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i-am-church-the-cat · 1 month

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People often assumed that Lily and Oscar were soulmates. Even though it wasn’t polite to talk about, when a couple who meets in school and stays together as long as they have, it usually points to the pair having their names tattooed over each other’s hearts.

Oscar doesn’t correct them. People can believe what they believe and it’s easier than explaining the truth. That Lily has no name over her heart. And Oscar’s soulmate…

Well, Oscar has a relationship with his soulmate that most people don’t understand. They’re his best friend and of course he loves them, they’ve been together for so long and being away from them hurts like a phantom limb.

But Oscar’s love for his soulmate isn’t the same as his love for Lily. Lily is his partner, his confidant, the person who compliments him in every way. He’s been able to trust her since the moment they met and love her less than a year after. Lily is who he chooses to spend the rest of his life with.

His soulmate is the part of his soul that lives outside his body. The one he didn’t choose and can’t get rid of. Not that he’d want to but it was never an option what they were to each other. It just always was.

“It’s rather lucky for someone to meet their soulmate so young,” an interviewer is saying, clearly hoping to get some sort of reaction or insight into his and Lily’s relationship. Oscar’s not guilty that he’s not going to give him any.

“Yeah, it was really lucky,” he agrees, face plain. “But some never meet their’s, so I guess any time at all is lucky.”

The interviewer is forced to move on after that but Oscar is no longer paying attention. He tries to inconspicuously type under the table.

User: They’re asking about you again

It takes a while for the person on the other side to respond, even though Oscar knows they’ve seen it from the brief flash of amusement that floats through his head unexpectedly. His phone buzzes just as he’s leaving the interview and he pulls it out to look.

Loges: well that’s what happens when you’re in a longterm committed relationship

Loges: you really brought it on yourself

Oscar huffs and shakes his head, feeling the edges of a smile creeping up on his face. He types back after he gets in the backseat of the car.

User: we can’t all be forever bachelors mate

Oscar gets to his hotel before Logan responds again. He feels it buzz twice on his way up to his floor. Oscar doesn’t check it until he’s back in his room, spread out lazily on the queen-sized bed.

Loges: shame, it’s so much more fun

Loges: you’re coming over when you’re back yeah?

User: you’re not getting out of losing in Halo that easily

Loges: 😂 in your dreams mate

Loges: see you then 🩵

Oscar sends off his own goodnight before heading over to the phone app. He presses his most recent contact and lets the phone drop on his chest, speaker button already pressed.

"Hey, babe! How has your day been?"

Oscar feels the slight grin he'd been wearing while talking to Logan lengthen even more when he hears Lily's voice.

"Alright. Tell me about your day."

Lily, clearly sensing he doesn't want to talk, immediately falls into a recounting of the day's events from her perspective. Oscar lets the soothing tones wash over him and seep out any leftover tenseness.

People have wondered how Oscar and Lily had kept a long-distance relationship work all this time. The simplest answer was that Oscar had chosen her and would continue to choose her every day for the rest of their lives.

No one had asked how Oscar handled moving up the ranks without Logan, but the answer there was pretty straightforward. He knew even then that no matter what, they would always come back to each other.

People assume that Lily is Oscar's soulmate. He isn't mad that they're wrong.

#some platonic soulmate loscar for your dash #i'm so sleepy #oscar piastri #lily zneimer #logan sargeant #oscar piastri/lily zneiner #oscar/lily #loscar #platonic soulmates #soulmates au #fic #my writing #f1 rpf

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heartshapedbubble · 4 months

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omg i was answering this req and when i saved it to my drafts I COULDN'T EDIT IT??? so i deleted it in hopes to remake it BUT THE ASK WAS GONE fuck you tumblr :(( im so sorry anon you know who you are

aesop carl, qi shiyi and frederick kreiburg w/ a singer s/o hcs⚰️🪈🎼

aesop carl⚰️

...you'd have to do most of the initiation with him. aesop carl is not impolite, not at all, but the crippling anxiety overcoming him makes it hard to go beyond a "hello" or any other introduction. he has a lot of nice things to say to you, romantic even, but during the first couple of months you'll have to basically yank them out of him

aesop is horrible with words, and would rather just hide away and hope you notice how he feels about you. in his eyes, the simple things he does with you - small talk, exchanges of handkerchiefs and drinks by the table, midnight walks when everyone's asleep - are acts of confessing his love. to him, trust equals love, and love equals assistance and communication.

something that he's even more afraid, though, is singing. talking can be quiet, unnoticeable, blending in with everyday noises, but singing is always noticeable. the change of pitch can be caught even by an untrained ear, and the ensuing confrontation, to him, is terrifying.

you fascinate him, a lot. unlike him, you're not afraid to set your voice free, letting it echo through the room and spin around you like a ribbon. kind of like an aura, it attracts passerbys and always leaves them standing in awe, even if it's just for a minute. that kind of confidence is impressive, and he himself finds it rather enchanting.

as you train your voice on the podium, enjoying yourself and twirling around in your flowy robes as if there's nobody around, the last thing that's on your mind right now is a potential secret admirer somewhere nearby. the secret admirer being aesop, of course. he's crouching in one of the loges, partly sick to the stomach because someone might walk in on - or even worse, you may notice - him, partly enjoying your outstanding performance.

qi shiyi🪈

she thinks you two make for a pretty nice duet ;)

you two clash at moments, as she enjoys and is used to the more "formal" arts such as opera and your field of interest is musicals, but overall she's enarmored by your talent and your charisma. jazz, rock, ballad or aria, a strong voice does not go unnoticed.

once she softens up to you, you'll notice just how much she enjoys your voice. as you comb her hair, she asks you to sing something for her. when you two are fast asleep, her head is on your chest, listening to your soft hums as she's lulled to sleep. calls you her songbird as she wraps her arm around your waist and spins you around in your brand new costume.

here and there she'll dust off her old flute and play a nostalgic melody or two. it's even better when enrichened with your singing, and it motivates her to jump back on her feet and do a little three-step as she plays

frederick kreiburg🎼

he's not a wunderkind, but being surrounded by music from a young age he has quite the trained ear. he can quickly differentiate between a powerful mezzosoprano and a rich, dark alto. a lot of insinuations and jokes have been made behind your back about how you two are perfect for each other, but he just rolls his eyes, not bothering with empty gossip.

thanks to the unisolated manor walls, at one point he'll hear some vocal exercises coming from your room

am i losing my mind again? he thinks to himself, looking around in wonder. he stays in the hallway for a little longer, trying to find the source of this haunting voice - and it will take time, oh, indeed, but eventually he'll knock on your door and unintentionally kick off your relationship

as expected, he enjoys playing alongside you. motivating him to crack his knuckles and sit in front of the piano again is hard, but the both of you know your irresistible smile will not leave him any other choice....

mostly picks out german lieder from his collection of sheet music, but of course, adapts to your wishes - something more energetic works great as a warm up

he's the happiest when he performs alongside you on the podium. nothing makes his face light up like when he watches you sing from behind the piano, gesturing towards the audience and slowly dancing to the composition unraveled by his fingers, basking under the golden spotlight.

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happyely2 · 7 months

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Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ | The rating will be red this time, so if you are a minor skip this reading or highlight your age in your bio.| sex scenes, cuddles, and much more very explicit.

Summary: 31 prompts for 31 days of October. Life on Moby Dick is always hectic and has become more so since Ace boarded this ship and became part of the family.

✒️Prompts taken from the contest (even if I don't participate) organized by the Italian Fanwriter page. I only translated the prompts into English, I hope you like it.✒️

🌊Writober PumpSea🌊 #day 6 - Saltiness

The island you found was desolate.

A desolate paradise just for you.

It took a couple of days of sailing with the medium of Ace and so much coffee to keep him awake, but in the end you managed to get to the island where you would have spent a couple of days just for you. You only talked to WhiteBeard about it, showing him that you had come into possession of a Loge Pose and a map during one of your last raids on an opposing ship.

And the old man gave you permission to go and explore the island in question, and he also told you to call every once in a while so that everyone would not worry.

So you left, backpacks and supplies for the journey and at dawn you were already at sea.

"Ace look at that crystal clear water!" You said by taking off your sandals and dipping them in the water while the Strider slowed down, you had found a natural inlet that created a sort of open-air cave and a small white sandy beach waiting for you.

According to the map that was the only point through which you could access the island or you had to climb a rocky wall and walk around the rocks.

"We gotta anchor the Strider, be careful, all right?" Ace said stroking your hair and then taking a top to throw on the rocks next to it to tow it to shore.

You nodded, you took off your clothes, and you stayed in your bathing suit, you took Ace’s dagger, and then you dived into the water, it was pretty deep, and the bottom was full of corals and fish that you didn’t seem to mind.

You went deeper to catch some fish and start exploring the surroundings to understand the map directions.

You stayed underwater until the Strider’s shadow disappeared, and only then did you decide to surface with the small loot you had procured.

"So what?" Ace was on the beach, had already set a fire and with fallen trees he had created benches on which to sit and had begun to prepare the tent.

"Look, I caught a lot of fish!" you said by showing him your loot and he laughed and left a kiss on your cheek.

"I’ll start cooking them, it’ll take a while if you want to take another bath you can." He said as a snap of his fingers lit the fire. You nodded and went back into the water, using the rocks to dive in and start looking for other useful information. The bottom was full of sand, with rocks and corals at least five meters high, swimming in it was quite easy and even the passages themselves were very easy. There didn’t seem to be any dangerous predators.

A good yellowfin fish walked by and started following them.

It was better to stock them up because you had travelled light.

You went out a couple of hours later from the water, Ace had dedicated himself to cleaning the fish and had him cooking on the fire, he had also been so careful to take off the bone.

You hung the rest of your loot on a branch so as not to put it on the ground and you lay down on the tablecloth that one guy had prepared for you to dry in the sun.

A hand on your back made you smile, Ace had sat next to you, with food ready, two giant bowls of rice and fish in hand.

You tied your wet hair and sat next to Ace to enjoy the shade and the light sea breeze that he had taken to blow.

"How was the water?"

"Beautiful, you don’t know how many corals I’ve seen of different colors." You responded by leaning on him and eating your meal: "No predators, no small sharks, no moray eels, or they’re somewhere else or I don’t know." You said biting your meal.

Ace laughed and after a while he took the map you brought.

"At least that makes things easier for us. The treasure should be here, sorry to make you do all the work." He said Ace by finishing his meal and placing the bowl on a rock near you and carefully observing the designs and directions that were present on the parchment.

"Don’t worry Honey, sometimes it’s right that I do something too, usually you do everything." You kissed him on the shoulder and Ace grinned and lay down with you in the afternoon sun to get some rest.

You have fallen asleep close to each other with the background noise of the sea.

Until the Lumacofano started playing insistently and made you wake up suddenly, Ace took him and the calm and calm voice of Marco interrupted the silence that had been created.

"We’re fine, we were resting." Ace said with his voice still sleepy. The sun was still high in the sky, you hadn’t slept too much.

"Better yet, do you have any news?"

"We found the spot indicated by the map, but as we suspected there are no caves on the surface, they will be underground, it will take a while to catch the treasure." You said while you stretched your legs and arms.

Before you started and before you podevate enjoy your short vacation.

"All right, let us know if you need anything, I should be able to find it in a short time and I recommend that you hear." He reiterated Marco closing the conversation.

"Still with this story they know very well that if we don’t call everything is fine." He said Ace putting the Slug back in his place and then taking his hat from the rock in which he had laid it.

"Do you want to start seeing where the treasure is?" He asked you as he saw you were tying a waterproof bag to your waist.

"Yes, I want to use the light before the sun goes down." You answered by turning to him and smiling at him.

Ace nodded and handed you his knife, just in case it was always better to be prepared he told you, despite the absence of predators did not trust to let you swim not without protection.

"You see that rock there in the middle, it swims immediately in that direction and you notice something strange, I’ll come and get you right away." Ace said by snapping a loud kiss on your cheek.

You nodded and went into the water.

Your exploration lasted literally until sunset and was really very profitable. The currents were not strong and the crystal clear water had allowed you to find the chest immediately, along with everything that was on the bottom.

It was a great haul. Ace helped you get him out of the water by exploiting the rocks that emerged from the sea and before the sun went down you had almost everything.

"Tomorrow we will organize the space on the Strider for tonight we can rest." He said taking your life and taking you for a ride in mid-air.

You laughed happy, for once a mission proceeded smoothly. It was too good to be true.

The camp was ready, dinner was ready, and the inventory of what you found had already been made by Ace as you brought something back to the gala.

You wore a perforated sundress and you enjoyed the evening with Ace, he asked you every detail of the bottom, the fish you saw and many other things.

Ace a little envied you, having eaten a fruit of the devil could not stay with you in salt water.

It was a shame because he would have liked to take long swims with you to explore the seabed.

"Ace... will you help me get the salt out of my body?" You whispered in his ear resting for a moment your lips on the lobe and then withdrawing almost immediately and melting the sundress that you had put on your self.

Ace envied you a little bit, but he always liked it when you asked him to help you get rid of salt in your body.

"With pleasure my love." said your man approaching you and holding you close to him. Ace wasted no time searching for your lips, he bitten them urgently and licked them immediately after.

She took advantage when you hatched her to better deepen the kiss, Ace made you taste the salt that was deposited on your body.

You scratched his hips and Ace sighed inside your kiss when you started tinkering with his belt.

But first he had to get the salt out of your body.

Ace has abandoned your lips, descending down your neck and savoring every inch with his burning tongue. You have arched your back to feel it closer to Ace has harpooned your butt with his warm hands to pick you up and lift you and brought you near a rock to make you sit.

A thrill descended down your spine in contact with the cold rock, but Ace’s warm tongue warmed you up right away. Your top piece had flown away and now it lay on the white sand as Ace’s mouth moved greedily over your breast.

Ace was licking, biting, sucking hard, and nippling you, making you scream with pleasure, and you were alone and you could afford it.

"What a hungry sailor." You whispered to him, clutching his hair and pulling a little when Ace bit his nipple hard.

"Ahhh..." You groaned your legs, looking for some satisfaction.

"Yes I am a very hungry sailor." He told you by licking the other nipple and taking them both together, starting to caress them and bite them with his teeth.

You screamed again for pleasure and Ace enjoyed every single groan that came out of your lips.

He loved taking you to the edge.

He continued his descent of kisses on your belly, biting and scratching the skin near your navel and then quickly removed the piece from under your costume, noting with pleasure the stain that had formed on it.

"Someone here needs to be properly controlled." He said as he knelt on the sand and used the height of the rock to be able to admire you better.

"Acee..." You tried calling him, but your voice died in your throat when his tongue crept in. You arched your back again as Ace’s hand came back to tighten your nipple and the other one held your leg still.

"Shhh Love, let me take this salt off you." He whispered to you, got back inside you and made you scream at too much stimulation.

Her fingers had penetrated you, middle and index fingers, as her tongue made circles around your clitoris and tapped it just enough to make you wince and moan loudly. You had tears in your eyes from how much it was stimulating you.

And you felt like you were reaching the limit.

You tried to stop him, to get up, but his hands stopped you, he tightened your thighs tighter and intensified your tongue movements.

"Aceee... I.... I come..." You said arching your back and seeing for a moment the stars closest to you. And Ace didn’t walk away, but he ate all of you.

"So good just for me." He told you by kissing your lower belly and slowly going up to your lips and then catching them in a needy kiss

You held it to yourself, making your breast adhere to her chest and feeling the thrill of her cool red pearls in contact with your warm skin.

You heard a rustle of clothes, Ace’s boots flying somewhere and then his presence pounding on your lower abdomen.

You have moved the hips of instinct and you have widened a little more the legs and Ace entered inside your pussy with one and only push, going to hit your sensitive point.

"I found a treasure." He whispered in your ear, made you blush and started pumping inside you.

"Perhaps I’d have a bigger reward if you behave yourself sailor." You answered him kissing him again urgently. And Ace went crazy and started pushing harder into you.

One thrust, two spines, three thrusts and you screamed with pleasure when Ace hit that spot again, it didn’t give you time to recover that it kept pumping all its length inside you.

You could feel your walls tightening tightly to his cock and getting wetter and wetter as he kept hitting incessantly and nonstop.

"Love..." A whisper, a poorly restrained groan and a silent request.

You nodded and kissed him again and allowed him to pour into you.

You both came, collapsing on the cold rock and panting, but happy.

Ace picked you up once he got out of you and brought you by the fire. You curled up on him and listened to his heartbeat.

"We should do this more often." he said while playing with your locks of hair.

"What?" you asked leaving a kiss on his chest.

"Look for underwater treasures." He responded by rekindling the fire with his power.

"Maybe next time you could be the sailor who stole the mermaid’s tail." You said already imagining the situation.

"Ohhh... and what would this mermaid do to get her tail back." Ace bit your neck, and you sighed at his hand, and it was creeping back into you.

"Ahhh... I think he could do anything Love." You kissed him back.

"It took you three whole days to recover all this stuff?" Satch looked at you puzzled. I mean, it was a nice haul, but generally it would have taken less.

"How much sun did you take?" asked Marco noting your tanned skin and the fact that there was no sign of the costume.

Izo laughed, or if he laughed relishing the scene of your interrogation. Marco and Satch didn’t want to admit the evidence, and White Beard also laughed with him.

"Three days? What did you do?"

You turned red to remember the days you spent sunbathing and making love to Ace on the beach.

"Come on, Satch, any self-respecting pirate is very careful to make sure he’s got all the treasure." Ace’s hand had rested on your back, even though it was next to you you could feel the grin that had appeared on his face perfectly.

Oh he took all the treasure.

"What’s wrong with our little sister?" Izo approached you, seeing you red as a pepper: "Too strong a heat stroke?" He winked at you while you took his cheeks to pinch him and Ace laughed.

"These two will drive us crazy Marco." Satch enjoyed the scene alongside Marco and the Fenice nodded.

You really were the worst generation, you and Ace.

#one piece #portgas ace smut #ace smut #ace x oc #ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace x reader #portugas d ace #one piece ace #portgas d ace smut #ace one piece #one piece smut #Happy_Ely🪷

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averagepsychouser · 7 months

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“Why would you encourage Arcade to perpetuate the ideals of the past and wear his fathers armor to war so that the Enclave can continue its violence” BECAUSE if I DONT SEE HIM AGAIN I will EXPLODE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I loge hin too much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SORRY!!!!!!!!!

#fallout new vegas #fallout nv #arcade gannon #arcade israel gannon #arcade fnv #fnv arcade #fallout enclave

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rues-daya · 2 years

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decided to make a little part two!! part one linked below :)

part one

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: go out there and make revenge mommy proud!

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y/nfan00 is this a line from the movie 👀

stfans09 oh wow!

y/nfan097 Do Revenge is about to become one of my favorite movies

yourinstagram as it should :)

maya_hawke reporting for duty

y/nfan098 y/n and Maya’s chemistry on and off screen is a m a z i n g

stfans98 josephquinn watch out, imma steal your girl

josephfan07 her and only her

lilireinhart oh wow, your beauty just left me speechless

maikamonroe that’s it, marry me. marry me right now please

yourinstagram give me the time and the date baby

maiareficco this is her world and we are all just living in it 💚

y/nfan98 agree ^^^^

jospehquinn absolutely breathtakingly beautiful my love ♥️

y/nfan02 look I don’t care if his page is run by a friend or a manger either way his comment made my heart skip a few beats and it wasn’t even directed towards me 🥹😭

maya_hawke

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maya_hawke: ms.steal your girl, sorry not sorry to a certain someone!

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stfans000 MAYA THE CAPTION LMAO

y/nfan33 look I love Joseph and Y/N but y’all should date each other instead ….

josephfan18 patiently waiting for Jospeh’s comment 👀

y/nfan123 aren’t we all

noahschnapp same, hurry up and comment already josephquinn

maikamonroe I’ll let this slide one time and one time only ….

alishaboe Eleanor and Drea 🤍

yourinstagram Maya I legit have no words, your caption is leaving me speechless

maya_hawke ;)

y/nfan34 I think maya’s post left joseph speechless

josephquinn ….

y/nfan076 yup maya’s post did in fact leave him speechless if he only commented four dots lmao

josephquinn

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josephquinn: forever proud of you, love ♥️

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y/nfan065 when is it gonna be my turn….

gatenm123 congratulations on the new movie y/n and maya

josephfan08 that should be me….

josephfan18 wait, I thought they broke up lmao

y/nfan17 broke up? they were just together like two nights ago and he was legit at the premiere, you guys will believe anything off the internet

maya_hawke I see you trying to steal your girl back but just know my post wins 👀

y/nfans11 her comment, I can’t lmao

maikamonroe her and her only

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josephfan12 I think we all collectively forgot that Joseph didn’t actually post this but someone from his team did for him lol

y/nfan18 nah secretly he posted it but he just wants us to believe he didn’t… we know your secret Joseph

yourinstagram 👀👀

yourinstagram baby 🥺

yourinstagram thank you for being by side for it all, I love you so much! my london boy 🤍

josephfan99 HER LONDON BOY… excuse me while go cry in my pillow with happy tears all because y/n called joe her london boy 🥹

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yourinstagram: my london boy 🤍

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maya_hawke okay you know what, Joseph wins because this is just so darn cute! you two deserve the whole world 🤍

y/nfan45 my parents

madelame you two are the definition of soulmates!

stfans123 Veronica Loge travels back in time to 1986 and captures the heart of Eddie Munson

y/nfan14 her london boy indeed 🥹

nattyiceoffcial 💓💓

josephfan23 his love & her london boy

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josephquinn my love ♥️

yourinstagram my london boy 🤍

y/nfan18 adore this relationship so much and forever happy they found each other 🥺

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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You never fail to make my day when I see the notif that you answered my Tuna&Co. rambles

What can I say? I really love that you make this silly little creatures and develop them and I get to witness the art <3

Octo and Ellie having the same body language is so real, I love them, have I told you that? They are so very dear to me

Spidercrab poor long-legged man, he got yeeted out of his area (medicine) and almost died! Who takes care of the medic when he's down? Himself? Who is someone capable of treating injured if not the medic? Maybe Seafom? Ellie? Tuna? Coco???

Tuna being scared and in awe at the same time is so very him I love him. On one side "she can transform into a gigant somehow and didn't tell anybody, she doesn't inspire me trust, also, what else can she do that we dont know about? She's dangerous.", on the other "she could have used this against us and didn't, she isn't that bad... right?"

The fact that Tuna cares so much about the crew safety is so <3 knowing he doesn't have a nice past among people... Like, the "people hurted me badly, but I see you're different. Im trying my best to be friendly, but I dont know how to do this. Im new to not being treated like garbage by others." he has going on is so precious to me. He really cares about this guys. It's really sweet that he has people who care for him and who he cares for. He struggles with them and he isn't the best to be around to, but... just look at him, he's trying! He's healing! He is such a nice character WAAAAAH. He was a jerk, for sure, and a meanace, and no-one wanted him nearby, but he ended up caring so very much to the point of "is she a treat to the crew?". He probably won't admit it never-ever, but still I love that algae-brained boy <3

And then he opened up by bits and...

THEYRE BEST FRIENDS WAAAAAH

HE DID IT YOU DONT GET THIS SHES HIS BEST FRIENDDDDDD WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

HE HAS A BESTIEEEEEEEE

HE HAS A PARTNER IN CRIMEEEEEEEE

It took long but he did it :')

Please I can imagine them planing their next move on pranking Coco or sth while they eat something and Ellie looks at them "hehe, this is bad" I love them stop this madness.

Love for you loge four your cookies love for everyone today is love day

(In response to this)

:DD I'm glad you're having fun with my responses!

Hmm.. that's actually a good question.. who does take care of Spidercrab when he's down? I wanna say Ellie would be the backup medic. Since she isn't a fighter and has a caring heart deep down, I can see her learning how to patch up the crew.. it's possible she isn't as good a medic as Spider, but I'm sure she'd be qualified to care for him/anyone who needs it :00

And yes yes! Deep down Tuna does care for his crew and assume the best of them. He's just got a lot of psychological defenses to break down before he can really open up to them. <:)

XD and yeeess, Tuna and Pinwheel going to prank Coco. With Ellie watching it all go down in the background. Sounds about right! 🤣🤣

#my response #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

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lovra974 · 1 year

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Bakugo and Fashion designer Reader

Fluff. Hate to love?

The fashion industry is not an easy world. Everybody knows it. It's cruel, grueling, tiring and unforgiving. You need steel nerves, cold blood and being resourceful to just get a chance in this world. Tears shaped but don't break.

It was with this mantra you were forged. Your childhood was made of the blood of your fingers by piercing them on needles. Your teenagehood was scattered by sobs you hold by being screeming at during internships. Your early adulthood was describe with the choking of anxiety, your first jobs, being badly paid, the rents, the deadlines...

The road was sinuous, but your dream was worth it. Tears shaped but don't break. All this years, your work made you stand out. You had ideas, brillant ideas.

Now in your thirties, you were the head of collection for Singular, one of the biggest house in the Japan fashion industry. The brand's creators were the infamous Bakugo. Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo.

It was an honor to work for them. You took great care of what they gave you, you were meticulous, handling your teams like a leader. You soothed your bosses worries, erased problems and put the brand into a new era. They were so thankful.

Masaru often put a coffee on your desk and Mitsuki gave you one of her rare praise. Everything was good in your life, everything except Dynamight.

He was the one black spot in your life. Since the day you came to Singular, he decided he hated you. You remembered the first time Mitsuki presented you to him. Without getting his hand out of his pocket while you were hanging yours, he looked you up and down then said, "You won't last a week."

It hurted your ego so much to hear a top hero degrading you like that. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even years after. At this time, you didn't know for how long you would work for the Bakugo. But today, it was your third year anniversary for Singular. And damn you were smug about it.

Not only you were the one to hold the post for the longest, but your name was famous too. So much fashion houses all around the world asked you to work for them.

What made you so famous? An idea you developed with the Bakugos. Civilians were the first victims to villains attacks. So you thought about clothes that could protect them. Fireproof, chockproof, warm, acidproof etc... The designs were cool, sophisticated playing with black and reflective fabrics so heroes would found the civils easily.

It was your masterpiece. Everybody fought to have clothes from Singular. There was words that the couple would pass you the reigns when they'll retire.

So today, the third anniversary of your entry in Singular, you had a shoot with some pro heroes for the new collection.

Mitsuki had asked (more like ordered) her son to model for the brand with some of his friends. The brand was made for the public good after all.

The blond had stop pestering you years ago. But he would still glare you think and try to not to be in the same room if he could. And yes, after all this time it still affected you.

"Goodmorning heroes! I'm really happy to see you! Singular is honored to have you shoot for us."

"Morning! You are Y/N L/N! We are honored Singular called us," cheered Deku. "I've loved the winter collection! It was so cool and thoughtful I've ask my designers to take inspirations from you."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

"He's right, your idea to protect civilians was so manly!" completed Red Riot.

You thanked them and directed them to the loges so they could change. You didn't look at Dynamight, it was useless. Your presence and your fame was enough of a revenge.

The blond eyes followed you, red irises tracking all of your movements.

"I thought you told me they were evils that managed to brainwach your parents." murmured Kirishima "They looked pretty cool."

"Shut it Shitty Hair."

Kirishima looked his best friend stomping to his loge. He knew him, there was something in his voice. He stopped counting the number of times he heard about this "Stupid designer working for his parents". He would always be talking about them when he came back from his parents' office. Kirishima had find some magazines in his house about them and Singular. He had them because it was "his parents stupid brand". And how they absolutely ignored him just before and then he's frowning like a... Oh.

Oh! Damn, it was happening!

When Katsuki went out of the cabin adjusting the clothes while frowning like there was a problem, well there was one for him. The clothes fitted him well. So well. He was used to good shit with his parents but that was next level. He couldn't ignore your work when you were all his parents talk about. Y/N this, Y/N recommended that restaurant, Y/N that, Y/N is so talented and intelligent... He hated you. Damn he hated you so much. Because he couldn't deny it was right. You were amazing and it killed him he was so mean to you at the beginning. Now you barely acknowledge his presence, acting like you didn't care!

Alright, he deserved it. But he didn't know how to change your opinion of him.

Kirishima waited for him with a big grin.

"You could have told me bro, that you have a crush on them."

"What again, Hair for brain?"

"Come on Bakubro! It's okay, you just need to talk to them."

"I'm not!" he swore blushing. "Listen, they hate me, I hate them and it's perfect like this."

"You're blushing Kachaan." intervened Izuku with a knowing smile.

"I'M NOT!!! STOP IT NOW, I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!"

Kirishima knew how Deku's teasing got the explosive man. The green head just needed to pock him a little for him to explose and spill it.

"It's no big deal, Kachaan. Even I can do it!"

"Shut it stupid nerd! You won't talk to them and I won't talk to them either!"

"Why? Are you scared that you might like them evenmore if you talked? I definitely should talk to them."

"NO YOU'RE NOT!"

"Then stop me!" smiled the hero while activating his quirk.

You admired your work. You were pleased with the result. The photos were amazing, showing the adaptability and the comfortability of the new clothes. It was more of a sport wear collection. The heroes were running uround and jumping, looking straight ahead or directly at the camera.

Your favorite was a Dynamight photography. He jumped over a barrier with his quirk while looking at the camera. His red eyes glowed with the light emitted by his explosion. A faint smile adorned his lips.

You understood why he was his parents muse. His charisma, his style, his drive were exactly what Singular was. Authentic. Bold. Energetic.

You were admiring the photography when Bakugo came to you. His friends pushed him towards you, shooting things you didn't understand. It had been a long day, they pestered him about you none stop. He caved. And now he swallowed, then remembered you were just a human being with nothing to be scared about. But damn he was tense. He waited for you to look at him but you didn't.

"You're satisfied?" he asked to gain your attention.

"Kinda" you said while hiding which photo you were looking. "What do you want?"

He didn't respond immediately. Like he was hesitant.

"Can we keep the clothes?"

A faint redness appeared on his ears.

"Yes of course, they were for you anyway."

He nodded but didn't say anything for a long minute. He cursed at himself in his head. Why was he fucking chickening out? Come on it was not that hard! Finally he asked you what he wanted.

"You've got plan for your anniversary?"

You blinked. You didn't expect him to know about your third year anniversary.

"I don't know... Maybe a restaurant and some good wine. I wasn't expected to stay this long in Singular after all."

The last sentence was for him and he understood it.

"Really? You're still mad about that? It was three years ago!"

"Exactly. We wouldn't have this conversation if I wasn't still there, right?"

He sighed. He should have saw it coming. He looked behind him at Kirishima and Deku.

"You know what? You're right. And be fucking honored I said that. I shouldn't have done to you... Whatever the hell I've done... three years ago !" he shouted.

"That's an apology?"

"I'm not done yet! I'm gonna do it right, not gonna gave you half-assed words and call it a day! You should go to the restaurant in the third avenue tonight, it's fucking amazing, the wine will be at your door when you come back. I won't bother you anymore."

"Why? What do you want to do ?"

"Nothing dumbass. Not a lot of people can prouve me wrong and you've decided to be one of them. So now it's my turn to prouve you wrong about me."

"You want to prouve me your not an arrogant bully?"

"Yeah, I guess." he frowned while crossing his arms.

"Well good luck Dynamight..."

You turned your heels, exciting the room. The blond in your back grinned. Lucky him, he liked challenge.

Your driver, when you got in your car drive you to the third avenue.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"The Three Stars Restaurant on the third avenue, I have received instructions to take you here."

You arked a brow. The reservation was made for you. Just like he promised, a wine bottle with flowers were waiting in front of you appartement after. It was going on like this for a few months. Flowers, warm meals, notes... You didn't wanna talk about how his parents looked since they learned who left flowers on your desk.

With time, the bitterness you felt in his presence slowly sooth itself. He was not the guy that degraded you on your first day of the job anymore. He was a friend, a confident, something more you didn't dare put a label on yet. It was a long road, it took time to strip off your suspicions.

One day, after reviewing the last touches of the collection, you found him in your office.

"Dynamight," you greeted. "What a surprise."

"L/N." He smiled, eyeing your sketches and mood boards on the wall.

"Do you need anything?" You tried to hide your giddiness. The blond smiled at you, it was soft and warm, his cheeks slowly tainted with a cherry color you wanted to bite.

He pounded his response. You had reciprocated his advances recently. You gave his parents a note with your number a few months ago. He felt hot when his father gave it to him. He waited a long time for it.

And here he was, his heart in a place far too vulnerable for his liking. His admiration, his amusement, his care for you bubbling inside his every nerves. He liked you. It was not a damn cruch anymore. And the number of time he checked his phone for you should angered him. But it doesn't.

Texting and calling you was fun. You kept each other company while one was on night patrol and the other on a desk sketching and organizing the next collection.

"You free tonight?" He asked. He knew you had nothing but it felt good to ask, to give you a choice.

You looked at him, Singular clothes on, casual pose, acting confident. A muse. A muse and so much more he was now. You felt comfort around him. You definitely remembered the arched brow of Mitsuki when she saw your lastest drawings. "Interesting this pattern... It looks like... Explosions ?"

Oh the smugness in her voice.

You were whipped. A year ago you hated his guts. And now... You were wrong. You could see it in how easily he cared for you or his parents. How dedicated he was in his work, just like you were to yours.

You understood him, and him you. You had a similar childhood. And both of you were looking for someone who would push the other to do his best. Was he that?

"Yeah, I am," you answered after looking at your calendar. "Why?"

He walked to you, pupils piercing yours. He radiated determination, but he was still cautious in his steps.

"I would like to take you to the restaurant. On a date." His deep voice scratched his throat, making you shivering.

But as Dynamight could be determined it was your choice. And that's what scared him. Just between his brows, you could discerned the tension.

You smiled and took his hands, nodding. A grin awoke on his handsome face.

"With pleasure Hero, I'm starving!"

"Have you eaten today at least, you workaholic?"

"Yes!"

"More than three bites?"

"Oh shush. I was busy!"

"Be glad my mother doesn't know about it. She would kill you for not eating properly."

"I guess it's your problem now, " you smiled. "Desappointed?"

He laughed, enterlacing your fingers and rushing to get out of the building. "Not at all..."

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Friendsgiving with the F1 Grid

2.1K words | Logan Sargeant/Oscar Piastri | Logan is sad about missing Thanksgiving with his family in America. Oscar brings Thanksgiving to him

Oscar knew all of Logan’s facial expressions. It came with the territory of being together for so long and friends for even longer. He’d learned to read his boyfriend long ago when they were teammates at Prema and Logan was freshly twenty and terrified to reveal how he felt to anyone. Oscar was exceptionally good at reading people and quickly deciphered all of Logan’s minute facial expressions and could tell what the older boy was feeling in a matter of seconds. Luckily, Logan had gotten better at talking about his feelings over the years and was much more inclined to tell Oscar what was really going on instead swearing everything was fine until “fine” didn’t sound like a real word. So today, when Logan came in from the balcony where he’d been on facetime with his mom and brother, a fake smile plastered on his pretty face, Oscar knew he was upset.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, placing his phone face down on the table and holding his arms open.

Despite Logan being slightly taller and this position being mildly uncomfortable in the armed dining chair Oscar was sitting in, Logan sat sideways on his lap, resting his head against his shoulder.

“I dunno. It’s dumb.”

“I bet it’s not,” Oscar brushed his blonde waves away from his forehead. “Did your mom or Dalton say something to you?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it, Loges?”

Oscar knew what it was without asking. Today was Thanksgiving and instead of being in Florida, stuffing his face with food and arguing over football with his brother, Logan was in Abu Dhabi, getting ready for media day.

His mom had called while they were eating breakfast, wanting to speak to Logan before all of their guests arrived for dinner. Dalton had been there too, and Oscar had leaned over to say hello before Logan was excusing himself to the balcony to talk to his family in private. Oscar knew he would be sad when he came back in. Thanksgiving was one of Logan’s favorite holidays and he missed his family desperately at this time of year. Usually his homesickness wasn’t too bad, he’d adapted over the many years he’d been away, but holidays always made him more melancholy than usual.

During their time as teammates, Logan had described American Thanksgiving to him and Fred, telling them about the food and football on the beach with his younger cousins, when it was still warm enough to tackle each other into the water. He told them that even as adults, he and Dalton would stretch out on opposite ends of the L-shaped sectional in their basement and fall into a food coma together while they watched football and Friends reruns away from the chaos of their extended family.

“I just miss home I guess,” Logan finally said. “I never go home for Thanksgiving and usually it’s okay. For some reason this year is just hard.”

“I’m sorry baby. I know you miss your mom and Dalton.”

“I just wish I could be there. I know I’m going home next week and that you’re coming with me, but it isn’t the same. Even Dalton said so.”

“He misses his little brother more than he wants to admit.”

“I miss him. He’s my best friend. Besides you.”

“I know, baby. I wish there was something I could do to make it better.”

“It’s okay, Osc. I know you would if you could.”

“I can have pumpkin pie delivered tonight. Like that year at Prema. We can even watch that Christmas vacation movie you like so much.”

“I made Dalton promise he wouldn’t watch it until I got home. So I won’t watch it without him.”

“We can watch the grinch instead then. I just hate seeing you sad babe.”

“I hate being sad,” Logan sighed. “I’ll get over it. I guess it just hurts more that I’m the only American on the grid. So, no one else gets it. I know it’s been a long season, and everyone misses their families by now. It’s just different for me. No one else even celebrates Thanksgiving. Except for Lance but that doesn’t count.”

Oscar chuckled and kissed his shoulder, “I’ll do whatever I can to make today better.”

“Can you get me out of media? That would help a lot.”

As if on cue, Oscar’s alarm to head downstairs went off.

“No can do, baby. At least we have the press conference together.”

*****

When Lando plopped down on the couch in Oscar’s driver’s room, the younger man didn’t even look up, too busy staring at his phone screen with furrowed brows.

“Earth to Oscar,” Lando said, waving a hand in front of his eyes. “What’s got you so focused?”

“I’m trying to figure out Thanksgiving.”

“Why?”

“Thanksgiving is today, and Logan is really homesick. I wanted to do something special for him.”

“What if we throw him a Thanksgiving dinner?” Lando pondered.

“How in the hell are we going to do that? Americans spend days prepping for this and we’ve got,” Oscar glanced down at his watch. “Six hours.”

“You do realize I’m friends with Max Verstappen, right? We can make anything happen.”

“Would he do that?”

“If we asked him, yeah. He may look like a grump, but he’s got a soft spot for the rookies. Lewis too. I’m sure with their help we could pull something together. I could ask George to get all of the drivers that are available. We could make a fake GPDA meeting or something and have the food set up there.”

“Where are we going to get that much food on this short notice?”

“Worry not Piastri, the Mclaren catering team loves me.”

“You’re seriously going to do all of this? I was just going to order pumpkin pie to our hotel and maybe blow him to make him feel better.”

“You’re my friend Oscar and so is Logan. Plus, he looks like a kicked puppy when he’s sad and I really don’t like it.”

Lando did have a point there.

“We’re gonna throw your boyfriend a Thanksgiving dinner so kickass that he’ll be the one blowing you.”

“Thanks for looking out for my sex life,” Oscar chuckled.

“I do what I can. But remember we share a wall and I already know what your name is. I don’t need to hear Logan moaning it all night.”

“Noted.”

*****

From: George Russel

To: GPDA

“Hello everyone. I’m sorry for the late notice but there will be a mandatory GPDA meeting tonight at 1830 in the FIA building on track. We’ll be discussing matters unresolved from this season and looking ahead to 2024. Please like this message to indicate you have seen it and will be attending. See you then.”

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“Why do you think they called a last-minute meeting?” Logan asked as they trekked through the dark paddock to the FIA building.

“Someone probably had some petty bullshit that they waited until the last race of the season to make a stink about just to be a dick.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I’m sorry this is cutting into our pumpkin pie and Christmas movie time,” Oscar said, bumping their shoulders together. “I’ll make it up to you when we get back. Maybe this won’t last too long.”

“It’s okay Osc.Thank you for trying to cheer me up today. It means a lot.”

“Hey,” Oscar stopped him and grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him gently. “You’re my favorite person on the planet. I would do anything to see you smile.”

Logan smiled, tucking his head shyly.

“There it is,” Oscar teased, tilting his head up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Now come on, you know how George gets when people are late.”

They climbed the stairs to the entrance and swiped their driver badges to enter the front doors. Oscar led the way down the hallway to the conference room and pushed open the doors.

Logan gasped when he saw, instead of twenty chairs placed neatly in rows and George Russel in front of a podium, eighteen other drivers looking at him with the biggest grins he’d ever seen, and long tables absolutely loaded with food.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Lando cheered as he bounded across the room like an over excited puppy to hug him.

“What?” Logan found himself at a loss for words as he let Lando crush his ribs.

“Oscar said you were sad that you couldn’t be home for Thanksgiving, so we brought Thanksgiving to you,” he explained, pulling away to let him breathe. “Max, Lewis, and George helped us organize and I bribed the Mclaren catering team with golf lessons.”

“From Carlos I hope,” Max teased, appearing over Lando’s shoulder.

“Rude. But yes, from Carlos.”

Max elbowed Lando out of the way and ruffled Logan’s hair, “Happy Thanksgiving Logan.”

“Thank you, Max. And thank you for helping, but how did you pull this off?”

Max shrugged, “Three-time world champion and seven-time world champion. It’s pretty easy to get shit done with that many trophies.”

Lewis appeared next, pulling him into a side hug and giving him a friendly kiss on the temple, “You have some people who really love you brother. You’re lucky.”

“Yeah I am.”

Somehow, Logan found himself seated between Alex and Yuki, plates piled high with food that definitely didn’t fit into their diet plans, letting Yuki chatter away and ask him a million questions about Thanksgiving cuisine. No, he didn't know why there were marshmallows on the sweet potatoes. Yes, he thought it was good. Yes, his mom makes it better than this.

It wasn’t quite the same as beach football with his cousins and couch naps with Dalton, but it was pretty damn good.

At some point, Lewis made them all go around and say what they were thankful for, which Logan usually found cringy and embarrassing but found himself getting a little choked up tonight. He felt tears well up as Max said he was thankful for his cats and sugar free Red Bull but then sat down and squeezed Daniel’s hand discreetly between their chairs. He had to hold back his tears when it was his turn and he stood and looked around the room.

“I’m thankful to be here,” he said honestly. “I’m thankful for the opportunity to get a season in F1 and race alongside all of you.”

He sat down quickly before the tears could start flowing properly and he felt a hand resting on his knee. He looked over at Alex who was smiling at him sincerely.

“It won’t be your last,” he whispered.

“I really hope so.”

Eventually the gathering devolved into chaos when Valtteri suggested drinking games and he had to be reminded that they had free practice sessions the next day and needed to be getting to bed.

“What are we going to do with all of this extra food?” Logan asked.

They had made a large dent in the spread, twenty grown men who didn’t often get to eat unrestricted could really put away some food, but there was still more left that Logan didn’t want to waste.

“Don’t worry,” George assured him. “Lewis found a women and children’s shelter nearby and the team is going to drop all of this off with them first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

Oscar appeared behind him, squeezing his shoulders gently.

“Are you ready to go baby? I think you’re gonna have to roll me back to the hotel.”

Logan chuckled and leaned back into his warmth, “Yeah let's go. Sleep is calling me.”

They said their goodbyes quickly, all the other drivers on a similar page and just as eager to get home and sleep as they were.

They both took a quick shower, taking advantage of the dual shower heads to be efficient and collapsed into bed. Logan’s limbs felt heavy, but he rolled over anyway, fitting his head into the bend of Oscar’s hip where he was propped against the headboard, flipping through TV channels. He stopped when he found what he was looking for and relaxed into the plush mattress as the opening titles of How the Grinch Stole Christmas rolled across the screen.

“Thank you for today, Oscar,” Logan said as they watched Cindy Lou Who interview the citizens of Whoville. “It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I told you; I’d do anything to see you smile.”

“You make me smile.”

“I’m glad.”

Logan turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the thin skin of Oscar’s inner thigh.

“I love you Osc.”

“I love you more. Happy Thanksgiving Loges.”

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

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🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵

Loscar ♡ Pt.3

Pt 3 is out!! (totally didn't forget to post it here) Something more calm, nothing too much :P

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Oscar is awoken from his slumber by the sounds of the birds chirping outside his window. He rubs open his eyes with a grunt and his hair disheveled.

He checks his phone on his bedside table. A missed call from 'Loges', Oscar must've slept through the ringing.

"Ah shit," Oscar mutters to himself quickly before dialing in Logan's number to videocall him, hoping he hasn't yet gone to sleep.

Just as sleep begins to tug Logan's heavy eyelids closed once more, his phone lights up with Oscar's cheerful face filling the screen. A drowsy grin spreads across his features as he swipes to accept the call.

"Hey, lazy daisy," he teases gently, stifling a yawn. "Sleep well? You look like you only just rolled out of bed." Delight fills him up that Oscar's thinking of him already that morning.

"M'yeah, just woke up." Oscar groggily spoke with a weak chuckle, his morning voice gruffy. A lopsided smile graces Logan's face as the aussie's familiar rumble washes over him through the speaker. His disheveled state mirrors the american's no doubt.

Running absent fingers through mussed hair in an attempt to tame it, Logan chuckles softly. "I hope this means you aren't late to open shop. Your dad wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I kept you from errands."

"Dad's opening the shop today, don't worry 'bout me mate." He adds on, looking at the other.

Warmth blooms through Logan's chest as their eyes meet through the phone. There's no place Logan would rather be than right there with Oscar, regardless of time or distance between them.

It was kind of rare to have the both of them looking so tired, usually it's one of them heading to bed with eyelids half-open and the other wide awake, looking forward to the day head. Their schedules so seldom align these days, it's almost nostalgic to share these sleepy quiet moments across distances.

"Well good, one of us ought to be cogent at least." Logan huffs another sleepy chuckle and scrubs a hand down his stubbled jaw.

Gaze softening, Logan leans his cheek into his palm and traces Oscar's features lit only by the dim glow of dawn. How he misses that handsome mug, scruff and all. "You know, it's kinda nice being useless lumps together for once. Like old times."

A jaw-cracking yawn overtakes him then, and he scrunches his face ineffort. "Think I'll try to snooze a bit more. Care to keep me company until the sandman calls?"

"Can't say no to that." Oscar speaks with a soft tone as he props his phone up against the mirror on his table.

Logan could see the aussie fixing his hair up while looking into his mirror.

"Reminds me of those days in F3, where we used to share hotel rooms during away races. I was always the first one to wake up, with you still struggling to get out of bed." Oscar suddenly speaks, trying to bring up a topic.

A fond chuckle rumbles from Logan as Oscar's words paint the memory in vivid hues once more. Those novice days in lower formulas feel a lifetime ago now on career's parallel paths.

"Oh god, I was dreadful waking up back then wasn't I?" The american scratches idly at his ribcage, watching Oscar preen through sleepy eyes alit with mirth. "Must've driven you mad those mornings, curled up in blankets refusing to see daylight."

As Oscar neatens himself, a smile tugs lazily at Logan's lips. There's comfort in these small familiar rituals shared even across screens. "You always managed to rouse me eventually though, some way or another. Usually threats of cold shower or alarm under pillow..."

A massive yawn splits his face again. "Suppose that's why they paired drivers like us - opposites attract and all that. You were no doubt a welcome balance, Osc."

Releasing a contented sigh, Logan feels soothing hands of sleep already reclaiming him. Oscar takes a quick glance at the screen before looking into the mirror again. He lets out a huff of amusement.

"Loges. I can see you fighting back your sleepiness. You can go to sleep while I brush myself up, I'll end the call myself yeah?" Oscar suggests with a reassuring smile.

A sleepy grin tugs at Logan's face as the aussie's understanding gaze meets his through the screen. Even half-conscious, his care and thoughtfulness shine through in ways few others comprehend.

Blinking slowly, Logan sighs into the pillow nestled under scruffy cheek. "You're too good, Osc, dunno what I'd do without you some days." A content hum rumbles through his chest as sleep's soothing embrace begins to overtake once more.

Their eyes meet a moment more, and all the affection left unsaid passes between in that intimate gaze. Then, with a languid nod and mouthed "G'night," his eyelids slide shut, soothed by the knowledge of Oscar's watchful presence until rest takes him fully.

"Night, mate." Oscar murmurs as he watches Logan fall into his slumber. He looks at the screen for a while. Well, more like looks at him for a while.

Oscar traces the american's features with his thumb, wondering when would be the next time the two of them could meet face-to-face again.

He pauses.

Then takes two of his fingers onto his own lips, and presses it on the screen where Logan's cheek is, hoping he was asleep.

Oscar ends the videocall, with his heart beating like a drum.

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As consciousness slowly returns, the familiar ache of missing Oscar twinges beneath Logan's chest. But lingering also is the ghost of a tender pressure against his cheek, sweeter than any dream.

Bleary eyes flutter open to empty screens and silence, yet a smile plays at lips nonetheless. For in those secret moments before sleep took him, Logan felt not only watched over, but truly seen - heart, mind and soul laid bare before someone who cares for all of him.

It is enough simply to cherish each quiet moment shared, and wake each day hoping to make Oscar smile. The rest will come in time, if it is meant to be.

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