#well... she did say she got insta to keep an eye on me... but she was joking. right?

[bad268]

Waking Up in Vegas (Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, Vegas inspired

Warnings: Hungover, alcohol, brief joke about cheating

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1762

Summary: Chaotic wins mean forgotten proposals and spontaneous marriages.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Max's insta from April 14, 2022)

“Did we get hitched last night?” Was not the question you thought to be asking yourself after you woke up hungover from the grand prix after-party. The Las Vegas Grand Prix after-party, that is.

Your head was still pounding to the point you could still feel the bass and vibrations from the music the night before. It was an unexpected win for Max since he started on the third row (rare), but when the silver arrows collided (replay 2016) and Ferarri fucked up Charles’s strategy, it only took a few laps to get in front of Lando. The raw speed of Max’s Red Bull was still not comparable to the McLaren. That’s what led to you both getting fucked at a popular nightclub on the strip. In all honesty, you were not even sure how you made it back to your hotel room, but you were not going to question it.

“I don’t think so, but I don’t remember,” Max groaned, turning to hide his face in your neck. “I bet Daniel would know. He’s probably the one who got us back. Either him or Charles.”

“I ask because I’m wearing a ring,” you chuckled as you looked at your left hand. Max’s head shot out of your neck to see the ring. His eyes widened immediately, causing you to get concerned. “Do you remember anything from last night? It’s all blank for me.”

“No,” he trailed off. He hesitated for a minute as he looked up to meet your eyes before dropping his head again with a shy smile as his face heated up. “I just…”

“You can be honest, Max,” you gently pushed. You moved down on the bed, so you were leaning on your side, face to face with Max. “Unless it was cheating. In that case, I would rather remain blissfully unaware.”

“No, it’s not that,” he laughed nervously.

“Then, it cannot be as bad as you think,” you reassured. “Trust me. You can tell me anything. Nothing could top walking in on Daniel singing, ‘She Keeps Me Up,’ in Austin last year. That was awkward.”

“No, it’s not that bad,” he laughed sincerely this time as he finally brought himself to look into your eyes. “I recognize the ring.”

“Oh, is it yours?” You asked back immediately, moving to take the jewelry off. “You can have it back.”

“No! I mean yes!” He rushed, grabbing your hand to stop you from removing the ring. “What I’m saying is I bought the ring for you, schat (darling).” He stopped to give you a minute to register the information. Your eyes grew wide as the gears in your head started to turn.

“You bought it for me?” You whispered back, looking back at your hand which is still being held by Max.

“I mean, I would have wanted to remember if I proposed, but I guess it worked out either way,” he chuckled, becoming shy again.

“Then ask me again,” you replied, pulling back to sit up in bed. You realized that you were wearing one of Max’s shirts, yet you still could not remember anything from the night before. You pushed that from your mind as you continued reassuring Max. “If you’re so pressed about it, ask me again. Right now.”

“I had a whole day planned out,” He jokingly whined, moving to sit up as well. This is when you noticed that Max was wearing grey sweatpants while shirtless.

“Well, now I’ll be expecting it,” You joked back, reaching out to hold both of his hands. “I don’t need anything extravagant. I just want you, Max.”

“If I ask you to marry me now, we’d need to either plan the wedding quickly to do it over the winter break or wait a year,” Max pointed out with a sigh.

“Max, you're forgetting where we are,“ You laughed, “We’re in Vegas!”

“Our families will go crazy if they find out we got married in Vegas, and they weren’t here for it, liefde (love),” Max chuckled as he shook his head. He wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you onto his lap, leaning his head onto your shoulder as he held you.

“I highly doubt your dad will care,” You retorted quickly, placing your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you. “And it’s not like we will not have a ceremony eventually. I don’t really want to have a whole wedding, but we could host a party during the summer break with all of our friends and family. We could make vows for it too. We wouldn’t be rushed to plan a wedding or wait a whole year for it. Plus, I want your last name as soon as possible.”

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Max joked as he leaned in to place a short kiss on your lips. “I would have proposed a lot sooner if I knew.”

“I thought I was dropping enough hints! It’s been seven years, Max!” You chuckled, leaning back a little. “You know, in some of the States, we are technically considered married already.”

“Then I see no other reason to wait,” Max chuckled, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. “Can’t wait to make you Mx. Verstappen.”

Just as you both started leaning in, the moment was interrupted by knocking at the door. You both got out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt in the process. Max moved toward the door as you started making tea/coffee and grabbed out meds to calm the still-raging hangover you had. As soon as Max opened the door, what felt like half of the grid fell into the room. In reality, it was just Charles, Daniel, Lando, and Liam.

“What the hell?” Max laughed as he helped Charles stand up after Daniel, Lando, and Liam practically threw themselves into the room, and accidentally tripped the Monegasque in the process. They all just walked in and piled on the sofa, leaving Max to sarcastically say, “Why don't you come in?”

“Is there a reason you all flooded our room?” You asked as you walked toward where Max was sitting to give him his mug. Instead of letting you move to sit in another seat, Max pulls you to sit on his lap. “Not that we don’t love hanging out with you lot, but we have plans for later.” You really should have expected them to all start talking at the same time, but you did not

“Someone dared us to jump into the fountains,” Lando chuckled.

“I did not agree to be the chaperone last night,” Liam sighed.

“I saw a video of Max proposing last night,” Charles said.

“Honestly thought one of us was gonna get alcohol poisoning,” Daniel admitted.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You shouted over the group. “Back up. Take a breath. Who remembers last night?”

“You guys made me the chaperone because I didn’t race, so I didn’t drink anything,” Liam complained. “You all got piss drunk like I’m talking 5 drinks each minimum. Oscar jokingly told Lando to jump into the fountain, but he pulled you and Max with him. That was pretty funny honestly. Max also told his entire plan of proposing to you to Alex, completely forgetting you were there until you suggested getting married in Vegas. Max said something about in the morning, and then we got kicked out of the club.”

“Not who I expected to have been the responsible one, but okay,” Max whispered into his mug as he took a drink.

“Thanks for being responsible, Liam. I’ll cover you next time,” You said to the Kiwi. “Speaking of last night, though, the plans for today were to go get married before our flight out, and we need at least one witness. Do you guys want to come?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Lando replied quickly. “I call dibs on being the photographer!”

“No, I’m a much better photographer than him!” Daniel protested, “Plus, I've known them longer.”

“I mean Lando you can be the photographer for the ceremony and Daniel can do the actual wedding if you want,” You offered.

“No, I want to do the real thing!” Lando complained.

“Then I’ll do today, deal?” Daniel compromised.

“Deal,” Lando agreed.

“Good, because photographers can't get drunk at the wedding or be part of the wedding party,” Daniel boasted with a smug look toward the McLaren driver.

“Wait, that’s not fair! Max!” Lando looked to you and Max for help.

“You agreed to it,” Max laughed. “There’s nothing we can really do, Lando.”

“We could also just hire a photographer, so you’re both included in the wedding?” You suggested the obvious. “Either way, we should probably get ready to head out now. Our flight leaves at like 7 right? You guys also probably have debriefs too.” Receiving nods in response, you stood up to make your way to the bathroom. “Then we better get ready.”

~

Las Vegas was not as enhancing as it was the night before. It was missing the infamous Vegas lights as all the glitz and glam was replaced with normal street lights and normal activities. There was still the occasional impersonator on the corner, but nothing seemed too extravagant. It was like Las Vegas had an on-off switch.

When you all walked out of the hotel, it was still 2 PM, and everything just seemed too normal for what you were about to do. The drivers met up with their teams for the debrief as you explored around the strip and had a little spree. By the time the debrief finished up, those Vegas lights were appearing and the city was livening up. It was nearing 5 o'clock as your group made its way to one of the (surprisingly) many chapels on the strip.

“This is the most un-serious thing we have ever done,” Max laughed as you both stood at the small alter, separated by an Elvis impersonator. Neither of you had packed anything super fancy, so you were wearing white and red feather boas provided by the chapel. “My mom is going to be so mad.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining about it. Isn’t that what matters?” You laughed with him. “As long as we get a real party after this, I think it’ll be a funny story. Plus, we were never ones to follow the rules.”

The ceremony went on filled with laughs. In the end, it did not matter if it was serious or not because all that mattered was you were pronounced as Mr. and Mx. Verstappen.

~~~~~

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[lcandothisallday]

Okay jack concept here: the reader & him dated in the past but even though they broke up his family still talks to her & invite her to a gathering in hopes to get her & jack back together because they know how much they both miss each other & whatever they do works because in the end they’re back together

Promises - Jack Harlow x f!reader

note: damn this is looongg😅 sorry but uh i hope y’all enjoy. haven’t written anything in a MINUTE

When you moved to Louisville in your senior year of highschool, you never expected to fall in love. In fact, that was the last thing on your mind, hoping to stay focused on your studies in preparation for university—but Jack Harlow was one persistent motherfucker.

“Come on Y/N!” Jack exclaimed as he chased you down the long school hallway, his hand reaching for your arm to stop you from walking away. The last bell finally rung and you were desperate to go home. “Why won’t you give me a chance?” he pouted, looking down at you adorably with his big bulky glasses and his curly hair pushed out of his eyes.

You let out a sigh as you stared up at him. You couldn’t deny that you thought he was cute…but he was the popular guy in school. This had to be some sick joke.“Jack…just drop it—”

“No! Tell me why first!” he insisted. “If you don’t like me or if you think I’m ugly then just say that! I can handle rejection.”

Upon hearing that, your eyes widened. “What? No! Of course I don’t think you’re ugly…I just…why me?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Guys don’t usually like me,” you sigh. “Plus I know guys like you. You’re a player. Only intrigued now because I’m new but when I give in you’ll use me then throw me to the curb for the next girl…that’s why I don’t wanna give you a chance.”

Jack licked his lips, his hands rubbing down his smooth face. “Well the guys where you’re from clearly didn’t have good taste…and I promise it’s not just cause you’re new. Just one date? I won’t hurt you…I promise.”

“One date Jack Harlow. We’ll see how it goes.”

And for the most part, Jack kept his promise. The years went on perfectly. You two managed to fall in love and he was all of your major firsts. You supported him all throughout his career but you always chose to stay private, not wanting to be in the spotlight or public eye which he supported.

And since then too, your relationship with his family grew exponentially. At first his Mom was a bit hesitant, fearing that you’d break his heart but the more she got to know you and spend time with you, you easily became the daughter she never had. She loved you like her own and it wasn’t quite a Harlow family gathering without you being there by Jack’s side.

However, it seemed as though everything changed when he did his Chicken Shop date interview. It was no secret that Jack had a major glowup and that interview in particular sparked the internet’s interest in the upcoming rapper, even being deemed as the new ‘white boy of the month’ and the internet’s boyfriend. That’s when the problems started.

Jack bit his lip in contemplation as he watched you get prepared for bed. You were standing in front of the mirror, finishing up your skincare routine by applying your moisturizer. Once done, you made your way into the bed and raised your brow at your boyfriend.

“Why do I feel like you have something you wanna tell me?” you laughed.

Jack took in a breath and ran a loose hand through his curls. “Look ma—the team thinks you should take down all of our photos together on insta.” You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him.

“Why?”

He lets out a sigh. “They think it’ll be better if we stay private for my brand—” You can’t help but scoff at his response. “Is that what you think too?” you ask him.

Jack groans, “baby it’s what’s best for my career at the moment…it’s better if people think I’m single to keep up that persona they’re going for. Plus you don’t even like being in the spotlight—”

“Yeah but I still like posting my boyfriend,” you interrupt with a frown. “Plus I’m already private on Instagram.”

“Ma, fans always find a way to get that shit even if you're super private,” Jack sighed. “Please baby? They really think it’s better this way. And it won’t change anything about us…I love you and it just means we get to be more private about our relationship without fans getting in the way especially with the sudden interest,” he persuaded sweetly—but it was more like manipulation unbeknownst to you.

You sigh before nodding reluctantly. “Okay…I’ll archive all of the photos of us,” you reassure.

Jack grinned as he swiftly cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re the best ma.”

While it did partly not sit right with you that he wanted to hide your relationship from the public, you also heard many celebrity stories of relationships ending because of overbearing fans so you decided for the time being, it was the right choice.

As Jack gained more attention within the industry, he also gained much more attention from women which truth be told, was starting to become a difficulty.

Jack sat on the couch with his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples. “Ma you gotta calm down—”

“No I’m not gonna calm down! You were flirting with her on camera! I keep trying to be understanding of how all of this can help your career but you’re constantly direspecting me either by flirting with other girls or having them up all over you!” you exclaim. “It’s not fair to me.”

Jack let out an annoyed groan. “I told you it meant nothing but gaining a connection! Her team literally contacted me to do a song together so it’s obviously for work!” he yelled.

You take in a breath as your eyes collect with tears. “It still hurts to see Jack! You do it too much now--it's like you enjoy that extra attention,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t…I don’t wanna be private anymore. I want people to know you have a girl,” you sniffle.

Jack clenched his jaw and his hands balled up into fists. “I’m not doing this right now Y/N!"

“If you keep acting like you’re single then you’re gonna end up single Jack…”

“Yeah well maybe that’s what the both of us need right now.”

And just like that, a relationship that lasted nearly five years went down the drain and it hurt more than anything you’d ever experienced before. His family took it quite hard, having to get adjusted to you not being around anymore.

Whenever his mom would see you around Louisville, she always made the effort to stop you and spend however long just chatting it up with you. You thought it was adorable and it truly warmed your heart that his family still loved you despite the relationship ending but the reminder still hurt.

This time, you bumped into his mom at the grocery store and she wasn’t going to let you go easily.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed. “Haven’t seen you around in a while!” she continued with a hum. You let out a polite chuckle, hoping the conversation would end quickly.

“It’s nice to see you Maggie,” you say genuinely. “And yeah, I’ve been in and out of the city trying to find a job somewhere more exciting,” you chuckle. Since you didn’t really have Jack anymore to tie you to Louisville, you thought it was best to venture out more for work, either in New York or California.

Maggie frowned playfully, “then we’d be missing you,” she rebutted. You let out a laugh before shrugging. “Nothing keeping me here anymore,” you say, hoping she’d catch the tiny hint. “Even my parents moved back to where we’re from.”

Maggie nodded in understanding and the both of you enter a sort of silence before she spoke up again. “He misses you you know?”

You can’t help but scoff, shaking your head at her comment. “No he does not…he’s happy living the single life he’s wanted since he got signed to his label,” you mumble.

“Sweetheart—that isn’t true—”

“Then why hasn’t he reached out since then?” you ask, eyes beginning to tear up. “It’s been months and if he missed me then he would’ve done…something,” you sigh.

Maggie licked her lips and nodded. “Well we miss you,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ve gotten used to you being around so how about you come over this weekend for dinner?” she suggested.

You instantly shake your head. “I don’t think that’s quite a good idea—”

“You’d be coming for me. Please.”

“But—” as you go to reject once more, you knew that you couldn’t turn Maggie down. “Okay fine.”

Maggie beamed and reached to give you a hug. “I’ll see you Saturday at six then!”

Saturday rolls around and you approach the Harlow house with a heavy and anxious heart. You really didn’t want to be there but you hated to disappoint Maggie. You ring the doorbell and as always, she greets you with the warmest smile and hug.

You cautiously enter and slightly inspect the house for any signs that Jack was home. When you were pretty certain that he wasn’t, you let out a heavy breath of relief and aim to enjoy your time with Maggie.

Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, Druski, and Clay were all sat in the backyard of his home, chatting it up. It was dark out so it wasn’t easy to look out into the backyard from inside the house, but it was much easier to look into the house from the backyard.

“Bro…” Druski began, smacking Jack’s arm to get his attention. “Isn’t that your ex girl?” he asked, pointing towards the window that showed into the kitchen. Jack glanced over and his eyes went wide as he saw you laughing with his mom. “What the fuck?” Jack mumbled under his breath, getting up and storming into the house in frustration.

Upon seeing her son storm in, Maggie smiled knowingly. “Nice of you to join us Jackman,” she hummed.

“What the fuck is she doing here?!” he practically yelled, causing you to wince. Maggie stood her ground and looked at her son sternly. “I invited her to have dinner with us—”

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you mumble quietly. Jack scoffed. “It’s my parents house—why wouldn’t I be here?” he spat back in question.

You take in a steady breath, your hands slightly shaking from the anxiety you were experiencing. As you go to respond, Maggie steps in. "Mind your manners Jackman. She came out of respect for me because I kept incessantly asking," she stated matter of factly.

Jack could only groan in annoyance, before he waved off his mom. "Whatever man--enjoy your dinner," he mumbled, causing his mother to raise her brows in questions. "Are you not joining us for dinner?"

The curly haired man let out a snarky puff of air before shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah--I've got guests in the backyard," he replied as he walked straight out.

As Jack walked back out through the sliding glass doors to the backyard once again, Urban shot up from his chair with wide eyes. "Dude! What are you doing back out here?" he exclaimed in question and shock. "All you've been doing the past fucking 6 months was sulk around and complain about missing her and now that you've got a chance right in front of you you're psyching yourself out?"

"It's not that easy," Jack mumbled while shaking his head with stubbornness.

“I don’t know what happened in there but this is quite literally your one and only chance to win her back otherwise—”

“Otherwise you’re gonna have to let her go completely,” Druski jumped in matter of factly. “Cos a girl like that sure as hell ain’t gonna wait up on a dude like you forever.” Urban agreed which caused Jack to sigh. He knew they were right—he was just to scared to admit it.

“What if she doesn’t want me? What if she’s been done with me?” he asked.

Urban smirked, “then she wouldn’t be at your house having dinner with your mom dumbass. Now go!” he exclaimed, pushing Jack back towards the back entrance of the house.

Jack slipped in and raised his brow when he saw his mom sitting at the table alone. “Where’s y/n?”

Maggie sighed and pointed towards the front door. “She’s about to leave—said she didn’t feel comfortable staying after upsetting you.”

“Shit,” Jack muttered under his breath, rushing to the front of the house and swinging open the front door. Luckily you hadn’t gotten far, just about to unlock your car and get in. “Y/n can we talk?” he asked exasperatedly, running a hand through his curls that had gotten much longer since the last time you’d seen him.

You let out a sigh and turn to face Jack. “You’ve already said all you needed to. I should’ve respected you and not come and I’m sorry—”

“But I’m glad you came,” Jack interrupted quickly. “I know I didn’t show it in there but I am…y/n I miss you,” he confessed quietly.

You can’t help but scoff. “Yeah well you have a pretty funny way of showing that—”

Jack furrowed his brows, “how did you expect me to react? You showed up unannounced and caught me off guard,” he defended.

You rolled your eyes and the both of you stood silent for a moment before Jack cleared his throat. "Do you miss me too?” he asked, his voice timid.

You let out a sigh. “Even if I did Jack we clearly don’t work.”

“My mindset on all of this has changed. Ever since I dropped the second album and finished up the tour, I realized this life ain’t sustainable and that I needed to be more lowkey…I think part of me needed to experience it first to know,” he explained with a sigh. “I’m sorry it took hurting you to realize that but I know now and I wanna pick up where we left off,” he breathed out, nervous that you’d reject him.

Your brows furrowed at his words. “You’re assuming I haven’t already moved on—”

“You wouldn’t be here if you did,” Jack stated confidently, standing tall as he reiterated what Urban had said earlier.

He had caught you slightly off guard with that statement, causing your face to heat up and for you to be at a loss for words. "T-That doesn't mean I'm ready to jump back into thin--"

"Do you love me?"

"Jack--"

"Y/N, do you love me?" Jack asked again, inching his way closer to you. "You're gaslighting me," you mumbled, narrowing your eyes as you peered up at him.

The curly haired man couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "It really is a simple question," he shrugged. You couldn't deny the heat that came from Jack's body as he moved closer to you, his piercing blue eyes fixated on yours. You could feel his breath on your neck as he whispered, "I want to hear you say it...I need to hear you say it," he sighed softly, damn near begging you at that point from fear of losing you.

Your heart was racing, your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. You wanted to say it, to scream it from the rooftops. But something held you back--the thought of him hurting you again or going back to his ways even after he claimed he worked on himself terrified you.

"Of course I love you," you finally confessed, looking away from him as your cheeks flared up with heat.

Jack's hand cupped your chin, turning your face back towards his. "Look at me," he demanded softly. "I want to see it in your eyes."

You met his gaze, and as the intensity of his stare bore into you, you felt a wave of desire wash over you. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Say it again," he breathed.

"I love you," you whispered, and before you could say another word, Jack's mouth was on yours, his hands roaming freely over your body. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you, lost in a passion that couldn't be extinguished.

Eventually when the two of you pulled away, Jack kept close, resting his forehead against yours. "I'll be better to you, I promise," he spoke against your lips. "I ain't losing you again."

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[wowitsverycool]

YOU — “Kim, take a note for me.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant catches on immediately and pulls out his notebook.

YOU — “Here in Martinaise, it’s one *little* move and then it’s ‘dead, dead, dead, dead, dead-”

TITUS HARDIE — The leader scowls and quickly interrupts. “What we did wasn’t an *instant kill.* Any man *worth anything* could’ve survived it, but that ain’t exactly what mercenaries are known for, is it, copper?”

COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] — Shit, he’s got you there.

RHETORIC [Medium: Sucess] — What? No he hasn’t. Tell him how he’s wrong. There’s no way *anyone* could have survived that.

[Rhetoric - Challenging 12] Convince Titus that hanging the dead man was an instantly deadly move.

“*Cough* Anyway..”(Proceed)

RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] — You need to use an *allegory.* A reference. Use different terms to make him understand why he’s wrong.

YOU — “Okay. If I..”

RHETORIC — What’s something else, something that’s obviously fatal?

YOU — “If I chop you up in a *meat grinder* and the only thing that comes out that’s left of you is your *eyeball*, you’re-“

TITUS HARDIE — The gruff man has now fallen silent, eyes wide open.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] — Half in amusement, half in disbelief.

RHETORIC — That’s the face of someone being *convinced.* Keep going!

YOU — “*Laugh* You’re probably dead! You are probably going to..”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant has closed his notebook now. He stares at you, dumbfounded.

Esprit De Corps [Challenging: Success] — Thinking, “Is he trying to threaten them?”

THE GARDENER — The woman watching has clearly come to the same conclusion. She’s about to interrupt you and defend them.

YOU — “Not *you.* I’m just saying, like.. If somebody were to push you into a meat grinder, and your- one of your *finger bones* was still intact, they’re not gonna pick it up and go ‘Oh well, see? It wasn’t that- it wasn’t lethal, it wasn’t an insta-kill move. You’ve still got this part of your *FINGER* left..”

-1 Morale

SUGGESTION [Easy: Failure] — You sound completely deranged.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] — Your voice shakes.

YOU — “..N..No, I’m not gonna put you into a meat grinder.. I’m not gonna put you into a meat grinder! ..No! I’m making a reference to the fact that, like, if I, if I were to get fucking *killed*.. I don't know, you know what I’m SAYING!”

FAT ANGUS — The one in the back is genuinely terrified.

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[masonmiamor]

sunset vows - - mason mount x reader.

gif not mine! 

A quick thank you once again to @masonspulisic for helping me out with the fic and the insta au, linked here! And to @masonm19 who helped me write and get feedback as well!! 

Summary: The anticipated day is here, and you can’t help but share and remember the feelings together along the orange horizon. 

feedback is appreciated! do not copy my work, please and thank you!

“Y/n! It's so great to see you honey!” another cheery voice said for the hundredth time that evening. You hugged and kiss their cheeks greeting them, you showed them the venue before taking a deep breath and sighing. You were at this for almost two hours, at your own wedding, playing as the event organizer but also the bride.

After your party planner got sick three days before your wedding only you and Mason knew what to do and how it would go down. You hadn't sat down or even eaten the entire day as you were in charge of mostly everything, but things were going to plan and that's the only thing that mattered. Mason was now your husband, but he didn't want the stress solely to rely on you, so he had christian to also help, a closest and dearest friend of you two.

“Do you mind taking over? I need to take a breather,” you said to your best friend who quickly nodded and handed you a bottle of water. “Go ahead, take your time, I have things handled,” she gave you a quick hug and helped you re-touch your makeup and change out of your wedding gown to more of a simple but silky dress that fit the evening.

You walked out the double doors to the outdoor area, breathing in the sea air. You and Mason agreed on having your wedding on a small secluded island with your friends and family, trying to keep it private but very special and memorable, and so far it has been. The first night you arrived here together, spending the entire night to early morning reminiscing how you got here today.

“When you first saw me, what was your first thought?” you said, taking a swing of your beer. Mason chuckled and looked at his hands, “I remember thinking you were the most beautiful girl in the room, Like Christmas morning, but I also thought you were with Puli.” You turned to him with your brows drawn in confusion, but a small smile plastered on your face, “What? Actually?”

“Yep. But when he told me he wasn’t with you, I knew it was faith,” he said kissing your temple after. Mason brought you closer and hugged you by your waist, “I remember planning what I would say every time I wanted to talk with you, rehearsing my words, repeating them in my head, and then quickly forgetting them. Christian always reassured me that you were easy and so sweet to talk to” he laughed, “And he was right. He played cupid for us.”

“What about you? What was your first thought?” he asked you, with a cheeky grin on his face, full dimples showing. “Honestly… I didn't know who you were. I just thought you were someone else in the room who was there to have a good time. I just remember thinking you were mysterious, weird, I know. But I caught your gaze many times on me and I wanted to know more of you, and what you did…” you say shyly.

“And look where that got us…” he implied, “Y/n look at me,” Mason grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to face his brown eyes dilating, “I love you so much. This, what we're about to do is the best thing that could ever happen to me. Meeting you has been the most special thing that has happened to me and I would repeat and do it all over again if it's to repeat history with you. Every laugh, kiss, hug, even tears, everything,” he breathed out.

You giggled and closed the gap between, your lips pressing against his softer ones, sinking into his touch slowly. “I love you, Mason. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.”

The second day you had all the inlaws come in, adjusting them into the rented-out homes and villas, the third night was having the bachelor parties, many drinks and games later everyone had passed out on the couch, you and Mason snuck out and watched the moon by the shore. Discussing your future, the plans after the wedding, and much more.

“I want three kids. Two boys and one girl,” Mason says grabbing a bite of the red velvet cake from the bachelor party. “Imagine our kids? Your eyes, my dashing smile, the locks of hair? I can’t wait for it,” Mason gushes. “Me either but I want to be selfish and have time for myself with you first. Kids are a definite answer but right now, let it just be us. And maybe a German shepherd?” you say, giggling when you see the white frosting on the corners of his mouth, dragging your finger to clean it off.

“I want to finish my degree and buy that white Georgian house we drove by the other day. Can you picture us there? With our small family and dog? Maybe own some farm animals? Picture the sunsets and bonfires in the summer, some holidays with our friends and family. I want it with you,” you said watching as Mason kept an intense gaze at you.

“You have me…” Mason whispered, “I'm not going anywhere that isn't with you,” he promises. “That house is guaranteed now. We will spend so many memories together, and cherish them for us to later show our kids,” Mason says. You quietly talk and relish more time as it becomes late.

“I don't want us to go back…” he groaned when looking at the late time. You yawned and covered your mouth, “I don’t either, but we need our sleep for today, baby,” you say, pressing a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m going to have to impatiently and anxiously wait for you for hours… I don't know if I can handle that,” he said hiding his head in the crook of your neck. Clingy Mason was your favorite, but right now you wanted to sleep.

“I'm sure I can maybe sneak out if time allows us,” you say, knowing inside you were just messing and teasing with him. “Really?” he said excitedly, his head quickly coming back up and searching for assurance. “No. No can do. If the girls find out, they’ll kill me. I don't want to show up to the ceremony covered in red, wouldn't be a good look,” you say laughing at his reaction. Mason playfully rolled his eyes, which caused you to laugh harder.

“I’ll be thinking about this…”

All of the friends you brought out help for the big day. Sophia helped with hair and makeup insisting she wanted to do it, Paula and Andrea helped steam the white dress to perfection, and other captured the moment. Christian, who played cupid, made sure Mason wouldn't leave the house he was in as he wanted to see you, he also was the ring bearer and brought the customized rings during the ceremony. It was perfect. Everything.

Now you find yourself here hours later. The sand beneath you felt cool and fresh, the sky appeared in different colors, and you had a sense of warmth inside you as you looked around on the small island. You carried your heels in one hand, feeling the cool breeze as you walked around picking sea shells. “Everything okay?” a familiar voice said behind you. You smiled and looked down before feeling a hug from behind. Mason's cheek rested on the top of your head, breathing in your coconut shampoo and other hair products. “Couldn’t be better,” you replied.

You felt him smile, and then place a small kiss on your blushed cheek, “Come with me, let’s take a breather. I haven’t been able to see or hold you since the church,” he says, interlocking your hands and taking hold of your heels. His once black jacket was off, and now just wearing the white button-up with the buttons undone on top and dress slacks. His hair is messy because of the air blows, but his freckles shine in the golden hour.

“You changed dresses?” Mason asked along the water, you nodded happily, “I did! I didn’t want my gown to get dirty with all the sand here, memory purposes. I got this dress here today,” you let go of his hand and did a small turn, to which he chuckled and hugged you by your waist, his hands guiding down dangerously low.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, Mason grabs your left hand and kisses over your knuckles placing a small delicate kiss on your ring finger where both bands appear. Your eyes glim at the soft but intimate gesture, you tiptoe and kiss him, him groaning at the sweet taste along your lips.

“It doesn't feel real, you know?” you say looking out to the orange sky. “It feels like a dream… Today has felt like a dream and I'm scared to wake up that it is,” you joke. He grabs your hand again, “It isn't a dream. It's real baby. Today we officially got married, and it's real. Although this sky isn't…” Mason says following your gaze out. “Gimme your hand,” you say watching as his larger palm reaches out for your touch. “Dance with me,” you say beaming when he pulls you closer, “With pleasure.”

Your hand rest on his chest while his is secured on your waist, your hands interlocked as you move slowly. “You know this technically counts as our first dance,” he points out, you nod not caring, “It does but… take a look” You pause your movements. “Would you rather have this where it's just us two who can relish the precious moment, or have everyone look at you dance nervously?” you continue.

“Are you calling my dancing terrible?” he gasps offended, “I mean… Technically as your wife I vowed to be forever truthful so… yes?” you tease watching his mouth grow open. He picks you up and spins you in a circle, hearing your giggles grow louder and then the pleads to stop. “Take it back,” he says setting you down, you shake your head and cross your arms, “I love you but no,” you shrug your shoulders.

After a bicker of back and forth, he takes out the disposable camera and takes pictures of you. Mason's chest feelings soft and cold, his heart beating fast as he watches you smile and laugh, he knows it's real. He watches as you fix your hair, tugging and adjusting the dress, posing from one side to another, he knows it's real.

Your heart beats out your chest as you observe your husband roll up his sleeves to take pictures, after all these years he never fails to make you nervous even if it's the smallest movement. The chilling feeling along your spine when you bring the camera to your eye, adjusting the lighting before clicking the button to capture the moment. You know it's real when he runs towards you, grabbing the camera and facing it up to take the picture of both of you.

His pearly white teeth and dimples pop as he captures another shot, his hair is a full-on mess but it looks so adorable and so him. You walk hand in hand back to the reception, laughing when a worried Christian walks out the double doors. “What's wrong? It looks like you've seen a ghost,” Mason jokes, Christian giving him an “Are you serious look” at him.

“I cannot possibly deal with another person asking me why I'm single, or if it's okay for them to put me on their daughter,” he speaks his hands thrown in the air. “Why don't the two of you come back, and finally make the awaited Mr. and Mrs. Mount appearance?” he suggests with a forced smile.

“I love you both but it will get out of control if people don’t notice the newlyweds are there… Kai keeps having to tell everyone you're getting ready-” Christian continues to ramble, you take his hands and tell him to breathe. “We were just coming back, I can't thank you enough for helping the both of us out today. We can wait for you to take a breather and then start. How does that sound?” Mason says coming next to you to pat him on the back. “I don't need a breather… I need a drink and to find my date” Christian says chuckling. The trio walks inside, and Christian disappears with his date after finding her by the bar.

“Ready Mrs. Mount?” Mason says kissing the back of your palm. “Ready than ever,” you give him a quick kiss, suddenly becoming nervous about the walk. “It'll be okay. Just follow my lead, I'm right here,” he whispers in your ear calming you down. You hear the DJ call out on the “Now please, give a round of applause to Mr. and Mrs. Mount,” and tighten your grip on Mason’s hold.

“I love you, handsome. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.”

click here for the full insta au!!

not my au credits to @masonspulisic !!! all her doing 🤭💕💕

#mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount blurb #mm19

[mysticbeaver]

10 for rolf and kevin boy, 11 for kevrolf, 12, 16 & 22 for rolf and kevin boy 😁

Under the cut

10. What's your favourite piece of fanart for Kevin / Rolf?

For Kevin I'd say any fanart by guainumbi, like this one. (Fun fact - although they deactivated ages ago I found the artist on insta and I got in touch with them... they were really happy to hear of people still enjoying their old fanart 😊). Another honorable mention is chocowhomps' awesome stuff, their transmasc Kev AU is kinda out there, but you gotta respect that kind of passion and commitment.

For Rolf I'm thinking this this Rolf galore by mariekanker, they always draw him sooo scrunkly shsjdshjd💥. And shape101's portrayals of Rolf's family and all the OCs they made were fun to see.

11. What's your favourite piece of fanart for kevrolf?

It's gotta be this masterpiece. It blows my mind that it's got WAY much more notes than any other kevrolf fanart (getting close to 1k I think! wtf, that's like top eene posts... well, apart from that ship we don't talk about). I'm also fond of this doodle thing, maybe one of the first ones I ever saw, and it's so ancient I used to think it was done by a storyboard artist, but someone confirmed to me it came from Brah-J (kik0thek1ller) on deviantart (they did fanart way back when the show was still on I think)

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

In my deeper brainrot moments I've definitely imagined some zombie survival AU, mostly to entertain myself. It's a common AU idea, I know (oh no, now I'm remembering @torra-and-the-toons's unfinished In The Ed comic, oh the memories... *rubs eyes*)

16. Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

No way haha, I'm kinda reserved about how I spend my time, let alone being in a 20+ year old cartoon fandom. But I guess I could have some fun chats with my big sis about it cause she knows me well for the loonie I am 🤣 and she's a tv show addict anyway.

22. Give us a headcanon for Kevin / Rolf

-Kevin is a bit touch-starved (surprise surprise, I keep drawing parallels between him and Eddy lol), it's kinda self-inflicted because of the tough guy persona he puts up, and how high-strung he secretly is while pretending to be "chill". I think Nazz in her sensitivity might realize this eventually and help him be more genuine with himself and others. Rolf and her should give him some surprise hugs 😁 although it would annoy him (this fanart is sweet btw)

-Despite his frustrations, deep down Rolf is very grateful of his surroundings and how tolerant and friendly everyone is with him, and he grows more conscious of this as he grows up. He could have been a lot more unlucky, especially in school, a kid like that would be a prime target for bullying.

#thanks for the ask DDyke!! hehe #I put way too much effort in these #asks

[toomuchracket]

has d word girlie mentioned what happened to her on the hawaii trip to anyone who wasn’t with them? still pissed at matty that day, cause he couldn’t read the signals. *sigh* that man.

someone else asked if you'd told bff mrs mac and the answer is YES you did!! ross attempting to stop his wife murdering matty was actually futile, but at least he got to protect you a bit in the process. anyway - mrs mac (who isn't there because she's pregnant with keir and at home with eilidh) replies to your insta stories on the boat (cute selfies of you and ross and the rest of the fun boat crew) like "oh, you all look so good! where's shortarse?", and you're like "lol *insert his ex's name* is also here and he's on the other boat with her :) he was slightly upset i decided to stay with the girls for a catchup but he pointed out that we'll all end up at the same dock anyway so i suppose it's fine". and she's like "you're fucking joking", and you're like "wish i was lmfao. he doesn't seem to realise i'm uncomfy and she's flirting. but it is what it is ig. ross is keeping an eye on me, bless him". she's like "well, as long as you're alright, lovely", and then decides to deal with her fuckwit of a friend - right after the backflip debacle (perfect timing, honestly), matty gets a message from mrs mac that just says "cunt", and he's all surprised pikachu about it like "what????", and she's like "you fucking PROMISED you wouldn't hurt her, and you're letting your ex hang off you like a fucking leech? i can't fucking believe you, matthew. get a fucking grip". matty panics because oh my god he IS doing that, and he's like "did she tell you she's upset?", and mrs mac's like "she didn't have to. use your fucking brain for once. nobody would be happy about being in her shoes right now. i realise it might be hard for you since you need more attention than fucking tinkerbell, but i suggest you get off your arse right now and fix this, before both she and i never speak to you again". we all know what happens, he makes the effort and it's fine in the end, but mrs mac is not for forgiving him easily; you literally have to reassure her 39029 times that it's all ok now, and even then it takes her a minute to believe it lol. she has your back!

also, fully creased at "*sigh* that man". iconic <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #angst asks #d word matty #dad!ross

[lxv2u-attack]

-> CHOI YENA • NSFW ALPHABET

choi yena x fem!reader [written headcanons] word count: 1.1k warning nsfw, voyeurism lowercase intended genre smut, established relationship, crack(?) -> a/n 1 : this is my first nsfw fic (?) so im a lil nervous to post it ahh- i hope this dosent flop but ill definitely be grateful for any amount of notes i get<33 if theres anything u think i might need some polishing on plz tell me!! im super open to criticism as long as its done with good intent lol hope u enjoy!!!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

very clingy, she'll hold you like her life depends on it. will lay on top of you no matter what position she was previously in, kissing your face all over while praising you on how much of a good job you did.

b = body parts (favorite body part of their own or partners)

every part. it'd be unusual for her to not have her hands on you every chance she got. loves your eyes more than anything though, she could get lost in them whenever, and she will definitely keep eye contact with you during it.

c = cum (anything that has to do with it)

feels pride in making a mess out of you with her cum, or the other way around ofc. she can't help but take a selfie or two with you to save the moment and be able to look at the pics whenever.

d = dirty secret (secret of theirs)

wants to dabble in exhibitionism/voyeurism with you because she loves the thought of getting caught (most likely wouldn't stop if she did get caught and would be more rough for the show)

e = experience (how experienced they are, and if they know what to do)

wasn't exactly the most experienced person when you first got together but she always had you two exploring new things to the point that she says she's is probably the most experienced person ever (even tho she most likely isn't lol)

f = favorite position

loves any position where she can look you in the eyes or suck your tits but you can never go wrong with eating her out or having her sit on your face.

g = goofy (how serious they are during the moment? or not)

100% not serious. well, she's obviously trying to make you feel like you're on cloud 9 but that does not stop her from giggling and joking around with you as if she doesn't have her face covered in your cum or vice versa.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes)

trims regularly so everything is bare except for a small landing strip (she's 100% has joked about dying it fun colors to match her hair for new comebacks)

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

switch all the way, I can see her being a very bratty sub or semi-mean dom. That doesn't mean she doesn't want things to be romantic though, she'll light candles and set the mood as best as she can for special occasions (ex. valentines, birthdays, etc.)

j = jack off (how often ? etc.)

very unfair when it comes to how she feels about jerking off. she'll tell you to wait until she gets home but when you're the one out she'll tease you by sending videos of her doing the exact thing she tells you not to do.

k = kinks (lists of kinks they like)

bondage (receiving) , blindfolding (givng), clothed sex , exhibitionism , face sitting (both), spanking(giving) & praising(both)

l = location (their go to place during it)

any place any time (as long as she knows you're alone)

m = motivation (what turns them on)

literally anything and everything can motivate her to get in the mood, even if you're not around, if she sees something you posted on your insta story she'll be telling you to come home cause she can't contain herself.

n = no (what they wouldn’t do during it)

anything with bodily fluids (except cum obviously)

o = oral (do they enjoy receiving or giving , any skill etc.)

She's all for giving head and loves getting pussy drunk off you. if you never told her to stop she never would lol it's her favorite pastime.

p = pace (how fast ? are they rough ? or slow and sensual)

both? She loves being fast and then suddenly stopping to tease you. just cause she goes fast doesn't mean she's not taking her time making you feel good though.

q = quickie (what they think about quickies , how often?)

always thinks about it when in public but could never actually do it since she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going for hours on end.

r = risk (are they willing to experiment and take risks?)

open to anything, she wants to try almost everything at least once since it gives her a big rush. after trying something out with you she'll try to find a way to incorporate it into your usual sex life.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

doesn't get tired often but even if she is tired she's giving her 100% as long as you can keep going she's down.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them)

straps, vibrators, dildos, harnesses you name it she has it (all pink teehee)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

clearly, she loves to tease you at any chance she gets even if it's in a non-sexual setting so much to the point you expect it. when you tease her though she whines and gets all pouty as if she doesn't do it to you daily.

v = volume (how loud they are , how they moan)

your whole apartment building definitely knows your name even if they've never met you because of how loud she is.

w = wildcard (a random headcanon)

if she knows your out with your friends or at work she'll send you videos or pictures of her getting off so she can have you home asap.

on Christmas, she haphazardly tied herself up with ribbon and topped herself off with a bow to surprise you with the best gift she can think of [might just make this a fic lol]

x = x - ray (what’s under them clothes)

she buys you two matching lingerie sets whenever she sees a cute one she knows you'll look the cutest in. She will even wear them under her normal clothes when going out just to get a rise out of you.

y = yearning (how high the sex drive is)

her sex drive is most definitely higher than yours and of course, she can't be with you every day thanks to her schedules so when she does have you all to herself you already know what the first thing she wants to do is.

z = 💤💤 (how quickly they fall asleep)

will only have enough energy to lazily clean up before passing out but if the two of you end up stopping early for whatever reason she'll run a hot bath for you and her, and she'll tease you about the sounds you made and how cute you looked all while helping you clean yourself off.

-> a/n 2 : i really enjoyed making this and i hope u liked it and if u did please reblog &lt;/33 btw sakura is most likely the next person in this lil series

taglist: @n034sy @jaemoris blushes

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[thecameronchronicles]

The First of November

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Drew!

SUMMARY: Your decision to put a specific photo on Instagram since Drew’s been gone, has consequences…

Word Count: 1000

Requested:

ANONYMOUS REQUESTED:

Ahhhhh since ur requests of drew have been closed hehe possibly he’s been away in October and she went out for Halloween but he got back on the 1st of November and she posts her outfit on her insta and he gets jealous then when he gets home he lets her know that they can look but not touch 🙀 

The First of November 

Although you hated the fact you had to spend Halloween away from him because you knew he would have made it even better, you were already far too excited to allow your costume to go to waste. You had captured the detail of the skintight black silk against your skin in such a way that your boyfriend knew well. The compliment of fishnets as those signature pointed ears topping off your costume were broadcast on an Instagram post that had his eyes glued to his phone from the night before. 

"I thought you were going as a bunny-" He spoke at your back as his red eye flight had him arrive back home as you slept, the images haunting his mind with bridled lust to keep from acting on your time apart. 

"I did. A playboy bunny." You smirked as he stood in awe at your reflection for a moment as you wore only his tee, as you often did when he was away, and a toothbrush halfway out of your mouth. 

"And you danced?" 

"Yes, Drew...it was a party, so I danced..." You teased before watching him move slowly towards you. 

"And since I wasn't there you had every reason to wear panties..." You nodded. 

"So why weren't you?" Your eyes widened as he pulled the picture back to view. 

"Don't even try to lie to me. I've ripped ever pair off of you so don't even try to convince me that I don't know." You swallowed hard as he bow towered over you. 

"You want someone else to touch you? Hmm? Touch what's mine?" 

"No, I..." His hand was at the back of your neck. 

"Think you're so cute with that smart little mouth and that short little costume...Posting pictures for everyone to see what belongs to me..." He cocked his jaw. 

"Drew-" 

"Let me guess.. you're sorry, right?" You nodded. 

"Then you know how to make it up to me." You nodded as he would release you, "You have one minute and you better be back out here in that costume.. cause I'm gonna make you come in it, baby..." You bit your lip in excitement as you did exactly as you were told. Once you came back, you found him looking at the photos once more. 

"Do you have any idea what these did to me before take off? Thirteen hours of those images and what I would have done if we were alone?!" You nodded. 

"So you WANTED me to get a boner two miles high? Hmm?" 

"No...I wanted you to realize what you were missing..." 

"Oh really?" He pulled you between his legs, his fingers immediately between the tight velvet. 

"Like I could forget..." He scoffed. 

"Dance for me. Just like you would have for them." 

"Who?" 

"All the guys who you gave masturbation fuel to last night wearing this. Every one of them picturing you in the ways only I get to have you. So shake that ass for me baby, it was a long flight and I fucking earned it for not waking you up and making you pay for it then." 

You obeyed, no need for music or another command before you seduced him with your bedroom eyes and swaying hips. 

"This is how it should be...everyone seeing how beautiful you are...how sexy...but only I get to touch you." You nodded as you moved back between his legs. 

"So why the fuck were someone else’s hands on you?" He asked with the picture of Madelyn's account having posted a photo of friends you made that night. An innocent pose that he took to mean disloyalty. 

"Drew-" 

"Nuh uh. You don't get to say my name like that unless I'm about to come behind those lips. So tell me...why? My hands not enough? My touch?" Before you could ask, he tore the seam between your legs until his fingers were pistoned violently into you. 

"Drew! Oh fuck!" 

"You wanted to say their names, didn't you baby?" 

"No!" 

"Nobody else made you wet last night? Not when they had their hands all over you?" 

"I shouldn't let you come. If I didn't miss you so much, you wouldn't be. But you're gonna come right now or you don't get to." You nodded and groaned as he curved his fingers to THAT spot. 

"Drew!" 

"Come on baby...I'm getting impatient...". You whined. 

"Fuuuck! Drew I'm coming!" You were spent over his fingers as he was quick to use that around his shaft before sunking you onto him. 

"Nobody else gets to touch you. No dancing. NO touching!" You nodded. 

"Good girl. So take this cock and show me just how sorry you are..." 

"I'm SO sorry-" You were silenced by his fingers in your mouth. 

"Taste it. Taste how fucking sweet you are. Why I forgive you so easily...and clench around me...make me come like you always do...come on baby...make me come for you..." 

"Drew, please come...I’m so sorry-" 

"No you're not." 

"Yes, I am! I'm so sorry!" 

"You just wanna come again..." 

"Yes! But I am sorry-" 

"Yeah? Then make me come before you-" You pressed your hands and his chest until he lay flat your body allowed this dominance as you watched him marvel at you. Hands wrapped around each breast, you rode him to his high as he forced you onto your back, hiking your legs over his shoulders. 

"Didn't get a chance to tell you that I  missed you, bunny." He winked in reference to your costume as your eyes rolled in approval to his tongue making contact to your sex. 

So much for a punishment…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

between the lines | chapter 08 (finale)

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 08 — Shooting and Finishing

Days went by smoothly. I tried to spend as much time as possible minding other people's business and concentrating on other people's drama. Hours daily doom scrolling social media. It worked as expected and I managed to stay distracted.

Until I got a promotion at work. Yesterday.

It was the most ordinary day possible at the office, the monotonous hum of the air conditioning filling the room as I sat at my desk, the low voices of my coworkers talking nonsense to each other, somebody somewhere in the office opening a snack thinking no one would notice… The usual. 

And then my phone buzzed. I glanced down at the screen to see a text from my boss, Mr. Evans.

‘Can you meet me in the media room in five minutes?’

My heart pounded as I read the message. I always hated meetings with the boss, they were never ever good news. I headed towards the media room, my footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent corridor, my legs shaking.

When I entered, Mr. Evans was already sitting down, his expression a mix of anticipation and confidence. He gestured for me to take a seat, and I nervously obliged, my palms beginning to sweat.

"Isabella," he began, his voice steady, "I've been observing your dedication and hard work over the past months."

I nodded, my anxiety building with each passing second.

"I believe you're ready for a new challenge," he continued. "I want to offer you a promotion, a better role, with increased responsibilities."

My mind whirled, a thousand thoughts colliding. The promotion was everything I had hoped for, but it was also the very thing I had been avoiding. It meant stepping out of my comfort zone and facing the unknown.

I agreed anyway, and didn't even have to think twice. I just nodded and thanked him. I could feel my legs trembling beneath the table, as if they were on the verge of betraying me. My voice quivered as I responded, "I... I appreciate the offer, Mr. Evans."

He gave me an encouraging nod, his eyes unwavering. He could tell how nervous and like a kind and caring mentor Mr. Evans smiled, a reassuring gesture. "Isabella, fear is a natural part of growth. It means you're stepping into uncharted territory, and that's where true progress lies."

I couldn’t escape reality after that. No amount of idiotic insta posts could keep my thoughts away from the inevitable: I want Rúben. I want to talk to him everyday. I want him in my life. I want to be a part of his life.

So, even scared, even with my legs shaking and heart pounding and all of that. I called him.

‘I have an answer for you’, I wanted to say. Instead, I said:

“I just got a promotion!”

“Isa, congratulations! That 's amazing.” I could hear his smile through the phone, he did not question my phone call and sounded genuinely happy for him. The desire to hug him flooded me.

“Well, you see… I actually got scared when I first heard about it. It seems like a lot of responsibility.” I was twirling my hair fighting the urge to bite my nails.

“What? You think so?” He seemed so worried I almost laughed, but I had a point to make and he needed to know.

“I have commitment issues.” I say loud and clear.

He takes a moment to answer, unsure.

“Are you still talking about the job?”

I shake my head, uselessly, since he can't see me.

“I lost both of my parents when I was too young to know how to deal with it and I never had a serious relationship before.” 

I can hear him sighing over the phone and I use the moment to take a deep breath and proceed. I decide to tell him all at once, before I have the chance to lose courage again.

“I realized something about myself this past week.” I continue. “I tend to focus too much on what’s right in front of me, instead of considering the whole picture. I worry too much about the small emergencies life throws at me and forget about what’s really important.”

“Am I a small emergency?” He interfered, confused.

“No, you’re the important part. You’re the house.”

I make gestures as if he could see me, trying to make him understand.

“The house?” Rúben laughs.

“Yeah… Shit, I kind of ruined the speech, there was a part about a house and leaks and…”

“Isa, are you home?” “Yes–” “Give me fifteen minutes.”

Twenty minutes later and he was towering over my front door wearing a hoodie and rosy cheeks, he looked like he came running to see me. I felt in the moment that I was allowed to hold him as hard as I’ve missed him, so I did.

Rúben held me back and I felt a soft kiss on my neck. He then held my face, making me look him in the eye.

“Is this your answer?” He searched for any sign of doubt in me, but there wasn't any.

“Yes. Yes, I’m not running away again, I promis–” and he kissed me. Before I could finish my sentence he closed the apartment door and still holding me tight, he guided me inside.

“I missed this so much.” His voice was rough, his lips still touching mine as he spoke, going in for another kiss. Rúben was hungry and I shared the same feeling. “I missed you.” He spoke, this time properly looking at me.

“I missed you too.” I told him with a smile, feeling so happy and grateful for his reaction.

He smiled even brighter at my words, looking suddenly relieved. His hands were firm in my waist then, pulling me as close as possible to him.

“Now come here, we have to make up for the lost time.”

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#football fanfic #between the lines #ruben dias #rúben dias #football fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fic #oc fanfiction

[iammontygator]

Pov : Monty’s sudden and extreme agressivity is worrying the staff at the Mega Pizzaplex, and they’re starting to get fed up... [Monty’s affected/controlled story] :

Mike : Hey John! How are you?

John : *sigh* ... Not really good, actually.

Mike : Why?? *see the yellow and black bass on his cart* Oh crap, you’re going to see Monty!

John : Yeah.

Mike : I hope for you he’ll be nice today. I really hope.

John : I hope too..

Mike : Apparently It’s because of him that half the staff bots disappe-

John : Yeah, I heard that, thank you. No need to overdo it.

Mike : Ah, yeah, sorry man. I understand.

John : *sweats* ... He really creep me out. He threw a chair at me one day. Of course that’s not the kind of stuff that his fans see..

Mike : Yeah, I remember that. You had to be rushed to the hospital. And to think that they haven’t even decommissioned him... We should install a camera in his room and post the video on YouTube. Do you know how many Insta followers that bastard has??

John : I have no idea.

Mike : 5 millions!! Can you imagine? And all these people litteraly adore him.

John : Because they don’t know him the way we do. You have to work at the Pizzaplex to find out who the Glamrocks really are.

Mike : *sigh* Thank goodness for Chica. Even if she gets a bit creepy when there’s pizza, she’s cool. She gave me a cookie last time.

John : And Freddy. He’s cool, too.

Mike : Yeah, you’re right. Freddy’s cool too.

John & Mike : *arrives outside Monty’s room*.

Mike : Well, that’s not all, but I’ve got work to do too. I’ve got to go and check the ventilation in Monty Golf, apparently there’s been some weird noises coming from that side for a few days. Good luck with the gator!

John : Yeah, thank you Mike.

Mike : *walks away and see a Wet Floor Bot* Hey buddy! *pats it on the head*.

John : *gulp* ...

Knock Knock.

John : *wait a few seconds then open the door* Good afternoon Mr Gator.

Monty : *sitting back in his chair, eyes closed and hands behind his head* ...

John : ... Hum. Mr Gator, I’ll bring your guitar for the show. It’s been completely repaired and we’ve made sure to repaint it in the same colours as before, exactly as you ask-

Monty : *open his red eyes* How did ya just called it..?

John : *blushes and sweats* W-what..? Are you talking about your gui-

Monty : *rises abruptly and knocks his chair over* IT IS. NOT. A. FUCKIN’. GUITAR!!!

Staff employee : *petrified* ... I-I-I am-

Monty : *walks towards him* IT’S A BASS, YOU IDIOT. DON’T YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A GUITAR AND A BASS?!

John : I-I’m sorry Mr Gator, it was a really stupid mistake-

Vanessa : *enters the room* MONTY !

Monty : *looks at Vanessa and growls* ...

John : *relieved* Officer Vanessa!

Vanessa : I thought I made myself clear last time. Wasn’t I?

Monty : *growls* ...You were.

Vanessa : Good, so why do you look so upset right now?

Monty : I am not..Upset.

John : He definitely is.

Monty : *turns to John* WHAT DID YA SAY?!

Vanessa : MONTY !!

Monty : *points to John* GET THIS MORON OUT OF MY ROOM!

Vanessa : John, get out of here.

John : *comes out grumbling* I’m really going to install that camera.

Mike : *meets John after finishing his work* John! How did it go with the gator?? Was it as horrible as last t-

John : *passes quickly in front of Mike* I hate him.

Mike : Well ... It went badly, I guess!

———————————————————————

[Vanessa’s note : I don’t know what’s going on, but Monty’s have been behaving strangely lately. He’s got some pretty serious anger issues in normal circumstances, but for the last few days it’s been worse... He keeps destroying his room, and not just that! He’s also been messing up random places in the Pizzaplex! On top of that, he’s been particularly agressive and threatening towards the staff. Oh, and he’s even going after his bass now. He’s taken to destroying it on stage. I’m thinking of sending him to parts and service for a check-up, but he’d have to be in a cooperative mood...]

[artist : unknown. Please, if you made this drawing and my repost bothers you, let me know.]

#fnaf monty #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #monty gator #montgomery gator #fnaf imagines #pov #fnaf sb vanessa

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Dick and teacher reader just talking?

Dick listened to you telling your mother to text you when she got home and exhaled slowly, starting to clear the table.

"Did anyone want coffee?" you ask, walking around the corner. You're still trying. Still anxious even though they've left. Convinced that you're horrible and everything had been disgusting. And the trembling smile you give them makes Dick's chest hurt.

"No," Bruce said, standing to help Dick, "Dinner was lovely but I'm afraid I've got work to do in the morning- If I have a cup of coffee now I'll never get to sleep."

"The tofu on my salad was very good," Damian added. "And your cobbler was good. Not too sweet."

"Thank you, Dami," you hum, ruffling his hair and going to set a pan to soak. Retreating into the kitchen just to breathe. You'd hardly eaten at dinner and you're not hungry but you know you SHOULD eat.

When Damian goes to follow you, Bruce distracts him with going to find their coats, audibly prompting him that it's getting to be his bedtime when Dick glances at him.

Telling them goodbye feels like a blur. Your anxiety is so loud that you can only operate on autopilot. Relying on social niceties and Dick to keep everything running smoothly. You just have to keep smiling. It's only going to feel like you're dying for another 20 minutes or so.

When the door closes and you retreat again, Dick goes to your bedroom and grabs the extra blanket off the foot of your bed, laying it on the couch and turning the livingroom lights down. Giving you a minute to decompress before coming to help you.

"Well," Dick said, picking up a towel to dry, "Dinner was nice- Damian even liked what you made him."

You make a soft noise and pass him a plate.

"And Bruce thinks you're very charming," he added, "Your parents are assholes but-"

"I warned you," you murmur.

"You told me they were blunt and a little rough around the edges- you didn't tell me they were outright cruel to you," Dick said softly.

"It's not- it's not always like that."

Dick watches you out of the corner of his eye and bites his tongue. You have to say that. Or you feel like you do. "It must have been hard," Dick said softly, "when your mom got remarried."

You half shrug, turning your head to kiss his shoulder, "I mostly just traded one hard for another. And at least mom was happy. She always wanted more kids."

Dick nodded, "Still. It's not easy watching your parent, parent someone else... I remember being fucking furious when Bruce adopted Jason. It was like Jay had a completely different Bruce looking after him. It took a while for e to realize Bruce didn't know what he was doing with me."

"Mom never really- I mean when I was real little it was mostly her mom and dad taking care of me. Mom had to work a lot so we were close... That helped, with Lizzie and Scott. Grandma and Grandpa would come take me home for a while in the summer. And Lizzie and Scott never went so I got a break."

"Is that when they dragged you to all the living history fair things?" he asked, smiling a little.

"Yeah. I used to help Grandma make jewelry while grandpa made knives and sold them."

"Are there pictures?" Dick asked, beaming.

"Of course," you snort, unembarrassed. "Grandma likes making dresses- and I still go help them for a few weeks in the summer. The big festivals are a lot of work and Grandpa can't drive like he used to."

Dick puts the dish he's holding in the dishwasher and nods, smiling a little, "I'd like to meet them," he said. He wants to know SOMEONE loved you for who you were. And he'd love to hear stories about baby you. Stories that aren't undercut by pointing out how much better than you someone else is.

Bruce may have fucked up a lot. But he would have NEVER compared them to each other like that.

"Grandma made me promise to drag you out there to see them," you answer. "She's seen the pictures on insta- she thinks you're very handsome."

"And your Grandpa-"

"Has his shovel talk locked and loaded," you snort.

"I'll have to be on my best behavior," he rumbled, kissing your head before he put the last dish in the dish washer and started it. "Are you hungry?" he asked, "Or do you just want to cuddle?"

"A cuddle sounds nice," you murmur, letting him hold you.

"Cuddles it is," he said, squeezing you tighter.

#Dick Grayson #dick grayson x reader #teacher!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[nicolesainz]

Fake it, till you make it (CL16)

Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: angst, mostly kissing, enemies to lovers. Everything on this shot is purely fictional. (I mention the break up of Charles, but the reason mentioned here aren’t true)

“Eh come on, you’re not enjoying yourself! I thought this would be fun” Carlos whined as he saw my smile leaving my lips.

“I am having fun. Truly” I wasn’t even looking at Carlos. With the corner of my eye I had noticed Charles sitting in the middle of the bar with a few empty glasses surrounding him.

“I know that Charles bothers you but tonight he won’t. He’s not in the mood to tease you”

“How do you know that? Maybe he’s faking it”

“Charlotte broke up with him”

My body froze for a moment. Charlotte had been with Charles for a handful amount of time. Followed him at almost every race and even when not attending, posting about it on her insta. She was very supportive of his career. This was unexpected.

“What? When? Why? How?”

“Slow down there! Well, they broke up a few days ago and the why, is kinda complicated”

“What do you mean complicated?”

“With the pressure of wanting to win the championship and constantly being away, even during holidays and staying close to the factory, can seem like you neglect your partner”

“But..but that’s his job! What else is he supposed to do? He’s got no choice. Sacrifices need to be made”

“Don’t tell me, I know it firsthand. Maybe Charlotte didn’t want to be an obstacle on this dream and also wanted to focus on herself too.”

I’ve never felt bad about Charles before. Ever. I always ignore and mock him, because he constantly finds a way to insult me somehow but now, I felt sympathy for him.

“Oh. Well, I hope he gets better soon. Breaks ups happen in life. People come and go”

“You should have told that to yourself when you broke up with—“

“Ah ah ah! That’s not the same. Definitely not the same case Carlos. I was cheated on. They had scheduling conflicts.”

“So, why was Charlotte at the podium today? Why did she come all the way to Abu Dhabi?”

“As a final goodbye to him. Before dating, they were friends too, so why hang up on him now? A friendship shouldn’t end because a relationship did”

“I guess you’re right”

“So at least you should enjoy tonight! I don’t want another grumpy person around. Go find Isa and the girls”

“I will. Thank you Carlos”

“And if you need me anything, I’m over there with Lando”

I simply nod and pave my way towards the bar. I know it was a really bad idea to even go there, but something tempted me to do so.

Charles’s head was facing the hard wood of the bar’s surface and his hand was holding a semi finished vodka shot. Suddenly I felt a pinch at my heart. No no no, this is not happening!

What do I do now? Do I say sorry? Do I console him? Do I drive him back to the hotel? I don’t know how to drive a Ferrari what am I even thinking?

“Hey Charles” was all that came out before I received a groan as an answer. Great!

“Do you need any help? Want me to take you back to the hotel?” Finally, he raised his head and looked towards me. His eyes were red and sore. He was in an awful state. No matter how much I disliked him, I didn’t enjoy seeing him like this.

“What do you want from me Y/N?” He said before drinking the last sip from the shot.

“To help you! You’re drunk and apparently in a horrible state”

“Wow, what a way to make a man feel happy. Thanks”

“Ugh! Just tell me if you need anything. I’m trynna show some sympathy here”

“I don’t need you to pity me Y/N. Go find someone else’s ass to annoy”

“Fuck you Charles! Keep acting like this and you’ll remain alone”

Before I could move away from the chair, Charles grabbed me angrily by the arm.

“What did you say?”

“Stop being cruel!”

“Or what? I’ll die alone? I don’t care anymore. As it seems no one cares about me either! So it’s a win win case”

“You’re not letting anyone help you that’s why!”

“And why should I? I don’t need anyone to pity me after a hard time”

“I am sorry”

“Are you mocking me right now Y/N? Why are you apologizing?”

“Because of what I said”

“I don’t need your apology. I wasn’t offended”

“Ok fine, you know what? I give up. Have a good night Charles”

I release my arm from his and go to where Carlos and Lando are sitting. It was wrong to try and comfort Charles. He’s heartless anyway.

“Hey, I saw you at the bar with Charles. What did you say to him?” Carlos asked the moment I sat down next to him.

“I asked him if he needed anything, but was a total dick to me, so I gave up”

“Give him some time Y/N. I get what he’s going through. I felt like shit when me and Luisa broke up too. It wasn’t easy. I know you’re just trying to help” Lando tries to relax me with his words

“I understand that feeling too, Lando, but he could have at least declined my offer in a nicer way”

“Oh uh” Carlos exclaims

“What?” I looked at him quizzed. Then I turn around and see an angry Charles coming towards our way.

“Can I talk to you Y/N for a moment?”

“No”

“Y/N!” Carlos and Lando both look at me with raised eyebrows!

“Please. Just for five minutes. Then I’ll let you to your peace”

I raise and follow him towards the bar once more.

“I acted like an asshole before. I am sorry Y/N. You simply came to help me and I just got all cranky with you for no reason. I’ve been in the shambles lately and my mood is not exactly the best it’s ever been. Please forgive me.”

“You did act like an asshole and you were pretty mean for no reason, but I forgive you. I get it”

“You get what?”

“Break ups are never easy. I am so sorry. Carlos told me the news”

“I was kinda expecting it to happen. At least now she’s free and won’t have me as her burden”

“You weren’t her burden. You were someone she loved and didn’t enjoy seeing so broken and pressured most of the time”

“The past few months had been shit and I wasn’t exactly nice towards Charlotte. She deserves better than this.”

“You’re a good man Charles. And you deserve to be happy too. This season had been mostly painful but you did the best you could. We are all proud”

“I’ve actually never heard you say a good thing about me, so could you please repeat that so I can voice record it” he cracks up a joke to lighten the mood

“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here. And that’s the truth though. You gave it everything” I flash him a kind smile and probably the only smile I have in the two years I’ve known him.

“Thank you Y/N. Carlos is a smart man for having you around. You’re very sweet and I don’t deserve this. I should be sorry for all the things I’ve said about you. You realize I don’t mean them, right?”

“Wait! You don’t? But I thought you disliked me?”

“For what? Being nice and supportive? Are you serious? I was only teasing you to make you a bit mad. Because I am mad about you! I remember you during the podium celebration at Monza. It was one of the toughest races I’ve had this season and even though Carlos wasn’t on the podium, you were there for me. To cheer and be happy.”

My cheeks blushed in milliseconds. How does he remember me being on the podium celebration? I wanted to congratulate him, because even after getting pole, he lost the first place, which was heartbreaking. And hold on, did he say he’s mad about me? In like, the good way?

“Y/N?”

“Yes” our eyes had never locked this way before. It felt like he was looking deep into my soul, trying to find a way to say that “it’s okay, we are good now”

“May I kiss you?”

I don’t reply to him but simply connect our lips. I could feel a smile growing against his lips, but he immediately hid it and put more of himself into the kiss. His hand caressed my cheek and held my face firmly. I couldn’t believe that I was actually kissing Charles. The kiss was becoming even more deep and hungry. Sadly, he pulled away to take a breath.

“Oh, I wanted to do this for such a long time” Charles confessed and my jaw immediately falls on the floor.

“I think I like you now, Mr. Vice Champion”

“I think I’ve always liked you”

#formula 1 #ferrari #charles leclerc #charles leclerc one shot #oneshot

[rhodesrider]

Learning

Drew M. x Little! Black! Fem Reader (Ft. Uncle! Sheamus)

SFW! Age Regression! 18+!

Word Count: 745

~

“My Queen! The knights are attacking your towers! What do we do?!”

Y/N looked around and got out her sword trying to protect her fort, but it was too late. The fort came down and she pouted starting to cry. Drew the knight in shining armor, went to go get her and gave the evil eye at Sheamus that knew he fucked up. “Dude you weren’t suppose to destroy the fort!” Drew said. “Uncle shemi why did you do that?” Y/N started to cry more upset. “Oh gosh darlin’ I’m sorry. My foot slipped.” Sheamus hugged her saying sorry a bunch of times. “No I don’t forgive you!” Y/N as you can tell is in her little space, and Sheamus was chilling with Drew having a drink till he asked her Daddy to play. Sheamus is still new to her being a little but he’s learning, it’s like having fun with a kid.

“Babydoll come on now you can’t forgive me at all?” Sheamus asked with a sweet voice. Y/N turned around and crossed her arms. Sheamus looked at Drew for help but he shrugged seeing if he can figure it out on his own. “Oh god mi heart…” he grabbed his chest dramatically. Y/N turned around and gasped going to him to help him. “Gosh darlin, I guess your powers are too strong..” Drew watched the scene trying to see what what going on. “Uncle what powers?” She asked confused and worried. “Your powers that strike down anyone that take your kingdom away but I swear it was an innocent my queen.” He pleaded. “I didn’t mean to..” she pouted. “It’s alright darlin, but there is a way to cure me!” Y/Ns eyes lit up. “Accept my apologies my queen , and I’ll take ya for ice cream.” She nodded quick. “Uncle shemi I forgive you!” He got back up dramatically and smiled picking her up hugging her, facing drew smirking taking this as a victory. “Now let’s go lass, how’s about some cookies and cream. My treat. Think of it as the enemy giving a truce.” She nodded. Sheamus smiled and fixed her tiara going to the kitchen with her. “I feel abandoned!” Drew said and Y/N got down from the island in the middle of the kitchen, getting Drew’s hand and he sat with her for ice cream.

~

After a while, Y/N was sleep on the couch, Drew put her weighted blanket over her smiling. Both Drew and Sheamus went to the other room with talk some. “How long have you been with Y/N again?” Sheamus asked sipping on the drink Drew poured. “Oh like 2 years, why?” “When she told you about this little space thing, how did you react?” Drew looked at Sheamus smiling. “Well, I was unsure about it. But I love her. So I learned about it, took a class on insta-“ “There’s a bloody class?!” Sheamus asked and Drew shushed him to keep it down. “Yea you would be surprised a lot of people helped me to understand, it was private too so I didn’t have to worry about fucking reported up my ass about this. What Y/N does is private in this house hold.”

Sheamus nodded understanding. “She has one little friend that’s it.” “Who?” “Judgement Days little hound..” Drew sighed. Sheamus blinked. “That little fucker Nicole?” He nodded. “She’s been there little for a minute. Dominik is the only one she doesn’t like.” They laughed some. “Why does she do it?”

Drew sighed and looked at her as she was sound asleep. “People hurt that poor lass. And she grew up too fast. You know the other day I got her a bratz doll. Those dolls from like the 2000s, I got her four and she was crying. They are right above her vanity in my room. She never had one. And I fulfilled that. I felt good when I did.” He smiled. “Good on you brother. What about when she acts out? Like does she have tantrums? Just throws fits.” Drew sighed nodding. “She does and it’s a struggle. But I got this.” He smirked pulling out a tally counter. “A counter?” “When she hears clicks she straightens up.” He smirked. “Got it from Balor.”

Y/N started to wake up but not as a little, as her usual self. She yawned and rubbed her eyes taking off the tiara looking at the time getting up getting her laptop. “Hey babygirl, you had a nice nap?” Drew asked. “Yea I did. Um imma go finish up my work and turn in these assignments…” she yawned again going upstairs to handle her business. “And that’s another thing, it’s not all the time. It’s just when she needs it.” Drew smiles going back in the living room and cleaning her toys and stuffed animals taking the fort down. “She gets stressed she ask, or sometimes when she has a nightmare she goes into it, either way I’ll be there for her.” Drew smiles finishing up. He texts her did she want any snacks while she studied. “Well I’m glad I’m a uncle for her.” He smiled. “Thank you and you’re awesome for learning more about her regression brother.” Drew smiles as Sheamus got his keys heading out. “You call me if you need a sitter.” He smiled and Drew let him out.

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #agere headcanons #age regressor #wwe drew mcintyre #sheamus

[jahayla-parker]

Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 2

Part one (Freddy’s version) here

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

—Your Instagram Profile—

——SMAU Post One——

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yourusername: Je t'aime 💋

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freddycarter1: 🌹

lbardugo: is the caption about your companion or Paris? ☺️

yourusername: Oui 😉

amitasuman _: getting some real Kaz vibes from some of these lol

yourusername: that’s cause he’s perfect for the role 🥰

lbardugo: agreed

——Fic 1——

“What’re you thinking of darling?” Freddy whispers, his head tilted slightly so he can keep his arms around his girlfriend but still see her face.

Y/n smiles as she keeps gazing into the distance, blinking slowly as she takes in the sight of the Eiffel Tower from their hotel balcony.

“Just can’t believe it” y/n says quietly.

Freddy smiles and crooks his head down to kiss her neck innocently, “can’t believe what exactly?”

She breaks eye contact with the scenic view to look at her boyfriend, “that I’m here, in Paris, with you”.

He licks his bottom lip before sucking it in between his teeth as he smiles to himself contentedly.

——SMAU Post Two——

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yourusername: Traveling season ✈️

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amitasuman_: where all did you go this time?👀

yourusername: I’ll text ya 🤫

freddycarter1: I should be upset you’re doing better candids than me already, but I could never be upset with you 💗

yourusername: I’d thank the lighting but you’re striking in any lighting 😍

calahan.skogman: killing it my boy🔥

——Fic 2——

“Angel, get off your phone” Freddy teased, tossing a French fry at her softly.

Y/n laughed, tossing it back at him with a shake of her head, “I’m looking at something!”

Freddy scoffed jokingly, “should I be jealous? You look like you’re going to melt”.

She smirked and looked up at him before shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m really hoping it’s another puppy chewing on shoelaces again”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head, glancing down at the photo on her screen.

Freddy pouted, “looovvee, who is it? Is it a Jonas brother?“

She laughed loudly, “I’ve never looked at any of the Jonas brothers that way, Freddy! In fact I’ve only looked at this person like that”.

He puckered his lips and squinted at her playfully.

Y/n leaned over the table, kissing his puckered lips faintly before setting her phone before him and grabbing a fresh French fry from his plate.

In the daze of the kiss, Freddy almost didn’t see that she’d left him her phone.

He smiled at her before looking down, hoping to see a photo of some random animal misbehaving.

However his grin only widened until his cheeks hurt when he saw his own face on her screen.

It was a candid shot of him she evidently got when he was smiling earlier.

“The only one” she repeated, smiling at him.

——SMAU Post Three——

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yourusername: An apple a day🗽 (pc to Freddy for #3 ❤️)

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yourfriendsinsta: so good to see you y/n/n! Thanks for the photo Freddy 👏

kittheyounger: 1&6 are making me feel extra single today 🙄

freddycarter1: My Queen of Queens😘

tommyae: ❤️ you both

——Fic 3——

“Hey Freddy!” Y/n gleefully blurted, prompting him to look up from his phone at her.

She glared and pouted at him.

“Well that was a quick 180” Freddy laughed.

She gasped with a smile forming as she quickly lifted her phone making him even more confused.

“Ugh, Freeeedddyyy” she sighed and lowered her phone.

“What did I even do?” He laughed, grabbing her free hand.

“I somehow don’t have one photo this trip of you actually smiling your normal smile” she pouted.

Freddy ran his other hand over his face as he chuckled at her.

“Pleeeaaasseee baby?” She pleaded.

Freddy nodded with a smile but as she lifted her phone he switched to a smirk.

She rolled her eyes but took the photo.

“…Demjin…” she grumbled jokingly.

——SMAU Post Four——

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freddycarter1: My flower 💗

amitasuman _: stop girl these are so aesthetically pleasing 😍😍😍

archierenaux3: Freddy and the beach?! 😲

yourusername: the two most important things in life 🥰

——Fic 4——

“Wait, okay let’s try this” Freddy said, pouring some water from his water bottle onto y/n’s hands.

“Freddy?” she giggled, grinning up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “it’ll help the sand stick better for the shot”.

She nodded in understanding, putting her hands into the sand under her knees, “but… you know…”

Y/n bit her lip as she laughed and brought one hand out of the sand to point to the ocean beside them, “you didn’t need to use your filtered water, the ocean’s right there”.

Freddy blushed and hid his face behind his camera with a smile, “bring them up the same way as last time”.

Y/n smirked at him changing the subject but happily obeyed and posed the way he wanted for the photo he had in mind.

——SMAU Post Five——

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calahan.skogman: what a stud 🤤

yourusername: MY stud 👏💁‍♀️

calahan.skogman: about that… 😂 kidding, I accepted defeat a long time ago; you’re a worthy contender

freddycarter1: 😂❤️

amitasuman _: y/n you and I need to recreate #6 ☺️

freddycarter1: you might benefit from a lesson from Calahan 😏

freddycarter1: we could hibernate together🐻❤️

——Fic 5——

“No, no, no” y/n panicked with a loud chain of laughter, “Freddy! I’m going to fall on my butt”.

Freddy chuckles, slowly lowering y/n back to the ground, making sure the blades on her skates are balanced against the ice.

He holds her in place as he skates around to her front, “I wouldn’t let that happen”.

Her frozen cheeks warm slightly, “I think you forget how clumsy I am, sunshine”.

Freddy grins at the nickname, “oh, I’m well aware of how clumsy you are, dear. You nearly tripped putting the skates on”.

“Yet you’re lifting me in the air over ice” She scolds, the warmth on her cheeks spreading as she recalls Freddy having to stabilize her earlier so she didn’t face-plant into the ground.

“As long as you’re in my arms, you’re safe” he promised sincerely, grabbing her gloved hand and skating backwards do he could face her as he pulled her with him.

——SMAU Post Six——

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benbarnes: Fall is the best 🙌

yourusername: fall has always been my favorite season, but I love every season of life with him ❤️🍁

amitasuman _: get it girl 🔥

yourusername: Ily darling 😘

freddycarter1: ♾💗

——Fic 6——

“Don’t you dare Frederick” y/n warned lightheartedly.

Freddy smirked and jokingly lifted the sling shot up further, having no real intent to use it.

“Mr. Carter, I’m warning you” She laughed, shaking her head as she tried to get him back to letting her take his photo.

He grinned and winked at her, pulling the elastic band on the device towards himself.

Y/n silently snapped a candid photo as he laughed and held the band taught.

“You let go of that, and the acorn hits me, and you will get no kisses for a week” y/n threatened weakly; knowing she wouldn’t see it through.

Freddy knew it was unlikely as well but he wasn’t risking it, quickly lowering the device and pointing it behind him so the acorn plunked into the water instead.

Y/n laughed, pleased she won the ridiculous debate.

The end of his trench coat waived in the air as Freddy spun towards her, pulling her in for a delicate kiss.

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[yourfifitherealone]

I Still Love You, No Matter What

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I know I said I would leave her alone, but I just don't know why she would cheat on me! I thought she knew I was the best for her, I made sure that she knew! Who could possibly know her better?! What does she take me for?! I just couldn't leave her, I can't. I mean I did but I've been spying on her everyday (a lot more than I was before) when Ill noticed she was talking to a guy "friend" very often.

She was supposed to be hanging out with that same "friend" today at the friends house. I swear if I see anything sexual I won't be sneaking anymore, I'll just slit the guys throat. When they finally got there my love said she had a gift for them. I considered killing them and maybe just kidnapping my dear. I slowly pulled out my knife and gripped the end tight. I needed to cut something but I couldn't afford to hurt myself right now I need to cuts and bruises on my arms just in case I need to break in.

After a few hours I started getting bored if I didn't hear the conversation through the window I would've fell asleep. Then Y/N pulled out a pink mini bag. Her friend smiled and laughed nervously then he pulled out a pregnancy test. I dropped my knife and my jaw. What the hell just happened? He jumped for joy while hugging her and touching her stomach. I could feel like i wanted to throw up.

I picked up my knife a held it for comfort, my knives never hurt me at least not mentally they always helped me they'll surely help me take care of her "friend". How dare she!? She didn't just forget about me, she's just trying to make me jealous, definitely, totally, 100%. After him fangirling over her and the baby (Which I should be doing) for a another hour she gets ready to leave I'm tired but fueled by rage and maybe a little jealous. She walks down a block before I pull her into the back of a alleyway. She muffled into my hands that were suppressing her yell she tried to hit me but he being in front of me and holding her tightly just the way it should be her attempts were failing.

"Who was that guy you were hanging out with? You gonna introduce me, doll?" I guess she freaked out just a little bit when she heard the nickname she tried to run and kick. I was already tired and upset I felt like throwing her into the back of a truck. I pushed her against the wall "Look. You're going to leave them or keep hanging out with them and sleeping with them and I kill them and get someone to kill them for me." (I smiled just thinking of the idea she tried backing up but unfortunately for her, she can't go through walls.)

"I'm not sleeping with them even if I was it's none of your business." (She was always stubborn...) "Well I used to be your boyfriend so it is." "Yeah keyword, USED to. You're my ex now." She said more quiet she could barley hold eye contact with me. "You can barely even look at me. You're guilt of something, aren't ya?" "No-get away from me fucking prick!" She pushed me off her and jogged off. (She can get away for now...I'll get her next time, and I'll make SURE that baby is mine.) It comforted my mind that running back to her was now not a moment of weakness (I can say that I only care for the baby but for how long can I keep up that lie for?)

After a few days I watched her and made sure she went home safely. It was late and dark (I don't need a plastic test to tell me it's mine I don't care. I cancjust hope the baby's different colored hair does make me kill them both! it's gonna be just like me murder, handsome lil baby boy and green hair it's gonna be great!) After imagining my life with my baby and my baby I started trying to sneak in through the window it was locked usually shed leave it cracked to "let air in" is what excuse she'd give me when we were together. When I finally picked the lock I saw my darling, laying on the bed sleeping with her hand over her waist hanging of the bed.

The light was dimmed and blown out candles on the nightstand. Next to the nightstand was a trash bin with 3 positive pregnancy test. My heart felt like it was about to burst (she's so cute). I took a few pictures of my darling closed and locked the window and got back into bed with my love. I held her hand and fell asleep comfortably despite her hair being so close to my face. She'd usually were her bonnet but she's forgetful and now pregnant I'll cut her some slack.

(In the morning I'll buy some stuff for her and the baby as a little...baby shower gift).

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[turtlecleric]

Things in Symphony that I'm still wondering about, even after Chapter 22

1. This line: Now that you’re keeping your window locked pathologically, the old game of sneaking in via the fire escape is off the table.

2. The guy who beat up the asshole in the coffee shop. Is he actually just a random person? Or will he come back and turn out to be important later?

3. "lbjean_87’s Insta profile" is a reference, I'm sure, but idk what exactly other than the "87" for the 87 cartoon

4. “Oh, that’s such a relief,” he says, closing his eyes and sighing into your palm. “I’ve been making spreadsheets of things I’ve wanted to try for several days and wondering how best to bring it up, especially considering—well. It’s quite helpful that you did so yourself. Excellent work, consultant.” What would Donnie have said after "especially considering" if he hadn't cut himself off? Is that a nod to him thinking she likes Leo?

5. “I won’t change my mind,” he [Donnie] assures, making you shake your head. He sighs. “Yes. I promise.” In his mind, why is he so sure he won't change his mind about conducting the touch experiment? Because it's such a relief to touch someone again? Because he loves her? Because he's just that curious about the results/committed to seeing it through so he can touch his family again? Does he even know why he's so sure?

6. Sinclair at one point refers to a Ren. Renet, maybe?? 👀 Will we ever meet her?

7. Vi's visceral reaction to Leo scaring her in the kitchen vs. All the times she's been in genuine danger. With strangers she isn't afraid to stand her ground, even with guys much bigger and stronger than her who are actively trying to hurt her, she still doesn't react like she does with Leo. Is that because Leo is Just That Scary or does she have a history of people, specifically people she trusts, people who are close to her, being violent?

8. [Raph talking] "you can’t be stupid like that,” he says, making you flinch. I've noticed, even before chapter 20 when it gets really really bad, she often refers to herself as stupid or uses stupid as an adjective when describing what she's doing. Her flinching when Raph uses that word specifically has me wondering if "stupid" was used against her a lot in the past (by Alopex maybe?) or if she's always had A Thing about thinking she's stupid.

9. Donnie's various reactions to Vi being in danger/insulted. He reacts VERY strongly to her being bruised by coffee shop guy and when they run into her old standmate and he insults her. But after the thing with the guy in the park and the time she was almost SHOT his reaction is really... mellow. It confuses me.

10. Engage alarm 16-44-SD - I wonder what the significance of the numbers and letters are?

11. Why does Vi call Sinclair by her last name instead of her first name (June)? Grace calls her June... Is it because Vi is so bad at names and by the time she finds out Sinclair's first name is June she's already spent too much time referring to Sinclair by her last name to really change it?

12. What WAS Leo doing while Vi was showering before the 4th of July party? Was he really just eating cookies?

13. “He’s got me on security protocol 27-L-Alpha, but family’s allowed through on that one, so you can go ahead in,” Shelldon says - Again I wonder about the significance of these numbers and letters.

14. Donnie uses italics in the group chat. You can't do that in regular text chains, right? Is this like a discord-type situation? Or is it because they're all using phones (most likely) made by Donnie and he somehow added that feature? (This is so not important, I know, I know, but I'm curious okay?)

15. Chapter 20, during sex - He’s saying something; his mouth is moving but you’re too fuzzy to think, too lost to hear. I wonder what he said?

16. Also Chapter 20, after she Realizes - If Donnie says anything, you don’t hear it. I wonder if he said anything here. Was he still talking to her, trying to figure out what was wrong? Or watching her in confused, shocked silence? I don't know which is worse.

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