I Haven't Read The Book Yet, But The 2005 Movie Solos

i haven't read the book yet, but the 2005 movie solos

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

batfam masterlist

🎀=smut ☁=fluff 🧸=angst

jason todd

jealous 🎀

dick greyson

none... yet

bruce wayne

none... yet

Give me Swaggersouls, the finest Swaggersouls you've got 🔫

author note: i just feel like he would be the sweetest around you and for you. man spends his days yelling at his dumbass friends and putting on the internet persona, but as soon as it comes to you it all melts away. anyways i hope you enjoy :D

SWAGGERSOULS sat at his desk wrapping up another csgo video. saying goodbye to all of his friends he closed the application, immediately opening his editing software. the yawning man took a peek at the clock,

10:23 PM

swagger sighed, taking his headphones off, and attempted to rub the sleep off his face. he needed to get something edited tonight in order to feel productive for the day, a toxic trait of his. looking through the footage he had, a quiet rustle disrupted his search. he turned, seeing you asleep in your shared bed. how you slept through the obnoxious recording session was beyond him, but he was glad you did. mouth slightly open, hair strewn about, swagger couldn't help but grab his phone and snap a picture. you would kill him in the morning for it, but for now it brought a smile to his face.

as much as he wanted to join you, he forced his focus back to the illuminated screen. looking for a project that wouldn't take him long, but would make him feel accomplished: the minecraft session from yesterday. in a perfect world swagger could have the footage completely ready for upload, besides the subtitles (there wasn't enough weed in the world to make that possible), and be asleep by midnight. its a shame that he doesn't live in a perfect world...

A LIGHT HAND brushing against his back accompanied by a soft whisper is what ended up stirring swagger from his short slumber.

"bear?" he looked up to meet the tired eyes of his girlfriend. he swore he was only taking a short break. "well goodmorning," you murmured. the man only groaned in response, "come on, time for bed."

"i can't, i gotta finish this."

"baby it's really late, there are plenty of hours in tomorrow's day to finish that. for now, you need sleep." swagger swore he was only resting his eyes, ten minutes tops. he glanced at the clock on his glowing computer screen,

1:54 AM

"holy fuck, when did it get so late?" you let out a small giggle in response.

"i'm not sure, i woke up to the sound of your clips looping. pretty annoying by the way..."

"sorry hun," the man stood, pulling you in and burying his head into the crook of your neck. after a long moment, your boyfriend pulled away from you. "go ahead and get in bed," his kissed between your eyebrows softly, "i'll just be one second."

you glanced up at him with a doubting look, at which he chuckled softly, "i swear," he reassured you, "some mouthwash and a piss. just gimme one minute." as he walked towards the bathroom, you made quick work of finding your spot in the bed again. shutting your eyes, you felt the side of the bed dip down. familiar arms grabbed your waist, pulling you into a warm chest.

"come 'ere, pretty," you twisted your body and pushed your head into his shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around your body. swagger pulled you tight against him; his nose in your hair and hands tracing small, invisible patterns on your back.

"bear?"

"hm?"

"i lied earlier"

"what?" the man pulled his head back to look in your eyes,

"it wasn't the clips that woke me up," you grinned up at him, "you snore, loud." he rolled his eyes dramatically as you laughed. moments like these were what brought swagger the most peace. just you and him shooting shit at two in the morning.

"why are you looking at me like that," your boyfriend had a small smile on his face, just staring at you. awestruck at the breathtaking woman that he miraculous had laying with him.

"i just love you is all" you reached your hand to his face, pulling his lips to yours,

"i love you too bear, now sleep." tucking your head back into his chest, he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. the two of you drifted off to sleep, still entangled in each other. swaggers snoring the only thing to be heard within the room.

Sick

I sniffle, curling into a tighter ball under the covers. My laptop in front of me is the only source of light in the room, as well as my entertainment while I'm coughing my lungs out.

"Yeah, X is still sick. That's why she's not streaming. She's in here as a mod, though, I think. Are you, X?" I reach out, typing with one hand. 'im here'

"They're still sick?" Puffer's voice joins the mix. "It's been a week now."

"Yeah," Max says, "she's feeling pretty shitty."

'tell puff boy not to worry about me' I type 'im fine'

"You're not fine," he argues. "Puffer, she says not to worry too much."

"X, take better care of yourself." The worried tone in his voice shines through the monotonous drawl. With another cough, I roll out of bed and wander down the hall to Max's office and walk in. He turns around as I do so, frowning.

"You should be resting right now, what are you doing?" 

Rather than answer, I pull his headset off and put it on my own ears and get close to his mic, half leaning on his desk.

"Shut up, Puffer, I'm fine."

"Woah, you sound like a smoker. Are you okay?" Chat fills with similar sentiment, making me scowl. "Is it just a cold?"

"I think mild laryngitis. I had no voice at all yesterday," I rasp. "I'm fine, though, don't worry."

"X-"

"'Kay, that's all. Later, I'm sitting down." I hand Max his headset and do exactly that, plopping down on the floor next to him, leaning my head against his leg. From my vantage, I can see parts of his monitors and notice that his cam can see the top part of my head.

"No she's sitting on the floor next to me. X, Puffer says go back to bed. So do I." I hum in disagreement and stay where I am, closing my eyes. "Alright, hang on, I'm muting for a second."

There's a few clicks and the sound of him placing his headset on the desk and then his hand is on my head, lightly musing my hair.

"X, come on, you gotta get back to bed. You can stay in as a mod but you need to be resting."

"I am resting," I argue.

"You know what I mean." I tilt my head to look at him, frowning. His brow is creased as he looks down at me, worry pulling at his face.

"I feel lonely," I admit. "You know how I am when I don't feel good."

"I know." His voice is gentle, as is his hand as it slides down to cup my cheek. "I won't be streaming for too much longer, okay? For now go back to bed."

I go to say something but end up in a coughing fit that has me doubled over, hacking into my crossed legs. His hand presses gently into the top of my spine to comfort me until I can breathe normally again. 

"X, please, go back to bed. I'll only be live for another half hour or so, okay?"

"Okay." He helps me to my feet and walks me down the hall to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed and covering me with the blankets again. "I'll be back soon."

He kisses my forehead before walking back to his office. As he's settling back in, I read chat. A lot of them are calling us cute while others are wishing me well. There's a couple who want to be trolls and are making fun of me for being sick but I give them warning mutes. Max sees one that I miss, though, and gets mad fast.

"Hey, if you wanna make fun of me do it. I know X doesn't really care if you make fun of her either, but don't be a shit about us being together. You're fucking banned and I'm doing it myself." I haven't heard him this pissed at someone in chat since a few months ago when a couple people wanted to make creepy comments on my body when I was wearing a cropped sweater and sweats. "I know some of you think you know what's best for us but you don't so shut the fuck up and leave us alone."

His protectiveness over me always makes me smile, even if I don't like what triggers it. 

Suddenly, chat is a lot faster. Most of what I can read is people telling Max to pop off and telling others to leave us alone or defending our happiness. I ban a few trolls myself, not even bothering to give warnings. 

"Puffer, I'm getting off in 30," he says.

"Aw, do you need to take care of the baby?" Immediately, I open a different Twitch tab, albeit muted, and get into Puffer's chat. Where I'm also a mod. 'shut the fuck up puff boy'

"She's not a-"

"Hey! Get outta my chat you fuckin' rat!" I giggle a little before typing again. 

'make me. im a mod bitch'

"X, you better not be bullying Puffer in his chat."

"She is. I'm gonna ban her."

"Don't ban her."

"She's being annoying. Maybe I should."

"You'll be down a mod." There's a moment of silent deliberation before Max jumps back in. "And she's on cold meds right now. You know how she gets when she's on cold meds."

Puffer lets out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. You're safe for now, X. But get out of my chat and go sleep."

I close his stream and go back to Max's, watching people celebrate my non-ban in Puffer's chat. Soon, I see spam of a clip link. I click it, filled with curiosity.

It's the moment of Max playing with my hair and cupping my face as I sat on the floor beside him. You can just see it with my positioning and the tilt of my head. Heat rushes my face as I click back on the stream. 

Chat flies by in a flurry, a lot of hearts and coos and calling us cute. Some of them even label it as "relationship goals." Max is too absorbed in the game and his conversation with Puffer to notice. I'm silently thankful for that, especially as the clip fades away and the conversation switches to the game again.

For the next twenty minutes all is calm. Max gets off the call with Puffer to do his ending, talking to chat for a little. I'm half asleep as I monitor chat until I see the link again.

"Oh, new clips?" Before I can say anything, Max clicks it and shows his whole stream. Chat explodes into their fawning again while Max just stares at it, letting it play a couple times. 

One would take the reaction as shock, but I see the small smile on his face. I don't blame him. It's a rare clip of me I actually truly enjoy.

LANDO NORRIS is the best driver on the grid, or at least you think so. which is why watching the press conference put a hole in your heart.

"um, i think we quite easily had the best car out there today, i just didn't do a good enought job off the line and then that one thing cost me everything" you watched as the interview continued. the british driver was clearly dissapointed with himself, falling just short of the coveted top step because of one decision. the thing making it sting the most, was that this was the second week in a row of the same occurance.

"uh, today we were the quickest, i had the best car out there, and, um, i didnt maxamize it. the start's down to me and doing what i get told and executing that. with a good start we easily would've won." normally you would head straight to the hotel with some other wags to get some drinks and wait for the boys to be done with media, but today you wanted to see lando before you left. as the press conference wrapped up, you waited for himin the hospitality area of mclaren.

the papya man sulked into hospitality, not bothering to lift his head and see you.

"lan!" you called gently. as green eyes met yours, the man's frame visibally relaxed. he opened his hand for you to take, bekoning you towards him. as he walked you towards his driver's room, you studied his features. his jaw tense and eyebrows were low, trying to hide saddened eyes.

it hurt you to see him like this. a month ago he'd be hanging onto you and asking which dress you were going to wear out to celebrate, but now p2 wasn't good enough. to some extent you were happy for him. the car was competitive now, but lando was starting to be so hard on himself if he wasn't perfect during a race.

lando pushed the door to his room open for you, leaving you to plop onto the small bed as he changed. before you could think of what to say to make your boyfriend feel better, he spoke,

"hey, its probably going to be a long one tonight," lando said, uncharistically down, "you can just take my car and i'll uber to the hotel after we're done."

"no i'll just wait for you to be done, it's okay i want to be here"

"baby can you please just take the car?" his eyes clamped shut and he ran a hand through his messy curls, "i really don't have the energy to turn this into a debate." his tone was stiff. it sent chills down your spine that you had never felt before.

"okay," and thats where the conversation ended. the room was silent until lando had to leave for the race debreif. he pecked you on the cheek, said a very quiet, "bye" and strode off. leaving you sat in the small room, wondering if you could say or do anything to make him feel better.

THE HOTEL was quiet without him. you thought about passing some time with the other wags by the bar, but didn't want to be the one to kill their vibe.

walking into the shared room, you beelined straight for the bedroom. stripping off your old outfit, opting into a hoodie and some sweats (courtesy of lando). as you laid in bed scrolling through your phone, your mind dwelled on lando. what could you do to help? make him dinner? have a chat? should you even say anything at all? you were exhausting yourself.

as your thoughts raced, you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. eventually succumbing to the desire for sleep, you drifted off.

a hand falling on your shoulder stirred you from your slumber. you opened your eyes to a wet headed lando norris looking down at you.

"hey darling, how was your night?" he sank into bed and you immediately fell into his chest.

"it was alright," you murmmered sleepily, "how was the meeting?"

"fine," he replied sternly. this wasn’t the first time a race had gone poorly for lando of course, however normally he was vocal with you about his feelings. venting about team strategy, his performance, other drivers, tire degradation, the list was endless; which made the silence all the more deafening.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?” he scoffed in return, an extremely unusual response from the brit. as the seconds dragged on, you became less and less sure that you were going to get a real answer, “i get that you’re upset, but-”

“oh you get it?” the driver spat, “you understand the feeling of coming second to max again simply because you are worse. no team strategy to blame or anyone in your way?” he looked at you with expectant eyes, “yeah, i didn’t think s-“

“lan stop,” you cut him off, “this isn’t fair. i was just giving you the opportunity to vent and now you’re talking like it’s my fault. i have no control over how your race goes,” you cupped his cheek, “yes, i love watching you succeed, but i’m not here for a top step, or a signing bonus. i’m here for the dnfs, and the horrible stratigies, and the blown starts,” lando grimaced at the last one, “i want to support you every second, of every hour. so stop barking at me like i’m zak brown and start speaking to me like i’m your girlfriend who just woke up to talk to you.” the driver grinned at your stupid comparison.

“i’m sorry, love,” your boyfriend replied softly, “can i try again?”

“of course lan,” a few beats passed “how was the meeting?”

“it was long and tiring, i think i’ve talked enough racing tonight to last me at least two weeks,” he paused and ran a hand over his face, “i really don’t think i can talk about it anymore though, im sorry darling.”

“don’t apologize, you have nothing to apologize for,” you said calmly, “we can just go to sleep, i’m tired of hearing about it as well”

the driver pulled you close to him and buried his head into your chest. you pulled him in tight, running a hand through his unruly curls and he hummed in response. this was what he needed. no words could calm the thoughts in his head, simply your presence was all he desired.

after a few moments passed, you carefully slid a hand over his face; raising those brown eyes to meet yours, “i’m proud of you lan, always” the boy kissed you sweetly, and with that the two of you finally slept.

A.N: IM SO SORRY!!! starting college has been hectic, but i am semi- settled in so im gonna try to post somewhat regularly. maybe like once a week? but this specific fic was supposed to be posted after the spanish gp i believe but anyways …. tada!!

f1 masterlist

🎀=smut ☁=fluff 🧸=angst

charles leclerc

none... yet

lando norris

comfort ☁️🧸

oscar piastri

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max verstappen

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daniel ricciardo

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logan sargent

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sebastian vettel

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