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silentwhsprs · 11 months

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━━━━━ marthas diner , miles morales

miles and his family are dining in at your workplace, he embarrassed you infront of your entire class, remembering that miles has been missing out on a lot of spanish, so you’re using that to your advantage.

You washed the dishes that were leftover from your friends last shift. It was about 9:30 P.M. at night and nobody usually dined in around this time so you were left to close up after 10:15P.M.

You checked your phone ever so often since the gentle song of “California Love,” by Tupac was playing. It was a classic so you hummed the tune while drying off your hands. You noticed the sudden movement of shadows outside of the window shades and quickly hid behind a counter.

“Hun, you have to trust me on this! Martha’s Diner is where all the kids used to meet up at. They sold milkshakes for the price of 25¢! Are you hearing me! 25¢!” A voice exaggerated, “I know but I’m telling you, these waitresses are rude and don’t listen!” The lady-like voice replied.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s here..” The man voice began, “Hello! Anyone here? Are y’all open!?”

You stood up from your squatting position and walked toward the group, you realized it was Miles’ parents, Rio and Jeff.

“Oh hey, I didn’t expect to see you Mr and Mrs. Morales! Is Miles tagging along with you guys tonight?” You smiled gently.

“Yes he will be. We all planned to end the night on a good foot even though Miles is grounded. He should be coming in here shortly. He had to grab something from the car.” Rio explained.

“Okay.. so table for three then? Follow me.” You said, walking over to an empty booth that sat in the corner, although it was in the corner it had the best view of Brooklyn in the entire diner. Many people often reserved to sit there.

“Thank you, amor.” Rio smiled, the abrupt ringing of the bell is what captured both of your attention. It was Miles, he had his usual blue and red jacket combo but his face was wet and his jeans appeared to be damped from the inside.

“Miles, trae tu culo aquí!” (Miles, get your ass here!) Rio shouted waving her hand over to the booth. As he walked over you reminisced of earlier that day when he called you out in class that you had slobbed all over your computer the previous night which led to your computer keys jamming. You were so embarrassed you ran out of class not even caring for the detentions you were given for the rest of the month.

“Ah, I’m coming, Mamá.” He groaned. He walked passed you and hung the wet coat over the booth top. “Okay, well it’s only you guys. So I can give you a 25% Family Discount, just don’t tell my boss.” You winked, pulling out your notepad.

“So.. to start off with drinks what would you like?” You asked, “We’ll start off with waters.” Jeff said, opening the menu that was set in the center of the table.

Miles focused his vision on you, looking you up down gazing at the dress you were required to wear. Usually, you had to wear skates but since your boss wasn’t there you wore your tennis shoes that had been set in your locker for a few months.

You took in notice of Miles gazing’ you didn’t know whether his parents noticed but you were sure that you were going to make sure they did. “Mis ojos están aquí arriba, pervertido.” (My eyes are up here pervert) You spat, Rio’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, Jeff didn’t understand a word that you just said but knew it wasn’t good.

“Aye! Miles! The 3 months of you being grounded has been turned into 5! And I swear if you miss another class, I will ¡estrangularte y enviarte al campo de entrenamiento!” (I will strangle you and send you to boot camp)

“I wasnt-“ Miles started.

“I don’t want to hear it! Can we get the chips and salsa?” Rio asked still glaring at her 15-year-old son. “Of course.” You said glaring at Miles.

You walked toward the back, and grabbed the clean cups and filled them up with water, you also grabbed the tray alongside the paper and filled it up with chips. Grabbing the larger tray you put all of the items on there and began walking toward the group.

“Here you guys go, These items will be on your bill as the appetizer, now is there anything you would like for your meal?” You asked, preparing the notepad once again.

“No love, how about you join us.” Rio said, moving over her purse to add room in the booth. “Oh no, I couldn’t.” You gently refused.

“Come on, I’m sure you’ll be a nice influence to this little knucklehead, he needs to find a young girl like you and not girls who refer to me by my first name.” She said referring to Gwen earlier that day.

“Ma, she wasn’t trying to provoke you, it was just harmless-“ Miles started, “Harmless?! You know your father and I hate being called by our first name and it’s no free passes to Gwanda or Gwen whatever her name is! Nor, Ganke!” Rio spat, slamming her hand on the table.

Jeff rolled his eyes at the situation, it was originally him and Miles but now it was between Miles and his wife. But, your awkward standing position was beginning to feel uncomfortable so you immediately sat down to ease the tension. “Okay.. Mrs. Morales, how about this. Puedo ear clases particulares a Miles en español, para que pueda pasar el rato con la chica blanca.” (I can tutor Miles in Spanish, so he can hang out with the white girl) You evilly smiled.

You knew Miles wasn’t ever in Spanish and when he was he was always zoning out as if he was ready to jump out of the window at any given chance, so you decided that since he decided to embarrass you in front of your entire class you would embarrass him in front of his parents.

Miles immediately shook his head instantly at your words which caused Mrs. Morales to look at him suspiciously, “Gracias (Y/N), Rees el único amiga genuino que tiene.” (Thank you (Y/N), you’re the only genuine friend he has) Rio thanked.

Miles threw his head back as Jeff started laughing, the entire salsa bowl was gone and the only chips that were left was just crumbs. “Hey Miles, how about we start off with a quiz just to assure that you aren’t a No Sabo Kid..” You smirked.

He glared at you, his honey brown irises piercing through yours. “Eres una chica sucia.” (You’re a dirty girl.) He growled. “Y eres un pervertido.” (And you’re a pervert) You smirked.

Rio looked shocked at the choice of words being transferred between you two, “Cálmate, todos son 15.” (Calm down, everyone is 15.)

Miles relieved the tension by slouching down, he knew he liked Gwen but there was just something about you that made his stomach turn. He loved bothering you and embarrassing you he loved how flustered you got whenever he pointed out the littlest things about you.

“Gay Amos a la parte de atrás, si quieres continuar con esto.” (Let’s go to the back, if you want to continue this.) You suggested, you also knew that Rio understood every word you just said, but did Miles?

“¿Qué?” Miles chuckled nervously. Rio’s eyelids begin to rise, but the sudden announcement of Jeff’s radio sliced the tension with a knife. “Ugh, sorry, honey. I gotta go. Deal with the kids, alright, I love you.” Jeff stammered attempting to climb over Miles and run out the door. Since his dad left the only thing you could do is get Miles flustered on how he made you flustered all the damn time.

“Well, your fathers gone. But I’m not done with you Miles Gonzalo Morales. Now help this girl tidy up. I didn’t even get to taste the food because your gordo de padre.” (fathers fat) Rio sighed, grabbing her purse. “Get her home safely Miles.” She said before hearing the last ringing bell.

The tension between you two was sky rocketing.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PT.2 OR MAKE ONE ABOUT EARTH 42 MILES. SEND ME REQUESTS SURROUNDING THE SPIDERVERSE ONLY PLS!!!

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httpiastri · 28 days

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PERFECTLY FINE – CHAPTER ONE (BAHRAIN)

genre: fluff, angst, etc.

warnings: hmmm nothing i think

word count: 5.3k

author's note: aaaa first chapter !! i don't rlly like it but still !!!! a very much opener/get-to-know-the-characters/intro chapter, so maybe boring at times idk. still so excited, thanks to everyone who's contributed. love u all <333

author's note pt2: when i write about the different drivers and their living situations, i know it's not all accurate to how they actually live irl. ik i wrote modena instead of maranello here for ollie although idk exactly when he moved, but there are mentions of milton keynes for the rbj drivers bcs it made it easier for me. anyways, just go with whatever i say about how they live lol. also !!!! i changed yn's team from mp to campos hehe. okay now let's start :)

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the winter break coming to an end is always a bittersweet feeling.

having a lot of free time to catch up with friends and family is always greatly appreciated, but at the same time, it doesn't take many days before you miss racing after the last race of the season. especially when the season is as short as the f3 season is, and especially when you don't partake in any of the winter-season races.

this year, though, coming back to the paddock doesn't feel as complicated as it most often does. your heart is light and your smile is big as you enter through the gates after the long taxi ride from your hotel, and you already can't wait to get started.

as you make your way toward the campos truck, you greet a few people you meet here and there, but it's the sight of a head full of dark, curly hair that makes you stop in your tracks. "jak!"

the american turns around when he hears your voice, grin taking over his face already. you strut all the way over to him, practically throwing yourself into his arms. "hey there," he chuckles, giving you a big hug.

"oh, i've missed you so much!" you exclaim, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away. "it feels like i haven't seen you in ages."

"right? the break was way too long."

juan pokes his head through the door to the truck when he hears your voices, making some kind of comment about all of these loud teenagers always causing a commotion, before coming down to greet you with a hug as well. "how was your break?" he asks.

"wonderful, really. i spent most of it at home, catching up with family and friends. then me and ollie-" your eyes widen at your own words. you clear your throat, looking away from both of the boys for a second. "well, i went to italy."

your relationship with ollie isn't exactly a secret around the paddock, but it's a bit of an unspoken rule not to mention it too much. both because you all want to separate your personal lives from your racing ones – you don't wish to crash into a close friend like jak any more than you'd like to crash into ollie, after all – and because a certain other driver might be around to hear.

someone who's quite the conflict of interest in this specific topic.

your break truly was wonderful. it felt like the only things on your schedule were skiing in the italian mountains, gym-and sim-training, and just relaxing at home in england to recharge for the next season. you had spent a lot of it with ollie, getting to know both him and his family better. it hadn't taken you long before you were best friends with his little sister, sharing little inside jokes and spending time cheering her on at the stable. and you'd even grown surprisingly close with ollie's younger brother, and you loved seeing the three siblings interact.

they all made you feel truly at home with them, like an extended family. you couldn't have asked for anything more.

ollie was well-known in your family even before the break, especially considering how he was one of the first drivers your father picked out for the academy. and during the break, he only further impressed them; he always helped out with household tasks, he did his best to create connections to every relative of yours that he met, and he even bought the sweetest little christmas presents for your parents and grandparents. however, just the mention of italy in your current conversation is enough to make the dams drivers understand. no other detail is necessary.

when you're done talking about your break, it's juan's turn, and then jak's. during the catchup, more and more people drop by to say hello, and it doesn't take long before there's a full-on gathering outside the dams truck. dennis, another one of your former academy members, and pepe, your new teammate and newly found platonic soulmate, both listen in as jak tells you all about how jetlagged he is after coming back from the states just two days ago. "have you gotten properly settled in with aston?" you ask with a smile.

"totally. it's been great, honestly. even the apartment they found for me is top-notch."

"oh? better than milton keynes?"

jak raises his eyebrows at you, and then he bursts out laughing. "duh." throughout the many years of living next-door from each other, there wasn't a single day when the two of you didn't complain about something the apartment complex. the smell, the noise, the trails of blood in the staircase; not exactly things you'll miss when you move out one day.

"i still can't really believe we're not neighbors anymore," you complain, jutting out your bottom lip as you speak. "i've been so close to knocking on your old door so many times, but now some other freak lives there-"

"hey!" pepe shoves your shoulder, and the whole group laughs. "you're much worse than i am!"

"i'm so glad i finally moved out of there," dennis chimes in. "if i had been neighbors with y/n and pepe at the same time… i don't think i would've gotten any sleep at all, man."

"i didn't get any sleep for four years when i lived there..." jak groans.

"is this your first time in a series together?" juan jumps in, looking between you and jak, but seems surprised when you both nod. "best friends but you've never raced each other? maybe this season is what forces you apart."

"yeah, what will you do if i crash into you when you're in the lead?" jak teases, pressing an elbow into your side.

"then i think a few compromising pictures of you might make their way to the aston martin headquarters..."

when it's like this, being on the same grid with all of these people is so easy. you're all friends, not opponents. all in the same boat with the same excitement and expectations for the season. unfortunately, you know it won't stay this uncomplicated for long. when you're actually out on track in a few weeks, forcing each other into the walls and swearing at each other over the team radios, there won't be any more happy faces.

but for now, you enjoy smiling with the people who are just as much your friends as they are your enemies. that is, until you spot someone else joining your little group.

paul.

suddenly, the smile feels much more forced; the air is thicker and harder to breathe in. and when he makes his way over to you, a lump forms in your throat.

a lump you understand probably won't disappear all season.

the second you're back in your hotel room, you reach for the little dark blue book you've hidden in your bedside drawer. the pen in your hand is one you've had for years, one you always bring with you to every race weekend. the ink has been refilled possibly hundreds of times, but the plastic body has remained the same ever since you bought it.

the journal itself is torn; it's been used and loved for many years, too. it's like an extra best friend, a second home. when you're writing in it, it's one of the few times you feel like you can actually be your true, authentic self – it's one of the few times when you're not afraid that someone will judge your emotions or thoughts.

today, you know what you want to write about instantly.

i saw paul for the first time since abu dhabi.

i haven't been able to stop thinking about him. no matter how hard, i couldn't get him out of my mind. i've been wondering what he looks like now, how his voice has changed, if his smile is still as bright. and suddenly, he was there and i saw him.

the answer? he's just as he always was. and i can't tell if that makes me feel alright or awful.

you're pulled out of your head by the sound of a knock on your door, and you instantly scramble to hide your journal in the drawer again. the second you pull the door open and ollie's gaze meets yours, it's like all of your previous thoughts disappear. it's just you and him again; no one else even exists.

especially not paul.

"are you ready to go?" ollie asks, hands finding your sides as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i found the address of some good pasta place, it's just a few blocks from here."

you nod, your hands landing on top of his and giving them a quick squeeze before pulling away. "i just need to put on some earrings," you start, backing into the room. "will you help me choose?"

"of course."

"carlos set a stunning lap today. did you see it?"

the question makes you roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you bring out three plates from the cupboard above the stove. your dad has always been quick to comment on anything good regarding ferrari; to anyone living in the max verstappen era, even a sliver of a good result is enough to spark some hope, so you aren't exactly surprised. "yes, dad. of course i saw it."

"i reckon this will be our year," your dad continues as you walk past him cooking by the stove, carrying the plates to the dinner table. "carlos will make them regret getting lewis instead of him."

you can't help the chuckle that leaves your mouth. your mom gives you a knowing glare over her newspaper – don't start anything. you choose to ignore it. "you really think this is how it's going to look next week during the actual race?" you ask. "you don't think max is sandbagging the slightest?"

"i'm just telling you," your dad starts, giving his stew a good stir. the snarky tone in his voice is unmistakable. "don't come home crying to me when you realize red bull isn't going to cut it anymore. if you regret your choices, go somewhere else."

even like this, when you're back home for a few days to catch up with your family, neither of you can stay away from this bickering. your dad is always pestering you about sticking with the red bull junior team, and you never can back down from a fight. you're way too stubborn.

"are you saying that i wouldn't have a place in ferrari if i wanted to?" you set the plates down with a thud, the sound making your mother flinch in her seat by the table. "you would say no to your only daughter, huh?"

"i'm just saying that you'd need to prove yourself to get into the academy."

despite your harsh tones, most people around you think you're just joking around when you act like this; some family-mockery can never hurt, right? however, there's always a hint of seriousness behind it. it's been like this between the two of you forever, and especially ever since your dad became the head of the ferrari driver academy – the rivalry between you two is stronger than ever.

you've always been sure of your choice; you've always felt like the red bull family is perfect for you. but recently, you've started to wonder if staying with the team actually was the right thing for you. what really is your future in the team? it's not like you haven't got great drivers ahead of you, drivers who will be called in for a possible f1 seat before you.

and it's not like red bull has a stellar record of keeping all of their drivers. they only have four seats in formula one, after all.

your dad wants you in ferrari, that much is clear. you may have joined the red bull junior team because of his past with the team; he did win their first ever championship, after all. accepting was the only option when you got the offer to join. however... your dad really wants you in ferrari. there's just something about the brand, the colors and the history that obviously is intriguing for everyone. even lewis hamilton couldn't stay away, for god's sake.

you can't admit it, though. not here, not right now.

so instead, you choose to fight fire with fire. "bullshit," you mumble under your breath before speaking clearly again. "second in the championship last year wasn't proof enough?"

"stop this," your mom says, folding up her newspaper and placing it on the table. you roll your eyes yet again but look back at her when she speaks again. "new subject: how is our dear ollie doing?"

you visibly relax at the question, your heart softening in your chest. "he's good. he's back in modena now, so..."

if it had been your dad asking about ollie, you know it would've been because he's interested in how the academy is doing. but since your mom is the one asking, you know it's real concern and curiosity. "how did he find the new car? did he enjoy testing?"

"not really," you say, slipping into the seat opposite your mum as your dad places the pot of stew in front of you on the table. "though, you know, the prema cars are never that good in bahrain. but he assumes they'll bounce back."

there's something in your dad's tone when he speaks again that makes you stop in the middle of your reach for the ladle. "yeah, so i've heard..." it's almost sarcastic, maybe a bit... irritated?

you turn towards him, a frown on your face. "what?"

"william," your mom says with a shake of her head. she knows something. "let's not go there." but just as you're about to call them out on how strange they're acting, she speaks again: "what do your upcoming weeks look like? for how long will you be back in england?"

anyone with eyes – or even without, to be fair – can tell that they're hiding something. and while your curiosity is killing you, you're not in the mood for a full-fledged fight at this time. you take the high road, which isn't your most familiar way of handling things like this, and try your best to push away any wishes to question your parents. you answer, engage in polite conversations and chat about your upcoming season. then, you thank them for dinner and leave the house after giving them their respective kisses on their cheeks.

but all evening, your mind is on something else. and when you get back home to your apartment, your fingers itch to send ollie a text asking if he knows anything. but instead, you go to bed with a knot in your stomach. maybe it's a topic for another day.

being back in the car for testing was great, but it was nothing compared to being back on the track for an actual race weekend. the first round of the championship was something you'd looked forward to for what felt like years, and now it was finally time. you've never been more excited, or nervous, for any race weekend.

you weren't off to the best of starts, though. qualifying has always been one of your stronger suits, so coming 13th was not a result you had anticipated. thankfully, it meant you had time to practice overtaking and had a good chance of improving your place. having to start right behind pepe and paul in both races was an interesting coincidence, but you were obviously not going to let any of it affect your racing.

though p8 is not the best place to finish, you are actually quite pleased with having gained several positions in the sprint race and taking your first point of the year. the car was, as you knew it would be, very different from the f3 car, although you were surprisingly confident and managed it well despite the circumstances.

paul, too, handled it all very well – p12 to p5 is a great record. and when he sees the timing board and realizes that you also did well considering the circumstances, he's overjoyed. he's practically bouncing down the paddock when he finally gets out of his car, accepting the fans' cheers and the handshakes from his engineers with a big grin. and when he sees you further down the paddock, his mind is filled with memories of the two of you celebrating your good placements in all other categories.

just because you aren't a couple now doesn't mean you can't honor these results together, right?

but just a second later, he realizes that you're surrounded by the familiar red-clad staff members instead of your own campos staff, and you're standing right by that red prema car he knows so well. and, sure enough, soon the person he'd forgotten about steps up to you.

paul watches as you wrap your arms around ollie's shoulders, and his heart sinks in his chest. your boyfriend hides his face in your shoulder and your hand comes up to stroke the skin on the back of his neck. paul can tell how your lips are moving, and the pout you're showing off tells him enough about what's going on even though he can't actually hear what you're saying. you aren't prioritizing being happy about your own race – it's more important to comfort ollie.

to paul, there's something so unsettling about the sight. he's seen the two of you together many times before – besides, he gets tagged in pretty much every picture a fan takes of you with your boyfriend – but it isn't your proximity that he has issues with.

the thing that upsets him is the fact that there's a frown stretched across your features; one that doesn't leave even when you part from ollie, or when you're cheered on by your mechanics, or when you leave for your post-race interviews. a frown that any other time would be replaced with a big, proud smile because of your accomplishments.

the music blasting into your ears from your airpods cuts out the rest of the world, the usually so busy and loud paddock all gone the second you pressed the play button on your phone. it's been your favorite way of getting in the race mood for years; you're not superstitious in many other ways, but your playlist has stayed the same since your first season in f4. walking around the garage, doing your warmups, or even just sitting around and waiting to get in the car like you are right now, you listen to the exact same songs on repeat. it's one of the few things that makes you truly focus on the race ahead of you.

so when you feel two hands on your shoulders from behind, you jump in your seat. turning your head, you're relieved to see the big smile of pepe shining down at you. "did i scare you?" he asks loudly enough to cut through the music, and you barely have time to nod and take one airpod out before he speaks again. "good, that was my intention."

you slide your airpods into their case as pepe plops into the seat next to you, eyes zoning in on the f3 feature race on the screen in front of you. "i'm so upset," you huff, shaking your head. "did you see the start?"

"i heard," he answers just as dino's red car appears on the screen, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "but he's made up ten places already, right?"

"yeah..." you lean your head onto his shoulder with a sigh. "we should focus on the positives. like chris!"

"and like our upcoming race." you can practically hear his grin when he speaks. "i have a good feeling about it."

when you found out that jak was leaving the red bull junior academy last fall, you were heartbroken. he's been one of your closest friends ever since you first met; the two of you have always been joined by the hip, despite how you've never raced in the same series before, and you spent most of your free time either training together or just hanging out. how would you ever get over him leaving you all alone in the academy?

thankfully, pepe joined in the late summer. at first, you were just acquaintances, but something about his personality was too good not to fall for. it didn't take long for him to become one of your closest friends, too. another boy your age, another boy with crazy energy and amazing potential – he filled the void in your heart quite well.

as well as jak's old apartment.

you'd raced each other in f3 last season, though barely ever crossed paths or talked. but living next to each other, doing all of your sim work together, and now even being on the same team meant that your relationship went from zero to one hundred in just days.

this season is your first with campos, while he's been with the team for several years already, and so far he's been very good at helping you get used to everything off track. they took a big chance choosing two rookies for their lineup, and the two of you promised each other to do your best to make them satisfied with their choice. so far, you've gotten one third and eight place in your first-ever f2 race – and you're just getting started.

"i do, too," you hum. "let's go out there and show them today."

paul is beaming when you see him stroll back to the paddock after his media duties. his cap is perched on top of his head – the right cap, finally – and his fingers are still tightly wrapped around the neck of his champagne bottle. when he notices you leaning against the doorframe leading into the f2 hospitality, his smile grows even bigger.

you meet him halfway, arms wrapping around his shoulders easily, just like they have so many times before. one of his arms drapes around your waist and he holds you close, a hum vibrating from his chest. finally, he thinks to himself; this definitely makes up for all of the things he felt yesterday.

"congrats, paul," you tell him. "that was amazing. you were amazing."

"thank you," he says before pausing. then, he lets out a chuckle. "to be honest, i wasn't sure if you would care."

you frown at him when you pull slightly away from him, just enough to look into his eyes. is that what he really thought? that you wouldn't care about his driving? "oh, please. you still mean a lot to me, okay?" your hand moves down to his upper arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "i still consider you to be one of my closest friends."

friends. the word stings like a knife in his heart. it's been months since you broke up, and yet, it still feels like a raw wound.

paul forces a smile. he understands that despite how painful it is, there's something good in it. there's still a place for him in your heart, even if he's forced to share it with someone else.

he pulls you in again, and the hug is even tighter now than before. it's a comforting feeling; you're both at peace, with a good weekend behind you, in the arms of someone so close to you. after everything you've gone through together, but especially everything he has gone through these last few months with the mercedes academy and prema, you're finally through to the other side. "it all worked out in the end, huh?" you ask after a few moments of silence.

"i guess it did." you part from each other to leave that oh-so-familiar gap between you yet again. "will you be celebrating with us tonight? i think pepe had something planned. you know how he is."

you snort. "yeah, i do know. maybe i will." you shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes dart to the ground. "but, um... i'll have to check with..."

you don't even say his name – you don't have to. ollie's entire weekend has been so far from everyone's expectations, and if you know him correctly, he will not be in the mood for celebrations tonight.

paul nods slowly, pressing his lips into a thin line. "right."

the silence that follows is so awkward you can't help but chew on your bottom lip, a tiny sigh escaping through your mouth. he must be hating this, you think – today is supposed to be only a good day for him, he shouldn't have his ex's new relationship pushed up in his face.

"well, i have a debrief to get to," you make up, flashing him a quick smile. "congrats again, paul."

"thank you." he gives you another nod, before turning away and making his way towards the paddock. "pepe will text you!"

and just like that, he's off, and your mind wanders to the thought of actually going out to celebrate. ollie will definitely not join you, though you're not sure why you don't want to go without him. is it because you'd rather stay and comfort him?

or is it because you're scared of what you'll do, or feel, when you're alone with paul for the first time since you broke up?

"p5 is still good, my dear." your mom's voice booms out from the speakers of your phone as you drop it onto the desk, and you can't help but let out a sigh, taking a step back.

"of course, but... i feel like i could've done more." it was both true and not; with paul's five-second penalty, you definitely could've gained at least one more position if only you had stayed within that gap. but then again, a fifth position and ten more points was a great result for a rookie.

"but you'll still be going out to celebrate with your friends, right?"

you ended up telling pepe you weren't in the mood to party, despite his persistent complaints, and decided to instead use the evening for relaxation and recovery. your entire body, especially your neck, has really suffered this weekend – you were already sore after the shakedown, but this is on another level – so a bubble bath and a good night's sleep in your hotel room seemed like a much better choice.

"no, i'm just going to rest a little..." you hum, flopping down on the chair by the desk. "maybe grab something to eat with ollie."

weirdly enough, you haven't been able to get in contact with him all evening. you were told that he hurried back to his hotel room right after the race, not in the mood to talk to anyone on the team at all, so you chose to give him some time alone to cool down before you'll eventually go over there. still, you thought he would've answered at least one of your many texts by now.

thinking about your boyfriend, you suddenly remember something. "hey, mum?" she lets out an affirmative sound. "you remember when i was home last time, and dad said something about ollie and the car? and he acted all weird?" you pause for a moment, but when she doesn't say anything, you keep going. "what was that all about?"

"well darling, we..." you take the sudden silence as a sign that she might not be sure how honest she wants to be right now, and it makes you frown instinctively. she sighs. "we're just a little worried about him, that's all."

your confusion only grows. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"we're worried he's feeling too pressured to impress us." you hear her take a deep breath. "of course, your father is his boss, so it is natural in that way. but we wish he would just see us as any regular parents. he's always talking about racing like there's nothing else in the world, and..."

"that's not fair." you shake your head despite the fact that she can't see it. "that isn't him. he isn't all racing and no fun."

"oh love, i'm sure he is loads of fun, but-"

"i really have to go," you cut her off, standing from your seat. "talk to you later."

you hang up before she can even answer, the guilt in your head from treating your mother like that already pushed away by the anger growing inside of you.

you always assumed your parents loved ollie. sure, you knew they adored having paul over when you were still a couple, too, but ollie is every mother-in-law's dream son. he's from your country, he's a pure sweetheart, he's even in the fda for god's sake. how could they not love him?

and so what if he tries to impress them? who wouldn't do the same?

when ollie opens his door for you, he looks like he's just woken up from a bad night's sleep. bed head, bags under his eyes, and just a general aura of tiredness. if you didn't know better, you'd think he was an insomniac. but thinking back to how badly his race went, the sight of him just makes your stomach churn.

your arms wrap around his neck in an instant, pulling him into your warm embrace. you feel the tension in his upper back release right away, and ollie's hands find your sides, giving you a light squeeze. you refrain the urge to pull away when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, standing strong against your usual ticklishness, and your heart softens slightly when he lets out a deep sigh into your skin.

"you okay?" you finally manage to get out, and his answer comes in the form of a nod against your shoulder. "is there anything i can do for you?"

he pulls away but stays so close that you feel his breath against your face; so close that you're both slightly cross-eyed when your gazes meet. "stay with me?"

your answer is expressed through the fleeting kiss you press to his lips, your way of saying of course. ollie doesn't waste any time pulling you into his hotel room, and you flop down onto the bed with him. he sits up and watches you lie down against the covers, your head nestling into the pillow. "tell me about your race," he says as he reaches down to take your hand, his fingers slipping in between yours. "eight positions gained, huh?"

of course he doesn't want to talk about his own race. but the fact that he's willing to think about racing at all, just to let you have a chance to talk about how well you did and boast a little; it all makes your heart flutter.

and you're sure, you're so sure that he is so much more than just a racing driver. he's not what your parents think he is. he's an incredible racer, sure, but he's also the sweetest man you've ever met. the perfect boyfriend.

even when he's feeling like this, he takes his time to still pay attention to you and ask questions. and then he listens, he really listens, because he wants to understand every inch of your mind just as well as he geeks out about every detail of apexes and tyre degradation. and then he says just the right things, the things to sweep you off your feet yet again.

he's so perfect that he's incredibly easy to love.

so why is there a knot in your stomach at the thought of the race – and more specifically, the person on the last step of the podium?

why does your mind keep running back to how he's celebrating, and what it would be like if you'd been there with him?

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itsthegayseason · 2 months

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✦ JUST A SLEEPOVER.

pairing — aj campos x fem!reader

word count — 1.9k

contains — smut, oral and fingering (reader receiving), aj takes reader's virginity, petname (baby, princess, pretty girl)

+18 ONLY, MDNI

you and aj had become very close recently. feeling more and more comfortable around each other, you invited her over for a sleepover. said and done, it's 3AM on a friday night and you two are watching a comedy movie, laughing your asses off without a care in the world — there was no one to accidentally wake up, due to your parents being out on vacation. whenever you hear aj’s laughter, it's like music to your ears. you knew, as soon as you saw her for the first time, that you were doomed. everything about her made your heart flutter — her voice, her pretty eyes, her oh-so-kissable lips, her hair… her hands…

as you shake your head in a failed attempt to get rid of the dirty thoughts, which you swore to yourself to never have again in respect for aj, she notices the faint blush on your cheeks. “you good?” you jump at the sound of her voice, making her laugh. “not good. how did you get scared by my voice?” she teases and you laugh nervously, avoiding eye contact. “i was just… you know, thinking.” she tilts her head, knowing there was something going on.

the movie is long forgotten now, playing in the TV while no one watches. “about what?” you swallow, the blush on your cheeks becoming a darker shade of red. “c'mon, don't make a girl curious like that.” she insists, giving you a playful elbow nudge and you laugh, beginning to scratch your arm. she takes note of that, she's known you long enough to know that was a nervous habit. she grabs your wrist carefully, pulling your hand away from your arm. “hey, is something wrong?” her voice is velvety as she questions and you accidentally make the eye contact you've been avoiding. god, those eyes…

“i think i’m in love with you.” you let your mouth speak before your brain even processes it. the two of you look at each other with comically wide eyes at your words, and you're quick to cover your mouth with your hand with a look of pure horror. how blunt was that?! “you… what?” she murmured in disbelief. you shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head. “i’m sorry, i shouldn't have said that, i don't know what came over me. this is supposed to be just a sleepover-”

“i think i'm in love with you, too.” these words immediately interrupt you. aj lets out a chuckle at the look on your face. “what?” your voice comes out in a high pitched tone that makes you cringe at yourself, but she smiles. “i said what i said. i think i'm in love with you.” you try to speak but it's hard when you stutter so much. you blush even more at how freaking pathetic you sound, but for aj — she thinks it's the cutest thing she's ever seen.

she leans in closer to you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. as her eyes glance between your lips and eyes your heart starts to race faster than it ever did - and boy, did it race. you lean in closer as well, slowly, until your lips lock. you gasp at the sensation of being kissed for the first time - and, even better, by aj campos herself. as you pull away after a few seconds, her other hand cups your other cheek, playfully squishing them. “you look like a fish.” she teases and you giggle, pulling her back in for another kiss by the back of her neck.

aj’s lips become more desperate, more demanding against yours as the kiss deepens. you moan, sliding your hand from the back of her nack to her waist, squeezing it. you hear her groan as she bites down onto your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. it doesn't hurt, though. in fact, you whisper, “do that again.” and she does exactly as you asked. you whine against her, moving to straddle her. she gasps, hands instinctively grabbing your waist.

the innocent kiss evolves into a heated make out session, hands roaming all over each other's bodies in a way neither of you ever imagined would happen - but definitely dreamed about. her hand sneaks under your pajama shirt, caressing your back in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “baby…” she whispers against your lips, pulling away from the kiss to look at you with half lidded, lust filled eyes. “yeah?” you try not to blush too hard at the petname. “i need to fuck you.”

your eyes widen momentarily at her bluntness but recover rapidly, nodding your head. “yes, please. i want that.” she nods, going in for another kiss and cupping your ass, massaging it in a way that makes you whine, melting even more against her. you don't even know how you got inside your bedroom, barely registering getting pushed down onto the soft mattress of your bed as aj gets on top of you, not wasting any time to attack your neck.

you moan and tilt your head back, giving her full access to your sensitive skin. she appreciates it, sucking, kissing, taking her sweet time to mark you as hers with gentle love bites and hidden hickeys, barely noticeable, but you knew they were there. her knee rubs against your clothed pussy and your back arches. “god, aj… please..”

“have you done this before, princess?” she questions and you shake your head, biting down onto your bottom lip nervously. she kisses your forehead, then your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. you smile at the affection with sparkly eyes. “don't worry,” she smiles down at you, “i’ll be gentle to my pretty girl.” being called a pretty girl by aj has to be one of the best things that ever happened to you — if not the best.

you bite your lip harshly as she rubs your pussy over the fabric of your panties and pajama shorts. is she teasing you or just preparing you? you have no idea, but you groan impatiently anyways. “please, don't keep me waiting, aj.” you plead, looking into her eyes with pure lust and a hint of fear. she smirks, which makes you glare at her. that girl… she is teasing me, you think. “let's take this off then, hm?” she purrs teasingly, grabbing the hem of your shirt. you nod, helping her get rid of the unwanted fabric. you're quick to lift your hips, watching with excitement as she hums in approval at your eagerness. your shorts soon join your shirt somewhere on the bedroom floor.

you could just melt in the spot at how gentle her lips were as they trailed their way down to your crotch, making you feel so pretty and wanted. you have never felt so desired before and the feeling made your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation. she gives your pussy a long lick, your thin panties still on. “so wet for me.” she hums, pulling your panties down to your ankles with a swift motion. with her hands securing your hips down onto the bed firmly, she gives your clit a sweet kiss. the new sensation makes you yelp, hips bucking up against aj’s mouth. “shhhh, just relax.”

you whine at the vibrations of her voice against your cunt. she begins to lap at your pussy, exploring every inch of your folds and giving your clit the attention it craves. the sight of aj between your thighs, looking so drunk on your pussy makes you wild with desire. “feels so fucking good, please don't stop.” you beg with a needy moan. your head is thrown back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as she eats you out so, so gently. then suddenly, she pulls back and your eyes widen.

before you can even protest at how unfair that was, her fingers find your clit and rub it in circles. the words catch in your throat as you push up against her fingers. “oh, god, yes… just like that...” she kisses your thigh, continuing to rub your clit with her thumb as her index and middle finger find your entrance, circling it teasingly. you let out a shaky breath. “do it.” you beg her, arching your hips. she gives you a passionate kiss, slowly but surely pushing her fingers inside your tight hole. she groaned at your tightness, pushing inch by delicious inch deeper inside you. the moan you let out is a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as she takes your virginity, being careful not to hurt. “is that okay, baby? do you want me to stop?” she questions in a quiet whisper and you shake your head profusely, eyes meeting hers. “it's okay. i want this.”

she nods, kissing you once more while her fingers stay inside your pussy while she waits for you to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. once you feel ready, you pull away to look into her beautiful eyes — filled with pure love and concern. “do it.” she nods slowly, studying your face and looking for any signs of hesitation. “just promise you'll tell me if it hurts too much?” she asks, caressing your cheek with her free hand. “i promise, baby.”

her fingers slowly start to move inside you, eliciting a soft moan from the back of your throat while you grip her shoulders for support. “oh, yeah, that feels so good.” you breathe out, looking at the ceiling as you try to focus on the pleasure sensation rather than the slight discomfort. she rubs your clit in time with her fingers inside you, picking up the pace slightly and watching your face intently. when you don't complain, only letting out soft moans of pleasure, she pumps her fingers in and out of your wet cunt at a faster pace, applying just the right amount of pressure on your clit with her thumb.

your moans get louder and louder as her fingers hit just the right spots inside you, your hips bucking against her hand as you chase your high, legs shaking. “right there, baby.. just right there, don't stop..” you whine, knuckles turning white when you grip the sheets beneath you harshly. she leaves wet kisses on your neck when she starts to finger you harder and faster. you gasp at the sudden change of pace, your head spinning with pure bliss. “i’m close- shit, i’m so close!” you warn, eyes rolling back.

“you're being so good for me.” she praises, the sound of her voice whispering against your ear driving you wild. her name leaves your lips like a chant as you get closer and closer to your climax, scratching her back under her shirt. “shit, why do you still have that on?” you whisper as you take her shirt off with trembling hands. “much better.” you cup her breasts, massaging them through the fabric of her bra. she groans, biting your neck.

with a loud cry of her name, you reach your orgasm, body spasming as your cum coats her fingers and the white sheets beneath you. “that was… very intense.” aj chuckles, giving you a quick kiss before licking the cum off her fingers. “sure was.” you blush at the gesture, looking away. “i didn't hurt you, did i?” she asks, caressing your stomach. you shake your head, turning your gaze towards her again. “no. you were more gentle than i thought you would be.” she raises a brow, smirking down at you.

“i love you too.”

“and now what is that supposed to mean?” she says playfully, making you giggle. “nothing.” you feel your heart get fuzzy as you two stare into each other's eyes with the softest smiles on your faces. you pull her in for a kiss by her shoulders, smiling contently against her lips. “i love you.”

#auli'i cravalho x reader #auli'i cravalho #aj campos #aj campos x reader #wlw fanfic #aulii cravalho x reader #aulii cravalho #crush #crush 2022 #crush movie #© itsthegayseason

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wosohavemyheart · 5 months

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FALTA DE COMUNICACIÓN

-Heeeyy, t/n- Me saluda alegre Mapi cuando entra en el vestuario. Solo estamos nosotras dos por ser las primeras en llegar.

-Hey, Mapi- Intento que no se note mi estado de ánimo pero es imposible.

Me mira molesta

-¿Otra vez, t/n?- Se pone las menos en la cadera.

-Supongo- Me encojo de hombros sin ganas de hablar mucho.

-Te juro que le voy a decir 4 cosas a esas dos.

-No Mapi, no- Niego sentándome para ponerme las botas

-¿Cómo que no? Por mucho que Alexia tenga entrevistas y anuncios y cosas de esas no le da derecho a descuidarte y no te digo de Ona... Que lo de ella ni siquiera es por trabajo.

Trago saliva pero no argumento nada.

-¿Hace cuanto no aparecen por casa?- Dice ahora más suavemente sentándose a mi lado.

Me agacho para atarme los cordones

-Pues Ona lleva 3 días y Alexia llevaba 2 días sin aparecer, ayer por la noche sobre las 3 llegó pero ni siquiera la vi y esta mañana cuando me he levantado ya no estaba...

-Alexia se va a enterar, por mucho que sea mi mejor amiga esto no tiene defensa...

-Me voy a fuera hasta que empiece el entreno- Le informo y sin más salgo de ahí. Necesito aire y necesito lo único que ahora mismo me entiende, el fútbol.

En el campo hay varios del personal hablando o preparando el entreno de hoy pero cuando me ven coger una pelota e irme a una portería del fondo me dejan en paz

No se cuanto tiempo me tiro sola con el balón y la portería, parecen horas, pero en algún momento alguien aparece a mi lado con otra pelota y no necesito verla para saber quién es, Alexia.

No digo nada y ella tampoco, simplemente se pasa el tiempo entre chutes y en silencio hasta que nos llama Jona

-Bien, voy a hacer parejas para que hagáis los ejercicios- Dice el entrenador

-T/n con Alexia.

Bufo sonoramente y está me escucha porque está a mi lado.

-No pensé que mi presencia te desagradara tanto- Dice suavemente con culpa.

-No me puede desagradar algo que no tengo desde hace un mes, Putellas.

Me mira tragando saliva y baja la mirada.

-Lo siento, car...- La detengo soltando un risa nasal

-No es el momento, Putellas.

-Realmente está mal la cosa- Susurra para si misma pero la alcanzó a escuchar y aprieto la mandíbula y los puños.

No es el momento de ponerme a discutir con ella, no aquí.

El entreno se basa en incomodidad aunque seguimos teniendo esa conexión con el balón y las palabras justas y necesarias para hacer nuestro trabajo.

Noto la mirada de todas encima nuestra en algún punto del entreno, sabían que algo no iba bien desde hace tiempo.

Notaba también que Ona nos miraba pero cuando la miraba a ella no podía mantenerla ni 5 segundos.

Nada más terminar el entreno me voy de ahí cambiándome en 5 minutos. No tenía ganas de que las chicas que mirarán y de estar en el mismo cuarto que mis parejas si todavía podía llamarlas así.

Al llegar a casa me quité la ropa quedando en ropa interior, puse música con el altavoz y enseguida me tiré a la piscina. Estábamos a mitad de mayo y ya hacia un calor infernal.

Necesitaba relajarme y distraerme.

Después de un rato nadando decidí tomar el sol en la colchoneta con las gafas y así estaba hasta que note movimiento. Abrí los ojos y observé a Alexia sentada en una tumbona mirándome.

Ella no sabía que estaba mirandola por las gafas así que opte por esperar.

A los pocos minutos llegó también Ona y se sentó a su lado después de besarla.

Inconsciente aprieto los labios.

Parece que la única que no está bien en la relación soy yo.

-Somos imbéciles, Ona- Suelta la capitana después de unos 10 minutos en silencio mirándome

-Lo sé- Dice esta con culpabilidad

-Lo sois- Afirmo yo haciéndome notar y levantando las gafas.

-T/n, ¿podemos hablar?- Pregunta la más baja y alzo un ceja

-¿Ahora queréis hablar? ¿Después de un mes ocupadas y haciendo como si yo no estuviera presente?

-Por favor, t/n. Hablemos- Pide la rubia.

Lo considero unos segundos y salgo del agua, al hacer esto se quedan embobadas con mi cuerpo y aunque este enfadada con ellas al menos disfruto sabiendo que el deseo y admiración no lo he perdido.

Me seco y visto rápidamente, no creo que sea una conversación para estar en ropa interior.

Vamos dentro de la casa y me siento en el sofá con Nala encima, ellas están enfrente sentadas.

-Hablar- Digo y ambas se miran.

-Lo sentimos T/n- Empieza Ona- Somos unas subnormales y nos hemos comportado como tal.

-Si, cuando soltaste lo de querer niños nos bloqueamos-Dice la mayor ahora- A mi por lo menos me pillo de improvisto y me abrume y me puse a aceptar entrevistas, fotos y todas estas cosas inconscientemente para alejarme.

-Si, a mi me pasó lo mismo pero saliendo más de la cuenta. Sé que no es excusa ni que tengamos derecho a pedir perdón pero lo sentimos T/n, de verdad.

-Hemos estado hablando de todo esto nosotras y lo sentimos de verdad. Somos idiotas.

-Así que habéis estado hablando entre vosotras. Entonces el problema puede que sea yo y no vosotras- Digo derrotada.

-No, no, cariño- Dice Alexia- Solo que no sabíamos cómo decirte esto sin hacerte daño o desilusionarte.

-Pues me habéis hecho más daño así que si me hubieseis dicho como os sentiais- Suelto una sonrisa triste apartando la mirada.

-Lo sabemos y nos sentimos realmente mal, amor- Dice Ona y ambas se sientan con cautela a mi lado.

-En una relación lo más importante es la comunicación y en una relación de tres más todavía- Digo- No podéis guardaros las cosas cuando os hacen daño. No quiero que lo nuestro sea así

-No volverá a pasar, cariño.

-No- Afirma Ona

Pongo la cabeza en el hombro de Ale y paso una mano por la cintura de Ona para acercarla.

-Si no queréis aumentar la familia no pasa nada, solo era un comentario- Susurro sintiéndome un poco culpable de haber causado el problema.

-Si queremos- Suelta la morena y me separó de ellas mirandolas desconcertada

-¿Qué?

-De eso también estuvimos hablando- Dice Ale- Aumentemos la familia- Afirma

-¿De verdad?- Pregunto sin creerlo todavía

-Si- Dicen las dos a la vez

N/A: Felices fiestas para tod@s los que podáis disfrutarlas y para los que no es así espero que todo mejore y el año que viene sea mejor ❤❤

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octuscle · 3 months

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Hey support, I really need some help. See, I totally forgot about Valentines Day and I want to do something really nice for my boyfriend because we’ve been together for a while now and I feel bad for forgetting. Is it possible to make me a huge hot superhero so I can literally sweep him off his feet and give him a night he will never forget?

As you reach for the pen, it crumbles to dust in your hand. On the way to the toilet, you tear two doors out of their frames, something is different… Your suit is also somehow tighter than usual… And it's somehow shimmering. You get a hard-on.

Even though it's Valentine's Day, you still have to get your work done You still have two offers and a project report to write. It takes a little longer at the beginning because you first have to learn not to smash the keyboard with your typing. But after using the third keyboard, you manage to type down the required pages in a few seconds. Error-free. Ready to print. Pulitzer Prize worthy.

When you ask your boss if you can leave a little early today, he reminds you of the tasks to be completed He stares a little too intently at the impressive bulge in your skin-tight latex pants. And you reply with a grin that everything is already in his inbox. He skims over the documents, mumbles something about "good work" and indicates that you can leave.

You walk a little too quickly to the flower store. You lose your grip and fly over the pavement, and not just figuratively. But the flower store is already sold out. There are no more chocolates either. But you take a quick look at the reflection in the window pane. Damn it, today you are the best Valentine's Day present imaginable.

Your boyfriend is standing in front of the wardrobe getting changed for dinner. You hug him from behind. You kiss passionately. It pulls the rug out from under both of your feet. And while the world blurs around you, you chase around the planet at several times the speed of sound.

When you break the kiss after what feels like an eternity, your boyfriend stumbles backwards a few steps. It is February 15th. In Venice, the time is a few hours later than on the west coast. The morning spring sun warms you just a little. Nevertheless, your friend is shivering. But you warm him up with a few careful breaths. After all, if you made an effort, you could make the South Pole blossom… There's no Valentine's dinner in Vancouver today. But there is breakfast at Campo San Polo

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #supernatural #ai image #valentines day

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best-teen-polycule · 4 months

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“cause what is there? what ultimately is there, right? you guys all have your stuff that you’re good at and your stuff that you’re proud of yourselves for, but i don’t have anything. i don’t have fucking anything. all i have is this stupid costume because i can’t—because all i have is a dad who sees me as someone who grew up to be a fucking disappointment after he did all this stuff for me. i couldn’t even grow up into somebody to be proud of after my dad did all that.”

“norm, we are proud of you!”

“why?”

hey will campos you might as well just shoot me

#what the FUCK.#zyrnstfu #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #normal oak #dndads s2 #dndads season 2 #dndads ep48 #dndads spoilers

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cakeofthepan · 2 years

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Congrats to Will for achieving 2 of the greatest achievements in life, becoming a father and murdering Freddie Wong.

[Audio Transcript:

[Rhythmic clacking music plays]

Will: Hey everyone, I’m Will Campos I play Normal Oak, a mixed-up mascot kid who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Teen fact this week about Normal, this one’s for you Freddie

Freddie: Yay!

Will: That raccoon that Normal found, that he befriended a couple of teen facts ago, it’s actually not a racoon it’s a goingondog.

[music cuts out]

Freddie: What’s a goingondog?

Beth: oohhhhhh

Will: [extremely pleased with himself] Not much dog, what’s a going on with you bitch?

Freddie: [screams in agony]

[crab rave starts playing]

Matt: [laughing] are you serious? Did you seriously fall for that?

Anthony: [overlapping] Did you seriously fall for that? You actually fell for that?

Beth: [overlapping] I can’t- I can’t believe you-

Freddie: [overlapping] you BITCH

Will: [full on cackling]

Matt: Are you serious?

Anthony: Oh my god, Freddie is full on doing the Evangelion Shinji like doubled over in his chair clutching his head.

Beth: Oh No!

Will: [still cackling]

Freddie: [screams in agony again]

Anthony: He literally looks like he has to go pilot the Eva right now

Will: YESSS

Anthony: I can’t believe that

Freddie: Aaaaaa what

Matt: Will- Will, you found his perfect weakness, you found like a moment when his defenses were down

Anthony: Oh my god

Will: I, alright, so here’s the real story, I became a-

Freddie: GODDAMN IT

Will: [laughs]

Anthony: How did you fall for it?

Matt: How did you fall for that?

Freddie: [yelling] I don’t know, I don’t know, it was a moment of weakness, Jesus Christ

Anthony: Oh man

Will: [laughs] so um, here’s the story of that dad fact. Last month, I became a father. My wife and I had our beautiful baby boy Andy. He’s doing well, everyone’s doing great. I have been thinking about what my dad fact was gonna be for a month straight while sleep deprived and pacing around back and forth. And I was like, I feel like I’ve got one chance here to really pull something over on somebody. And I thought of this goingondog thing, I was like wait a sec. Cuz Freddie updogged me

Matt: Mmm Hmmm

Will: two decades ago I swear to god. Ten year- twelve years ago

Matt: Oh my god

Beth: Damn

Will: He got me with just straight up updog and I was like, I will have my revenge one day

Freddie: Wait do you remember that? I don’t remember that

Will: I had never heard updog before, and then you just updogged me and then everyone laughed at me and I’ve been holding a grudge-

Anthony: The day Freddie updogged you was the most important day of your life. To him it was Tuesday

Freddie: [laughing] For me it was a Tuesday

Will: And I was like, I bet my first fact back everyone’s gonna be wondering what it is, he’s gonna say something about having a kid. And then I’m like, oh wait, I’ll call Freddie out specifically, I’ll reel, I’ll reel him in.

Freddie: Oh what, that’s the move. That was the move. That’s what got me dude

Beth: Damn

Will: Yeah, so I don’t know. Anyway, I can die now I’m quitting the podcast. Goodbye

Anthony: Wow

Freddie: Fuck, bro. Just like fucking James Earl Jones used to say dude, the circle is now complete

Matt: I just watched an assassination. You know like, one of those videos that nobody moves. Like, we all just sat here just watched Freddie get murdered.

Will: [laughs] one of those 3 seconds before disaster happened videos. Anyway

Freddie: Holy shit. Do I need to turn back in my podcaster card?

Beth and Matt: I think so

[laughter]

Freddie: Do I need to go back to the podcasters guild and tell them that I’ve been forcibly ejected by an updog joke?

Beth: Hi

Freddie: [screams]

Beth: Hi

Freddie: Fuck you Will

Will: Hi Beth, how are you?

[music fades out]

Anthony: Roll stealth with disadvantage Taylor

Freddie: Taylor’s just so pumped at the idea that there was a ghost

Will: Taylor Swift really wondering if uhh we’re uhh out of the woods yet

Beth: Mmmmmm

Freddie: don’t ugh Will

Will: Did you hear her new song hey what’s up dog?

Freddie: Go fuck yourself

Beth: Freddie says it smells like wrong dog in here

Anthony: Freddie, you wanna roll to bofa?

End Transcript]

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #i have literally no idea what anthony is talking about re: evangelion I hope I spelled things correctly #my audio #long post

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Less fighting about GothCleats, more talking about how Will Campos is a menace and the funniest person bc him insisting that Linc has a crush on Scary reminded me of the time in Season 1 Meet the Parents when Matt was fail rp-ing so in retaliation Will just goes “Hey, you and Glenn are all curled up like spoons together!” and they just had to roll with it.

#he knows the audience he writes for and I respect that #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads s2 #dndads season 2 #dndads quest #dndads odyssey #dndads s1 #dndads season 1

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Wrapped Around Your Fingers

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, SMUT. toy use(reader) Oral, fingering, pet names(both receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms(reader receiving), phone sex.

In which, a hormonal reader gets the unbearable desire for AJ and takes matters into her own hands first.

Requested? Yes / No

Very lengthy fic, maybe to make up for the lack of smut fics from me lately lol. This draft was started 22nd April🥲

The song choice, if you get it, you get it hahah. I saw a wlw rendition of it on Tiktok and it inspired a part of this fic.

Rolling over in bed, you were startled by the fact that the spot next to you was cold and empty. But then you remembered that AJ had track practice all day - well, not all day but it seems like it sometimes. Anyway, your little dream woke you up all hot and bothered. You were ovulating. And during then, you were, let’s just say…needy. You tried to go about your day as per usual, but didn’t even last an hour before sending AJ a suggestive text. Obviously, knowing her schedule, she was busy and you ended up taking matters into your own hands in the meantime while you waited for a response from her.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, you shut the doors and curtains, turning on the bedside lamp that has warm lighting. Next, you grabbed your favourite vibrator and popped a battery in, pressing the power on button to test it. Shrugging, you powered it off to remove your shorts. And right as you ghosted the toy over your clothed clit, your phone buzzes.

Sighing, you reached over to get ahold of it. And you’d just gotten a glimpse of her equally enthusiastic reply before you got a call from her.

“Hey. I’m on my break now so I have some time.” AJ started, “I’m in my car so I have the privacy.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” She chuckles lowly, “So tell me, what’re you doing right now?”

Does she know? God, she could hear it, couldn’t she?

“I, uh—”

“I hear the buzzing, babe.” She states.

Oops.

AJ laughs, “You want me to tell you what to do, my love?”

You gulped.

“O-okay.” Your breath hitched as you blinked furiously.

“Well, if I recall correctly, you’d always press a vibrator up to your clit first. So, why not just keep doing that while you let your mind…run free? Think about me, what’s I’d be doing to you if I were there. My hands squeezing and massaging your tits, my eyes looking at you trying not to whine…”

You did, you let a whine slip and she chuckles expectantly. “Keep thinking about what you wanna do with me, what you want me to do you, anything at all…”

Oh, jesus. You panted, another whine getting caught in your throat.

“Hey, I wanna hear you, y/n.” She demanded, but was still gentle. You didn’t say a thing back. “y/n, did you hear that?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed harshly, “Yeah.”

“Good. Slip your underwear off.” She instructed, and you did just that before she even finished speaking. “Keep the toy there, trace yourself, tease yourself…feel how wet you are, baby…”

You whimpered, pursing your lips together while keeping the vibrator against your clit. The fingers on your free hand moved like she told you to, working yourself up with ease. “Does that feel good, baby?”

Another whimper falls from your mouth at her question. “That’s what I thought.” She said back, you could almost hear that she was smirking.

“Use your fingers, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself until you’re close and pull them out and also stop the vibe.” She ordered without hesitance, that tone of voice riled you up further as you became acutely aware of the slick that was almost too rapidly coating your hand.

You stuck two fingers into your entrance and began to push them in and pull them out, not even bothering to start slowly because you were way too worked up already, the lack of friction was making you go faster to make up for it, and AJ could damn well hear it. The desperation.

How your breath became increasingly ragged, how the little noises slipped from your mouth unendingly, each one signalling to her that you were steadily approaching climax.

“AJ, oh my God, I—”

“Okay, stop.” She told you. And you did, but not without a very unhappy whine. AJ laughs lightly, “Be good, bunny. Just wait for a little bit, and then resume.”

It was probably not more than a minute before she gave you the okay to continue stimulating yourself. But it felt like forever and hurt like hell. “Oh, poor baby couldn’t wait a second longer, hm?” She chuckles lowly, “That’s okay, keep going. Keep letting me hear you. Picture me right there with you, hands holding you open while I lick you up, over…and over. You can’t hold back, don’t fight it. I wanna hear all of it, y/n.”

“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” You moaned, “I’m so close, babe.”

“I know, I know.” She hums, “I know, my love.”

Shit. She really knew how to make you go crazy. What she’d just said made you feel intense butterflies in your chest that quickly rushed down south. Before you knew it, you felt yourself tightening, your walls clenching erratically, wrapping itself around your fingers. The noises came out of you unendingly, without any other thought than the fact that you needed to come and soon.

“Give me one, baby. Go ahead. Come now.”

Your body takes her command as its cue to unravel, you’d pushed yourself over the edge successfully, now riding your high out with the languish pace of your fingers. “Good girl.” She praised. You cursed under your breath, “Oh, my fucking god. God, I miss you AJ. I need you so bad.”

“I’ll be home in a few hours, baby.” She promised, “Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing bath in the meantime? Then maybe give yourself a round two if you feel like it? I’ll be home before you know it.”

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Well, you didn’t even think about going again, but since she suggested it— Damn it, you were thinking about it now. It was your off day so you didn’t have anything to do anyway, so you just picked out a new set of clothes then went to run a bath for yourself.

You sat in there for a good while, getting some shut-eye, but of course, your mind drifts back to your conversation with AJ and you were then subsequently pulled out of your thoughts and the bath, by the familiar buzzing of your phone. Getting out of the tub, you wrap yourself in a fuzzy robe after reentering your shared bedroom. You got ahold of your phone and realised it was a text from AJ. A selfie. This girl knew you like the back of her own hand, doing precisely what would make you feel in the mood.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, “Damn it, AJ.”

You sent her one back, showing your utter annoyance at her attempt while you were freshly bathed. But there was no denying it worked- her selfie did its work.

What you did next, though, was to get dressed and get in bed to get some sleep. You were feeling very comfortable and sleepy, so you could definitely fall asleep quickly right now. Wrapping yourself under the covers, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep without any trouble. It was a pretty peaceful sleep, except for the wet dream you started to have before getting awoken by someone walking around the room. You hear the creak of the wardrobe door, eyes peeling open. “AJ.” You gasped.

“Hi, baby.” She smiled, shutting the wardrobe door and climbing into bed with you, still undressed. Your eyes stayed open for barely a few seconds before they fluttered shut again. You feel her hand on your cheek, “Hey, you. You okay?”

“‘m just sleepy.” You mumbled. She presses a soft kiss to your lips and you naturally reciprocated. “Do you still need me to—”

“Mmm, yeah.” You hummed, barely audible as you squirmed a little to free yourself slightly from the covers, “Fuck, of course.”

“Okay.” She kisses you again, this time it wasn’t just a light touch- it deepens, she slips her tongue into your mouth while tangling your legs together. Her knee swiftly finds its way in between your thighs, pushing up against the sensitive area. You seethed and nearly bit her on the lip, chuckling as your hand travelled down to her bare ass, giving it a squeeze. “Hey.” She chided playfully, “No, no. You did the work earlier, it’s my turn right now.”

“Please, I missed you.” She told her, out of breath. She sent a bewildered look your way, having not seen you like this before. Not that she was complaining, but it was vastly different than your usual quiet and submissive manner.

“Alright…” She gave in, letting you touch her as you pleased, inevitably you riled yourself up even more, feeling as if her kisses alone were no longer enough. A whine slips from your lips, prompting her to ask you what you wanted. “I don’t care what you do, I just need you, please. Take me however you want.”

“Someone’s a little eager today.” She smirked, peeling the blanket off of you, her knee leaving its position in the process.

“Fine, I’m horny as fuck. Is that what you wanted to hear?” You revealed. She hovers over you, allowing your eyes to a treat of her bare body. Oh, yup. That ignited something in you.

“AJ, can I— can I top you?”

“Thought you said you needed me ‘so bad’.” She teased.

“Oh.” Your face fell. She bites back a laugh, “Baby, it’s totally fine. You can, absolutely. Go for it.”

You flipped her over, now being in her position instead. You straddle her though, eventually sitting down on her core carefully. You bent forward to reconnect your lips, cupping her face at the same time. You gradually moved lower, eliciting sweet little noises out of her mouth that was like music to your ears, having your yearning for more. “Feel good, babe?” You ask, now laying beside her, her breast right in front of your face. “Yeah, fuck!” She panted, a grin plastered on her face when you captured her nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, she moans. Your hand skilfully reached out to her other breast and shamelessly massaged it. The noises from her don’t stop, on the brink of sounding pornographic at this point. You were quick to move even lower, your sleepiness long forgotten now. Pushing her legs open as she moved them herself, it was like a well-coordinated dance of sorts as you eagerly dipping your tongue into her folds.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good.” AJ hums, her hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place. You smiled in content, circling her clit and going faster. “Yeah, oh, fuck. That’s it, keep—”

When you slipped a finger into the mix, “Holy shit, oh, my God, okay.” She panted, eyes flicking downward to look at you. You two locked eyes, you purposely pushed into her harder, your finger stays curled to hit her g-spot repeatedly. With each whine, came a curse word, which made you feel like you were ascending into heaven. When her back started to arch off the mattress, she pulls herself a little further from you so you grabbed her hip and pulled her back. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, shit. Keep going, please. Please. I’m so close, babe.”

You detached your mouth and pulled out your finger just for fun. You wanted to see her squirm. “Baby, please…” She blindly reached for your hair, wanting you back on her and in her. “Please, y/n…”

You were going to give in either way, you just wanted to hear all of that. Once you’ve had enough of your fun, you attached yourself onto her cunt again, fingers resuming their movement. You watched her absolutely blissed out face as she rapidly approached her high. She looks so damn cute, wrapped around your fingers like that. Her eyes hooded as she looked right at you, not having a single thought other than one — she needed that release. You could not only see it, but feel it. The clenching around your fingers began slowly, but it soon became prominent, erratic. And then came the pulsing of her clit, as if it was convulsing beneath the warmth of your mouth.

“Come for me, AJ…” You coaxed, “Come for me. I know you want to— do it.”

With an absolutely obscene whine, she unravels, soaking your fingers and some of the bed beneath her. You watch, satisfied. “Oh, you’re so amazing.”

“Aw, I’m flattered.” You joked. She laid on her stomach for a moment before pushing herself up.

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“Okay, baby.” AJ looked at you, “Come on, your turn.”

You laid down gleefully, ready for her to get started. “Still want me to take you however I want?” She asked seriously.

“Yup.” You confirmed, “Just fucking kiss me already, God. That was so, so perfect.”

She smiled, instantly giving you what she wanted. “You did so good.” She brushes the hair out of your face. “You wanna lay on your stomach for me, baby? Face down, ass up?”

“Okay.” You lazily started moving yourself after she took off your clothes and she helps, adding a pillow beneath you to aid the position and for your comfort.

“I’ll be back in a minute okay? I’m just going to grab a couple things.”

You knew, you knew just what she was going to retrieve and you were fucking happy about it. Your guesses were proven right when you felt the cool feeling of the lube hitting your skin. Chuckling, you felt another rush of heat force its way down and out of your cunt. “You probably didn’t need that much lube.” She laughs, “But it’s okay.” AJ finger ran a stripe up from your clit to your entrance and you squirmed, a whine reflexively heard from you. And that’s when you felt it- the tip of the strap teasing your folds before it settles at your entrance. She peered over to look at your face before she started pushing into you cautiously. Your mouth hangs open, a low groan emits.

As she gains momentum, she also picks up her pace, based on what she was hearing from you. However, due to your solo session a few hours prior, you found yourself near the edge sooner than you liked. “AJ?” You called out, “Can you edge me?”

Never would you have thought that you would say those words…but, AJ being AJ, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Sure, bunny.” She replied, her left hand groping your ass cheek as she slowed down. In the meantime, your soft needy noises kept that smile on her face as she admired you— face, body and anything else in between.

After a good while, you feel the apparent tightening in your core, an abrupt high pitch noise alerted her of it. “Want me to go faster, baby?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “But can you use your hands, please?”

“Of course, my girl.” AJ answered sweetly, gradually pulling herself out then pushing you to lay on your back. She doesn’t start immediately, but instead leaned in to kiss you for a little bit first. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” You answered, naturally a little winded.

“Good.” She caresses your cheek before relocating herself between your legs after spreading them apart. “So pretty.” AJ remarked, then you feel her ring-clad fingers gliding up and down your folds. Your clit pulses as her touch, asking for more. She listens, you feel her push her middle finger into you- you could feel it by how the rest of her fingers rested against you. She fingered you till you shook, a whiny mess before her eyes then slid her ring finger inside you. You let out a cry in surprise, “Yeah, yeah. Oh— God. I’m gonna come, AJ…”

And you did, swiftly unraveling once, then again when she continued the push and pull of her fingers then sucked you with her mouth. Pressing a kiss to your clit, she proceeds to pepper kisses all over your inner thighs as she rubbed them comfortingly as you came down from your high.

Removing the harness her attention was quickly on you again. “You’re okay, my love. You’re okay….it’s okay.” She cajoled, carefully making her way to your side to hold you in her arms. She brushes the hair out of your eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re okay, hm?” She asks, her fingers combing through your slightly messy hair. You nodded, giving her the confirmation, “Yeah, I’m alright. I’m alright.”

She caresses your cheek, looking at you lovingly as your eyes began to droop, “Thanks for letting me try topping you, babe.”

“Oh, I loved it. Please do that again sometime.” AJ smiled.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope, you didn’t. You did so fucking incredible. I would’ve stopped you if you did hurt me. Don’t worry.” She assured. You nodded silently.

You gave her a sleepy smile, fighting the urge to fall asleep, “Okay.” You planted a kiss on her forehead, “I love you.”

AJ chuckles, rubbing your back, “I love you too, my girl. Get some rest, I’ll go make us some dinner.”

You mumbled a barely coherent acknowledgment to what she said while you snuggled closer to her chest, basking in her warmth and embrace. “I love you, AJ. So much.”

“I love you more, baby.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #crush(2022)#hulu crush #lgbtqia #gxg #wlw #queer #wlw ns/fw #reader insert #x reader #female reader #Spotify

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