#and nothing is getting in my way🤞���

[evnseokz]

☆ pervy fwb jungwon

req: CAN I REQ PERVERT BEST FRIEND JUNGWON 👅👅👅👅

- pairing: fwb jungwon x f. reader

- contents: perv jungwon who’s also lowk a menace, pet names, mentions of filming during sex, kissing, idek what else

- i lowk made this more like fwb i hope that’s okay 🤞

MINORS DNI

perv jungwon who notices everything — the way your shirt rides up when you stretch, the curve of your thighs when you sit, how your lips look when you pout. he never says it out loud… just files it away and stares when he thinks you won’t notice.

perv jungwon who hums softly and goes, “your skirt’s a little short today, huh?” without even looking up — like he’s trying to sound innocent, but you feel his eyes burning into you anyway.

perv jungwon who has the dirtiest thoughts about you but hides them behind a calm smile. no one would guess he’s picturing you on your knees while you’re rambling about your day — but he is. he always is.

perv jungwon who once watched you sleep in his bed, shorts riding up, skin soft and warm under his blanket, and whispered, “if you knew the things i think about when you’re like this…” with his hand already slipping into his boxers.

perv jungwon who steals one of your panties. just once. maybe twice. definitely more. folds them neatly and keeps them tucked somewhere secret — and yeah, he uses them when he’s thinking about you.

perv jungwon who zips up your dress slowly, fingertips brushing along your back like he has all the time in the world. pauses just above your ass, then whispers a soft, “there you go, baby,” like he didn’t just pop half a boner from it.

perv jungwon who offers his lap when there’s nowhere to sit, then grips your thighs just a little too tight. his voice is soft when he says, “you’re fine right here,” but his cock twitches the second you shift your weight.

perv jungwon who gets hard when you tease him, and just blinks at you like, “what did you expect? you’re straddling me in those tiny shorts, baby. i’m not made of stone.”

perv jungwon who looks like he’s listening when you talk, but he’s actually just staring at your chest — then calmly says something like, “your top’s kinda see-through. just thought you should know.”

perv jungwon who lets you cuddle him while watching a movie, even though your leg is pressed right up against his cock. he keeps his hands still, but his breathing changes. you pretend not to notice. he knows you notice.

perv jungwon who makes the softest little moans when you accidentally brush your hand over him. he always plays it off like nothing happened, but his face gets pink and his eyes don’t meet yours for the next five minutes.

perv jungwon who stands in the doorway just watching you bend over. arms crossed, head tilted, eyes shameless. and when you call him out, he just smiles and says, “don’t let me stop you.”

perv jungwon who jokes about filming you during sex — or at least pretends it’s a joke. “you’d look so fucking good on camera, drooling for me like that.” and when you squirm, he grins and licks his lips.

perv jungwon who calls you “baby”, “princess”, and “sweet girl” when you’re mad at him. and when you roll your eyes, he leans in and murmurs, “c’mon, you only hate me when i stop touching you.”

perv jungwon who whispers in your ear, “you act shy, but i can feel how warm you’re getting.” and when you try to deny it, he presses closer and murmurs, “mm-mm. don’t lie to me, baby.”

perv jungwon who finally kisses you one night — slow, deep, controlled. pulls away with swollen lips and a ragged breath, then says, “been dying to do that. thought i was gonna lose my mind every time you smiled at me.”

perv jungwon who wrecks you soft — fingers gripping tight, kisses messy, voice shaking. and when it’s over, he holds you close, and wraps you in his arms like you’re the only thing that matters.

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[bleue-flora]

[thoustve]

hate that depressive episodes keep me up rather than let me sleep lmao

[bloomseishiro]

Heyyy! Got a request if you’re taking! 🤞 So, Rin x Reader 🔥

They fight, Reader goes to a party to chill. Bestie sees her crying, comforts her, then teases Rin by giving Reader a fake hickey with makeup and calls Rin to pick her up, saying Reader’s tipsy. Rin freaks out, rushes over feelin’ guilty. On the way home, Rin spots the hickey, gets mad jealous. Reader pretends it’s real — Rin gets all possessive, kisses her rough in the car. Finds out it’s fake but can’t stop himself. Ends with some intense car vibes — jealousy, love, and pure need. 😈💋🔥

Also, LOVE your fics!! 😍 Your writing’s such a vibe, always brightens my day! Keep doing you and take care, okay? 💖✨💯 Sending lots of good vibes! 😘💕

BAD IDEA, RIGHT? — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you get into a fight with rin and your best friend comes up with an idea for revenge. no one said it was a good idea…especially not rin when he spots a giant hickey on your neck. 

itoshi rin x fem!reader. established relationship, sexual tension, suggestive content, 18+, mdni, no smut just rough make out sesh, fluff, alc consumption, this is lowkey toxic HAHAH but i support women’s wrongs <3, reader and bestie have like one collective brain cell, possessive!rin mmm yummy, wrote this with college au in mind !!

word count. 2.2k

a/n. ANON U DESERVE A MILLION COOKIES FOR THIS IDEA HEHE i love it sm i hope you enjoy!! and thank u sooo much for ur kind words <3 it means a lot to me!! ^-^ i hope you take care too and lots of love my dear nonnie xoxo

Fighting with your boyfriend sucks, but getting caught sobbing at a party sucks even worse. Mainly because you know strangers will see and talk about you as “that one sad girl from last night.”

You only solace is that your best friend spots you crying the moment she enters the room and rushes to your side immediately, eyes wide with worry.

“What’s wrong?” she cries, shoving open a closed bedroom door and ushering you inside and away from the crowds. “Don’t tell me some asshole dared to lay a finger on you—”

Fervently, you shake your head. “No, nothing like that. Don’t worry.”

She frowns. “If it’s not that, then what is it?” 

Sighing, you plop down on the edge of the bed, hoping whatever frat guy’s room you’re in has washed his sheets recently. “Rin and I are fighting,” you mope. “And now he’s not talking to me.”

“What a jerk!” your best friend exclaims, always ready to take your side no matter the reason.

You crack a smile at the way she jumps to your defense. “It’s just so frustrating because he never apologizes first after an argument. And this time, I don’t want to be the one to! So now, we’re just in a stalemate because he’s so stubborn.”

“Men are idiots,” she says with an eye roll. “Lucky for you, I know the perfect way to get Rin to cave. He’ll realize just how much he’s missing!”

Eying her warily, you can’t help but ask, “What exactly are you thinking…?”

She grins evilly, taking her purse off her shoulder and pulling out a little makeup pouch. Shuffling through the contents, she makes a noise of satisfaction as she pulls out a mini eyeshadow palette and a reddish purple lipstick. 

Confused, you tilt your head to the side. “You’re going to do my makeup?”

“Sure… Something like that.”

You blink. 

“Come here and give me your neck!” she says impatiently. “I’m going to give you a fake hickey. We’re going to make Rin so jealous he grovels for just a crumb of your attention.”

“You think that’s a good idea?” you say worriedly, touching your collarbone and glancing at the makeup in your best friend’s hands. 

She simply shrugs, as if she put no further thought into this so-called plan. “Not sure. Guess we’ll find out!”

You didn’t drink much tonight (alcohol and sadness would only create even more embarrassing tears), but just the proximity of alcohol must’ve dulled your brain cells even more, since you decided to agree. “Well, okay. Why not?”

With a wide smile, she gets to work, expertly applying eyeshadows and lip gloss until it looks like there’s a fresh new hickey on the side of your neck. 

Taking a step back, she admires her work with a proud sniffle. “Wow. Looks better than any of the hickeys I’ve gotten.”

“Maybe you need to make out with better people,” you giggle, thinking about how Rin’s hickeys look much better than this fake one. Feel better, too.

“Ugh, whatever,” she scoffs playfully. “Not everyone can have a hot as shit and slightly psychotic boyfriend who hates everyone except his girlfriend.”

Her description makes you laugh before you remember your fight and how he still isn’t talking to you. Suddenly, your shoulders slump as you pout. “What if he hates me now, too?”

“He doesn’t! He’s so obsessed with you, babe,” she promises sincerely, giving you a hug. “He’s just a little stupid and stubborn! Here, give me your phone.”

You eye her questioningly but oblige nonetheless. 

With your phone in hand, your best friend unlocks the screen and calls Rin. 

“Hey!” you protest, but she puts her finger to her lips the moment he picks up. 

“Hello?” he mumbles, sounding tired. It is almost midnight, after all. Rin was probably trying to sleep.

“Hey, Rin!” your friend sings.

Rin stays silent and you hear shuffling noises coming from his side of the line, likely him realizing he wasn’t on the phone with you. “What do you want?”

“Y/N’s, like, sooo tipsy right now,” she says, pretending to slur her words as well. “We’re at a party because, you know, you made her all depressed after your fight, but I think you need to come pick her up now…”

You hear the sound of a door opening and a car unlocking. 

“I’m on my way,” he says as the engine revs in the background. “Please watch her until I get there.”

The phone beeps as the call ends and your best friend looks at you smugly. 

“What?” you ask her, raising your brow. 

“Told you he loves you. He even answered on the first ring!”

Your cheeks heat up as you look to the floor, shrugging. “Yeah,” you say quietly. 

“But, you can’t forgive him just yet!” she scolds. “You have to pretend you're drunk and then he’ll see your hickey and get super jealous and regret what he did even more.”

“Or he could get mad and think I cheated and break up with me,” you try to reason. 

She shakes her head. “Nah. He wouldn’t…” she trails off, suddenly unsure. “Well, maybe taking a few shots first would help?”

Your brain is, once again, telling you this is not a great idea. But, once again, you choose to ignore it. “Yeah, probably.”

With a grin, she leads you out of the room and back to the party where the two of you begin to take shot after shot. Not enough to get too fucked up, of course, but enough to think maybe your best friend’s idea is amazing after all.

But the time Rin arrives, the statement that you’re “sooo tipsy right now”  is no longer a lie. In fact, as Rin’s car pulls up into the driveway, you all but stumble into his arms while your best friend winks goodbye.

“Hey, Rinnie,” you drawl, a careless grin on your face. 

“Hey,” he replies quietly, looking you up and down with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Just peachy!” you chirp as you enter the passenger seat of his car. “Just a little dizzy. And I want fries…”

He exhales through his nose before getting into the driver’s seat and starting his car. “Okay, we can stop by somewhere before heading to my place. How much did you drink?”

“Not too much,” you promise, leaning sideways against the car window and closing your eyes at the lightheaded feeling that rushes through you. “Just…enough.”

“Enough?” repeats Rin with a snort, glancing over at you for a brief second.

In that one moment, you notice his mood change as he abruptly pulls the car over to the side of the road. 

You open your eyes at the jolt of inertia and your confused gaze meets Rin’s pissed off face. And by pissed off, you really do mean angry as shit. 

“What is that?” he asks, barely able to control the tone of his voice. 

You bolt upright with worry, not yet realizing what he’s talking about. “What?” you ask with wide eyes. 

His eyes darken and his glare zeroes in on your collarbone. “That thing on your neck,” he spits. “Is that a fucking hickey?”

Realization crashes over you like a wave and you temporarily feel the alcohol evaporate from your body. What the hell were you and your best friend thinking again? “Oh, shit.”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself?” he asks incredulously.

You shake your head. “No! Well, I mean, it’s just…” as you begin to explain yourself, you hear your friend's voice in the back of your head telling you this is the best way to make Rin grovel after your fight. Pushing aside your guilty conscience (and your last thread of logic and rationality), you bite your tongue and nod. “Yeah. I didn’t think you would care. It’s not like you’ve even talked to me the last two days.”

Rin grits his teeth and unbuckles his seatbelt to face you fully, leaning over to your side of the car with an annoyed expression. “Didn’t think I care?”

You shrug, trying not to give in. 

“You know damn well I care,” he barks out, reaching out to brush the side of your neck, his touch is gentle but his fingers tremble, as if he’s holding himself back from snapping by a single thread. “Just because we’re in the middle of a fight doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Biting the corner of your lower lip, you swallow and remain silent. 

“It doesn’t matter how bad our fight is. No one is allowed to touch you like that,” Rin warns, placing his large hand on the nape of your neck and guiding you towards him. “If I ever see someone else’s mark on you again, I won’t be so patient next time.”

Your stomach churns with a mixture of dread and excitement. “What will you do?” you prompt, voice catching in your throat.  

“Murder them,” he says simply. “And punish you.”

With a sharp inhale, you make a mental note to send your best friend a giant thank you basket for the fake hickey. 

Before you can open your mouth to reply, Rin’s patience snaps as he grabs your chin and lifts it up until your lips clash against his. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden movement before your shoulders relax as the familiar scent of Rin fills your senses. 

He presses himself deeper into the kiss, nipping roughly at your plush bottom lip as his hand trails down from your chin to your neck. His warm, calloused hand lingers at the base of your neck for a few seconds too long before he lazily trails down your breasts and stomach, stopping only to grab at your waist and pull you tight against his body. 

You arch your back as his grip on you tightens, urging your body to feel every inch of Rin that you possibly can. Your hands find their way around his neck, intertwining your fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm,” you moan when you feel the teasing wetness of his tongue lick the spot he just bit. “Is this supposed to be a punishment?” 

“No,” he murmurs in between kisses, slowly pulling away from your lips to trail his hot, wet mouth against your jaw and down to the spot on your neck behind your ear. “This is just to show you how much better it is with me.” 

You feel a shiver shoot down your spine as Rin begins to toy with the most sensitive spot of your neck, nipping and sucking and licking until you’re a squirming mess on his passenger seat. 

“That dumbass didn’t even give you a hickey in your favorite place,” he says mockingly, teasingly biting the lobe of your ear once he was satisfied with the mark he made. “How embarrassing.”

You whine as he caresses your ear so gently, it tickles. 

“You’re mine,” growls Rin under his breath. “No one can make you feel as good as I do. Isn’t that right, baby?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you make a pathetic noise of agreement. 

You feel Rin smirk against your skin before he pulls  away and lets you catch your breath. At this distance, he manages to take a look at your so-called hickey, brows furrowing when he notices how smudged it’s become. 

“What—?” his words break off, taking a look at his fingertips that now had purple and red eyeshadow and lipgloss on it. “Y/N… What the hell is this?”

At his confused and helpless expression, you can’t help but stifle the giggle that escapes you. 

His crease between his brows crinkle even more at your lack of explanation. 

“I’m sorry, Rinnie,” you relent after releasing all your laughter. “No one gave me a hickey at the party. My friend knew we were fighting and we wanted to get back at you.” Touching the mess on your neck, you wipe it away with the back of your hand. “It’s just makeup.”

“Makeup,” he deadpans. 

You nod sheepishly. “Makeup…” you repeat, showing him the eyeshadow smeared on you. “No matter how bad of a fight we’re in, I would never do that to you, Rin.”

He notices your tone switch from playful to genuine and he looks up at you with a serious expression on his face. “Good. I can’t play soccer professionally if I get arrested for murdering the person who gives you a hickey.”

“The only person that would be is yourself,” you promise with a grin, fingers instrinctly grazing the sensitive love bite he just made. “You’re the only person I want kissing my neck, anyway.”

“The smartest thing you’ve said all day,” says Rin dryly, placing another kiss on your jaw. “Still, your punishment for that stupid prank isn’t over.”

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head slowly, darkened eyes trained on you with a half-lidded gaze. “Hasn’t even started.”

Suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of the heat between the two of you fogging up his car windows. With the heavy breathing and hot touches, it’s no wonder the temperature around you rose. Add in the alcohol that is still lingering in your system, and it’s a recipe for a volcanic eruption.

His fingers cup your cheek and they brush sensually against your soft skin. You lean in, anticipating another kiss when he pulls away with a laugh.

You whine and pout, but it only adds fuel to Rin’s cruel satisfaction. 

“Let’s get you some fries first.” 

[pcyren]

WHAT YOU HEARD

LANDO NORRIS

summary ★ : streets are saying yn finally broke up with her loser boyfriend and guess who couldn't be happier? if you guessed lando, you'd be wrong, it's actually her (but lando's a really close second).

category ★ : smau.

notes ★ : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. with that out of the way, finally someone other than charles even though i still have like 2 drafts for him that i need to finish. ntm on the banner and article 😶‍🌫️. when you get to the hello kitty reactions pls just scroll💀 it was funny when i made it but now it's just... and i cba to remove it. sorry this is so short 🙏.

part 2

yn_ln added to their story.

user00: oooh, girl's night????

user01: love seeing my fav wags out and about

user02: what happened to your foot? hope you're okay🫶

yourfriend: lils on her phone probably texting alex🙄 they make me sick w how cute they are

user03: y'all look so good🥴

user04: I just know that club's hot as satan's arsehole, how do you look so good? what's your secret🎤

alex_albon: please bring my girlfriend back in one piece🙏

yn_ln: nah, she's my girlfriend now😪

user05: no ezra? break up abeg

maxfewtrell replied to your Close Friends story : did you forget she's on your cf

landonorris: do you think i'm stupid? obviously i removed her before posting this

maxfewtrell: so you do have a working brain cell🤗 congrats🎉

monaspencer replied to your story : wasteman is hilarious but deserved.

alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : may your efforts fail 🤞🙏

landonorris: WOW🤣🤣

alex_albon: nothing personal mate🤷‍♂️

landonorris: WDYM nothing personal, you're literally cursing me😒

randomfriend replied to your story : VINDICATION!!! i knew you couldn't read🥳

alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : why did he have to be such a simp, now i owe lily and mona money

yn_ln: you're a millionaire, you can afford it, so suck it up king👑🫶🏽

monaspencer replied to your Close Friends story : you just made me 200€ richer😘

yn_ln: i actually don't want to know...

lilymhe replied to your Close Friends story : now alex owes mo and i money, thank you🙏🏻

yn_ln: glad to be of service?

landonorris replied to your Close Friends story : i wonder who that handsome guy is

yn_ln: some stray i found wandering around and out of the goodness of my heart, i decided to bring into my home

landonorris: you're not funny

yn_ln: then why were you laughing at all my jokes earlier?

landonorris: i was laughing at how bad they were😕

yn_ln: sure...

charles_leclerc replied to your story : tangled on a date? how romantic

yourfriend replied to your Close Friends story : this doesn't look very "im done w yt men" 🤔

yn_ln: you're in my business, don't do that😁

yourfriend: but it's so interesting 🥴

⤷ end note ‧ ★ : made a cute lil divider so hopefully it distracts you from everything else😋. honestly this took so long bc i was mostly working with vibes, no writing, no thoughts, just vibes. i don't know how some of y'all are so fast, like you guys amaze me, my goal is to just get more than 1 smau per month out. also i will no longer be writing for charles leclerc bc someone said he looked like noah schnapp and i can't unsee it 💀💀 gonna have to change the drafts🥲

[hiraizyo]

shall we look at the moon?

pairing: megan skiendiel x female reader

synopsis: in the days leading up to the anniversary of your death, megan spirals in the worst way. she swears she has dealt with her grief, but how can she move on when even in death your presence is constant?

tags: ghost!yn. heavy angst. hurt/comfort. major character death. implied drowning as cause of death. themes of grief. flashbacks / dreams in italics.

a/n: tried experimenting with writing such a heavy topic, despite never having dealt with grief in my life. my poor bby megs :( i’m so sorry y’all, i’ll write fluff for her soon <333 also i’ll try nd attempt continuing the fake dating megan series 🤞this is longer than most fics i write, so get comfy 💞💞

[tuesday, 10:46pm]

the shower water is cold against megan’s skin.

she clenches her hand around nothing, tightening her hand into a fist. her pruned skin rubs against itself. its an odd sensation, and usually she’d stop immediately, but she does it for now. she does it for herself—anything to help her feel.

the icy water is supposed to shock her awake, give a jolt to her system, but it seems like no use. her chest still feels weighed down, her body empty, her mind numb.

megan reaches for the soap. she scrubs away, hard and unrelenting. she’s cleaned herself about three times now, but still—she scrubs and scrubs and scrubs.

megan isn’t sure what exactly she’s washing away, the filthy sweat from practice, or the ghostly grip you had on her soul.

it seems, even in death, you haunt her.

“fuck,” megan hisses as the soap slips from her hands. she reaches down to pick it up, but it slips from her hands again. she tried once more. for a third time, the soap slides out her grasp.

usually, megan would laugh.

normally, she’d smile and find the scene oddly comical.

instead, megan scoffs under her breath, angry. stupid, fuck ass soap! this is why lara shouldn’t buy their toiletry products! whether she’s angry at the soap itself, lara, or at herself, she isn’t sure.

but soon, that hot, burning anger she feels turns into an ache that has a vice grip on her heart.

megan breathes.

her body stills, she waits.

waiting for a crash out feels like watching paint dry, it feels like the calm before the storm. megan knows she deserves this, needs it. she’d fought long and hard the entire day to keep the tears at bay.

god, today absolutely sucked.

the wait doesn’t last long. tears brim the bottom of her eyelids, threatening to drop. the first few that fall mix with the water, until eventually, she isn’t sure what streams down her face— the salty tears or the freezing water.

they’re both the same to her, anyways.

the first sob that escapes her is quiet, as if she’s testing the waters. as if she needs to make sure no one in the house could hear her agonizing cries.

the second sob is louder, heavier. it wracks through her whole body like a piercing stab. it knocks her down, till her knees buckle and her body falls back. she leans against the shower wall, cold water still running.

the third sob feels like a punch to the gut. her breathing labored, her lungs feels like they’ve been cut through. her supply of oxygen is lacking, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

between her choked weeping, the stinging water, the tears that now burn her eyes, megan hasn’t noticed anything happening around her, until the water stops. only droplets now remain, falling from the shower facet.

a towel is placed over her shoulder, the material soft against her skin.

megan doesn’t notice the voice whispering against her ears, she doesn’t care either. everything is too much—the feelings, her clouded mind, her trembling hands. she grips onto whoever is holding her, grounding herself.

and soon, when megan’s eyes open, the tears now gone and her vision clear, she sees your ghost-like figure standing in the corner of the bathroom. you’re watching her solemnly, a pained look on your face. your hand twitches at your side, itching to reach out to her.

she watches you, silently.

her heart breaks all over again.

sophia pulls her tightly against her, kissing megan’s temple, and tightens the towel around her younger band member. she holds her, grip unrelenting, letting her know she wasn’t alone. and she doesn’t let go until megan’s exhausted herself, passing out in sophia’s arms.

that night, megan’s sobs rattle the walls of the house. it haunts each member, an indefinite scar embedded deep in their lives.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[wednesday, 11:04am]

for megan, the day starts with peeling the blanket off her body. a simple task, and yet she feels it takes a strenuous amount of effort.

today is a break in the kats’ schedule. grateful for having to do no work, megan takes slow steps as she exits the room. lara is nowhere to be seen. she isn’t in their room, isn’t in the bathroom. megan checks each room of her members. first, she finds yoonchae asleep. then, much like lara, sophia isn’t there either. finally, she discovers manon and daniela’s room is equally as vacant.

she trudges along the hallway of the house. its quiet, oddly quiet. the silence is so deafening to megan, her thoughts scream louder in return.

“morning,” a voice startles her.

megan looks up. she sees daniela, who’s sitting comfortably on the couch. a blanket covers her legs, an opened book perched in her lap.

megan waves, small and timidly.

before daniela can say anything else, megan mumbles an “i’m okay” in her direction. she hopes it’s enough for her member to not worry, hopes that it’ll put daniela’s mind at ease after last night.

daniela watches as megan smiles at her. its unconvincing, doesn’t reach her eyes. like megan is a moment away from another breakdown. the younger member walks on, and daniela continues to follow her with her gaze. megan looks lost, like she’s floating miles away.

daniela sighs, shoots a quick text to sophia.

megan makes quick work of preparing a cup of her coffee. she almost burns herself when pouring the hot water, and yet, it doesn’t sting as much as when she hears your voice.

“you should talk to one of them.” you tell her, voice low and quiet.

megan stirs the spoon in the cup. “i told dani i’m fine, because i am. okay, yn?” her words have a harsh bite.

“you don’t seem like it. i know you aren’t alright, megs.” you respond as delicately as you can, eyebrows creased together.

you’d been in this position before—watching megan carry on as if her world wasn’t crumpling around her. you had to admit though, she does a pretty good job at avoiding such a difficult situation.

“jesus—i’m fine.” she tells you, her tone leaving no room for discussion. and finally, she looks up at you. your transparent-like figure greets her, and megan feels her body run cold.

you swallow down another reply, opting to stay silent.

you can tell her seeing you like this brings an unimaginable amount of pain. it stings in your own chest, like your soul was tethered to hers, even if your heart no longer beats.

megan’s hands shake. she drops the spoon, and it clatters along the kitchen counter, echoing around the room.

she lets out a shuttered breath.

“i’m sorry, yn, i— i don’t mean to push you away.”

she watches as you nod, soundlessly. your fingers dance around each other, holding onto your own so that you ignore the itch to reach for megan’s. even if you did reach for her, you’d never be able to feel her in any case.

“i want to talk about it, i do. but i can’t find the words. i only have this hollowing feeling, like a void is in me, and everywhere around my body.”

megan inhales a sharp breath and turns away, back facing you. her coffee she made leaves her mind as she walks away from the kitchen and back to her room, once again catching the attention of a concerned daniela.

the room is cold. megan leans against the door and thumps the back of her head on it, biting down on her lip so hard she draws blood. she walks over to her bed a moment later, and falls into it. the comforter feels itchy against her skin.

megan doesn’t have to look up to know you’d followed her back to the room. she feels your presence, permanently there.

back in the lounge, daniela listens to the door shutting.

she doesn’t follow immediately. instead, she waits. quietly and carefully.

dani gives her the time, the space. she understands it’s what megan needs the most, what megan has stressed to her members countless times before. but this isn’t just giving her space, this is her letting megan drift further away, so far that daniela fears none of the members would be able to pull her back.

she stands from couch, slow and deliberate. her footsteps are light against the floor as she makes her way to megan and lara’s shared room.

she knocks once, no answer.

when daniela opens the door seconds later, she finds megan kneeling on the floor, her body slumped against the side of her bed. her arm is wrapped around her waist tightly, holding herself. daniela comes closer, kneels down along with her and places a tentative hand against megan’s shoulder.

“‘m f-fine.” megan whispers, but her voice is caught in her throat and she looks as if breathing alone hurts her.

“you don’t have to pretend, megs.” daniela tells her, gently coaxing megan into letting her in. “i know it’s hard, it’s a difficult time. but you don’t have to go through it alone.”

at her words, megan crumbles.

the dam breaks, the pressure too much. megan’s sob is loud and raw, the grief clawing at her chest finally rips free. its ugly, intense, harsh.

megan collapses in daniela’s arm. the latina catches her immediately, leans megan’s head in the crook of her neck. she doesn’t care that the younger wets her skin and t-shirt, doesn’t care that megan’s nails digging in her side is hurtful. she simply holds her, keeping megan up as the grief knocks her down.

time moves strangely in that moment.

neither daniela nor megan is sure how long they sat on the floor. daniela is certain her knees were bruised by now, but still, she rubs a hand up and down megan’s back—until her sobs turn into quiet whimpers, until her breathing evens out.

megan sighs, “thanks.. for being here.”

“always.” daniela locks her hands with megan’s, squeezing it gently.

megan tightens her grip. dani doesn’t let go.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[thursday, 05:37pm]

the afternoon sun pans through the house, warming each and every corner. it’s a pleasant summer day, and the streaks of golden sunlight sets megan in a much better mood.

she’d spent the day lounging around, catching up on some episodes she’d missed over the busy weeks of katseye’s newest comeback. getting into a change of clothes, playing some games, listening to her favorite artists—anything to make her feel better and release her from this slump. you watched from the sidelines the entire day, glad she was taking a step in the right direction.

earlier, she noticed the messy heap of clothes thrown around her room, and the equally messy space in her closet. so, she decided she’d clean.

the sight that greets lara when she enters their room is her roommate, on the floor, folding some t-shirts and stacking them atop on another. she also sees there’s already two shelves thats been rearranged and organized, a small smile gracing her features.

“i take it you’re feeling better.” she says, smoothly crossing the room and flops onto her bed.

megan looks at the girl over her shoulder. “yeah, a little.” she nods, and continues folding some tops. she packs the finished pile onto the shelf, and begins folding again, starting another pile.

lara tilts her head to the side, “that’s good.”

the look in her eyes is less pity and more one of empathy, her gaze burning into megan’s. it makes the younger’s chest hurt, having seen this look for three days now. she tears her eyes away from lara and swallows down a lump in her throat.

they continue to sit in silence, being in one another’s presence as they each do their own thing.

when megan’s finished up with organizing her shelves, she stands up and moves over to open the other closet doors. hoodies and jackets laying on her bed await her, needing to be hung in the closet. she makes it through a couple, before she catches sight of one particular jacket—yours.

her hands become taut around the fabric.

megan’s stilled movements are caught in lara’s peripheral vision. she looks up, studying the chinese girl. her eyes were unblinking, like she’d been frozen in time.

lara doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t speak.

megan didn’t mean for the words to fall out, but when they do, they’re heavy with a kind of sadness that could break a person.

“she used to wear this all the time.”

lara looks at the jacket. it’s a beige color, and she can tells its old from the way the zipper is almost breaking away from the interlocking teeth.

“i mean, it’s cute. i can see why she’d always wear it.” lara replies, without any hesitancy, as if it was a normal interaction between the two.

you’re watching them from megan’s bed, sitting against the pillows. “tell her it was my favorite.” your smile was crooked, some humor in your tone.

“it was her favorite, y’know.” megan repeats, quickly looking up at you. the smile she sees in your face lights a fire in her. it’d been a while since either of you had smiled.

“i’d love to hear more about some of her other favorite things,” lara told her band member. quickly, she adds, “some day.”

her words have you gasping, looking at megan with excitement in your eyes. “ooh! you’ve got to tell her about my favorite spot back home! and also, my favorite movie, it’s a classic. my favorite band —mh, what else?— don’t forget my favorite marvel character!”

megan lets out a quick breath. this was all too much. too many feelings, voices, thoughts. she hears your words, but she isn’t taking them in. instead, her mind is far away, the jacket having unlocked a memory she hadn’t thought of in years.

you’d been sitting in megan’s room for quite some time now. an was an episode of spongebob was playing on her laptop, but she hadn’t been paying much attention.

megan tapped her fingers against her thigh, visibly bored and tired of binging cartoons. she looked at you, chuckling at the way you’re engrossed in the show. she sighed.

“let’s go out!” she yelled, quickly getting off her bed and walking around to get a pair of shoes.

“what? megs, it’s almost eleven p.m.” you replied, looking between her and the laptop.

“so?” she shrugged, tying her laces.

you furrowed your eyebrows, pausing the show and sitting up straighter. “what could we possibly do this late at night?”

“go to a park? get some food?” she offered, grabbing that beige jacket out her closet and throwing it on the bed. “i don’t know! but i’m bored and i fear i have a case of cabin fever.”

you laughed, shaking your head at her. “alright.”

following in her footsteps, you got off the bed and slipped on your shoes. when you were done, you turned around and that’s when you noticed the jacket megan chucked out the closet.

“hey, wait! is this mine?” you asked, looking up at megan while holding the jacket in your hands. the girl turned away sheepishly. “i’ve been looking for this for weeks!”

your mouth hung open in shock, thinking you’d lost the jacket somewhere at school. meanwhile, it’d been in megan’s closet this entire time.

“you had it all this time, you… you thief!”

megan’s already out her bedroom by the time she answered you, giggling to herself. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

later that night, while you two sat in the park and the chilly air whipped past you, megan shivered. she tried to hide it, but you noticed anyway. you’d unzipped your jacket, and even though she protested, claiming you’d catch a cold, you easily slipped it in her, making quick work of zipping up the jacket and gave her your signature smile.

“there, heat up. your nose is all red from the cold.” a scowl was present on your face, but the anger wasn’t serious in anyway. “looks better on you.” you proclaimed.

you stare lingered, warmth in your eyes. it was a look that megan had seen many times, a look that managed to say i love you without ever uttering the words.

a hand on her shoulder pulls her back, firm. stable. grounding.

it isn’t lara’s voice that reaches her ears. instead, it’s yours. you’d gotten off the bed, now standing beside megan. “hey, megs..” she can feel your gaze boring into the side of her head. it stings. she looks away, but your eyes never leave her.

she blinks, not even realizing the little tears that managed to gather in her eyes. megan sniffles, coughs lightly, and places her hand over lara’s. it’s a small gesture, a thank you, her way of saying that she’s grateful lara is here with her.

“i’m sorry,” megan whispers. “i was just— i remembered something.”

lara doesn’t say anything at first. she takes the jacket out megan’s hands, places it back on the bed and sits down. she gently tugs megan to sit with her, and when her body hits the mattress, she feels the weight of everything.

“god, i miss her so much.” megan’s voice is thick with emotion. “i wish i could go back, spend more time with her. tell her how happy she makes me, that i love her. that she’ll always be my best friend.”

lara listens attentively, rubbing a hand over her roommate’s back.

by now, you’ve stepped back. far back into the corner. her words hit you like a punch to the face. she could still tell you this, still talk to you. why had she felt the need to go back?

“those memories, though it hurts to remember, they’re the kindest ones. warm and comforting. hold them close to you, she’d want you to remember the good times.”

megan closes her eyes.

she thought the grief had been over, but now, sitting there, she felt as if this was a wound she’d never heal from.

this torment, agony, it took up space. space she didn’t have room for.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[friday, 04:20am]

it was late and dark, the air chilly.

there was a large commotion that rang through the streets of megan’s childhood home. she had heard them from outside through her bedroom windows, frowning lightly.

megan looked out her window across the street. your undrawn curtains greeted her, giving her a clear view of your bedroom. the light was off, the room vacant and had no sign of you. she slowly searched for her phone in her bed, wondering where you were at this time of night.

maybe you were in the bathroom? perhaps doing your nightly routine. but megan knew you well, she knew you’d always leave your room light on when getting ready for bed.

she typed out a message, hitting send.

she watched as the message delivered. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to wait on a response from you, but something gnawed at her chest, an unsettling feeling that raised her anxiety.

megan tapped on your contact to call you, the ringing loud as she held her phone against her ear. the sounds of blaring sirens distracted her for a moment and she looked away from your bedroom window.

the call went to voicemail, so megan tried again.

that dread she felt settled deeper in her chest. she rose from her bed and walked out the bedroom door, phone still tight in her grip.

when megan reached the living room, she noticed the front door was open. her brother was out for the night, so the only person to have opened the door would be her mom, but why?

her heart began to race. another unanswered call from you.

megan stepped out the door, trudging slowly. down the road, she saw flashing blue and red lights. people gathered on their front lawns, looking out in curiosity.

what the hell was happening?

megan tapped her phone to call you again. this time, she prayed for you to pick up. she thought maybe you would have the answer as to why the neighborhood was so invested in something that clearly didn’t concern them. you always kept up with street gossip, surely you would know why everyone was rattled and out their homes.

she wasn’t sure when she began to walk out into the street, but soon her legs were carrying her to the end of the road. a large group of people stood around, she tapped on a random person’s shoulder to ask them what this was all about, but the person merely shook their head and sighed.

megan quickly spotted her mom and hastily made her way over, eyes frantic. “what’s going on?” she asked. her mom looked at her with deep sorrow, and megan felt terror struck her heart.

her mom eyes were wet with unshed tears. “it’s late dear, go back home. we’ll talk in the morning.”

“talk in the morning? about what?” megan questioned, a frown present. she looked over the crowd of people. “yn isn’t answering any of my calls, and i don’t know where she is.”

“oh, megan…” her mom shakily breathed out.

she peered at megan with something that the chinese couldn’t decipher. was it pity, or was it sympathy? and why was her mom a second away from breaking out into tears?

megan’s head whirled around. she pushed past the people, ignoring the calling of her name. it was difficult to shove through the crowd, but she managed until she reached the front. she let out a huff of air. policemen stood there, trying to assist the crowd. one lightly pushed on her shoulder, his gaze stern.

“miss, you need to step back.” he told her, and megan shoved his arm away. she didn’t mean to be so rough, but no one was telling her anything, and her anxiety was slowly creeping up on her.

“i’m looking for my friend, i need to—”

“this is a private matter. for your safety, please, i need you to step back.” he said calmly, despite the glaring look megan was giving him.

she swallowed down her frustration, nodded silently, and once his attention was elsewhere, megan moved along the barricades that were set up, trying to get closer to the ambulance van that seemed to entrance everyone.

she still had yet to find you.

as she weaved past the people, megan could feel her body go cold. she wasn’t sure if it was from the cool air of the night, or the worrying feeling that seemed to grip onto her, but something was wrong.

a body was laid out on a stretcher, white sheet covering the person. she watched as a medical team rolled the stretcher towards the ambulance as quickly as they could.

then, she saw it.

the hand that hung off the side of the stretcher looked strangely familiar. megan knew every part of you, even your hands. hands that she’s held in her own, hands that caressed her face with such gentleness, hands that she’s kissed over the years from scratches of accidentally hurting yourself.

megan refused to believe it. this person wasn’t you. this person was dead, and you were alive, somewhere out in the world, alive and breathing, and certainly not the one being rolled up the ramp of the ambulance.

it couldn’t have been you. no, megan refused to let such thoughts be thrown around in her head. it was purely coincidence that tonight was the one time she couldn’t get hold of you.

it wasn’t you, right?

her breathing quickened. that dreading feeling she fought so hard to keep at bay seemed to crack through the surface.

megan pushed away the barricade, the object scraping against the road caught the attention of some of the working officers as one made their way over to her. she moved swiftly towards the van, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.

“no, no…” she mumbled, not even realizing the approaching officer. “no! god, please don’t let it be her.” a force pushed her back as an officer tried to hold her down.

“miss, you need to calm down.”

megan looked at him in scrutiny, eyes squinting together as she tried to focus her blurry vision. she vigorously fought against his hold. his voice had an authoritative tone as he spewed out words that flew past megan’s ears. a ringing echoed in her ears, disconnecting her from everything around her. her body weakened, muscles going limp as she let out a wail.

“hey, no! i need to get through. it can’t— it can’t be yn, not my yn!”

she gasped out, pushing hard against the arms that engulfed her. her throat felt dry, her mind had no other thoughts but to get to closer. she struggled, but ultimately the strength of the man overpowered her.

all the panic she felt denied her the truth, but as she looked around, she saw your mom, weeping into the arms of your dad.

time seemed to stop in that moment.

she knew then, it was you. she felt it deep inside, like her soul had been ripped from yours, like someone had teared her apart.

“YN, NO—!”

megan jolts awake with a pant, her body and clothes drenched in sweat.

her legs are tangled in the sheets, the blanket half off the bed. the room is dark, and eerily silent. she sits up, pressing a hand on her chest as she breathes deep to calm her racing heart. the chinese looks to the side to see lara laying soundlessly asleep in her own bed, unaware of the torturous dream that her roommate had just endured.

megan blinks away remaining sleep in her eyes, running a hand through her damp hair. there’s some difficulty in trying to see in the unlit room, but she manages as she slowly peels the sheet off her and gets out of bed. she saunters out the door, moving about the quiet dorm towards the kitchen.

she’s in desperate need of water, gulping it down as if she’s been deprived of it her whole life. water droplets fall down her chin and neck as she drinks messily, breathing heavy and quick through her nose. she closes her eyes to calm herself once again, but all she could see behind her eyelids was the remains of her dream.

“it happened again, didn’t it?”

megan jumps, startled. she places the glass down and looks to her right, head titling up as she stares at your ghostly figure sitting atop the counter. you’re almost transparent, a mix of white and grey glow surrounding you.

she sighs, “yeah.”

“how many times is that now this week?” you ask, frowning at her in concern.

megan shrugs lazily and walks to the sink to place the glass there. “i don’t know. i stopped keeping track.”

you don’t reply as you observe her. megan’s hands are clenched at her side, the skin of her knuckles turning white. her body is hunched over, shoulder blades peeking through the back of the t-shirt that clings to her body. she raises her hands to grip onto the edge of the counter for some form of stability, letting out a shuttered breath and swallows the swell in her throat.

“have you spoken to your mom?” your voice rings through the air, tapping your finger against your hand.

“what’s with all the questions?”

ignoring her, you continue to talk on. “you should call her. the one year mark is coming up since…” you pause, a deep sigh leaving one you realize your words. “since the night it happened.”

megan shuts her eyes. “stop talking, please.”

“okay.” you mumble somberly, averting your gaze to the floor.

guilt begins to flood in your veins. the last thing you want is to upset her further, but as you look over her, you can tell she’s barely hanging on and all you crave is to comfort her.

megan turns back around to face you, though her eyes are trained on the floor. she took in another deep breath, and walks off. she finds herself in the living room, switching on the tv in hopes to distract her mind. silently, your ghostly body follows after her.

you aren’t sure how exactly any of this was possible. to be able to still be with her, that is.

you’d returned to her three days after your death, a week before the funeral. megan rememberers how she was lying in bed, eyes to the ceiling as she pat her hoodie sleeve against her cheeks to dry them. she’d been crying nonstop. she recalled how she let out a shriek at the sight of you sitting atop her desk, as if your body hadn’t been dragged out before her eyes days prior.

at first, she thought she’d gone crazy. how the hell were you still here?

she assumed it had to be her grief stricken mind, struggling to cope with the quick and sudden loss of her best friend. but time passed on, and you stayed with her. it was difficult and a little weird at first, because how was megan supposed to explain that she could still see you? how was she supposed to answer her mom’s questions of dealing with your death when you would be sat right beside her?

it’s a weird phenomenon that to this day neither you or megan would be able to explain. still, you’re glad to be around, even if megan grew older and you were stuck at seventeen.

the sound of the friends intro playing on the screen was is heard. megan had put the volume low enough so that she wouldn’t wake anyone.

you cross your arms over your chest. “skip this episode, i hate it.”

“but it’s one of my favorites.” megan argues, keeping her stare on the screen.

“let’s just watch the next one.” you sink further into the couch, groaning out loud. your head rolls to the side as you glance up at her.

“i’m not listening to you.” she retorts and moves the remote away from you. (as if you’d be able to touch the object anyways.)

“why? because i’m dead?”

“because you’re annoying.”

you snort out a laugh, and for a brief moment megan feels a smile grace her lips.

“it’s nice to see that,” you mumble. “your pretty smile.”

megan chuckles, a larger smile forming. half of it is out of happiness, the other half from the deep sadness that settles in her heart.

seconds later, the smile drops. “i don’t have much to be happy about these days.” she responds, turning back to the tv.

“thats such a lie. didn’t your newest song just drop?” you remark, sarcastically rolling your eyes.

“yeah, but..” megan bites on her bottom lip. the show does little to distract her. “you aren’t here to experience it with me.”

“i am here.” you say, voice firm.

“not in the way i want.”

her voice goes quiet, not entirely there. trembling and hollow. the base of her throat throbs from the truth now laid out bare.

you flinch, her words soft yet razor sharp.

you look away and down at the tiny gap between yours and megan’s legs. they aren’t pressed against one another, and still, you feel the pressure of her being there.

she moves her hand down. it’s now laid out on her thigh, palm facing upwards. her fingers are flexed out, loose. slowly, unknowingly, you reach down and place your hand above hers. then, you lower it down as if you were intertwining your fingers.

your hand passes through hers. there’s nothing but cold air.

your mouth parts, breath catching on the inhale. suddenly, you felt out of place. like you didn’t know where to belong. like being here with megan hurt more than letting her go.

the rawness of the situation hits you both. megan folds into herself, crumbling. her eyes don’t water, she’d cried enough this entire week. but her body feels dark and empty and numb. and you, you’re aching. not only for yourself, but for megan too. you’re witnessing her shattering, but you can’t hold her. can’t feel her. can’t hold her up as she breaks like porcelain.

so, you sit in it.

the hurt. the grief. the misery that’s made a home in both of you.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[saturday, 02:30pm - the anniversary]

the park bench digs into the exposed skin of megan’s legs, and the heat of the sun runs across her body. she exists, quietly, leisurely.

the outside is bright, a colorful hue that contrasts the darkness of her mind. but still, she basks in it, reminds herself that she will be okay.

you’re beside her, as always.

neither of you talk. you’d been giving her space after a long phone call she had with her mom moments prior. her mom asked how she was, told her to come home, visit your grave. megan declined, she didn’t think she had it in her. she doesn’t thinks she ever will.

the year that passed weighed dense on her shoulders. there’s an ache in her bones, a blurry picture of how she managed to make it a full year without you.

except, she’s never without you.

megan thinks, perhaps, the grief sticks to her like glue because you’re still there. perhaps, if you weren’t in this form—a ghost, a figment—she’d move on quicker, easier. but in the same thought, she doesn’t want to let you go. not yet.

not when if she were to lose you again, she’d be losing a piece of herself. permanently.

you let the time pass, not making a sound. if there was one thing about you and megan, it’s that silence was a language you were both fluent in.

but the quietness stretches further, minutes turn into hours of unspoken words.

the sun burns her skin now, blotches of red on her legs. megan breathes, deeply, fully, and exhales. this time, she releases the heaviness thats been her companion for far too long.

that pain she felt, you’d felt it too. every day. all over you. but you keep it to yourself, megan shouldn’t have to deal with your pain too.

not not.

not ever.

yall icl i had no idea how to end this one im sorry :/ also yes i edited and revised all this but if you see any typos pls excuse its like 2am rn im fried 💔💔

[melanchoire]

How about sub!GP reader x dom minji tho?? 🥲🙏 need me some mj fics but with the reader be the gp one

Like their in a party or smth and they've like rivals that's invited to partyyy and one of them gets jealous of the other?? (Academic rivals tho🤞) really can't think of anything but i hope this works🤞🤞🥲🥲

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the photo has NOTHING to do with this but i saw it a few days ago on twitter today and my jaw DROPPED akajdkqk my dear futch minji...

minji being this classmate with whom you have a rivalry because the two of you always seem to compete over who can get the highest grade or who is the best student. no matter if it’s an assignment, a group project, or something simpler like participating in class, you two are always on the verge of tearing each other’s eyes out!

and it’s kind of frustrating because minji is actually a good student :( the typical student who can take an exam without studying and pass it successfully because by listening to the classes and participating, she is able to understand the concepts and does not need to borrow a book from the library. she was a perfect student and always was since elementary school, where children and teachers looked at her with admiration because for a little girl she was quite intelligent for her young age

and you envied that! you had to prepare at least two weeks before an exam, spending your afternoons watching videos of people explaining the concepts and staying up at night to study and reinforce your knowledge 😓 minji would always tease you about it, calling you out when she sees your tired face and dark circles under your eyes, making fun of you and taking pictures of you when you accidentally fell asleep during class while the teacher was talking 😣

your friends finally managed to convince you to go to a party to clear your mind and do something other than mope in your room from studying so much. bad luck for you because minji was here!

leaning against the wall with a can of beer in her hand, looking so carefree while surrounded by her group of friends and chatting with them. you didn’t know why, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her. maybe it was the carefree way she carried herself, always having a relaxed facial expression that made it seem like she was serious most of the time… or maybe it was that mischievous glint her dark eyes had, the slight curve of a smirk on her lips or how she bit her lower lip every time she suppressed a smile or small laugh for something her friends said…

and suddenly you felt jealous of the glances she gave her friends?? they weren’t flirtatious glances or glances that insinuate something, just common and unimportant glances. but you couldn’t take your eyes off minji, unconsciously squeezing your own can of drink as your eyes were glued to the scene a few feet away from you, ignoring the conversation your own group of friends were having around you

until minji noticed your gaze and smirked at you

and well, you ended up here

“i didn’t know a pretty little thing like you could have… this.” minji coos, frowning slightly as her hand torturously runs up and down your length.

you never thought it would end here; in the bathroom of the house of the person who organized the party, face to face with your said rival but with your dress above your hips and her putting you in such a vulnerable and humiliating state

“but… i think it’s cute how you always try to be a cold bitch on the outside and give me those stern looks, but really you just need some attention.” and her words make you feel so dizzy because of her honey–sweet tone of voice and low tone 😵‍💫 minji was killing you right now, being so sweet with words but teasing you at the same time

“minji you’re a— oh shit!” she had started to move her hand faster, at the same time using her thumb to make circles on the tip of the head of your cock 🫠 the exaggerated amount of precum sliding down your cock was making you feel embarrassed and dirty, making you want to dig your own grave and hide right there to never come out again, but you won’t get rid of minji easily! she might have her hand on your cock, but her eyes were on your face, analyzing your every reaction to her little actions

ohhh and the grin that appears on her lips when she notices how sensitive and dumb she was making you feel 🥴 she can’t contain her satisfaction, smirking shamelessly as she closes her eyes and lets out a small giggle. “you know, (y/n)–ah? you always look so stressed during exam preparations. i thought it was because you were nervous because of studying and getting ready for the exam, but…” she brings her face closer to yours, using one hand to lift your chin and make you look into her eyes. “i think you just needed this kind of attention from me.”

minji’s lips on yours at all times, kissing you and swallowing your moans because now she was jerking off your cock at a speed that made you mega loud and made your knees shake at this 😣 luckily minji was here to help you, using her body to press yours against the door to make sure you don’t fall while she has her way with you, jerking off while her free hand occasionally played with your balls and gave them subtle squeezes just because she loved hearing your sweet moans!

cumming and making a complete mess on minji’s hand, your thighs, on the floor 😖 your head was spinning from the alcohol and the orgasm you just had, but all you remember is minji fixing your clothes and taking you by the hand, guiding you out of the party and taking you with her to have more fun later 😉

[emeraldserenade]

hi!!! I was wondering if we could get a congresswomen!reader (Kinda Like Bucky?) with Joaquin? Like she's a thunderbolt (incorporate that however you want) and they are in love in secret

They are always stealing glances at each other and meeting up quietly even after the whole suing process

So imagine how the internet would react when two suppose 'enemys' are seen kissing (hugging if perfer). How would sam and bucky (my shaylasssss) react?

thank you so much in advance, you've been the only person who's actually done this request (if you do 🤞)

kisses, adria

Secret Lovers ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You and Joaquín kept your relationship a secret for as long as you could

tw: fem!reader, reader's superhero name is Mystic, slight smau (there are some insta posts), cursing, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, Adria!! I love the secret lovers troupe so much!! I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to fulfill this request but here you go!! I'm listening to Smosh Reddit Stories and they are keeping me going with writing today!!

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You met Joaquín before the whole suing process started, you were just visiting DC for your job as a congresswoman. You ran into him at the grocery store, tired of eating out and wanting to use the kitchenette in your hotel room. You literally ran into him, full on chest to chest, fall on the floor run into him.

"I'm sorry!" You announced from the floor, embarrassment tinging your tone. "I wasn't paying attention where I was going," you added on, accepting his hand to help help you up.

"You're the one that ended up on the floor and you're sorry?" He teased, his brown eyes sparkling under the florescent lights. You noted how unfair it was that he still looked so good under the unforgiving lights. "I'm Joaquín Torres, by the way," he offered his hand and you took it. You offered your name before speaking again.

"I ran into you, it's my fault. So yeah, I'm sorry," you told him, fake outrage in your tone. One that was easily seen through and laughed about. "But really, I am sorry about running into you," you added on, seriousness lacing every word.

"Well, can I take you out on a date then? Just so you can prove how sorry you truly are," he questioned and you smiled.

"I'm only in town for a few more days," you told him and his smile just widened.

"Then we can go out tonight," he said and you had a twinge of guilt in your stomach for what you were about to say.

"Joaquín, I'm sorry but I've done nothing but eat out for the last few days. I was really hoping to eat something homemade, or hotel kitchenette made really," you told him but his smile didn't waver.

"You can come over to mine, I'll make us dinner," he offered and when he saw you about to argue he kept talking. "I have no other motive, I truly want to go out with you. And I'm a great cook, I learned from my mamá," Joaquín said and you relented at the handsome man's words.

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That dinner started your relationship, one you two kept hidden because of the public nature of both of your jobs. Or at least, it started as just the public nature of your job before he became Falcon, then it was both of your jobs. But then you were forced into being a New Avenger. Very publicly in fact, so public that Joaquín called you not even a few minutes after the press release.

"Baby, what's with this New Avengers thing?" Joaquín questioned, no 'hi' or 'hello'. No 'I miss you' or 'how are you'.

"Fuck if I know! Valentina Allegra de Fontaine is crazy! That man, the one in the blue sweater, he was apart of her human experimentation. I wasn't even aware there was press behind that curtain of rubble!" You ranted and you heard Joaquín sigh lightly.

"Baby, I miss you," he said and you relaxed, realizing he wasn't mad at you.

"I miss you too," you told him, ignoring the looks from the others as they walked closer to you. You walked farther away, trying to keep your conversation private. "How are you healing?" You asked, worried about his incident at Celestial Island.

"I'm ok, just wishing you were here to kiss my booboos better," he joked and you let yourself smile.

"I'll come visit when I can, I promise," you told him. "I love you so much, honey," you told him.

"I love you more," he told you before the line went dead.

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Sneaking around with Joaquín got harder once Sam started to sue The Thunderbolts, you still refused to call yourself New Avengers. Your job as a congresswoman was put on the back burner by some higher ups so you could focus on the new team, and that made it harder for you to justify going to DC whenever.

You went anyway, claiming you were meeting with other people who wanted your opinion. But you were standing outside Joaquín's house as you waited for him to open the door. "Angel, you're here," Joaquín breathed out and pulled you into a kiss. You melted into it, running your hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and locking your arms around his neck.

"I said I was coming," you told him as you pulled away to breathe.

"I know, I'm just happy to see you," he said, pulling you in for another kiss.

You two were completely unaware of someone taking a photo of you two kissing on Joaquín's porch. But it wouldn't stay that way for long, both of your phones were blowing up not even an hour later. You were just trying to peacefully watch a movie together when you finally checked what was happening.

Lena: Care to explain this? Lena: Congresswoman and New Avenger Y/n kissing Falcon on his porch

Bucky: Y/n, what is this about you kissing that Torres boy? Bucky: I'm not mad at you. The opposite actually, you picked a good man if you're dating

Valentia: Not all press is good press Valentia: Star Crossed Lovers Falcon and Mystic?

You looked at Joaquín and he just showed you the messages from Sam.

Sam: Joaquín, are you dating y/n? Sam: I'm not mad Sam: I just need to know Sam: She's a good choice if you are dating

"We're fucked," you muttered before you had an idea. "We need to set the record straight," you told him and he looked at you.

"How?" His smile was still on his face.

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You thought the fallout of you and Joaquín being together would be worse. But it seemed to fix a lot of things, Valentia was forced into letting you do a press conference without her there. You took that press conference to change the name back to The Thunderbolts, which ended the suing process. "And I want to clear up some confusion, we did not agree to be called New Avengers. In fact, we would rather be known as The Thunderbolts. Valentia Allegra de Fontaine named us without our knowledge or consent, so if you would be so kind as to call us by The Thunderbolts, we would greatly appreciate it," you gave them your practiced smile, the one that said you weren't changing your mind.

"You're one smart woman, y/n," Sam said to you as you walked off the stage; he was there with Joaquín while you did the press release.

"Thank you, Sam. I figured this would be a better use of my time instead of answering questions I'd rather not," you said right before Joaquín pulled you in by the waist to kiss you. You heard the clamoring of people behind you before the flashes and clicks of cameras went off. You smiled into the kiss but pulled Joaquín closer, if they wanted photos, you two would give them photos.

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⟳ 20. RESIGNED

The scent of petrichor clings to the air as you walk along the damp pavement, the aftermath of last night’s storm lingering in the quiet corners of campus. The afternoon sky is overcast but calm, the violent downpour of the past few days finally giving way to something gentler, like the eye of a storm that’s already passed.

It reminds you of how things ended with Kuni: sudden, consuming, and now… strangely still.

The kind of stillness that settles only after you’ve accepted there’s nothing left to fight for.

You tuck your hands into your jacket as you approach the campus gate. There’s the low chatter of other students heading home, the distant hum of traffic, the faint splash of water under someone’s hurried steps.

And then you see him.

This seems to happen often.

No matter how much you try, you can never seem to avoid him.

Leaning against the gatepost, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd like he’s looking for someone.

Your body halts on instinct.

It’s a muscle memory. Like something in you still recognizes him as someone important even though your heart’s already sworn off trying.

Without thinking, you step back behind a pillar, keeping yourself hidden but still able to see. You watch as he straightens a little, glancing down the road.

You don’t wonder who he’s waiting for.

You already know.

Then, as if the universe can read your thoughts, she steps into view.

She walks up to him like she’s done it a thousand times before, easy and familiar. You don’t hear what she says, but you see the way she smiles, the casual touch on his arm.

Kuni doesn’t pull away.

Your chest tightens, but you crush it quickly. It’s not new. You’ve known. You’ve known for weeks now. They’re back in each other’s orbit, and that has nothing to do with you anymore.

That chapter’s closed.

You try to force yourself to look away, only to hear a voice call your name, a little too loud for your liking.

“[Name]!”

It’s Lumi, waving as she walks up. She follows your previous line of sight and stops.

“Seriously?” she says, not unkind, but firm. “Stop doing this to yourself.”

“It’s not like I asked for them to be here,” you mutter.

But when you glance back toward the gate, something shifts in your stomach.

He’s looking at you.

Just for a second. Your eyes lock. There’s something unreadable on his face. Surprise, maybe, or something else. But then he turns away, says something to Mona, and the two of them begin to walk off together.

Whatever that moment was, it’s gone just as quickly as it came.

Lumi loops her arm through yours and pats your head. “Come on. Don’t mind him. The others will be here soon.”

You nod, letting Lumi pull you forward, your chest still aching with something you don’t have a name for.

Not anymore.

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You say you’re just friends. You say it every time you leave a party together, every time you wake up tangled in sheets, every time you swear it’s the last time. But habits form, lines blur, and pretending gets harder when jealousy starts to sting.

NOTE in celebration of my defense going well, here’s a slightly early update! thank god that was over, now i’m secured to graduate 🤞 i might update more this weekend

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[sakachichi]

Drabble!Satoru The new craze is Pilates, all your girlfriends are doing it so you join in on the fun. Making it part of your daily routine, every morning walking in with your tight rompers, every inch of the stretchy fabric hugging your curves just right — your ass most importantly :p

Your Pilates class was inside a gym, in a room all the way in the very back, so you have to walk throughout the entire gym to get to it. And every morning you walk past Satoru Gojo himself, but without a care of course! Barely even noticing he’s there. You’ve seen him before of course, and thought he was super cute but up to there — nothing more. But he sees you, every morning, with your cute baby pink gym bag with your matching water bottle, your flashy colored rompers, and your hair and makeup done.

Soooo many girls are dressed the same, it’s nothing new honestly, but you…you are different. The way you carry yourself, like you got all your shit together and this was just something fun you go to, the way you smile every morning, that cute bounce in every step you take (making your booty jiggle just right) and your sweet enticing scent following so intensely behind you. Fuck, he’s so attracted to you he’s going crazy.

After a few weeks of seeing you constantly he finally shoots his shot and talks to you, but you're obviously in a hurry so it’s not for long. “Hey, Satoru” he reaches out a hand, abruptly you stop and smile wide at him (he’s so fucking cute) taking his hand replying with your name. “If you're looking for a trainer, you know…hit me up” you nod, “sure” and off you go taking your cute confident strides. His friends chuckle at his ‘failed’ attempt, but he’s confident you're his.

And he was right, after more attempts of building somewhat of a relationship, you guys finally greet each other and have small talk every morning. And one day after class, you were the last one there (which was weird because you always leave with your friends) Satoru obviously concerned, he goes to check up on you.

Satoru walks in on you, bending over and touching your toes, “oh hey!” He greets you, waving at you, slowly you get back up, “hi!” You reply, “just stretching before I leave” you giggle as you gather your things, and he’s just standing there staring at your tits. “Your flexible as fuck, damn” his face in awe as you chuckle, slinging your bag over your shoulder, “yea?” And he replies with another short yea. The both of you just stand there, stupidly smiling and staring at each other. And one thing leads to another and suddenly your bent over the Pilates machine with his cock buried so deeeeep inside you, leg up high as you look back at him.

“Shiiit, you’re so fucking sexy” he moans, slapping your ass making you whine, “you’ve been wanting to fuck me huh? Been wanting to be buried deep in my pussy” you talk back, biting your lip and rolling your eyes back as he hits your cervix so good. “Fuck you’re nasty, who knew you’d have such a dirty mouth?” His fingers squish your cheeks together making your lips create a ‘o’ shape, “pussy just as nasty, getting wet for a guy you barely know, have you always been this slutty?” And it’s like his words are making him even more needy as he starts fucking so much harder than before.

“Mmmm’fuck s-sato!” You moan you grip at the leather under you, the slapping sounds are so nasty bouncing off the walls. And then two of you cum together almost like it’s rehearsed, harmonizing your moans, groans, whimpers, and grunts. So lewd it’s beautiful, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. “And you're letting me cum in you? What else would you let me do, Hmm?”

Yeaaaaaa this ones my favorite 😛😛 yall can imagine the way im imagining this right????? I might release a fic soon primas so keep a look out 🤞🌝 I’m posting these “drabbles” to keep yall fed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also looking for some primas to moot 😻😽

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: A recap of everything; the people and moments in your life recently. A rewind to reminice on how many years you and spencer have known one another. And a fast-forward on what is to come in your life in becoming a movie-star.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, jealous!Spencer, angst, social media au, attempt at comedy, slowburn, light swearing, fluff, mutual pinning, irl celebrities, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART TWO | PATH THREE | PART FOUR

─ · · A/N: thank you so much for this ask, anon! post number 200 for me yippee!

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username27 I aspire to be as cool as you 😔

username11 watched the apology video, I forgive you!

username88 please be in more videos with Damien, I love your dynamics!

username19 did anyone manage to see spencers deleted comment?

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ianhecox one of my favorite duos

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co_mill love you two!

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spennser 12 years went by way too quickly with you.

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username19 anyone else raising eyebrows to that last pic?

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smoshgames we are so happy for our parents!

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─ · · A/N: something a bit different, what did you all think? thank you all for the support on every part so far- means a lot to me and makes me want to write more! what are you looking for to in the next part?

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[astonmartinii]

guess who? | yuki tsunoda social media au

pairing: fem yuki tsunoda x popstar!reader

wait, who is y/n's special guest?

Hello! Idk if you take in request for Yuki Tsunoda? But I'll give this a try! Pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Popstar!YN (face claim could be sabrina or whoever you want!) Summary: yuki is caught attending yn's concert and then some of yn's fans mentioned that maybe yuki is the special guest yn has been hinting at. So, everyone on social media + the drivers are going crazy to see if YN and Yuki know each other. And then some eagle eyed YN+Yuki fans point out how one of YN's songs are about Yuki - @notesmadefromthedark

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y/ncentral: y/n at her show in london last night. she mentioned that she had a special guest in attendance and some familiar faces in the crowd included f1 drivers pierre gasly, charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, max verstappen and yuki tsunoda !! do you think it might be one of them?

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user2: can one of the f1 girls give us a quick run down on these men?

user3: quick fire. pierre - slag but has a gf. charles - homie hopper but has a gf. daniel - goofy. max - serious on track but goofy off track. yuki - lilttle cinnamon roll (do not listen to his radios)

user2: thank you for your service - who should i root for to be with y/n?

user4: if she's dating max at least she'd be dating a serial winner?

user5: but i feel like her and daniel would such a fun couple like?

user6: but yuki is a king and i honest to god hope it is him

user7: can this be fake news? my wife is at home with our kids?

user8: the way i know this trip was yuki's idea

user9: ???

user8: yuki mentioned in a marketing video a while back that he loves her music

user10: + pierre said the best thing about no longer being teammates with yuki is that he doesn't have to listen to him blast y/n's music

user11: + in a q&a he was asked who he'd most like to meet at a race and he said y/n or jason statham?

user12: the more i hear the more i want it to be yuki

user13: i need it to be yuki so that all the y/n fans can be yuki fans and we can become unstoppable

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user14: WHO WHO WHO are they from 😭😭😭

user15: daniel 🤞

user16: yuki 🙏

yukitsunoda0511: wonderful show y/n :)))))))))

yourusername: thank you lovely, great to see you again x

yukitsunoda0511: safe travels !

user17: he's such a dork i love him

user18: i just stalked his page it needs to be him your honour

user19: AGAIN??? AGAIN??? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS

danielricciardo: sick set y/n but i think being a superfan of you just comes with being an alpha tauri employee

yourusername: i didn't see you complaining buster

danielricciardo: obviously i have welcomed this period of enlightenment in my life

yukitsunoda0511: you said you enjoyed karaoke :(

danielricciardo: i did !! but i was under the impression that it would be more songs than just y/n ones

yukitsunoda0511: :(((((( i had fun :(

yourusername: i'm sure you have the voice of an angel

yukitsunoda0511: :) x

user20: i don't know what the hell is going on but if it's not yuki then i think he might get his heart broken

pierregasly: i think yuki saw god that night

yukitsunoda0511: and god is a woman :)

yourusername: 😊

user21: i've seen enough - Y/N PLEASE MARRY THIS MAN

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yukitsunoda0511: best concert ever ! thank you y/n :)

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user22: for my sanity i need them to be together

maxverstappen1: thanks mate. it was actually a group trip to london, glad to see we made it to the post

charles_leclerc: we're nothing to him compared to y/n

yourusername: as he should

pierregasly: what about his beloved friends who slaved away to get the tickets?

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: also i sent you those tickets ???

pierregasly: shush they don't need to know that

yukitsunoda0511: thank YOU for the tickets y/n, sorry i had to bring along these stray cats

maxverstappen1: ugh i'm literally a pedigree bengal but whatever 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: their little arguments are quietly endearing

yukitsunoda0511: as long as you liked me the most they can endear you all they want

yourusername: of course you're my fave yuki :)

charles_leclerc: 🙄

user23: very much enjoying y/n getting involved in all of these tussles between the grid

user24: okay but the real question here is when are we getting the y/n x xnda collab?

danielricciardo: do OUR sushi dates mean nothing?

pierregasly: you're only just realising that we're nothing to him

yukitsunoda0511: you guys are so dramatic

liamlawson30: i was the first victim of yuki. you think you're special to him and then BAM

yukitsunoda0511: they weren't sushi dates. we went as pals. of course i wouldn't post that

pierregasly: so it was a DATE? 🤨

user25: we need investigator gasly on this immediately

yukitsunoda0511: as if the baguette man could do anything

pierregasly: SACRE BLEU ?!

yourusername: 😭 😭 😭

pierregasly: you have changed yuki-san and GASP! y/n i expected better of you

yourusername: why are you typing your stage directions ???

pierregasly: i am EMOTIONAL

user26: yukierre found dead in their la mansion

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yourusername: a soft launch suitable for my soft boy

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user28: you might want to soft launch but we don't want to

user29: the suspense might just kill me

pierregasly: inchresting, very INTERESTING

yourusername: you got something to say buddy

pierregasly: maybe now i know where the little man gets all his sass

yourusername: or maybe you are just slayphobic

pierregasly: as if ! have you seen this hair, that is a serve. my gf told me so

yourusername: i have also seen your hairline

kikagomes: oop.

pierregasly: blocked.

user30: the way this little scuffle just proved the soft launch invalid cause it has to be yuki - only he would know the hairline blow

user31: golly gosh this is all very dramatic

user32: the way we know yuki was feeding her all these insults.

user33: i know that hairline comment cut deep

yukitsunoda0511: that sunset is almost as pretty as you

yourusername: you're so sweet yuki!

user34: f1 girly here - is this how y/n flirts or is she just being nice

user35: it is in my professional opinion that she is down bad

user36: plus they've clearly been together a while if y/n is able to playfully argue with his friends like this

charles_leclerc: as the intellectual on the grid, what is your current read?

yourusername: before the coffee gets cold - recommended by the REAL intellectual on the grid

maxverstappen1: INTELLECTUAL MY ASS

danielricciardo: stop trying to look good in front of the pop star we're all freaks

yukitsunoda0511: speak for yourself daniel

user37: not to be the real freak here but before the coffee gets cold is a japanese book so more evidence of mystery man being yuki !!

user38: do NOT threaten me with a good time

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yukitsunoda0511: i've been quiet too long, look at my girlfriend !!!!!!!!!!

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user39: wake up babe new mum and dad just dropped.

danielricciardo: worst kept secret of all time

yourusername: we've been together for over a year, dan.

danielricciardo: WHAT

yukitsunoda0511: aren't you proud of me daniel? i'm sorry i didn't tell you but you've got a big mouth both figuratively and literally

danielricciardo: i am SHOCKED. why did you just gag me so bad?

yourusername: you saw the show. i have sass. he has sass. together we are unstoppable

pierregasly: run daniel you saw how they came for my hairline

user40: wait it was so obvious it was yuki based on the london nonsense outro: my baby be screaming down the microphone, with me you don't have to watch your tone, i just want to come and sit on your throne

user41: the microphone? as in the radios? the iconic yuki radios?

user42: "with me you don't have to watch your tone" EAT MY MASS HELMUT MARKO

user42: wait NOT LIKE THAT

maxverstappen1: for all of our sakes please do not analyse the throne line

yourusername: it's a throne fit for a queen ❤️

yukitsunoda0511: hehehehehehee

maxverstappen1: SHUT THE FUCK UP

user43: living for yuki and y/n terrorising the grid

pierregasly: also don't think i didn't see you said OVER A YEAR - are you kidding me right now ???????????

yukitsunoda0511: nope.

pierregasly: i am HURT

yukitsunoda0511: why? you have an even bigger mouth than daniel, y/n and i just wanted privacy

pierregasly: i would NEVER

yourusername: you once commented on a public instagram about liking doggy

pierregasly: well..... when you put it like that....

yourusername: i love you yuki, thanks for the best year ever and for the best forever with you

yukitsunoda0511: i love you too, i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate

yourusername: my muse ❤️

user44: i just got called single in like ten billion different languages :(

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yourusername: f1 and all that jazz 👍

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user47: when two queens come together to maximise their joint slay

yukitsunoda0511: can you always be there when i get out of the car?

yourusername: i wish i could :(

yukitsunoda0511: not even if i say pretty please 🥺

yourusername: i don't think i can ever say no to you baby

user48: your favourite bite size couple

pierregasly: guys don't make fun of them they will try and bite your ankles

yourusername: you're literally 5'5

yukitsunoda0511: only real men can be short kings, you're a short peasant at most

pierregasly: actually y/n you're now banned from the paddock

yourusername: you're too busy watching out for your ankles when you should be watching your mirrors

pierregasly: are you threatening me?

yourusername: i have full faith in yuki, it's a promise

yukitsunoda0511: thanks babe x

user49: i love when a couple don't play about each other

user50: yuki has publicly been in love with y/n for years and landed his dream girl, he's standing on business

fernandoalo_oficial: yuki-san! you've done well, you and y/n are a wonderful couple

pierregasly: so they weren't mean to you?

yourusername: we respect our elders

yukitsunoda0511: and we love fernando!

fernandoalo_oficial: wait. i'm not old

yourusername: we meant wise!

yukitsunoda0511: no we didn't old man

user51: yuki was patient zero of the sassy man apocalypse

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yukitsunoda0511: couldn't be happier, oh p5 was pretty good as well

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user52: i love how he got alpha tauri's best points finish of the year so far but he's like no my hot gf is more important

user53: he is what all men should aspire to be

yourusername: couldn't be prouder, racer boy x

yukitsunoda0511: had to put on my best performance for my love

yourusername: i'd be proud no matter what baby

yukitsunoda0511: do i still get a reward?

yourusername: about to inspire a whole new nonsense outro

charles_leclerc: okaY THAT'S ENOUGH

user54: the way yuki was practically bouncing off the walls in the post race interviews

user55: his smile was impressively wide when he was asked about any extra motivation this weekend

landonorris: yuki-san when were you going to introduce me to y/n? i'm the only one who willingly did nonsense karaoke with you - i sang about your dick with you? does that mean nothing?

yukitsunoda0511: lando !!! we love you and your willingness to sing about my dick

yourusername: what he means is that i'm doing an acoustic session and would love to invite you. he got cornered by max after the race and has had far too many gin and tonics

landonorris: omg count me in, yuki i love you and i love your girlfriend

yukitsunoda0511: NOT MORE THAN ME

landonorris: no buddy, i'll let you have that one

yukitsunoda0511: I LOVE Y/N THE MOST EVER IN THE WORLD

yourusername: love you too baby @maxverstappen1 no more g&ts

maxverstappen1: whoops 😬

user56: drunk yuki you have my heart

user57: i will do anything for an invite to the acoustic session I DESERVE IT

danielricciardo: can you two stop being so cute, you're making me look bad

yourusername: no can do, i wanna treat my man the way he should

yukitsunoda0511: i was put on this earth to worship y/n 👍

yourusername: * and slaying in f1

yukitsunoda0511: and slaying in f1

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yourusername: the boy who made me a certified sap :)

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user61: so like can we start counting down to the new album yet

user62: ready for a full album with the energy of nonsense

yukitsunoda0511: not the jacket picture

yourusername: but it's so cute, you playing rugby does something to me

yukitsunoda0511: the guys said i was pretty good

yourusername: no no no just for my eyes your face is too handsome to get mashed up

yukitsunoda0511: why thank you, but no one will ever be as beautiful as you

user63: yes they are mother and father, but they also need to shut the fuck up i am too lonely to read this stuff without being institutionalised

user64: so real of you

alexalbon: faves. but also. i can't believe i'm so good at photography that i made yuki look TALL

yukitsunoda0511: it's not how tall you are but how you are tall

yourusername: exactly

alexalbon: what the fuck is that supposed to mean

yourusername: some people are tall and act like they're short whereas some people are short but have taller energy

alexalbon: is this just a riddle about how big yuki's dick is

yourusername: you said it not me. i wasn't lying when i said i sit on a throne

yukitsunoda0511: hehehehe

alexalbon: i started off being nice today. but you people have pushed me too far it's already bad enough that whenever lily blasts your album that i know it's about yuki

yourusername: sounds like a you problem

user65: y/n really out here like oh you think yuki is JUST a cutie pie ?

fin.

note: thanks for reading, i hope you enjoyed and this is what you were looking for. yuki is so underrated and that rugby video did actually change my life x

[lilirari]

🫧 basically just going on different kinds of dates with lando <3

💌 lando norris x fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : i loved making this fr !! i was going to include some writing parts but.. i kinda got lazy 🧍‍♀️ if you guys want the writing part though, i'll work on it and post it. the part two to this + oscar's version is also in the works !

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧩 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ lego date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram lego date with the loml ! he gave me that bouquet of lego flowers in the morning 🥹🤍 last pic is him trying to find that one missing lego piece.

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landonorris pretty flowers for my pretty flower ♡

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landonorris ok but did you take that piece 🤨

-> yourinstagram no oscar ate it

-> oscarpiastri i did what

-> landonorris oscar regurgitate my lego piece

-> oscarpiastri I DIDN'T EAT YOUR LEGO PIECE I WASN'T EVEN PRESENT DURING YOUR SILLY LITTLE DATE

charles_leclerc what a fun idea ! 🤍

carlossainz55 😍

lilymhe @/alex_albon where's my lego bouquet 😒

-> alex_albon you can make your own

-> lilymhe wtf

danielricciardo very cute

pierregasly je devrais en faire un pour kika 🥰

-> yourinstagram yes you should 🫡 she'd love it

oscarpiastri i'm surprised he has the attention span to build a whole lego bouquet

-> alex_albon right ???

-> landonorris STFU

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🎡 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ amusement park date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram third-wheeled my boyfriend and his boy space friend today. i would've included the video i took of lan screaming while we were on the rollercoaster but i'll have mercy on your ears for the time being 😞

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landonorris wdym boy space friend he's literally my boyfriend

-> yourinstagram ... wow ok didn't expect you to come out of the closet this soon 😦📸

-> landonorris sorry love, it's always been max 🫣🤞

-> maxfewtrell .. um yeah no y/n take him away i don't want him

landonorris baby, istg if you show anyone that video...

-> yourinstagram i promise i won't show it to anyone dw pookie 😘

lnfour 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri send me that video of lando

-> yourinstagram i already did

-> oscarpiastri nice

-> landonorris ???

-> landonorris whatever happened to 'i promise i won't show it to anyone' ?

-> yourinstagram ... oops 😅

-> landonorris 😃

riabish aww wish i could've joined you today ☹️

carmenmmundt the cutest couple ! ❤️

alex_albon i desperately need that video

-> yourinstagram sent 🫡

-> landonorris Y/N !!!!

-> yourinstagram oops i gtg🏃‍♀️

quadrant our parents ! (and max)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🍣 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ sushi date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram hey guys i have some news... lando and i have recently separated ways because of the contrast in our interests. i wish him nothing but the worst and i hope all his christmas gifts will be fish related xx

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landonorris STOP

landonorris all this because i won't eat sushi for you..

-> yourinstagram if you won't eat sushi for me i don't want you get away !!

-> landonorris ... if i eat One (1) sushi for you will you stop this madness

-> yourinstagram maybe.. maybe not ☺️

-> landonorris baby give me a definite answer

-> yourinstagram ok ok i'll stop if you eat one

-> landonorris .. fine i'm doing this only for you

-> yourinstagram hehe i love u

landonorris guys we're still together don't worry she's just spreading fake news like a LIAR

-> yourinstagram girl spelt backwards it's liar 🤭

carlossainz55 sushi... war flashbacks

-> yourinstagram CARLOS HELDPDHSHDHDH

-> yourinstagram " iT's nEaR a fiSh "

-> yourinstagram i got him to eat an actual sushi though i won

-> carlossainz55 damn you did the impossible it must be true love

yukitsunoda0511 please get back together i'll make fishless sushi for you lando please just get back with y/n 😭

-> yourinstagram OH YUKI NO WE DIDN'T ACTUALLY BROKE UP DON'T WORRY 🥹

-> yukitsunoda0511 oh ok that's good.. please don't worry me like this again

-> yourinstagram yessir i'm sorry 😞🫡

pierregasly not the two of you worrying yuki.. it's on sight 🔫

-> yourinstagram i'm not scared of a hon hon hon baguette frenchie

-> landonorris yeah what she said go water your baguettes or sumn pierre

-> pierregasly i take pride in being a french man you guys are just haters 😒

-> yourinstagram that we are 🫶

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⛳ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ golf date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram once a third wheel, always a third wheel. i need someone to look at me the way carlos looks at my boyfriend 😞

ps the staff handed me that merc golf ball since they're sponsoring this golf course @/mclaren i promise i'm still loyal to you guys

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landonorris i already look at you the way carlos looks at me 😞

landonorris baby i love you but was it really necessary to post that picture in the sixth slide 🥲

-> yourinstagram yes it was !! it's like a preview of spiderlando

-> landonorris you and your love for spider-man.. should we dress up as peter and gwen/mj the next halloween ?

-> yourinstagram OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK !! a thousand times yes 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri the replies under lando's comment got me thinking y'all were getting married 🧍

-> yourinstagram i mean that'd be my reaction if he proposed to me anyways

-> landonorris marriage proposal coming up in a few years 😁

carlossainz55 i need someone to look at me the way i look at lando 😭

alex_albon what is he doing in that sixth slide...

-> landonorris that's how pro golfers play, you rookie

mercedesamgf1 you got great choice in golf courses and golf balls, y/n 🤭

mclaren please take y/n to a mclaren sponsored golf course next time @/landonorris ☺️

-> landonorris you got it boss

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧸 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ babysitting date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram babysitting my nephew and little mila with uncle la-la ! feat baby lan (even after all these years, nothing's changed 🥹)

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yourinstagram baby fever went off the charts today

-> danielricciardo when are you and lando going to have a baby 😁

-> landonorris we can make one now if you want, y/n 😏

-> yourinstagram LANDO !! 😭😭 but yeah i can't wait to get married and have children soon...

-> landonorris you'd be the bestest mum 🫶

-> danielricciardo can i be the cool uncle

-> yourinstagram ofc danny no one's as cool as you !!

-> danielricciardo great 😁😁

landonorris i'm the best babysitter in the world

landonorris where did you find that baby picture of me

-> yourinstagram your mum sent it to me 🥹 you were so cute back then

-> landonorris am i not cute now

-> yourinstagram no 🤍

-> landonorris i hate u

-> yourinstagram love u too xx

savnorris thanks for babysitting mila today ! she loves you both so much ! 🫶 (auntie y/n a little bit more 🤭)

-> yourinstagram aww, no need savvy !! i had so much fun babysitting mila she's the cutest :( please call me the next time you need a babysitter i genuinely love spending time with her <3

-> yourinstagram also in your face @/landonorris mila loves me more than u 😝

-> landonorris ... mila how could you betray your uncle la-la 🤭😞

alexandrasaintmleux the matching shoes ☹️❤️

yoursister life savers !! thanks for babysitting kai on such a short notice, sis & lando ! 🤍

-> landonorris anytime (soon to be) sister in law 🫡

oscarpiastri can lily and i babysit them with you guys the next time

-> yourinstagram ofc pastry <3

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🛏️ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ nap date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram and it's all too much for little lando norris.

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landonorris my girlfriend's hotter than all of you

-> yourinstagram my boyfriend's hotter than all of you

landonorris why do you have so many pictures of me sleeping..

-> yourinstagram because you're always falling asleep everywhere

-> landonorris fair point

landonorris come back to bed i wanna cuddle you

-> yourinstagram coming !! 🏃‍♀️

carlossainz55 😴❤️

charles_leclerc silly lando 😆

alex_albon is he really sleeping on the floor 😭

danielricciardo wake up babe new lando sleeping content just dropped

maxfewtrell god he's such a simp for you

oscarpiastri saving these for future purposes (blackmail)

-> landonorris wtf man

mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡

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© LILIRARI, 2023 ★

[edenspoem]

ellie never takes injury blithely. not with you, and not while in seattle. every second counts, in every matter possible. shepherding purgatory to abby, recovering tommy; the plan is a mirrored millpond, where every taken action is carefully watched, and nothing disrupts the gentle infrastructure. that is, until it was shaken by a setback of seraphite sorts and left you with an injured ankle. the theater became your constant panorama, with ellie trickling in here and there. always with a story to entertain boredom, sometimes written in blood. the seconds with you matter.

“just a sec.” she assures, rolling up her short sleeve. “can't be all gross and bloody when i do this.”

she sits at the flank of your makeshift bed, one leg tucked in, one leg supported by the floor. fist curled into a damp rag as she wiped away the story on her arms. the red, wringing evidence that everything outside that millpond reflected everything inside of it. holes in their plan. changes in nature. and it reflects heavily on her solemn face; quiet as the sycamore tree brushes, slowly plucking apart in fall, branches more visible each day. all that is soft has waned, and weakened against the sharpness outside those grand theater doors. she spites the desperation.

you could see the woe of your injury in her face. she really did put you first, in each and every way.

after a still silence, you croak in mumbles. “you know i can take care of myself. my arms and hands still function fine, and bandaging is easy—” you sit up to meet the level of her hung stare that shifts when your sentence ends, “tommy needs you out there.” filling her chest with air.

she huffs, “i know.” and tugs her lips to the side in thought, only for them to stretch into a stupid smirk when she says, “but you don't know how much this helps.” rolling her head to face you. auburn strands dangle.

“what helps?”

“this,” she whispers and drifts gently into you. easing her lips between yours without pressure, smacking away slowly. “seeing you alive still, keeping you that way. getting to kiss you,” she errantly adds.

cringe contorts your face. “okay,” but she continues to infect it with pecks, leading down the wings of your jaw. “well, kisses don't exactly heal an injured ankle any faster than letting me—”

“babe.” the name itself calls you to hush, a lone finger stroking up your lips. she wasn't staring at your eyes, either. her focus was solely on your lips, and you could feel that. breath in each whispered syllable hitting them. “this is really important, trust me. tired of leaving here without something to remember when m' out there. you'll get it.” her smirk only grows and snaps when the statement is sealed. humming with such satisfaction into your mouth; relieved that she won't be missing it any longer.

she relies on memory. more than ever.

side note: my birthday may or may not be on the 8th of this month.. treating myself to some fluff and angst (goddess knows i love torture🤞)

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꣑ৎ　────　𝓣ANGLED IN LOVE　♱.　LR 　　　　the true queen at the game that i despise 𓈒𓈒

───﹙🕷️﹚𝓢. ｡｡　the friendly neighborhood spider meets the outlaw cat.

𝓹airing. blackcat!lara raj x spiderman!f!r 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 2.1k+ notes ! to clarify, heeseung is ned in this fic, reader is mentioned to have an ex, & reader doesn't know black cat's identity 🤞🤞 (MASTERLIST)

now playing ⋆ track 02 (dangerous lover) by avenoir & mercedes by brent faiyaz

THE THING ABOUT THE BLACK CAT was that oddly enough, she reminded you too much of a certain classmate—a classmate named lara raj, who seems to be disappearing at the crack of dawn, telling you they were merely urgent errands.

the first time you thought of them two, you told yourself it was just a small coincidence and nothing else, yet the thought still lingered in your head; the way the word 'pretty' smoothly rolls off of the black cat's tongue, almost as if she was born to say it, the same way it does with lara—the way they both insisted that you were too much of a worrywart, chastising you for it. it was just a coincidence that they shared a few common things because the alternative meant dealing with something you absolutely thought was way too much baggage.

your head buzzes painfully, and shaking your head, you try to shake off the horror that overcame you; there was no way in hell that your very own classmate was the black cat. lying down on your bed, your gaze following the ceiling fan's movement, you softly hum under your breath. the clock to your left read 2:23 in the morning, and a heavenly sigh drifts from your lips; you could practically stay in your bed for eternity if it meant not having to do anything.

before you could properly get a night's rest, keys begin to jiggle against your door, and a holler outside of it abruptly stops you, your head jolting up. cracking open the door stood a bewildered, disheveled heeseung outside, still in his luigi pajamas. huffing out a puff of air, you sit up from your bed, your arms slouching, as you lock eyes with the korean boy.

it became a routine for him to randomly barge into your dorm, as if you had nothing else to do. sometimes it was about needing your homework answers for your guys' english 1b class, or needing you to hook him up with one of your friends; other times, though, it was about your spider-man duties.

"great timing, heeseung," you grunt sardonically, rubbing your eyes and temples, your eyes barely able to open to see even a sliver of him. "what are you even doing up so late?" brushing the stray tousled hair out of your forehead, confusion washes over your face, as he hurries to your side, his lips pressed thin.

he shrugs, "i could ask the same to you!" a groan falls shortly from his lips, as he lets out a tired laugh. "but that's besides the point; i heard from the police scanner that there was some alarm going off at that really expensive jewelry place, the- the one you were complaining about the other day."

"fifth avenue one, right?" you murmur, as you immediately toss your covers to the side, pulling your closet door open, and pushing through the racks of clothes inside. shuffling through, a grunt escapes from your lips as you realize, "don't tell me it's that burglar who keeps getting away again!"

"if the shoe fits," he chuckles, nudging your shoulder, as you shoot him a glare, making him mumble an apology under his breath. heeseung watches you hastily shuffle around your room, handing you your web-shooters, "it- it could be a false alarm, y'know. i don't know though—it couldn't hurt to check it out, right?"

you hum, nodding your head, as you try to lightly slam your closet door closed, grabbing the web-shooters. sliding on your mask, you pat heeseung's shoulder, "i promise i'll hook you up with that girl in my intro to tech class." and with that being said, you crack open your room's window widely, and swung out of it and into the night to try to catch the same thief from previous nights.

"you better; you owe me for throwing up on my shoes!" the korean boy yells out the window, his voice rugged, as he shortly pulls away from your window, exiting your room.

swinging at breakneck speed, your eyes erratically flicker around each and every building, before arriving at the roof of tiffany & co. not even a few minutes in, and you could hear glass breaking from below you. a grunt falls shortly from your lips, as you maneuver around the building to quietly zip inside. the place was a disaster—an absolute mess of designer jewelry scattered across the floor, and broken glass everywhere. you bite the inside of your cheek, wandering around the store, before spotting the elusive thief, a few items clutched in her hands, a few items.

black-cat was donned in an all black, laced with white suit, and a black whimsy mask that adorned her face. turning around, she hums in delight—almost as if she predicted that you'd already be here in a few minutes. you whisper a curse under your breath in awed disbelief, the girl waist deep in a massive wall-vault, and standing tip-toe to reach the very back.

you might as well have been sitting on dynamite.

"didn't think i'd see you here, pretty," lara drawls, a grin curbing her lips, as she eyes you down almost shamelessly. every single, slight movement you made, she tracked down, her eyes keen, "i'm even impressed you could even find me this time around."

you cross your arms against your chest, barely a few feet away from her. "you knew i'd be here," your voice takes on a stern edge, as you watch the black cat turn to one of the empty display cases, a playful smile beaming through her lips. "god, you know that i have to turn you in-"

your words elicits low chuckles from her breath, shortly interrupting you, "you still with that god-awful girl of yours, or are you swinging solo now?" lara's voice was like velvet to your ears, her brow raised to emphasize her words, as she reaches out towards you, drawing a claw from your shoulder down to your elbow.

sighing in defeat, your shoulders slump, "that's a lot ofquestions," you bite the inside of your cheek, before shaking your head mentally, realizing you were playing into her games. god, there was definitely something magnetic about her—something that unremarkably draws you in against your will. and although her every word got under your skin, there was a strange type of charm to them—one that always made it difficult for you to remain guarded around her.

black-cat tilts her head, her hand resting on your shoulder contemplatively, "i'm just curious," a prideful expression washing over her features—a wide, un-bashful grin curbing her lips, as she watches worry lines crease your forehead.

"i hear that's bad for cats."

she shrugs, lightly tracing a claw along the slide of your masked face, and in a knee-jerk reaction, you jolt away, reaching up to flick her hand off. a faint frown juts her lips for a brief moment, before a half-hearted smile adorns her face, "sue me for wanting to rekindle an old flame." lara dramatically laments—as though she wasn't the same one who was currently clutching god-knows how much jewelry in her arms, that you were shocked she could even effortlessly carry all of them.

"you need to sit back and relax—always so tense, and for what?" looking over her shoulder, her hands spin back to rest on a display case's glass, and she takes slow, measured steps, leaving scratch marks trailing the cases. lara rolls her eyes, sauntering opposite of you, your gaze tracking the languid ease of her movements.

you wryly smile, humming in bored acknowledgement, "how about you tell me why you're really here? you went awol for weeks." gritting your teeth, an exasperated sigh from you following your words.

the red-headed girl shrugs, hopping over the counter, and proceeding to walk towards the broken window—only until your hand curls around her arm, halting her movements. your eyes unconsciously flicker between the flashing lights and sirens of the cop cars surrounding the street below you two, and the lips of the girl in front of you.

"you missed this, didn't you?" lara asks—despite already knowing the answer—tilting her head, and leaning closer towards you. your lips were barely an inch away from hers, a shit-eating grin tugging her lips.

you draw a deep, steadying breath, fighting the urge to play into her games, and with your voice firmer than before, you mutter, "cut it out." clenching your teeth, you could practically feel the red-headed girl's breath fanning over yours, and that surely didn't help—not when you could feel blood rush in your veins, and the way your heart could practically burst out of your chest from how much it was thumping.

your eyes linger on her lips for a split second, that lara most definitely notices, swallowing the smile that threatened to give her away. "the maggia are no joke—"

her arm extends over to your shoulder, and she pulls you closer, her hand slightly tugging on your mask. she softly hums, dismissing your comments, "i missed these little chats." the indian girl watches your expression contort into ones of uncertainty, making her coax out smoothly, "nobody's watching anyway." her hand hastily pulls the skin-tight mask just above your mouth.

it was a push and pull relationship—to say the very least. her lips curl into a sly smile, your eyebrows furrowing.

"this is a mistake."

and really, it sounded like you were more-so trying to convince yourself rather than her, especially when your hands cling to your sides, as if you were debating whether or not you should pull away. the red-headed girl leans in again, her retracting claws trailing lightly over the fabric of your suit, and resting above your heart. it was a miracle that she couldn't feel your heartbeat coming from your sternum.

by then, you'd already accepted your fate—your mind running hazy, and your eyes fluttering shut.

you nonetheless take a few tantalize steps, leaning in, while your lips slightly brush against hers; a wide grin curbing your lips as you watch the indian girl visibly roll her eyes at how painstakingly slow you were moving. her hands slip behind your neck, resting on the back of it comfortably. before you could mumble a teasing quip out from under your breath, she presses her lips against yours feverishly.

it's almost surprising that it's only taken her a few months to worm her way into your heart. she nearly beams.

for a fleeting moment, you freeze, your hands gently pushed up against the red-headed girl's chest, "maybe we should stop; we're not good for each other." she leans her head closer to yours, your noses' slightly bumping.

"we could always ignore that," lara counters, tilting her head, and leans just right by your ear, "we're not doing anything bad necessarily—just all fun, right?"

you nod absentmindedly, too enthralled to even utter out any futile protests. her arms wrap around your waist again, a smile on her lips, as she watches you exhale shakily. you could pick up on the way your heart raced by the second, a huff escaping from you, before you press your lips against hers.

the world stops; nothing exists besides the two of you—well, for only a brief moment.

flashes of blue, red, and white sear through the dimly-lit tiffany's; policemen were already trying to break in. a sigh drifts from your lips, and before you could properly pull away, lara continues to seize your lips against hers. heat curls at your cheeks, before your head snaps to the entrance of the building, making you hastily shuffle off of the girl. several policemen surround the entrance, with weaponry and flashlights aimed towards you two.

"freeze!"

muttering against the radio, one of the officer instructs, "call this in—we have spider-man and an accomplice over here." really, an accomplice? you raise your arms up, and a grunt escapes from your lips .

"see you soon, pretty," black-cat drawls, an ear-to-ear grin tugging the corners of her lips—as if she planned this out. wicked realization blooms across your face, as she takes advantage of the situation, jumping out of the window using her grappling hook, and swinging away.

see you soon—her words echo, practically turning into a mantra in your head.

heeseung. 🦌 : i saw u on the news CTFUU

heeseung. 🦌 : aint no way u lost hold of her again💔

heeseung. 🦌 : god heard my prayers and made you fumble for the 45th time🙏

yn. : shut up hee.

heeseung. 🦌 : js mad u aint pulling bitches LMFAOO

yn. : say bye to that girl in my intro to tech class then, freak.

you don't really wanna be my lady (you don't, you don't),

you know it's more than just drivin' mercedes (more than mercedes)

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Hiiiii! I was just wondering if you could write Remus Lupin x reader where they have a meet cute in a book store? Like reader can't reach the book she wants and Remus happens to be right there and helps her, kinda thing? If not then that is totally okay 👍 Thank youuuu 🤞🙏

Hi! Thank you for this request! ❤︎ We love a lil meet cute. I guess this went a little modern/muggle au - they have cellphones but like that's it.

Hoping this cures the writer's block I've been fighting the past few days. And I hope you enjoy it :)

Silver embossing

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

1.3k words

cw: fluff

The bell of the door jingled as you entered the bookshop. Despite living in the area for most of your life, you hadn’t been down this street much and were delighted to discover this used bookshop. You like shops that sell secondhand goods. It felt like giving items another chance at life, and you never know what treasures people may have discarded.

At the surface level, the shop smelled of the incense burning near the register. The register which was unmanned. You glanced back at the door, which had a closed sign facing you. Okay, so the store was open. Lights were on, door was unlocked. But no employee was in sight. 

As you walked more into the shop, the scent of old books and dust enveloped you. You took slow steps past the shelves. They were packed with various titles and authors you’d never heard of – just another aspect you loved about these used bookshops. You continued to browse the books, occasionally taking one off the shelf to flip through it and read the summary on the back. 

From somewhere deeper in the store came the sound of a door opening and closing. While you might’ve been alone in the little shop before, you no longer were. You weren’t stealing or anything like that so you had nothing to worry about. 

A book with intricate silver embossing caught your eye. It’s on the top shelf, one you could never reach. You looked around you and let out a sigh. There’s no step stool within sight and you don’t recall having passed one on your way to this aisle. Even though you knew it’s fruitless, you tried to stand on your tippy toes, stretching your arm as much as possible. Your fingertips barely brushed against your desired book. 

You pursed your lips together. You were determined to get this book. You lifted your leg as if to climb the shelf and you were about to quickly move to place your weight on the foot that was now resting on a lower shelf. You would only be on the bookshelf for a second!

“Oi! Don’t climb the shelves!” a voice called from the end of the aisle. 

You returned both your feet to the ground and turned to see the source. A tall man, around your age by the looks of it, was walking toward you. He had shaggy brown hair and a face full of scars. He looked kind. His attire, although fully fitting for a bookshop, gave him a cozy air. 

“Sorry for raising my voice,” he said once closer to you. “Just can’t be having the shelves tip over. My boss would murder me…” He offered you a polite smile. “Which book were you going for?”

Oh, that smile. Even if it was just a customer service smile, it made you feel warm inside. You knew that you were staring, but right now, you couldn’t help it. The longer you looked at him and that smile, the more you wanted to get to know him and spend time with him. Perfectly normal, logical thoughts to be having about the employee of a bookshop that you’d never been in before, and whose name you didn’t even know, nor had even said your first words to. 

“Miss?” he asked patiently. “I can grab the book for you if you tell me which one you wanted to see.”

“Oh, erm, that one, with the silver,” you said, pointing at it. 

He grabbed it with ease and handed it to you.

“If you decide you don’t want it, or if you need another book, just let me know.” 

He turned to walk away. You panicked. He was just too pretty to just be a random encounter. 

“Have you read this book?” you asked quickly. 

He stilled for a moment before turning back to you. He lifted the book in your hands just enough so he could see the title. He hummed noncommittally. 

“Can’t say I have. Plenty of books in here I haven’t read, actually.”

“No?”

He smiled at you again. You decided that it wasn’t a want to have this man in your life. It was a need. 

“I’ve been scolded for reading on the job. This is a store, not a library,” he said, giving you a brief impression of who you assumed was his boss. “If he made me buy every book I’ve tried to read when it gets slow in here, I’d be more broke than I already am.”

You chuckled as you turned the book over in your hands. There’s no summary, but the book, like the man in front of you, is just too pretty. 

“Has your boss considered that being knowledgeable about the product might help you sell them?” you asked. 

He shrugged. “I think he figured people come in here to browse or they’re searching for specific titles. So as long as I can help people find what they’re looking for, I’ve done my job.”

You nodded, understanding where his boss was coming from. You had come in here with the intention of just browsing. 

“So, erm, did you find what you were looking for?” he asked, shifting his weight to be more comfortable. He hoped he didn’t look uncomfortable – talking to you wasn’t uncomfortable. 

You tilted your head, scanning him up and down. 

“Looking for a name for the cute guy in front of me?” you replied before biting the inside of your lip nervously. 

You really aren’t the most forward person, nor are you usually the one to flirt with a stranger. Something about him though, it made you take the risk. 

“Oh,” he said as blood rushed to his cheeks. “Remus. My name’s Remus.”

You told him yours and stuck out your hand. He shook it with a soft laugh. His laugh fit him, you thought.

“I feel like I just did a business deal.”

“That’ll be soon enough,” you said, giving the book a shake. “But, um, do you mind if I ask when you’re off?”

“Oh!” Remus said again. “I get off at four, but my friends are expecting me… I could give you my number. I work tomorrow until the same time or really any time this weekend?” 

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Your boldness was paying off. He could’ve easily left it at his friends were expecting him, or just not told you when he was off. He offered his number and his schedule; it was more than you were expecting. 

You fumbled for your phone. You handed it to Remus so he could put his number into your contacts. He gave it back to you with a brighter, more friendly version of the smile that made your heart melt only minutes ago. 

“I’m not… I’m not usually this forward,” you muttered as you pocketed your phone. 

“I’m glad you were. Apparently it’s against company policy to ask customers for their numbers and then I’d be telling my friends about this beautiful girl who came through the shop.”

Now it was your turn to blush. Then you got an idea. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sent a simple “Hi :)” to Remus’ number. 

“There,” you said, looking up at Remus with a smile on your face. “Now you can tell your friends that you’re texting that girl and she’s really looking forward to seeing you again soon.” 

“They’ll be so proud of me,” he replied. 

Your phone dinged with a message from your mother.

“Shoot, apparently I wouldn’t have been able to see you after your shift anyways…” you groaned. You sighed and looked back at the book in your hands. “Well, still getting this.”

“Then let’s get you checked out, yeah?”

You followed Remus to the register. He bagged your book and handed you the receipt. 

“Have a great rest of your day and I’ll text you after I get off.”

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