#help i started a sentence with THE and lost the will to write anything else

[amyluvshamzah]

STOP

summary: a cop stops you and you get put in handcuffs

contains: smut, cop!hamzah, handcuffs, roleplay

its late at night and youre speeding, minding your own business when a cop is suddenly behind you. you pull over to wait for him to come up at your window.

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the cop knocks on your window, standing close to your car.

you roll it down all the way. "can i see your license and registration please maam." his voice alone has your thighs clenching. nevermind his muscular biceps.

"yes sir." you hand him the slip of paper and id. he leans down into your window. "ill be back" he winks and hes gone.

you fix your top so that your breasts are showing more.

you await him for a couple minutes before he comes back.

"so you were speeding maam. im gonna have to write you a ticket." he says, voice laced with seduction.

"oh no mr officer, please dont. ill do anything." you tease. he smirks, breathing a laugh.

"youre really bad at acting." hamzah laughs, breaking the act. you smile wide, licking your top teeth.

"you loved it. i saw you eyeing my tits you perv."

"im gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle maam." he placed a hand on his belted hip.

you step out, bending your ass as he pushes your front against the car. "oh dont be so rough officer...!" you bite your lip. he grabs your wrists, cuffing them together.

he moves you to the hood of your car, bending you over completely. he slaps your ass and you gasp.

"you must be the bad cop huh?" you joke. hamzah chuckles, hands patting down your body. his fingers almost purposely grope your tits and ass as he pretends hes doing the correct thing.

"nothing thatll poke or stab me?" he asks. hes playing his part well.

"i could ask the same thing. but i already know the answer." you push your ass against his hardened cock. it pokes your backside.

he flips you and you lean back on the hood, wrapping your legs behind him. his hands now obviously mean to grab your tits as he leans down, kissing you messily.

"fuck- you look so good in that outfit." you whisper between kisses. he kisses down your neck, grinding his hard length against your clothed heat.

"oh yeah?" his voice drops an octave. you throw your head back as he sucks on the sensitive skin. "m- mhm..." you breathe.

he chuckles against your skin. you shiver from his warm breath.

"y'know what? here." he flips you over again and tugs your pants down, ass bare. your face is pressed against the hood, your hands tied behind you.

the restraint turns you on even more.

"already soaked, hm?" he tuts as he pulls his cock out. nothing else is said as he pushes into you with one swift movement.

you gasp with a moan as he thrusts quickly. hes so deep it hurts. but it hurts so good.

"hamzah-"

"no, officer hamzah." he corrects. you scoff, "officer hamzah, it feels s'good. dont stop." you moan.

you meet him in the middle of the thrusts, moving your hips to fuck him back. he groans, a loud gutteral sound. it makes you sweat- even in the cold night air.

"so tight. fuckin' wet." he murmurs, too lost in your pussy to form a clear sentence.

"right there! oh god!" you shout as he fucks you just right. you feel it.

then a car starts to drive down the secluded road.

"shit." he mutters, pulling out to pull your pants up. he helps you into the backseat of your car, climbing in behind you.

you both laugh, breathlessly. his lips are back on yours as the car passes.

"get on top of me." he whispers, helping you pull off your pants. you climb on top of him and he holds his cock up as you slide onto it.

he arranges the handcuffs, fixing them so that your arms are in front of you to hold you up. the car is not big but it fits both of you well enough that you can begin to bounce on him.

his hands slap your ass, the lewd sounds filling the car from your combined wetness.

sinful slapping sounds.

"yeah- just like that baby. fuck!" his head falls back against the headrest.

he suddenly stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he holds you still, fucking his hips up into you.

you gasp, your orgasm building up quickly. "im gonna' cum." you whine, walls clenching around him.

"come on then baby. cum f'me." hes breathless, still thrusting quickly into you.

you tense above him, gripping his shoulder as you fall apart. his name falls from your parted lips as you cum hard.

he finally slows, letting you take a breath before hes flipping you again.

he moves the handcuffs so your hands are behind your back again.

your face is pressed against the seat, his cock pushing into your sore entrance.

you hiss.

"dont give up now baby. you got it." he says, starting off slow with his thrusts before hes eventually fucking you crazy.

you can hardly feel your legs as he pounds into you. you cant imagine how fucked this looks.

your cunt spread as your face is smooshed against the leather as he rams into you so fast youre seeing stars.

you suddenly feel another orgasm as he slaps your ass. you cum around his cock, him cumming right after you.

he falls out of you, both of you completely exhausted. he manages to uncuff you, dressing you again. the windows are all foggy as he laughs.

"i hope you learn to stop speeding now."

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little short one

copzah 😛

pls request guys im all out of carrots and sticks fr

i loveeeeee you - amyluvshamzah

TAGLIST: @hamzahshoe @hamzahslvt @babyunicorndoll @xoxo-yamil3t

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

CRK x Homcipher by @allimili genuinely has me in such a chokehold it's amazing. Just a little thing between Cosmos (aptly named Ms. Star lmao) and their Reader. I promise I'm working on other things, I just need this out of my system. Not at all connected to their story!

Trigger warning for some mentions of blood/body horror!

You didn't know how, but once again, you've gotten lost. Separated from Mr. Vanilla, and completely and utterly on your own. Thankfully, you don't see Mr. Eyes or Ms. Arachnid anywhere.

If anything, the hall you're in is very.. inviting. Softly glowing shards of glass, connected by string, are hung across the walls, and you can recognize.. some of the words.

Home.

Quiet.

Safe.

There are more you don't recognize. Even full-on sentences, though they're all clearly written by different hands. Some are neater, some more chaotic. More words, less words. But one remains a constant; neat and formal, without any strokes of hesitation.

There's really nowhere else for you to go. You don't want to risk running into Mr. Eyes or Ms. Arachnid, and you get an almost sinking feeling that none of the good ones you've met will be able to help you. You don't know why, but it's a nagging feeling in your chest. The air here tight, but not in a bad way. It almost feels like a weighted blanket, a comforting and protective gesture.

You follow the writings.

The lights on the walls continued to wall gently before you come across double doors. You tense, hands curling at your sides. Memories of what happened with Ms. Arachnid flashed in your eyes. Her appearing behind you. Your vision fading.

You take a deep breath. You push the doors open.

The area you walk into is.. serene. Almost like the room you first met Ms. Lily in. However, there aren't any archways in the room. Instead, on the left and right wall are two more double doors. On the wall across from you was a.. wall-mounted waterfall. It flowed with water pitch black that seemed to almost have tiny stars twinkling inside of it. Small walls of stone the wall by the waterfall and beside you. On them were.. bonsai trees!

The water flowed into a large pond lined with stones. It was impossible to tell if the water was shallow or deep with just how black it was.

You looked around.

It was.. peaceful. Serene.

There were writings above the doors. You didn't recognize them. You'd need to memorize them to try and see if Mr. Vanilla could help you learn them.

Footsteps behind you.

You whirl around, just in time to be face to face with someone's thighs.

"... [greeting]?" a voice reaches your ears. Warm, motherly, and sounding terribly amused.

You tilt you head up and by god is this entity tall. Thankfully, she kneels down and you get a good look at her.

Her hair is long, seemingly going to her tailbone. It starts as a pastel purple, to a blue, then a white. Her eyes were a sky blue, contrasting beautifully to her dark skin. She wears a purple bodysuit that would dip to show collarbone, would it not be for the black one underneath that covers. She wore detached sleeves with golden bands, the fabric being purple and somewhat translucent, and one sleeve being longer than the other. A golden band wraps around her waist, two chains on either side, and an asymmetrical skirt. Topped off with purple boots that had golden trimmings.

But, of course, being an entity, she wasn't entirely human. Blood dripped from the sides of her head where glass (was it glass? it looked somewhat like it, but it glowed) was embedded, almost like the wings of a Valkyrie helm. Along with the circlet on her head, and her necklace. Blood dripped from those too, and it was safe to say that those were firmly stuck in her or would take effort to get out.

She lifted a hand, and you could see tiny twinkling stars in her arm. How? Her hands were pitch black, her fingers sharp like claws. The black fade went up to her elbow, where you could see it taper off.

"[Okay]?" she asks, and you snap out of your thoughts.

"[Okay]," you parrot.

She raises her eyebrows but seemed pleasantly surprised. She points a finger. "[Touch okay]?"

You nod.

She gently takes your chin between her thumb and pointer, moving your head side to side with a mother's gentleness. It's similar to Mr. Vanilla, in a way. But where he always hovers, you take notice of how she really acts like a mother.

Eventually, she seems pleased and lets go. "[You understand language good]?"

You grimace. "[No understand language good.]" You think about it. How could you convey you weren't from here? "[No... here.]"

"[No come from here]?"

You nod. Yes! Wow, she understood quickly.

She nods as a gentle smile forms, and she rises to her full height again. With her standing, you can see more of the black on her body, much like the inky abyss that was space. She gestures for you to follow, and you do. It takes a bit of effort to keep up with her, despite the room not being that big. The entity gets to the pond first, and sits herself on the stone wall. She reaches under and pulls one stone out, and you're surprised to see another behind it. A layered wall, it seemed.

She pulls out two wooden cups and sets them on the stones. She dips one into the water and watches you as you come to stand beside her. Once you watch her, she makes a show of drinking the water and finishing it.

.. was she telling you it was safe?

You point to the water, the cup, and then yourself. She smiles and nods. You hesitate before picking up the other cup and scooping some water into it. You stare down at the inky water before downing it in a few gulps.

Your eyes widened.

.. wow. You didn't even realize how thirsty you were.

You smile and nod in thanks. She nods back with a warm smile, and pats your head.

You blush a tiny bit.

She's quiet as she watches you drink a bit more. Her eyes are so soft, so motherly, it makes you ache. Her hand reaches out and you watch as, gently, she brushes some of your hair behind your ear before patting your cheek.

It's.. a comfortable silence between you two.

After a while, she speaks, "[home]?"

You think about what she means. .. oh, did she mean if you had somewhere to stay?

You nod. "[Mr. Vanilla]," you reply.

She raises an eyebrow before it seems to click. A noise (perhaps an "aaah"?) comes from her lips before she pats your head.

"[Mr. Vanilla good (intentional)]," she muses, and you nod in response.

You stay there for who knows how much longer before she rises. "[Home now]?"

Ack, Mr. Vanilla must be losing his poor mind. You stand up with her, and she gestures for you to follow. She leads you through the halls, twists and turns you're sure you'll never memorize. Eventually, the halls begin to feel familiar. Then you hear him.

"[Worry!!!] [Worry!!!]"

Mr. Vanilla rushes into view, and straight to you. He brings you into his arms, nuzzling his cheek down against your hooded head. "[Okay?!] [Okay?!]"

"[Okay]," you assured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "[*Okay.*]"

You feel him lift his head and he jolts. Conversation begins between him and the entity who led you here. She sounds gently amused and comforting. You make out familiar words, it sounding like Mr. Vanilla apologizing and her assuring him before it melted into conversation you couldn't understand.

Your hands gently curl into Mr. Vanilla's robes as he absently rubs small, comforting circles on your back. Eventually, the conversation seems to finish, and a hand rests on your head. You look up and she smiles down at you. She waves goodbye as she says something, so you presume it's 'goodbye'.

You wave back, repeating it, and she nods.

She walks off, vanishing into the darkness of the halls. The stars on her body twinkle for much longer in the dark before they too blink out.

.. Ms. Star would be a nice name for her.

Mr. Vanilla squeezed you tighter suddenly and you let out a soft laugh. You pat his arm in apology. You've probably given him so many heart attacks with all the times you've vanished.

At least you weren't in danger this time!

[daisymaycries]

*Lifts face up from the table:* As you can see, the horrors and the inconveniences persist, but I am being so brave about it *immediately collapses again, hitting my keyboard and long-pressing the j key Sev'ral Timez*

The school year has really been kicking my butt this time around, which I would much rather it didn't. And yet I persist, powered by plain bagel with cream cheese and sheer stubbornness.

Now, if you will excuse me, my art history essay won't write itself.

[l4ndoflove]

ln4 and 72 please 🙏

ocean eyes

feat. lando norris

lyrics preview there are two different types of "ocean eyes": magui's, icy perfection, and... lando's

maddie i really can't write a happy one-shot for my life :|

1405 words

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It started stupidly enough, like most things did when it came to Lando.

You were sprawled out on the floor of his apartment, chest rising unevenly after he’d made you laugh for an hour straight, the movie you’d put on earlier only adding to your chaos as it kept playing in the background, long forgotten.

Everything—from the sound of his high-pitched chuckles to the smell of cheap takeout spring rolls—felt so familiar it was almost like being sixteen again: just the two of you, some junk food, and a bad rom-com you never actually watched, too busy mocking the corny lines to care about the plot.

Except now, it wasn’t just the two of you.

“Ugh.”

Magui’s groan echoed through the room like a cruelly timed reminder of her presence, making your head snap up from the carpet.

She was curled up on the couch, golden locks framing her face in perfect waves even as she tossed and turned restlessly, clearly struggling to find a decent angle for the selfie you figured she was trying to take.

You didn’t say anything, leaving Lando the honor of being the considerate boyfriend he always was.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Right on cue.

Your best friend jumped up from his spot beside you, resting his chin on the cushion where the blonde lay while staring at her with the same questioning gaze of a lost puppy.

“It’s just… why is the lighting here so bad? I mean, look at my eyes—they’re not supposed to be gray!”

The Brit squinted at the phone his girlfriend had shoved in his face, tilting his head to the side as he carefully inspected her reflection on camera.

Then, he entered the frame.

“Damn, look at this beauty,” he smirked, winking at himself through the screen.

Magui scoffed and pushed him away. “You’re not helping.”

“And you’re mad that my eyes look better than yours.”

You almost expected him to stick his tongue out at her like a toddler—so of course he did. Having known Lando for nearly all your life had taught you quite a few things about him (some you weren’t very proud of).

“You’re delusional.”

“You’re a sore loser.”

“You’re blind.”

“You’re blind.”

God, it really felt like you were third wheeling—scratch that, babysitting two children who constantly bickered over the most random things. It was entertaining, sure, but draining in the long run.

“You’re neutral. Sort this out.”

You didn’t realize they weren’t speaking to each other anymore until you felt both their gazes fixed on you, your brows furrowing in confusion at the sudden request.

“I–what?”

“You’re neutral,” Magui repeated, slower this time, like you were a little slow yourself for not understanding something so simple. “So you get to decide whose eyes are better.”

Your heart stuttered, almost as if it knew something you didn’t and was trying to warn you.

“Neutral? She’s literally my best friend!”

You silently thanked Lando for pointing it out, though something in that sentence grated on your ears like chalk on a blackboard—loud and out of place.

“Exactly,” the blonde nodded, her voice sugary sweet, “which means you won’t have any… effect on her since you’re just best friends, right?”

Every single word that left her mouth was calculated, aimed straight toward—what? You weren’t sure yourself, and that scared you more than anything else.

“Yeah, makes sense.”

Okay, that might actually be worse.

You opened your mouth to try and talk some sense into both of them, but Magui beat you to it.

She leaned down so that you were at eye level, elbows propped on her knees as she held her face between her hands, waiting.

Waiting for what, you asked yourself, your approval?

Not that she needed it: her eyes were strikingly beautiful, two captivating gemstones that reflected even the faintest specks of light, no matter how “bad” it was. The kind only princesses in fairy tales and models on magazine covers had, and that everyone fell in love with at first sight.

Including Lando.

Looking at her now, you didn’t find it hard to understand why.

“They’re… really pretty.”

You weren’t lying, and judging by the unimpressed expression on her face, Magui knew it. Who would’ve ever dared to say otherwise, after all?

“Alright, alright, my turn,” the Brit waved her off, already scooting closer to where you were sitting.

Too close. Definitely closer than he needed to be, anyway.

Classic Lando—getting in your personal space since when you were younger just to annoy you. Poking your cheeks when you were upset to earn a smile from you or making weird faces that would always make you laugh even after the worst arguments.

Your logic said you should’ve been used to him acting this way—but that didn’t seem to stand a chance against the storm raging in your chest.

“Get out of my face, Norris.”

Please, you wanted to add, but that first sentence already sounded more desperate than you intended it to.

“What, you can’t handle my handsome face?”

No, you couldn’t.

You couldn’t handle his stupid face being so close to yours, your noses almost touching, breaths mingling together.

You couldn’t handle knowing by heart every little detail of it, from the moles scattered across his cheeks and jawline to the shape of his lips—which you should’ve never looked at in the first place.

But most of all, you couldn’t handle his eyes.

Even after you’d grown up mirroring yourself in them, watching you both age and change, they still managed to mesmerize you every time.

Maybe it was how those unfairly long lashes grazed his cheekbones whenever he blinked, or the deep blue edges that faded into a green so light anyone could miss it if they didn’t pay enough attention. You couldn’t really tell.

They were a different kind of pretty from Magui’s, though—two icy lakes against the warm sea of his gaze, an ocean you’d learned how to swim in long before, but that was now pulling you under its familiar waves.

And you let it, hypnotized by the way his irises didn’t reflect light like hers: they captured and shattered it into a thousand bright gold flecks that adorned his pupils like the petals of a sunflower.

You loved them.

You loved... him.

The realization hit you so violently that it nearly knocked all the air out of your lungs, leaving you more breathless than you already were.

You loved Lando Norris.

Your best friend.

Magui’s boyfriend.

Your mind was screaming so loud you were afraid the other two could hear you through the charged silence that had fallen over the room.

It was unbearable.

You had to say something. Anything–

“Your eyes have a little green in them.”

You didn’t recognize your voice when you spoke—because you didn’t.

“Fucking movie,” you muttered, grateful you finally had something else to focus on. “Scared the shit out of me.”

That was the safest option, playing it off with humor. Like you always did. Like Lando had taught you: take the hit and cover it up with a smile.

You scrambled to your feet as if the carpet had burned you, dusting off invisible pieces of lint only you could see, hoping that the feeling of the boy’s stare on your skin would magically go away as well.

“Hey–where are you going? You didn’t even tell us who won!”

The excuse you were about to give him immediately died on your lips at the sight you caught when you looked up from your feet.

It played out in front of you in slow motion, just like one of those dramatic scenes you used to make fun of with Lando all the time: Magui reached out for him from the couch, cupped his jaw with her fingers and made their lips collide into a kiss.

And that’s when you knew she knew.

Because she wasn’t showing affection to her boyfriend—she was staking a claim on what was hers after seeing how much you wanted it, too.

When she pulled away, slow and deliberate, her cold eyes pierced right through yours.

“So?” she cooed, honey dripping from her voice. “Who won?”

You held her gaze. Swallowed your pride and the tears already clouding your eyes. Then you smiled, bitter.

“You. Congratulations.”

This wasn’t about your silly competition anymore.

It never had been.

© 2025 l4ndoflove. all rights reserved.

[donat-senpai]

I enjoy ur Moamao x reader x jinshi series! I would love a part 3!

Hi, sunshine. Thank you! Appreciate the feedback 💙 (I haven’t replied to requests this fast in a while lmao). Part 3 is ready :3

Yandere!Maomao X Reader X Yandere!Jinshi Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: Jealousy (nothing special anymore) I think this time, more attention was given to Jenshi. I'll try to write about Maomao next time. She's a sunshine and also deserves her happy time with the reader! (ﾉ･ω･)ﾉ

Part one, Part two, Part three

Minute of glory

— You want me to take part in the play? — you ask Jinshi in complete confusion. A thought creeps into your mind: has he lost his mind? As if agreeing with your thoughts, he gives you a confirming nod.

— You know I was assigned to organize the play. This performance is extremely important because the order comes almost directly from the Emperor. Everything has to be perfect. After all, it's a gift from the Emperor to the entire harem. There are only a couple of days left before the performance, but something happened that we weren’t prepared for. A few actors fell ill. Their roles are minor, but still crucial. We can't just remove them from the script, — Jinshi patiently explains the situation while your brain struggles to process it. He looks truly exhausted and tense. Organizing the event must have drained him. You start to feel a bit sorry for him, yet you still can't understand why he came to you with such a request.

— Just replace them with other actors.

— That’s impossible. All the actors are already involved, — Jinshi glanced at Gaoshun, who immediately joined the conversation.

— We also considered casting one of the concubines for the role, but one of the Emperor’s requirements was to keep the play’s storyline a secret until the main performance. We’re not sure whether the chosen concubine would be able to maintain that secrecy.

After Gaoshun’s words, things became a little clearer. You exchanged glances with Maomao. She had been quietly listening the whole time, stirring a mixture with a wooden spoon.

Jinshi took your hand in his and pressed it against his chest. The spoon in Maomao’s hand let out a desperate crack.

— Please, don’t refuse. I don’t know anyone else suited for this role whom I trust as much as you. I promise, everything will go smoothly. I’ll be right there with you. All we need to do is step onto the stage and perform a short dialogue. There’s still time before the performance. We can rehearse, — with each sentence, Jinshi moved closer. You barely noticed, too distracted by your own anxiety.

Performing in such an important play, in front of everyone—it was nerve-wracking. Oh, Emperor! What if you forgot your lines? But Jinshi was so serious, so certain that he would be by your side. Surely, he would help if anything went wrong. Your heart slowly softened. You wanted to help him.

— What’s the role?

— Lovers.

His answer struck like thunder in a clear sky. A loud crack echoed in the room. The poor spoon — it seems to have broken. You cursed internally. You should have suggested Maomao for the role instead. Such a golden opportunity, wasted.

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You stand on an improvised stage set up in one of the large halls. A couple of eunuchs are busy checking the props. The main cast has gone on a lunch break. Jinshi said that the two of you should practice a few times on your own before joining the final rehearsal with everyone else later today.

Tense, you try to discreetly wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. You can’t even imagine how you’re supposed to act. You’ve never experienced anything like this before. Unfortunately, no one thought to teach you acting skills between rounds of physical labor. The harem really should reconsider its system.

Right now, you’d gladly trade places with Maomao — not just for the sake of her and Jinshi’s bright future, but for your own peace of mind. You cast a helpless glance at the makeshift audience area. Maomao gives you an encouraging smile, trying to cheer you up. Gaoshun nods approvingly and gives you a thumbs-up. Your attention shifts back to Jinshi, who is patiently waiting. He’s too kind to pressure you, letting you take your time. You promised to help. There’s no turning back now.

Blushing slightly and taking a deep breath, you finally begin to say your lines.

— Ah, my beloved! Is fate not cruel? We come from different worlds! — you sigh dramatically, crossing your arms over your chest.

— Fate? I won’t let destiny decide for us! — With a sly smile, the man takes your hand and leans in, his lips almost brushing against your fingers.

To your surprise, Jinshi slips into his role effortlessly, as if he’s been acting his whole life. Watching his confident performance, you start to relax, feeling a little bolder.

— But what will people say?! What will my father say?! — You pull your hand away, turning your back to him, clenching your fists. Jinshi gently turns you back toward him, reaching for your chin and tilting your face up.

— Let them say what they will… You are all I need.

Maomao, watching the rehearsal, takes a hurried sip of tea, trying to hide the nervous twitch on her face. Was this cursed scene supposed to be this intense?

She knew. She felt it. No actor had actually fallen ill. That wretched eunuch had planned everything from the very start.

— Then… then kiss me, if your feelings are true! — you said, your lips trembling.

Jinshi smiles broadly and slowly leans in closer, enjoying the way Maomao grips her cup tighter. Gaoshun nervously swallows. It seemed like, any moment now, the apothecary might start killing. At the last second, you place your palm on Jinshi's face and suddenly pull back.

— No! I can't! — you cry out dramatically.

Maomao exhales in relief. Jinshi laughs, throwing a brief glance at her. With feigned regret, he delivers the final line.

— What a pity… I really tried so hard.

The eunuchs, who had abandoned their work somewhere during your rehearsal, suddenly clap. They enthusiastically mention that the passion between the lovers was played out so convincingly. Encouraged by their praise, you bow to them gratefully. As you finish, Jinshi places his hand on your shoulder.

— You did wonderfully… So, shall we do it again?

You mentally apologize to Maomao, feeling regret. How did it happen that you stole her shining moment? A crack of glass is heard. The poor cup… It seems to have broken.

[dailylcy]

A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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I already had the book. - pedro pascal. ── .✦

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro Pascal x reader, slow burn fluff, bookstore romance, soft obsession, mutual pining, bookworm energy, silly excuses, months-long buildup, eventual confession, cozy domestic ending.

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You noticed him the second he walked in.

Not because he was Pedro Pascal — though, yes, that too — but because he looked just slightly lost. That quiet, wandering kind of lost, like someone who wanted to be found but wouldn’t say it out loud.

You kept shelving. He wandered closer. Pretended to inspect a table of fiction paperbacks, eyes flicking up to you every few seconds.

“Can I help you find something?” you asked, smile soft.

He cleared his throat, voice lower in real life than you expected. “Uh. Yeah. Actually. I was hoping you could recommend something.”

You stepped down from the stool and crossed toward him, brushing your hands on your skirt out of nervous habit. “What do you usually like?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’ll read anything if it comes with a good pitch.”

So you gave him one — a novel you loved, the kind that stuck to your ribs. You explained the plot in a few sentences, then trailed off with, “It’s weird, but it’s warm. And I don’t know, it feels like a late-night conversation with someone you trust.”

He blinked. Smiled. “You’re good at that.”

“At what?”

“Making a book sound like a person I want to know.”

You looked away, heat blooming in your cheeks. “I’ll ring it up for you.”

What you didn’t know: he already owned a copy. First edition. Dog-eared. Highlighted.

But he bought it again anyway, just so he had a reason to come back.

The next week, he was back.

“I finished it.”

You looked up from the register, blinking in surprise. “Already?”

“I’m a fast reader. Plus, you made it sound like falling in love.”

You swallowed hard. “Did you like it?”

“Loved it. Got anything else that’ll wreck my heart a little?”

You stared at him, unable to keep from smiling. “You’re really asking for that?”

“From you? Always.”

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It became a routine.

Every week, he came in. Asked for a recommendation. Bought it without hesitation. Sometimes lingered by the counter a little longer than necessary, asking you questions about the author, your thoughts, if you’d ever write one yourself.

You started looking forward to his visits. Dressing a little differently on Tuesdays. Wearing the perfume you liked. Recommending your favorites — not just what sold well.

He never said anything… but you caught the way his eyes lingered when you laughed. How he always leaned in to listen, like your voice was a secret.

—

Six weeks in, he finally asked.

“So… if I asked for a recommendation that wasn’t a book… like, a good restaurant for a date… would you go with me?”

You blinked.

“I mean. With me,” he added quickly, already flustered. “Not just give a rec. I—I’d like to take you out. If you want that.”

You tried not to smile too wide. “I’d love that.”

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Three months later.

You were curled on his couch, a blanket tucked over your knees, reading something he swore you’d love. He returned from the kitchen with tea, then sat down beside you — eyes crinkled, a little too proud of himself.

“What?”

He shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

He set down the tea, leaned into you, and whispered: “I already had half those books.”

You looked up. “What?”

“First one you gave me? Already owned it. The second one? Read it twice. I just—”

“You what?”

“I just wanted a reason to talk to you.”

You stared at him.

“Pedro…”

“I know, I know, pathetic—”

“No,” you said, setting your book aside and crawling into his lap, “romantic.”

He kissed you slow. Like he had all the time in the world now.

And he did.

Later, he picked up the first book you ever recommended and smiled at the cover like an old friend.

“You made this one better.”

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[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi ! Just discovered you through your D-16 x reader fic and your writing is MWAH MWAH yummy 😋 ahhhh thank youuu, I've been craving for tf one fics, I want to request a short fic with D-16, Orion Pax and Gn! Reader who's a racer from that various reader prompts you posted awhile ago? Anything else is up to you! Go wild

Thank youuuu 🫶💐

Pairing: D-16, Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Showcasing your appreciation for your fans leads to an unlikely encounter.  Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, cybertronian!reader with a cog, size difference, awkward flirting??, forehelm kisses, and fluff.  A/N: Aww ty for the love! Hope you enjoy :) Word Count: 800+ words 

"What are we doing back here?" Came a rushed whisper from one bot. 

"What does it look like, genius? We're here to meet, ___."

"What?! You said you wanted to show me something, not break into a racer's personal quarters!"

"Psh, I bet they meet all sorts of fans back here all the time, besides, I'm sure they won't mind the bot they blew a kiss at to come and meet them backstage." 

"...you mean me?" 

"You?" 

"They blew the kiss at me."

"My friend, you need to get your optics checked, I'm pretty sure that kiss was meant for-" 

Orion didn't get to finish his sentence when the door to your quarters opened and your shiny figure stepped out and into the hallway. You glanced down at your newly filed digits before glancing up to spot two small, cogless bots standing in front of you. 

"...." 

"..."

"Why, hello there…where did you two come from?" Your voice was as warm as the sweetest energon and caused the tense mechs to ease up. You crouched before the two and placed your servos on your knee pads. One mech was blue and red, a lot more colorful in appearance and personality compared to his standoffish, silver colored mech companion. They were obviously miners from what you could tell from their chipped paint and dusty frames. 

The blue and red mech cleared his throat and prepared to speak until he was nudged back by his friend.

"We were lost! Yeah, we didn't mean to come…all the way here," The silver mech gave his friend a side-optic glare. 

"Could you help us find our way out?" The red mech briefly met his companion's shocked expression with a teasing smirk before switching his bright gaze onto you. "The name's Orion Pax, this mech over here is-"

 

"-D-16, nice to meet you…I'm…your biggest fan! I've been to almost all of your races and-" D-16 stammered out his introduction and seemed to be digging a further hole for himself as he rambled on. His friend watched with a familiar fondness before he snapped his gaze to the racer when their bell-like laugh rang out. 

"Aren't you two the cutest fans I've met," You cooed before pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll show you the way out, follow me." 

Orion pumped a servo when you turned away and winked at D-16 as he went to walk by your side. D-16 only rolled his optics and quickly went to catch up. 

“So, ____, how do you win like all the time?” Orion started the conversation. 

“Practice makes perfect,” You replied with a smile. 

“And what do you do when you lose?” Came the interesting inquiry from the silver mech. Realizing how his question might imply something bad, “I mean, how do you deal with the pressure of needing to be the best? I couldn't imagine having all those optics on me at all times.” 

You giggled and mulled over his question for a few nanokliks. “Well, I suppose I don't beat myself up about losing a race, after all the races would be boring if my rivals weren't on my level.” 

“Right! Makes sense. I, uh, thank you." D-16 felt his face plate warm as your bright optics made contact with his. 

"You're welcome, thank you two for seeing me,” You stopped when the exit came into view. “I haven't had this much fun in a while, I hope to see you too at the finish line again.” 

“We'll be there, ” Orion nodded as he nudged D-16 toward the exit. 

D-16 bit his bottom derma before turning back around and walking over to you. 

“Can…can I get a signature?” 

You blinked before your dermas curved in happiness at the timid request made by the mech. You see, instead of signing merch the regular way, you usually left your ‘mark’ on any special fan who caught your attention. It was a very rare occurrence which is why those bots claimed they'd never wash the mark off. 

 You crouched down and tilted the mech's helm back by curling a digit under his chin. D-16's breath was caught in his intake as your dermas pressed against his helm. He stood there frozen even when Orion came to his side and asked for a mark as well.

You obliged and kissed his helm as well. 

Orion leaned into it as you pulled away, you stifled a laugh as you booped his nose to snap the red and blue mech out of his daze. 

“Well…I'll see you two at the next race,” You mused before turning to leave. 

Orion and D-16 were standing there, pedes frozen to the ground as they processed the previous events. 

“Guess that blown kiss was meant for both of us.” 

D-16 only rolled his optics before smacking Orion's arm.

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Peter hale x reader - sweet on you

Hello, not sure if your requests are open but if so, could you please please write Peter hale x fem reader? There isn't enough peter hale out there - Anon💜

It was clear to anybody around Scott and his pack didn’t want Peter around, despite the fact they needed his help on a few occasions they didn’t enjoy asking him or being near him.

Which might have been why Peter started following you around like a lost puppy, he usually showed up at your work around lunch time, he walked you to and from your car, and was even known to just invite himself over to your house.

At first it was unnerving, you thought he wanted something out of you, or was trying to pry for information and your brother and his pack, but Peter wasn’t one to be patient, so when months had passed and he still hadn’t made any move to try get you to show or tell him anything, no weird behaviour or comments you let your guard down a bit.

You begun to enjoy his company, started chatting to him a little bit more and he seemed more than happy to hold conversations with you.

Scott, his pack and your mom weren’t fond of this, they didn’t like it, Derek least of all, but they were all partially relieved that since he was so confused on staying around you it kept him out of trouble.

Today was no different, you were doing some housework when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hello Peter.” You called out.

There was a small pause before a reply came.

“Do you just assume anybody walking into your home is me?”

You turned to look behind you just in time to see Peter walking through your kitchen doorway sipping a cup of coffee as he sat down in one of the chairs.

You give a small shrug to him and turn around to carry on washing dishes.

“Pretty much, everybody else at least knocks before coming in, even if they’re in a rush.”

Peter hums slightly and set his cup on the table and leant back in his chair as he watched washing the dishes.

“There are machines that will do that you know.”

“I know but I don’t have one so unfortunately for me I have to do it.”

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes slightly as you cast him a brief glance before going back to what you were doing.

“Cause I’m not made of money.”

“I have money.”

“Good for you?”

You dry your hands as you look at him slightly confused at his statement.

Peter gave a small chuckle at you shaking his head as he got up and walked over and lightly flicked your forehead.

“No you idiot, I’m saying I’ll buy you one if you want me too, I just need to check to see if you have space for one.”

“You really don’t need to do that but I’m fine washing them.”

As you finished that sentence he had already begun exploring your kitchen and opening things checking to see where you had room for one in the kitchen.

“Peter come on I really don’t need one stop.” You sighed.

“To late I’ve already found a place for one, seriously every good home has to have a dishwasher it’s just so much more convenient.” He said padding back over.

Peter looked around your kitchen before looking back to you.

“Seriously you need to remodel its very old style in here and not in a good way.”

You raise a brow at him, taking a sip of his coffee before pulling a face and taking the lid off to add sugar.

“You know nobody is making you come here right? You have free Will Peter you can go wherever you want to.”

“You don’t seem to be complaining when you’re taking my coffee.” He said gesturing to his cup.

Offering him a shrug and a little grin you took a small sip of the coffee.

“You know the rules Hale, if you bring it here it’s free game.”

He hums a little bit as he helps himself to some snacks from the fridge.

“A small price to pay I suppose, you’re much more tolerable than the others, less broody.”

“Yeah that’s true, in a delight.” You grin.

“Yes and full of yourself too apparently.”

“Yeah says you.” You scoff, slapping his side.

Most people wouldn’t have gotten away with that, and part of Peter was ready to snap at you for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He never could, he simply just looked at you and rolled his eyes slightly, bringing a hand up to lightly flick your forehead again before gently rubbing the spot.

“The difference is that it suits me, but you, (Y/N) are not that type. You’re the selfless type, and that’s why I like you more.”

Peter gestures to your hands that were slightly red from the hot water of you washing the dishes.

“And your hands don’t deserve to look like that, they shouldn’t be red and sore.”

You offer him a small smile and lightly shake your head a little bit.

“Honestly it’s not even bad Peter, this is what hard work looks like you know.”

Peter hummed a little, looking down at you.

“Well you shouldn’t have to do hard work, you already do so much for that moronic brother of yours and his pack, you’re basically a free therapist for them all.”

You sigh slightly.

“He’s my brother Peter, there’s not many people him or his friends can talk to about all of this, and everyone knows you’re not going to sit and play therapist to them.”

“Hey I never had anybody to talk to about this stuff and yet I turned out wonderful.”

Laughing you shake your head at him and smile up at him.

“Of course you did you big idiot.”

“Hey, careful now I’m the big bad wolf remember?”

“Oh of course you are how could I forget.”

Peter smirked a little bit, standing in front of you and crossing his arms, leaning down a little bit.

He showed you his claws and his eyes turned bright blue.

“You’re saying this doesn’t scare you? Especially knowing everything I’ve done, Hm?”

You give him a small smile and bring your hand up to lower his, being mindful you didn’t accidentally catch yourself with his claws.

This wasn’t new to you, every so often he would do this, almost as if he was trying to scare you away.

“You know it doesn’t Peter.”

His smirked gaze way to a soft smile and a small chuckle as he put his claws away so he didn’t hurt you and his eyes returned to normal.

He shook his head slightly at you and press a very soft and almost unnoticeable kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re far too precious for someone like me, for this world in fact.” He smiled.

He tapped the coffee cup in your hand and guided you to sit down at a chair.

“Stay, let me go get lunch.”

With that Peter left, leaving you sat there.

This was your everyday life with Peter, he was sweet then would distance himself but you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you that much was clear

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

[yonomori-rei]

Rooftop Romance

A/N: Hey all! Rei here! It’s my first time writing on Tumblr (and first time writing an x reader fic AND kiss scene), so please bear with me! I'm still tryna figure this out. Any RESPECTFUL feedback would be welcome! Also, Happy New Year!!!

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Genre: fluff, comfort (?) – I still don’t get what the hell that is

Content warning: stupid, lovesick fools, a depressed (normal) Dazai, swearing, mentions of suicide (c’mon guys, it's Dazai), kissing, idk what else so lemme know if there’s anything else I need to add...

Synopsis: Two idiots on a rooftop, trying to sort out their love lives, and a sane friend (Yosano) sighing in relief once everything ends well

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It's way too loud. The music is starting to make your head throb, and you close your eyes, trying and failing to find some quiet within. Had your best friend, Yosano, not dragged you to the “small” party the agency is throwing to help welcome the new year, you would’ve gladly spent your time huddled under the covers of your comfortable futon, soft pyjamas caressing your exhausted body as you slowly lulled yourself to sweet sleep.

But nooooooooo, instead, here you are, still at the agency on the last day of the year well past your working hours, forcing a smile that has probably turned psychotic by now – you can feel your cheek muscles burning – and trying to behave amicably with your friends. 

“(Y/N)-san! Are you okay?” 

A wide-eyed, white-haired male comes into your line of sight, a worried expression plastered on his innocent face. Shaking your head with a reassuring smile, you say in a cheerful voice that was laced with fatigue,

“I’m alright, Atsushi-kun, just a bit tired. It is quite hot and stuffy in here, not to mention the noise.”

Atsushi nods with a sympathetic look, before suggesting,

“Why don’t you go up on the rooftop, (Y/N)-san? It’d be quieter up there, and you could do with some fresh air!”

Smiling tiredly, you nod your thanks, before turning away gracefully, eager to get out of the suffocating room. However, you are stopped once more, and upon seeing the culprit, you huff in annoyance and do little to hide your disdain.

“Leaving so soon?” The amused tone does little to quench your irritation, and instead adds more water to the dam of displeasure that was threatening to break within you. 

“What, Yosano? Haven’t you done enough by dragging me here in the first place? My poor futon is lonely without me!” Unfortunately, your irritated scowl only made her laugh harder.

“Your futon will survive (Y/N). Now, why are you trying to escape? You haven’t forgotten you lost our little bet, now, have you?”

You look absolutely murderous now, the urge to wipe the smirk off Yosano’s face becoming unbearable. Oh, how you long to use that chainsaw of hers on her to hear her beautiful screams. But soon, that anger boiling away within you turned on yourself, and you cursed your overconfident, past self...

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“Nuh-uh (Y/N)! I won fair and square, and we agreed loser has to do one thing the winner says...”

You pout adorably, big puppy eyes blinking innocently at the sadistic doctor before you, hoping it would give you a lighter sentence, but alas, it did nothing to sway her. The room the two were in was dark, save for the four, small candles lit in the middle of the room on the floor in between the two, giving a red glow as the aroma of roses clung around them. It was easy to mistake the atmosphere for romantic, had the inhabitants not been cackling madly a few minutes prior, unhinged grins lighting their faces.

“Confess to Dazai at the party the Agency is throwing tomorrow. I can’t bear to see you still pining after him like a lovesick fool for any longer!”

Your eyes widen for real this time, the innocent act from before long ago abandoned, as a soft blush made its way across your cheeks. You look away shyly, and ask in a small voice,

“C-confess? Me? B-but...what if...”

You trail off, fear seizing your chest as you think of finally allowing your true feelings to surface. There is no way you could confess...you don’t have the guts to go up to him...You were close friends, but what if you ruined that by confessing? What if he doesn’t like you back? Dazai Osamu does not seem to be a man that sits back and waits if he has feelings...surely, he would have confessed to you by now if he liked you? Your heart says you’d be better off trying so that you’d have an answer, and one less regret to add to your list of life-long, dumb (Y/N) moments, but your head was too much of a coward to listen.

And seeing you in such a dilemma had forced Yosano to take matters in her own hand. She had carefully crafted the perfect trap for you to fall into in order to get you to confess to the man that had seized your heart. And you definitely didn’t need to know that she had cheated in the game in order to win. Yep, Yosano preferred causing pain rather than enduring it.

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“Yosano, please! H-he’s not even here! So, why should I even stay?” 

Yosano’s expression softens. She gently takes one of your hands into both her own, and squeezes reassuringly as she says,

“I’m doing this because I want you to be happy. (Y/N), I don’t want you to ever look back and wonder what would have happened if you had confessed, I want you to know that answer. By the way, he’s on the rooftop,” your breath hitches at this information, “But I won’t force you. The choice is yours now.”

With a final, soothing smile, Yosano leaves to drag Kunikida with her to the make-shift dance floor at the centre of the room to bend him backwards (hoping it breaks a few bones which she could mend) but you’re too busy in your own world to notice. Standing frozen in front of the staircase, you attempt to clear your head and calm yourself. Determined not to let Yosano’s efforts go to vain, you let your legs carry you to him.

And once you spot Dazai Osamu, your breath leaves you. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall with his left foot propped up, left knee acting as an arm rest. His eyes are closed whilst his long fingers are rhythmically tapping against his right thigh, a mindless action of his that is making your mind race with thoughts you’d rather never share with anyone. The gentle wind ruffles his soft, brown locks, and a genuine smile is gracing those pretty lips you often find yourself staring at. He looks so...so at peace that a part of you wants to preserve that rare expression of his and not bother him. Pull yourself together (Y/N), you think to yourself sternly, and before your brain can come up with any more excuses, you softly glide towards him.

“H-hey, Dazai-kun,” you hate how nervous you sound as you approach him tentatively, almost like you’re trying not to scare him away, when in reality, it is you who wants to run away.

He finally cracks an eye open, before letting it fall shut again, humming a reply. You stop a few feet away from him, your courage evaporating away at his unenthusiastic response, and you fidget with your hands, unsure of what else to say. Almost as if he could sense your growing unease, Dazai heroically fills in the silence,

“Why are you so far away, Belladonna? C’mere,” he pats the spot next to him, and you sink to the floor beside him, unable to process a single though as the proximity addles with your brain.

Smiling softly, he asks,

“Do I scare you, (Y/N)-chan? You always seem to keep your distance from me nowadays.”

Shaking your head vigorously, you answer, thankfully without stuttering this time,

“Never, Dazai-kun! I just feel...nervous around you.”

He frowns at this, and you long to smooth out the crease between his eyebrows. Your hand twitches, and your pinkie finger accidently grazes the bandaged hand next to yours, eliciting a pink blush to dust your cheeks. Dazai’s gaze immediately falls on the hand next to his, and you dare not move it. Suddenly, as if on instinct, his large hand engulfs your smaller one, and before you can stop it, a soft gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his calloused yet gentle hand sends a warm feeling through your chest, and a timid smile makes its way across your face. Piercing, brown eyes turn to give you a scrutinising stare as the frown marring his ethereal face deepens. His inquisitive eyes are searching for answers, trying to decipher every secret your soul holds, before letting out a weary sigh.

“I was hoping it would not come to this,” his voice is low, and makes your blush deepen at how intimate this feels, his voice feels. You still do not have the nerve to look at his face, instead opting to stare at your intertwined hands.

But he lets go – and you miss the warmth he provided already – as he stands up and walks to the edge of the rooftop, and you stumble to your feet gracelessly before jogging after him. You shoot Dazai a questioning stare, trying to ignore how gorgeous his side profile looks, as you attempt to get answers. When he finally turns to you, a frown is settling on your face now. He is smiling, yes, but it was the one he wears for everyone else. Too fake, too forced. You do not like it. But before you can say anything, Dazai speaks,

“What’s your New Year’s resolution, (Y/N)-chan?”

Unable to stare at his fake persona, you look ahead at the vast city at your feet. Yokohama was truly a beauty, especially at night with its magnificent lights, and your heart swells with pride at the fact that you’ve contributed to protecting this place. This home. Your home.

“I want to let go of my fears. I want to be brave.”

He regards you with a curious expression, before chuckling softly and you relish at the sound, subconsciously relaxing at such a pure burst of happiness. You were the cause of this. And you love it.

Childishly, he retorts,

“Don’t you wanna know my resolution, ‘donna? It’s to commit a double –”

His eyes widen in surprise as you frantically cut him off by covering his mouth with your hand. Somewhere in your mind, you feel a surge of utter elation as you feel his soft lips against your palm, but you’re too anxious to fully process this.

“Please don’t say that,” you beg Dazai with tears in your eyes, and this time, he is able to disguise the shock he feels from your intense display of emotions.

A vacant smile is plastered on his face as he gently grasps your wrist and pulls you hand away. Not letting go, he emptily states,

“It’s not like anyone will care or miss me.”

“No!” you shout it, you scream it, you yell it so loudly that you yourself flinch at the cacophonic noise. It echoes, the raw desperation in your tone deafening, and you both stare at each other, you in shock, him waiting for you to recover.

“The agency will care!” you insist, boldly grabbing the front of his trench coat as if to prevent him from running away from your sharp words. You seem to be unconscious of your actions, too absorbed in trying to convince the suicidal man before you, “Atsushi will care! You’re his mentor, what will he do without you?!”

Suddenly, the strength leaves you, and you sway on your feet before falling forward against Dazai’s chest. Firm arms wrap themselves around you, holding you in a gentle embrace as you gulp air, burying your head into his chest to hide your tears. Weakly, you utter,

“I care.”

Dazai sighs softly, resting his chin on your head as he holds you close to him, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he gently rocks you back and forth. Taking in a deep breath, he whispers in your ear,

“My sincerest apologies for making you upset, my love.”

Your head shoots up at the nickname, and he chuckles at the innocently surprised expression on your face. Wiping away your tears and gently brushing the hair out of your face, he looks into your eyes with a tender expression. Smiling exhaustedly, he adds,

“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to push you away, (Y/N).”

In the distance, the countdown for the new year begins.

10

“W-what do you mean?” You ask, confused.

9

He twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers as he answers quietly, “You came to confess to me, didn’t you?”

8

You look mortified, jaw falling open in shock, although you should have expected a great detective such as Dazai Osamu to deduce this. You ask in an accusatory tone,

“You knew this whole time?”

7

Failing to stifle his laugh, he nods his head with a mischievous glint in those vibrant brown eyes.

6

“Bastard!” You gasp out, but there’s no real bite in your tone as you hit his chest hard.

5

Dramatically, he cries out, “I’m sorry my love! Those emotions you feel, I feel them too! So please, spare me the pain!”

After a few beats of silence, his cheery façade fades away, leaving a serious, broken man who says in a forlorn tone, “But I, a monster, do not deserve someone as pure as you.”

4

You expression softens, as you gently take his face in your hands and firmly say,

“Your past actions do not define who you are. You’re trying to be a good man. You’re on the light side now. And that big leap you took, it shows that you’re the furthest thing from a monster, Dazai.”

3

He steps closer, the hands on your waist tightening, and gratitude drips from his tone as he says,

“Thank you (Y/N), for always being there for me. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

2

Your smile turns sly as you say,

“I know of a way.”

Your eyes quickly dart to his perfect lips, before finally looking him in the eye, and his reciprocating smirk tells you that he perfectly understands what you have just implied. The depths of both your emotions hits the other full force, and you both lean closer, foreheads touching, noses brushing past each other. You can feel his hot breath against your mouth, and you unconsciously part your lips as you stare deep into his soul.

1

With utter adoration, you utter,

“I love you, Dazai.”

Without missing a beat, he earnestly replies,

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Your eyes flutter shut a millisecond before he closes the gap, replacing the air around you with something much sweeter. His lips meet yours, soft and gentle as they caress yours, pouring all of his love for you into your first kiss. Fireworks go off around the both of you, creating a beautiful illumination of a new couple, but you are too absorbed in the intoxicating love Dazai is providing you to care. The cheering below feels as if they are specifically for you, and it causes you to push yourself deeper into his embrace. At last, you break apart, gasping for breath, as you rest your head against his chest, a dopey smile playing on your lips. Chuckling deeply, he huskily asks,

“How was that, my Belladonna?”

Teasingly, you remark,

“Not bad.”

He pouts, and it takes all of your willpower not to kiss it away. Relenting, you admit,

“It was perfect, Dazai, just like you are.”

You don’t know if your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you swear you just saw the great Dazai Osamu, the world’s biggest flirt, blush at your words. But you don’t dare ask him. Not when he looks so content, just like he did when you first stepped foot on the rooftop. Resting his forehead against yours, he states,

“It appears you have fulfilled your new year’s resolution.”

Giggling, you reply,

“Yep, it appears so!”

And with a sudden burst of courage, you grab his collar and pull him down to you, smashing your lips against his passionately. 

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A/N: It was much shorter in my head 😅 Well, this is my New Year’s gift to all of you! And Atsushi definitely knew someone was waiting on the rooftop for our lovely (Y/N), that sly li’l kitty...

[just-zy]

Lost a letter (II)

pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!

summary: You have a hard time trying to swoon Wednesday, but having her roommate be your friend? It doesn't always end well... maybe...

A/N: this took longer than I anticipated.. sorry 😞

Warnings!: cursing, I don't know, my writing, lemme know if I have a bunch that needs to be put on warning!

part 1 || Masterlist

I woke up earlier than usual, the nerves got to me. I had this moronic dream where I literally slipped to my face and Wednesday freaking Addams saw the whole thing, which certainly had me wide awake at what, 4AM. Great. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep considering the anxiety radiating off of me.

I feverishly walked to my desk, turning my light night on. I expected my desk to be scattered with papers and whatnot, not an ounce of cleanliness recalling the night before. Rubbing my eyes while my left hand caresses the desk in front of me, I grumbled thinking about why I didn't feel anything that was on my desk, until my fingers lightly bumped on a paper.

Uncovering my eyes, I took the time staring at the singular parchment on my table that was staring right back at me.

Did Enid send this off while I was asleep? Did she clean my desk as well?

Thinking nothing of it, although it looked odd with its aura that was spitting at me, I still took my time opening it vigorously.

„

In the library tomorrow 8pm sharp, if you want that letter back.

„

Someone had my freaking letter. I was fuming, I glanced around trying to find a clue if they had left anything else behind— Why the fuck was my window open.

...

"Enid I swear, you have to come with me!", Begging and insisting wasn't really my thing, that letter anxiously kept me up this morning. She was hesitant at first, but then looked so sure that she wasn't going anywhere with me. "Y/N. I won't be going because I have a project that I have to finish with Yoko, now go before that letter gets to Wednesday!" She then urges me to scurry away.

I huffed as I knew I had no other choice than to oblige, I grumbled and whined how unfortunate I was being.

Making my way to the library felt like an eternity, dragging my feet on the concrete wasn't really the brightest idea, but I couldn't help it. Thinking about all the horrible possibilities once I'm in that library.

What if Wednesday is already there waiting for me?

Peaking through the door as I took slow and cautious steps inside, you never know, people tend to come here to make out..

I made my way to a nearby table, and I noticed a folded paper.. Holy shit that's my letter!

"Hello, Y/N."

Oh no.

At a fleeting moment, I took a hold of the letter and stuffed it in my coat. "W- Wednesday! Hey.." I spun around, completely sulking about the situation I was in, I still can't comprehend how my letter got here.

"..Well? Don't you have something to give me?"

"I– what? Pardon?"

She sighs and crosses her arms, lightly tilting her head to her left. "You sent me a note, a note that says to meet you here. At this specific time. To hand me something?" Her brows creased, as if she was inspecting me. I coughed and started making excuses, "Are you sure it was me? It could've been anyone–"

"You're the only one here. Now hand it over, I don't have all night." I backed away as she began taking a step forward, closer to me.

My fingertips shook as it made contact with the crumpled paper in my pocket. What would she think of me once she read this letter? Would she stop giving me those nods when we pass each other through the corridors? Would she stop being my seatmate? Would she still be able to give me her undivided attention?

I took out the letter, straightening and smoothening the creases I unintentionally made.

"Here– I'll be leaving now if you don't mi—" Before I could've finished my sentence or even get passed the door, she took a hold of my wrist, her other hand busying itself to fold open my letter.

“

Wednesday Addams,

In the quiet corners of my heart, you found a blank canvas, untouched, waiting for your touch, for your ink to dance across its surface.

With each glance, a line was drawn, with each word, a shade deepened, you traced your essence onto my soul, transforming the emptiness into art.

In the soft light of dawn, I feel the permanence of your mark, etched into the depths of my being, a testament to the bond we share.

In the quiet of night, you dip your pen into the inkwell of my soul, each stroke, deliberate and tender, traces the contours of my unspoken truths.

Not merely a signature, but a symphony of lines and curves, your presence has become the ink that writes my story.

In the stillness of the night, you arrived, a whisper on the wind, a brush dipped in starlight, ready to ink my soul with your essence.

”

Her eyes scanned through the words that etched on the parchment, the longer I stuck still, the longer her hand grips onto my wrist, it didn't hurt me, it might've reassured me at some point, but not the nagging in the back of my head.

After she was finished, she folded the paper back to its form, placing it on the wooden table, her grip on my wrist loosened as she examined my face. The softness of her gaze made my knees buckle, such action showed how hopeless I was when I'm around the girl.

The only thing that brought me back to reality was her touch, her touch alone can send me into orbits of galaxies, even without her realising. How her thumb caressed my wet cheeks. I hadn't known I'd been crying.

The taste of her burgundy lipstick, and the warmth of her lips. I truly felt like I was front to front with Satan's door, ready to let him take my sins and my wrong doings. The way I quietly sobbed onto her lips as she held me with such care and gentleness.

Maybe this was the nagging feeling that kept me up, the ink to my soul.

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E: what happened! Tell me everything!

T: *typing everything through Wednesday's typewriter*

part 1

A/N: okay so I don't take full credit of the free versed poems... I had a.i help me with a few, I hope you all liked it!!

[suudbe]

hi! i hope you don’t mind me asking but what happened with Akatsuki? im very out of the enstars loop so i feel a bit lost in understanding what all is going on 😅 feel free to ignore me if you don’t want to explain!

No problem at all! I'll explain to the best of my ability.

Recently, Enstars added 5 new idols. One of the new idols is Taki Ibuki and he is from Okinawa and is Ryukyuan. When Japan colonized the Ryukyu Kingdom, they forced the people to assimilate into Japanese culture. This process is called Japanization.

So, when rumors came out about the Ryukyuan character Ibuki possibly joining Akatsuki, a unit focused on Traditional Japanese aesthetics, people who know that history immediately called out the implications of writing such a thing. The head writer is known to write indigenous characters disrespectfully, but surely he wouldn't go this far?

It's been stated in several Akatsuki stories that Keito, Kuro, and Souma want it to only be them. There is a heavy emphasis on them having a bond stronger than blood. This is gonna be a one-off collab that leads to something bigger maybe Ibuki will go solo! Literally anything else BUT this please.

What followed was a story that mischaracterized every Akatsuki member. It was like all character development was reversed, for Keito, it seemed like he was a completely different dude.

The Enstars official twitter released a message to "Please not spoil the last few chapters for at least 4 days 🥺" they've never done this to my knowledge. It was blatant damage control for the shitstorm they had created themselves. Ibuki was brought into Akatsuki. What followed the next few hours were QRTs in all different languages absolutely GOING IN on Happyele, as they should. I saw so many people mourning the future of the franchise, many more leaving altogether, so much sadness and anger.

People connected the dots of releasing a Rei along with the event, since he's very very popular, and also announcing the PJSK collab. These would build up hype so maybe people would overlook it or it would draw them back in or some shit.

If I'm to sum it up in one sentence I'd say that Akatsuki was blatantly mischaracterized so they could fit their racist narrative of Indigenous people being "primitive" or "fixable" and needing to assimilate into Japanese culture.

Hopefully I explained the gist of it, I have a hard time phrasing and I've been told I explain things a bit unorganized. Here's a link to a twitter thread that most certainly explains way better than I could and two Wikipedia links that helped me learn.

A thread by @/gitsunegal on twitter written Oct. 10th when the rumors started. The last tweet in the thread is after the announcement, Jan 3rd.

A Wikipedia article on Japanization, contains summaries of not only Okinawa but also other areas that experienced Japan's colonization.

A Wikipedia article on the History of the Ryukyu Islands, I'd like to specifically point out the section Okinawa Prefecture, 1879–1937. Starting at the section Battle of Okinawa, the article discusses heavy topics such as rape, violence, and death.

If I missed anything or if any information is inaccurate please feel free to correct me or add on.

[cindergorge]

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 - chapter sixteen

Sophia left her old school to start a new life, to start writing a new page in her book and leave all the mistakes in the past. What happens when the most precious thing she lost because of those same mistakes comes rushing back into her life, but not for the reasons she hoped for.

It's so about her

-

Sophia let out a deep sigh, tying her shoelace as she dropped her foot off the bench. The locker room was buzzing with lively energy, people were chatting in every corner of the room, some excited about practice and others about the upcoming games.

"I can't wait to see how she plays today," Sophia grimaced at the sentence. Right, she was at the practice today.

She let out another sigh, standing up from her position and doing the stretches their coach advised them to do.

Usually, they'd be doing them out on the field under Mrs. Lee's supervision, but today she didn't have time, she was right outside the room, talking to you.

"You okay?" She felt ryujin's hand on her shoulder, "you look annoyed."

"Yeah, I'm fine," she tried to sound nonchalant, but ryujin raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't seem like it," she pressed. "Is it about the new addition to the team?"

"What?" Sophia widened her eyes. "No, of course not. Why would it be?"

"Chill, I was just guessing," ryujin chuckled, "but, now that you reacted that way, I'm guessing it is about her?"

"No, I'm just tired, that's it," she tried to dismiss the topic, but ryujin thought otherwise.

"It's totally about her," she gasped. "Why? What happened? Did you two have a falling out?"

"A what?" Sophia furrowed her eyebrows.

"Falling-" ryujin was cut off by the sound of footsteps.

"Okay, everyone," Mrs. Lee smiled brightly. "As you already know, we have a new teammate!"

"Hello," you waved, looking around the room before your eyes stopped on her body, a small smirk making its way on your face.

Sophia's breath hitched as she quickly looked down at the ground, ryujin nudging her side.

"Please welcome her warmly; she used to be one of the best players at her old school," what a liar, Sophia thought, accidentally letting out a loud scoff.

"Yes, Sophia?" Mrs. Lee's and everyone else's attention in the room was now on her, including yours.

"I-I... it's um," she slowly looked up, directly meeting your eyes, "it's nothing."

"Okay, then, let's go out on the field, time to practice!" Mrs. Lee clapped her hands as everyone squealed in excitement.

"It's so about her," ryujin whisper-shouted as they exited the room.

Sophia was sweating, not just from running around the field and tossing the ball, she was also sweating because she was nervous as hell.

She was so distracted that she had already gotten two weird looks from her coach, completely surprised by her lack of skills, even though she knew she had plenty.

All she could think about was how you looked at her in the locker room. Why did you smirk at her? Were you planning something? And why was she so nervous just thinking about you?

In the first few minutes of practice, she was flabbergasted by how good you were at football, funny how you used to hate it and would only go to games for her.

She could never imagine you being on the field, let alone playing football.

"Sophia, pass the ball!" A loud shout of yeji's voice broke her train of thought.

Before she could even process what was happening, the ball was gone from between her feet.

She looked in front of her, confused, only to see you running away, taking the ball with you.

She quickly jogged up to you, trying anything to rip the ball from your feet, only to receive a harsh shove in response making her end up on the grass, face-first.

No one moved to help her up, you didn't even look back, only running towards the goal even faster, you angled your foot and struck the ball cleanly.

The ball hit the back of the net as everyone on your team cheered, running over to you to celebrate.

"Amazing!" Mrs.lee came onto the field, smiling from ear to ear.

Sophia grumbled, sitting up on the grass as she looked down at her knee, a cut, great.

She blew on the wound, hissing in pain as she tried to get up.

"Are you okay?" She looked at the two feet in front of hers and the outstretched hand both belonging to none other than you.

"What do you want?" She tried to sound annoyed, but inside she was dying of happiness that you were speaking to her.

"I'm trying to help, so be a good girl and take my hand," you remarked with a snarky tone, "don't want anyone to think that I did that on purpose now, do i?"

"Whatever," she took your hand, and you helped her up. Your hand was as soft as a pillow, she didn't want to let go, but as soon as she was on her feet you let her hand fall, wiping yours on your shorts making Sophia wince quietly.

"Oh, Sophia, your leg is bleeding," one of your teammate's called out.

"Oh, yeah, Sophia you should go to the nurse's office," you feigned innocence, acting like you hadn't notice the injury before, giving her a fake, sympathetic look.

"Yeah, you're right," your coach chimed in, watching as Sophia started to walk away, only for her to let out a groan right after a taking a step.

"I-I think I sprained my ankle," she let out a Huff, trying to take another step but failing miserably.

"Y/n?" Mrs. Lee turned to you.

"Yes?"

"Please, accompany Sophia to the nurse's office."

"Okay."

"I can walk."

You rolled your eyes at her, quickly circling your hand around her waist, as you placed her hand around your shoulder.

"I'm not happy about this either, so suck it up," you mumbled quietly, before turning to the rest, "I'll take Sophia, don't worry."

They smiled and nodded, turning back around to continue practicing.

"I could've walked," Sophia grumbled, trying to keep up with your pace as you kept dragging her with you, "slow down, I can't walk that fast."

"I could've walked," you mimicked her, "yeah, right."

"I'm being serious, my leg hurts and your practically dragging me!"

"Oh my gosh, such a headache," you groaned, carefully walking her to a nearby windowsill, "lean on this."

"What are you doing?" She let out skeptically, looking at your hunched over figure.

"Get on my back."

"What? No."

"I said, get on."

"And I said, no."

"I swear to god, Sophia laforteza, you're getting on my last nerves, just get on my fucking back!" You yelled.

"FINE!" She yelled back.

Carefully wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist, she let her whole body weight lean on you.

"Why-"

"Please keep quiet, it's already enough I have to be in the same vicinity as you," you interrupted her.

"Stop acting like I transferred to YOUR school, like I joined YOUR football team and like I shoved YOU so hard to the ground, that now we're in this situation," you groaned, quickening your pace.

"You know why I transfered here, and you also know why I joined the football team, I thought I made that very clear in our last conversation."

"Last conversation? You mean when you confronted me for stalking you?"

"Exactly that, sweetheart," you chuckled.

"Stop calling me that," she looked to the side, thank god you couldn't see her face, she was sure as red as a tomato.

"Why? It still flusteras you?" She could her the smirk in your voice.

"Not at all."

She felt disappointed when she see the nurses office come in the view, she wanted keep talking to you, this was the first time she has spoken to you face to face in two years.

"Here, sit," you sat her down on a chair, turning to the nurse, "she sprained her ankle."

"It's okay, I'll put some ice on it and you'll be good to go!" The nurse said cheerfully walking away to grab a pack of ice.

"Just because I acted nicely towards you today doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did, just so you know," You said turning towards the door.

"I know," she sighed, giving you a tight lipped smiled.

"I meant what I said in those text," you quickly spat out before she could say anything more, "I'm still gonna get my revenge on you, I'm just not a sadistic person to leave you hurt."

With that you turned around and left, leaving Sophia to think about your words.

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Ruby's note: first written chapter!! Srry if it's trash!! Im on a terrible writers block😭😭

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[daenysx]

Avoid this If I'm not doing this right. But your writing is phenomenal and I wanna read more of it. This is a request for modern Aemond Targaryen scenario. I'm imagining something like, he is in a fling type of thing with someone, nothing serious. But it suddenly hits him, he comes to realization. (I hope this makes sense 🥹)

thank you so much, angel, i hope i got this right <33333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, fluff

"-so basically we're supposed to edit all the writings, it's actually fun, but it takes a few hours to finish one of them. My eyes are hurting, I have to remember taking my glasses with me tomorrow."

In Aemond's defense, he's listening. Really, he's focused on every detail of your first day on the editorial board of a school paper. It's just- hard to keep himself from smiling as he's watching you make yourself a huge glass of iced latte by using his espresso machine. You move in his kitchen like it's your own, know the places of glasses by heart.

"Do you want one? I can try to make one without milk, you're probably better at using this machine than me, though."

He finds himself shaking his head. The coffee you make always hits harder. He never thought why, maybe it's the feeling of someone doing something for him. His mouth suddenly tastes weird. It always happens when he gets lost in his head.

You're taking a big sip from your coffee, your face relaxes visibly. Aemond's fascinated by the sight of you loving the drink so much. "I've been waiting for this since that last page. I hope I didn't mess up editing it."

"I'm sure you did fine," he says. He feels like a fool who can't form a sentence using more than five words.

"Are you okay?" you ask, taking another sip. He looks good, he always does. There's an unsettled look in his eyes, though, as if he's trying to figure something out. You've always liked solving his puzzles, watching his big blue eyes and charming smile.

"Yes, I just-" fell in love with you. Want you in my life. In every corner of my apartment, your perfume lingering in my air, your clothes and books invading my space. "I was thinking about something else. Sorry."

"It's okay," you smile. "Can we watch that movie you told me yesterday?"

Aemond nods, you take your coffee with you as you step inside his living room. The couch is soft, he started keeping a fluffy blanket on it after your second time coming here. It's like a piece of you that he likes to keep, sometimes he falls asleep under it thinking about telling you the book he's currently reading.

He doesn't know anything about falling in love, only he's a quick learner and he thinks things come naturally sometimes. It's exciting, discovering what it would be like to love you, he's ready to find out the rest. Settling down on the couch next to you, he helps you with the blanket. You're all comfy in his space and the smell of your hair hits him like a nice wave of affection.

"Can I- can we-" someone punch him in the face so that he can stop mumbling.

You look at him with a pair of curious eyes and he leans in with an instinct.

"I've been waiting," you say, your hand cups his cheek and he can feel the softness.

"Hmm," he tilts his head, your neck adjusted just right for him to reach you. You close your eyes, your elbow leaning on the couch. This close, Aemond's cologne is distinctive and you like how it feels familiar. When his lips touch yours for the first time, it's both warm and safe. It feels right.

The kiss doesn't last long, Aemond brushes his lips on your chin when he pulls himself back. Your hand finds his, his long fingers fit right in your own. It's a good way to spend the evening, he thinks. He can even confess how he feels if he kisses you one more time.

starry girl sleepover ☆

[ilovebabyducks]

Brother's Best Friend ; Sam Monroe Pt 3

Sam Monroe x Female OC

Pls I've been so bored I can't stop writing... Anyways enjoy!

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“So why'd you call?” Bradey said smiling as he put his hand on your thigh. You looked out the window as your house became smaller and smaller the farther you went down the street before you turned the corner completely out of view. 

“I just got into it with my brother and his friend.. I didn't really wanna be home.” you sighed resting your head back against the seat.

“My parents are home but I told them I'd be out for a while. My spot?” his spot. The words rang in your head immediately replaying the scene at dinner. He's probably taken Alyssa and other girls here but anything was better than being in that house. 

“Yeah your spot.” you sighed suddenly feeling less interested in Bradey than you had been before. Sure you knew he dated many girls but just off of Sam’s comments alone you had completely lost any interest you had in him. 

He pulled into a parking lot that was up on a hill that viewed the whole city. You unbuckled your seat belt and got comfortable in your seat facing towards Bradey who looked at you with a smirk.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked as he repositioned his hand on your thigh, squeezing it. 

“Well you know my brother Mikey and his friend Sam go to college about an hour away. Well they're back for the summer and it's already a mess. I mean we don’t always get along but it's like they purposely-” you stopped your sentence when you felt Bradey start to kiss your neck. 

“Bradey what are you doing ?” you pushed him off slightly but his body barely moved.

“Don't worry I'm listening, Honey girl.” Honey girl. The nickname you told him is what your brother and Sam called you growing up. He somehow began to think that meant he got to use it too.

“Bradey how can you listen when you're trying to-” 

“Isn't this what we came here for? I mean you finally wanted to get it over with? That's why you called in such a rushed matter you got too horny and needed my help.” he laughed trying to kiss your neck again.

“I mean isn't that why you're wearing that slutty outfit.” Suddenly a tee shirt and jeans was slutty all because you could see your undergarment. Fuck what did you get yourself into?

“No, I came here to talk.” you scoffed pushing him away harder than before. Bradey’s whole demeanor changed in that moment from funny and suggestive to a look you had never seen him give you before. He looked like a totally new person.

“God you are such a prude you know that. I get you field passes to my games all summer, and I think, hey maybe she's finally ready to give it up? But then you get in my car and while I'm trying to kiss you, you're loud mouthing about two boys. I mean come on Honey kind of a slutty move.” Bradey scoffs, hitting his steering wheel. 

“I'm talking to you about my brother. How is that even the slightest bit suggestive.” you said face full of disgust.

“Sam is not your brother. I can't even believe youre sleeping in the same house as a boy who isn’t blood related to you.” He shook his head, his insecurities were seeping out of him as he spewed more and more nasty comments to you.

“Let me out.” you mumbled. You heard the door unlock, Bradey didn't even protest. You quickly opened your door and started to walk back down the road on the hill. Bradey pulled up beside you and rolled down his window.

“You know Honey. You really are a nice girl, I'll give you that. But any guy who says he’s interested in anything besides getting in your pants is a liar. I mean for christ’s sake youre the only virgin left in this whole fucked up town.” and without saying anything else he sped away the same way he did when you had got into the car with him not even two hours before. 

You continued to walk back to your house, the drive would take about 10 minutes but walking would probably take a half hour. You couldn't call home in fear of getting in trouble. You wished that every payphone you passed by you could pick it up and call someone to get you. But you couldn't so you kept walking down the dimly lit streets. 

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As your house came into view you sighed of relief, feet aching from the long walk. It must have been around nine or ten now. You highly doubted that your parents were still awake being that they had work in the morning. 

 You hopped up onto the banister of the front porch and curled your fingers along the rain gutter. With all of your strength you pulled yourself up and swung a leg over to help boost yourself up more. What you weren't prepared for was to see your bedroom window closed. Maybe Sam really did cover for you? You looked into the window to see your bedroom light off and only your swan night light illuminating the room with pillows stuffed under the covers that looked like a body. 

You smiled as you reached to open your window pulling up before realizing it was locked.

“Shit.” you silently cursed trying again. The window didn't even budge.

You looked over to your right to see your only other option. Sam’s window. Your really didn't want to see him like this eyes even more puffy than when you left due to sobbing on the way home after bradey’s confession but you had no other choice. 

You looked through his window to see him shirtless in plaid briefs turned away so his back was facing the window. You hoped that maybe he wouldn't notice as you attempted to open his window next. To your surprise it was unlocked.

You gently slid the window up before ducking inside as slowly and smoothly as possible, making sure not to knock anything over in the process. As your feet hit the carpet you sighed of relief and turned to close the window as quietly as you could. 

“Back so soon.”

“Oh my god!” you clutched your chest turning around to see Sam now sitting up in bed smirking at you. You glanced over his body noticing his arms had gotten bigger than they were last summer and his stomach was more toned. 

“Be quiet. You don't want your mom to wake up to see you in my room with me like this would you?” he teased throwing the covers over the bed off his body as he got up to stand in front of you. 

“Sam, I just wanna go to bed. Please.” you said quietly feeling defeated after everything that had happened tonight you were in no mood for his usual teasing. You attempted to push past him but he grabbed your wrist pulling you back in front of him. 

“Sit.” he said pointing to the bed next to him. 

“Sam. Please-” 

“Will you just let me apologize, Honey? I don’t even want to lecture you just fucking sit down.” you nodded and sat down on the bed looking down at your hands as sam leaned against the windowsill. You didn't dare to look into his eyes that burned holes straight through you, urging you to just look at him.

“I'm sorry honey, okay? I’m sorry me and your brother were mean to you at dinner. If you think he's the one then go ahead, who am i to judge i just-” Sam stopped as soon as he heard you sniffle.

“Hey..” he said quietly as he bent down to your level in front of you so he could see your face. 

You looked up to meet his blue eyes with your tear filled ones sniffling once again.

“Sammy, he was horrible.” you cried, your bottom lip quivering as you looked at him. You hadn't called Sam the nickname Sammy since you were maybe twelve but he wasn't complaining. Hearing you say it made his heart flutter but it was quickly interrupted as he saw more tears spill out of your eyes.

“What the fuck happened? Did he touch you? I’ll fucking kill him.” he moved your long hair out of your face gently caressing your cheek with his ring clad fingers. While his words were violent and cruel his actions were soft and loving.

“No.. He just.. He told me the truth about boys, I guess. And well he called me a few names but really it was-”

“What did he say to you?”

“Sam, I don't want to repeat it.” you looked back down at your hands not wanting to make eye contact with him anymore. You had never really noticed how much bigger he was than you despite him still being skinny. He towered over you even when he was crouching down in front of you.

“For me? Please.” his hand moved from your cheek to under your chin forcing you to look at him.

“He called me a slut.. And he-he told me that any boy who wants anything to do with me only wants to fuck me because… i’ve never done anything before.” 

“I'll kill him.” he said but this time it was quieter than before, almost like he didn't want to scare you.

“You're not a slut Honey. You are the farthest thing from that. Do you understand me?” he said tilting his head to the side a little while still holding eye contact with you.

“Okay..” you mumbled, sniffling. Sam reached his other hand that wasn't holding your chin up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. He blamed himself for being the cause of all of this, if he had stopped your brother from making his comments instead of adding on then you would've never ran off with Bradey. But he also then wouldbt have been able to get this close to you like he had been wanting to since he saw you run down the stairs to greet him when they had first arrived. 

He knew that his comments earlier had a tinge of jealousy to them and that's why there seemed to be more negative than usual. Sam knew you were a nice girl and that was just an understatement. You were gorgeous and always so sweet and willing,he knew that you didn’t exactly have experience in the guy department so it made you more desirable to some. He always thought if he scared away any guy from getting too close to you then he would neer have to worry about seeing you like this, but he was so wrong.

“Let's get you to bed, yeah?” he sighed helping you up off the edge of the bed and towards your bedroom. He opened up your bedroom door for you and leaned against the door frame as you walked inside, turning towards him before grabbing the door handle. 

“Night Sammy.” You smiled weakly at him.

“Sweet dreams Honey girl.” he pushed himself off the door from walking back towards his room. He sat down on his bed placing his head in his hands. He was going to kill the star quarterback if it was the last thing he'd do.