#my girl.... OHHHH MY GIRL YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS
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What's a soft launch? (Lando Norris x Leclerc! Reader)
YN Leclerc is dating Lando Norris in secret, and they had been keeping it really quite for the past 9 months, but unfortunately she is dating an idiot who forgot to close his stream.
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in which YN Leclerc and Lando Norris make everyone watching his stream need to bleach their eyes.
N.B: this is something for fun and has no relation to real life people. Also, I'll be doing a sm fic based on this cause a meme picture is what started this for me.
WARNING: suggestive, no actual smut. Making out. PDA cause lando forgot to close his stream. Mentions of breast, nipple and bra. French not used properly?... if i missed anything else let me know!
Sighing, Lando stretched his back while calling for his girlfriend- letting her know that it's okay to come in.
"Hey handsome."
username: is that who I think it is!
username: ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE
username: someone call 911 lando no rizz pulled YN Leclerc
username: I want yn to call me handsome too
Unaware of the fast chat the couple smiled at each other as YN sat on Lando's lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, wrists staying still at the nape of his neck while her fingers play with the soft curls of his hair.
"Hello ma chérie."
And that's all the older boy got to say as the young girl latched her lips onto his, tightening her grip around his neck while his arms rest at her hips, squeezing them as he lifts her up a bit trying to reach as much of her as possible.
username: AY YOOOOOO someone tell my man he is live and we can see that
username: THE GRIP HE HAS ON MY GIRL
username: ooofffff, Lando's funeral is gonna be tomorrow my dudes
username: F in the chat for lando
username: F in the chat for charles, he having a heart attack rn
username: my girl gonna wake up with bruises
Breaking away to catch their breath Lando's hand caressed her hips, moving until they rested on her ass
"Ohhhh, okay, are we going there."
"I don't know gorgeous, are we?"
Shifting around in the chair, Lano placed his back to the arm of the chair moving YN in front of him- unknowingly, making the viewers have a perfect view of their interlocking lips which were quickly followed by a gasp from YN as Lando pressed his hips into hers- thus allowing a perfect entrance of his tongue into her mouth.
username: OKAY THIS IS A FULL MAKE OUT SESSION.
username: LANDO IS DYING AT 25 MY DUDES
username: FFS SOMEONE CALL THEM OR SEND A SUB OR SOMETHING, WE DON'T WANT LANDO TO DIE
username: Holy shit, YN have mercy on your brothers
username: how to be Lando rn
username: THIS FEELS SO WRONG, THEY LITERALY HAVE THEIR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHER'S THROATS
username: please lord, let Lando still be able to have kids after seeing the Leclerc brothers
Being interrupted by her ringtone did not deter the couple from their steamy activity, in fact it was like they didn't even hear it as Lando's right hand slipped into the girl's shirt roaming around her stomach as it rested in her breast.
Another ringtone...... Lando's left hand made its way to her bra's clasp, opening it with swiftness that made it evident it had not been the first time he had done that.
The way their tongues moved and their arms explored places they were already familiar with only comes with expirence. A lot of experience.
As the ringtone got repeated for the third time, Lando decided to slow down, removing his lips from hers while his right hand pushed her bra downward a bit, making him feel her hard nipple under his fingertips.
Moving her left arm from around his neck while balancing herself with her right arm, YN reached into her back pocket getting her phone out.
"Oh, it's Danny"
The cheerful voice of the girl filles the room
username: of thank god!
username: FINALLY
username: Lando, you will be missed
username: this has been the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life
username: I wasn't even doing anything and I'm out of breath
Answering the phone YN couldn't even get a word out before Daniel is screaming into her ear
"IT'S LIVE! YOU'RE FUCKING LIVE."
Snapping her head towards her boyfriend's set up, she quickly balanced the phone in between her ear and her shoulder while removing his hand from under her shirt, tipping as she attempted to close the live while holding her bra in place as much as possible.
"What? What's wrong?" Upon seeing his girlfriend's frantic behaviour Lando became alert, worried something might be wrong.
"YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE LIVE!"
"WHAT!!"
In a hurry to get up from his position and close the stream he tripped over his own feet just as his hands reached the desk, and as an attempt to save himself from the fall he gripped the first thing within his reach- his keyboard and his mic- making them fall right on his head.
The sudden scream of Lando's and the quite comical fall (in YN's opinion) made her forget about the older man on her phone and about the entire issue. The only thing she did was double over in laughter that within seconds turned into a sound similar to that of a car's windshield wiper.
"Oh, I'm glad my pain is amusing you."
username: this is the best stream of my entire fucking life man
username: I have no idea what is going on, but I love it
username: this is hilarious.
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THE BROTHERS' REACTIONS
THE FAMILY DINNER
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Thank You GQ
a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time
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tchalamet GQ.
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tstan your shoots are always the best
GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet
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timmylaurie he's so cute omg
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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?
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y/n literally no clue ❤️
tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice
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y/n 🤔
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timmysgf who is she ??
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kylesballs not him simping for a random insta model publicly LMAOO
timotheeandall y/n is NOT an instagram model omggg 💀
@y/n tweeted: need. need so bad
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@lauriesarmpit replied- no way the first tweet I see of hers is ab timmy 😭😭💀💀
@tsgf replied- how do you know it's about him?
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y/n honeymoon fades
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sabrinacarpenter caption. i love you.
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tchalamet need.
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tchalamet oh my.
rachelzegler absolutely gorgeous. when are we hanging out 🥺🥺
y/n im free next week <3 let me dm you w my schedule LMAOO we need to have a sleepover again I got so much to tell you
rachelzegler omg this is happening ill see you next week love
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tchalamet just posted a story!
@y/n tweeted: the average person was never meant to have this much lore.
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@ynsblanket replied- oh god what happened girl
@ynandtimschild replied- you're literally dating timothee chalamet it's okay 😩😩🙏🏼
@y/n replied- exactly!!! life is crazy.
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@timoatreides replied- wait what💀💀
@realchalamet tweeted: life IS crazy
@paulswhore replied- BROOOO !?!?!!!
@ynsgf replied- HELPP!?!?!!! at 2am is crazy
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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀
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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place 🤔🤔
y/n but also cause im so proud of you 😍things can have two meanings 🫶
paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh
y/n you're telling me...
tchalamet thank god for GQ cause i was too scared to dm you myself 💀💀
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y/n same we gotta do it again
mariastory timothee and josh being friends omg
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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.
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y/n oh my 😍
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florencepugh so proud of you!!!
charliestimo the comparison to the 2020 and this one 🥺🥺 he's already grown so much 😭💔💔
ayoedebiri 🫶🫶
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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.
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timosatreid "MY PRETTY GIRL" GOD WHEN 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺
y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.
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sabsyn THE HAND PLACEMENT IN THE SECOND PIC WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.
ynschals imagine how many pics they have of each other on their phones that we'll never see... 😖
yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!
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REMINDERS / DANIEL RICCIARDO
daniel ricciardo x influencer reader / SMAU FIC
FACE CLAIM / jazmyn makenna
WARNINGS / suggestive comments/banter
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TWITTER
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INSTAGRAM
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yourusername went to daniel’s 2nd homeland (texas)
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user8 she makes texas look so aesthetic
user01 it’s the YN effect
user09 her cowgirl boots are so adorable wth
danielricciardo hey cowgirl 🤠
yourusername hey cowboy 😏
danielricciardo ;)))))
user234 🏟️🏟️🏟️
user2 isn’t the austin gp in like a week? or am i crazy??
user766 last time i checked it was next monday soo idk
yourusername me and daniel decided to go a little earlier and spend some time around texas. we even rented out a little cabin and everything soo im excited 😊
user2 OHHHH! that makes a lot more sense, have fun :)
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danielricciardo me and my cowgirl ❤️
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user20 “MY COWGIRL” i’m crying 😭
user65 NO CAUSE I READ AND I STOPPED BREATHING FOR A SECOND
user20 me and you both
user5 they match each others vibes
user13 one of my favorite couples on the grid
yourusername you know what they say?
danielricciardo what?
yourusername save a horse ride a cowboy……
danielricciardo is that so?
yourusername mhmm
danielricciardo do you want to test that out?
yourusername 🙈
user99 OHHHHHHH
user566 they went to texas and know they are all over each other in the comments
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yourusername me and my cowboy went out to a bar last night and pretended to be southern 👍 so if you think you saw us you didn’t
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user572 that dress thooooo
user0083 it fits her perfectly 🧎♀️🧎♀️
user0872 she is soo scrumptious
danielricciardo roar 🦁 🦁
yourusername roar roar roar ki ki 🤲
maxverstappen1 she sounds hungover
danielricciardo she is :)
yourusername hello max, do you have a crush on charles?
maxverstappen1 i’m leaving
user076 i need more of hungover YN
user34 i would be a furry for her ngl
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[ twitter is right, how on earth did i pull this goddess? ]
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ynismygf really tho?
motheryn that’s what we are all wondering
yourusername pleasee how did i pull you?
danielricciardo don’t even….you are the most gorgeous woman i have ever met + half of F1 twitter thinks your “mother” what ever that means?
yourusername i am in fact mother 💋
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yourusername guess who took these photos? 💋💋
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user0966 mommy.
user334 MY WIFE HAS POSTED!!!
user086 let me guess..daniel!
danielricciardo yeah i’m basically her photography now :)
yourusername don’t worry i’m not forcing him…..photo credits to dani 🤠
user54 🤍
user037 he could be a photographer honestly
yourusername you should check his jpg account :)
danielricciardo thanks for the promotion baby
yourusername anytime 👏
user05 she is sooo fineee
yourbestfriend GORGEOUS GIRL
yourusername uno reverse 🔄
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daniel3.jpg since i’m YN’s photographer, i thought i would post some photos from her many many shopping sprees that couldn’t make it on instagram 🤍 @ yourusername
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user80 they are so cute
yourbestfriend MOTHER IS MOTHERING ‼️‼️
yourusername PLSSS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY WIFE
daniel3.jpg soo i hate to interrupt this moment but she is my girlfriend 🙏
yourbestfriend is she though? is she?
daniel3.jpg i’d like to think so
user50 daniel is a tad confused
user68 NOT THEM FIGHTING OVER YN
user085 if YN was my girlfriend i would fight over he 24/7
user6 that’s so true tho
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I need head pusher!jj now :(((((
you’re right. i giggled when i mentioned it.
ִ ۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ 🫧｡˚. . .♡
to me headpusher!jj is just bsf!jj, because he’s used to being a little rougher with you. the two of you have known eachother for ages, you can take a little manhandling — hell, that look you always give him is living proof that you infact like it. he’s allowed to be brutish, less gentlemanly with you — because, well… you’re not his girl. you’re friends. you just happen to be a girl. and you also happen to be his, but that’s more unspoken.
you can act real slutty with him sometimes, especially after the two of you have smoked a joint together, rolling around the floor of his empty house, free of luke. you weakly pound your fists into his chest as you play fight, the much stronger boy pinning you in a comprising position, practically wearing your own knees as earmuffs.
“you’re such a cheater, jayj. always such a guy about it.” you pout and he grins, sitting back on his knees allowing you to sit up, legs either side of him.
“dont hate the player, hate the game baby.” he smirks, the playful nickname making you clench around nothing the way it always did.
“shut up, idiot.”
“ohhhh, still got that attitude in ‘ya duchess? you’re lucky imma real gentleman. would’a shoved somethin’ else in that mouth to shut you up n’teach you a lesson.” he starts lightly grappling with you again, and it takes everything not to break out into a needy whimper at his vulgar words. you’re used to him being gross and expletive, but at a time like this it was only turning you on.
“bet you wouldn’t.” it unfortunately comes out in the shape of a horny moan, brows knitted almost pleadingly making him slow his movements to a stop, adjusting his backwards cap with a taken aback smirk.
“oh really? so that’s how you wanna play, mama.”
in no time he’s got his dick in your mouth, lip bitten in concentration as he stares down at the way you take him in amusement.
“yeaaah, not so much of a chatty cathy now are you princess?” he teases, making you moan and shift your hips where you kneel— desperate for some touch down there. you wanted to say you couldn’t believe you were sucking your best friends dick, but anyone with eyes could tell it was a long time coming.
in retaliation to his meanness, you go to pull off him, lips nearly breaching his tip. he catches you in the act, heavy hand splaying out on the back of your skull, pressing you back down. “ah, ah— i don’t think so. wanted to act brave earlier, so i think it’s best you keep that dick in your throat babydoll.”
you definitely tease him after whilst he’s cleaning you up, being all sweet and slightly condescending. “cant believe you’re a chronic head pusher. i should have known.” you giggle, scrunching your nose as he digs the tissue into your nostril to clean away some of the rogue cum that had spurted out as an after shock after you’d swallowed him all.
“damn, quit moving would you gorgeous? anyway, i don’t wanna hear it ‘cus you totally loved it. you would’a done anything for me in that moment, i’on care. if your mouth wasn’t stuffed you’d have been callin’ my ass daddy.” he teases, using a separate corner of tissue to wipe the mascara from under your eyes.
you press your lips together, getting all shy on him again. “mm, i think that’s a confession for another day.”
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Ken and Barbie. (LL)
summary: reader is an actress in outer banks as sarah cameron’s younger sister, and while filming in New Zealand, she meets Liam Lawson.
note: idk if they ever filmed in New Zealand, its j for the plot 🫶
pairing: liam lawson x actress!reader
fc: ava alfaro (avaalfaroo on insta) (picked her bc she genuinely looks like madelyn clone a bit lol)
warnings: minor cussing
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/n.user: i <3 🇳🇿
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obxfan5: THE LAST PICTURE??
y/nfp: you’re actually a goddess
cline9edits: her and madelyn are literally siblings
↳ user3: huh? they are..?
↳ cline9edits: omggg no, im j saying they look sm alike
↳ user3: ohhhh, yeah. the casting department did sooo good here
madisonbaileybabe: i’m the best photographer 💁♀️
↳ y/n.user: you really are
f2edits: *liam lawson likes a post* *i spawn there to see what’s going on*
user7: LMAO rudy and drew😭
↳ starkeysgf0: my bf’s asf
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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liamlawson30: 🇳🇿❤️
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user2: what is it finna play…? WOAHHHGG
liamledits: holy shit, who is this girl??
f1editpag3: guys, we know she’s blonde!! FIND BLONDE GIRLS WITH A BLONDE POTENTIAL BF
↳ y/nfp4: …………….@y/n.user
↳ f1editpag3: OMG, and they are both in new zealand and soft launching a bf/gf, suspicious
f1wags: ik liam isnt in f1 (yet) but i am totally posting abt them 
y/nfp111: anyone else see y/n liking this one?? 😏
yukitsunoda0511: do i know who this is?
↳ liamlawson30: shut up, just text me mate
user6: whoever this girl is, she’s lucky asffff
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
your instagram story:
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Liam On a Podcast:
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y/n.user: ken & barbie 💗💐
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f1wags: it’s literally them🥺😩😭
liamlawson30: and i don’t have a good day unless barbie looks at me🙃🩷
↳ y/n.user: but you’re kenough☹️🩷✊
user3: hellllooooo?? they are the cutest, your honor
editf1p8: living for the shirt, y/n!!
drewstarkey: mmm slay icons
↳ rudeth: hm, yeah slay!
user8: the way y/n could literally play barbie and liam could play ken💅
austinnorth55: ik im not ur actually big brother, but i will kill him if he hurts you💪
↳ liamlawson30: i wont, why would i??
↳ austinnorth55: don’t be snarky, you’re on probation
↳ liamlawson30: what??
↳ madelyncline: oh yeah, you’ve entered a tight knit little family, let them warm up to you
↳ y/n.user: don’t scare him off
↳ liamlawson30: nothing will scare me off
user4: they are so cuteeeeee, i need this tbh
lailahasanovic: pretty girl!!!
↳ y/n.user: 💜
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liamlawson30: babe took my to the outer banks for her shoot💓
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y/n.user: the outer banks🙃🫶
↳ hichasestokes: paradise on earth ☀️⛱️
↳ rudeth: WOOHOOOOOO BABY
user3: them getting so hype abt the next season gives me LIFE
f1wags: y/n is actually so gorgeous wtf??
obxedit2: petition for liam to be on obx 😋
↳ y/n1fp9: no literallyyyy. they are too cute i need them always
oscarpiastri: not sure why i wasn’t invited 🙄
↳ rudeth: come next time! the more, the marrier!
↳ y/n.user: merrier*
↳ rudeth: we sure she shouldn’t play popes little sister? always correcting me
↳ jonathandavissofficial: i wouldn’t have been upset about that. she’s my favorite out of all of you
↳ rudeth: that’s actually fucking rude
↳ liamlawson30: …..yikeys mate
user9: cutest couple ever, thank you
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y/n.user: that’s a wrap!! obx is yours…soon☀️🩷🐚
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liamlawson30: my beautiful actress😇❤️
↳ y/n.user: my handsome driver😊❤️
user5: ugh, y/n is actually so pretty it’s unfair. plsss
f1wags: nothing guys, just me crying over their cuteness
user4: lfgggg, you’re an icon UGH
obx5: plsss i love how y/n is just merging with f2 and f1 fans. shes gonna be so cute in the paddock fr
↳ llfp3: wishing i was her fr
paddockgirls1: y/n!! can we have a release date 🙏😇
↳ y/n.user: i wish i could, but i’ll get in trouble🤐 keep your eyes peeled tho!! :)
↳ paddockgirls1: HOLY SHAT- okay queen🫠🫠
user7: LOL YUKI AND LIAM
francisca.cgomes: prettiest girl everrrrr. can’t wait for the new season❤️
↳ y/n.user: awww kika, ily. i cant wait for you to see it either😁❤️
wagcityf1: kika and y/n hangout when??
*liked by creator and francisca.cgomes*
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
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She's All I Wanna Be (Trevor Zegras)
Trevor Zegras x Reader - Instagram AU
Warning(s): Angst
Summary: Based off Tate McRae's song She's All I Wanna Be :)
dixiedamelio just posted a photo!!
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dixiedamelio Inner Miley Cyrus Bangerz era.... oh and pc to Z
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user1 ok but her suit slays
user2 anybody else notice she didn't tag Trevor? Little sis if you ask me
user3 We all know they're together at this point. They just don't want to rip the bandaid off
user2 Right? We all know he dumped yourusername to be with Dixie. He's just trying to avoid confirmation
charlidamelio 🦆
addisonrae Bod goals af
trevorzegras 😳
trevorzegras sorry still in awe of u
user4 He doesn't even try to hide it
yourusername just posted a photo!
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yourusername you want the girl with the small waist, and the perfect smile
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user1 She's always been so gorgeous I am obsessed w/her
user2 Glad to see a model who has the same body type as me owning it 🥰
user3 Yeeesshhhh Trevor's loss
user4 Why would she post something like this when her body looks like that? It's actually horrendous 🤢
user1 This is what healthy looks like first off? Second off she's a gym influencer who heavy lifts? What's your talent? Tell me her confidence levels are annoying you without actually telling me fr user4
yourbff Currrrves for daysss
yourbff Hottie w/ a body??!
jackhughes Bestie looking fine as always
yourbff um jackhughes bye she's my bff get your own bff since your last one has a trashy looking type
jackhughes Shhhh don't expose me like that we don't claim it
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user3 So much prettier than what's her face
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user5 It's the fact that she's back to her darker hair? Anyone finding that a little weird?
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yourbff It wasn't my fault the door didn't announce its presence.....
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user2 Kinda crazy Trevor posts Dixie right after yourusername posted. He also never posted her, so what makes Dixie so different lmao
user3 what’s crazier is that Dixie literally just dyed her hair blonde and cut it so short, to now having dark hair and extensions 🤔
yourbff You look sooo good
yourbff IM obsessed w/ YOU
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user2 Yeah it’s scary how much she’s tryna look like yourusername
tanamongeau Wow Dix ballsy as fuck lmao
yourbff interesting.
user3 SO glad yourbff sees it too
user4 Dixie can try to look like her, but she won’t ever be able to lift like her. Bet she can’t lift anything over ten pounds
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user1 I’m living for Jack being on her side during this lmfao
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yourbff Pretty sure you all fell asleep like that too
yourusername we did lmfao
colecaufield comfiest I’ve ever slept
jackhughes 10/10 recommend
yourbff Writing out the yelp review rn
l_hughes03 I call top next time
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tatemcrae That last line in your caption sounding a little familiar 🤔🤔
tatemcrae But also me next, me next!!
jackhughes I walked in on this
l_hughes03 I walked out on this
colecaufield I wanna be in on this
yourusername you’re all a pain in my ass on this
yourbff We just love you ok
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user1 This friendgroup is what I strive to have in life
user2 Dixie kicking and punching air rn
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trevorzegras all yours ❤️
charlidamelio He wanted someone he could show off whenever you go out
dixiedamelio I’ll wear a tight mini black dress with all my friends around 💅🏼
user3 ohhhh she PETTY petty
user4 Her and her sister wanna be besties with Tate and yourusername so bad omfg it’s a headache
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tanamongeau I think I’ve seen similar posts like these somewhere….🤔
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user2 Not her turning the lyrics around to call out Dixie oop
tatemcrae lyric change approved 😚❤️
yourusername 🥰💅🏼
yourbff kind of like this version better
tatemcrae Glad I’m not the only one
jackhughes Permission to call you mommy after seeing this post?
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colecaufield The better looking ex
user3 It’s the fact Trevor liked the post too I’m dead
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Idk if this like sounds weird but can you write a fic where musician!Jude and model!reader broke up and Jude is mad petty about it and writes a song about her, and everyone knows it’s about her cause he’s not hiding it?😭🏃🏾♀️
₍₍ BLUE ₎₎
A/N ?! dearest anon, this is not weird at all!! i'm actually excited for this since it's different to what i usually get requested for. i changed it up a bit, so instead of a song, it's a whole album... but enjoy my luvss xx
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judebellingham 'BLUE' out now x
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jobebellingham proud of you 🙏❤
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user1 OMG!!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
user2 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
user3 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA X2877813819
user4 TOOK SOME DAMN TIME.
gioreyna only took like.... 6 months. what if i died?
user5 gio 😭
judebellingham but you're still here, pissing me off. say ty
gioreyna thanks 🙄
user6 new music after a half year. pigs must be falling from the sky
user7 i'm looking at the songs and........... uh........... is this what i think it is???? 😃
user8 OH!
user9 it's the 5th song for me. i am SO READY (i am not)
user10 the first album we get after allllllll this time 😭
alexanderarnold66 💪❤
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user11 ohhhh he is shady for this. soooooooo shady
user12 this is jude............. what else are we expecting
user13 guys! what if we're just jumping to conclusions!
user14 bffr girl..... look at the tracklist-
user15 TO SEE THE STATE OF TWITTER AFTER A FEW HOURS WILL BE A DREAM
user16 REAL
user17 i've already seen people talking about one song called 'ifhy'... y/n what did u do to my bby 😭
user15 @/user17 UH OH 😯
user15 LOSING MY SHIT, THIS IS GONNA BE AOTY
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caption: no coz why does this album hit so much, and it's dragging MY ass?? 😭
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your_bff i will have to agree with you on that one 😭
y/n_l/n he had no right tbh
your_bff he has ALL rights
y/n_l/n fairs 😞
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your_bff i give up with you 😭
y/n_l/n i truly apologise
your_bff anyways 😭 gorgeous 😭 girl 😭
y/n_l/n ty babe xx 😭😭😭
user1 so cryptic, yet so OBVIOUS
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user1 SHE DID 100000000000%
user3 she is feeling it fr 😭
user4 i'm so sure she's streaming blue like her life depends on it
y/n_l/n caught lol
user4 NSLDNLAKFA
user5 not an ounce of shame 💀
user6 may i not get the lack of self control y/n has, amen 🙏
user7 at least she has good taste
your_bff I GIVE UP.
user8 if me being delulu is correct, and the caption is about the first song on the album, 'azure', at 2:28..............................
user9 NUH UH
user10 at this point, she's all the coloured flags but green, confusing as hell 😭
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and even when we’re wrong in every way, we come out the other side okay (part 2.1)
Summary: in which lieutenant commander bradshaw is getting honored with an award and behaved like an absolute idiot when he didn’t initially ask his girlfriend to be his date even though she’s the best goddamn thing to ever happen to him
OR you take on the pacific fleet’s awards gala
Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader 9.8k
Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content (p in v, vaginal fingering and slight dom/sub and praise and rank kink elements), and shower sex and soapy titties
[Part 1] [Part 1.5] [Part 2.1] [Part 2.2]
A/N: this was really fucking long, so i split it up. the final final part will be posted soon! but i just want to thank everyone so so so much for all the absolutely amazing support i’ve gotten on this entire series including my little bradley and smart aleck drabbles and the respective lore about the two of them. i have so many people to thank for reaching out and leaving the absolute sweetest comments and replies and messages, but i’d be remiss if i didn’t call out sol, may, cass, ava, giza, and kylie for all their help and encouragement and listening to me complain via dms these past few weeks! so without further adieu...
and all these situations we go through, we come out the other side brand new
Bradley couldn’t believe it had almost been six months since the two of you had gotten together. Nearly six months of dinner dates, movie nights, cooking at each other’s places, beach trips, hikes (begrudgingly on your part), and even a couple jaunts down to Tijuana just for Caesar salads - all to say nothing about the sex.
“…God, you’re so fucking smart. Keep going, one more time for me…” His voice trailed off, turning into a groan.
You bounced on his cock, balancing one hand on his chest, while brushing your hair out of your face with the other. “…even with inflation slowing, we should expect to see - oh, god, Bradley - in-interest rates will - will still rise - they’ll still rise - I’m so close, bubs.”
“Fuck.” He dug his hands harder into your hips. “You look so good taking my cock like that - now put your hands on those gorgeous tits of yours - just like that -”
“- I don’t think I can last - fuck oh oh oh -” You clumsily grabbed your breasts with one hand and threw your head back.
Bradley stilled and you whined. He could feel you clenching around him. “- Can’t cum until you finish that presentation - don’t want my girl acting all dumb at work tomorrow -”
“- Fuck you - you should’ve - ohhh should’ve paid attention the first time.” He slapped your ass. “Mmmmmm, oh-okay Congress should stabilize - price caps to reduce inflationary pressures - please, bradley - oh god oh oh fuck - pressures through selective price caps -ohhhh god - fuck!”
Sure it was a delicate balance and mix of personalities sometimes, but it worked. Bradley thought it worked. Seemed like it did. His life with you was entirely separate from his life with the Navy. And he liked that.
He liked that he could come home from a really long or hard day at work and you would both just talk about your days in the simplest terms and work through your shit together while eating dinner and then watching TV. Because work was work, no matter what field you worked in - coworkers were still assholes, your bosses still gave you shit, and deadlines still loomed.
And so, Bradley just kept things separate. He still hung out with his friends, you still hung out with your friends, you both still had your separate apartments (though you had spent far more nights together than apart), and yeah sometimes you’d hang out with each other’s friends, but Bradley hadn’t wanted to bring you back to the Hard Deck.
He hadn’t wanted to relive that night when he was an asshole and Hangman had made you feel less than. And so meet ups were on neutral ground, drinks downtown and even a dinner party at his place once.
But it worked. He thought it worked. Seemed like it did.
Because Bradley knew that you adored him. He knew you loved him, obviously - he was pretty sure he had had a perpetual smile on his face for two days after you had told him, all nervous and sweet and endearing one morning. But more to the point, he knew that you adored him - figurative warts and all.
You had taught him that he was more than his rank or his callsign or his military ID number or - hell - even his last name - he was just Bradley. And for so long he hadn’t been living as Bradley. He’d gone through the motions, sure. But he hadn’t really let himself just be until he had met you.
Even Phoenix, who you had gotten close to, had said something similar to him about you. Much like Bradley, she saw you as an amazing person, while also liking the ability to exist as just Natasha - not Phoenix.
So yeah, maybe he wasn’t giving you enough credit. Instead of confronting it head-on, Bradley tried to remove anything that would remind you of his other life in the Navy and in doing so probably wasn’t being fair to you - or to himself. And he knew he would have to confront it sometime (maybe, eventually, like when you got married or something - maybe), but he didn’t think it would happen so soon.
“What’s this?”
You slipped the thick card stock invitation off Bradley’s fridge, a teasing smile on your face. He had forgotten it was there - but he hadn’t forgotten that he hadn’t told you about it. The smile on your face spread further as you read on and he tried not to shift on his feet.
You glanced up at him. “Bradley, this is next weekend?”
“Is it?” He leaned over your shoulder to read the invitation, all while knowing full well when the gala was to be held.
“Yeah, next Saturday.” You kept reading, a crinkle appearing on your forehead. “No way! It says you’re getting an award, too? Bradley, that’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugged and avoided eye contact - fuck, you looked so proud of him. “It didn’t seem - important, I guess?”
“It sounds pretty important…” Your face fell suddenly. “Wait, you - do you not want me to come? Is that why you didn’t mention it?” you whispered.
“No, no, I - I just - I just didn’t know if it was something you’d want to do? Like it’s a Navy thing and I didn’t think you’d want to go -”
“- Oh.” You glanced down and seemed to shrink in on yourself even though Bradley had his arms around your waist. “I mean, my boyfriend’s getting an award, seems like kind of a big deal - but it’s cool. I can - I can always see what the girls are up to that night, maybe see that new-”
Fuck. Shit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to go, he just - shit - he tried to back track, but barely got a chance to get the words out. “- Sweetheart -”
You shook your head and stepped out of his arms, leaving the invitation on the kitchen island. “It’s okay, really. I think I’m - I’m just gonna shower and get ready for bed. I have that early meeting tomorrow morning, so…”
It wasn’t even ten yet, but Bradley didn’t push it. He knew he had fucked up and you deserved to have some space to think things over.
“Oh. Yeah, I’ll just finish cleaning up then?”
You paused to give him a kiss, which was far too brief for his liking, and dashed out of the kitchen. Once he was sure you were gone, he leaned his elbows on the kitchen island and then hung his head in his hands. God, he fucked up. He really fucked up.
In his attempt to not want you to be embarrassed of him, he had irreparably hurt your own feelings. He had made you feel less than. With a groan, he slapped his hands on the granite countertop and finished cleaning up.
The two of you didn’t fight often - was this a fight? He had really just fucked up, you hadn’t done anything. And even when the two of you did fight, it was normally over trivial stuff like not cleaning the stove correctly (which Bradley did not do) or sometimes not telling the other what time either of you would be home or when Bradley had offered to watch Fanboy’s dog for the weekend even though you were terrified of any dog over thirty pounds.
He should’ve just been honest with you from the start - he wanted to invite you, but he didn’t know if you would have been comfortable? Because, to be fair, events like these were sometimes even a little too gung-ho for Bradley and his friends - Hangman notwithstanding, the man loved to work a room like a drunken Kennedy, often saying you gotta network to get work, baby.
Galas and other naval ceremonies were mainly for the old brass who were still into tradition and setting an example and having their wives fawn over them all night. It was all about the spectacle, not the actual service men or women they were honoring. Sure, it was nice to be getting an award for saving Maverick last November during the uranium enrichment plant mission - but that wasn’t why Bradley had done it. That was never why Bradley would do anything.
He did it because it was the right thing.
And right now, as much as it hurt him, it was the right thing to give you some space.
You would both talk about it in the morning with fresh eyes and a good night’s sleep and Bradley would beg for you to forgive him for being so callous and unfeeling, even though his intentions had been good.
Once he finished cleaning up, he made sure the front and back door were locked before turning off all the lights and heading to his room. Figuring you were already in bed, he opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle you, only to find his bed empty. You were still in the shower. He glanced at the old fashioned alarm clock on his nightstand and frowned - you’d been in there for almost thirty minutes.
Bradley crossed the bedroom and opened the bathroom door, only to be greeted by a thick cloud of steam. The shower was still running, though he didn’t hear the telltale signs of you washing your hair or face. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“You okay in there?” he asked, stepping closer to the shower, itself.
Just when he had been about to draw back the curtain, you called out: “Yeah, fine. My uhh - my shoulder just hurts. Wanted to keep it under the hot water for a bit.”
Your shoulder had never bothered you before. If anything, you were more prone to knee pain - a bad lacrosse injury in your youth sometimes flared up if you took too many classes a week on your Peloton. But not your shoulder.
“Okay. Well,” he stuttered, “I’m just gonna brush my teeth…”
God, he sounded like an idiot. Why couldn’t he just go in there and tell you that he wanted you to come? That he wanted to dance with you all night, have you cheer him on as he accepted his award, see you sitting with Maverick and Penny and smiling at Bradley and talking with all his friends?
You took a moment to respond. “Okay, I’ll be out in a few.”
Fuck - did your voice sound thicker than normal? Were you crying? God, he really hoped you weren’t crying. Shit, now he was going to start crying.
Bradley stared longingly at the shower curtain while brushing his teeth. As much as it hurt, he had to give you some space, at least for now. But he couldn’t stop his own insecurities from popping up either; why was he so worried you wouldn’t love this other part of him? Why had he chosen to hide it from you, especially when getting the award actually did mean a lot to him?
He loved you. He loved you so much.
And you loved him. You loved him so much.
With a sigh, Bradley spit the excess toothpaste in the sink, rinsing his mouth and then the porcelain bowl. He completed his basic nighttime skincare routine and then glanced around the bathroom, trying to prolong his time there. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed your pajama shorts and t-shirt neatly folded on top of the toilet tank. Before he even realized what he was doing, he hung them both up on the hooks next to your fluffy white towel, knowing you hated dripping water on the floor when you got out of the shower. He figured it was the least he could do; just something so you knew he was there.
He snuck out of the bathroom a moment later, shutting the door behind him with a click and then mindlessly went through the motions of putting on his pajamas and throwing his dirty clothes in the hamper. By the time he had gotten into bed, the shower had turned off and he sat up, leaning against the pillows, waiting for you.
When you finally came out of the bathroom some twenty minutes later - only after he had turned the light off, mind you - Bradley noticed with a sinking heart, and even in the darkness, that your eyes were puffy, only confirming his suspicion that he had heard you crying in the shower. He felt like the world’s biggest asshole. Just as he had been about to say something - what he didn’t know - you wordlessly crawled into bed beside him and burrowed your face in his chest, wrapping your body around his. Your wet hair tickled his arm and he could smell your shampoo and complementary lotion.
Neither of you said anything, you just laid there, holding each other, listening to the rise and fall of each other’s breathing.
Eventually, you dropped off into a fitful sleep, but Bradley kept you close, idly running his hands through your hair, hoping tomorrow he would get the chance to explain himself.
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“What the fuck did you say to her?”
Bradley turned around to face Phoenix and sighed at the expression on her face. “What did I say to whom and when?”
He was being purposely difficult, but he had been in a mood all morning and lunch was currently the only thing getting him through the day. They were serving grilled cheese on that thick bread Bradley liked so much and tomato soup and he had been looking forward to it after leaving his lunch in the refrigerator at home - that was until Phoenix had ruined it with her interrogation.
You’d left before Bradley had even gotten up - a rarity in and of itself - texting him that you hadn’t liked the outfit you’d brought over for work that day and had to swing by your place to change before your eight thirty meeting with the east coast team. You hadn’t even woken him up for a kiss goodbye.
(However, you had texted him your Wordle score - 2/6. He still couldn’t figure out how you managed that with twang, but he figured that meant all hope wasn’t lost between the two of you.)
“Don’t be an ass. She called me this morning - yeah, she called me - asking me if the event I wanted a date for was the same awards gala you had been invited to or not? Said she wasn’t sure since mine sounded like a date thing and you hadn’t mentioned it. So, now I feel like an asshole because I’ve been talking to her about finding me a date for this thing, only to find out her own boyfriend hadn’t even invited her? The fuck, Bradshaw?”
The pit that had already been forming in Bradley’s stomach all morning only grew as Phoenix kept talking. “It’s not that I didn’t want to ask her, I just didn’t know if she’d want to go…”
Phoenix looked at him like he had seven heads and stole his grilled cheese right off his tray. He grabbed another. “That’s bullshit. That girl adores you, Bradley, of course she would want to go! God, you should’ve fucking heard her on the phone, she sounded so sad and just - small, which is never a word I thought I’d use to describe her but...”
His stomach dropped. Small. You had felt small. Bradley had made you feel small.
“I didn’t want her to - I know she - look, I know she isn’t super keen on the whole Navy thing and I didn’t want her to have to pretend for my sake or put up with shitty comments all night or whatever.”
That one’s got quite a mouth on her.
“I don’t think you’re giving her enough credit.” As always Phoenix was right, repeating what Bradley had told himself last night. “Like I said, she adores you and I know she respects you, why else would she still be with you?”
She adores you and I know she respects you. He knew that stuff too - obviously - but sometimes it was nice to hear it from someone else. That someone else could tell how much you and Bradley meant to each other and loved each other even without seeing some of your most private and intimate moments - whether changing the sheets on Saturday mornings to preparing the next day’s lunch after dinner every night.
Little stuff like that. Stuff that made a relationship - that made a life together.
“...And I shouldn’t even have told you all that because she’s my friend, too. But you have to make this right.”
Phoenix’s words were said with an edge to them that Bradley had only heard once before. And it had been directed towards Hangman of all people.
“We’re uhh - we’re talking tonight - well, we’re supposed to, but I don’t know if she’ll -”
A hand on his shoulder cut him off. “- It’s going to be fine, just be honest with each other.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, yeah,” he rambled. “Just be honest.”
Phoenix nodded, seemingly content with his response. They made their way over to an empty table and started eating.
“Good,” she said through a mouthful of grilled cheese, “because I need to get some shoes for my dress and as much as I love Halo, she’s a DSW girl and I have some civvy to impress, so I need your girl’s help.”
Bradley chuckled. Though it went against protocol, the women had been granted leave of wearing their formal dress uniforms, provided they had the rest of their regalia pinned on a formal sash. When the change in protocol had first been announced while the team was at lunch, Phoenix had let out an uncharacteristic squeal at the news, citing that while you all - well some of you - look handsome in your formal dress uniform, it was definitely designed by a man who hated his female colleagues; so yes, I’m excited to wear a pretty dress for once.
It was sweet. She had been so excited that she had even asked Bradley and Halo for their opinion on her dress last week. He had, of course, thought it was well suited to her, but it had only worsened the pit in his stomach that he hadn’t told you about the gala yet. But maybe, to make up for not going dress shopping with her, you could discuss shoes with Phoenix. Provided you actually still did want to go to the gala with Bradley.
Once he groveled and all.
“I’m sure she’ll text you to make plans - provided she says yes and still wants to come with me,” he couldn’t help but mutter.
Phoenix kicked him under the table and he let out a yelp. “Stop being annoying, your self deprecation is putting me off my lunch -”
“- The same lunch that you stole from me…” She glared at him. “Fine, I will try to keep the self deprecation to a minimum.”
“But the groveling should be at a maximum - hey, have you thought about going down on her until your old man knees crack - oww!”
It was his turn to kick her in the shin. “Oops, sorry…”
Bradley wasn’t old. Well, not that old that he was above subtly flipping Phoenix off for the rest of the day.
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Later that day, Bradley hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he saw your dark grey Q5 pull into his driveway around six-thirty. Over the course of your very brief text conversation after lunch, you had mentioned you’d be stopping by his place after work, but he hadn’t wanted to get his hopes up.
As it was, he had been waiting on his front porch - still in his work khakis - since getting home around five-forty-five. He watched you take a deep breath before turning your car off and then gradually make your way up to the house.
He noticed you didn’t close the final distance to where he was still standing on the front porch. And he also noticed you didn’t have your overnight bag in your hands. His heart dropped - god, he fucked this up so badly.
You gave him a hesitant smile, clasping your hands together at your stomach. You looked pretty in your work clothes. But you always looked pretty.
Bradley cleared his throat. “Hey…”
“Hey…” you said, matching his tone. At least you were both a little nervous.
He said your name and then took the initiative to bridge the distance between the two of you and started down the steps to the front walk. “We should talk -”
“- Me first, please?” You rushed out and Bradley nodded hesitantly.
You took a step towards him. “Look, I’m really sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have made it into such a big deal. Obviously, you had your reasons for not telling me and I shouldn’t have pushed and made you uncomfortable. I don’t know a lot about the Navy, but it seems like being up for an award is a really big deal and I just - I guess I just wanted to be there for you?
“And I don’t - god, I don’t want you to be scared to bring me places or to meet your other friends because you think I’ll say something to embarrass you - so, I will happily support you from the sidelines that night, waiting at home for you with some champagne to celebrate.”
God, you were so wrong? How could you be so wrong? Fuck. You thought he was embarrassed of you? Clearly, you’d given this some thought, he had to have done it before. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Bradley placed his hands on your waist. And tried to catch your eye.
“No, no. God, no. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Listen, I should be the only one apologizing here. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable all night and - I don’t know, have to put up with all the Navy shit and everything? I saw how uncomfortable you were when you picked me up after the Speaker’s visit and I didn’t want you to have to go through that again at the gala. It’s a lot - even for me sometimes - and I guess I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed of me? But I wanted - I want you there with me. And I shouldn’t have taken the choice away from you just because I want to protect you.”
Because you asked questions. Most other people didn’t ask questions. They took the orders, did the job, and came home. There was nothing wrong with asking questions. It was just that other people really didn’t ask them.
They knew that no matter what questions they asked or answers they received, that an order was still an order. So, your questions came off as probing and condescending without that necessarily being your intent. You were curious and critical when need be, sure. But Bradley would never classify you as condescending. Ever.
You nodded and then tipped your head up to look at him, the beginning of a smile on your face, though you still seemed a little reserved.
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have…” He squeezed his hands around your hips. “But I was really - god, Bradley, you really hurt my feelings.
“I thought you were embarrassed of me or something? Like you didn’t want everyone to know your girlfriend is a stone cold pacifist or a bitch or - no, let me finish. And that really hurt because I love you - so much - and if something’s important to you, I want you to tell me and let me share it with you, no matter what.”
“Sweetheart - I was embarrassed, but not of you. I didn’t want you to have to - I don’t know, fake it through the entire thing and pretend like you’re -”
“- Bradley,” you said sternly, “I would never pretend to be excited for you.”
He sighed. “I know - I mean, I should’ve known that, but I guess I was just feeling insecure and took it out on you. It’s just - I like that with you, I don’t have to be all this,” he gestured down at his khakis, “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw stuff and I can just be Bradley - which I know sounds dumb -”
“- It does not sound dumb, okay? You’re totally valid for what you’re feeling, just the same as I am, alright?”
His cheeks flushed, knowing you were right. “Yeah, I guess this award and all this top one-percent bullshit they throw at us just makes me feel like I’m someone I’m not sometimes? And with you I just feel like me?”
You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “And that’s what I love about you, that you’re unabashedly yourself with me - weird stove cleaning routine and all. You’re my Bradley.”
He smiled and pulled you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his stomach in response, squeezing him tight. “And I love you and I want you to share all parts of yourself with me, alright? I’m a big girl, I can handle it - even though sometimes I still think you should just be an astronaut,” your voice came out slightly muffled against his chest.
“I love you, too.” You pulled back and he gave you a kiss on the forehead. “So,” he said your first and last name, “will you go to this slightly pretentious Navy gala with me and whisper snarky comments in my ear all night and dance with me until our feet hurt?”
You giggled, the action lighting up your entire face. “Yes, of course I will, Bradley.” He threw his arm around your shoulders and the two of you started making your way up the front steps, finally ending the free show Bradley had been giving his neighbors for the last few minutes.
“Wait,” he said suddenly, “you didn’t bring a bag with you - do you still wanna…” He tried not to let the hurt show on his face.
You tucked your hair behind your ears. “Oh, err - I actually just left it in the car…didn’t want to seem too eager if you didn’t actually want me to stay over…”
The two of you didn’t spend too many nights apart - baring when the other was traveling for work, but Bradley hadn’t even considered not wanting you to stay over that night - fight or no fight. In response, he wordlessly held out his hand and wiggled his fingers. A smile crept across your face and you got your car keys out of your dress pocket for him.
“Silly girl,” was all Bradley said before he unlocked your car and got your leather overnight bag and work tote out of the passenger seat.
With his other arm thrown over your shoulder, the two of you made your way into the house. He handed you your tote before putting your overnight bag in his bedroom. When he was just outside the kitchen, he saw you leaning against the doorframe in the hallway waiting for him.
“You know, I do think you’ll look handsome in your uniform…”
Bradley smirked. He had only worn his dress blues around you once before, to say nothing about his formal dress blues. “That so…”
You shrugged, clearly trying to come off as nonchalant. “Even though some may consider it a symbol of imperialism.”
“And there’s my girl.” You ducked your head.
The two of you made your way to the kitchen and you let out a gasp once you saw what was on the island.
“You got me flowers?” You sounded pleasantly surprised, which brought a smile to his face. You fingered the petals. “You didn’t have to…”
Normally, Bradley got you flowers just because. Just because he got out of work early that day or just because you looked particularly pretty the day before or just because you had made him laugh. Which is all to say, he got you flowers quite frequently. And he always kept track of when to get the next ones by slipping one stem out of the bouquet and keeping it in his office on base; if the flower in his office died, then it was time to get you some new ones.
But the flowers sitting on his kitchen island - a gorgeous arrangement of white tulips and pink peonies - were most definitely apology flowers. Because Bradley had been an asshole and had made you cry and doubt him and feel less than. And he had made a promise to you after your first date that he would try his damn hardest to never make you feel less than ever again.
And while he knew flowers wouldn’t solve everything, they would surely bring a smile to your face and that was a pretty good start. The flowers had been why he couldn’t shower between training and his afternoon class - he had to dash out to get them.
“I might bring them to my office, that way I can stare at them all day.”
He walked over towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re not gonna leave ‘em here? Kinda like how they look on my counter…”
“Hmmm, but this way I can think of you while I’m at work - oh, god no. Nevermind, that was corny as shit,” you finished with a grimace that had the two of you laughing.
“You know, I never told you why I’m getting an award - or why I’m part of the group getting an award…”
You tensed beside him and he turned to face you. “So help me god, Bradley, if you’re getting an award for killing someone or endangering civilians in the name of god and country -”
“- Nah, that’s one of the other guys,” he teased and you leaned your forehead against his chest, letting out a groan. He was only slightly joking.
You leaned back to look him in the eye. “Well, what’s it for then?”
“You know that mission I originally got called back here for last November and how Mav and I made up?” You nodded, remembering the couple times Bradley had mentioned it. “Well, it was kind of a big deal -”
“- So you’ve told me…”
He probably shouldn’t have - classified information and all - but you had been impressed with him and it was the one time you had really leaned into the whole Navy thing - at least sexually. My hero, you kept calling him in an only slightly condescending manner while Bradley took you from behind.
“Well, I don’t think I told you the part where I may have gotten shot down after saving Mav and we had to steal a plane...”
“Wha-what?! Shot down? Like out of the sky? And you - you just said you guys got picked up by search and rescue after there was an issue with your planes?”
Bradley shrugged. He had told you stuff about work, like why he sometimes woke up with nightmares - you never pushed for him to tell you any details, though you always asked if he wanted to talk about it - and that he’d had a couple bad scrapes over the years. But he never told you too much about the uranium enrichment plant mission.
It was six months before the two of you had even started dating, so Bradley never thought to bring it up. And he knew that if he ever wanted to open up and tell you about it or any other past deployments then you’d listen and be a good sounding board. But he didn’t want to sound like a whiner - or worse, that he was bragging.
Bradley hadn’t gone back for Mav because he wanted the praise or an award or anything like that. He had done it because he loved him - plain and simple. He loved his godfather and couldn’t bear the thought that he had sacrificed his life for Bradley just as they were getting towards an understanding again. Because though he had originally said otherwise, there would be someone to mourn Maverick if he burned in - Bradley.
The fact that Bradley had been projecting when he had originally said that to Mav was something he had only brought up with his therapist - and it would remain that way.
Because Maverick was the one who played catch with Bradley on the weekends and taught him how to drive and brought him up in a plane for the first time and told him how to talk to girls and that Bradley was good - that he was a good person and someone his dad would be proud of and respect not only as his son, but as a man, as well.
And that’s why what Maverick did hurt so much. Because Bradley thought Maverick respected him, as well. And to find out he didn’t and that he pulled his papers from the Naval Academy just proved that. Or at least it did. Bradley thought it did - had, he thought it had.
“Mav got between my plane and a SAM and got shot down and I wanted to go after him - it was like, I’d just gotten him back after eighteen years, I wasn’t going to lose him again - and I went against orders to go back and get him - which kinda makes this whole award thing a bit of a surprise - and then I got hit and we had to make our own way back to the carrier. So, yeah - Mav and I are getting an award for it. Bagman, too, actually.”
He kept the details of Hangman’s heroics out of it. Bradley had been content to let bygones be bygones about their whole rivalry thing and the two were amicable for awhile, but then Jake had insulted you, so they were back to being polite enemies. Plus, Jake had been on special assignment in Japan and Bradley hadn’t seen him in about five months.
“How could you think I wouldn’t be proud of you for that? Bradley, that’s - that’s fucking wild and a really amazing thing and we should definitely celebrate that? What the hell?” You lightly shoved his shoulder. He didn’t budge. “I’m kinda mad at you again, actually.”
“Oh, yeah?”
You nodded, trying to look serious. “Thought we were going to be more open with each other about stuff like that?”
“We literally just made the promise!” You shot him a teasing glare. “Fine, next time I save my godfather from enemy fire you’ll be one of the first to know.”
“That’s all I ask, bubs.”
He gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “Back to bubs, am I?”
“You’re always my bubs.”
The nickname had first slipped out when you had been dating for two months. It had snuck up on the both of you, like you hadn’t even realized what you were saying the first time: hey, bubs, can you get me my phone? Bradley instantly melted.
Bubs.
It was so simple and stupid and probably didn’t even stand for anything, but he loved it. Loved hearing it fall from your lips, whether as you teased or taunted him or as you mumbled it against his skin in bed at night.
Bubs.
“You hungry? I have plenty of food in the fridge or we could get take out? Your call?”
You tapped your index finger against your chin. “Hmmmm, let’s do take out? Pad thai?”
He pretended to consider this while he kneaded his thumbs into your hips. “I could do pad thai…”
“You could also do with a shower, flyboy.” You kissed him, across his cheeks, on his nose, and up and down his jaw before settling on his lips. “You smell like your fancy cologne, but also like,” you leaned in to smell his shirt and scrunched your nose once you pulled back, “burnt rubber.”
Bradley made a similar face and pinched your hip causing you to giggle. “I flew this morning for a bit, but had a class this afternoon - hence all this…”
In response, you rolled your eyes and pushed him away slightly, going over to the other side of the island and getting out your phone. Bradley didn’t wear his khakis too often, but it wasn’t quite a practical class and therefore required more than his flight suit.
“Well, I’m gonna order,” you tapped on your phone, “and it should be here by the time you get out of the shower.”
“Awww, you’re gonna pay for me?” He laid a hand on his chest.
You didn’t even look up. “Don’t read too much into it - I mean, if either of us should be paying, it should be you…”
“But sweetheart,” he leaned his elbows on the island and gave you a hammy smile, “you’re my sugar mo -”
In return, you shot him an unimpressed look. “- So help me god, if you finish that sentence, you’re not getting crab rangoon or sex tonight - you really shouldn’t get either, but you did get me flowers and were very sweet when you apologized - so don’t ruin it by saying…that.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll be quick.” He winked.
“Aren’t you always….”
Bradley chose to ignore you, knowing he’d get you back later and made his way to his bedroom. He never was quick for the record. If anything you were the quick one - always babbling incoherently as you took his cock or fingers, desperate to cum from the slightest touch.
He strode across his bedroom to the bathroom where he turned on the shower to let it heat up, preferring it to be nice and toasty when he hopped in. Then he went back out to the bedroom and stripped out of his clothes, neatly placing them in the hamper. By the time he finished and walked back into the bathroom naked, the shower was the perfect temperature.
He stood underneath the spray for a few moments, letting the hot water wash over him and soothe his tense shoulder muscles. This week’s training had been absolute murder on his body - he’d gotten shot down twice earlier in the day and unfortunately Payback was still into that stupid pushup bet, even nearly a year later, and they’d pulled almost 10 G’s.
Bradley rubbed his hands over his face and let out a groan. Fuck, he was getting old. While not nothing exactly, four hundred pushups normally wouldn’t have had this much of an effect on him, but fuck - he was sore.
And then, even over the stream of the water, Bradley could hear the bathroom door open. He turned his head, waiting for you to call out to him, to say that you were just washing your hands or had to pee or were getting some lotion. But you didn’t say anything.
He stood there under the showerhead, under the steam waiting for what felt like eternity. And then - and then there was the rustle of clothing, and he heard that gorgeous, ruffly, flirty dress of yours fall to the floor and saw you pull back the curtain. Through the slight gap you looked up at him, eyes wide, as if scared he would turn you away.
“Can I come in with you?”
Without a word, he held his hand out for you, helping you step over the lip of the tub to stand in the shower beside him. For a while, the two of you just stood there, taking the other in as your hair got wet underneath the spray.
“Here,” you reached over his shoulder to get his bottle of shampoo off the caddy, “let me.”
Bradley watched you flip the cap off and squirt some shampoo into your hands. You jutted your chin in his direction, which he took as his queue to lean over slightly so you could reach.
“Your hair’s gotten lighter in the sun,” you said mildly, before lathering some shampoo through it. Your fingers kneaded at his scalp and he let out a sigh.
The two of you didn’t do this too often. Sure, Bradley would normally sneak up on you in the shower as you were finishing up or you’d both clean the other off after having sex every now and then. But this was different. This was intimate and tender and raw.
He could feel you styling his hair into some sort of half-assed mohawk. “Do I want to know how ridiculous I look?” You giggled. “Think I’ll take that as a no. Just wait till I get my hands on you, missy.”
“I wish you’d get your hands on me. This is about the least sexy shower I’ve ever taken…”
“Then tell me what you want?”
You bit your lip and then glanced down at the rest of his body as he did the same. God, you were so gorgeous and pretty and soft and wet. So fucking wet.
You cupped his cheek, gliding your thumb over the scar he hated so much, and then leaned forward to kiss it briefly. Without wasting another moment, Bradley groaned your name against your ear, before chasing a droplet of water down your neck with his lips. He wanted to follow it all the way down your chest, over your breasts, across your stomach, down to your cunt that he knew was wet from reasons beyond the shower you were currently sharing, but instead you tipped his chin up to capture his lips in a kiss.
All too soon, you pulled back and grabbed the showerhead to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. “Hmmmm - first, we gotta get you clean, sick of you smelling like planes…”
Bradley tilted his head back as you worked. “No, I’ll just smell like that fancy shampoo and soap you forced me to buy.”
“I did not force you, I only said I would not shower at your place if these were my only -”
“- But you knew the prospect of limited sex at my house would make me cave, hence you forced my hand to buy this thirty dollar shampoo and the conditioner.”
The annoying part was that it smelled really good and Bradley’s hair had never felt softer or healthier, but he’d be damned if he told you that. Bob and Fanboy had even made fun of him for it once.
You raked your fingers through his now sud free hair. “Well, it still beats the Head and Shoulders crap you used to buy.” You hung the showerhead back up and then got the loofah off the hook before lathering it up with the bougie soap that Bradley had also bought last week and started cleaning him.
Bradley reckoned he really loved you if he was spending this much on shower products - probably too much to be honest. But his thoughts strayed to the way your hands were roaming over seemingly every part of his body that he forgot all about overpriced bar soap. You looked so focused as you worked, your tongue peeking out from between your lips. Your breasts dangled free as you crouched in front of him, causing his already half hard cock to rise fully. He needed to touch you - now.
“Here, my turn…”
He took the loofah from your hands and briefly rinsed it and himself off before putting more soap on it. The showerhead went back up in the bracket. He started first with your shoulders and back, watching the suds drip lower as they got to your ass, making for the prettiest sight. Next, he worked his way up and down your arms, placing the occasional butterfly kiss, before lathering them up. Then came the legs - placed one at a time on the lip of the tub so he could get from the apex of your thighs all the way down to your ankles.
“Bradley…” you kept sighing his name throughout.
But then - then came his favorite part. Or parts, really.
“Turn around,” he said gruffly.
You complied, wordlessly, putting your back against his front. You sighed against him and he pulled you even closer. Slowly, he rubbed the loofah across your breasts, caking them in soap suds and watching as your nipples hardened with each pass.
“Such a pretty girl.”
Your back arched, jutting your breasts out to attention, as the remnants of the soap Bradley had just lathered across them slid down your body.
God, he loved soapy tits. Next time he was on a deployment, he was just going to ask you to send him pictures of your breasts lathered in soap suds. Soft and pretty and wet. One arm underneath them pushing them up slightly.
Fuck, he could get lost just staring at them. The soap made them look even bigger than normal, if that was possible - and all he wanted to do was play with them. While his hands were large, your tits were still too big for him to grasp one handed, but he tried to make do while his other hand laid firmly against your stomach, pressing your body against his. You wiggled your ass against his cock, forcing a moan out of you both.
Bradley was getting sick of it - of you teasing him. With your soapy tits and soft skin and pretty fucking smile. He wanted to tease you, make you be at his mercy. Put the proverbial shoe on the other foot, if you will. Slowly, he slowly slid his hand down your stomach, closer and closer to your cunt. You let out a whine when he stopped his fingers just before they got to his intended target - he had an idea.
Instead, he reached up and grabbed the showerhead with his right hand, taking it off the bracket and bringing it over towards the two for you. He started first rinsing off your shoulders, then your arms, breasts, and stomach. Until finally, he turned down the water temperature and placed the showerhead where his fingers were teasing you moments ago. Your body practically jumped at the sudden sensation.
“Bradley…” you sighed, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “Wha -”
“- Shhhh, s’alright.” He started you off slow, at a lighter speed, just enough to rile you up and keep you wanting more. Once he got comfortable with maneuvering the showerhead, coupled with holding you against him, he really started to have some fun. First, he propped one of your legs back up on the lip of the tub. Then, he kept moving the showerhead to different lengths away from you, watching to see how you reacted each time. And by the blissed out expression on your face, he could tell he had you right where he wanted you.
“Bradley,” you sighed prettily, “Please…”
He clicked his tongue. “Please what?”
“Plea-please, oh god…” You let out a moan when he changed the setting. “I - can you - I want -”
You couldn’t even get your words out as Bradley spread your pussy lips wider, the jets of water hitting all the right places. You moaned his name. Every time he pulled the shower head away for even a moment, you chased it back with your hips. Again and again and again he repeated the action until you were whimpering in his arms.
Bradley loved hearing you babble. He loved when you talked smart to him and sassed him. But he really liked when you babbled incoherently. Because to have you - the smartest, wittiest, most capable girl he knew - be unable to form any words because you were so lost in him was the hottest thing in the world.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“Wanna cum, please. S’close.” You were squirming against him, so desperate to find your release.
“You gonna be my good girl?”
You whined, but managed to nod and just barely reply: “Always - good - ohhh.”
Bradley hummed. “But good girls don’t cum from a showerhead playing with their clit, now do they…”
This time a cry escaped your lips. All he’d have to do was say a few more words, angle the jet just right and you’d crumpled in his arms. So warm, so tight, so wet. He slid a finger, then another inside you and you squealed.
“Thought you were gonna be my good girl -”
“- Ple - promise I - ahhh.” He crooked his fingers inside you, cutting off whatever you had been about to say.
“Hmmm,” he nipped at your neck, “too bad you’re acting like such a little slut, clenching around my fingers so hard, don’t know if you deserve to come…”
To further vex you, he turned up the pressure one final time with his thumb - he was oddly impressed with himself for doing it one handed, but the vice grip you had his fingers in made him loathe to remove them, even if it would make you beg for them back. Once the new speed of the jet hit your clit, you cried out and keened.
“Bra - Bra - bubs, please, please,” you babbled, not stopping until his teeth dug into your neck. You always complained about him leaving marks, but tonight he was allowed. “Wanna - ple - plea - oh, oh, oh…”
He changed the angle on the shower head one final time and you came with a cry. It was hard to tell if you were louder than normal or if it was due to the echo from the shower, itself. Your body buckled against his, like your legs had given out.
“Shh, shhh, good girl, that’s my good girl,” Bradley muttered, this time pressing butterfly kisses to your neck and shoulder. “Such a good girl for me.”
Slowly, and with a whimper from you, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, before he rinsed them and you off with the shower head. You could hardly take it, still overstimulated and working through the end of your orgasm.
As you were still a little unsteady on your feet, Bradley carefully turned you around to face him, and the two of you got used to being under the stream of the water again. He tipped up your chin just slightly and captured your lips in a kiss.
“You good, sweetheart?”
You nodded, still a little dazed after your orgasm. Bradley always found it endearing that you always got a little sleepy after you had an orgasm or two. Well, maybe not endearing - he took it as an ego boost even though it was a bit primal of him - but it was always good to know how well he took care of you.
“No one’s ever made me come from a showerhead before - at least not like that…”
“Who else has done that?” He couldn’t help the little flare of possessiveness that spread through him.
You tucked your wet hair behind your ears and focused on the scar on Bradley’s neck. “Me - in high school and college before I got my first vibrator…”
Bradley exaggerated a gasp. “You dirty girl. You think you know a person and then you find out she’d been fucking herself on a showerhead after studying for AP Euro every night...”
“Guys have it easier, all you need is your hand - or a sock.” To convey your point, you grasped his aching cock with your left hand. “Want me to take care of that for you?”
He pretended to consider this, but knew he was about a minute from spending himself on you. “Can I cum on your tits?”
You bit your lip in thought before you nodded. “You can even fuck them as long as you clean them off when you’re done, but I don’t know if that’s more of a reward for me or for you, lieutenant…”
Bradley groaned. Fucking your soapy tits? Jesus Christ. He really didn’t deserve you. Even such - “You know it’s lieutenant commander…”
You started stroking his cock, your hands already plenty wet and lubricated from the shower. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as nicely.”
Fucking brat.
“On your knees, sweetheart.”
By the time you two had finished, the water had run cold and your Postmates had sat on Bradley’s front porch for forty five minutes.
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Both exhausted from long weeks at work, the two of you spent the weekend together hanging out at your place, watching movies, cooking dinner, and swimming in your building’s skyline pool. While Bradley did love how homey his place was, he couldn’t help but be a little envious of the amenities in your high rise.
It was nice to just have time together - especially after such an emotionally and physically exhausting week - and to go to bed early and wake up late, wrapped in each other’s arms, and plan out the day.
Because there was something so inherently satisfying in the domesticity of running errands with someone and combining your routine with theirs. After swimming and reading in the sun on Saturday, you both spent that evening finishing the HBO show you had been binging. You shared a cart at Whole Foods, knowing you’d both eat all the food inside of it together anyways. Bradley picked out snacks he’d want at your apartment and you picked out the ones you’d want at his. You got fresh strawberries at the farmer’s market in Little Italy for him to make strawberry shortcake for dessert Sunday night.
It was nice. It was easy.
But whenever you weren’t focused on each other, you had either your phone or iPad out - sometimes both - looking at dresses. It seemed like you had a ready arsenal of websites at your disposal - department stores, e-commerce sites, everything. Yet, by Sunday afternoon, you still hadn’t found a dress to your liking. You were sitting at the kitchen island watching Bradley make dinner and he was now progressing along to prepping dessert.
“Don’t women rent dresses for stuff like this? Like that’s a thing, isn’t it?”
“Like Rent the Runway?” That sounded right and he shrugged. “I’m not going to wear a rented dress!”
Bradley chuckled at your response. “My apologies for suggesting something so egregious.”
You propped your chin up in your palm. “I bet you $10 I’ll be able to pick out five of them at the gala.”
“Sweetheart, you’re looking at,” he glanced over at your screen, seeing the shoes you were thinking of buying, “eleven hundred dollar shoes, I think you can afford to bet more than $10.”
“I’m gonna wear them again!” He held his hands up in surrender. “I don’t know - I just want to look nice. I know it’s important and I haven’t really met a lot of these people before and I want them to like me,” you said, sounding increasingly shy. Your fingers idly swiped across the screen of your iPad and you refused to meet his eye.
Bradley put down the paring knife and wiped his strawberry stained hands on his apron. He said your name and you glanced up at him a moment later.
“Everyone’s going to love you, alright? Nat and Mav already do and I know the rest of the team will feel the same way - hell, you already met most of them before and that wasn’t so bad, right?”
“No,” you admitted.
Granted, it hadn’t been flawless per se, but drinks and the dinner party you’d both thrown had gone relatively well, baring the incident with Harvard. Luckily, Bradley hadn’t seen him since then - he’d been on the same assignment as Hangman.
Bradley walked over to the other side of the island and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You leaned back against him and peered up at him.
“And if for some ridiculous reason they don’t like you - which they won’t - fuck ‘em. You’re my girlfriend and I want you there beside me, alright?”
“Okay…”
He started rocking you back and forth in his arms. God, how could you not see that you were all he wanted? That you were perfect for him?
“You’re going to look beautiful in whatever dress you decide on and whatever stupidly expensive shoes you wear - that I’m sure will make Nat unfathomably jealous - and you’re going to be wonderful.” You giggled. “See, it’s gonna be fine - and if you want to leave at any time, just say the word and we’re out of there.”
You twisted around to face him. “I’m not gonna make you leave early…”
“Sweetheart, like ninety percent of this event is going to be networking, which you know I hate more than you do, it won’t be that great of a loss.”
“True,” you considered this, “but you said there’s dancing and stuff?”
“Yeah, after dinner.”
“Then we’ll just do that,” you said simply. “I’ve never danced with you before anyway.”
He exaggerated a gasp and you smiled. “Do our kitchen dance parties mean nothing to you?”
“You know what I mean.” You got up from the stool and stood in front of him, putting your hands on his chest. “Like in front of other people, all formal and stuff?”
“And stuff?” You glared at him. “Well, since you wanna dance all formal and stuff, maybe we should practice?”
Without waiting for a response, Bradley went back over to the other side of the island and swiped through his phone until he pulled up the song he was looking for on Spotify. The ELO song from the speaker abruptly cut out and transitioned into Begin the Beguine.
Your nose scrunched in thought as you tried to place the song, but you still took Bradley’s hand when he offered it to you.
“Ella Fitzgerald, good choice.” He spun you out and got a giggle from you. “You’re too smooth, lieutenant.”
Once the chorus hit, he dipped you for good measure and - god - the smile on your face made him feel about ten feet tall. The two of you eventually settled down from your more ambitious dance moves to just swaying in each other’s arms. You looked up at him suddenly.
“I love you, you know?”
Bradley never got tired of hearing you say that. I love you. He’d heard it and said it before, but it never had carried as much weight as when he had heard it from you for the first time. I love you.
And Bradley knew that you were going to be the only person he ever said it to again.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
He bent down to kiss you, pulling your body as close to his as possible. You whined in protest when he eventually pulled away and he chuckled.
“Don’t you want dinner?” As if on queue, the chicken pot pie Bradley had cooking in the oven let out a hiss as the filling hit the broil element. “Don’t want another shrimp risotto incident…”
“That was not my fault - okay, maybe it wasn’t all my fault…”
Bradley pressed a kiss to your forehead and begrudgingly let go of you. “Well, I gotta check this before your apartment almost burns down - again. Be a real pity if you had to stay at my place from now on…”
“Oh god, the horror! I’d be stuck with you all the time!”
You said it jokingly, but Bradley could tell you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea.
Neither was he.
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A/N: oh damn oh damn they’re so fucking cuuuuuute ahhh anyway full gala events - including some fun lil angsty moments - ft. mr jake seresin and a special guest 🫣 - and of course more smut (and dancing so much dancing) - coming soon in part 2.2 🥰
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THEY FLIPPED HIS SPRITE??????
THEY FUCKING WHAT????????????????
H E L L O ?
GIRL THE WAY THIS NEW POSE IS KILLING ME????????????
HELLO HELLO OHHHH MY GOD
Also ALSO THE LIVE 2D ???? THE SILVER EYESHADOW IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS ON HIM OHHHHH MY GOD IM IN SHAMBLESSSSSSSSSSSS
also thank you for being nice to me zuzu 😭😭
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ynfan1 gorgeous doll
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ynfan2 is that harry??
harryfan1 that’s NOT my man
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ynfan2 omfg they’re both in chicago and she’s wearing his brand and hanging with his manager i’m starting to believe the rumors that they’re back together
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harryfan1 they’re soooo back together
ynfan2 she can attend one of his shows and that doesn’t mean they’re back together
harryfan2 harry wrote little freak about her for a reason
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harryfan1 LOVED THE OUTFIT
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harryfan1 HELL WHAT DOES HE EVEN MEAN
ynfan1 he’s so strange
harryfan2 yn, anne and gemma were together the entire show
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PLEASE if you find the time could you do perv!adam warlock x reader i would literally go feral also i love your work you’re amazing<333
oFCOURSE, i'm happy to know you like my fics! 🥹 i also received these other 2 requests about perv!adam so yeah. i am making short headcanons, hope you enjoy it! under the cut for you... 😼
if you'd like me to write a long fic just lmk, and i'll see if i can do it 🤓
pairing: adam warlock x fem!reader.
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warnings! corruption kink, fantasies, rough sex, overstimulation, dumbification, manhandling, slut shaming.
adam now knows a lot about the universe, life and ofc sex.
when he met you, you woke up something inside him.
you were cute, kind and naive but strong and smart and gorgeous. you were the perfect warrior and the perfect addition to the team once rocket asked you to join.
after you were rescued from your long destroyed planet, you absolutely said yes.
and there's where adam saw the chance of his life to approach you.
he got to know you and teach you the things he learned.
and you were so excited and happy adam was there.
but as time went by, he couldn't stop thinking about you.
he couldn't stop thinking about your laugh, your pretty lips, your beautiful face, and your body, all of him just wanted to ravage your perfect, tiny, silly being and make you his and only his.
his dirty thoughts started to become usual little by little.
you'd be preparing some breakfast in the ship in the middle of a mission, wearing your comfy clothes, shorts and a tank top on and adam's mind would go wild, yearning for you. he would restrain himself to grab your arms and force you on your stomach on the counter, rip your shorts and panties and just fuck you right there, while he whispers how much of a dumb slut you are for him.
or when you're having the ice scream or popsicles quill taught you to prepare while he was visiting knowhere before going back to earth. his dick twitches at the way you lick and your tongue rolls around the flavored ice, wishing your mouth could take his cock as good as that.
but of course you're none of what he thinks and fantasies about. you're just too innocent to give into him and to let yourself go for carnal pleasure, right?
until one night, you're up because of the same reason as adam: you cannot sleep.
he talks to you and he feels something different coming from you. you're nervous, more than ever and he senses that.
"you don't have any idea of what you do to me, do you?"
only one question was enough for you to let him in your bed.
you become addicted to his touch and his roughness.
the first night he made you cum at least four times and ohhhh, once you began this, it never stopped.
he loves your hands all over his golden skin, when you caress his hair and pull him for a kiss, but he is always a step ahead, pinning you down to the mattress - or any surface in the room - to fuck you hard and rough, for you to experience the longest orgasms you ever had, all that while he whispers the dirtiest shit in your ear.
"this is what you do to me, you dumb fucking slut," adam continues to pound into you, your walls pulsing and squeezing his cock after another breathtaking orgasm he gave you. "i wish i fucked you earlier."
each time, he leaves you exhausted and aching for more.
nobody knows the new cute, little naive girl is being fucked by the most powerful man in the galaxy.
you're so cockdrunk and such a slut for him, he points it out each time he's fucking you and you certainly love it.
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CHANELLE MOON x FEM!READER
Prompt: She’s out with the girls at a bar but she can’t keep her eyes off you and is encouraged to make a move
Warnings/Notes: bartender reader, not all contestants are mentioned in this story
A/N: I never thought I’d write for R U Next but here I am T^T couldn’t help it when I laid eyes on Chanelle and Jiwoo. Also, I decided to include the eliminated contestants because I love Moa and Funa :<
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“I needed this” Yunah sighed with content as her and the other girls managed to find a table in the bar.
“I’m glad we’re all here” Jiwoo said that earned a laugh from the others.
“I’m more surprised Minju’s here. Aren’t you parents strict or something” Moa commented, leaning her elbows on the table.
“They were but I managed to convince them” Minju smirked.
Everyone looked at her with confusion.
“What did you say?” Yunah asked and took a menu from the centre of the table.
“That Funa was being deported back to Japan-“
“WHAT?!” The entire table screamed, a mixture of disbelief and laughter.
“They’re gonna think I’m some trouble maker or something!” Funa dramatically cried into her palms.
“Are you hearing this, Chanelle?….Chanelle?” Jiwoo poked the called girl’s shoulder.
The half American jumped and returned her eyes to the other girls in panic. “Sorry, what did you guys say?”
Yunah squinted before looking behind to where Chantelle’s eyes were at first. That’s when she saw you, a young bartender that held a pretty smile when serving the many customers at the counter. You had beautiful long hair and great fashion sense.
Yunah looked back at Chanelle with a goofy smirk. “You creep”
Chanelle’s eyes widened. “I am not!”
“What’s happening?” Jiwoo asked, trying to look at what Yunah saw.
“Our adorable Chanelle here… has a cwushie wushie on the pretty bartender” Yunah nodded her head to where you were.
“Ohhhh~ She’s so pretty Unnie~” Minju wiggled her brows and the others added onto the teasing.
“You should ask for her name” Moa winked.
“Or even better, her number” Jiwoo made kissy faces.
“Stop, please” Chanelle groaned and laid her head down on the table.
“Hey, why don’t you go order us some drinks and food?” Moa suggested while snatching the menu for Yunah and slapping it onto Chanelle’s head.
The half American sat up and held the menu tightly. “Do you even know what you want to order?”
“Just to start light, can you get all of us the Sunrise cocktail?” Jiwoo asked, pointing at the night’s specials.
“Oh and a bowl of chips to share!” Minju excitedly put her hand up.
“And a cheeseburger for me!” Moa had to add, earning a look from Chanelle.
“Well can one of you come with me to help grab the drinks? I only have two hands” Chanelle said but the girls shook their heads.
“Nah we’re good. Plus, you get to go back and forth to see the pretty bartender!” Jiwoo giggled, only for Chanelle to roll her eyes.
“Fine whatever. Y’all better pay me back! Drinks are expensive”
“Yeah yeah. Now go!” Yunah flicked her wrist as Chanelle walked off.
“Are we gonna ignore that I have to pretend to be deported?!” Funa yelled.
“Hi there, what can I get for you?” You smiled when Chanelle approached you at the counter.
Her breath hitched, realising you were even more beautiful up close. “H-Hi, um…shit I forgot what they wanted” Chanelle hissed and started skimming through the menu again.
She was surprised (and proud) to hear you give a small laugh. “No rush, gorgeous”
GORGEOUS?! Chanelle needed to remind herself that it’s bartender language and she shouldn’t let her delusions get the best of her.
“I’m sorry, I forgot what my friends ordered. What would you recommend?”
You smiled at her worried face. “We thinking of something strong? Or like a cocktail?”
“Cocktail please, I can’t be bothered dealing with 5 drunk girls tonight” Chanelle placed the menu down and sighed.
“Let me whip you up my secret drink then” You winked, almost sending Chanelle into cardiac arrest.
“Don’t poison them please, I don’t have many friends”
And for the first time that night, you warm heartedly laughed, holding your stomach from how funny this tall girl was. “I didn’t mean to laugh so hard, I’m sorry. You’re just so cute!”
Chanelle looked away to hide her blush, unfortunately making eye contact with her table who started making kissing noises. The half American sent them a middle finger before turning back to you.
“How many drinks did you want?”
“5 of your special drink please. I’ll just have a lemonade” Chanelle leaned onto the counter.
“You’re not a drinker?” You asked while setting up the glasses and ingredients.
“I do drink but not for tonight. I’ll get ahead of myself”
You nodded and started bopping your head to the bar’s music, creating an awkward silence between you and the taller girl. That’s when Chanelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’re very pretty. What’s your name?”
Chanelle didn’t miss the way the tip of your ears went red and how you started giggling timidly. “Thank you. I’m Y/n”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Chanelle”
You tilted your head while mixing the drinks individually. “Your name is pretty. You foreign?”
“Oh yeah, I’m half Korean”
“What’s the other half?”
“Half yours?” Chanelle cringed at herself, making you laugh loud again.
“Smooth Chanelle, very smooth”
“Too much?”
You shook your head and started wiping any spills on the counter. “Not at all. It was perfect”
‘You’re perfect’ Chanelle wanted to say but she already embarrassed herself with the dumb pick up line.
“Alright Miss Chanelle, here are your drinks. $63 please”
You snorted at the way the taller’s eyes almost popped out her sockets. “Jesus, I forget how expensive drinks are” she muttered and pulled out cash, placing it in your hands.
“Thank you. Let me get your change”
“No it’s okay, keep it as a tip. You know, for your 5 star customer service” Chanelle grinned.
“Oh~ Such a smooth talker aren’t you?”
“Good enough to possibly get your socials? Or maybe your number”
Not gonna lie, you wanted to punch Chanelle out the window…out of cuteness aggression. She was undeniably attractive and charming, there was no way you were gonna let this opportunity slide.
“Sure. I’ll give you both” You took the phone from her and gave your details before returning the device.
“You must get a lot of people asking you that, huh?” Chanelle fiddled with her phone.
“I do. But this is the first time I’ve actually given it to someone”
“I’m honoured. I should probably let you go. I don’t want your manager yelling at you” Chanelle scratched the back of her neck while eyeing the 6 glasses.
You took notice of her worry and walked around the counter, now standing directly in front. “I’ll help you”
“Well aren’t you sweet” The taller giggled and took 3 glasses while you took the other 3 and followed her to the table.
“Took you long enough, Chanelle” Yunah sighed before grabbing one of the glasses.
You placed the rest down and quickly brushed your hand across Chanelle’s arm. “See you around, cutie”
Chanelle’s eyes followed you while you walked away, her gaze shamelessly checking out your body. Moa slapped the back of her head.
“You’re no better than a man”
Chanelle shrugged and sipped her lemonade.
“Hey this isn’t the cocktail I asked for” Jiwoo frowned.
“Did you order my chips?” Minju asked with sparkle in her eyes.
“And my cheeseburger?” Moa raised her eyebrows.
The half American gulped. “I forgot, sorry..”
“CHANELLE!”
“ORDER IT YOURSELF THEN!”
“ASK YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”
“I HATE YOU ALL!”
A/N: lemme know if you want more 😔
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Popular girl x Jonathan concept is making me spiral. Like just imagine some Hawkins High girl (more popular than Nancy) absolutely sick with lust for him and going crazy about it! Every time she flirts with him he has no idea she’s flirting so he’s just super confused and sarcastic with her because he feels like she’s talking to him as a joke.
Then finally she gets fed up and corners him in the dark room and sucks him off and ohhh boyy he is flustered 🥵🥵
ohhhh my god
he absolutely wouldn’t catch on and he’d have his defenses raised high, not wanting to be the unfortunate butt of some joke.
but then he starts to get a little confused, because you (miss popular) are talking to him like, any chance you can. you’re lending him a pencil in class when he can’t find his, you’re approaching him at his locker between periods, you’re waving at him in the cafeteria. you’ll compliment his photography, you’ll touch his arm gently — not wanted to cross too many boundaries, but giving him just enough physical affection to hopefully give him the hint.
but yeah, his brain just… refuses to let him believe you’re into him. he shuts that thought down if it does cross his mind.
until you slip into the dark room when you know he’s in there, and he’s surprised to see you because you don’t take photography, and then you’re getting really close to him and he feels like there isn’t enough air in the room and wow, you’re really pretty. like he always acknowledged that you were attractive but you’re gorgeous.
and when you ask him if it’s okay if you can kiss him he feels like he has to be dreaming, like maybe he passed out and this is all a daze. but then you are kissing him and he’s losing it and then one thing leads to another and you’re getting on your knees for him right there in the fucking dark room.
he feels like his face has to be bright red, but thank god you can’t tell with the red light in the room. he’s trying so hard to keep quiet as you take him into your mouth but it’s so hard when you do it so well. he’s cumming down your throat soon enough and when he realizes that you swallow it all he just looks down at you in awe. he’s gripping onto a countertop in the room to keep himself steady, and he’s barely present as you slip your phone number on a piece of paper into his jacket pocket.
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hiiiiiii if possible can i please also request a 🐚 with formula one? i am a (suffering) woman in stem (biomedical engineering) and although i can be introverted in situations w big groups i love spending time with my friends & making them laugh. i have no gender preference and i cannot wait to see what you come up with <33333
oookay lisa, it is high time i told you about this random ship/association that has been living rentfree in my mind for a while now... i can't keep quiet any longer, and i will wax poetic about you two, because clearly your one true f1 match is lewis hamilton.
okay first of all let me get the obvious out of the way: this man is absolutely gorgeous and oh so lovely oh my god. out of all the drivers on the grid he is the one i would be RACING to introduce to my parents. my mom would never ever reprimand me for anything again if i brought a guy like lewis home.
lewis is such an attentive guy, so he would most definitely try to keep up with your studies/work the same way you do his. it's only fair, and besides, he loves it when you nerd out about engineering; the way your eyes twinkle and you trail off because you get a little self-conscious. he thinks it's the most adorable thing ever, because guess what! he is a little bit of a nerd too!
also he loves asking you for input from an engineering perspective, which you've told him time and time again that you're in biomedical, you have NO idea how his car's aerodynamism or mechanic stress work, but he still values your expertise which is, obviously, the highest of praise coming from someone who is basically The Expert himself in his domain.
and you may act humble and like the mercedes engineers' jobs are way out of your league, but you do know your stuff about thermodynamics and fuel chemistry and composite materials, and lewis is blown away every time by your off-handed commentary, as if your observations were self-evident truths. certainly to you they are, the same way he's got an almost carnal understanding of his car's behavior on the track, and that's why you make such a fierce team. you're the theory, he's the practice <3
that's probably how you would meet by the way. and they were coworkers... oh my god they were coworkers... WAIT NO what if you were lewis' RACE ENGINEER ok ok i'm backtracking!!! you DO know your racing stuff actually. ohhhh good shit
because you know lewis is a cocky bastard (honorary, he's earned it) and when he's still high off the adrenaline of the race, perhaps when he's just scored a podium, he relentlessly flirts with you over radio. tells you he never could've done without you, right, sweetheart?, in that suave voice of his. on LIVE TELEVISION??
oh the twitter girlies are eating that up. and you are fumbling over your words, trying to congratulate him in a way that doesn't give away how putty in his hands you are.
but you're the one he runs to as soon as he's off the podium and free from the clutches of journalists and cameras, without fail.
planet F1 practically implodes after saudi arabia 2021, not only from the actual race which is already a good enough reason to go crazy tbh but also because lewis hamilton, breathless after racing past the checkered flag, seemingly asks you out point blank.
"congrats, lewis! you did it! that's first in the world again!" "... i believe this means i've won my bet, and i can finally take you out?"
we won't talk about the grand prix that followed, lol. he may have lost the world championship but at least he won the girl of his dreams, or something <3
you guys are so silly together it's actually disrespectful to the whole paddock. like there are people working here, loves. doing their 9 to 5. stop giggling and taking the piss at toto wolff in hushed whispers like school children!!
but you won't, and though they may not say it... all the other drivers love you two together <3 less so when knowing you are watching seemingly gives lewis wings during shootouts, however...
#— celebration; 1.5k!#— ask.#₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ lisa#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#lewis hamilton x reader
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Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
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yourusername It’s me, hi. Im Harry Styles’ rumored girlfriend, it’s me.
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harrystyles you did not just quote anti-hero in these stressful times.
yourusername but I did…
yourbff I can’t believe it took them this long to catch on. Harrys got a big mouth.
harrystyles heyyyyyyyy
yourfriend dang, I bet @yourbff you wouldn’t get caught until after graduation.
yourbff pay up…
yourusername 🙄🙄🙄
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maildaily Harry Styles and his new beau caught walking around late last night after attending a Wet Leg concert. Who is she? Where did she come from? How long has he been seeing her?
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yourusername this is so dramatic.
yourbff THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING YOUVE DONE AND NOBODY KNOWS IT.
harryfan01 “New Beau” who cares? He’s a grown ass man, let him date and go on dates.
harryfan02 Wait did the girl comment under this post?
harryfan03 omg, wait yes. I think her username is @yourusername that’s the girl, she commented how dramatic the post was too. I think someone who knows her even called her funny for it
harryisking ew, liking content about yourself? That’s obsessive.
harryfan01 grow up.
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yourusername me to the thousands of people trying to follow me right now: please, no more photos. My boyfriend already takes too many of me! 😕❤️
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harrystyles you are such trouble!
yourusername you love me for it though!
harrystyles and I’ll cherish those photos forever ❤️
yourbff you were feeling silly! It’s okay!
yourfriend you may be getting death threats, but at least you’re graduating babes!
yourusername Ohhhh true!
harrystyles oh my goodness.
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harryscurls GUYS. Y/N ACCEPTED MY REQUEST TO FOLLOW HER. GUYS SHES ACTUALLY SO GORGEOUS. HER AND HER FRIENDS ARE SO FUNNY TOO.
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yourusername oh my gosh, I didn’t mean to do that! You’re so sweet tho 😕 ily pretty!
harryscurls ILY PRETTY LADY!
harryfan02 stop she’s so sweet.
harryscurls she also had many comment exchanges with Harry, but seeing as it was probably a mistake that I was accepted, I’m not going to post them because it would invade their obviously much wanted privacy!
harryfan04 she’s totally normal too! I heard shes graduating from college soon, which is so cool.
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harryisking So, turns out it’s really easy to get into someone’s instagram! I’ve posted all the comment sections from the past few months to my story for all the curious people! I’ve also posted a tutorial on how to get in 🤭
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harryfan01 wtf…
harryfan02 no, this feels wrong.
harrysflowers as much as I want to get in, I won’t unless she wants me to.
harryfan04 why do y’all have to be such freaks??
yourbff I’ve known y/n for almost all of my life. We met in middle school and since then we’ve shared everything with each other. Since she’s too scared to say it, I will. Y/n has her instagram set to private FOR. A. REASON. There is a reason why her and Harry have kept things on the down low and there’s so many reasons for them to be upset right now. Please, please stop trying to find her account and please be kind.
harrystyles preach.
harryfan04 🙏
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harrystyles I’m so sorry for you and your closest circle for getting caught in something we tried so hard to avoid. You’re such an angel to me, even with everything going on. You told me you were okay with everything, but I still want to say something. What’s private in my life, is private for a reason. Please respect that. Thanks to everyone who didn’t force themselves into y/n’s account. Thank you for TPWK.
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yourusername hi @harrystyles👋
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harrystyles hi 👋
harryfan03 SHE MADE HER ACCOUNT PUBLIC???
harrysflowers AWE HI PRETTY!
yourbff you’re so iconic for this one.
yourfriend I’m gonna miss our little chit chats in the comment sections.
yourusername who said I was done with em?
yourotherfriend I leave for one week and this happens?
harryfan02 ILY
harrystyles you’re so gorgeous.
yourusername ❤️
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AN: HI HI HI PLEASE GIVE ME MORE PEOPLE TO MAKE THESE LITTLE BLURBS WITH. IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS ALREADY!!! K LOVE YA BYE
#harry styles fluff#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine
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ohhhhh man now you’ve got me brooding over es!sam. it never occurred to me before that among them, he would end up feeling always the square peg in a round hole. the pride and resilience and hope he carried like medals in the first seasons gave him a sense of value and esteem, and i can’t imagine how it feels to be thrown into this inevitability where none of himself remains and in fact the bits he tries to hold onto are an irritant to the quid pro quo in a way nobody will outright honestly explain to him. rather than saving himself and his brother and the world like he thought he would at the end of it all, everywhere he looks is just another form of loss. ls!boys would lap up his es brother, the eager (and adorably naive) hunter with ideas and brawn and something to prove, so much of the same flowing through the blood of all 3 of them, but imagine the grief es!sam feels walking through the cold echoing hallways of the bunker, everything just a nauseating maelstrom of weapons and lore books and charts, no john, no mary, no jess, no wives and no children, no living friends, no presence or interest in the world he always dreamed to blend into, and nobody at his side to truly understand or feel that grief with him. and on top of that the things he feels about dean, complex and ugly and heavy to hold, have somehow been tugged out of him into the open in the future and locked behind a door he has no key to and even touching the knob burns his hand - the derision/amusement of the ls!bros even if they don’t intend it as such, the constant knowing smiles like he isn’t THEM like they don’t know how it feels and how much it suffocates him ohhhh man look what you’ve done to my poor heart with these snippets
YES!!!! ANON!!! YOU GET IT!!!!
first off, your writing is gorgeous?? holy shit?? eating all of your words they are in my mouth now i am sorry
but YES
he would def feel like the odd man out (depending on the season ES!Sam is from) because the other three love the life. they find joy and purpose and meaning in the hunt in a way sam lost. the hunt is a tool. a means to an end.
i think it wouldn't take long for LS!Sam to see the bunker, with the dozens of empty rooms--the shell of a home, only echoes and blades and the collected sum total of knowledge of people long-dead--and ask the group, "is this fucking it?"
no one knows what he's talking about (ES!Dean is so excited because he gets a kickass bunker AND a garage AND an armory AND sammy forever??), but sam is shaking because there are shirts folded in some of the empty rooms' dressers. dead men who thought they'd come back, a physical reminder of every goddamn person they've lost in the endless quest for vengeance. everything sam left for.
"is this all i fucking get?" ES!Sam snaps. "an underground crypt? no wife. no kids. no job. no fucking friends? did the hunt really fucking bury us?"
and everyone goes deadly fucking silent. LS!Dean has to leave the room because it's everything he'd always feared LS!Sam thinks. sam has always needed others more than dean does (or at least, that's what dean thinks, we literally see contradictory evidence in the show but okay). LS!Dean's afraid that sam has always resented him for the way their lives ended up, for dragging sam down with him.
and ES!Dean is crushed because this is his dream. he gets to save lives. he gets to carry dad's legacy. he gets to keep sam, all the unnecessary fluff--a mission to keep them together, girls, obligations--removed. and sam is disgusted by it.
LS!Sam just stares at ES!Sam blankly. he's annoyed with him, before something smaller, something pitying, slips into the shape of his mouth. he gets up to follow LS!Dean, leaving ES!Sam to wallow in his own sick. in this moment, Sam can't even empathize with himself.
and ES!Sam is sitting in the blast radius of his own fury. no one will look him in the eye. LS!Dean looks sick before he leaves the table. no one will answer his questions. no one even tries.
LS!Sam keeps trying to say, "this is what i want, sam. i don't mind. i love what i do, and i love doing it with dean." and all sam can hear is i gave up. i couldn't get out. i'm coping. don't destroy this glass house with a hammer because it's the only home i have left.
and ES!Sam still aches. because ES!Dean is already choosing another sam. LS!Dean looks at him like he has the power to kill him. LS!Sam looks at him like he pities him, which is the deepest cut of all.
poor sam. poor sam who doesn't want to die for this. poor sam who doesn't get us, who isn't us.
LS!Dean, ironically enough, is the closest ES!Sam gets to compassion, but it always feels like blows directed at himself. yeah. it sucks, kid. it fucking blows. i wanted you to get a wife. to get out. i...i tried. i'm sorry. it's more self-recrimination than care.
but GOD! ES!Sam goes for a run and sprints until he throws up because he sees the packed strength of LS!Dean's arms, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. he sees the easy way LS!Sam&Dean laugh with each other, the way they talk with looks alone, the naked adoration. he sees ES!Dean and aches and aches and aches and aches and aches. he needs something he doesn't have the words for, something he's terrified to name, because does that mean that he's giving up? does that mean that he's the fucked up one--perverting this easy life that they all clearly adore?
and even the joy he finds--talking with LS!Dean in the kitchen, sparring with ES!Dean in the gym, enthusing with LS!Sam over texts--there are moments. small ones. where sam realizes that the person talking to him kind of stops, content. he's already part of this system, of this unit. sometimes the pauses feel patronizing. or excited. or so full of tension that sam is already hardening in his jeans. or sad. and it's confusing, but sam is walking down the empty hallways, passing rooms of dead men and seeking out his brother, always his brother, always.
GRAH!!! lonely ES!Sam. bitter ES!Sam. joyful ES!Sam. jealous ES!Sam. possessive ES!Sam. ES!Sam choking on the things he doesn't understand--the things he can't--that have made their lives the way they are.
thank you for this ask, anon! it was beautifully written! and now i am also thinking about this! perpetual motion machine of devouring ES!Sam whole!
-lizzy
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