bitch! I'm his girlfriend!"

Oh no she fucking didn't. "Call yourself his girlfriend one more time—"

"Ladies!"

There were arms around you suddenly, pulling you away from Camille, who looked smug as you were dragged away.

Alex didn't let go of you until you were in an empty stairwell. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me? That...woman in there is stealing my life, and no one is doing anything about it!"

Your nerves were frayed. You'd been sick with worry and hardly sleeping since Harry's accident, and Camille's threats were the last straw. You knew she meant, or used to mean, a lot to Harry, his entire second album was about their relationship. He'd reassured you when you started dating that he wasn't in love with her anymore, but now he didn't even know who you were. How were you supposed to compete with that?

The answer was you didn't. It was a losing battle, and you had no one on your side. Anne was only doing what she thought was best for Harry, and you doubt Camille was such a horrendous bitch around her. There was a chance that Harry's memories would return in a few weeks, but it was also possible it would take longer. You couldn't torture yourself by watching Harry live a different life, one that didn't have you in it.

You slipped your engagement ring off, the one you'd been wearing with the diamond facing your palm since Harry woke up. Alex saw what you were doing and immediately tried to stop you. "Hey, I know it's hard, but don't do anything rash. He will remember—"

"Maybe, maybe not. But I can't sit around and wait with her constantly around him. Maybe she's what he needs."

You held out the ring to your colleague. "Will you make sure his mom gets it? It belonged to his grandmother."

Alex looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn't, taking the ring from your outstretched hand. "You sure about this?"

Nodding, you said, "Yeah. I think I need to take some time off. I have some paid vacation time saved up. I'm no good to anyone if I'm a wreck."

You left Alex in the stairwell shortly after that, heading to your boss' office to ask for a leave of absence. You told yourself this time off would be good for you and Harry, but you weren't hopeful in the slightest.

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After two whole weeks, you were back at work.

You quickly realized that being by yourself was a horrible idea, as all you were able to do was wallow in self pity and worry about Harry. It was work that you needed to take your mind off things, to give you perspective. Surgery provided a high like nothing else, and on your first day back, you practically became a junkie. You were almost always in the operating room, letting the extreme focus necessary to perform surgery drown out anything else. The on-call room became your home, and you pretty much lived in your scrubs. It had been a little over a month since you'd last seen Harry, but in the operating room, all of that was far, far away. Your life was still shit without him, but you were going to pretend otherwise until it was the truth.

Anne sent you updates, but you didn't look at them. It killed you to avoid her, but you had to, otherwise you'd be over to Harry's place in minutes to see for yourself that he was okay.

Camille was a mystery to you too. You didn't know if she stayed or if she left, if Harry was still "in love" with her and if she let him believe in that fantasy. It was a disservice to him, to let him believe in something that wasn't true, but you were an island of one on that front, so you kept your distance from any and all things related to Harry Styles.

"Go home, Y/n. And not the on-call room this time. Your actual home." Alex's voice echoed through the operating room from where he spoke into the intercom in the observation deck.

"Can't. I'm saving a life here. And there was a huge accident on the freeway. I'm headed there next."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Absolutely not. Y/n, step away from the table."

"This morning. I had a banana and a granola bar too in case you're wondering," you said, not looking up from the body in front of you. It was technically all true. You had slept, but only for a couple of hours, and you had that banana and granola bar at three in the morning.

Barely glancing at the resident across from you, you said, "Now watch what I'm about to do because it's going to cut this surgery in half, and the patient won't be under general anesthesia for as long as originally planned. It's complicated, but with the proper technique and steady hands, it can be—"

You knew better than to fight Alex. It was either do the procedure you wanted to do and risk losing your job for not listening to your superior, or step back and keep your job. Your fingers itched for the former, but you had enough sense to do as you were told.

"Meet me in the lab later. I'll show you the technique that Dr. Buzzkill isn't letting me do," you said to the resident before letting one of the scrub nurses help you out of your surgical gear.

Alex was there a minute later, scrubbed and ready for his gown and gloves. "You and I are having a talk about...whatever is going on with you."

"Just saving lives, Doctor," you said, before stepping out of the operating room.

As you left, you checked your pager, and frowned. Apparently the accident wasn't as big as you'd thought. You went to the ER anyway, eager to be of use to someone else. You weren't stupid enough to nab another surgery, but you could do a couple consults.

"Doctor Y/l/n. How are you?"

A nurse handed you a chart, and you glanced at it briefly before heading over to the partition. "Hello, Mr. Styles—" You stopped dead in your tracks, the tablet that had Harry's chart nearly slipping from your fingers. It took a couple seconds to collect yourself, but you eventually calmed yourself down enough to speak. "It sounds like you're having a few migraines?" you asked, reading the chart as you pulled the partition closed again.

"I'm—I'm alright," you said, your heart in your throat. Clearly his memory was still not restored, so you took a deep breath and glanced back down at the chart, if only to give you something to do. "So, migraines?"

"Yeah. I've thrown up a couple times from the pain," he said. "I was told it was a result of my injuries, but they're really painful." Harry was tall, but he moved his feet back and forth as he sat on the exam table.

"That's actually pretty normal for severe concussions, but we can do a CT just to be safe."

Harry nodded. "I think that would make my mum and girlfriend feel better."

Hearing the world "girlfriend" hurt more than a stab in the heart. You made a mental note to kick Alex in the shins later. If you'd still been in the operating room, you wouldn't have run into Harry.

"Well, you can tell them they have nothing to worry about. I'll just go ahead and page neuro for a consult and then you'll be on your way."

"You're—You're not coming with?"

Hell no. "While it's a very interesting organ, the brain is not my specialty."

"Oh. Okay," he said, looking down at his hands. Did he look disappointed? It didn't matter. You couldn't think about that, not if you wanted to stay sane.

But apparently you were a sucker for punishment because you found yourself saying, "But I can wait with you until your neuro consult gets here?"

"I'd like that, actually."

So you stayed. You sent the page for the consult, then just stood there awkwardly. "So...aside from the migraines, how've you been?"

"I've been alright," he said. He reached his non-casted hand up to play with his bottom lip, a habit so familiar it warmed and chilled your heart to see it. He did it when he was feeling shy or nervous, a way of hiding himself. Whenever he did it, you took that hand and held it in yours, kissed the top of it, and told him you loved him. He would blush and smile and kiss your cheek, and then he went on listening or talking to whomever he was conversing with.

"There have been some...gaps in my memory, and Camille fills them in, but I don't know...I just get this feeling that she's lying sometimes. Is that crazy?"

What were you supposed to say? You were the gaps in his memory, but would he believe you if you told him the truth? Who knew what Camille said about you.

"Memories are tough. I know it's frustrating when you can't remember something you feel like you should, and it's probably even more frustrating to hear this, but it does get better with time."

"And if they don't return?"

"Then you make new memories," you said. Your heart nearly split in two as the words left your mouth, but he needed to hear them.

Harry nodded again, but he still looked upset. "You...You would tell me if you knew something I didn't, right?"

You desperately wanted to, and it was your life too, wasn't it? You were affected by everything that happened, and yet no one seemed to be taking your feelings into account, not even you. "Well, actually, I—"

"Mr. Styles, I hear you're having migraines?"

The neurologist swept the partition back with a flourish, which meant it was time for you to leave. And even though you'd been buzzing around a few minutes ago, you were now more tired than you'd ever been.

You looked at Harry one last time before you left, only to find him staring at you curiously.

You missed him so much it nearly killed you. You missed his hugs and how he came to the hospital to bring you lunch; you missed how he would sit a guitar in your lap and wrap his arms around you, placing his hands over yours so he could teach you a couple chords; you missed falling asleep in his hammock outside and watching Harry quote all the lines in Friends; you missed him, you missed being loved by him.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, but before he could say anything, you sniffled and took a deep breath. "You'll be just fine. This is just one minor blip in a whole lifetime of joy. Take care of yourself, alright?"

You left before Harry could respond, rushing to the on-call room before you had a breakdown in the middle of the ER.

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Two months had passed, and you were marginally better. You stopped following Harry's case, and started doing yoga instead of killing yourself from exhaustion at the hospital. According to your therapist, it was all about making small changes to your life to be happy.

Oh, and you were now seeing a therapist.

So your life wasn't great, but it wasn't the end of the world anymore, either. But you still couldn't move on from him, you didn't think you ever would.

You were in the break room eating your lunch when Alex came in. "Hey, big trauma in the ER. We need you."

"But my—Alright," you said around a huge bite of your sandwich.

Too hungry to stop eating, you took your half-eaten lunch with you, speedwalking to the ER and getting through your meal as fast as you could. But when you got to there, there was no chaos, no stretchers, no one running around to save lives. It was actually quite a slow day.

"Where is—Alex, what the hell?"

Your colleague was nowhere to be found, and now you were more confused than ever. You went over to the desk where all the nurses usually hung out. Trying to finish your sandwich as fast you could, you asked one of the nurses, "Hey, I heard there was an incoming trauma. Did it get redirected to a different hospital, or?"

The nurse shook her head. "Uh...no. Not that we know of. There's a patient over there that came in a few minutes ago, though."

"Oh, okay. I guess I can check it out."

You took one last bite of your sandwich before tightening your ponytail, washing your hands, and grabbing the chart. Walking over to the examination room, you pulled back the partition.

"What the fuck?" you said around your food.

Harry was sitting on the exam table. One arm was in a sling, but his uninjured hand held a bouquet of flowers. Your favorites. Your breath got caught in your throat, considering the fact that you'd cursed and still had food in your mouth.

You immediately turned around and covered your mouth, incredibly embarrassed. What the hell was he doing here? You wanted to bolt. You could page Alex and have him do the consult.

"Y/n?"

Your heart beat faster. It was the first time you'd heard him say your first name in months. Steadying yourself, you turned around. "Mr. Styles. What brings you in today? More migraines?"

"Um...No, actually."

"Is it your arm? I can call ortho and have an x-ray set up—"

"I'm fine—Everything's fine. I actually came to see you."

"Oh, well, uh, here I am. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Harry slid off the exam table and stepped closer to you. You knew you shouldn't have, but you gave him a once over. His tan was back and his eyes were greener, brighter. He must've been going to the beach a lot, you thought. His hair looked curlier, windswept. He looked like he did when you met. The memory made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"You said something to me the last time I saw you, and I—I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for the last two months."

"I told you everything was going to be fine," you said, taking another step back. Harry took a step closer.

"Yeah, but you said something else. Something about a blip in a whole lifetime of joy?"

He took another step forward, and you took one back. He was smiling a little, but that only made you nervous. He still hasn't really said why he was here, and you were very flustered and confused.

"I suppose I did," you said, tightening your ponytail. "Well, it seems like you're making a full recovery, so I'm glad you're taking the words to heart."

His smile grew, and it looked like he wanted to laugh. "I am, but...I couldn't stop thinking about it because...I'd heard it before. You said that to me when I was having anxiety about writing my album. You told me that everything was going to be fine. And then when I told you I didn't believe you, you performed my songs in front of me to...to remind me of my talent, I think you was your reasoning. You were in my...Kiss t-shirt and your underwear with the little watermelons on them, the ones you bought because you wanted to celebrate the music video coming out."

"You...When did you..."

You couldn't string enough words together to make a complete sentence. Since you were in complete shock, you couldn't stop him from coming closer. Hesitantly, he handed you the flowers, and you took them from him in a daze. When his hand was free, he held your chin in his hand, his thumb, grazing your cheek.

"My best girl," he whispered. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but I'm home."

"Harry." It was the only word you could say before breaking down. Harry pulled you into his chest, and you let him hold you. You thought you'd never have this again, have him like this again. The longer you went without seeing him, the more you felt like he wasn't going to remember you.

"I'm so sorry," you sobbed, clutching his shirt hard enough to make your knuckles white.

His good arm was going up and down your back. "Why are you sorry, angel? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I—I should've been there, and I wasn't. She was, and everyone kept saying it was what was best for you—"

"Hey, hey, Look at me," he said. His hand was cupping the side of your face, holding you steady so you could look him in the eye. "I don't blame you for anything that's happened. I think it's safe to say we were both taken advantage of. Do you agree?"

Sniffling and blinking back more tears, you nodded.

"You've been so strong, baby," Harry said. "I don't know what I'd do if you forgot me for even a minute, and here you are saving lives. That's the woman I'm in love with. No one else, alright?"

You nodded again. It was all you could do really. You never thought this day would come, and here you were, right where you'd wanted to be for months. It felt so good to be near him again, you never wanted to let him go.

"Now, I have something that belongs to you," he said. Harry tried to take his hand from your face, but you quickly latched onto it, holding him there. Chuckling softly, he rubbed his thumb back and forth over your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, angel. I just need to reach into my pocket," he told you, but you still wouldn't let go. It was too soon. You felt a little silly, but you didn't care.

He relented with a playful sigh. "Okay, the hand stays. Will you reach into my coat pocket, please?"

Taking your hand away from his, you reached into his pocket like he asked, your fingers landing on something small and round. Your eyes went wide as saucers, more tears springing in your eyes.

"I gave this to you, and you told me you would never take it off, do you remember?" Harry asked. He was smiling, though water began to line his eyes too.

"Yes," you managed to say, your voice timid and unsure.

"I know why you took it off, but if I give it to you again, can you make another promise to not take it off? For real this time?"

Your hand was still in his pocket, gripping the ring to the point where it would probably leave indents in your palm. "Yes, I promise."

"Good. I was so worried you moved on, but you're still my angel, huh?"

You were mildly aware of the fact that all of this was happening in your place of work. There were no walls or doors, either, just a flimsy paper partition to separate patients. But in the moment, you didn't care. Nodding, you hugged Harry again, kissing the side of his face over and over again, holding onto him like you were afraid he was going to slip through your fingers.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

You said it over and over again until three words morphed into one. Knowing this was what you needed, Harry let you hold him, let you run your fingers through his hair and inhale and do everything to anchor you to this moment and assure you that it was real and not a dream. "I love you too. So, so much," he said, placing little kisses of his own to your temple and the top of your head.

"Now, what do you say to wearing that ring again? Can't stand to see you without it," he said when you finally stopped showering him with affection.

"I'd like that," you replied, wiping stray tears from his and your cheeks.

You let him slip the ring on for a second time, and seeing it on your finger again brought even more tears. You didn't think you could cry this much, but here you were.

"Much better," Harry said, kissing the knuckle of your ring finger. "Now, can we please go home? I know you have work, but I think they can make an exception today."

"She's good to go!" one of the nurses yelled from beyond the partition.

You blushed at the intrusion, but didn't mind much. But before you said yes, one thought pricked your mind. Raising your forehaed from where it'd been resting against Harry's, you asked, "But what about—"

"She's gone. Never to be seen again if I can help it. Unless it's in court," he said, reading your thoughts. "I can't believe she did that to you, to us. I'm so sorry, angel. I won't let anything come between us again."

Part of you was curious to know what that conversation looked like, the one where Harry realized his ex was crazy and had been lying to him for months. But you had time to ask, and you didn't want to ruin this moment by thinking about her. Harry was here, he knew who you were, he remembered that he loved you. That was what mattered.

"Take me home, H," you said softly. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but since you were aware of your audience, you decided to save it for later.

"Of course. No place I'd rather be right now."

You hid yourself against Harry's chest when he opened the partition and were welcomed by cheers and clapping. It was so embarrassing to know that co-workers and patients had been listening in on such an intimate and intense moment, but maybe a little laughter would do you some good. You saw Alex, who looked at you fondly, and waved you off. You waved back, but were quick to loop your arm through Harry's once again.

"So you remember everything?" you asked as you walked towards your car. Apparently Harry had been dropped off.

"I remember every. Single. Thing," he said, kissing a different part of your face for emphasis. "But, I could use your help jogging one little memory."

You had a feeling you knew where he was headed when he stopped walking in the middle of the parking lot, but you played along.

"What?"

"I just can't seem to remember what it feels like to have your lips right here," he said, pointing to his own lips. "Want to help me out?"

You were going to wait until you got home, but you couldn't wait. Leaning forward, you practically crashed into him, Harry catching you with his good arm. His lips were just as soft and firework-inducing as the last time you kissed him, turning you into putty when he sucked gently on your bottom lip. Not caring who was around to see, you opened up for him, and Harry was happy to oblige, his tongue caressing yours in a way that had your knees buckling.

"God, I missed you," he breathed against your lips, kissing the words onto you. "I had this feeling that something was missing, and I realized it was my heart, my angel baby."

He sounded as delirious as you felt, but you didn't care. "I would've waited forever, H, I swear."

"We're forever, hm?" he said, nudging your nose with his. "Let's go home, we have a lot of lost time to make up for."

You followed him, not a single doubt or fear or droplet of anxiety in your whole body. Your Harry was back, and he was here to stay.

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot

[umichlvr]

throwback thursday | more than friends au | t. zegras x m. thompson

new au!!! hope u guys enjoy it! also i’m hopefully gonna be more active with my writing now that it’s summer. remember requests are open & so are anons! constructive criticism / positive feedback appreciated! 💗

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not my gif, creds to svechnikovvv

warnings: just cussing, all fluff!

a/n: i’ll hopefully be getting an au introduction out soon with like background information and all that

maevethompson

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maevethompson since it’s thursday, how bout a little throwback??

tagged trevorzegras

trevorzegras why do i continue to put up with you

maevethompson because you love me, duhhh🤓🤓

jackhughes thank you maeve for this post, you never get the recognition you deserve

maevethompson wow jack, i’m impressed! i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me🙌🏼

jackhughes i take it back i don’t like you

user1 wait omg are they dating???🫣

user2 i wish!!! they’ve literally been besties since like birth and they look at each other with so much love in their eyes🥹🥹

maevethompson hi!! me and trev are just besties, all love though! 😚💗

colecaufield i’m enjoying the z slander, keep it coming

maevethompson yes sir mr goal caufield🫡

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras since maeve decided we were posting throwbacks (and horrible pictures) here’s my go at it (this was difficult because mae makes me delete all the good bad pics of her😒😒)

tagged maevethompson

maevethompson aw trev, i didn’t think you had it in you to post anything cute but this is adorb 🥹

trevorzegras yeah yeah, whatever, yeah yeah i know i’m awesome and you love me😉😏

maevethompson i am this 🤏🏼 close to blocking you. you’re so annoying please humble yourself or i’ll do it for you 👊🏼

jamie.drysdale please do it for him i’d pay good money to see him get punched

trevorzegras hey man, i thought we were friends??

maevethompson jaym likes me more HA HA

trevorzegras what the hell is “jaym”

maevethompson a nickname, duh🤓, it’s like jamie without the ee pronunciation

jackhughes how come you get to call her cool nicknames but we’re not allowed??

maevethompson hey i never said that!! you guys can call me tommy

jackhughes yeah i know he said it

maevethompson i hate him he’s such a gaslighter gaskeeper and non girlboss

trevorzegras i’m hurt.

maevethompson good.

user3 ARE YOU KIDDING ME🥹THEY WERE THE CUTEST KIDS EVER🥲

maevethompson hehe thank u 🤭🩷

maevethompson

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maevethompson officially an honorary hughes!!!! (i was invited to the lake house as a plus one) p.s. dylan duke i think i love you

tagged trevorzegras, jackhughes, _alexturcotte, _quinnhughes, lhughes_06, dylanduke25

jackhughes absolutely thrilled you could join the family (i am being forced to type this)

maevethompson aw i love you too jack 😇

dylanduke25 i think i love YOU maeve thompson

maevethompson oh STAHAP 🖐🏼 🫳🏼 ur too good to me dyl

lhughes_06 you guys are weird

maevethompson go fuck yourself lucas

lhughes_06 😔😔

_alexturcotte best damn wakeboarder in the nation 🫡 mad respect for my girl maeve 🤍

maevethompson ❤️❤️ love u turcs 🥹

trevorzegras you’re the best plus one a guy could ask for

maevethompson you’re the worst roommate ever. STOP SNORING. please😔 i need my beauty sleep

user4 i can’t decide if her and alex have a thing (cause he got a few pics plus HIS COMMENT??) or her and dylan have a thing cause what???

user1 okay but what about jack?? he got 3 different pictures on here plus they’re always in each others comments

trevorzegras no

user5 jack is taking DOWN that watermelon

maevethompson he’s a munch what can i say 🤷🏼‍♀️

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras “don’t put some stupid ass caption on your post only ‘the boys’ will understand. i hate that shit because i AM one of the boys and i never get them.” - tommy 🌬🚙⏰

tagged jackhughes, _quinnhughes, maevethompson

maevethompson see now what the hell do those emojis mean??? i don’t like you guys you’re so secretive😒🖕🏼

trevorzegras oh but how you love me

jackhughes it’s the way of the world ⏰

maevethompson i’m genuinely convinced you morons spend time together in your rooms discussing these made up sayings like

trevorzegras tick tock🤫

jackhughes maevethompson we just know each other too well i guess

maevethompson are you guys secret lovers or what

user5 LMFAOOOO

colecaufield the way of the jungle🦁

maevethompson yeah cole i don’t know how much i can love you after this

_alexturcotte ET phone home

maevethompson i don’t wanna be ur fav girl anymore

dylanduke25 i would love to participate in the comments but i don’t want maevy trying to shove me off the boat tomorrow 🫡

maevethompson the love i have for you is unmatched dyl i think i’m going to marry you some day

dylanduke25 all love❤️❤️

user3 maeve and dylan are so adorable are you kidding🥹🥹🩷🩷

user2 RIGHT??? i don’t even care if they’re dating or just friends they treat each other so well🥹 i love them💖💖

that’s all for part one! thank u so much for reading <33 reblogs, comments, and follows always very appreciated! requests are open, feel free to lmk your thoughts on this au! huge huge thank you to makayla for all her help on this 💗💗

#cammies works #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras #trevor zegras fluff #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x oc #more than friends au #insta edit

[shadeslayer]

I wanna thank you for being so open and real about fat love and fat liberation and all. I've known for a while that I like fat bodies, my own, my partner's, others', but it felt like something I had to keep quiet even within my own mind. I could admit to it but I couldn't be proud of it, you know? but after having followed you for a while and seen other perspectives, I've gone from tentatively acknowledging my feelings to fully joyfully embracing them. being fat makes me happy! seeing fat people makes me happy! I felt overwhelming amounts of joy about this. thank you for sharing what you do it's changed my world.

YES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i saw this as i was going to sleep last night it melted my heaaaart <3333 FAT IS SEXY !!!!!!!!

theres a lot of stuff with marginalization where we can only be allowed to exist if we're ashamed of it, if we don't enjoy it, as long as its not a choice and as long as we dont actively want to be the way we are. and theres been good moves along trans joy, queer joy, being proud of your heritage and your skin and the same is happening if quietly within fat movements too and its the best shit ever. i understand peoples concerns but personally im fucking over it and im done with having to play nicey nice "im so sorry im fat skinny people look prettier skinny people are the ideal" games because im NOT sorry and fat people DO look prettier and fatness IS the ideal IMHO (in my huge opinion) !!! its great being fat and i love being fat and i love it when other people are fat and when other people are fat they look hot as fuck and the world is literally a more beautiful, more sexy, more vibrant place with fat people visibly existing in it. if people wanna be fussed about that thats THEIR problem !

if youre interested in fatlib and anti-diet movement/s i do have some book/blog/zine recs i can give you! but honestly its like. its so good to be able to say truthfully w ur whole chest that yeah i love the way fat people look, i love fatness, seeing fat people makes me happy and fat people are the ones who turn me on.

im also deeply flattered bc there are people im friends with / who i follow who have been formative like that for me, and im surprised i blog about fatness enough to count LOL. i feel a lot of it is all on my nsfw blog which isnt like suuper popular or anything. but honestly if u love fat talk u shld see me in the dms with my fat femme bestie bc we tear bitches up in there. i dont like to make waves too much esp w fatness bc it can be sooo divisive and intense (bc there is so much trauma in all of us over it, so i get it!) so i dont post much of my Real Hot Takes but im glad the fat love gets across. impossible 2 contain, same as my SEXY TUMMY IN THESE TINY SHIRTS !

literally it is so healing in ways that are innumerable. the way i live in my body has improved so much now that im proudly loving and excited abt and happy abt fat. so many little things and moments in my life have been turned around where i see myself as sexy when my shirt rides up, when my pants dont fit, when i get food on my shirt. that shit is hot. and dont let any COWARDS tell you differently

ALSO: being into fat and talking abt it as a fat person w ur fat partner is so fucking amazing and i promise if u start that discussion you will get some of the red hot sexiest pics u will ever see from ur partner bc thats happened in my rship and its like. [redacted for nsfw]

took a couple selfies to trace and drew this for u darling. go forth and be FAT

#ikbili #anompolili #I LOVE YOU ANON! always feel free to dm me or ask for my discord

[moonjxsung]

upon learning the term bedrotting i feel like 80% of my life has been just that. so i completely get it, i bedrot unless i absolutely need to go out (✨depression✨)

fr perv hanji brings out my past wattpad dramatic af 1D fic self. i love him, he also lives in my head rent free because the perv ji character just fits him soooo well. and that thing your ex did was super hanji coded too if he’s feeling especially confident. manifesting perv hanji everyday✨

choi minho, the man that you are. he’s also my baby, so pretty so hot and so nice😭 the greenest green flag to ever exist. i saw an article the other day bc someone accused him of being a bully in HS (and first off like wtf that man is like 30+yrs old, why you bringing up his hs life at this age). the thing is that his former classmates were like “wtf hell no, bro is obsessed with a soccer team that hasn’t one in 20 yrs, you really think he’s a bully?” 😭😂😂😂 they said that he used to get snsd autographs for his teachers and friends. literally an angel baby. also, ur minho dream, care to elaborate??👀

and frrrrr what’s up with these exes here? are you guys okay? i thankfully don’t think i ever had a situation like that with anyone, ex or not, and if i did, i def repressed it. but i always remember this situation a friend of mine was in. so she was my bestie for like all of high school (she dumped me for the church💔 my religious trauma fr) and she was in a band and one of her mates introduced her to this other guy who played guitar (conveniently, he was also really really good friends with my current bf at that time). anyways we were like 17 (my bf and i) and she was a year younger so 16. and we were just finishing our list of college applications, they saw each other randomly bc he auditioned for a band that she was in and he started texting her a lot and offering to take her to band practice (thankfully her parents were like overprotective so it never happened). mind you, he was born in 95 and she was 00. so if we were in like grade 11 or 12 he was like well into uni. so, she tells me that she’s going to this uni like three hours away from where i was going. and i’m like all happy and supportive and whatever and she’s just like “oh and _______ told me that he studies like 15minutes away from my campus so he said that i could go to his apartment and we could read comics” and i was just like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩and i told her that that was absolutely insane and reading comics def didn’t mean reading comics. so she got kinda mad and we stopped talking about him. and like a year later (she ended up not going to that uni), i stayed at her house once and she told me that he turned out to be a super sketchy guy. and she’s always been this really really physically beautiful person like main visual fr, but soooo naive, and shit like this happed so frequently. she once told me that in middle school, she was kinda dating a guy from 12th grade so she was like 13 and he was like 17-18🚩🚩🚩 so yeah, men suck. i’m thankful to have never experienced something like that or anything but im sure that my rbf and the paranoia and resistance my parents inflicted on me in terms of men helped.

so yeah, if there’s anything that the minors that sneak into ur blog should know is: that older guy that’s talking to you is 100% an absolute creep, pls stop talking to him🙏🏻

anyways bb, i hope you have soooo much fun watching the ateez coachella streaming!!! i will be with u @ heart bc im def watching it here, last week’s was really freaking awesome.

-🐈‍⬛

WE LOVE BEDROTTINGGGG my plans for tomorrow are just to bedrot bc this week was tiring as hell and my sister’s getting sick so I have preemptively planned to stay in and sleep as much as I physically can in between writing. I am so excited ‼️‼️

PLEASE something about perv Hanji just gets me GOING my ex is fucking trash but he did the most pervy shit sometimes and I just imagine it as Hanji au now to repress the bad memories 😭 I remember we were sexting @ thanksgiving dinner one year while he was literally sitting next to his entire family and he left the table to send me videos of him taking care of himself in the backseat of his car like if that’s not SO Hanji 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE. I would melt

THE MINHO THING PWLWAASSKKEKE I SAW THAT TOO AND I WAS LAUGHING SOOO HARD CHOI MINHO IS THE GREENEST FLAG EVERRRRR NO WAY YALL WANT TO PRETEND HE WAS A BULLY 😭😭 also my dream was v short lived BUT I dreamt that he had to go to work in my place for some reason and run some of my meetings for me and so we met up so he could give me business updates and we were just sitting so close to each other and laughing and getting zero work done LMFAO I remember thing “oh my god I have to fuck this man” PLSLSLWLEKEKSMJS HE’S SO FINE……….

Oh my god that story about your friend is insane 😭 that sucks that she ended up dropping you for the church (she’s missing out on the best friendship frfr) but I hope she’s gotten a little smarter about avoiding weird guys and sorta understanding the implications of what they say :/ my sister used to work at the movies when she was like 16 and one of her coworkers was this 25 year old weirdo who snapchatted her once inviting her to “watch marvel movies together” and we were instantly like OHHHH THAT’S NOT…….

Sagely words of advice from all of us here on stayblr stay away from older men w creep vibes AND don’t pursue anything with anyone who clearly isn’t over their ex 😀😀😀😀😀😀

ALSO BBY I JUST FINISHED COACHELLA STREAMING AAAAHQHWJSMSKS THEY SOMEHOW DID EVEN BETTER THAN LAST WEEK)????? HOWWW IS THAT POSSIBLE…, ALSO “GOLDEN HOUR” NEW COMEBACK IN SUMMER????? IM SO HYPED I LOVE ATEEZ SO MUCH FUCKKKK 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

I love you baby I hope you had the bestttt day !!!!!! 💓💖💘💗

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

[mirsvintagesonytv]

Chuuya and Yuan headcanons bc I saw a post talking about how the fandom hates Yuan and I’ve had enougH!!! So I’m gonna shove my headcanons down ur throats.

Yuan was the one to do Chuuya's hair in the sheep. It used to be super long, and she'd braid it for him so it wouldn't get in his face. When Chuuya decided he wanted it short, Yuan was the one who cut it for him. She's extremely talented at doing other peoples hair, and both Chuuya and Shirase have commented that if they weren't so poor, she should go to beauty school and become a professional. (this is also in reference to her own unique hairstyle, she created that herself)

She was also the one to take Chuuya to the arcade for the first time. Every time they go now, they have a DDR battle, because it's Yuan's favourite, and the one she first showed Chuuya when they were kids

She basically taught him everything he knew about the world, since when they first met he was completely alone, isolated and unaware of anything. Yuan was Chuuya's first and best friend. She taught him to read, write, and even speak to some degree. She's like his sister. Therefore she gets super offended when he grows taller than her.

Yuan is the chef of the sheep. Basically she's the super capable big sister that everyone takes for granted, and so when Chuuya expresses interest in what she's doing, she goes full Gordon Ramsey mode and teaches him how to cook (there were definitely arguments, a lot of swearing, and food thrown around)

Yuan loves Chuuya's ability. She always looks for any excuse for him to use it on her so she can experience being weightless. They started doing the grocery runs together because of this, and Chuuya will use tainted to send Yuan up to the top shelf that neither of them (both being around the same height) can reach.

They also get up to a lot of mischief together, such as stealing shopping carts for joyrides, attempting to ride down large hills on stolen dinner trays from restaurants, using his ability to freak out pensioners, attempting to learn how to skateboard only to fall flat on their asses etc. which Shirase always ends up lecturing them about

Yuan is the only one to know specifics about Chuuya's past. Because she is a very light sleeper compared to the others (cough Shirase cough that man sleeps as hard as a rock prove me otherwise) and is generally quite a skittish person, she often gets woken up by Chuuya's very vivid nightmares. She is the one who will comfort him after them, and over time, Chuuya came to trust her enough to tell her about them and his past in general (what he can remember anyway) She was the only person in the sheep to know about this until Shirase was roped into stormbringer events, and she never told anyone else.

Because they are both essentially stray cats in terms of personality (skittish, untrusting, will bite your hand off if you touch them/approach them wrong) they immediately understand each other/ get along and hence they become close. This also means that Yuan knows how to interact with/manage Chuuya when things are bad, to a degree that Shirase cannot. They are besties your honor.

Short duo. Every time one of them is in an argument with Shirase or another sheep member, they'll give each other piggybacks to make themselves appear taller in front of the other person. They are so synchronised that it's second nature at this point

Yuan really likes Ducks. Chuuya promised her once that they'd get a pet duck one day and name it Grapefruit (one of the meanings of the first Kanji in her name) After Stormbringer events, Chuuya reaches out to Yuan, who is working in a cafe at the time, and pays for her to go to Beauty school to become a hairdresser. He also buys her a pet duck like he'd promised. Dazai had been confused by Chuuya's spending records that month, but he simply passed it off as a tax fraud thing (laundering money thru a duck business slay)

They are still in touch in the current timeline, and ever since Yuan graduated from school she has been the only person Chuuya will go to to get his hair done. He'll also drag along the akutagawa's sometimes, which led to Gin and Higuchi being the biggest Yuan stans there are. (higuchi followed Akutagawa there because she was curious where he got his hair done) They have girl talk!!! Higuchi SWEARS by Yuan's methods. Unfortunatley though, no miracle hairdressing could save akutagawa's eyebrows.

Back in the sheep, whenever Chuuya got injured, Yuan was the only one allowed to treat him because of his medical trauma. She was the only one he trusted enough to let her deal with his injuries. She has the steadiest sewing hand known to man. Even in the future, when Chuuya is in the mafia, he still will occasionally turn up to her shop when he is injured instead of reporting back, simply because he trusts her more than the mafia doctors. This becomes a lot more common after Dazai leaves since he was the only other person trusted with Chuuya when he was injured.

Her salon is called "Grapefruit's house" because of the duck. He just wanders around while people have their hair done. Tips are accepted in bird seed and ice water for Grapefruit <3 and he follows Yuan around everywhere.

Look i just want them to be happy okay??? THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

#bsd #soukoku #chūya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd headcanons #skk #chuuya nakahara #mirs bsd rambling #nakahara chuuya #i like yuan #bsd yuan #she is so underrated #like yeah ik she got like 2 secs of screentime #BUT LEAVE HER ALONE SHE DID NOTHING WRONG WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE HER??? #misogyny (its misogyny) #yuan has a pet duck because i said so #I also really like to idea that chuuya just. used his mafia salary to buy his bestie a pet duck and was like #here now don't kill it #and Yuan was like: #sure okay but its already imprinted on u now #they share custody of grapefruit #also hairdresser yuan came to me bc theres no way shes not talented asf at hair w her hairstyke #like how are you doing that everyday ma'am #slay #if you see typos no you dont

[winterwhisperz-blog]

HI HELLO!!

I did more draws :)

I was SUPPOSED to draw my other touchstarved ocs and get their design down…but instead, I did not do that. (BOOOO ):<)

But you see, Vere is a vry pretty boy and he needs to be drawn. And my oc aarman is also a pretty boy and needs to be drawn. So I drew them both individually, then as chibi’s talking to each other about skin care routines :D

I want to ramble a bit about them but please, continue on to the drawings for I will be talking for awhile 😙 muah muah love u

OKAY NOW IMMA RAMBLE so please don’t mind me 😇

After Aarman gets over his little grudge of Vere saying he smelt like death and the road and that freaking doctor—the two usually talk about skin care, weapons, gossip, and how they’d murder each other(flirting??).

They take awhile to like each other, but once they become closer, Vere gets a bit 🤨 cause Aarman gets curious about Leander and he’s like “Bestie u can do better.”

Vere is probably the second choice for Aarman if Leander an him turn out not to vibe. Definitely an enemies-to-besties-to lovers if that’s the case. And will always keep a slight rivalry even after.

Once becoming friends, Aarman does Vere’s hair sometimes. They do have sleepovers and they are TOP TIER. Full on spa treatments, talk about tea, and one time when Vere fell asleep first (beauty sleep comes first.) Aarman secretly puts Vere’s hair in pretty pigtails before leaving thru the window. (While also giving him a lil smooch on the cheek too because Aarman is just like that.)

Aarman’s definitely asked vere to fight him a lot. To the point where Vere probably gets like— WELL IDK JUST SOMETHING FLIRTY. And Aarman, who promptly doesn’t understand said flirt, is just like “Idk man sounds like ur scared 🙄”

One day Vere finally agrees and thus starts their occasional friendly smack downs. Vere wins a bit more than Aarman does, but puts up a good fight each time and always spices it up to make it fun.

OKAY IM DONE

I COULD GO ON BUT I DONT WANNA MAKE IT TOO LONG AND BECOME ANNOYING

Anyway, If you read all that—thank you, I love you 😌

I hope you have a really good day, find something that interests you, and eat your favorite food!!

Also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH WOOOOOOO

#touchstarved #touchstarved oc #touchstarved vere #touchstarved game #touchstarved art #my ocs #digital art #virtual novel #rambles

[gretchenfinch]

!! !! !! (go bestie show ur blorbos to the world)

xo i owe you my life and i forgor to post this bc i wrote it on my phone and i wanted to post art with it

1. Clementine Zhang (she/her)

What Is There To Be Said About Clem. she's autistic she's adhd she's a mechanical genius she's dumb as fuck she's funny she's insane i love her i want to yeet her through a window

she was from a fairytale curses rpg and her curse was sleeping beauty, aka Getting A Full Night Of Sleep which iirc was predicated by her girlfriend being mad that she worked too hard

she has a mechanical horse which she is so bad at pretending is a real horse. the horse's name is peninsula. it only eats oil

she was named after clementine kesh bc partizan was starting around the time we started playing that. i sketched her appearance for the first time when i was with my mom in the hospital after her surgery. she's SUCH a product of her time

she's an older sister and she's forever mad she's short while her little brother is tall as fuck. her brother went away to school for years and she forgot about him (aka i forgot about him) until he showed up with a fairy wife and a Baby

in the modern au she's just a weird horse girl who's into engineering and scoots everywhere

the funniest part about clem is that me and lav roleplayed AND WROTE her and her girlfriend getting together in a dumb way and then we got together in a similar, somehow dumber way. the dynamics are damn near identical. clem and lia were INSTRUMENTAL for my relationship.

2. Dig Iwatani (he/him)

MY SKRUNKLIEST SCRIMBLO i hate dig i love dig he's the worst Twink ever

so dig started because i wanted to do a star crossed lovers thing when i gmed a space opera rpg and i needed an Antagonist so i made the boy's older sibling be an absolute BITCH of a gay. he's the crown prince he's the golden child he's the worse he's their dad's favorite he's willing to commit murder he's the heir to a fucking mining planet (that's why he's called dig) he used to be with the prince of the whole galactic empire. he's a bitch and i love him so much.

dig in the au is much more interesting imo because while i love princes the dichotomy between him being the heir to his dad's fortune AND being gay is more interesting irl so of course i made his dad, and consequently, dig, homophobic. and then his whole development came from @mira-miranha and i thinking ha wouldn't it be fun if he met this very unapologetically queer character

and then we went wait a minute. what if they Dated

and now i have multiple thousands of words about him overcoming his repression and his guilt and becoming proud of himself and letting go of the caretaker role he assumed for his siblings :) i love him so much i think he deserves the world

3. Galle Boucher (she/her)

I NEVER GET TO TALK ABOUT GALLE

she's such a creature. originally she was part of an amnesia rpg (you know that thing where you don't know your character traits and you have to figure it out little by little) and she was a knight and also a homunculus but that party became incredibly weird morally so she ended up becoming a knight of death herself???? her family is cheese farmers and her appearance was based off of that zendaya joan of arc look and she was ready to fuck

translating that into the au became so much. so she's still from a family of french cheese farmers but in a trip to the uk when she was 16 she got slammed by a car and lost her memory. so this weird dutch guy witnessed the accident and called emergency and all that and he felt responsible for her. so after that near death experience she didn't really feel a connection with her home anymore and became a goth and got adopted by the dutch guy who's not even that much older than her. now she's in mortician school, fucking her rich professor and her wife and the most recent development is of course that she's also fucking/dating nadia whom i love and whom is also rich as fuck from being a mafia princess. actually the most recent development is that she and her dad got a golden retriever named croissant. she's also a boxer and she's now on her way to becoming a wrestler. think about that one lady wrestler who's all goth and shit? that's the exact vibes for galle. her full name is gallebrie anne-marie boucher.

there's a whole thing i wrote about galle where she's gone back to her hometown and she finds out her ex girlfriend is now married with a baby in the way and she's taking care of her mom but she cant remember anyone's names. that was a fun experiment and when i know french i want to rewrite that

thank u for the ask xo sorry i took so long to answer <3

#my art #my ocs #my babies my children my mortal enemies

[trippygalaxy]

I GOT A STORYYYYY, wsp idk why im doin this, but i love ur blog so i wanted to give ya story! U dont have to read it if u dont want to, little ficlet how my reader would react if warriors would wake them up on a free day! Its completely sfw

Readers pov:

You know when your like havin the best sleep ever and you never wanna wake up? Yea, thats me right now. BUT SOME MONO JUST THOUGHT 'they look so peaceful, lets ruin it'. That mono just happened to be warriors

"Y/n? Time to wake up" Warriors said little bit cheerful for my taste. "Alright bestie just hold lemme check the ti-" I froze. I started at my little watch. Im flabbergasted. " Warriors, mama gwrol" i said deathly sweet. " WHY IS YO GOOFY ASS WAKIN MY UP AT 5 AM!?" I yelled at him, i had every reason to cause aint no way someone gonna wake me up and 5 am. " uhhhh, we goin somewhere" I swear i saw sweat drip from his forehead. "GOIN SOMEWHERE?! BESTIE IM PRETTY SURE TIME SAID 'Alright my monkeys, we gonna have a free day tomorrow' SO U BETTER EXPLAIN BOY" Nah this mono really think i was gonna let this slide, crazy. " you know time didnt say it like that" Warriors said with a little chuckle at the end. I side eyed him. " Broski i dont careeeee GO TO SLEEP" i threw the pillow at him while sayin the end. "Ok, ok, get ur beauty sleep my highness" This boy is lucky that he closed the door cause i was finna throw my shoe at him instead. This was gonna be a longggg mornin.

Lol this is what i came up with! Hope this brought a smile to u! Also i hoped u enjoyed this. I HOPE U IS TAKIN CARE OF UR SELF, AND DONT U DARE FORGE5 THAT UR LOVED IF NOT THE PPL THEN BY ME <3 STAT SAFEEE

THIS IS GENIUNLY THE MOST IVE EVER LAUGHED AT A FIC!!!!

YOU GO READER!!! GET HIS ASS! aint no way im letting some asshole wake me at 5 IN THE MORNING TO GO SOMWHERE!! THE ONLY THING IM GOING TO IS BACK TO SLEEP!!

Also i wanna say calling Warriors 'mama gworl and broski' is MY FAVOURITE THING ITS SO FUNNY

thank you for this!! I really do appreciate it <33

#trippy answers #anon ask #tales from the void