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il-miele-che-scrive · 3 months

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Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #F1 smau #Formula one smau #lewis hamilton smau #lewis hamilton social media au #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine

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a-simple-imagine · 3 months

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Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

PREV //

come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone.

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

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39. we’re not just friends and you know it with max x teammate!best friend! reader. please and thank you!

A/N time for some Max appreciation besties <3

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Max was starting to think he was the most readable person on earth, with every single member of the paddock seemingly pointing out how obvious his crush on you was.

"Dude, your eyes are literally always on them." Daniel laughs, nudging Max with his elbow as they walk. Max feels a blush rise to his cheeks, "Are they? I haven't noticed." He mutters, his eyes glued to your figure as you talk to GP in the Red Bull garage. Daniel shakes his head, following Max's eye line to meet the shape of you, now waving at your best friend. Max breaks out in a large grin, waving back at you before speeding up to join you sooner.

"He's so obvious." Charles says, rolling his eyes at his childhood rival. "We need to get involved." Daniel states, "Let him know that we all know, and to make a goddamn move already before someone else does." Charles nods in agreement, "I'll let Carlos know the plan."

Daniel smiles, "Perfect, he'll tell Lando and then Lando will tell everyone."

"I'll tell everyone what?" Lando asks, appearing from nowhere. "That Max is in love with Y/N." Charles explains, watching Max interact with you. "Oh been there, done that. I told everyone like two weeks ago, catch up guys." Lando explains, leaving the two smirking that their plan was apparently already in action.

It's a week later when Lando brings the subject up to Max. They're out playing padel, and you're sat on a bench with a book, soaking up the sun and attempting to ignore the yells of Lando and Alex. Lando and Max are stood by the net, casually chatting whilst George and Alex get some water. "So, do you like Y/N or something?" He asks, head tilted at Max as he fumbles his words trying to respond.

"Why would you think that? Me and Y/N? What? How could you think that?" He blurts, hand scratching the back of his neck as he avoids eye contact with Lando, eyes glancing over to you to make sure you're not listening. "You keep staring at her like you're in love with her man, all heart-eyes and gross." Lando explains, causing Max to scoff out a nervous laugh as George and Alex rejoin them.

"Are you talking about Y/N?" Alex asks, smiling when Max gets impossibly more flustered. "So you can all tell then?" Max asks, nervousness overtaking his tone. "Yes, you look at her like she created the universe," George says, "And also you look like you want to kill us whenever we speak to her." He concludes, eyebrows raising at Max in an accusatory manner.

"I need to tell her don't I?" He asks, a resounding yes coming from the group.

The thought of telling you how he felt was eating Max up inside, making him cold and distant towards you. Every weekend you could be you were in the Red Bull garage, a large 33 sprawled across your back as you cheered him on. Max barely acknowledge you during these weekends, instead insisting that he's not happy with the performance of the car and needs to focus on being faster. You roll your eyes, "Sure, you've won 8 races in a row but you need the car to be faster. I'm not stupid Max." You tell him before leaving the paddock without him and heading back to the hotel.

Max sits in the garage glumly after you leave, cowering away from the disappointed head shakes that Daniel sends his way after he sees you leave. He doesn't register anything until he finds himself outside your hotel door, hand raised ready to knock. Before he can make contact with the wood of the door it swings open, revealing his very mad best friend, you.

"I know you're mad at me, please let me in and I can explain." Max grovels, eyes wide with sadness as he pleads for you to humour him. You say nothing, stepping aside and letting him walk in, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your kindness. You sit on the edge of your hotel bed, watching as Max paces the room. You want to stand and help him, bury yourself in his chest until he calms down but you need him to explain himself.

"Did I do something?" You ask quietly, Max halting in his movements. "No, no Y/n you could never do anything." He says, standing in front of you. His hand rests under your chin, tilting your head towards him. He stares down at you, an unrecognisable glint in his eye.

"Then why have you been so distant with me Max? I just- I can't do this." You explain, eyebrows crinkling in worry. "Do what?" He asks, thumb swiping gently back and forth against your chin as he forces you to look at him. "I can't lose my best friend." Max's eyes close at your words, jaw clenching. "That word." He murmurs, frustration seeping into his tone, "I hate that word."

"What word? Lose?" You ask, confusion growing by the minute. Max takes a deep breath, "Friend." He tells you, your heart dropping at his words.

"We're not just friends, and you know it." He explains, "You know that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, my support system. Yes, you are my best friend, of course you are. I could never picture my life without you by my side, but that's not because you're my best friend. It's because I'm in love with you."

Your eyes widen at his words, smile creeping over your lips. "I knew telling Lando would work." You laugh, "He can't keep his mouth shut." Max looks at you in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I told Lando how much I liked you, how much I loved you, and he told me to leave to him, clearly whatever he did worked." You smile, watching as Max mirrors the same smile. "You're lucky I love you, je nachtmerrie." You giggle at his words, "Say it again." You request, voice dropping to a whisper as Max leans in.

"I love you schatje."

His pillowy lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, your stomach churning with pleasure as you slip your hand behind his neck. He follows your lead, deepening the kiss and swirling his tongue with your own. You surrender yourself to him, allowing his tongue to dominate your own as he leans toward you. He breaks his lips from yours before attaching them to your neck, sucking and biting as he explores your body.

You feel the vibrations of his soft groans against your skin, relishing in the fact that he can finally touch you the way he's always wanted. "Been waiting so long for this dropje, can I do everything I've been thinking of?" He asks, kneeling down in front of you as his hands slide under your hoodie. You nod, smiling at your best friend as he lifts your hoodie. He licks his lip, trapping at between his teeth with a muted groan as he sees the lack of bra underneath your clothes.

"So pretty, my god." He mutters, lips meeting the soft skin in between your breasts before traveling over the mounds. His large hands encompass your chest, kneading and squeezing your tits as his tongue swirls around your nipples. You whimper at the feeling, expressing your pleasure with a hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. Your nipples are hard from a combination of his tongue and the cool air circulating the room, your back arching at the tingly pleasure shooting down your spine.

His lips trail down your stomach, leaving a wet line cooled by the breeze, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Max's fingers edge into the band of your shorts, tugging them down. He groans at the lack of underwear there too, evidence that you had showered when you got back from the track. Max places kisses on your inner thighs, smirking when your muscles clench at the feeling of his lips. He admires the way your pussy glistens under the light of your lamp, the sheen of wetness making his mouth water.

He licks his lips before hovering closer to your core, the tickle of his breath causing your walls to clench around nothing. Max groans at the movement, "Are you desperate schatje?" You whine at his question, bucking your hips toward his face.

"Please Max, need you."

He smirks at your whiny tone before flattening his tongue against your pussy, using the muscle to split open your folds. He moans against you at the taste, his tongue swirling around your clit. You watch as he pulls his face away, a string of your juices connecting his lips to you. His eyes have darkened beyond recognition, lust clouding his senses. Max dives back in, tongue flicking and sucking every inch that it can reach.

He pays attention to what makes you moan louder, what makes your walls clench and your thighs tighten around his head. He's certain that he could die a happy man between your legs, drowning in the sweet juices that coat his tongue. He seals his lips around your clit, sloppily slurping and sucking as you squirm above him. The tip of his finger swirls around your wetness, soaked now in both arousal and spit just like Max's chin.

He feels the way your pussy jumps at his touch, slipping his finger in gently, curling it up against your g-spot. The moan you let out his heaven to Max's ears, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he seeks friction for the ache.

"Fuck Max, you're gonna make me cum." You whine, hand raking through Max's hair as you pray he never stops. He groans louder at the force of your hand against his head, doubling his efforts until all that can be heard in the room are your moans and the wet sounds of his tongue between your legs. He flicks his tongue as fast as he can, ignoring the burn in his jaw and the need to breathe as he gets smothered by your thighs. He's rewarded when your orgasm hits, flooding his tongue with the taste of you as your hips flinch in sensitivity.

Max stands from the bed, quickly ridding himself of his clothes. In your hazy state you still manage to admire him, the thickness of his thighs, the bulging muscles in his arms, his toned stomach. But it's the soft smile on his face that you can't help but reciprocate that sends butterflies floating in your tummy and a shiver down your spine.

He clambers back onto the bed, leaning on his elbows above you. Max's lips slot against your own, the faint taste of your cum making its way into your mouth with every swirl of his tongue. Your soft hand wraps around the base of his cock, slowly sliding up before swiping your thumb over the weeping tip. You bring your thumb up to your mouth, sucking it into your mouth and relishing in the salty taste of his precum.

Max's eyes widen at the sight, practically whimpering at the realisation his biggest wet dream is coming true. "You're amazing," he utters, voice thick with desire. "Please tell me I can fuck you schatje, I need to feel you." You barely grace him with a verbal answer, grasping his cock and guiding him towards your entrance.

He thrusts himself forward, his thick tip stretching your walls. Your back arches at the mixture of pleasure and pain, eyes fluttering shut. Max's head drops down to your shoulder, body shuddering with a groan as he feels the warmth of your pussy.

"I've wanted this for so long, dreamt of it so many times," He whispers against your skin, sucking a purple mark as he bottoms out. Your walls encase him like a vice, his eyes practically rolling with every slow grind of his cock into your pussy. Your legs wrap around his hips, encouraging his deep strokes, nails scratching against his muscular shoulders.

You're surrounded by Max, his scent clings to you as he fills you up, feeling him in the depths of your stomach with each thrust. You slip your hand between the two of you, rubbing against your swollen clit as the wet noises of your pussy echo through the room. Max frowns at the feeling of your hand bumping his stomach.

He leans back from his position crouched over the top of you, knocking your hand from your pussy and making you whine. "Max please." You beg, desperate to cum one more time.

"I know, I know, but you have me know you don't need to do that." He explains, splaying his large hand across your stomach, his thumb dipping down to swipe against your clit. His rhythm increases, thrusting harder and faster into you, your arousal spilling out around his cock. "Cum for me schatje come on, not gonna stop until you do." Max mutters, hitting that spot inside you with every drag of his hips.

Your jaw drops and your eyes roll as your orgasm washes over your body, goosebumps covering your skin in its wake. Max barely lasts long enough to prolong your orgasm before he pulls out, stroking his cock until white ropes of cum splash over your stomach. He groans with each pulse, his arm dropping as he struggles to hold himself up.

He slips off the bed, returning with a towel from the bathroom to clean you up. He sidles up next to you, bundling you up in his arms, encasing you in his warmth.

"I love you, always have." He whispers, assuming your deep breaths as a sign of sleep, a smile gracing his face as you cuddle deeper into him.

Thanks for the help, is the text Lando receives before Max goes to sleep

No problem, heard it went well for you, is the reply Max sees when he wakes up.

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topguncortez · 7 months

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A Force of Nature, An Act of God || Whumptober day 13 - J. Seresin

whumptober masterlist

synopsis: you always said it would take an act of God to take Jake Seresin off this earth. . . maybe you should've kept that thought to yourself

word count: 1.2k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: crushed and grief

warnings: character death, grief, pregnancy, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

There are just some things you should never hear over a phone call. Y/N didn’t know that the simple ring from her best friend would end with her heart quite literally breaking into two. The loud scream that pierced through the office floor sent everyone’s eyes to the closed office door. Her boss ran down the hall and barged into her office, just in time to catch her from hitting the floor. The screams and cries that left her mouth were enough to break everyone’s heart that was listening.

She cursed him out. She cursed the other driver out. She even cursed God out. Bradley couldn’t bear to hear the anguish of his wingman’s wife over the phone and hung up, knowing that Natasha was on her way to would be on to go retrieve her and bring her to the hospital.

No one said anything as she walked into the hospital. Everyone and everything was still. No one looked her in the eye either, too heartbroken. She stood tall though, holding her head up, letting everyone see the emptiness behind her eyes. Y/N had to go in and properly ID him. There was something deep down in her heart that hoped they had gotten the wrong person. But Jake Seresin was a hard person to miss.

His usual tan was gone. His body was pale, almost gray in color. His hair which was once shiny and full of life, hung down and was matted with blood. Small scars littered his face and arms. She cried softly as she ran her hand over his hair. The doctor stood in the corner, looking grimly at the girl as she sobbed over his body.

They had just started their life. Married a year ago, and expecting their first child, a boy, whom he had been over the moon excited about. She felt as though bricks were now tied to her feet. It took everything in her to not tear the white sheet off of him once the doctor covered his body back up.

When she walked back out to the waiting room, Bradley engulfed her in his arms, holding her up as her legs were shaking and ready to give out at any moment. It was unclear how she was going to move on.

How does one move on from this? How is one supposed to bury their lover and carry on with their life?

Y/N thought it would be better if a car came out of nowhere and crushed her too.

The next week was spent with people infiltrating her home. She was never alone, everyone kept a close eye on her. She felt like she was under a microscope. She spent three days locked in her room, in constant darkness. It took Bradley having to physically remove her from her bed to get her to eat and shower. She was close to her due date, and they knew it was not the time for her to check out.

Jolene and George handled all the details, not wanting to stress her out. They watched as every day she would come down the stairs, pour herself a mug of tea, and sit at the kitchen table, her back to everyone, staring out the window into nothing. Her heart was broken.

Before Jake’s death, the house was never quiet. Jake hated silence. But now, you could hear a pin drop from the other room. There was no music playing. No laughter echoing. No conversations to be had. The quiet was loud, and everyone knew it. No one dared to make a sound as they moved around.

Y/N had blocked out the whole service, not remembering a single part of it. She remembered seeing the beautiful dark wooden casket he was laid in. He was dressed in his dress blues, his medals shining perfectly. She barely remembered getting up to speak in front of the crowd, but she did. The dagger squad gave her praise for how strong she was in speaking.

She was the last to leave, as she watched the gravediggers lower his casket into the ground, and seal the vault. She stood by and watched as they piled the dirt back on top of the vault. Bradley and Natasha stood by the car, looking anywhere but at the plot their wingman now lay under. They knew they couldn’t leave her there, so they painfully waited for her to say her final goodbye. The drive home was silent, as she looked out the window, mindlessly drawing shapes over her belly and letting tears roll down her cheeks.

It was three weeks to the day, that her water broke in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been sleeping in her once-shared bed, but for some reason, she decided to that night. She had woken up with a scream, that sent Natasha and Bradley stumbling into her bedroom. Neither one really knew what to do, but quickly calmed her down and got her down to the car.

She didn’t think she would have the strength to walk back into the hospital. But much like she did three weeks ago, she walked in with her head held high, pain and emptiness in her eyes. The nurses and doctors moved quickly to her and sat her down in a wheelchair. She demanded that the brothers go back with her, and they let them.

The pain of labor was one of the first things she had felt in so long. She had grown numb to everything around her. But the pain ripping through her body reminded her that she was still alive. Sweat and tears ran down her body as the youngest boy rubbed her back as she was fighting through a contraction.

“I can’t do this,” She cried out.

“You have to.”

“I can’t do this without him!” She yelled.

She sat on the bed, in the room alone with just a doctor and a nurse. The brothers had been kicked out, her request, as she started to push. She did her best, pushing with as much strength as she could, but her body was just too weak.

“I can’t.”

“You have to,” The doctor said, looking up at her, “You have to. You have no choice. Your baby will go into distress and so will you.”

The door barged open, and she closed her eyes, too weak to put up a fight. She watched as he pushed over to her, and climbed behind her on the bed.

“Bradley…” She cried, leaning her head back against him.

“I know,” Bradley soothed her. The nurse handed him a damp rag to wipe her sweat, “I know he would do it if roles were reversed.”

“I need him,” She whimpered out.

“I know,” Bradley clenched his jaw, trying to push back his own tears, “I do too. But you also need to bring this healthy boy into the world. For him.”

She nodded and gripped Bradley’s hands. She took a deep breath and listened as the doctor counted down. On one, she let out a loud scream as she pushed as hard as she could. Bradley whispered encouraging things into her ear as she used whatever strength she had buried within herself to bring the baby into the world.

When the melodic cry broke through the room, she leaned back against Bradley, completely spent. Bradley smiled, tears down his cheek as the doctor laid the newborn against her chest. She looked up at Bradley, tears in her own eyes. The little baby boy was a carbon copy of his father.

“We did it, Jake,” Y/N whispered and kissed her son’s forehead.

taglist: @els-marvelvsp @sarahsmi13s @topgun-imagines @cassiemitchell @xoxabs88xox @seitmai @a-reader-and-a-writer @bradleybeachbabe @kmc1989 @senawashere @beautifulandvoid @ohtobeleah @rogersbarnesxx @oatmealisweird @dempy @devil-angel-winchester @gillybear17

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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hey! Could you write for 2003 Bill meeting a new girl in town and how he gets her to join his band and sort of adopts her into the crew? I feel like he would be very curious as of why a foreigner would come live in loistche of all places germany. I'm such a sucker for the childhood crush trope

(hello! I did your request then just sorta sucked into the trope thing lmao, I hope you enjoy!)

Childhood Crush

He is very curious at you at first obviously

He's a very nice kid and doesn't want you to be lonely like he used to be so he basically forced you to be his friend

Is he kid next door to you

Tom also became one of your best friends, later along Gustav and Georg also

All thanks to Bill

The more Bill gets to know you the more close you guys get

He is constantly asking questions on why you moved there of all places

Even if you don't speak German very well you both manage

He is stuck to you like glue

Especially when school starts

You both hang out with Tom in the corners and go on and on about y'all's day

Forces you to listen to him singing

One of his first songs was about you

Y'all had crushes on each other for so long before you guys even started dating

He has you join the band and you are very great at it

He practically forced you to be his friend

Came up to you, said hi, liked your vibed and dragged you to play with him and Tom

Your mother's or guardians are always together because you guys are always together

Bill was the kid to have fake weddings for you guys

Took that seriously

Picked random flowers to give to you, making sure they were your favorite

Bought you candy as a broke kid of his time because it's all either of you could afford

When it was your birthday he so graciously got you a gift he spent hours looking for and paid using his mom's money

Anything for you babes

Bill always let you paint his nails and do his hair

You were the front row seat when he was singing it's raining men

Came to you when he scored second and was a bit sad

He always stole your clothes and accessories

It hurt to admit he looked better in them

He always helped you when you got hurt

Like skimmed your knee and Bill suddenly turns into a whole ass mother

The one to push you into a pool and jump after you to "save" you

He has a weird way of telling you he likes you

You guys were literally destined to be together

Your mother's kept looking at y'all like

"Yep. Plan the wedding."

And Bill has been planning the wedding for a very long time

And let me tell you, babe, it was a very good wedding

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #bill

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kumezyzo · 11 months

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i was rewatching the dream team all stars MCC and was thinking about streamer!reader cause im actually sick in the head :) so now everyone else has to deal with it 😌 so, as much as i love bad, reader does happen to be an honourary Dream Team member according to bf!sapnap.....

i like to think during this time (Nov. 2021) reader and sapnap are well into their talking stage and like, reallyyyy close to dating (they prolly start dating two weeks after this stream of sum). so this is technically crush!sapnap [so cutee]

also just bsf!george and dream moments cause why not (and cause i need some more fluff to feel gud)

lots of swearing (particularly fbombs lol)

so enjoy.... or dont lol :) m.list

crush!sapnap who cant help but giggle when you text him about the 'serpnerp and gerge' bit he did before the event started. when you ask about the fake kisses they gave eachother, he would be tempted to text you back with "i could give you real ones if you want" but refrains from it.

crush!sapnap who secretly had your stream pulled up on the side just so he could see your face as you hyped yourself up for the event.

if youre faceless, he'd just want to listen to you and hear the way you pause to read a text he sends you. he'd feel so cocky if you happened to quietly giggle at something you he sent you.

crush!sapnap who forgets youre on the call for a moment when he makes comments about needing to take a shit...

"if i really wanted to, i could insta-shit"

"ew wtf 😭"

"i actually forgot you were here for a moment, my bad" (he would be blushing so hard)

crush!sapnap who hypes you up so much during parkour tag (and makes sure youre not getting tagged) when youre the last person to be tagged

bsf!george who also hypes tf out of you when youre tagging people. he gets so loud that you have to tell him to stfu at times

crush!sapnap who subconsciously tries to protect you during the first round of sky battle until you call him out for it

"sapnap, dont worry about me! just try to get the other fucking teams. holy fuck..."

"y/n is getting toxic~"

"george shut the fuck up."

(it was mostly cause dream was getting heated at you but dw sap gets it 😌)

bsf!dream who blames you for a block placement glitch during sky battle

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!"

it led to a strange disagreement about where you were standing before crush!sapnap interjected and told you guys to leave it be. (we stan)

crush!sapnap who feels his heart flutter when you giggle about heated dream was getting over you standing on a rail in grid runners.

bsf!george who gets very hyped when you dont mute yourself during ace race.

"y/n are you muting yourself?"

"nope, are you?"

"LETS GOOO! ITS JUST Y/N AND GOGY"

"Lets go!!!!...... but shut the fuck up a little"

crush!sapnap who tries to gather your materials whenever you need them during buildmart and ultimately pisses off dream when he doesnt bring back what people need.

"Sapnap, how the fuck are you leaving but not bringing back fucking anything we actually need!?!?"

"okay! okay, what do you need?!"

bsf!dream who gets wayyyy too heated at you during battle box.

"y/n just use the fucking bow!"

"i am you dumb fuck!"

"oh my-"

crush!sapnap who gets annoyed too, but tries to not direct it towards you.

"george if theyre building to middle, block them!"

"y/n is supposed to be covering me!"

"they are, so pull your weight!"

bsf!dream who gets yelled at by his chat for yelling at you.

'say sorry to y/n'

"what? you know what, fuck y/n! ive known them for over 5 years, im not saying sorry!"

"good! i dont want your apology anyway! we are no longer friends!"

"good!"

(literal toddlers lol)

crush!sapnap who says a small 'hi' when he passes by you in sands of time. even if youre in the same call. and have been for 2 1/2 hours.

dteam who just lets you do youre own thing in the last to games of the event (sands of time & tgttos).

"i actually havent hear y/n speak in like five minutes," george said with an impressed smile. "i thought they just left the call for a moment, ha."

"me too for a second-"

"both of you shut the fuck up, im tired and tryna get this over with."

"PFFFT-"

bsf!george who could help but cackle when you yell at him during dodgebolt.

"george if you dont stop talking about the arrow, i will fly to london and shove it so far up your ass-"

crush!sapnap who calls you after both of you end your streams to talk about how you feel after the event.

"how are you doing, you seemed..."

"angry? annoyed?"

"tired..."

crush!sapnap talks with you until either one of you has to hang up. you feel like youre back in highschool talking to your crush for hours on end.

ngl, i dunno how i feel about this one. it might be too much tbh but im tired asf writing this and dont wanna change much. and i got a little carried away having fun writing it....sorry... -Nony

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matty seeing girlie *politely and professionally* cuss someone out in her lawyer mindset and it rlly gets him going

OOH OOH one time vee @abiiors and i talked about you and matty getting called into the school because elena punched a boy in the face because he was bullying her big sister - matty gets there first and has to listen to this obnoxious dad be like "your daughter broke my son's nose (she did not) i want discipline", all the while thinking Just You Wait Until My Wife Gets Here.

he swoons when you rock up in your work clothes and your heels (red lip optional but it would be so cunty i fear), and does his best not to smirk while you sit through listening to this fucking awful excuse for a father complain about how his son is an angel and would never do anything wrong and your daughters are feral and should be expelled with a raised eyebrow and folded arms, because he knows you're about to tear this arsehole a new one. you do, but in a lawyerly way; you literally pull handouts from your bag for everyone like "email transcripts from the past six weeks, detailing the problems your supposed angel of a child has ben causing my eldest daughter, beginning with a note from their class teacher to apologise for the bruising dylan came home with after he deliberately pushed her off a swing set and to inform us he would be duly disciplined in class, and hopefully at home too, as the email had been sent to you and your family as well. the rest of the transcripts are emails from myself to the class and head teachers, explaining that dylan has since been scared to go to school due to further bullying, and asking if something could be done about this rapidly escalating situation. i don't necessarily condone my younger daughter's actions, although i am proud of her for standing up for her sister, but if you had bothered to deal with your child's behaviour before now then she wouldn't have had to resort to violence to stop her older sister being targeted". the headteacher is (rightfully) mortified, the man is IRATE, and matty's not sure he's ever fancied you more in his life. and then he has to rescind that, because the man tries to pull the "oh, i'm sure my son's only acting like that because he fancies her!" card, and you just say "children learn behaviours, though - you implying that your son equates affection with violence also implies someone in the immediate family thinks so, too. in that case, maybe best to get social work involved. i'm sure they'd be very interested to hear that" - he's spluttering out denials (which don't sound too convincing), and you just stand up and say "i think we're done here. we'll speak to elena about her methods of tackling injustice. and i hope your son's bruising isn't too severe - we can testify from dylan's that arnica ointment helps, though. have a good weekend" and grab matty and leave. he keeps it together until you pick up the girls and take them home, and then he distracts them by putting spongebob on before he pulls you into the utility room and just kisses you until you're lightheaded; he pulls away like "i love you i'm in awe of you and you're so hot that if i don't go down on you in the next two minutes i might die. i'm not even kidding like you ended that stupid cunt. ENDED. sexiest fucking thing i've ever seen. please for the love of god let me make you cum" lol. you're like "you've only got eight minutes until the episode ends and the girls start wandering", and matty lifts you onto the counter and says "plenty of time" and yeah he's right he gets you off with time to spare. i do think the girls are maybe sent off on a last minute sleepover at uncle george's that night, though, lmao, so matty can show his appreciation of you a bit more thoroughly in peace. hot <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #flatmate!matty #dad!matty #dylan #elena

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Shiro has seen Mean Girls so many times it’s actually disgusting. He quotes the movie in his sleep. (He didn’t believe that when Adam initially told him, but then he woke up one morning to Adam shoving a video of dead-asleep him muttering “Boo, you whore,” before rolling over and accidentally smacking Adam’s face with a flailing arm, and he could deny it no further.)

Because he’s seen the movie so many truly horrifying times, when he hears a constant, unbroken, furious scream echo through the castle, his brain immediately assumes he’s at home, mouthing along to Regina George’s tantrum as Adam sighs (fondly, although he’s rather snort powdered arsenic than admit it) at him from beside the couch, so it takes him a couple minutes to shake that off and react.

“Who is yelling?” he asks, as soon as he’s oriented. Everyone working in the briefing room with him — Pidge, Coran, Lance, and Hunk — offer some sort of murmured confusion.

“Is it maybe a burst pipe? Those sometimes sound really shrill,” Pidge suggests.

“I don’t think so,” Shiro says. “That sounds…angry, almost? As if —”

He’s interrupted by someone kicking — no, literally kicking — the door clean off it’s hinges. Allura storms in, still screaming, Keith following behind her several dozen healthy steps away.

“I hate it here!” she shouts.

“Do you,” Pidge mutters sarcastically, forgetting about Altean superhearing, and then immediately cowers behind Hunk upon Allura’s terrifying reminder (in the form of shifting some fangs into her mouth and literally hissing at Pidge. Yikes).

“What’s wrong, dear?” Coran tries, much warier and gentler.

Allura just yells again and stomps over to the chair Lance has pulled out for her.

“It’s that asshole Empire general we have in custody,” Keith pipes up, still a very safe distance away from Allura. “We did everything we could think of to make him talk, and it isn’t working.”

“He doesn’t believe us at all!” Allura shouts, throwing her hands up. “He calls our bluff every quiznacking time, and we can’t get a single thing out of him! And he is so smug, believe me, if I could wipe that look off his face —”

She cuts herself off as she takes a sip of water, looking gratefully as Lance, who must have gotten her a glass.

“He’s lucky I have morals and won’t gut him,” she says darkly, glowering at the space in front of her. (Shiro imagines that she’s thinking about all the possible ways she could, in fact, gut him.)

“I mean, none of us are you going to be particularly upset if you gut him,” Hunk says. “Like, he sucks, right? Experimented on children? I don’t actually think it’s all that immoral if you gut him.”

Allura growls and says nothing, curling up as tight as she can and continuing to glare at the wall.

Keith speaks on her behalf after it becomes clear she’s done. “We need information from him, unfortunately. A lot of it, at that. So killing him wouldn’t exactly help us.”

“And so we’re at a bit of on impasse,” Shiro surmises.

“Yep. The Blade has… resources, to force information, but they’re currently going through a system’s update and are unreachable, for at least the next couple of days. And the longer we hold this guy the better his chances of escaping, so.”

“I’ve been trying for hours,” Allura says, and for the first time she starts to look more upset than angry. “I can’t do this anymore. He just — he keeps bragging, about every horrible thing he’s done. I can’t listen anymore.”

Lance, having procured a blanket from what must have been thin air (since they are in the briefing room, which has no blankets or pillows or anything, and he was definitely not holding a blanket when he came into the room — how did he do that?), wraps it around her shoulders and squeezes them gently.

“Don’t worry, ‘Llura. You’re done. We’ll get him to talk, okay?”

“How?” Allura asks miserably. “The only thing he’s afraid of is dying, and we can’t kill him.”

Lance grins.

Shiro would not call it comforting.

“Oh, don’t worry. If death is what he’s afraid of, I’ll get him talking. “

Keith raises an eyebrow. “What’re you gonna do, torture him?”

Lance shrugs. “Not, like, technically.”

“You’re not going to torture him,” Pidge says. “I call bullshit.”

Lance hums. He reaches over to pat Allura on the head, then unclips his bayard from his belt. He closes his eyes, concentrating, and then the bayard is enveloped with a familiar, neon-blue light. When the light fades, a shiny revolver is left behi —

Wait.

A revolver?

Shiro blinks. The revolver remains where it is, so it’s no figment of his imagination. And it’s not even white and blue, like his other bayard forms. This just looks like a human revolver — shiny silver, with a wooden handle worn smooth, fitting seamlessly into Lance’s thin hands.

“What the fuck is that,” Hunk says, voicing what everyone is thinking.

“A gun,” Lance says cheerily.

Coran’s eyebrows furrow. “It looks a little… different, from your usual forms, lad.”

“Yep! My other bayard forms are all Altean, so they’ve all got the laser shots. I needed bullets.”

“That… should not be possible.”

Lance looks at Coran in confusion. “What do you mean? I do it all the time! The bayard is supposed to manifest into into whatever weapon you need most, right? I summoned a bronze spear last week. Why would this be any different?”

“You made a spear?”

“Uh, yeah? I was fighting a new level in training and I let the gladiator get too close, so long range wasn’t going to work, but I’m not great at sword fighting yet so I had to adapt. I didn’t beat the level, though.”

Lance looks dejected. As if the fact that he didn’t beat a training level somehow negates the fact that he’s unlocked more than one bayard form, and many of them aren’t even Altean.

“Sometimes I forget that the rules of the universe don’t seem to apply to you,” Shiro says, because that’s the only sentence he can think to say that would adequately voice his complete bewilderment.

“That’s what I’ve been fucking saying!” Hunk cries, startling everyone in the room with his intensity. “I swear to God! He does things because he decides he should be able to, physics be damned!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lance says loftily. “I’m normal.”

Everyone speaks at the same time.

“No, you’re not.”

“And we love you for it, dear,” Coran adds.

Everyone nods hastily (Keith also blushes, which is hilarious and absolutely something Shiro is going to mock him for later).

Lance goes a little red. “Stop being mushy,” he complains. “I’m about to go threaten to shoot somebody. You’re going to knock me off my game.”

“Deepest apologies, Mr. Mafioso,” Hunk teases. “Lead the way.”

Grumbling, Lance does, and everyone follows. (Even Allura, who explained that while she is tired of hearing the asshole speak, she has complete faith in Lance and will not miss him scaring him into spilling. She admits, however, that she has no idea what the hell Lance has planned. Shiro is as curious as he is apprehensive.)

“Okay, all of you go away now,” Lance says as they reach the doors of the holding cell. “You can still watch, or whatever, but no one can come in with me.”

Endlessly inquisitive, the team piles into the tiny observation room attached to the cell, looking through the one-way glass.

Their prisoner sits, bored, handcuffed to the chair he’s sitting on. He stares at the ceiling, eyes vacant.

Shiro thinks about how he smiled as he tortured children, babies, for his own intellectual pleasure, and feels his heart harden.

Lance walks into the room calmly, which isn’t what Shiro expected. He’s not sure what he was expecting, but it surely wasn’t Lance, completely expressionless, walking quietly into the room to stare at the general wordlessly.

After several minutes of careful assessment, the general snorts.

“I have just been threatened violently for hours by an Altean royal and a half-Galra Blade,” he says, amused. “And it did nothing. So now they send a scrawny human?” He sneers, voice turning taunting. “How do you expect to break me, runt? Am I meant to laugh myself into looser lips, so you can earn insight into the fraction of the information I hold? No common jester will make me speak, boy. In fact it is a mockery for you to try.”

Without even blinking, Lance raises an arm, aims his gun at the general’s face, and shoots.

The deafening bang of the gun hides any noise the general may have made, but his face clouds in terror before it narrows into rage. He attempts to raise his hand to the side of his head, but the handcuffs keep them firmly below his knees.

“You shot me!” he yells.

“You’re welcome,” Lance says, tilting his head. His expression remains unchanged — terrifyingly blank.

“You insect! You mite! You speak of dirt beneath my heel! Why would I lower myself to thank you for anything, especially an attempt on my life?”

“That was no attempt on your life.”

“You have carved a wound into my skull with a bullet!”

Lance inclines his head. “Yes. And you are alive to speak of it. I have shown you mercy. You will thank me.”

The general spits on the ground in front of Lance.

“I will do no such thing.”

“Okay,” Lance says evenly. “I will warn you again.”

Before anyone can process, he raises his arm again, and shoots.

This time, it takes less time for the general to react.

“I am remarkably resilient to pain,” he snarls. “No matter how many times you graze me with a bullet, I will not tell you anything.”

Lance nods again. “You’re right. How foolish of me.”

The general spits again. “Yes, you picture of insolence.”

“I waited a long time for access to you,” Lance continues, as if the general had not spoken.

The general actually looks confused, which is a welcome change from his insufferable smugness, even though Shiro’s not sure how it’s helpful.

“I am not Allura. Nor am I Keith. They are very noble, and are so endlessly enthusiastic about positive change to the universe. They are too determined to cut their losses and find other ways to gain information.”

For the first time, Lance grins. It can only be described as shark-like.

Cruel, even. Shiro has never thought Lance cruel, before, and it’s startling.

“I have no such reservations. You have no use to me, and I will not waste the Coalition’s resources.”

He opens the chamber of his revolver, delicately removes one bullet, and then shakes the whole gun upside down. The rest of the bullets fall to the floor with a clatter.

For the briefest moment, fear flashes across the general’s face, before it’s replaced by a snarl.

“Your games don’t frighten me.”

Lance shrugs, spinning the bullet chamber before slamming it closed, and re-aiming.

This time, he aims right in between the general’s eyes.

“It’s not meant to frighten you. It’s meant to amuse me.”

Pidge inhales sharply. “Is he actually going to fucking kill him? We need that information!”

“Have some faith,” Keith says breathlessly, eye transfixed on the scene in front of him. “When Lance says he’ll do something, he will, yeah?”

“Fair,” Hunk murmurs.

Each of them startles when the first shot rings through the cell.

A blank.

“You will get nothing from me,” the general hisses.

Lance doesn’t respond.

Another bang.

“I do not —”

Another bang. Then another, before the general can even open his mouth.

He is no longer trying to mask his fear. His terror is as plain on his face as it was on each of his victim’s faces, as they begged him to stop and return them home.

Lance laughs. The sound echoes, sending shivers down Shiro’s spine.

Another bang. Another blank.

A revolver only has six chambers.

No more blanks.

“Enjoy your final breath,” he taunts, and curls his finger around the trigger.

“Wait!”

Lance pauses. “Why should I?”

“I’ll talk,” the general begs. “I’ll talk. All the information I have. It’s yours.”

Lance hums consideringly, tapping the — loaded, Jesus fucking Christ — gun against his chin.

“No,” he decides, after a moment, re-aiming the gun. “I don’t care.”

“What is he doing,” Pidge hisses again, and this time Shiro is inclined to agree with her. He turns slightly to the door.

“Maybe we should stop —”

“Have some faith,” Keith repeats firmly.

Shiro swallows and forces himself away from the doorknob.

“Please, please, anything.”

Shiro doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone look as desperate as the prisoner does now.

“Any information you need. I have more than you know.”

“Ooooooh,” Lance coos. “Now we’re getting somewhere. A trade?”

“My information for my life,” the general agrees hastily.

Lance pouts. “Aw, I guess I have to. Even though I was really looking forward to seeing your brains decorate the wall.” He sighs, petulant. “I guess you get to live. Start talking.”

The prisoner slumps forward, sweat and tears alike dripping from his face.

“Thank you,” he weeps. “Thank you for your mercy.”

Lance wrinkles his nose. “The more pitiful you look the less inclined I am to keep you alive,” he says, and the prisoner sobers up quickly. He immediately starts talking — he spills everything. Communication secrets, everything from trickle-down orders to secret projects organized by Haggar herself. By the time he finishes — hours later — they have more information than they have ever had in one place.

All because Lance isn’t afraid to get messy with a gun, apparently.

“Thank you,” Lance says when the prisoner’s stream of information trickles to a stop.

The prisoner swallows. “What now? Do I await trial?”

“Tell me,” Lance says sweetly, “how many children did you free, after you finished them? After they gave you everything they could? After you stole everything they had? How many of your experiments —” he spits the word, falsely saccharine tone dissipating to genuine fury — “did you show mercy to?”

Terror once again makes the general’s face grotesque.

“Please,” he says quietly. “I was only following orders.”

Lance does not hesitate. “I don’t care.”

No one stops him from shooting the prisoner point-blank. Even if they could, they don’t think they would. After spending the last several hours hearing what he had done… there’s no sympathy left for him.

Lance leaves the holding cells as neatly as he entered it, without a backwards glance at the body slumped behind him.

The team rushes out to meet him.

“That was horrifying,” Pidge says enthusiastically. “I’ll be real, you had me nervous at the beginning. But, damn. You got where you needed to go. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Neither did I,” Keith mutters, ears red, and somehow Shiro thinks he and Pidge are thinking two vastly different things.

Lance shrugs. “Me either! I wasn’t even sure if it was going to work, but I saw it in a T.V. show a while back so I thought I’d give it a whirl.”

Despite the literal execution he just witnessed and the splatter of dark blood on Lance’s forehead, Shiro can’t help the laughter bubbling up his throat.

“You are full of surprises,” he says, and Lance beams.

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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What these HP boys would be like as a dad. (Gender Neutral)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

A/N : Hey sexy it's Angel, I have just got a small little quick blurb here of what these HP boys would be like as a dad, let me know if you end up enjoying this blurb and I might make more, I take requests as well okay enjoy. <33 (Also I know that some of them have kids and might treat them a bit differently than the way I'm interpreting them in this, but... ngl I don't like the Cursed Child book so I'm not including Harry as a shitty dad lol)

Warnings⚠️: None what's so ever it's pure fluff

Word Count: 994

List of Characters :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Blaise Zabini

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

Harry Potter :

A really proud dad, no matter what his kids achieve even the smallest of things he's incredibly proud of them.

A very encouraging dad, he'll push his kids to do the things/fight for what they love and are passionate about.

He makes other Dads pale in comparison.

He's very humble despite all his achievements and uses them to inspire his kids to be good wizards/witches.

He's a very present dad, he makes sure he's there for his kids every step of the way.

Often tells stories about his Hogwarts days and all the times he defeated Lord Voldemort because his kids begged him to.

He protects his family even if it means torture and death.

Ron Weasley :

He likes to eat - EVERYTHING. But makes sure to save his kids some and usually buys the best snacks.

He lets his kids win every time during board games or bets and even a round of quidditch.

Takes care of his kids when they're sick and lets them have some junk food, even if their other parent doesn't let them.

Takes out his kids for a dad and kid day out once in a while approximately every fortnight.

Takes a lot for him to get mad, and when he is mad it's just the silent treatment for a full day then back to normal tomorrow.

Get his kids their first pet when they're 11 years old and are all ready to go to Hogwarts as a present.

He has integrity.

Neville Longbottom :

He is a good listener. He will listen and let his kids speak and give the best advice.

He is reliable. You can count on him for anything and everything.

He loves gardening and tends your huge garden and probably has a greenhouse too.

Helps his kids with school work especially Herbology.

He reads story books to his kids during bedtime.

He is generous. Too generous. Many people can attest to this.

He's probably very affectionate toward his kids like hugs and pats on the back.

Draco Malfoy :

Probably spoil his kids and buys them anything they want no matter the price.

Become a better dad than his dad, because he wants his kids to feel loved and appreciated.

He tries to be as honest as he can toward his kids no matter what.

One of those dads that are fun to shop with because he has style and is actually helpful at giving fashion tips.

The type to enjoy a glass of wine for dinner.

Strict, but in the best way because he wants what's best for his kids.

Talks about his kids constantly at work, at dinners with friends or colleagues, and to anyone he can talk about this too.

Enjoys taking his family on expensive and lavish vacations.

Cedric Diggory :

He constantly checks up on his kids and asks how everything is going for them.

He's an amazing dad to his kids, but he has a soft spot for his grandkids.

He can fix anything that's broken like furniture, his kid's broken hearts during their first break up, and many more.

The type of dad that shows his partner (his kid's other parents) so much love and respect to give an example of what a good partner and a healthy relationship looks like.

The type of dad that adores and loves all animals.

Stuck up for his kids when they're in trouble with his partner.

A literal saint, because he's so kind and nice and just the best dad.

Oliver Wood :

He teaches his kids how to play quidditch and bond with them through it.

He is always willing to try new things with his kids to show examples of curiosity.

He never loses his temper in front of his kids, always keeping a calm face in front of them no matter how angry he is.

He's the type to carry his kids to their room after they'd fallen asleep on the couch.

He sacrificed a lot to give his family a comfortable life.

He gives his kids a chance to put forth their views and opinions no matter how much he disagrees with them.

He never hesitates to admit his mistakes and apologies to his kids not believing the stereotypes that parents/adults are always right.

Fred Weasley :

He is a good dancer. He can cut a rug and you don't have to ask him twice to dance.

The type of dad that makes a cool handshake with his kids and shows it off as much as he can.

He teaches his kids how to Apparate carefully so they can pass their Apparating test.

A really brave dad.

He loves adventures and is a thrill seeker and brought up his kids to be the same.

A bit of an immature dad but is serious when people need him to be.

He makes funny faces to make his kids laugh until their stomach hurts.

George Weasley :

He tells funny jokes. Inappropriate jokes. Silly jokes. Lots and lots of jokes.

Probably good at building things like cabinets, tables, chairs, and other things.

He's not just a dad he's also his kid's best friend.

Enjoys cold beer on occasion, especially watching a quidditch match.

He's extremely supportive of his kids no matter what they do and chooses in life.

Makes fun of his kids about crushes and early relationships that they had.

He is grateful for what he has in his life.

Blaise Zabini :

Reads the daily prophet like every morning with a cup of hot black coffee in hand.

Probably the most patient dad out of all the boys in here.

He probably cries at his kid's wedding, like an ugly cry out of happiness.

He's the type to like singing/karaoke.

He is not a quitter and he won't let you quit either.

He sends letters quite frequently to his kids while they're away in Hogwarts to keep in touch with them.

He's probably the type to be a good cook and knows what his kids love to eat.

He forgives easily and never holds grudges.

A/N: Hey sexy hope you enjoy that little blurb let me know which one was your favorite in the comments, love you all, and have a great rest of your day xx.

#imagine #hogwarts #wizarding world #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom imagine #ron weasley imagine #draco malfoy imagine #cedric diggory #oliver wood #fred weasley #george weasley #blaise zabini #romantic #harry potter x you #headcanon

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braxlrose · 9 months

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LOOKS:

Eye color:dark brown/black

Hair color:black/orange

Hair style:straight medium hair, wolfcut

Clothing style:retro 2000s

Makeup style:light makeup (I don't wear much)

Height:5'4💀

Nationality/Ethnicity:white and black (mixed), Italian

Gender:Female

PERSONALITY:

3 adjectives that describe you:Empathetic, paranoid, loyal

Are you more of the quiet type or the out going type:Sociable and quite loud-

Do you play an instruments:I play the piano and the violin

What's your type in guys:Caring (I don't really have a type😭)

Which languages do you speak:English, Italian, Spanish (fluently)

3 bands you like to listen to:Tokio Hotel, Guns N Roses, Aerosmith

a/n: just so everybody knows, this is who I think people would fit best w/ personality and style wise. If you get someone you didn't want, that doesn't mean anything and this is just for fun!! This is also going to be written kind of like fanfiction. I also won't be putting a tag list on here.

you're matched up with...

Georg!

When you are Georg first met, you clicked instantly. He thought you were absolutely gorgeous the first time he saw you in a record store. Him and the rest of the band were searching for vinyls when he saw you. You were standing there with the rest of your friends, laughing. God, you had the most beautiful smile.

It didn't take much time for him to muster up the courage to come up to you and ask you out. Of course you said yes and all your friends with smiling and giggling. He was so sweet and looked amazing, there was no way you were going to say no.

He took you out on a first date to a movie, not a best choice georg 💀 so you two didn't have a lot of time to talk. but afterwards when he was driving you home, you learned so much about him. About his band, foods he likes, the music he likes, how he regrets taking you to a movie for your guys' first date 😭. Honestly, it was perfect.

After that, he decided to bring you out on better dates like to restaurants and cute picnics. He definitely learned his lesson.

He's the perfect boyfriend, he always holds you and cuddles you whenever you feel down or if you're having cramps. He loves bringing you out on dates and he can't get enough of braiding your hair at night.

He could sit and listen to you talk for hours. He loves hearing you speak different languages since he can only speak German and English. But that doesn't refrain him from teaching you dumb things in German 😭.

He loves that you like his band too, he wouldn't want to date someone that doesn't. Especially whenever he's playing and he can see you in the crowd smiling up at him. Plus, afterwards you and him go back stage and have some fun 😉.

He also really loves playing the bass for you. When you're just half asleep, laying next to him with your cheek pressed against his shoulder and listening to him play. He adores it sm. Almost as much as he adores you.

He also really loves listening to you play the piano for him. He was never one for the piano, but after you came around he couldn't get enough of it. He loves hearing you play, and all the songs you know.

He goes to the gym sometimes, and loves working on his torso and arms. So he can always pick you up or put you on his shoulders.

He's an asshole though, and will just sit there and watch as you try and grab something from the top shelf, laughing as you climb up onto the counter to get it bc you were just too prideful to ask him.

Whenever he's out with the band and he sees something you might like he hassss to buy it. Whether it's clothes, jewelry, makeup or hair products. He just wants to make you as happy as possible.

On that note, he lets you practice your makeup on him. He just stares up at you the entire time while you practice new eyeliner techniques on him.

He's so sarcastic omg, he's such an asshole. Literally you could be saying anything and he'll have a come back, it's insane.

All and all, you and Georg are meant to be together ♥️

#tom kaulitz #georg listing #bill kaulitz #gustav schafer #tokio hotel match ups #tumblr match ups #tokio hotel #devilish tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz tokio hotel #georg listing tokio hotel #gustav schafer tokio hotel #tokio hotel bill kaulitz

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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I saw you say that you like Raver/Scenecore music, and it has me wondering if you have any thoughts for George and Fred (or even just the rest of the Weasleys too) for what sort of music they'd like?

Ooooo!!! Good ask good ask! I love music so much, and even studying piano right now! My final recital song is even Wizard Wheezes! ((My special interest is Weasleys, what can I say?)) So this is a super amazing and awesome ask! Thank you so much anon! I love love love love music!!!!!

Types Of Music The Weasley Siblings Listen To

William ‘Bill’

Bill is very much a Rock person. You’ll hear him listening to Ghost, Three Day Grace, My Chemical Romance, the classics like that. Just different types of Rock in general. Pop Rock, Rock and Roll, etc. Even go as far as to play an electric guitar. How did he manage to? I mean, magic. Who says you need to plug it in anywhere, when you can just produce magic itself to work it? Loves Alternative Rock Music. Favorite song? Gotta go with a classic like Mary On A Cross

Charlie

Of course he loves punk, and alternative, but he did mellow out a bit when he finally settled into his job. Playing softer music for the new born dragons made him come to love softer songs. Like jazz, country, and folk. So to kinda wrap it all together, he’s a Taylor Swift fan. He’s not a swiftie, but he does enjoy her music. He also loves to play guitar, many kinds, and even knows how to play the flute. Thanks to Hagrid. Playing the guitar, or flute, for the baby dragons is a passion time he wouldn’t trade for anything. Favorite song? 100% Taylor’s ‘No Body No Crime’ for sure

Percy

100% is the type to believe in the Mozart Theory. He listens to classical musics constantly. Such a nerd. Genuinely though, he does enjoy it. It helps him study and focus. So if you were to introduce him to the genre of lofi? He really would like it. Soft wordless music to play in the background, as he works. So he would be such a Stan for The Lofi Girl, if he was to say if he has a favorite anything

Fred And George

Big Band, Jazz, Swing, Techno Swing, they LOVE that high energy bop music. I mean, look at what their literal shops theme song is ((Fun fact, as I am writing this I am ACTUALLY playing Wizard Wheezes on the piano right now, for a recital!)) They gotta love that high energy music. Love it love it love it. Fred and George go nuts for Fully Dressed With Out A Smile. They also will break into Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better if given the chance. They especially loved singing that with Ginny, while growing up

Ron

He was invested in Rock, of course. The side effects of being a younger sibling to a big family, but Hermione helped him explore other interests as well. Helped him be more brave in what he liked. He does love Rock styles, but Pop Rock was more his branch. Pop just has a more fun energy to it. Different from his day to day life. Helps him stand out a little as well, since Bill is more into the alternative/emo/goth aesthetic types or Rock. One Republics ‘Run’ speaks to him a lot. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but he also really likes Sk8ter Boy. Because it makes him think of Hermione. Shhhhh

Ginny

Musicals. She just can’t pick a genere. Growing up with six brothers gave her a love of different types of music. So if you ask her what she likes, she will say musicals. Musicals have so many types and moods. It’s perfect for whenever you don’t know what to listen do. In a romantic mood? High energy? Even depressive gothic? There’s a musical for it. She’s learned to keep her mind open, and invest in different interests. Her favorite song really depends on the mood she’s in, or vibe. But if you had to twist her arm, it’s gonna be that classic Merry Poppins Step In Time. It reminds her of her brothers, whenever they had to do spring cleaning together. If she’s sad, that song will ALWAYS make her feel better. If not? Clearly a imposter!

Bonus: Belladonna

Fun fact about me! I am currently learning piano! I just love music so much. Piano is also good for me health wise, because I have dexterity issues because of my muscle spasms. I’m practicing a recital song, and it’s Wizard Wheezes. Which I’ll perform as my final. I hope to post it on tumblr in the future. As for music I like? Scene/Ravecore and Techno Swing. I guess I just love high energy songs with electric vibes. Ironic, given I have chronic fatigue. Along with, ya know, trapped in a wheelchair. Slay. Thank you again anon! I love music so much, and I am forever grateful I have hearing to enjoy it. A really great ask!!!

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jubiilee13 · 2 years

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[ do you think fish get thirsty? - dreamwastaken ]

A soulmate AU in which the first words ever spoken to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your wrist, and the sentence disappears when you meet them.

tw: a few curse words but thats it :)

gn! reader

This is kinda inspired by those TikTok’s where the people go around asking “what are you listening to” and stuff like that :)

Sorry if there are spelling errors I had to write this on mobile qwq

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“You walk slow y/n” sapnap complained as he stopped his fast paced walking to let you catch up.

“Sap it’s literally 90 fucking degrees outside, sorry I’m not fucking heat resistant” you say, half jokingly as you finally meet his side.

“Why are we even out here again?” You question, as your eyes scan over the busy grounds of your college campus.

“To ask people stupid questions for TikTok clout, I’ll do the filming, you do the asking!” Sapnap exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down slightly with joy.

“How did I end up having to ask the questions?” You ask, the slight annoyance in your tone causing sapnap to stop his bouncing.

“Come on n/n! We never do anything fun anymore! And besides… this is your chance to be social! Meet new people! Maybe even your soulmate!!” He says optimistically, as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“The chances of meeting your soulmate before the age of 25 are like one in a billion sap…” you say before pausing slightly for a moment. Sapnap face falls at your words.

“Please n/n? Do it for me?” He pleads to you, giving you the biggest smile he could muster.

You ponder for a moment before giving him a slight nod.

“YES!! We are going to have such a good time!” Sapnap tells you before grabbing your hand and (quite literally) dragging you towards the crowds of students.

You glance down at your wrist for a moment, looking at the small writing that lingered there.

‘Sorry can you repeat that? I got lost in your eyes’. It was honestly so cheesy, yet you could help but smile at the words written there.

You were quickly torn from your thoughts as you ran into sapnap, who had abruptly stopped walking.

“Ow sap what the hell?!” You say to him as you regain your balance. You look up at him, waiting for him to say something. He remains silent, instead he simply stares at a group of passing boys.

“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you ask them the questions” he whispers to you, still not tearing his eyes away from them.

“Why those boys?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice.

"Thats the football team... I have the feeling their answers will be the funniest" Sapnap replies, while slightly nudging you in their direction.

You stand still for a moment, weighing your options.

"30 and I'll do it" You say without truly thinking.

"Deal" He says happily before pushing you forcefully towards them.

You frown slightly before taking a deep breath and walking towards them.

You first approach Sam, hands shaking slightly before you tapped him on the shoulder. He turns around and before he has the chance to speak you quickly ask,

"If you could rearrange all the colors in the rainbow, what order would you put them in?"

He pauses for a moment, before replying.

"Blue, green, orange, red, purple, yellow"

"Good answer" You say with a giggle, before turning back to sapnap and giving him a small thumbs up. He smiles and gives you a wink, which was the best he could do considering his hands were occupied by the camera.

Next, you approach George. Taking in another deep breath as you come face to face with the shorter boy.

“If dogs walked on two legs how do you think they would dance?” You question, watching his face contort to one of confusion. He thought for a moment before replying with

“Like that one banana from the peanut butter jelly time dance” he says with a laugh.

You hold in your wheeze as you nod softly at him. “That’s.. that’s very specific but now that I think about it I can see it” you say to him before turning on your heel to find another person to ask.

You look over the crowd, trying to find someone new to question. A head of blonde hair caught your eye, and you manoeuvre through the group of boys towards him.

He towers over you, and you have to stand on your tippy toes just to be able to tap the man on the shoulder. He turns around and gives you a small smile, his green eyes peering into yours.

You take a moment to admire his features, smiling softly back at him.

“I-um… do you think fish get thirsty?” You ask, not tearing your eyes away from his own.

He remains silent for a moment, his green orbs practically staring into your soul.

“Sorry.. could you repeat that? I got lost in your eyes” he murmurs flirtatiously, tearing his eyes away from yours to look you up and down.

You stand still for a moment, jaw practically on the floor as you looked away from him to look down at your wrist.

It was gone… the writing was gone. You quickly whip your head back up to look at him, and hold out your wrist for him to see.

He slowly extends his wrist out and holds it beside yours.

They were blank.

You both stood in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“Never in my life would I have thought my first words to my soulmate would’ve been some cheesy pick up line.” He says with a chuckle as he rubs his neck awkwardly.

“Never in my life would I have thought my first words to my soulmate were for some cheesy TikTok” you reply, looking up once again to meet his eyes.

He grinned and extended a hand,

“I’m clay, but my friends call me dream” he says softly.

You smile and attempt to extend your hand out to his own, but we’re quickly startled by sapnaps excited yelling.

“N/N HOLY SHIT I GOT THAT ALL ON VIDEO!! YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE!! SEE, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA!!” He exclaims loudly, causing both you and clay to wince.

You turn back to look at sapnap, giving him an embarrassed glare. He mutters a small sorry before backing away from the two of you.

“Sorry about him, I’m y/n” you say before extending your hand out to him once again. He shakes it with a smile, and turns it over to give it a small kiss.

Once again the two of you are overcome by comfortable silence, his hand still holding onto yours.

“So um… could I get your number? I mean we are soulmates after all, I figured I need some way to get to know you better. Or, better yet I could always take you out sometime! A good looking person like you deserves the best of the best, y’know?” he says with a cheeky grin.

God you barley even knew the man and his smile was still enough to make you weak in the knees.

“Yeah.. yeah, I’d like that”

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a/n : SORRY THIS IS KINDA SHITTY IM TIRED BUT I WANTED FLUFFY DREAM CONTENT

#dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken #dream smp x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x y/n #dream smp #dream x you #dream x reader

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sharpnothashtag · 4 days

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My dad was a music minister. I was at church every time the doors were open. I watched VeggieTales before I could speak. I spent long nights in the church while Dad worked and Mom prepared for VBS. When I was too sick to go to school, I slept in my dad's office on a handbell cushion.

I was at church almost as much as I was at home. I did my homework there; I ate meals there; I worked one of my first jobs there.

When I was 12, I joined the youth group. My friends left me. I still had baby teeth when my Sunday School class, who had decided I was gay, gang sodomized/raped me with a box of tampons. When I asked them why, they said this was for when praying the gay away didn't work.

I put it out of my head. They were trying to save my soul, right?

A few months later, the leadership team (older people from the youth group) beat the shit out of me in the garden my mom and I started years before as a mother-daughter project. When I asked them why, they said they cared, and they didn't want me to go to hell for being gay. They HAD to beat it out of me.

I cleaned myself off and put it out of my head. This literally meant that they cared enough to keep me from eternal damnation. I was worth saving, right?

No one talked to me. I stopped talking at church. I was kicked out of every group except for my dad's choir. I only sang--I wouldn't speak unless I was with my dad. Every once in a while, I would muster up the courage to say something, but then my entire body would tense up. I didn't deserve to be there. Something was wrong with me.

I had accepted Christ. I read my Bible every single morning. I prayed for God to change my circumstances or change me. The Jesus they were talking about didn't seem like the one I read about in the scriptures, but that didn't necessarily mean that I was right about that.

I was truly, truly alone.

Through all of this, I was a teenager who LOVED VeggieTales. So, at the end of the day, even though I was alone, I had Bob to give me a good talking to; I had Larry to keep me laughing. I had Jimmy and Jerry and Jean-Claude and Philipe and Junior and Archibald and Scooter and Madame Blueberry and the Scallions to keep me going (and yes, all the rest, too). When I had a question about scripture, I brought it to Grampa George. When I was having a bad day, I'd go talk to Laura and Annie. When I needed a hero, LarryBoy was always there for me.

At 14, I was an on-and-off member of the Praise Team. We sang contemporary Christian music by Chris Tomlin, Hillsong, Casting Crowns, etc. I listened to it and sang it constantly. I did that kind of singing nonstop for different churches until I was 24.

My background in Dad's choir was mostly Hymn arrangements and Gaither Vocal Band. I sang a LOT of that as well. When I got to college, I was hired to do that at churches as well as the Contemporary thing.

Finally, at 24, I discovered that I was NOT past my church trauma--in fact, I was just remembering most of it. I changed denominations to get back to a more traditional service.

I've worked hard in therapy on my church trauma, and church is still hard for me. I keep going, and I continue to heal in new ways every day.

In my head, I still had the community of Veggies. Even though I also had people, the Veggies were always there to keep me grounded in what my faith was really about.

Today, on my way to church, God told me to play some Christian music in my car. As a rule, I don't listen to that in my car unless I'm working on something specific. I kept trying to find something that wasn't going to trigger me.

I stumbled across this:

This album is every bit as silly as you think it is.

Every single one of these songs is really triggering for me. They make me feel like I don't belong, even though it's been years since I experienced that. My heart rate skyrockets, and I can't breathe.

Not today.

Because today, Bob and Larry were there to remind me that God can redeem anything. The silly voices in my head/on this CD reminded me that NOTHING can separate me from the love of God. Not barbed wire, or a mean dog, or a really bad haircut. Not people who hurt me beyond what I'm ready to talk about here. Not my dad's death. Not PTSD. Not anxiety. Not OCD. Not Prozac. Nothing.

Why?

Because God made me special, and God loves me very much.

#veggietales #Spotify

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Wholesome OC Ask Meme, 4 for Victoire, 11 for Ursula!!

MWAH MWAH MWAH I literally had to pause writing this reply because it sidetracked into me doing some actual writing, thank you truly, my friend

Okay so Ursula + 11 first: 'What is an item of clothing/an accessory that completes them/makes them feel safe?' So this was a little tricky at first, because Ursula is a bit of a magpie, a bit of a maximalist, but largely because she's constantly gathering/making/doing things. She carries a little pearl-handled knife with her at all times. It's a memento from her mother, and it was her constant companion when she was young and speedrunning learning complicated magic with high energy demands. The knife was, during this time, for giving her blood to whatever bit of greenery was close at hand and willing to help. She doesn't do this nearly as much any more, but she still feels at a loss without the knife in her pocket/apron/bag/whatever.

Next is Victoire + 4: 'What is the thing they like most about their friends, and what is the thing their friends like the most about them?' I'll answer this in pairs! Victoire + Hedda: Victoire looks up to Hedda as someone with a lot of internal strength, and she also realizes fairly early on in their friendship that Hedda understands her really well. They have a lot of shared experiences, and they never really talk about this as much as would be good for them, but Victoire can rely on Hedda to not hassle her to be honest or to talk about her feelings or whatever. They can just literally wrestle about it, and it's always what Victoire needs. Praise from Hedda is like catnip to Victoire, and Victoire would sooner die than admit it. ||||||||| Hedda, meanwhile, is really proud of Victoire (not something she's likely to say outright - these two are a problem, especially together) for all that she's achieved in spite of a really really messy magical awakening. Hedda also is usually grateful for the blunt way Victoire speaks to her. They have a good dynamic when neither of them really wants to talk, but there's some emotion that needs venting (which is frequently) Victoire + George: Victoire appreciates George just as much as she does Hedda for the experiences they share, but something she realizes about George as time goes on is that he is actually remarkably nonjudgmental. This comes as a surprise to her when she realizes it, because when they were both still sealed, she would have said he was the most up-tight and fastidious person she knew, but as it turns out, it was just a corruption of his real personality trait which is CARES A LOT AND WANTS TO GO OUT OF HIS WAY TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT FOR PEOPLE. She can usually count on him to listen to whatever she has to say without saying anything critical, even if he doesn't care for something, he tends to listen first and criticize later, if at all. ||||||||| George meanwhile is very protective of Victoire. Though he tells Hedda all the time that they're not responsible for things they did while sealed, the truth is he suffers from guilt the same as she does. He finds Victoire's bluntness and tendency to take the most direct route towards getting what she wants a breath of fresh air, and inspiring.

Ask meme here

#this was so fun thank you!!!!#ask meme #answered #asks #monoc

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Toto’s webinar

Hey y’all! I just got back home (It’s literally 12am) and I have linked the audio of the Toto webinar here. However, I cut out the intro because it contains semi-private info about one of Toto’s family members that is revealed by the interviewer and I feel like Toto wouldn’t want that info reaching a wide audience given how private he is about that specific area of his life and I want to respect that. There are also some breaks in the recording for when my connection died (nothing major but it’s a thing). I’ve also done a break down of the Webinar by subject if you don’t feel like listening to the entire hour and just want highlights on specific things.

On Drive to Survive

1. He didn’t initially want to join DTS because it reminds him of a circus but he changed his mind when a friend of his asked for tickets to a race because they had watched DTS. That changed his stance.

On the 2022 Car performance

3. Toto explains that they underestimated the porpoising because it doesn’t appear on tests conducted in the wind tunnel (they can’t get the car up to speeds of 350km/h) so it doesn’t show up on the data. They could strengthen the floor of the car but then they lose downforce so they would prefer an alternate solution.

4. If the car doesn’t perform how it should in Barcelona (10 days), they may have to revert to a more conventional car design (i.e. a car with actual sidepods). Fuckkkkkkk. Good news is that he didn’t say they’d scrap the entire season and focus on next year so that gives me hope.

On The Team’s Culture

5. Toto’s core belief for running Merc is “I don’t run racing cars, I run people that run racing cars.” He believes that if you create a company culture that allows people to communicate freely and empowers them, you lift the standards everyday and that translates directly into performance. So he’s created a system where a mechanic can come up to him directly and let him know that the car design doesn’t work or could be improved etc.

6. He said that he believes the culture and honesty has to start with him so when they’re debriefing he comes clean. He said he admit a anything from not handling his emotions as he should have to being too controlling and distracting the strategists when they have to decide when to pit the car (Idk if he was speaking about Miami but that came to mind for me).

On Abu Dhabi 2021

7. About Abu Dhabi 2021, he said he would have been happy to lose the WDC if M*x and Redbull were the stronger team but he doesn’t believe that’s what happened. He gave a breakdown of the team’s strategy (they expected the safety car to allow all cars to unlap) and said the race director “freestyled” by putting Lewis in a position he couldn’t defend. He said he felt helpless, like he was a kid and that his destiny was in the hands of someone who had “lost the plot”. A 6’5”, at the time, 49 year old man said Michael Masi made him feel like a kid. Y’all, I was on stage surrounded by the president of my university and I nearly burst into tears on stage. I can’t imagine how awful that felt.

8. He thought there was a way to get Lewis the championship legally but realized that people move on and don’t want to win the championship 2 months down the line in court. The images still hurt him and he still can’t watch DTS because of it. He copes with it by saying it’s an F1 race and it’s entertainment. It’s not politics, it doesn’t change people’s lives, it’s a sporting event, so you just have to move on.

On Managing 2 Drivers

9. On dealing with team rivalries and how he intends to handle George and Lewis competing on the same team, he said you could deal with it in 1 of 2 ways. 1) Establish a clear pecking order of who is the priority driver or 2) the more interesting and challenging option is to manage 2 alphas and get the best performance out of both.

10. He described racing drivers as “traumatized kids who were put in a go-kart by their parents at the age of 8 and told to race out there in the rain with each other… and then suddenly you put these traumatized kids in a formula 1 car and you say, ‘now you’re driving for Mercedes’ and you need to perform for the team” SIR PLEASE.

11. He spoke to Alain Prost about managing 2 drivers and Alain explained that the most frustrating thing to deal with as a driver is a lack of transparency (not knowing if the team prioritizes you or the other driver) and so he has tried to be as transparent about his motivations as possible which can be uncomfortable. That means being straight with the drivers, giving team orders when he thinks one driver is leading the championship and while they may agree to disagree at least everything is out in the open.

12. He praises George and Lewis and said they work great together. He said the fact that George and Lewis aren’t competing for wins/championships sucks generally but it actually helps George’s integration to the team and currently works well for team dynamics.

On Managing Drivers on a Psychological Level

13. Toto says that his prior experience as a driver informs him on the psychological pressure drivers have to endure and thinks that anyone in F1 is mentally resilient in the racing car (suck a dick Helmut Marko and associated RBR fans) but doesn’t mean the same applies outside the car.

14. He thinks that drivers being realistic with their own capabilities and benchmarks for success is integral to their performance.

15. He says his family doesn’t care if he wins or loses at the end of the day. The important thing is that he gives them love and support. He asks himself at the end of the day, “where have I been a fool today and where can I improve” to be a better person and entrepreneur.

On the Changes to the Regulations

16. The interviewer said something interesting. He said that ironically U.S. sporting institutions appear to be more socialist compared to European sporting institutions. They’ve historically had salary caps, they have drafts to produce a form of parity which is a thing that is lacking in European sporting institutions. Lmk if y’all agree.

17. Toto said “The U.S. has socialized sport in order to capitalize on it.” Toto said that f1 is doing the same thing, stopping teams from spending millions of dollars in order to extract 1/10th of a second from the car. He said Merc makes about $550 million in revenue (Jesus wtf) and the cost cap has fundamentally reduced engineering costs from $300 million (also wtaf) to $40 million (still a ridiculous amount) which allows them to make a profit (for the investors) and not just break even.

18. This means that teams have an easier gap to bridge to the front of the pack and makes for more entertainment and variability (he mentioned Valtteri racing against Lewis and George).

On Investing in F1

19. Toto said that F1 could add 2 more teams but no one has an appetite for it (not the FIA, not F1, not the teams) because it would dilute the prize gains. The only way they would accept the addition of 2 new teams is if they had a really creative way to bring in more revenue and balance out the dilution of the prize fund which no one has done.

20. He said F1 is a very lucrative investment because it has entertainment, live media and tech which are resilient industries and are great for profit. He said there is more demand to join F1 than there is supply. He said no teams or shares are for sale today (which confused me…what is all this talk about Audi and Porsche joining then?)

21. Toto said that he didn’t have a choice in choosing to be both CEO and team principal when deciding to buy shares in the team. He originally refused to be the CEO because he saw himself strictly as an entrepreneur but Daimler Benz (Mercedes parent company) told him it was a package deal. He says he’s honored and lucky the unconventional (CEO/Team Principal) structure works so well because many other teams have folded due to too much involvement by the parent company. He also says it’s a lot of pressure because the Merc F1 team has a lot of visibility and drives a lot of the sales for the parent Mercedes company.

On Sustainability

22. He says that switching to electric cars is common sense but the infrastructure for it doesn’t exist yet. He said that unlike LA which is urban and has strict environmental rules, other countries aren’t there yet.

23. He said that by 2025, the fuel that will be powering F1 cars will be 100% sustainable fuel that can be found anywhere and carbon neutral (fuel by definition cannot be sustainable, it’s made from dead compacted organisms so he kinda lost me here).

24. Toto said that the lack of sound (think revving engines) in more sustainable cars will be interesting because F1 is inherently an audiovisual sport. People automatically think louder cars are faster but he thinks that is changing. He said his kids, Benedict and Rosie, thought he was nuts for enjoying the sound of his car in a tunnel, so opinions are changing.

On getting a job in F1

25. They’re always looking for good people. Rigor and grades are important but who you are also fundamentally matters (that’s such a dad answer lmao). Your passion for the sport and outside interests matter. He said he gets emails from enthusiastic kids all the time.

26. He said that the Social Media Marketing position they advertised a couple of months ago got over 4,000 applications (sorry to all the people that applied and didn’t get it).

On Women and Diversity in f1

27. He talked about Susie being the last woman to race an F1 car on a race weekend and that she has influenced him. He believes starting at the grassroots level in karting will improve diversity. He said that Susie’s FE team is more than 50% female (yay!) and so he encourages women and girls to try it out especially because as he said, F1 is a robust business.

28. He said “women are much more stable in terms of mental resilience”.

29. He says the sport has historically been male and white dominated and diversifying the sport (in terms of gender, race, ethnicity, religion etc) is very close to his heart because it translates to diverse perspectives and better performance.

On Niki Lauda

30. He called Niki a strong figure who he used to butt heads with a lot because he was a non-executive chairman and Toto ran the team. It came to a head when Niki extended an olive branch and Toto decided to trust him. He said from there they became like twin brothers. No one could interfere with them (except maybe Toto’s son Benedict). He missed Niki as a friend, an advisor, a mascot, someone who could suggest crazy ideas and not be seen as irrational.

31. Niki was always very unemotional, always rational and pragmatic and claimed he had no friends because of it. He said that after a race, he and Niki went out to eat and Toto immediately started talking about the race but Niki told him to shut up. Niki said “I need to tell you something, you know I have no friends”, and Toto is like yeah, you tell me all the time. Niki started getting emotional and said if he laid in a dungeon at night, he wouldn’t be able to reach Toto, then said if there was something like a half-friend, Toto would be his half-friend, then Niki got teary-eyed. I don’t quite get the dungeon analogy but the point is he misses Niki a lot.

On What’s Next

32. Toto said no one is interested in what he’s done in the past. He doesn’t care what’s on his Wikipedia page. Championships are in the past. What matters is he is trying to have an impact on the environment around him, as a father with his family and as an employer with the team.

33. He said that at the beginning of each new season, they revert back to zero and that “currently, we are losing. Fact.” He said what happened 4 months ago is irrelevant and that he’s just trying to look at the future.

34. He said he oscillates between the dance floor and the balcony. The dance floor is (where he is now, trying to run the team and fix the car) and the balcony (is looking at the financial and political future of the team)

Boo! He didn’t answer my question about balancing the ethics of his sponsors with the responsibility of keeping the team afloat financially. Anywho, he looked tired and I don't believe the time difference between LA and Europe helped so it makes sense. Anyways, that’s it folks!

#We'll see how Barcelona goes #Abu Dhabi continues to haunt me #abu dhabi gp 2021 #f1 #formula 1 #toto wolff #lewis hamilton #george russell #valtteri bottas #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes amg petronas #mine

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