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writerinthewoods05 · 5 months ago

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Hellooooo! I've never really sent a request before so I hope I'm doing this right. I saw that you write for adult Nyx and NO ONE ever really writes for him so I was wondering if you could write Nyx x reader based off of the song "not like I'm in love with you" by LEW. Basically just them being like older teenagers maybe and just acting like pining idiots. Maybe if you could do some smut too🥺🙏 I just I love your stuff and I've had this idea in my head and I can't write it myself so... Also I love shadows and snow angels!!!! So cute!!!

Oh my gosh Lovely, your brain! I love it! This was so fun to work on and I hope you enjoy!

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We're just friends, right?

Nyx Archeron x Fem Reader

Here's the Spotify code if anyone wanted to listen while reading, just screenshot or download it and scan it in the app.

Ever since Nyx turned 18 he was always flirting a new female. He hardly ever spent time with you anymore and you were upset! I mean you had every write to be, you were his best friend, Which meant you automatically deserved his undivided attention constantly. Rhys thinks otherwise, maybe he can try to knock some sense into you both.

Word count: 10.1k oh my God!!!!

Requested: yes!

Warnings: smut, so much plot, jealousy, p-in-v, oral F receiving, unprotected sex, fairly vanilla surprisingly, Nyx being oblivious for a bit, Nyx also being a skirt chaser, Rhys being the dad we all deserve, we die like men

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Author's note: this took sooooooooo looooooong! First the app glitched and I lost an hour worth of editing. Then it did it again and I gave up for about 20 minutes and then I came back to try again to find that the app did save the changes and just decided not to tell me! In any case, this fic has taken over 7 hours of editing so far not including the writing so I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!

You sat on Nyx's bed and listened to him as he told you about the fling he had the night before. He was in the bathroom, a towel hanging loosely around his waist as he shaved. You rolled your eyes for the millionth time knowing he couldn't see you at the moment. You were Nyx's best friend had been since you were kids, Unfortunately that meant that you were basically volunteering to listen to him after he has a fling with a new female. Oh well you choose this...

"Ok so after Rita's you took her back to her place and...."

Nyx poked his head out of the bathroom, a lather of shaving cream on his jaw as his eyes met yours. He flashed you a cheeky grin, clearly amused by your eye-rolling antics.

"Well, as you can imagine, things got a bit... heated," he said, drawling the last word. "I mean, have you seen Mia's s place? The view alone was enough to get my blood pumping." He chuckled and disappeared back into the bathroom, the sound of the faucet turning back on. You could hear him continue, his voice echoing slightly off the tiled walls,

"So there we were, on her balcony, the city lights twinkling below us... and one thing led to another. You know how it goes, Anyway, let's just say she was quite... enthusiastic, and the things that girl can do with her hands... Also she moaned like a bitch.. in a good way of course you know Very vocal, if you catch my drift." Another pause, followed by a low, appreciative whistle.

Nyx emerged a moment later, now shaving cream-free and rubbing a towel over his freshly shaven jaw. He flopped down on the bed next to you, still bare- chested and barefoot, the towel just barely covering his modesty.

"Honestly, Y/n, the things that girl could do with her tongue... I'm not sure I'll ever be the same." He shuddered dramatically, a dazed grin spreading across his face at the memory. You knew he was just try to pester you but said nothing. Rolling over to face you, he propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief and self- satisfaction.

"So, what do you think? Should I go see her again like tomorrow, Or do you think I should let her miss me.... just a little bit?" His grin turned sly, a eyebrow arching wickedly as he waited for your reaction. He knew you'd give him hell, but he also knew you'd never stop him from having his fun... even if a small part of you wished it could be you he was eager to see again.

You gave him a kinda grossed out face at hearing the details but thought for a second. You were just being a good friend, at least that's what you told yourself. It's not like you wanted him like that.... It was just... Whatever...

"You should go for it, I mean if you enjoyed yourself that much... Why wait right?"

Nyx's grin widened, his eyes glinting with triumph as he saw the slightly green tinge to your face.

"Why so squeamish, Y/n?" he teased, reaching out to playfully boop your nose. "It's not like I'm telling you anything you haven't heard before Besides, you're the one who always says I should be more adventurous. He smirked, the word dripping with innuendo. Rolling onto his back, Nyx folded his hands behind his head, stretching out languidly like a satisfied cat.

"I think... I think I will take your advice. Meet up with mia again tomorrow night, see where things go. Unless... you have other plans for me?" His tone was playful, but there was a flicker of something more in his eyes as he looked at you, a hint of a different kind of hunger,

"Gross!"

You shoved his shoulder as he sat up, grabbing the towel before it could fall. You smirked and watched as he entered his closet to find an outfit. It always stung to hear about Nyx's escapades for some reason but he was the high lord and lady's son. He was as witty as his mother and as handsome as his father, no wonder females basically threw themselves at his feet. You'd be lying if you hand thought about doing the same but really you and Nyx had been friends since you were kids, you were just being ridiculous.

"How about this time you wear a shirt that has buttons past your bellybutton" You tease him as you stay on the bed and let him change in peace. Nyx stuck his head out of the closet, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in your flushed cheeks and the way you'd shoved his shoulder.

"Oh, so now you're modesty police?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock outrage. "I thought you liked the view, Y/n." His eyes twinkled with playful accusation, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He disappeared back into the closet, the rustle of fabric and the clunk of hangers on the rack filling the air. A moment later, he emerged wearing a crisp black shirt, the buttons indeed done up all the way to the top. The shirt accentuated the broad expanse of his shoulders and the lean lines of his chest. He did a little twirl, his grin widening as he caught you staring.

"There, is this better?" he asked, a smug note in his voice. "Or do you have other... sartorial advice you'd like to share?" There was a playful lilt to his tone, but also a hint of something softer, gentler. A warmth that made your heart skip a beat, even as your mind told you you were being ridiculous. You stood with an annoyed smile and walked over to him before making him lightly on the chest and walking past him into the closet.

"Well now you just look like nerd. At least unto the top two, seriously how you ever get laid is beyond me..." You say sarcastically as you grab a jacket that would match his look and the weather both.

Nyx's eyes widened in mock offense at your teasing jab, a hand flying to his chest as if wounded.

"A nerd? Me? Why, because I actually bother to cover up in polite company?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I'll have you know, the ladies find my intellect... captivating... Among other things..." He said with a smirk as he flecks his arms making the fabric go taut. there was a playful gleam in his eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

As you rummaged through his closet, pulling out a sleek leather jacket that would complement his outfit perfectly. Nyx leaned against the doorframe, watching you with an amused expression.

"But I suppose I can take your fashion advice, just this once," he said, plucking the jacket from your hands and slipping it on. The leather hugged his broad shoulders and accentuated his lean, athletic build. He struck a pose, cocking an eyebrow at you with a grin. "There. I'm practically a fashion icon now, Happy now?" There was a playful note in his voice, a teasing lilt that made your heart flutter in your chest. But there was something more too, a warmth and affection that made you feel cherished, valued...

"your a dork you know that." You say chuckling as you pass him again to go get your shoes and purse. It was Friday which mean you, Nyx, Rhys, Feyre, Azriel and Morr would go to Rita's, to have a night out. Nyx's grin only widened at your teasing jab, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Guilty as charged," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "But you love me anyway, you big softy." He winked at you, a playful smirk on his lips as he watched you gather your things. As you both made your way downstairs, Nyx slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

"You ready for a night out?" he asked, a note of excitement in his voice. "I hear Rita's has a few new drinks on the menu . Might be a good chance to cut loose, dance a bit, maybe with someone else for a change..." His eyebrows danced suggestively above his smirk, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

Nyx's parents and aunt and uncle were already waiting by the door, looking stunning as always. Feyre's gown was a shimmering work of art, while Rhys and Morr were equally impeccable in their formal attire. Azriel even wearing his normal black leathers seemed to look just as put together as always. They turned to greet you both, warm smiles on their faces. "Bekah, you look lovely," Feyre said, pulling you in for an air kiss on each cheek. "And you, my love look like your father, as always." she teased, a playful note in her voice.

"thanks mama." Nyx's eyes crinkled with affection as he came and kissed his mother on the cheek.

Already you could feel the anticipation building, the promise of a night filled with laughter, dancing, and maybe, just maybe, a chance to let go and be a little reckless. You could only hope that nyx would actually spend the night with you guys instead of running off for the night with the first female he smiles at. It had been so long since he had actually spent time with any of you when you weren't at the house.

once you got to Rita's, the six of your found a table and ordered dinner and drinks. This was probably the third or fourth time you'd been allowed to drink alcohol here. You didn't handle it particularly well and You didn't love it by any means but you tolerated it enough to indulge when your overly nervous.

You glanced over at Nyx, noticing he was quieter than usual. You followed his gaze to a pretty blond female all the way at the bar across the dance floor. Of course..... You'd been here 10 minutes and he already got his eyes set on someone, at least he wasn't up and leaving the table yet but you knew that could change at any second so you focused your attention on having a conversation with Rhys. Nyx wasn't a womanizer, he was kind and did think of other people's feelings. Granted if a female showed interest in him he usually wouldn't turn her down but he was never against a relationsh- why the hell are you even thinking about this! It has nothing to do with you! Gods what is wrong with you as of late, it was exhausting....

Nyx felt your gaze on him and glanced over, catching your eye. He offered you a small, distracted smile, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. The blonde at the bar had caught his attention, her laughter ringing out over the pulsing beat of the music as she joked with her friends. He downed the rest of his drink, the amber liquid burning its way down his throat, before standing abruptly.

"Be right back," he murmured, not quite meeting your eyes as he made his way towards the bar. You watched him go, a mix of exasperation and... something else, something you didn't want to acknowledge, churning in your gut. This was just like Nyx, spotting a pretty face and being drawn in like a moth to a flame. But then again, when had he ever been able to resist a challenge, a chance to charm and captivate? It was in his nature, a part of his very being, Feyre said he got that from his father. And yet, a small, traitorous part of you wished, just for once, that he might look at you the same way, with that same heated intensity... But no, you pushed that thought away, disgusted with yourself for even entertaining such a notion.

you mentally try to shake the feeling of and turn your attention back to Rhys seeing as your friend as yet again left family time to go get laid. Shit this was becoming a habit... And it was really starting to bothering you.

Rhys noticed your distraction and followed your gaze to where Nyx was now engaged in animated conversation with the blonde, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair, studying you with a thoughtful expression. "He's a grown male, sweetling," Rhys said, his voice a low rumble. "He knows what he's doing." There was a note of mild reproach in his tone, a subtle reminder that you were being a bit... overprotective. Possessive, even. But then again, Rhys had always seen the depth of your bond with his son, the unbreakable connection forged in childhood that had only grown stronger with time.

you made a face and shook your head dismissively.

"I know that. It's just... Annoying," Sure let's go with that. You thanked the Cauldron when your drinks arrived. You took a large sip of your drink in hopes of clearing your head of what ever this possessive, Jealous feeling... No, not not jealous, that would be ridiculous...

"This used to be when we all would spend time together and ever since be turned 18 he never... Nevermind, doesn't matter."

You took another sip and made absolutely sure to keep your eyes away from the bar. Rhys's eyes softened as he studied your face, a flicker of understanding in their depths. He reached out, his large hand coming to rest on your shoulder in a comforting, fatherly gesture. "Ah, y/n," he said, a note of gentle reproach in his voice. "Is that what's bothering you? That things have changed now that your both getting older?" His gaze drifted to where his son stood still engrossed in conversation with the blonde. A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he turned back to you.

"He's not a child anymore, sweetling. He has... needs and desires that he's just beginning to explore. It's natural, at his age. Lets not forget, he's a freshly adult Illyrian male, I'm not going to sit her and pretend that we aren't known for getting around. Rhys's thumb absently rubbed your shoulder, a soothing motion. "But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to spend time with you anymore. You're still his bestfriend, That will never change-"

You cut him off and shrug him his hand off of your shoulder. Rhys had always been like a second dad to you and you were always very welcome to any advice he had for you but for once you didn't want to fucking hear it. You made sure to slam your mental shields up and close the cracks snugly before your responded.

"I don't need the sex talk Rhys. I'm not a kid either ok, I just meant that it just... Aggravating that he'd rather spend his time chasing females that do actually give a fuck about him over spending time with his family. It fine he's his own person, it's just annoying...."

You you didn't try to cover the disgruntled look on your face as you down the last of your drink as signal the bartender to send you another. Rhys watched as you downed your drink and signaled for another, a hint of concern flickering across his face. He knew this was a sensitive subject for you, a raw nerve that you didn't want him to touch. But he also knew that sometimes, the things we didn't want to hear were the things we needed to hear most.

"Y/n," he said softly, his voice low and gentle. "I understand your frustration. I do. But you need to accept that people change as they grow older, and so do their priorities. Nyx will always make time for you, no matter what. But he's also entitled to his own life, his own experiences."

Rhys paused, letting his words sink in. "Spending time with a pretty female isn't a betrayal of his friendship with you. It's a part of him growing up, and I know you used to be extremely close but-"

you just stood and grabbed your bag before turning to Rhys a badly disguised pissed off expression etched into your face.

"Actually I'll see you all at home. l forgot I have to be up early tomorrow, I'm gonna head home early."

You said with a dry tone before turning and striding to the exit and leaving. It was clear that Rhys, in trying to meditate, had only pissed you off more. What he didn't see was the hurt that made you feel like screaming when you realized Nyx hadn't even noticed you'd left. You only felt the burning of Rhys and Feyre's gaze burning into your back.

Nyx was still engrossed in conversation with the blonde, oblivious to your abrupt departure. He was laughing at something she said, a hand resting casually on her hip as he leaned in close to hear her over the pulsing music. The blonde was eating it up, hanging onto his every word, her eyes shining with admiration and a hint of something more. Nyx was in his element, charming and captivating, but he was also utterly focused on his new companion, not sparing a thought for the empty chair across the room where you had been sitting. The sight made you sick, your stomach twisting painfully.

You didn't stop storming out of the building even when you hard footsteps coming after you. You finally decided to turn and for a half second your heart jumped to see a dark figure emerge from the the doors. Only to have that flutter be smashed again to see Rhys exit and not his son. Nyx really didn't even notice you left... Why the fuck did you even care anyway, the answer was getting harder and harder to deny with every passing day.

"Y/n, wait," he said, his voice low and urgent. Rhys caught up to you quickly, his longstrides eating up the distance between you. He reached out, his hand closing around your elbow, halting your furious retreat.

"I know you're upset, but please, talk to me, you know I'm always here." There was a note of concern in his tone, a hint of something else, something that made your heart skip a beat despite your anger.

Rhys guided you to a quiet spot nearby, away from the thrumming music and chatter of the bar. He studied your face, his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and worry. "Talk to me," he coaxed softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on your elbow. "Tell me what's really bothering you. Is it... is it just about Nyx? Or is something else? Whatever it it, bottling it up isn't going to help you sweetling." His gaze was intense, searching, as if he could see right through to the tangled mess of your emotions. As if he knew that the anger masking your face was only a flimsy veil for something much deeper, much harder to name.

You close your eyes and force yourself to keep your mental shielding up as you thought of a way to respond without sounding absolutely pathetic.

"I just... I have, other things going on and I'm just... Like I said I have to be up early tomorrow, I'd just be better if I went home now..."

You avoided the question with as many lies you could muster. You HATED lying to Rhys but you felt like your heart and mind was rebelling against each other and you couldn't tell him why you were upset if you couldn't even admit it to yourself

Rhys's eyes narrowed, a flicker of skepticism crossing his handsome features. He wasn't convinced by your flimsy excuse, and he knew you well enough to see through any pretense. Leaning in closer, his voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur,

"Y/n darling, look at me." His fingers tightened gently on your elbow, a silent command. "I've known you since you were a little girl. Your the closet to a daughter I have and I can tell when something is your not telling me something, and why won't you just tell me what's wrong?" His gaze softened, a glimmer of compassion and understanding in their depths. "Please, talk to me. Let me help you, you know the last thing I'll ever do is judge you for hurting... whatever it may be. You don't have to do it alone." There was a tender note in his voice, a gentle encouragement, as if he were coaxing a skittish horse to trust him. His thumb continued its slow, soothing circles on your elbow, a silent promise of comfort and support.

Your eyes were locked on the concrete as they welled slightly and you just let yourself lean forward to hug him.

"I'm just... I don't have a right or a... A reason to be mad but I am... And I'm so fucking angry that I don't know why..."

Another lie... You knew deep down exactly why you were angry and it wasn't even with Nyx. You were mad at yourself for being a fucking coward.

Rhys wrapped his strong arms around you as you leaned into his embrace, holding you close. He made no move to pull away, allowing you the comfort of his warm, solid presence. "Shh, it's alright," he murmured, one hand coming up to stroke your hair in a soothing gesture. He he rested his cheek on top of your head gently as rocked you from side to side, the same why he would when you were a kid and scraped your knee. "Everyone has a right to their feelings, Bekah. You don't need a reason to be upset." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "Sometimes, the most difficult feelings to understand are the ones that come from within ourselves. They can be the hardest to acknowledge, to accept." His voice was low and gentle, a tender rumble in your ear. His hand continued its gentle caress, a silent reminder of his unwavering support and love.

"it's like I don't exist to him anymore..."

You whispered into his chest and just slumped to lean into him more. You had never even wanted 'that type of attention from Nyx but at the same time, for some reason, you didn't think you'd ever have to ask for it either....

Rhys's arms tightened around you as he heard the quiet admission, a flicker of realization crossing his face. He leaned back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Darling," he said softly, his eyes searching yours with a newfound understanding. "You could never be ignored, not by anyone, and certainly not by my son." His thumb brushed gently over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you, sweetling. We all do." His voice dropped to a low, fervent whisper.

His gaze held yours, intense and sincere, a silent promise. "And I know Nyx loves you too, even if he's not always the most... perceptive about showing it." A wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he pulled you back into his embrace, cradling you close. "Give him a chance, sweetling. Give yourself a chance to see what's right in front of both of you." His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he held you, a silent comfort and reassurance.

"He's always perceptive... That's the problem..."

Rhys stilled, a flicker of surprise and a hint of something else, something softer, crossing his features. He searched your face, a new understanding dawning in his eyes.

"You're upset because you feel invisible to him. Because you think he doesn't see you the way you've always seen him." His voice was low and gentle, a tender murmur. "But darling... that couldn't be further from the truth."

"Nyx sees you, Y/n. He's always seen you. He's just... not always the best about showing how he feels." A wry smile tugged at his lips before he brushed a tender kiss to your forehead, a silent comfort. "Be patient with him, you know he can be a bit slow sometimes." He said giving you tight squeeze if only to make you laugh.

"Right, he sees me and because he can't talk to me about it, he goes fucks anything with a pair of tits cuz that makes perfect fucking sense!"

Your anger flared faster that the heaviness that settled onto your chest once again. You pushed out of Rhys's hold before covering your face with your hands and giving Rhys a quiet apology before just turning on your heel and winnowing back to the river house.

Rhys watched you go, a mix of concern and newfound understanding etched into his handsome features. He stood there for a long moment, his brows furrowed as he processed the revelation, the pieces falling into place like a puzzle. Then, with a determined set to his jaw, he strode purposefully back into the bar, his mind made up.

Nyx was still engrossed in conversation with the blonde when Rhys approached, a look of grim determination on his face. He tapped Nyx on the shoulder, a gesture that was almost a bit too rough to be polite. Nyx turned, a look of embarrassment and mild annoyance flashing across his face before he saw who had interrupted him. Rhys leaned in close, his voice a low growl in Nyx's ear.

"A word, son?" he said, a note of command in his tone. He didn't wait for a response before turning and heading towards the entrance once again, expecting Nyx to follow. Nyx hesitated for a moment, a flicker of confusion and irritation in his eyes, before he muttered a quick apology to the blonde and followed in his father's wake.

Rhys led them to a quiet corner, away from prying ears and eyes. He turned to face Nyx, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern.

"Y/n left" he said without preamble, a note of accusation in his voice. "She was upset, and I think I know why." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Son, have you ever stopped to think about what that girl means to you? Really think about it?" His gaze bored into Nyx's, a silent challenge. Nyx opened his mouth to respond

"She's my bestfr-" a look of bewilderment crossed his face, as Rhys cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"No, listen to me," he said, his voice low and intense. "She is more than just your friend, she's your bestfriend and if you were using your brain she might actually be more. She's been by your side since you were a kid, a constant in your life. And you need to seriously think about how your actions might be affecting her" He paused, letting the revelation hang in the air between them.

"So why do you think she's hurting, Nyx? Why do you think she's been so agitated recently?" His gaze searched his son's face, a silent demand for honesty. Nyx stared at his father, a look of confusion and dawning realization slowly spreading across his face. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, as if struggling to find the right words.

"I... I don't know," he said finally, a note of uncertainty in his voice. "I never really thought about it." He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture of frustration and bewilderment. "I mean, Bekah is my best friend. She always has been. It's not like she really cares, she's the once egging me on most of the time, But..." He trailed off, a flicker of emotion crossing his features as the implications of Rhys's words sank in, Rhys watched his son closely, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"But what, Nyx?" he prompted softly, a gentle encouragement. "I know damn well your smarter than this boy."

His gaze searched Nyx's face, a silent demand for honesty and introspection. He didn't get it but he was satisfied when Nyx cursed under his breath and practically sprinted out to the street before winnowing away too.

You were in your comfort pajamas with a half eaten tub of ice cream and a sappy romance book in your lap by the time Nyx opened the front door and flew up the stairs. You had stopped crying by now and had just decided to stay in one of the guest rooms for the night to just wallow in your self pity and get lost on one of the love stories Nesta had lent you... It was easier that thinking about your actual predicament... When Nyx had bust through your door. You screamed and jumped from the bed as you started at him for a minute.

"What the actual Fuck Nyx! you scared me to death! What are you even doing back her, I thought you would have found somewhere else to be tonight?"

Thank the Gods the words didn't sound as bitter as they felt as you picked up your ice cream and book from where they had fell before standing and pulling on your robe gently trying not to act as if he hadn't been the one to practically rip your heart out of your ass and feed it too you in pieces.

Nyx stood in your doorway, his chest heaving and his eyes wild. He looked.... disheveled, in a way you'd never seen him before. His hair was mussed, his shirt slightly askew, a look of barely contained turmoil etched into every line of his body. He stared at you for a long moment, his gaze roving over your pajama-clad form, taking in the ice cream, the book, the robe. Something flickered in his eyes, a heat that had nothing to do with the physical, and everything to do with the emotional turmoil that was clearly consuming him.

He took a step into the room, then another, until he was standing right in front of you. He reached out, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders, a gesture that was almost too tight to be gentle. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough and ragged. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just... I needed to talk to you." His thumbs rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, a gesture that was almost unconscious, as if he couldn't help himself. He studied your face, a look of confusion and a hint of something else, something softer, in his dark eyes.

"Y/n," he said slowly, as if testing the name on his tongue. "Why did you leave? Why did you run off like that?" There was a note of accusation in his voice, a hint of frustration, but beneath it all, a current of something else. Something that made your heart skip a beat despite yourself. Like he was trying to get a specific answer from you. He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath warm on your skin.

"And don't tell me it's because you had to be up early, cuz we both know that you never get up early after you drink..." he murmured, a wry note in his voice. know there's more to it than that. His gaze searched yours, a silent demand for the truth, a silent plea for understanding.

You scoffed slightly and pulled away before turning around and started to absentmindedly tidy your nightstand. Anything to avoid this conversion...

"Rhys needs to learn to keep his big mouth shut..." You mumbled bitterly. Nyx's reached to wrap a hand around your marn trying to turn you back to him, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes. He leaned in closer, his voice low and intense.

"No, Y/n don't make this about dad, This is about you, and me, and the fact that... I think I've been a blind idiot... for a really fuckin long time..." His gaze searched your face, a look of dawning realization and a hint of something else, something softer, in their depths. "Tell me, Tell me what's been bothering you, what's had you so upset lately." His thumb continued it's small, unconscious circles on your arm, a gesture that was almost soothing despite the tension that crackled between you.

"And don't lie to me. Not now, not about this." There was a note of command in his voice, a silent demand for honesty, but beneath it all, a current of something else. Something that made your heart race despite your best efforts to ignore it.

You let him angle your face to look back at him and swallowed hard as you looked for words. Your not used to seeing that look directed towards you and it was throwing you off. He was fishing for answers, he did this all the time. He had a hunch and he wanted you to confirm it.

"I don't know why I'm upset, probably just hormones or something..." You tried to make an offer handed joke in a last ditch effort avoid the question. "Your allowed to do what ever you want, none of my business...'

Nyx's eyes flashed with a sudden intensity, a glimmer of frustration and something else, something deeper, in their dark depths. He stepped closer, crowding into your personal space, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Stop it," he said, his voice low and rough, a hint of a growl underlying his words. "Stop trying to dodge the question, stop trying to brush this off like it's nothing." He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a gesture that was almost... intimate.

"This isn't about your damn hormones, Y/n! This is about the fact that you've been hurting, and I want you to tell me why!"

"you know why! I just... I never thought I'd have to, fight for your attention. I thought I had it... And then you turned 18 and you proved to me how wrong i was."

Nyx's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of realization and a hint of something else, something softer, in their dark depths. He stared at you for a long moment, as if seeing you for the first time, as if truly taking in the weight of your words. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a gesture that was almost unconscious, as if he couldn't help himself. "Y/n," he said slowly, his voice rough and low. "I... I never mea-"

"just drop it Nyx! forget it, it doesn't... Just forget it."

You huffed, cutting him off and pulling away from him again. You had to get outside, to get some fresh air. You pushed past him and ran down the stairs feeling like the walls were closing in on you. Nyx be damned, your heart be damned. he didn't get it. Of course he never meant to hurt you, how could you have ever thought he did. No.. NO you were angry because you were in lov-... shit you were in love with him. The acceptance hid you harder that the cold night air as you finally made to to the backyard.

Nyx stood rooted to the spot for a moment, a look of stunned disbelief on his face as you pushed past him and raced down the stairs. Then, as if shaking off a trance, he sprinted after you, taking the steps two at a time. He burst out into the backyard just as you were wrapping your arms around yourself, your breath misting in the chilly night air.

He approached you slowly, as if approaching a wild animal that could bite at any second, his hands held out in a gesture of supplication. "Y/n," he said softly, his voice low and gentle. "Please, don't run from me." He paused, a look of newfound understanding in his eyes. "You're in love with me, that's why you've been angry." It wasn't a question, but a statement. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours, a hint of something else, something softer, in their depths.

"yes asshole, fuck of course I..."

You kept your wrapped tightly wrapped around yourself as you tried to keep the panic from seeping into your voice. This was it, you fucked up but it wasn't fair. It was selfish and ridiculous but you wanted his attention, all of it, always! You wanted all of him to yourself! And you had no right to be angry from not getting what you wanted so much when you hadn't even tried to hint that you might have wanted him. You looked back at finally the devastation and the utter longing showing in your eyes. You wanted him, his mind his body, you wanted him so badly it hurt. You had pushed your emotions aside for so long that finally accepting them nearly sent you to the ground.

Nyx stood still, his eyes widening slightly as the realization of your confession sunk in, he hadn't honestly expected you to say it out loud. He stared at you, taking in the devastation and longing etched into every line of your face, the way your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as if trying to hold yourself together. A myriad of emotions flickered across his face - surprise, confusion, a hint of fear, and then.... a softening, a warmth that began to glow in his dark eyes.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, his hands coming to rest on your your waist gently. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were afraid you might disappear if he held you too tightly. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own. You waited for the word to come, the anger, the frustration, but none did. One second he was cupping your face in his hand and the next he was hugging you so tightly you thought your lungs would burst. And the amount of whip lash you got from him pulling back and kissing you like you were life itself.

Your eyes fell closed before your body caught up to your mind and you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You fingers tangled into his onyx hair as you felt him nip at your lower lip. To think half an hour ago you were cursing his existence and now, if you had your way, you be cursing his name for so many other reasons...

"Nyx..."

Nyx groaned softly against your lips, his grip on your waist tightening as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours, a silent declaration of desire and want. He pulled you flush against him, eliminating any space between your bodies, as if he wanted to consume you, to make you a part of him

He broke the kiss, only to trail his lips down the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure, a silent promise of passion and possession. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, a plea, a silent beg for more. And more is exactly what he gave you, his hands roaming over your curves, mapping out the contours of your body as if committing them to memory.

"Nyx, I..." He paused, his breath hot against your skin, a look of fierce intensity in his eyes as he met your gaze. "I love you, baby, I love you and I need you so fucking much right now." He sealed his confession with another kiss, a fierce, passionate claiming of your mouth, a silent vow of love and devotion.

If you hand been so lost in him you might have realized how strange it was for Nyx, the boy who had a new girl every few days seemed to confess to love so quickly. You also might have noticed the burning snap inside your chest as he lifts you into his arms and walked you slowly to press you against the side of the back deck, not seeming to care that you were still outside, completely exposed to anyone that might come home early.

Nyx didn't seem to care about anything but you in that moment, his eyes blazing with a newfound intensity as he held you close. Railing of the deck, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. He leaned into you, his hands gripping your hips, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your hip bones through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

He dipped his head, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmured. He nipped at your earlobe, a gesture that sent shivers down your spine. "I want everyone to know that you're mine, that you've always been mine." His voice was low and rough, a hint of a growl underlying his words.

His words set the fire in your heart spreading to every inch of you he touched. You moaned as you felt his hand come to rest under your ass kneading the plump flesh as he pinned you between himself and the deck. The smell hit you soon enough, Nyx smelled like vanilla and cologne, and books and... Home, he smelled like home. If you hadn't already giving into him completely, that, would have been the final push. Your hands quickly raced over the front of his shirt trying to undo the buttons without pulling his mouth from your neck.

Nyx groaned softly as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his own hands tightening on your hips. He helped you, his deft fingers making quick work of the buttons until the shirt fell open, revealing the expanse of his chest. You ran your hands over the hard planes and ridges, marveling at the feel of him beneath your fingertips.

He leaned back, giving you a moment to explore, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Like what you feel, baby?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "You can touch me all you want, baby. I'm all yours." He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, pressing his growing arousal against your core, a silent promise of what was to come.

Nyx's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, a look of pure, unadulterated hunger etched into every line of his face. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hands sliding up your sides to cup the soft swells of your breasts after curly shoving your shirt up.

"I want to touch every inch of you, to taste every part of you, I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby." His thumbs brushed over your nipples the pads of his fingers digging in a bit. A gesture that made you arch into his touch, a silent plea for more.

Nyx looked up at you as he knelt before you, his dark eyes blazing with a feral intensity that made your heart race and your skin prickle with anticipation. He slowly peeled your shorts down your legs, his fingers trailing over your skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. As he tugged your shorts off, he leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, the shortest bit of scruff scraping lightly against your sensitive skin. He paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin, his hands gripping your thighs.

You pulled him back into a firm kiss and he set you down only to kneel in front of you and pull your shorts from your legs. The look in his eyes almost looked as feral as you felt. You didn't know if it was nerves or something more as you felt what felt like a second heartbeat, thudding in your chest, like a phantom it made your breath race faster.

"I want to taste you, babygirl. Fuck you smell so damn good..." His voice was a low, rough growl, a hint of a promise in his words as he leaned his forehead against your abdomen, his eyes locked on your slit and he breathes in deep, taking your scent again.

"Can I, baby? Can I taste you? Please?" His gaze held yours, a silent demand for permission, a silent plea for you to give yourself over to him completely

Your head fell back at his words as you lost your words again, You reached down to run your fingers through his now unruly hair, it was the only confirmation you could muster in this state of euphoria you were stuck in before he even touched you.

Nyx took the action as a yes, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest. his breath hot against your pussy. He looked up at you one last time, his eyes dark and filled with a hunger that made your heart race. Then, slowly, torturously, he leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, his tongue delving between your folds to taste your essence.

He groaned loudly at the first taste of you, the sound vibrating through you, making your hips jerk forward involuntarily. He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he began to feast on you, his mouth and tongue working in tandem to bring you pleasure. He quickly picked your up and threw your thighs over his shoulders so you were resting on his face completely.

He focused on your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with a skill that left you seeing stars. Two fingers slid inside your dripping core, curling and pumping in a rhythm that had you climbing closer and closer to the edge. You let out a long throaty moan and bucked your hips a bit. Fuck he was good at that, he should be considered how many... No don't think about that right now it'll just piss you off again.

"Fuck Nyx, uuugh!"

Nyx looked up at you, a wicked grin on his face as he continued his ministrations. He could feel you starting to throb, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. He knew you were close, could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He pulled back slightly, his fingers still pumping slowly, his thumb circling your clit with a maddening pressure.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, encouraging rumble. "Let go, babygirl. Come for me, baby, I want you to come in my mouth." His eyes held yours, a silent demand, a silent plea for you to give yourself over to the sensation, to let go and surrender to the ecstasy that awaited you.

You sink both hands into his hair and brace your shoulders back against the deck before bucking against his face again and again, chasing your orgasm so hard you wanted to cry before you felt that coll in your stomach snap, your movements jerking to a halt with a scream. Nyx groaned as he felt your walls clench and spasm around his fingers, your scream of ecstasy ringing in his ears.

"Oh good fucking girl!" He continued to lap at your dripping core, his tongue delving deep to catch every last drop of your release as you rode out the waves of your intense orgasm.

As your movements slowed and your breathing began to even out, Nyx slowly pulled back. He looked up at you, his face glistening with your essence, a look of pure male satisfaction etched into every line of his handsome face. He leaned down capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He swallowed your soft moans, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his large hands.

Nyou could barely stand and was beyond grateful when he picked you up again before climbing the few steps and laying you flat on the deck below him, bed he started pulling at the laces of his pants urgently. Nyx gazed down at you, his eyes dark and intense as he quickly worked at the laces of his pants. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for your touch, for your heat. He needed to be inside you, needed to feel your walls wrapped around him like a velvet glove. He kicked his pants off along with his boxers, freeing his thick, hard length. It bobbed against his stomach, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He crawled up your body, settling himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your still sensitive entrance. Nyx leaned down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

"Ahh NYX Fuck!"

"I need you, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a low, urgent growl. "Fuck i need to be inside you, I'm gonna fuck you so good babygirl... Fuck look at me Fucking look at me..." He grabbed your chin and stared into your eyes as He rolled his hips, the head of his cock slipping inside your wet heat. He groaned as his head fell and his eyes rolled, letting out a silent plea for you to give him the words he so desperately needed to hear.

You lifted your shaky legs to wrap around his waist as your reached to cling to his shoulders. You hand landed firm on his chest as you tried to breath That damn second heart beat felt stronger now, and you felt like you were so warm you were gonna explode! Then you felt it, right before lined himself up with your entrance, his pulse, it matched... The burning in your chest, the need, the emotions, the pulse, you knew those signs. You didn't get a chance to think on it to hard before he thrust himself forward, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the delicious burn that came with the stretch.

"Nyx your- AHh! Fuck Nyx! Please your my- AHH FUUUUUCK!"

Nyx groaned loudly as he felt your tight, wet heat envelop him, your walls gripping his throbbing cock like a vice. He paused for a moment, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he fought the urge to come right then and there. "Fuck, Y/n," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so perfect around my cock." He rolled his hips, grinding against you, letting you feel every thick, pulsing inch of him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured,

"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Mm gonna to fuck you until you can't walk, your gonna be limping for days when I'm done with you." He pulled back slightly, his gaze holding yours, a look of pure, unadulterated love and desire.. and utter hunger etched into every line of his handsome face.

Nyx could feel your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning cock, could feel your body tensing as another orgasm built inside you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he pounded into you with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic.

You could get the words out as he started thrusting into you hard and fast and fuck if it didn't make you want to let him take you whenever or wherever if it felt this good. Your mind was still screaming though the pleasure though, MATE, HE'S YOUR MATE' but you were too engulfed in him to scream anything other than his name as you felt yet another orgasm approaching quickly, fuck, the male was going to be the literal death of you!

"That's it, baby," he growled against your lips, his voice a low, urgent rumble. "Come for me, Y/n. Come all over my cock. Your doing so good babygirl, common! Please I'm so fucking close!" He angled his hips, hitting that special spot inside you with every deep, powerful thrust, determined to push you over the edge and into oblivion.

Nyx could feel his own release approaching rapidly, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your clutching heat. He was close, so close to filling you with his seed, to marking you as his mate in the most primal way possible. With a final, hard thrust and a hoarse shout of your name, he came, his hot, thick essence flooding your insides, painting your walls with his love and desire. As your high washed over you you felt it, a smaller distant snap, before you felt Nyx tense above you like a statue.

"You feel it... The bond..." You whispered in disbelief as you stared up at him, the world around you finally coming back into focus.

Nyx's eyes widened in shock as he felt the snap of the mate bond, a jolt of pure, primal energy coursing through his veins. He stared down at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief, a look of pure wonder etched into every line of his handsome face. He nodded slowly, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I feel it," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet reverence. "Fuck I feel it baby." He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with your own as he struggled to process the magnitude of what had just happened. He lifted a shaking hand, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart ache, and brushed a stray tear from your skin.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispered, his voice a low, fervent murmur. "More than anything. And now... Cauldron, your mine." He sealed his vow with a soft, sweet kiss, a silent promise of a love that would last a lifetime.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know. Can you forgive me?" He say looking at you through half lidded eyes, his gaze hopeful as he hovered above you still. You chuckled at him before pulling him into another kiss and gently flipping his so you were straddling his hips instead.

"I can think of a few ways for you to make it up to me..."

You both had stayed out there for at least another hour, you hadn't even accepted the bond but you felt like you were in the frenzy already. You must have passed out from utter exhaustion at some point because you woke up the next morning in Nyx's room snugged into his side as the morning light shifted through the blinds. You turned your gaze to look at Nyx, he looked so peaceful it made you so much more inclined to stay in bed forever.

"But you look so pretty when your sleeping."

"You know it's rude to stare..." Nyx mumbled without opening his eyes and you giggled slightly and leaned up to kiss his nose lovingly.

Nyx's eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your lips on his nose, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he blinked up at you. He reached up, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with a tender, loving caress. He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through his chest.

"Pretty? I think that's supposed to be my line," he murmured, his voice still rough and gravelly with sleep. He tugged you down, capturing your mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a silent good morning greeting that made your toes curl.

As he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a look of pure, unadulterated contentment in his dark eyes. "Good morning, baby," he whispered, a hint of a growl underlying the words. "I hope you're ready for a long morning cuz I'm not nearly done with you yet." He pulled you at straddle him and rolled his hips, a clear indication of his growing arousal, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited you both. You moaned but quickly scooted off of him before wrapping one the sheets around you and heading for his closet.

He pulled you flush against him, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip, holding you tight against the hard, muscular length of his body. "Come on baby, you can't just leave me like this..." He nipped at your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point, a silent, primal promise of the pleasure. His hand grasping your and grinding his naked cock into your palm, a small growl escaping his as he did.

"As much as I would enjoy that I think i need to go make you some breakfast. Unless you don't want me to..." You say teasingly know damn well he'd want to cement the mating bond as soon as possible. Nyx watched as you scooted away from him, a look of mild disappointment flashing across his face before being replaced by a wicked, mischievous grin. He lounged back against the pillows, his hands tucked behind his head, a look of pure, satisfaction etched into every line of his smile as he watched you wrap the sheet around your luscious curves. He cocked an eyebrow at your teasing words, a low, warning growl rumbling in his chest.

"Oh, I want you to make me breakfast, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "But can't you just stay here for a few more minutes..." He levered himself up, stalking towards you with a predatory grace, a look of pure, animalistic hunger in his dark eyes.

"you act like we will be able to keep are ands off of each other during the frenzy I think you can wait 20 minutes."

"Morning Rhys, morning Feyre."

You say chuckling as you lean up and kiss his cheek before pulling on a pair of his bants and a T-shirt and practically skipped downstairs, or as well as you could considering your legs still felt a bit numb.

"Come on, let's feed you before you eat me instead."

"you act like that would be a bad thing..." Nyx says and slaps your ass playfully and lets you leave so he can calm himself and get some pants on at least.

Once you got downstairs you saw that the coffee post was on already so you head out to the back yard deck, Nyx hot on your trail not dressed to be outside but at least he wasn't naked anymore. You stepped out to greet his parents who had breakfast out there every morning. You actively tried not to stare at the spot 5 feet away where their son had rearranged your intestines a few hours ago as you came and said hello as usual.

Nyx's parents looked up as you and Nyx stepped out onto the deck, offering you both warm smiles. Rhys, rolled his eyes as he took in Nyx's state of undress, while Feyre, his mother, simply smiled indulgently, as if this was a common occurrence. Maybe if you played it cool, they wouldn't find out that you both defiled their breakfast spot the night before.

"Good morning, Y/n," Feyre greeted, her voice warm and welcoming. "It's good to see your feeling better." She glanced at Nyx, a small dismissive smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "And good morning to you too." She said to Nyx as he came over as kissed her forehead lovingly.

"morning Mama."

"Thank you sweetling but we've eaten, we were going to let you know that we are going to have to go take a trip to wind haven, Devlon is starting to act out of line so we should be back in a couple weeks."

"I'm gonna make breakfast if you want some, I can make extra." You offered, as you usually did, trying to seem like you weren't impatient for them to leave for the day. Rhys closed his paper and set it down before standing and stretching for a minute.

Rhys said calmly after offering his hand to his wife to help her stand. You were grateful that they were going to be gone considering you were planing on consummating the bond today, it doesn't tend to stay very quiet. You gave Nyx a look turning away from Rhys and Feyre as they entered the house again before you heard Rhys call over his shoulder.

"And the house better not look anything the the way we found the deck this morning by the time we get back!"

You and Nyx stared at eachother, your faces turning red and you both groaned. Well so much for them not finding out...

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scented-morker · 5 months ago

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Leaked documents

Enha’s reaction when the HYBE leaked documents talk about kicking fem!8th member out… hurt/comfort, 1k words, mentions of iland (that deserves a tw) and haters… requested by 🩵 anon

Heeseung

His heart absolutely breaks 💔

Even in Iland he'd spent countless hours encouraging you, telling you just how talented you were and how much you deserved to debut

When you'd first debuted and gotten hate for being 'out of place' in the boy group, he was in protection mode at every single schedule

Always distracting you from antis and keeping you close on stage

He reminds you just how talented you are, and probably calls Bang Sihyuk himself

"If you ever remove Yn from this group you will need to find a replacement for me as well."

He does NOT play

If you're out, so is he

You're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself for the next few weeks

"Hee I'm just going to the convenience store."

"Yeah? And I'm coming too."

If you get recognized or heckled boy will he have something to say

He's scary

Jay

He's the only one that can get you out of your room

You locked yourself away as soon as you saw the article, but he sits outside your closed door talking into the wood for twenty minutes

When you finally open it up, he's caging you in his arms

"Remember what we promised as trainees?" He asks once the two of you are laid down in your bed

You mumble and he rolls his eyes.

"What was that?"

"You said you'd always take care of me."

"Exactly. And you said you'd let me."

You bury yourself further into his chest, and he strokes a hand through your hair

"We'd never let that happen."

He sticks to his word, taking care of you extra attentively for the next few weeks

He lets you cry and rant about it as many times as you need, insisting that you aren't annoying and you're allowed to be as upset as you want

Jake

Another hugger

Swears up and down he'd kick down every door in the building if they ever tried to take you from him

"Jakey, you couldn't even break a board during our karate episode."

"Because the board wasn't trying to take my baby from me! My love for you would make me strong!"

Okay Hulk 🙄

He makes a post on Weverse that night that includes an old picture of you two together with the caption 'What would I do without you?'

He's perfectly content to stay stowed away in your room doing nothing for the next few days

And when you do have a meeting at the building, he's stuck to your side the whole time

Gives nasty looks to the CEO himself

He acts like they're going to literally rip you away from him, he's holding on to you for dear life every time you have practice

Sunghoon

He's actually shocked because you keep complaining that they made comments about how he looked

No way you're more upset about them calling him ugly than you are about them discussing possibly removing you from the group

"You need to fix your priorities, love."

"My priorities are fine, thank you very much! Sales probably would be better if I was gone, I know that's true. But calling the prettiest boy ever ugly? That's a crime."

He shuts that down REAL FAST

"Sales would not be better, because we'd be miserable without you. Our careers would suffer the minute you left this building. Don't act like you don't matter in this."

You can't even respond

This might be the most fired up he's ever been, and he's staring straight into your soul eyes and you can't help but tear up

"C'mere," he pulls you tighter against him

"It's okay to be upset. They're crazy for thinking we'd survive without you. I wouldn't make it an hour."

Sunoo

He lets you process however you need, but he refuses to listen to you say lies about his favorite person

"I don't want to drag the group down."

He stares at you like you're crazy

"Drag us down?? Sweetheart, you embarrassed us every single week on Iland."

You roll your eyes, but he's insistent

"I know you probably trauma blocked most of it out, but I remember how hard they were on you for being a girl, and yet every week you made them eat their words. You couldn't drag us down if you tried."

He runs his fingers through your hair and starts a loose braid in it, adoring the way you melt into him as he does so

There's a scream from somewhere in the dorm, followed shortly after by a crashing sound that you pay zero attention to

"Besides, I'd probably have killed one of these idiots without you."

This gets a laugh out of you, a real one, and he smiles proudly

"We're always gonna need you."

Jungwon

He's by your side the SECOND the news comes out

He doesn't make a single comment about the ugly crying you're currently doing

He just kneels on the carpet next to your bed and holds your hands with so much softness

He dips his head until you can see him, wanting to have eye contact so you can see his sincerity

"We wouldn't be enhypen without you. You’re part of us.”

He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and lets you tug him closer

"Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I let them take our girl? The boys can barely survive without you when you go to shower.”

He counts it as an accomplishment when you let out an airy laugh, and he places a kiss on your forehead

“I’m not gonna let you go, that’s a promise.”

Riki

When I tell you they had to hold this boy down

Oh he’s ANGRY

Literally glaring holes into his phone when he reads it the first time

Jay wrestles him down before he can go knocking on their CEO’s door

He makes better use of his time by trapping you with his entire body the moment he sees you

“You are never allowed out of my sight. I will keep you here forever.”

You sigh, that’s the dream

“No one else gets my girl if they aren’t gonna appreciate her like they should.”

There’s no humor in his voice, and it makes your heart stutter

“You deserve to be loved so much better.”

Praises you in every single show or content you film afterward

Will straight up tell people to shut up if they say anything negative about you, media training is for the weak

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fastandcarlos · 9 months ago

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Welcome Home : ̗̀➛ Oscar Piastri

summary: as the season comes to an end, oscar finally gets to take you to the place that he calls home 🇦🇺

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ynusername: 2024 season over and out. so proud of all you’ve achieved in papaya this year osc, now to aus and to celebrate in style 🧡

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username1: thank you for always being there and giving oscar all the support in the world 🫶🏻

lilymhe: what am I supposed to do without you for two months 😭😭

username2: enjoy the holidays yn, you guys deserve the best trips ever!

danielricciardo: I’m back in aus for a bit too this break, we’ll have to meet up!

ynusername: @/danielricciardo we were planning on using this time to get away from you 😂

username3: already missing seeing you in the paddock already 💔

oscarpiastri: thank you for being by my side for the year, you’re the best my love 💞

username4: we all know oscar is already winning with you by his side!!

alex_albon: thanks yn…lily is heartbroken without you and apparently now we’ve got to arrange a trip to australia asap 🙄

ynusername: @/alex_albon you know you can’t keep us apart for too long!

alexandrasaintmleux: have the best trip ever girlie, can’t wait to hear all about it ✨

username5: she’s finally going to australia…this is beyond exciting!!!

landonorris: just admit it, you’re gutted you’re not gonna see my face for the next few weeks 😝

ynusername: @/landonorris idk how I’m gonna sleep for the next few weeks without your face in my life

username6: can’t wait for yn and nicole to drive oscar absolutely insane 😂😂

username7: get plenty of rest yn, we can’t wait to see you next season too 💕

iamrebeccad: I already miss you so much it’s not fair!!

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oscarpiastri: a season full of highs and lows and best of all my first race win. thank you for all the support the season, can’t wait to see you all in 2025 to do it all over again 🧡🏎️

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username8: you’ve made us all so proud oscar, congrats on such a good season 🧡

charles_leclerc: enjoy the time at home my friend, it’s the best time of year!!

landonorris: can’t wait for a few weeks of peace and quiet from you and yn 😂

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris you say that like you don’t third wheel us everywhere we go

username9: enjoy finally getting to go home and seeing your beautiful family!!

ynusername: so proud of how far you’ve come this year, can’t wait to see how next year unfolds ❤️

username10: 2025 cannot come soon enough…⏳

zbrownceo: so proud of your work this year oscar, have the best winter break with yn 🧡

pierregasly: no cheating and getting a head start on that melbourne track whilst you’re there 😉

oscarpiastri: @/pierregasly as if I would do such a thing…

username11: manifesting as many podiums as possible for you for next year 🙏🏻

username12: enjoy your time with yn, you guys are the best!

carlossainz55: looking forward to battling you out on track again next year 🤝

mclaren: enjoy the break oscar, we can’t wait to welcome you back for the 2025 season soon 🧡🏎️

username13: nothing will ever beat budapest, when you became the budaBEST 😉

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oscarpiastri: out of office hours has officially started, so excited to head back home for some rest and recovery with my best friend by my side 🇦🇺🥺

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ynusername: can’t wait to explore the place that you call home 💓

username14: I’m so damn excited for you both to get to enjoy home for a little while 🥺

logansargeant: have the most amazing time and make sure you say hi to mama piastri for me!

oscarpiastri: @/logansargeant 🫡🫡🫡

username15: is that a smile I actually see on the face of oscar piastri!?

danielricciardo: hope you guys have the best time, make sure to show yn just how cool us aussies are!!

username16: can’t wait to see what you guys get up to, have the best time!

landonorris: no doubt you’ll tell me all about it when we’re back at the mtc too 😝

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris stop pretending like you won’t ask me all about it anyway 😂

username17: oscar the tour guide looks ready to go 🫡

alex_albon: not jealous at all that you get to enjoy the winter in the sunshine 😧

oscarpiastri: @/alex_albon I’ll be sure to send you a postcard ☀️❤️

username18: I’m already so in love and they’ve barely posted anything 🫠

carmenmmundt: make sure you bring her back in one piece piastri!!

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt you’re so hot when you’re protective 🔥

username19: he called her his best friend…I can’t cope ☺️

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ynusername: my very own personal tour guide, even if he does keep taking me in the wrong direction ✨

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oscarpiastri: why you gotta expose me like that for?? 😭

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri cause I still don’t know how anyone gets lost in this day and age 😂

username20: forgive him yn, it’s been a while since he was last home 😂

danielricciardo: I’d love to sympathise but it’s like the easiest place in the world to navigate 🤦🏻

username21: everyone praise the lord for maps in the 21st century

carmenmmundt: petition for us to go hiking during the race weekend next year 😘

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt get your boots ready my friend ⛰️

username22: you guys look so happy, my heart is full 💓

landonorris: it’s a good job they have all those signs on track otherwise he’d just end up going round and round 😂

username23: patiently waiting for the moment that yn finally gets to meet the piastri clan…

charles_leclerc: i hope you know how gutted my alex is that i took her skiing in the snow instead of somewhere like this 😂

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc i guess you just gotta do better leclerc ☺️

username24: those views are incredible, oscar must be picking some great spots 🌇

lilymhe: these photos are breathtaking omg 🔥

username25: where do I sign up to be shown around australia by oscar piastri??? ✍️

username26: not oscar forgetting the way round his own hometown 🤦🏻

iamrebeccad: hurry up and bring your ass back to monaco now pls!!

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ynusername: my first evening with my new second family, thank you for making me feel so welcome ✨💞

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username27: omg they finally met 🥺🥺🥺

oscarpiastri: told you they’d love you, although it’s easy to adore you 💕

username28: oscar’s face 🥹 I bet he was so proud showing yn off to them all

danielricciardo: look at baby oscar all grown up 😭

username29: I just want to hear all the gossip and know that they loved yn as much as we all do…

alexandrasaintmleux: I’m so pleased it went well gorgeous, tell me all the deets asap 🫶🏻

username30: I bet she was so nervous to meet them all too 😭

username31: can’t believe oscar actually sat and let yn take a picture of him like that 😂

landonorris: i better still be the number one in mama piastri’s eyes instead of you!!

ynusername: @/landonorris don’t tell her i told you but she said you suck 😂

username32: not the way she calls them her second family like they’re already best pals ☺️☺️

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oscarpiastri: they loved her so much the first time, they invited her back again 🫶🏻🏡

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username33: okay I’m calling it…I can hear wedding bells in the future 🔔

ynusername: i had the best time with you and your family, you’re amazing 💞

oscarpiastri: @/ynusername not as amazing as you, thank you for agreeing to come on this special trip 🥺

username34: i mean it’s impossible not to love yn let’s be honest…

georgerussell63: glad to see you all getting along so well, enjoy the time you have left with the fam my friend!

username35: he looks so proud to have him with her at home 🫠

logansargeant: why do i feel as if I’m no longer the favourite anymore 💔

username36: if it looks like I’ve been crying, I have, they’re just so cute!!

carmenmmundt: I’ll let you off, looks like you’re taking good care of our girl 👀

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt he’s an angel i swear 😇

username37: if you want to see the definition of goals…here you are 🤩

landonorris: stop rubbing it in how happy of a relationship you’re in 🙄

oscarpiastri: @/landonorris this comment couldn’t scream more jealous and single if you tried 😂

username38: arguably the most beautiful couple to ever grace the world of f1 💕

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buckyseternaldoll · 11 days ago

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Love Me or Leave Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You loved him deeply. But loving him started to hurt. And Bucky? He saw it coming—he just couldn’t stop it.

Disclaimer: emotional angst, breakup, unrequited love (mutual but misaligned), emotional distance, grief, self-isolation, unresolved tension, self-love epilogue, implied trauma (Bucky), no happy ending

Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: This was heavily inspired by Love Me or Leave Me by DAY6. Serving you nothing but heart-wrenching angst 💔

You told yourself you could handle it.

The missions. The long silences. The way his name would show up on the news with a flicker of urgency in the anchor’s voice. You thought it’d be fine—as long as Bucky came home to you. As long as you still felt his heartbeat beneath your cheek when he held you at night, you thought you’d be okay.

But you weren’t.

Not when he’d come back with blood on his collar and bruises blooming along his ribs. Not when you had to cut him out of his tactical suit because his shoulder had dislocated again. Not when you saw the way he winced as he sat on the couch, but told you, “It’s nothing, doll. Just a scratch.”

And not when you spent whole nights staring at the ceiling, wondering if the next mission would be the one that took him from you for good.

You wanted a simple life. Not boring—just peaceful. Grocery runs, warm coffee, movie nights, a cat maybe. The kind of life where the scariest thing you’d face together was a burnt dinner or the occasional fight over what to watch.

And he wanted that too. God, did he want it.

But the world kept calling, and Bucky kept answering.

Because that’s who he was. Not just your Bucky—but the one who still carried guilt like a second skin. The one who needed to do good to make up for everything he believed he owed. The one who stayed in the fight not for glory, but because he needed to make sure you would always be safe.

But safety and love had never felt further apart.

You started pulling away without meaning to.

You stopped telling him about your day. Stopped leaving your coffee mug next to his in the mornings. Stopped reaching for his hand when he walked through the door.

Your laughter, once constant and effortless, became something scarce.

And one night, without a word, you stopped sleeping beside him.

He asked if you were okay.

You smiled—a small, quiet thing. “Just tired.”

What you meant was: I’m tired of wondering if I’ll lose you. Tired of pretending this doesn’t scare me. Tired of loving you so much it hurts.

But you never said any of it out loud.

You just kept drifting, building invisible walls between the two of you—high enough to keep him out, fragile enough that you could still watch him from the other side.

And maybe, just maybe…

you were hoping he’d come break them down.

—

It was all up to you now.

And Bucky knew it.

He’d tried. God, he’d tried.

Tried to catch you in the moments between your hurried mornings and long nights. Tried to meet your eyes across the table, to find the warmth that used to be there—that spark that always made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he deserved good things after all.

But every time he reached for you, you slipped through his fingers like water.

One night, he came home early. He thought maybe he could talk to you, just sit down and have a real conversation—like you used to, curled together on the couch, tangled legs and soft voices.

You were in the kitchen. Stirring something on the stove.

He stepped closer. His voice low. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t even look at him. Just said, “The broth’s been simmering for three hours—if I don’t watch it now, it’ll burn.”

So he nodded. Stepped back. Waited.

The next time he asked, you were in bed, lights already off, your back to him.

“Can it wait?” you murmured. “I’m just… really tired tonight.”

And it kept happening.

Little moments. Little excuses.

Like you were running from something.

Like he was the something.

Eventually, he stopped asking.

Because what choice did he have, really? He couldn’t force you to talk. Couldn’t beg you to let him back in.

He’d lived long enough to know what this looked like. What it felt like—the slow, quiet unraveling. The beginning of the end.

So he watched.

Watched you laugh a little less. Watched you eat a little faster. Watched you move through the apartment like a ghost—your ghost.

And he let you.

Because it wasn’t his decision to make anymore.

Whether this ended or not—that was up to you.

—

Sometimes, he told himself he was imagining it.

The coldness. The silence. The ache he couldn’t name.

You used to be the softest thing in his life. Warm hands. Warm breath against his neck at night. Warm notes left on the fridge when you left early.

And now…

Now you barely looked at him. Your smile, when it came, felt like a formality.

Maybe he was overthinking.

Maybe the mission hangover still hadn’t faded—too many nights sleeping on cold concrete, too many hours with blood on his knuckles and nothing but noise in his head.

Maybe you’d just watched a sad movie. Maybe you were tired. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe—

“Don’t be paranoid, Buck,” he muttered to himself in the quiet. “She loves you.”

But the cold kept getting colder.

You were right there… and yet miles away. And he couldn’t find the road back to you.

His chest started to ache in that old, familiar way—like something was slipping away before he could name it.

And for the first time in a long time, Bucky doubted.

Doubted the love in your eyes.

Doubted whether you even saw him the same way anymore.

Do you even love me now?

—

On the nights when you were both home—but in separate rooms—Bucky tried to be patient.

He told himself you’d come around. That you just needed time, that the silence wasn’t personal. That the way your eyes avoided his wasn’t because you didn’t love him anymore… but because maybe you were hurting too.

And Bucky understood hurting. He could sit with pain better than most.

So he waited.

He lingered by doorframes, pretending he was just passing by. He made two cups of tea instead of one, just in case you wanted to sit and talk again. He left your favorite blanket folded neatly on the couch, hoping you’d come curl up beside him like you used to.

But the silence never broke.

You never came.

And the tea always went cold.

Still, he waited—wrapped in the cold quiet you left behind.

Because what else could he do? If it were up to him, he’d pull you into his chest and never let go. He’d ask you a hundred different ways to stay. He’d fix whatever he broke, even if he didn’t understand how he broke it in the first place.

But it wasn’t up to him anymore.

So he held his breath. Every night. Every second you stood just a few feet away from him and yet felt like a lifetime apart.

He waited for your answer in the spaces between words. In the sighs. In the soft thud of your footsteps avoiding the creaky floorboard he used to fix just to make you laugh.

Is it yes or is it no?

He didn’t ask out loud. Couldn’t.

He was too afraid that if he gave the question breath, your answer might shatter him.

So instead, he begged in his sleep.

He curled into the cold side of the bed and whispered your name into the pillow, like a prayer. Like a man desperate for a miracle he knew wasn’t coming.

Some nights he’d dream of you smiling. Of you reaching for him like you used to. He’d wake up and turn to see if you were there.

You weren’t.

And still, he waited.

Waited for you to look at him again the way you once did. Waited for a whisper, a word, a sign that this wasn’t the end.

But deep down, Bucky knew.

He’d lived too many lifetimes not to recognize when something was dying.

And this—you—you were slipping through the cracks of his fingers. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to hold on without hurting you more.

Still, he wanted the truth. He needed it.

Even if it crushed him.

So tell me now… love me or leave me tonight.

—

Time didn’t heal anything. It only made the cracks deeper.

And now, they were splitting wide open.

It became painfully clear to Bucky that you weren’t just pulling away anymore—you were already halfway gone.

The house, once filled with warmth and soft noise and shared routines, felt more like a mausoleum.

Quiet. Lifeless. Cold.

You moved through it like he wasn’t even there—like he was some ghost haunting the corners, lingering in places where your love used to live.

You didn’t speak.

You didn’t wait for him to eat.

You didn’t leave the kitchen smelling of spices and garlic and slow-simmered comfort.

You didn’t turn on the TV anymore—no late-night sitcom reruns, no cozy background chatter as you folded laundry together.

Nothing.

The warmth was gone.

And in its place was silence—heavy, choking, endless.

Bucky could see it.

The distance. The dimming light in your eyes. The slow erosion of all the little things that once tethered you to him.

You were still here.

But only physically.

Your heart had packed up weeks ago.

And he knew it.

He told himself it might be a misunderstanding. That maybe you were just burned out. That maybe the weight of the world was getting to you both.

But those were lies.

Lies he whispered to himself when the silence got too loud.

Do you even love me now?

He already knew the answer.

He’d known it in the way you stopped calling him “baby.”

In the way you started wearing headphones around the house.

In the way your hugs disappeared without warning—like you didn’t even notice you’d stopped giving them.

Still, Bucky pretended.

Because he couldn’t give up on you.

Not until you said the words. Not until he heard them.

Even if your silence was already screaming them loud enough to break his bones.

He believed you didn’t want to be the one to leave first.

That you wanted him to walk away—to be the one who gave up—so you could blame the ending on him and still carry your love for him without guilt.

And maybe you did still love him.

But not enough to stay.

Not enough to risk the ache of maybe losing him in a way far worse than heartbreak—like a mission gone wrong.

Like a phone call with no voice on the other end.

You were saving yourself.

He knew that now.

So he let you hurt him. Quietly. Slowly.

Because that pain was still better than letting you go.

Until the night you did it for him.

—

He was sitting in the armchair, staring blankly at a muted TV, when he heard your footsteps. Not the usual ones—not soft, half-dragging. These were… deliberate.

He turned.

And saw you.

You were dressed in that pale yellow dress with tiny floral prints—the one you wore on your first date.

Your hair was done.

You smelled like the perfume he gave you that Christmas—the one he said reminded him of sunshine and late spring.

In your hand: a travel bag. By the door: two more.

Bucky stood up slowly. His body moved before his brain caught up.

His heart dropped somewhere around his knees.

You looked… exhausted.

Thinner. Paler. Hollow.

You hadn’t glowed in weeks, but tonight… you looked like a memory.

Not a person.

Just something soft he used to have and would never touch again.

You didn’t say a word.

You didn’t offer excuses or apologies.

And Bucky…

He didn’t ask for any.

He walked toward you.

Pulled you into one last hug—slow, trembling.

He buried his face in your neck and breathed you in, too deep, too long—like he was trying to memorize you.

Your scent. The shape of you. The way your body still instinctively leaned into his before stiffening like you remembered why you couldn’t anymore.

You’re leaving me tonight.

He didn’t say it. But it screamed through every inch of his body.

And then… you pulled away.

Picked up your bags.

Walked to the door.

You didn’t look back.

Not even once.

—

He stood in the doorway long after you left.

Didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just… stared.

The silence pressed against him like a weight.

Not the usual kind—not the silence of a peaceful home or a quiet night.

No.

This was the kind of silence that screamed. The kind that curled under your skin and whispered you’re alone now over and over until you believed it.

Your scent lingered for a while.

Faint. Sweet. Warm.

Like a ghost clinging to the air just long enough to haunt him.

Bucky walked back into the living room.

He sat on the couch.

Then he stood up.

Then he sat down again.

He didn’t cry. Not at first.

He just stared at the coffee table where your favorite candle used to sit. At the folded blanket you hadn’t touched in weeks. At the imprint your body still left on the far corner of the bed.

And then the first sob broke loose—low, cracked, unsteady.

It sounded like someone else.

He covered his mouth with one hand, shoulders shaking so hard it felt like his ribs would shatter.

Not from the grief.

But from the relief of finally letting it out.

You were really gone.

He wasn’t Bucky Barnes, the soldier, the asset, the Avenger. Not right now.

Right now he was just a man who loved too hard and lost anyway.

—

He left the Thunderbolts a week later. No dramatic speeches. No announcements. Just a message:

I’m done. I need to disappear for a while.

And then he did.

He traveled to nowhere places—towns with no names, forests that didn’t show up on maps. He worked odd jobs under fake names, fixed broken fences, repaired engines, sometimes just helped carry groceries for the old lady down the road who reminded him of you.

He kept moving, like if he stopped, the grief would finally catch him.

But it always did.

Every night.

He stopped wearing cologne.

Stopped shaving.

Stopped sleeping on the left side of the bed—your side—because it hurt too much.

He didn’t talk about you.

But he kept one photo tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. The one where you were laughing, hand over your eyes, hair caught in the wind. You never liked that photo. Said it made your nose look weird.

He thought it made you look like joy.

—

[EPILOGUE]

You didn’t leave because you stopped loving him.

You left because you started forgetting how to love yourself.

It started slow—the way you stopped laughing, stopped dancing to music while you cooked. The way your shoulders stayed tense even when he was home, safe and whole. The way you’d check your phone every morning, expecting a call that never came… because he always made it back. Until one day, you were just too tired to keep hoping for that.

You told yourself it would be okay. That love would carry you through.

But loving him started to feel like holding your breath every day—and no one can live like that for long.

You needed to remember who you were without the fear.

Without the waiting.

Without the ache.

So you left.

Not to erase him.

But to save what was left of you.

And some nights… when the wind is soft and the moon is high,

you wonder if he ever found peace.

If he ever forgave you.

If he still carries that photo in his jacket.

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h4m1lt0ns · 18 days ago

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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode sixteen :: BABY DEER

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔y/n finally takes a well deserved break, but leaves everyone with one last song for the year.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ cussing, light angst, none.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS

babygirl alex: wait

babygirl alex: so to summarise what this 3 hour zoom meeting

babygirl alex: HE’S upset because you asked a rational question and decided to push YOU away????

y/n: basically yeah

honey badger: lewis hamilton.

honey badger: lewis hamilton when i catch you

my baby lando: when i fucking catch you lewis hamilton

chal eclair: wtf is his problem

yukino: no like why

PIERRE GASLYYYY: what would push him to even think like this

girlfriend kika: one thing a man will have is the god damn audacity 😒

angel carmen: amen

princess george: exactly

chili!: genuinely what was the reason

papaya baby #2: y/n are you okay?

y/n: no

y/n: that actually fucking hurt me

babygirl alex: my poor baby 💔☹️

my baby lando: it’s on sight when i see him istg.

angel carmen: do you want us to come over? alex and i are close by

y/n: no, it’s okay, thank you tho

y/n: i’m meeting up with seb later, gonna talk to him

y/n: i’m busy for the rest of the week, i have grammy rehearsals so i’ll be in the US

albono: yeah, it’s probably best if you stay out of monaco for a bit

chili!: ^^^

chal eclair: yeah, but we’re always here when you need us

y/n: i know, and i love you guys

y/n

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y/n what a year. can’t say it was amazing, nor can i say that it was awful. it was a learning experience to be fully honest. major lows and phenomenal highs, different places, different people, so much seen and heard. this year genuinely re-wired my brain. and to end it with six grammys, i couldn’t be more thankful 💕 i’ve said this so many times, and i mean it more and more each time, thank you —truly, humbly, and from the depths of my heart. for everything. for the love, the support, the messages, the energy, for every time you showed up, for everything you did and every word you said 🫀🫂 i’m so grateful to have all of you by my side, to know that all of you will always have my back 💌 i’m sending you nothing but love and light, and i’m wishing you growth and warmth as we enter this next year. i love you. always. forever. ♾️🤍 very deerly 🦌

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y/l/nestate and for her last trick, y/n secretly worked on a new song over grammy weekend. just one last song for the last month of the year. the newest single “baby deer” comes out at 12:00 am EST, december 1st. set your alarms 🤍🦌🪽. have a well deserved break our deerest y/n <3

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username you ain’t had to release this one brochacho 💔

username “SHE’S HAPPY! SHE’S NOT HEARTBROKEN AGAIN!” i scream as they drag me back to the padded room 😞

username ho did you just stab me

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username me when i play the song of fucking pure heartbreak

username DIVA DOWN!!!!!! I REPEAT. DIVA DOWN!!!!!!!

username name dropping seb is crazy btw

alexandrasaintmleux 🫂🤍🫂🤍🫂🤍

username WHY ARE WE BACK TO SAD SONGS AGAIN

username hey so how about we not do this 😀

username i just started crying i dont even know why 😭😭

username wait sO WHO IS THIS ABOUT?????

→ username HAS to be lewis. HAAAAS TO BE.

→ username it’s abt m4x i fear

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username WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ME TO ME 💔💔💔

username where does she keep finding these villains oh my god

username may this kind of situationship never find me

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sebastianvettel 💐💐💐

→ username wHAT DO YOU KNOW

→ username TALK HOE

username guys i think we know who the perpetrator is ☹️

→ username right. bc who else has bambi eyes

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username she said i watch “my” baby deer. dear god why. 🫩

username NAME DROPPING SEBASTIAN?? wtf does he know

username i’m glad she’s on break bc this is getting out of hand

→ username i’m gonna hold ur hand when i say this.. it’s time to stop dating for a while 🫱🏽‍🫲🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼🫱🏽‍🫲🏼

→ y/n you’re probably right

→ username OH?

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marcedesamgf1 Y/n Y/l/n has decided not to renew her contract as the ambassador for the Mercedes AMG Formula One team for the 2025 season. More on our website.

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norrisainz33 · 10 months ago

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field hockey || GR63

☆ summary: george russell’s girlfriend, y/n, is an olympic (field) hockey player and he’s obsessed with her

☆ pairing: george russell x olympic!reader

☆ fc & warning: lily owsley and slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! apologies for the delay - thank you sm for taking the time to request 🤍

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alex_albon: when is y/n/n’s next match?

georgerussell63: 2 days! same day as race day🥹

alex_albon: 💔 man i wanted to watch

georgerussell63: you still can! briefly! i will have it on in my garage

ynuser: georgie 😫 i miss you more!!!! also why don’t YOU hurry up and finish racing so you can come to paris????

georgerussell63: i’m working on it baby girl

ynuser: well work harder 😉

georgerussell63: yes ma’am 😍

lilymhe: you can’t rush greatness

georgerussell63: i know you’re right but im going to try anyway

lewishamilton: don’t stress her out mate 😂😂

georgerussell63: oops

yourbff: that’s my girl actually ☝🏻

georgerussell63: not this again 🫠

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georgerussell63: everyone stop what you’re doing - y/n is playing in the olympics today

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user1: george’s account is becoming a fan account for y/n

user2: george aren’t you racing today ??

mercedesamgf1: let’s go y/n! (george please pay attention in the drivers meeting)

georgerussell63: i am paying attention

alex_albon: y/n y/n y/n!!! let’s go!!!

lilymhe: lets gooooooo that’s my best friend!!

ynuser: i 🫶🏻 you both

user3: i thought this was y/n’s post but it’s just george reminding us how much he loves his girl

landonorris: 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

ynuser: 🤍🇬🇧🤍🇬🇧🤍

user4: rooting for you both today!!!

user5: y/ngeorge for the win!!

mercedesamgf1: it’s race day here in SPA! Join George as he talks race day updates and aspirations and y/n’s olympic campaign.

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user4: george not talking abt y/n challenge failed

user5: i love how much he loves her

georgerussell63: my girl’s about to win!! you all should tune in!!

user16: shouldn’t you be in the car rn george

user63: he’s live tweeting from the garage apparently

mercedesamgf1: george give me your phone now - toto

user7: loving that all this mercedes and george promo is bringing the love the field hockey world deserves

yourbff: yesss georgie educate the masses on the olympic schedule!!!!

georgerussell63: watch 🗣️ gb field hockey 🗣️ now 🗣️

user9: get you a man like george who cares more about talking about your success than his own

user10: i want them to be my mom and dad

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user6: girl did you even step off the field yet ?

georgerussell63: my woman my woman my woman. i fcking love you

ynuser: i love you more my race winner

georgerussell63: simply not possible my olympic field hockey game winner

ynuser: i can’t wait to kiss your cute face

georgerussell63: sprinting away from media duties and to the jet to get to paris rn

ynuser: literally counting down the minutes

user56: a winning day for y/n/n and georgie

yourbff: a couple who wins together stays together

ynuser: 😭😭 winning on the same day hit like nothing else

yourbff: so proud of you both bb 🤍

mercedesamgf1: absolutely amazing result for you both. so so so happy for you y/n ❤️

ynuser: thank you admin ily

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landonorris: gross

georgerussell63: if you think this is gross you should’ve seen what we did after

landonorris: i hate you

alex_albon: now you can finally stop crying about missing her!

georgerussell63: yes! until the next time we are apart that is

llyzneimer: my baby girl, give her back to me

georgerussell63: never! she is mine!

lilyzneimer: didn’t anyone ever teach you to share?

georgerussell63: nope!

ynuser: hot

georgerussell63: oh yea 😏

lewishamilton: send her my best

georgerussell63: she sends it right back and she says she wants to see roscoe asap

lewishamilton: roscoe would love a play date 🤍

yourbff: stop distracting her from playing hockey

georgerussell63: i am NOT distracting her ☝🏻

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ynuser: not the way i would have hoped our time at the olympics would have ended. we gave it everything we had and for that i am so incredibly proud. there’s always next time!! thank you to everyone for the outpouring of support and love - i hope you’ve been inspired to keep watching field hockey!! thank you to my friends, my coaches, my teammates, my family and most of all george for enabling this dream to come true. see you next time paris 🤍🇬🇧

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user23: 4th is still impressive you gorgeous hockey queen

user44: thanks for introducing us to the incredible game of field hockey y/n

user54: no like fr i had no idea how fun the sport was!!! everyone say thank you y/n!

user64: thank you y/n

user74: thanks y/n/n

ynuser: you are so welcome 🫶🏻

georgerussell63: you’re an olympian y/n/n and no one can take that away from you, medal or not. you have inspired me and so many others. i love you y/n ❤️

ynuser: i love you mr russell 🥹

user45: we are proud of you mother

landonorris: great effort y/n! proud that you’re out there representing team 🇬🇧

ynuser: thank you lan

user33: still my favorite olympian

roscoelovescoco: prouds of yous my friends 😘

ynuser: i needed this thank you 😭

user35: can’t wait for the next olympics for you to eat it up and win gold

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user46: hoping you both enjoy your break!!

user87: are you guys just gonna get married yet or what

yourbff: enjoy italy!! love you both 🤍

ynuser: 🤍🤍pasta🤍🤍

mercedesamgf1: much needed rest and recovery time 🫶🏻

teamgb: until next time 🏑🇬🇧

georgerussell63: blue is your color

ynuser: so is gold 😏

georgerussell63: oh i know 💍

user78: that dress is to die for tf

roscoelovescoco: stops by and sees me pls

ynuser: will do ❤️

lilyzneimer: enjoy pretty girl

ynuser: can’t wait to see you and osc 🤍

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated!! this concludes my olympic reader series. appreciate all of you reading 🥹

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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burreauxsss · 4 months ago

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love story

background: y/n a former softball player from LSU and joe have been in a secret relationship for 6 months when its valentines day and joe goes all out. which includes a hard launch (short smau)

(all photos are from pinterest)

note: lover boy joe?? if thats a way to put it. also happy valentines day. fortunately i have a valentine this year 🫶🏾 (and fuck the chiefs) also mb for the angst i had to keep myself entertained yesterday 💔

joe burrow x black reader smau

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y/n_handle: lover boy 🧘🏾‍♀️ day before valentines!

yourbsf: i wonder who got you those 😶‍🌫️

username_1: why is jamarr in these likes

lahjay_10: i wonder who too.

username_2: y/n and jamarr???

username_3: stopppp

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joeyb_9: just having fun

lahjay_10: shiesty having fun??? unheard of.

username_4: now why is y/n all up in his likes..

bengals: 9!!

nfl: just some pro bowl fun.

username_5: twitter will have a field day with this girl being all in his likes... *load more comments*

y/n_handle 📍baton rouge, la

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y/n_handle: black and...gold?

username_9: joe come out please!

username_10: my qb in these likes.. excuse you?

lululemon: as always you pull it off!!

username_11: now shes just throwing us off at this fucking point.

username_12: joe.. please stop torturing us. *load more comments*

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joeyb_9: hard work brings cool stuff

lahjay_10: deserved mvp? 🤔

bengals: our guy!!!

username_13: y/n just give it up already 😭

username_14: shes liking his posts too.. 😀

username_15: whoever hes talking to is so lucky.

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y/n_handle: big things.

joeyb_9: beautiful. *hearted by author*

lahjay_10: give me your friends @.

y/n_handle: lahjay_10 she doesn't want you 🖕🏾.

username_16: guys... do we see this.

username_17: they're just friends. nothing more.

username_18: overreacting much?

username_19: holy crap why are we so obsessed.

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y/n_handle: cats out of the bag.

username_21: shut up no way.

username_22: some of yall are shocked for what?

username_23: it wont last long.

username_24: thats not me with him 😭

username_25: hey girlie....

yourbsf: shocker! totally didnt know first..

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joeyb_9: onto next season.

y/n_handle: omg hes so fine 😶‍🌫️

yourbsf: y/n_handle i know yall just went public but this is also a public comment section...

lahjay_10: y/n_handle just shh.

joeyb_9: y/n_handle you're in bed next to me why are we talking in a comments section..

username_26: still mad that hes dating her...

username_27: i dont know if i should be happy for y/n or jealous

username_28: that game had me on the verge of tears.

username_29: all of this to not make playoffs.

username_30: joe's comment might be crazy...

username_31: it is crazy lmfaoo.

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note: thanks for reading! (if that one tea page is here trying to dig up stuff on me, hello girlie. thanks for the shoutout 💋)

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow fic #joe burrow smau #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x black reader #joe burrow x y/n

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bcystar · 2 months ago

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— NO NEED TO BE DRUNK

it was never about how drunk you were

pt.2 to stay for breakfast but can be read as a standalone

pairing: Joaquín x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

authors note: wrote basically the entire thing in one whole night…domestic Joaquín save me 💔💔 also I need to start posting in a timely manner…why is it midnight right now 😞😞 LAST THING don’t mind the format change, I write and edit on my notes app THEN copy and paste onto here and I js got too lazy to make the font smaller and space it out 💀💀

You wake up to warm rays of Sunlight kissing your face and a heavy arm holding you close. You bask in the comfort of the situation, disregarding the pounding in your head. The last thing you remembered from your night out was asking Joaquín to stay the night, remembering you’d promised him breakfast. You slip his muscular arm off your body and slither out of bed. As you stretch, you notice the pills and water on your night stand. “Joaquín you old softy.” You grin to yourself as you gulp down the pills.

You’re flipping the last pancake when the sound of the floor creaking makes you look up from your stove.

“Rise and shine sleepy bird.”

“Good morning to you too, Angel.”

He inches closer to where you stand at the stove, leaning next to you. That’s when you take a look at him. His hair is disheveled, his face is lightly puffy (making him look sooo much cuter), and…he’s…shirtless..? You can’t help but glance down his body. His abs may be attractive but it’s his moles that really grab your attention. They looked like mini chocolate chips on his tan skin…

“Angel, the pancake is burning.” Joaquín takes the flipper from your hand and flips the pancake himself.

“Don’t worry I’ll take that one…” he notices you’re still staring “…you okay..?”

“Huh? Oh uh yeah. My head is killing me.” You rub your forehead.

“Well you quite an eventful night, and also, you did not have to make all this food.” He takes the mildly burnt pancake and plops it on a plate.

He slides your plate to you after adding all the toppings you loved. “C’mere, Angel.” He beckons you over with his arms wide open.

You melt in his strong hold, his scent filling your nose, you almost never want to pull away. He rubs his hand over your back in a circular motion while the other holds your waist tight. Your mind stops all the noise and commotion and falls silent in his touch. He creeps his hand up into your scalp and scratches the back of your head softly. You breathe out a sigh into the crook of his neck and he giggles under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just ticklish.”

“Just your neck or anywhere else?” You two are now bobbing side to side softly to the tune of only your affection.

“Nowhere you need to know nosey pants.”

His hand stays massaging your head as you bury your head back onto him. This all felt so…perfect. The sunny morning, yummy breakfast, your crush holding you, maybe you were still under your drunken dream. You slide your arms from your side to his waist. He flinches away at your touch fully giggling now.

“Oh my god! How ticklish are you?!” You laugh out.

“I told you! Now c’mon, breakfast is getting cold.”

He pulls a chair out and looks at you. You struggle to dilute your smile as you walk back over to him. Once you’re sat comfortably in your seat, he brings over your plates from the counter and over to the dinner table. Once sat, he looks at you, waiting for you.

“What.”

“Nothing, just waiting for you to eat first.”

You chuckle “Why?”

“I mean…you cooked it all, you deserve first bites.”

You just smile at him as you eat a piece of your pancake. Once you take the first bite, Joaquín digs in like he’s never been fed before. He barely chews his food, basically just inhaling it. You can only sit bewildered as you eat. “Sam not feed you or something?” You joke, cutting the last bits of your first pancake.

“Not food this good. It’s all granola bars and sad salads. Sometimes, Bucky will bring him lunch and he’ll tell me to take some but…” all he has left is the last piece of bacon “…it’s all even more depressing forties food.” You let out an amused laugh.

He looks at you so happily. He’d made you giggle and whatnot before but never laugh this hard. He’s basically beaming at this point and starts to laugh with you. The laughter only dies down when you transition back to eating your breakfast and silence falls on the two of you. You don’t mind though, you’re both thinking, maybe about the same things, maybe not. You can’t stop thinking about his touch. So gentle yet so firm. The way he comforted you without even having to be asked. God he’d be such a perfect boyfriend.

Joaquín on the other hand was still thinking about your laugh. Your eyes squinting into cute little crescents and your bright smile emitting light from how bright it was. The sound of your laugh, he would listen to it all day if he could. Without even realizing it, you’re both staring at each other. It’s almost as if time froze, you both basically have heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets for each other. It’s the sound of a grating squeaking that snaps you two back to Earth. You’d sliced through your pancake and were basically about to slice through your plate. You two can’t help but laugh again at the whole situation.

“You know what? I was full anyway.” You stand and throw your scraps into the trash.

Only when you stand before the sink Joaquín stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You at him and then the sink full of dishes “…the dishes…?”

“Not after you cooked it too.”

“No that’s exactly why actually, also you’re my guest, it’s my job.”

“No it’s fine, I’m basically here every weekend anyway. If anything, I’m a regular.”

“Okay how about we compromise hm? You wash and I’ll dry? Sound like a fair trade, cutie?”

It takes a few seconds for him to reply “Fine.”

You two work together like a machine. He scrubs and rinses, you dry and stow. The air is filled with the hiss of the sink and the squeak coming from the towel on the plate.

“Hey thanks for taking care of me last night, I know I can be a difficult drunk.” You break the silence after putting away the last pan.

“Ah it was no big deal, plus you’re kind of cute when you’re drunk.”

“I didn’t talk about any conspiracy theories did I?”

“He’s totally like watching over us from the Moon!” He mocks your voice.

You can’t do anything but slap his shoulder and act annoyed. It’s him grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his neck that makes you break your act. His arms hug your waist tight and he seems as surprised that he did this as you are. “You know…it uh…it kind of felt like a…d…date…” you just stare at him, dumbfounded. “…in a sense…not just last night but…also now…?” The last part felt more like a question than a statement.

“What are you getting at Joaquín?”

“Do you wanna date?”

Your eyes widen.

“No no like go on a date. We can date after! Or after a few dates! Or not at all! I don’t know, it’s all really up to yo-“

Only when you press your lips against his does he stop talking. It’s not a long kiss, just enough to serve the both of you for now. You pull away and his face goes towards yours like a magnet. Now it was your turn to slightly scratched back of his head.

“Yes Joaquín, I’ll go on a date with you. We can only talk about the actual dating part if you can take me to some really fun dates though.” You smile.

“I can do that.” Then he crashes his lips to yours.

Now it’s deeper, more intimate. He lowers his left hand lower down your back and his right hand higher up. He feels your embrace so warm and soft against him, he needs to be closer. He pushes you further against him, deepening the kiss. You respond by grabbing a handful of his hair and gently tugging at his soft curls. He groans against your lips and you can feel your pulse quickening. It’s only when you start to lose your breath you pull away. He reluctantly pulls back too and has the cutest hazy look on his face.

“I should get drunk more often so you can always kiss me like this.”

“Trust me, Angel. You never needed to be drunk for me to kiss you.”

You giggled and pulled him into a hug.

You should’ve done this way earlier.

#— spu’s stories 📝#marvel #captain america #avengers #joaquin torres #danny ramirez #fanfiction #fanfic #joaquin torres x reader #mcu #writing prompt #bucky barnes #joaquin torres x you

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takimakiiiii · 3 months ago

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comforting oscar after the australian gp 💔

oscar piastri x fem!reader

themes: angst, comfort

wc!: 711 words (short because im still processing this entire race)

a/n: WHAT IF I DIED HUH KILL ME NOW. mb yall 😞 guys let me tell you i SOBBED when oscar spun out and it made my heart break when he managed to get back into the race. I KNOW HES GOT THE POTENTIAL OF A WDC NEXT THIS YEAR WILL BE HIS YEAR‼️‼️

enjoy this little angsty blurb i made whilst half crying 🤪

The car ride to the hotel was bitter in silence. You knew better than to try and start a conversation after what had just happened. He was absolutely devastated, not a word left Oscar’s lips on the ride back. With a heavy heart you led him inside the hotel and back to your room.

The second the door shut behind you Oscar was in your arms, tears streaming down his face. Grief overtaking him. The two of you collapsed onto the ground as you pulled him into your arms. Shaking and sobbing, Oscar cried into your shoulder. Your heart clenched in agony seeing him in such pain.

He had everything in the palm of his hand and out of nowhere it vanished and he’d spun out. Everything he’d been fighting for in those 53 something laps had been lost in less than a second. It was harsh and cruel and he didn’t deserve it at all.

All the hype that had build up to be an enormous pressure on his shoulders that weekend had left him drowning in the deep end.

It was so unfair.

He didn’t deserve it and certainly not at his own home race. Everything had been against him and with the entire world there watching, everything had exploded.

You wished you could make it all disappear. That the spin out had never happened and Mclaren finished with a double podium . . . but here you were.

You patted Oscar on the back soothingly, pressing kisses to his forehead as he continued to sob uncontrollably. Your heart breaking as he hugged you tighter.

“I’m so, so sorry, Oscar.” you whispered, tears welling up in your own eyes. Pressing another kiss to his temple you hugged him tighter, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“I was so stupid,” he looked down miserably, “I shouldn’t have pushed it so far.”

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to keep your tears at bay. Cupping Oscar’s face in your hands, you rested your forehead to his, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“Don’t say that, Oscar. You did amazing out there, the weather was awful and you had Max on your ass the entire time, you were under so much pressure.” you whispered, voice cracking.

He leant into your touch, his hands finding yours as he gazed into your eyes. He looked so destroyed it made your heart clench.

“Why are you crying?” he whispered, voice fragile and desperate.

His cheeks were flushed pink and his eyes still glazed with tears. He managed to force a smile but you could tell there was nothing but disappointment and sadness behind it. You cupped his cheek in your hand and caressed it tenderly. Your heart broke for him, you wished you could kiss him and make it all go away.

“Oh, Oscar,” you whispered because he was the one now comforting you instead of the other way around. A small gasp left his lips as you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around him so tight it felt like if you let him go he’d disappear.

“You deserved that win, you worked so hard for it and I’m so sorry it had to turn out like this.” you whispered, holding back a sob as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He nestled his face in your neck, his sobs reduced to sniffles against your skin. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You’re amazing, Oscar. I’m so proud of you and how much you achieved this weekend.” you said, pulling away to admire his face. You pushed the hair out of his eyes and wiped away stray tears. Blotches of pink were splattered across his nose from crying and his eyes were still swollen and puffy. You knew that next year it would be his year, he would win the Australian Grand Prix. This year had been unlucky and he’d fought relentlessly to climb back into the points. If anyone could do it, it was Oscar, you were positive of it.

“Next year I know it’ll be your year, okay?” you promised, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He nodded, meeting your eyes and managing a small smile. But it was enough.

a/n: thanks for reading! sorry if it’s short :)

#2025 australian gp #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 angst #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #mclaren f1 #mclaren #australian gp 2025 #australian grand prix #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1

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zeppelinlvr · 10 months ago

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Kiss Your Eyes Again

Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: you and Sam head home from the bar before dean, the two of you get ready for bed but you find yourself wishing you had gotten a room for just the two of you.

Notes: Like half of this got deleted and I had to rewrite it and I almost cried. Also, the fic literally has nothing to do with the song Anything by Adrianne Lenker I was just listening to the Songs album while writing this. I want to thank all of you for the continuous support, I appreciate it so much. Also feel free to send in requests because I'm running out of ideas 💔

Warnings: Cursing, this gets frisky but there's no actual smut, making out, fluff.

w.c 1.4k

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You placed two beers for Dean and Sam down and a seltzer for yourself, on the small table at the bar. Sam, Dean and you were in the middle of a case, Dean and Sam had done interviews with victims and visited the morgue while you looked at autopsy reports, symbols they had found, and the contents of the hex bags they had discovered. You knew the three of you were dealing with a powerful witch as the spells you found being used were from around the 15th century.

“This witch is hardcore, her end goal looks like she wants to be possessed by or summon a demon, we need to get to her before she can even attempt to do that” You told the two as you sat down.

“Why the hell would someone want to be possessed by a demon?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“No clue” you shrugged “Some witches have sex with demons too, they use it as a way to seal the pact they made with the demon”

Dean scrunched his face “I’m glad you're smart but you don't have to share everything you know”

Sam was watching you with interest in what you were saying “so we’re not just dealing with some everyday pagan?”

“Nope, this bitch is crazy” you told him with a giggle.

Sam gave you a soft smile, the two of you had been dating for a while but he always looked at you like it was the first time he’s seeing you, his eyes wide, taking in how beautiful you are.

The conversation carried on, the two boys sharing about the people they had met and how a few seemed off their rocker.

You finished your drink then said to the two “I’m tired, I’m gonna head back” You gave Sam a look, wanting him to join you, not only because you didn't want to walk in the dark but you missed the two of you being alone together and you were hoping to get some time with just him.

“I’ll go back with you, I’m tired too” Sam responded.

“Don't be gettin’ your freak on you two, I’m not gonna be out all night, I’ll have a couple more and head back” Dean told both of you, a smile on his face at your reaction of embarrassment.

“He’ll be done before you even finish your next drink” you joked, earning a laugh from Dean and Sam quick to defend himself with statements about how it wasn't true.

You and Sam headed out of the bar, the motel was only about a 5-minute walk away. You gave a dramatic shiver in hopes to get his jacket.

“Sammy, I’m so cold” you giggled and rubbed your arms dramatically

“You don't deserve my jacket after that comment” he replied, rolling his eyes as he shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

“We both know it isn't true and that's all that matters” you told him, putting your arms through the sleeves and cuddling into it, his smell engulfing you.

Sam laughed and brought his arm around your shoulder, his larger frame completely overshadowing you. You brought your arm around his waist and began to gently scratch his back. He placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m not really tired, I just wanted some alone time with you” you admitted “I love Dean but I want to be alone with you sometimes”

“I know baby” he told you “how about we get ready for bed then we can cuddle and watch some desperate housewives”

You smiled at the mention of the cheesy show the two of you had gotten invested in, it started off as a background show that you’d turn on when you waited for the boys to come back to the motel, or when you and Sam were trying to fall asleep, but you quickly became invested and so did Sam.

“That sounds perfect” you told him

The two of you had returned to the motel, Sam unlocked the door and you made your way over to your duffle bag, changing into your pajamas, Sam did the same. You made your way to the bathroom Sam close behind, you brushed your teeth at the same time as him, unable to hold back your giggles at the toothpaste that dripped down his chin and how aggressively he brushed his teeth.

You washed your face and he watched you closely, eyeing the products you put on your face.

“Why do you have so many potions for your face?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Sam, its three things, and it's so my face doesn't break out and get greasy” You explained

He was nothing short of intrigued by your explanation “But why is your face wash called la roach pussy?” he asked, reading the bottle

“Its probably french or something” you shrugged “I don't know how to actually say the name”

When both of you were ready for bed, you turned on the current episode of desperate housewives that you were on.

You snuggled into Sam, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you leaned into his shoulder. Both of you attempting to cuddle while still being able to see the show.

Sam placed a kiss on the top of your head “I’m sorry we don't get a lot of alone time, I wish I could give you a white picket fence life, but I think we both know that's out of the question by now”

“Sammy don't apologize, and I’m okay with not having a Stepford Wives style of living” you paused “It’s more interesting to research monsters and see you come back sweaty and covered in dirt, its hot” you giggled and poked his chest, he shook his head in response, but a small laugh escaped.

“Sam, I really do love you and I wouldn't trade the life we have for anything, I like knowing we helped people at the end of the day” you added earnestly.

A smile played on his face as he brought you in for a kiss. It was slow and loving, he brought a hand to hold the back of your head, gently toying with your hair. You scratched and rubbed his shoulder, your other hand on his neck playing with the tufts of hair.

The kiss became heated when Sam picked you up and set you on his lap, doing it with such ease it felt as if you weighed nothing. He worked kisses along your collarbone, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder before pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare chest, running his hands along your sides a few times, tracing your figure, before grabbing one of your breasts with his large hands, he began to gently toy with your nipple. Your incoherent encouragement and praises followed, you were unable to speak properly, it had been a while since you had been able to be so intimate with Sam.

“I know baby, it's okay” he said in response to your babbling.

You ground down onto his lap, earning a groan from him, you had your hand around the back of his neck tugging on his hair more desperately now, your other hand holding on to his large arm. You felt his growing erection against your core, your arousal pooling at the overwhelming sensations you were experiencing.

Sam brought his lips to yours again, his chest heaving as he harshly breathed while kissing you. His hand on the back of your head pushed you into him, holding you close. You continued to grind down onto his lap, Sam swallowing your soft moans and letting out groans and soft whines of pleasure.

As Sam was beginning to pull off your pants you heard a knock at the door. You sighed, not wanting this moment to be cut short. You threw your shirt on quickly and climbed out of Sam’s lap, giving him a sweet kiss.

“Are you two decent” Dean yelled through the door

Sam was uncomfortably shifting around, pulling the blanket over his lap.

“Yep, just watching tv” You yelled back

You heard the door unlock and Dean entered the room, laughing at Sam’s messy hair and your disheveled shirt, he chose to keep his comments to himself and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Sam pulled you into him, his chest flush against your back, he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into him. You could tell he was still aroused, his erection poking you. You giggled at his issue, and he sighed but also laughed.

“We’ll get our own room next time” he told you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

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#sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #sam winchester #sam x reader #sam x you #supernatural x reader #spn #spn x reader #spn x you #spn x y/n #supernatural

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n4vn1t · 2 months ago

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"Flashback"

- kind off??? with a little bit of reader's POV before she got hurt

WARNINGS: Emotion abuse, Physical violence, Angst, Abuse of trust, Blood, Betrayal

Author's note: IM SO SORRY ITS SO SHORT AND IT TOOK AGES I WAS LAZY 💔💔

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It started with silence.

Not the kind that was peaceful or comfortable—but the kind that filled the air like static, thick and sharp, waiting to snap.

You and Beom-seok hadn’t been speaking much by then. Not really. The conversations had thinned out, turned into short nods, one-word replies, or bitter, biting comments that left more damage than any silence could.

You didn’t recognize him anymore.

He used to be soft-spoken. Awkward, yes, but sweet. Always walking two steps behind, asking questions like he didn’t know how to exist in the world unless someone was guiding him. You were that someone for a long time.

And then something shifted.

He started hanging around the wrong people—ones who whispered poison and praised power. He started craving control, clawing at anything that made him feel important. Strong. Feared.

You confronted him once. Just once.

“Why are you doing this, Beom-seok?” you’d asked, arms crossed as you stood in the shadow of an empty stairwell.

He laughed, cold and cruel. “Doing what? Learning how to stand up for myself? Sorry that makes you uncomfortable.”

“This isn’t standing up for yourself. You’re hurting people.”

“They deserve it.”

Your stomach twisted. “They don’t. You didn’t use to be like this.”

“Yeah?” His eyes had narrowed. “And you didn’t use to look at Suho the way you do now.”

That made you go still.

“What does Suho have to do with this?”

“Everything,” he snapped. “He’s always in the way. He makes me look weak. And you—you stopped having my back the second he started showing up.”

You blinked. “I didn’t stop caring about you.”

“You abandoned me.”

You stepped back. “I can’t follow you into this, Beom-seok. You’ve changed.”

His jaw clenched. “I changed because I had to. Because people like Suho don’t get stepped on. People like me do.”

And then he grabbed your arm.

You’d tried to pull away. “Let go.”

But he didn’t. Not until you shoved him back hard, breath hitching. “Don’t touch me like that again.”

He stared at you, chest rising and falling like he’d just been hit.

“I should’ve known,” he whispered. “You’re just like the rest of them.”

Then he turned, stormed off—and you let him go.

You didn’t tell Suho. Not then. Not when it was still just harsh words and sharp looks. Not even when Beom-seok started cornering you more often, spitting guilt and jealousy and desperation.

The last time you saw him before the hospital, it was raining.

He found you alone outside school, grabbed your arm again, harder this time.

“You ruined everything,” he hissed.

You struggled, heart pounding. “You need help.”

“You don’t get to say that after leaving me!”

Then the first hit came.

And the next.

And then the world blurred with blood and thunder.

BONUS (his POV):

The first time she pulled away from me, I thought it was nothing.

Just a bad day, a misunderstanding. She’d been distant before. She always had her reasons—her own life, her own priorities. It didn’t mean she was done with me.

But this time… this time, there was something different in her eyes. Something colder. Dismissive. Like I wasn’t even worth trying for anymore.

I never wanted to admit it, but I saw it coming. I felt the shift the second she started hanging around with Suho more. She started looking at him like he was something more. Like she was seeing him for the first time—really seeing him.

And then she was gone. Not in the literal sense, but emotionally. I felt her slipping through my fingers like sand, and I couldn’t get a grip on her. The more I tried to hold onto what we had, the more she resisted.

I should’ve known then. I should’ve seen that I was losing her.

But no. I refused to accept it. I refused to believe she’d walk away from me. I needed her. Needed her to stay close. To still be the one person who didn’t look at me like I was some joke. Like I was someone beneath them.

She didn’t understand how much I needed her—how much I needed anyone who could make me feel like I mattered.

So when I confronted her that day, I thought it would make sense. I thought if I just told her, laid it all out in front of her, she’d understand why I’d changed. Why I couldn’t be the same meek person I used to be. Why I had to step up.

But she didn’t understand. She didn’t see. She just looked at me with those disappointed eyes like I was some monster. She kept saying, “You’ve changed,” like I was supposed to stay the same. Like I wasn’t allowed to grow or be something more than the quiet, forgotten boy I used to be.

“You’re not the same anymore, Beom-seok.”

Those words cut deep, deeper than anything else she said. I could hear them in my mind every time I closed my eyes. But the worst part? She said it like it was my fault. Like I wanted to be this way. Like I chose to become someone who made her hate me.

I didn’t.

But when she rejected me—when she left me behind for Suho and his perfect world, his perfect everything—it made me hate her, too. Hate her for leaving me. Hate Suho for standing in my way. And most of all, I hated myself for being too weak to keep her.

I tried to pull her back. I had to. I couldn’t stand to watch her move on, pretend like I didn’t exist anymore. Like I wasn’t the guy who had always been there for her. She had been everything to me.

Everything.

When I grabbed her arm that day in the rain, the anger didn’t come from nowhere. It was years of resentment building up. It was all those nights I spent alone, watching her walk away from me and into someone else’s arms. It was the fear—the fear that if I didn’t do something, I’d lose her for good.

She pushed me. Hard.

And the rage exploded out of me. Everything I’d been holding in. Everything that had been building for weeks. I couldn’t control it. Couldn’t stop myself.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, her voice trembling. But I didn’t care.

I couldn’t care.

“I should’ve known,” I heard myself say, barely able to keep the venom out of my voice. “You’re just like the rest of them.”

And then I hit her.

The moment I saw her flinch, I realized what I had done. But it was too late. I couldn’t take it back.

But I couldn’t stop. Because once the words were out, once I’d struck her, all I could think about was how she’d abandoned me. How she turned her back and walked away from everything we had, just for him.

“Just for him,” I whispered to myself.

She looked at me with horror in her eyes, and that was when I realized she was gone. I had destroyed everything. The person who meant the most to me, the person I’d trusted… I had broken her, and there was no going back.

When she crumbled, when her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed, I didn’t feel satisfaction. I didn’t feel power. All I felt was a hollow, empty space where I used to have a heart.

She was right to leave me.

I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t make it better.

And the worst part? I never had her to begin with. Not in the way I thought.

She was never really mine.

#season 2 #whc1 #oh beomseok #friendship breakup #tw abuse #beomseok #weak hero #weak hero beomseok #weak hero class #x reader #flashback

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helpsavemytransgf · 26 days ago

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🏳️‍🌈 This Pride Month, I’m Fighting for the Love of My Life 🏳️‍⚧️

Hi Tumblr,

It’s Pride Month — a time for love, identity, courage, and chosen family. And this year, I’m celebrating it not just with hope, but with desperation too.

My name is Mike Cedrick. I’m a proud ally, a loving boyfriend, and right now, I’m terrified. My girlfriend Tenshi, a beautiful, strong, trans woman, is battling Stage 2 Sepsis and bacterial tonsillitis. The doctors say it could take up to 8 months of continuous treatment, regular checkups, and strict medication for her to fully recover from her Sepsis.

We don’t have 8 months’ worth of funds.

We barely have enough left for the next few weeks.

I’m still working, doing my best to support my family and cover her medication, food, and basic needs — but the truth is, we’re drowning. Her emergency care has already bled us dry, and we haven’t received a single new donation in over a week. That first and only gift we received — $21.50 — was a ray of hope. It reminded us that someone out there cared.

But since then… nothing. And time is running out.

This Pride, while others are out celebrating — which they absolutely deserve to do — I’m sitting here by my phone, checking the fundraiser page, praying for a miracle. Not because we’re greedy. But because I’m scared to lose her.

Tenshi is everything to me. She’s not just “my girlfriend.” She’s my home. My heart. The person who makes me believe in brighter days. We’ve already been through so much — distance, sickness, financial hardship — and she’s still here, fighting. All she wants is to live, heal, and finish her studies.

I don’t know what else to do except keep asking, hoping, and loving her loudly.

🌈 If you’re celebrating Pride this month, please consider helping a trans woman survive it. 🆘 Any donation — even just a dollar — helps more than you can imagine. 📌 https://gogetfunding.com/help-my-trans-girlfriend-fight-sepsis-stay-in-school/ Even if you can’t give, a reblog might reach someone who can.

To everyone reading this: thank you for being part of this community. Pride isn’t just about joy — it’s about standing together in our darkest moments too. And right now, we really, really need you.

With love, Mike (a tired, scared, but still very in-love boyfriend) 💔

#help a trans girl #medical emergency #mutual aid #queer mutual aid #save a life #college fund #gogetfunding #pls boost #sepsis #signal boost #happy pride 🌈

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hmhas-00 · 3 months ago

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Ch. 26

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- crying in the clubbbb 💔 like and rb and stay tuned for what comes next!

Remy’s POV

My phone buzzed, bringing my attention to my lap. The screen lit up with a text from an unknown number. I figured it was a scam and continued working.

It was finally February, and I was finally back at the office, running around, getting things done for Joe and unofficially co-writing with Rachel. For months I dove into my work and only focused on my goals, before my end of the year performance review, which Joe had postponed due to my accident.

Life was moving fast recently, not giving me much time to process the other aspects of my life. Eating and exercising were things I often forgot to do. Sleeping was also not a priority. There was so much on my plate, but oddly enough it was comforting.

It occupied my brain and took my mind off of personal life matters, such as losing my best friend, to be exact.

My mother passed away last month. I didn’t shed a tear. It was bittersweet. It was weird to think about. The funeral was beautiful, but small. There were family members giving me their condolences that I haven’t heard from since I was in school. It was odd. There were some people I didn’t recognize that swore they held me as a baby. My dad was there too. He avoided me, probably feeling just as awkward as I was.

That was the day I realized I had grown angry and resentful. All of the money I had sent her had been spent, mostly on rent, but also on unnecessary things. She had a boyfriend I didn’t know about. I wondered why he couldn’t pay for her expenses. He seemed nice. He was heartbroken. I found myself trying to mirror his emotion before my aunts’ gossip turned me into the daughter that didn’t give a fuck about her dead mother.

She passed away from a heart attack. She had a past of abusing prescription drugs. It was a habit she picked up after the divorce. She was 3 years clean.

As I said my goodbyes, I realized I hadn’t talked to her in person in almost a year, when I saw her on her birthday the year prior. Seeing her in the open casket reminded me of when I was in the hospital and she didn’t bother to show, yet I was here holding her cold, unfamiliar hand.

I gave myself a moment to mourn what could’ve been, and said a prayer in my head, only for her. She was religious, ironically enough. I was not. I hadn’t prayed in god knows how long. But, I prayed to the universe that she’d be at peace, forgiven by whoever would try to collect her debts, wherever she was now.

When I got home. I melted into my desk chair, focused solely on my work, and haven’t gotten up since.

That about sums up my life right now.

My phone buzzed again. A text from the same unknown number. I opened it, wondering who it was.

Hey I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Ellie, Billie’s girlfriend.

I wanted to invite you to a little pre-valentines day party this Saturday at 7pm! It’s also sorta Billie’s going away party before she leaves for Australia this month. She would love to have you there.

I stopped breathing for a second, reading the messages. I hadn’t allowed myself to miss Billie in a month. I hadn’t allowed my self to think about her. All of her things and all of our pictures were stored away so I didn’t fall apart at the sight of them.

I wondered why Billie hadn’t invited me herself. It almost stung. An invite by formality. I guess I deserved that. Maybe this was her way of seeing if I’d show up.

The thought of explaining myself to her again stressed me out. Nothing was ever good enough for her. My goals didn’t matter to her. That’s how I felt.

I’ll send you the details later. Please come.🤍

She texted me again.

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A couple days went by before I actually replied. I thanked her for the invite and let her know I would be there.

The day of the party I took hours to get ready. I was nervous like never before. I decided on some light wash jeans and a white baby-tee. I straightened my hair, wearing it longer than ever, as I didn’t bother to trim or freshen up my curtain bangs due to my busy schedule. I did my makeup the way she liked. Tiny, smudged eyeliner wings at the corners of my eyes, blushy cheeks, lined lips with a dark mauve lip tint and gloss over top. I put on a black faux-leather jacket and drove to Billie’s house.

I decided to arrive a few hours late to avoid the awkward period of time before everyone else showed up, in case things didn’t feel right.

When I arrived, the same security team greeted me at the door. They looked surprised to see me, but let me get through without hesitation.

I walked through the entrance, walking through the halls, making my way towards the noise. In the front room I saw a group of people. Neither of them were Billie.

Finneas looked at me and did a double take. Everyone else remained in conversation. I smiled at him awkwardly and kept walking. The last thing I wanted to do was small talk. I followed the noise into the living room, towards the entertainment area. A multitude of people, but still no Billie.

A beautiful girl, wearing a red, flowy, silky dress walked towards me with a big smile on her face. I took in her presence, taken off guard by her embrace. She squeezed me tight, happy and cheery.

“I’m so glad you came!” She smelled sweet and her aura was warm and inviting. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I guess this is Ellie.

The more she talked, the less I could manage to take my eyes off her. I couldn’t put a pin on it, it began to bother me. Then, I realized.

I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between us two. Her hair looked exactly like mine did when I had time to tend to it, her skin was tan, like mine, our smiles and the way our noses crinkled when we laughed… She was a girlier, prettier version of me. She had dainty tattoos on her arms. Not as many as I, but fuck, we were even the same height. I zoned out, feeling as if I were looking in the mirror.

“Feel free to get some food, there’s lots more in the kitchen. Please, help yourself! I’ll be right back.” She said, walking out into the back yard.

Help yourself. As if I didn’t frequent these halls, and help myself all the time. I looked around, the house the exact same way I left it. I walked into the kitchen hoping to get a moment to myself. I realized most of the people here weren’t the usuals at Billie’s parties. A lot of them, I didn’t really talk to much. I poured myself some sparkling water and tried a few bite size snacks.

I leaned back on the counter, reminiscing on the moments Billie and I shared in this kitchen. All the food we made and all the laughs we shared messing up new recipes, and having to clean up our mess.

Suddenly, I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye, causing me to turn and look. A dark haired figure stood in the doorway.

Billie stared at me, looking like she was face to face with a ghost.

I stood up straight, my brows slightly raised and my lips forming an unsure smile.

Billie looked away, her face reading discontent and disappointment, like she was disgusted that I was here. She quickly walked out, leaving me a mess in her kitchen.

I stood in the kitchen, about to cry, about to run out. I kept my composure, taking a breath and trying to understand what the hell just happened. Wondering why I’m here.

I walked out, b-lining towards the guest bathroom, wiping tears off the corners of my eyes, but heard faint arguing as I passed one of the rooms down the hall. It sounded like Billie’s voice. I got closer and eavesdropped.

“Why the fuck would you do this to me?”

Ellie tried to keep both their voices down, “I thought it would be a good thing. I thought the two of you could talk?”

“If I wanted to talk to her, I would pick up the phone and call her, Ellie. God, what the fuck!” Billie shouted.

“Shh! You’re being so loud. Calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down when you invited her to my house without my permission! You know where I stand. You know that I can’t do this right now. And you bring her here two weeks before I’m supposed to leave for tour?”

The way she referred to me as her pissed me off. Like I was a stranger with no significant value to her.

“Billie, don’t be like that! She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to be in your life. You just need to talk, you’re best friends. I thought if I got her here, the two of you would-“

“We’re not friends anymore for a reason! I don’t want to see her Ellie! I was doing fine! I was just fine, why did you have to ruin everything I-“

“No, I wasn’t trying to ruin anything, baby! I wanted you to heal! I wanted you to get closure! If you don’t talk to me, I wanted you to at least talk to somebody!” Ellie said, whisper yelling. Billie didn’t match her volume at all. I could hear the anxiety and pain in her voice. I felt like the ex boyfriend that texts out of nowhere at 3am when you’re finally over him.

The way she tried her best to calm her down… I felt helpless hearing it. I wanted to go in and fix everything myself, the way I always did. I wanted to just go in and hug her tight, even if she tried to fight me off. I’d get on my knees, beg her to forgive me, and make a fool of myself, if it meant she’d be okay again.

At the same time, hearing her talk about finally being okay, and getting over me… it cut deep. Because I wasn’t over her. I didn’t even allow myself to process it. I haven’t had time to process anything that’s happened to me in the past few months. I guess I had me to blame for that.

I walked in, standing at the doorway, watching Billie’s eyes fixed on me, stonewalled.

“Hey, Remy, I’m sorry if you-“ Ellie started.

“I thought you knew I was coming. I thought you wanted me here.” I said, looking between the two. Ellie winced, her plan crashing and burning before her.

Billie shook her head, bringing her hands to the crown of her head and turning around, blowing air out of her mouth. She faced the wall, probably wishing she could teleport anywhere but here.

“I’ll see my way out.” I began to turn, but Ellie rushed over, grabbing my arm, pulling me, and pleading with me. Normally I’d have a problem with a random girl putting her hands on me, but I was so beside myself that I didn’t react.

“I’m obviously not welcome here.” My throat tickled. I cleared my throat, feeling that pit in your stomach that makes you want to sob uncontrollably.

Ellie stood in the doorway, blocking me from exiting. Man, she was strong. “You two need to talk. Hear each other out. Billie, fucking come on! She showed up, she clearly cares about you.”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset. I just wanted to see you and apologize.” My voice cracked. I felt like a stranger in her house. The room I had sat in so many times before felt like a cold jail cell.

What a fucking shit show.

Billie swayed, her back turned toward me, quiet as a mouse as she faced the wall.

Billie’s hair was cut differently than before. She wore a blue and white long sleeve, and a pair of wide denim jeans. She threw her little fake glasses on the couch next to her and continued to sway back and forth. I was almost afraid to be in the room with her. Her hands flexing as she opened and shut her fingers repeatedly. Her rings clinked as they hit the others. She cracked her knuckles, her triceps popping out.

Ellie sighed, “I’m sorry, but I have to do this. You need to talk.” She walked out, closing the door.

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