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[matchaverse]

The one that stepped up | CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: when max says he’s not ready to be a father, a fellow driver and friend steps up to help

type: smau

face claim: pictures from pinterest

part two

-a few months later-

yourusername posted a story

caption: all i need is my little girl 🤍

replies:

username: HOLY SHIT YOURE PREGNANT???

username: this why you’ve been MIA for months!

username: is it maxs???

charlesleclerc: looking stunning 🤍

[instagram] charlesleclerc

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charlesleclerc | might have been a rocky road but i’m glad you entrust me enough to help with little baby luna 🤍

yourusername: i couldn’t ask for anyone better

username: huh???

username: you two had a baby?!

username: no way, the timeline doesn’t match up

username: between the time she and max “ended” (we don’t know how they ended) and her giving birth, that baby is 100 percent maxs baby.

username: then where’s max???

landonorris: congratulations!! tho she kinda looks max

landonorris: congratulations!!

username: we saw that comment!!

username: so the baby is maxs!!

maxverstappen1: congrats.

yourusername posted a story

replies:

username: and we respect that!!

username: but with charles?? his friend?

username: you’re glowing mama!! 🤍

maxverstappen1 posted a story

caption: my girls ❤️

replies:

username: oh that’s not…

username: but you said you couldn’t be a father?

username: okay but what about your biological daughter?

charlesleclerc: you’re a piece of shit.

[scuderiamh]

feels like | cl16

a/n: first smau ever and first thing overall released in months... be easy on me 🙏 as always don't be a ghostreader!

faceclaim: gracie abrams

yourusername ✔️

liked by arthur_leclerc, francisca.cgomes, and 829,294 others

yourusername feels like ft. charles leclerc out everywhere now

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charles_leclerc a pleasure ❤️

yourusername likewise ☺️

heartbeatfastferrari my faves collabing and interacting on socials i can'tttt

yngoodriddance FT. WHO???

ynupdates queen comes back after 293299 years of silence to collab with... a formula one driver?? what on earth 😭

leclercshands guys... do we think...

ynwifey DO WE THINK WHAT

norafthatch headphones aren't enough i need to eat the song

lizzymcalpine on repeat

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charles_leclerc ✔️

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charles_leclerc composed and co-written by me, sung and co-written by y/n y/l/n. feels like out now

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yourusername again sometime?

charles_leclerc you know it 😉

pierregasly nice back mate

pierregasly i mean song

yourusername 🤨

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leclercshands the love sign had to be intentional.

ynqueeen it's regular home decoration i bet it's always there let's not jump to conclusions

everfolkmore our boy's an artist 😭

lewwdc the bandana 🥹

yourusername ✔️

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yourusername amore

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thescuderias guys charles liked NOT A DRILL

ynlovey girl chill... they worked together they must be friends so him liking isn't outlandish

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girlys_ynln that literally LOOKS like charles

charlielec guys just because they wrote a song together doesn't mean they're suddenly together lmao

switiesforyn come back home the kids miss you

wagsf1

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wagsf1 new wag alert? 👀 from arthur's story today, removed within a minute!!

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yourusername and charles_leclerc

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yourusername thanks arthur

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arthur_leclerc you're welcome :)

scuderiaferrari have any spare concert tickets, y/n? in exchange for paddock passes ofc 👀

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charlesss16 i 😭 am 😭 so happy 😭 for them 😭😭😭

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leclercshands I TOLD Y'ALL 😐

[sunkissed-zegras]

👒 trevor zegras realizing that his new gf is nothing compared to what you were

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 | tz¹¹

♡ ─ word count | 937

♡ ─ warnings | so much angst, idek what i was on (this week was terrible, okay?) drunk!trevor, comparing y/n and new gf and just overall angst.

♡ ─ ev's notes | god angsty trev content makes me so miserable LOL, i this doesn't ruin ur night

Trevor sighed as he stumbled into his home, shutting the door after him. His eyes were red and his clothes smelled like alcohol once again, he wasn't sure the last time he hadn't went drinking. As he walked through his vacant home, his heart felt empty. He felt weak and numb at the same time, he didn't really understand what had happened the last three months.

He found his bedroom door and drunkenly stumbled in the room, falling onto the bed wearily. His mind somehow wandered off to you once again and he felt the pain seep into his heart once again. You and Trevor had been broken up for almost six months now but he still thought of you every single day without a doubt, even with his new girlfriend.

You were his first everything - his first kiss and his first love and he thought that you were gonna be last, as well. However, things didn't go his way. Somewhere along the line, Trevor became everything he was afraid of and eventually, you had left; the one thing who was stable in his life.

As Trevor lay there, staring at the ceiling, the old memories flooded his mind. He couldn't shake the image of your face, the way you used to smile at him, the warmth of your embrace that now felt like a distant dream, something he couldn't believe. But now, he was slowly beginning to forgot the sound of your sweet voice and the way you used to laugh. He closed his eyes, willing himself to hold onto those memories just a little while longer, afraid that once they were gone, there would be nothing left of you.

His new girlfriend was nothing more than a temporary distraction, a feeble attempt to fill the void you had left behind. She didn't understand him like you did, didn't see the broken pieces he tried so hard to hide from the world. Sure, she looked like you but she was nothing like how you were.

She didn't understand his sarcasm or his jokes. She didn't laugh the way you did, she didn't talk like you did and she could never compare to you - she wasn't even in the same league. In her presence, Trevor felt more alone than ever, more aware of the gap that separated him from the happiness he once had known. He longed for the comfort of your embrace and the sound of your voice whispering reassurances in his ear, but she could never provide that comfort.

He couldn't escape the truth – she was a placeholder, a temporary fix to numb the pain of his heartbreak. Each moment spent with her only served as a reminder of what he had lost: the intimacy, the connection and the comfort that came effortlessly with you were now replaced with a mere attempt at a "relationship." Your absence had left a void that no one else could ever fill, and this new relationship felt like a desperate attempt to grasp at something familiar. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, Trevor knew that she could never compare to you. You were in a league of your own, a rare gem in a world of imitations, and he had let you slip through his fingers without fully realizing how special you truly were.

You were there for him when no one was. When no one had believed in him, you believed in him, telling him he was worthy of his dreams. You stood by Trevor's side through the darkest of times, your unwavering faith in him was the reason he had achieved his dreams. You were his rock, through everything. Your belief in him had breathed life into his heart, igniting a fire within him to pursue his dreams with determination. You saw the potential within him, the raw talent waiting to be unleashed and you refused to let him settle for anything less than his best. But somewhere along the way, he had lost sight of what truly mattered, had let his own insecurities and fears cloud his judgment. He had taken your love for granted, he knew that now. He just wished you didn't hated him with all your might, but could he blame you?

He had shattered your trust, broken your heart, left you to pick up the pieces on your own and embarrassed you. He had torn down the walls you had worked so hard to build around your heart, leaving you vulnerable. He fucked up so bad, he began hating himself too.

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[monkayemporor]

hello hello (°▽°)/ I hope you are doing great (=´∇`=) umm I was wondering if I could request fem! Alexis and your other fave fem! Blue lock characters with a fem!reader that is like 1,96 and kind of the man if I could say of the relationship almost like a Prince Charming and always wear kind of elegant male clothes but the second they are in the bedroom she becomes all whiny, clingy and sit on their lap while holding them as she wear cute babydoll lingerie and cry from overstimulation (//▽//) ITS SO EMBARRASSING BUT I REALLY LIKE THAT

NOTES: Crazy how this is like being made almost a whole month since it was requested…BUT ANYWAY, I see that you’re a person of culture 👍

Pairing: Fem!Masc!Reader x Fem! Alexis Ness & Fem!Rin Itoshi (separate)

Wc: 937

MINORS DNI PLEASE

NESS:

Your choice of fashion was…odd to say the least. Unfeminine to be precise. Not to mention that your height of 6’4 gave you the appearance of a man. To others it was weird, but your girlfriend Alexis Ness simply adored it.

She loved the fact that you acted like her own prince when in public. But behind closed doors…

“Mmh- No more babe, please!”, you whine as Ness stuck another finger up your drooling cunt, your usual dress shirt gone for a set of babydoll lingerie in the color of magenta. She ignored your squirming in her lap and instead buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as your puffy folds sucked in her fingers. 

“Please [Name], let me take care of you~”, she whispered into your ear, slowly dragging her fingers in and out of your pussy. 

What a shame, in public you were so elegant and dominant, but here with your girlfriend, you were reduced to a sniveling mess desperate for release.

You dug your fingers into Ness’s back, surely leaving marks as you kept on whining, “Ngh, need something bigger!”

“Be patient.”, Ness murmured in response and curled her fingers in your cunt, erecting moans and whimpers from you. As your mind became hazy with lust, Ness propped you on the bed and spread your legs, your glistening folds now fully exposed and you whimpered.

Keeping one eye on your mound, Alexis reached out for something on the nightstand. Your eyes widened as she grabbed a large magenta strap-on along with lube.

Slowly, Ness gave you a show of lubing up the strap and your legs quivered at the sight. Fuck being the manly one, you were to desperate to come.

Once Ness angled herself over you, she leaned down and gently nipped at your breasts, “Mm, you taste so good~”

You bit your lip and planted your feet on the bed, “Ness, just hurry it up…”

With a sudden thrust of her hips, Ness buried herself into your already wet hole, moaning at the contact and busying herself on one of your nipples. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you hissed in pleasure and wrapped your legs around the shorter woman, “Ah- Fuck-…”

With a few more thrusts, your mind completely broke by the combined pleasure of your girlfriend’s thrusts and the overstimulation she had given you earlier.

With one last moan, you came all over Ness and when she pulled out, you could see the strap was covered in your fluids.

With a fucked out look on your face, you watched as Ness covered two of her digits in the fluids and stuck it into her mouth, a soft sigh escaped her mouth as she tasted it.

“So good, Liebling. But I want more~”

RIN:

“Look how the prince has fallen.”, the tall woman snarled as she had you on the bed, your legs wrapped around her neck as she angrily ate you out, nose tickling your pubic hair.

You bit your lip angrily back and tried not to show how much pain you were in by the fact that Rin wouldn’t let you come. On the side, laid your torn babydoll lingerie, something you had worn earlier. 

“Oh, fuck you.”, you hissed through gritted teeth. It wasn’t that you actually hated Rin though, but for some reason the other woman had felt threatened by your presence. Was it because of the fact that you were taller, more masculine, or just simply better at football than her?

But none of that mattered here, because Rin Itoshi had turned you into a sniveling mess. The striker ignored your pathetic little noises and instead focused on her tongue stuck deep into your cunt.

She felt you tighten around her and slapped your breast, “Fucking whore, you want this, don’t you?”

You mewled back in response as tears welled up in your eyes, “Can’t cum- Need something, ngh! Bigger!”

At the sound of that, Rin pulled away from you and shot a triumphant smirk, “Well too bad, because you’re not getting to cum, not unless I say you can.”

You simply stared up at her and tried to grind on the nearest object, too addled with the thought of releasing to pay attention.

Suddenly, you gasped and threw your head back when Rin shoved a vibrator in your drooling folds and a dildo up your ass. She flipped you over onto your stomach and started to thrust the large toy in and out of you, lust glinted in her eyes as she watched you get absolutely manhandled by her. 

Oh how the prince has fallen.

“If you cum without my permission, I’ll make sure you don’t get to release for the rest of the damn night.”, she hissed into your ear as she leaned closer and groped your breast. Relishing in the fact that the only response you could give was a moan. You really were too far gone.

Pleasure and pain filled your mind as the dildo was rammed into your tight hole continuously while the vibrator worked on your clit, sending ecstasy through you.

But it wasn’t enough. You needed to come, screw Rin and her threats. But just as you were about to climax, the younger Itoshi suddenly stopped.

You almost cried at the lost contact until Rin shoved your face into the pillow.

“You fucking bimbo, didn’t I tell you to not cum?”, she asked angrily and trailed a finger down your clit.

“Mmh, sorry Rin-”, you squealed but got cut off by the vibrator being set on the highest level.

“Tonight, I am going to ruin you.”

NOTES: I have a love/hate with this fic bro. ALSO THANKS SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME REACH 52 FOLLOWERS!! MY LITTLE POOKIES!!! <3

[imagineredwood]

6. Strawberries 🍓

Summary: Just because you and Coco broke up, doesn’t mean you won’t have a Valentine. You son will make sure of that.

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female ex reader

Warnings: angst if you squint but also comfort, co parenting, breakup

Word count: 937

A/n: Dont know what it is about this trope but it just gets my feet kicking every time 😭 Took inspo from that fic I wrote a while ago about Coco and the readers son telling coco that mommy has a new ‘friend’ but made this one less toxic lol

Coco smiled as he watched his son messily spray the cool whip on top of his pancake, turning to face his dad with a proud smile.

“Look! Can you see it?”

Coco glanced down at the pancake, the cool whip placed in squiggles across the top.

“I can.”

“What is it??”

His son grinned wide, waiting for his dad to compliment his art, but Coco awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what the hell it was supposed to be.

“It’s a…smile face?”

The boy’s smile faded some as he looked down at his pancake before looking back at Coco with confusion.

“No, it’s a sailboat.”

Coco nodded enthusiastically, his smile bright.

“Ah. I see it now. It’s beautiful, Mijo.”

The child’s grin returned again, too young to dwell on the face that Coco didn’t see a sailboat anywhere on that pancake. His focus was on something else now as he bounced on his feet, eyes pleading up at his father.

“Can I have strawberries too?”

Coco winced, knowing he didn’t have any in the fridge. He barely ever bought produce if he was being honest. He was getting into the habit of buying more veggies now that you had been leaving your son over for the weekends more recently. He had a bag of frozen mixed vegetables and a half empty carton of blueberries that would be shriveling up any day now, but no strawberries.

“Sorry, kid. I don’t have any. I have blueberries though.”

He shrugged, smile still on his face.

“That’s ok. Blueberries are good too.”

Coco released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and went into the fridge to grab the berries.

“We can go shopping and get some once we finish eating. That sound ok?”

His son smiled and agreed, throwing in his own request.

“Yeah, and then we can get mommy a little teddy for Valentine’s Day! It’s tomorrow I think.”

Coco laughed and nodded, digging into his own pancake as he looked at his boy.

“It is, you’re right. You want to get mommy a teddy? What color?”

The carbon copy of Coco tilted his head back and forth as he chewed and thought.

“A white one. With a pink heart that says I love you.”

Coco smiled, knowing that your son loved you more than he loved anything else on the planet.

“I think that sounds great.”

“Me too. She doesn’t have a Valentine this year so I think that would make her happy.”

The light and fun energy dipped as a pang hit Coco’s chest. He didn’t let his son notice though, forcing his smile to stay right where it was. It was true. You hadn’t been with anyone since the split. Your focus had been on your son and work, no time for dating, at least that was what you had said. Valentine’s Day had always been one of your favorites and while it hadn’t really been Coco’s thing, he had indulged you every single one of the 6 years the two of you had been together. Your split had happened around 10 months ago now and while things were cordial and friendly, your interactions not regarding your son had been kept to a minimum. This would be the first time in years that you wouldn’t have a valentine and Coco was sure you wouldn’t be celebrating it seeing as you would be alone, this week Coco’s week. He decided then that he wouldn’t allow it and patted his hand gently on the counter.

“Hurry and finish up, then we’ll go to the store and buy a bunch of stuff for mommy, ok? We’ll surprise her tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your brows furrowed as you heard the knock on your door. It was around noon, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You picked up your phone and touched the screen, no missed calls or texts. A soft knock sounded again, and you stood, wearily going to the door and pulling it open. Your apprehension evaporated as you saw the boys there hand in hand, a bouquet of red roses in Coco’s empty hand, a fluffy white teddy bear in your son’s. Your smile was ear to ear as you bent down, your son letting go of Coco’s hand to hug you tightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mommy!”

You laughed tearfully and hugged him to your chest tight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby boy.”

You stood back up and took the bear as he held it up to you excitedly.

“Here! This is from me!”

You clutched the bear to your chest and pet it’s soft fur.

“I love it very much. Thank you.”

Eyes locking with Coco’s, he cleared his throat and held out the roses to you.

“And these are from me.”

You could feel yourself swoon, heart aching in your chest, Coco’s doing the same. You took the roses from his hand and held them to your nose, taking a deep breath.  

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

For a moment, it was as if it was only the two of you there, eyes locked, longing and sorrowful. The breakup had been mutual, for the sake of safety, but that didn’t mean it was any easier to live with. Pushing the door open, you invited them both in, Coco carrying a grocery bag as well that your son quickly grabbed and shoved towards you excitedly.

“We also got strawberries! Daddy said we could make pancakes again but with strawberries this time.”

You grinned and happily took the carton of strawberries, not bothering to mention that you already had one in the fridge. These were a thousand times better already.”

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Lost Sweater - Fred Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨sweetpandorabox୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Fred has been looking for a specific sweater that his mom knitted him and gifted to him during Christmas last year but he couldn't seem to find it, due to its cold bold blue color he adores wearing it a whole lot, especially during cold wintery months such as these, with no luck finding it he turns to you his girlfriend of 1 year only to find that you've been wearing it all along.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N : Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write a super short one-shot for all of you, I'll be sure to make one of these for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and don't require a lot of time, anyways enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 937

✯¸.•´¨*•✿ Lost Sweater ✿•*¨`•.¸✯

"Oh, bloody hell where is it! Fred muttered as he trashed his whole wardrobe going nuts for his favorite cobalt blue sweater with a notable golden 'F' being knit into it, George shook his head towards Fred adding a facepalm motion into his own forehead, "Mate how can you lose your favorite sweater? mom made you that last year and you wear them all the time" George added as Fred gave in. "Sigh...I've looked everywhere in this room, maybe I've left it somewhere maybe it's in the common room?... but I know I brought it with me from home" he murmured cleaning up the messy state of his wardrobe back into order. George chuckled at his frustration, "How about you wear one of the older ones you have, maybe the green ones?" he suggested leaning his back into their shared room doorframe.

Fred gives in another sigh before nodding and putting on his older navy green sweater that he's grown out of due to his height now, but he simply went with it and puts another layering jacket over the top to keep himself nice and warm. "Well I'm heading off to see my girlfriend, I'm supposed you're going to do the same huh?" George asked knowingly, Fred gives him a nod as he puts on his shoes, "Well alright then tell Y/N I said hi...I'll see you later at dinner" he mentioned leaving the door open as he leave, "Will do" Fred shouted loud enough for him to hear. Fred made his way to your dorm room still upset about his favorite sweater and couldn't help but retrace his steps when he was wearing them, but his brain was foggy he couldn't remember anything which frustrates him even more.

He finally made it into your shared dorm room, you promise him that the girls will be out doing something together and won't be back for an hour so you and Fred can cuddle for a bit before you both head out to your usual ritual of butterbeer and exploding bonbons by the lake, celebrating the weekend before Monday makes its way back through the week. 'Knock...Knock' as the sound of your wooden door echoed inside, "Oh that must be Freddie" you muttered happily, "Come in" you let out continuing to put on mascara in between your lashes by the mirror you have above your dressing table. He entered your room and closed the door behind him, "Hey beautiful how are you?" Fred asked not paying much attention to you as he takes off his scarf, beanie, and outer coat.

"Hello love I'm alright how about you?" you asked excitedly as you finished your makeup look and made your way towards Fred as his back faces you, it was a perfect opportunity for a hug from behind so you did just that. He smiles at your actions and turned around finally paying attention to you. "I'm alright as well lo-" he paused scanning you up and down, his much shorter girlfriend in her lacy underwear and a giant cobalt sweater with a golden F being knit into it topping it off with a messy bedhead-like hair. Fred blushed furiously as if red paint had made itself paint a streak straight across his face with no warning. "Babe, when did you steal that sweater? I've been looking all over the place for it... it's my favorite one" Fred asked with a slight smile on his face, you pout and looked up at him, "I-I'm sorry I saw it laying around your bed last week when I was over at your dorm room and I was cold so I took it without asking. And I never had a sweater like this one before, it's comfy and it has a giant letter, presenting the first alphabet of your name, it's rather special really" you pleaded to hope your tall ginger boyfriend would spare you from his anger.

Fred chuckled lightly at your response, "Love if you wanted a sweater just like mine you could've just asked me, mom would be more than happy to knit you one this Christmas...I bet she already did she loves you, and she thinks you're the perfect match for me because you tone down my quirky personality and you can bake.... what more could I want?" Fred mentioned still warping his arm around your waist lovingly, your face lit up with excitement. "Really? she'd do that for me? knit me my own personal sweater like this one?" you wondered as your eyes sparkled with joy, Fred chuckled louder at your response, "Well of course but for now, you can wear this one, but it's incredibly baggy on you" he touched the blue sweater watching as the hem hits around your upper thigh area which puts a smile on his face, after a bit of staring Fred couldn't resist your lips, there something about them that drives him and forced a feeling of desires to kiss it every time and so he did.

He pulled you in by the waist close to his leaving no gaps in between the both of you, he uses his pair of chocolaty brown eyes to stare deep into your soul with a smile so enthralling you often wondered to yourself if this boy was truly real at times, and before you know it he'd managed to pick you up with his strong hands and kiss you passionately that soon becomes hungry, leading Fred into landing you softly on your bed breaking the kiss leaving the both of you into a fit of giggle like young children at the park.

[bl00dst41ned]

*.·:·.✦ baby tears ✦.·:·.*

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female oc (named her Astrid)

summary: in which having a child can be hard but with the help of someone it may feel better

author's note: @l4vines asked for some fluffy dad Trent so here is my attempt to deliver. also i need to change these headers i despise them now. as usual, not proofread.

warnings: mentions of postpartum anxiety/depression, baby blues (I’ll try to approach the subject as carefully as I can)

word count: 937

The small lamp on the nightstand lightened the wide master bedroom. Light snores resonated from Trent’s mouth as he slept peacefully. At his side sat his longtime girlfriend, Astrid, legs folded with their newborn son, Elijah, lying on them and eating his milk out of his bottle. She looked at his face, beams of light showcasing his lips’ movements. His eyes remained closed as his fingers gesticulated, trying to grip his bottle.

Elijah was born two months ago, after nine long eventful months. Astrid had to be bed-bounded for the last three months of her pregnancy, which left her very frustrated.

After his birth, she felt relieved to be alive and mostly to have a healthy son. Though Astrid tried to give him all the care he needed, it still didn’t feel right. She would feel the urge to cry anytime she interacted with Elijah. Even if she did everything right, she could not stop doubting herself. And now was no different.

Small tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched Elijah eat slowly. The mix of her sniffs and the baby’s whimpers woke Trent up. He slowly moved around on the bed before turning to face his small family. He held a little smile on his face but it soon turned into a frown once he realised his partner crying. Again.

Trent knew this kind of episode happened to her, and they became even more frequent the past week. In a talk with his mom, she taught him about postpartum and how it was not always an easy and happy moment for the woman. After a few researches on his own, Trent feared she would suffer from postpartum depression or something close to it. He didn’t know how to talk to her about it but he could not bear seeing her that way anymore.

“Azzy” He called her by her childhood nickname.

She quickly wiped her cheeks in an attempt to hide her emotions from her boyfriend. He sat up, leaning on the headboard. Since he could not properly hold her, he simply left a kiss on her temple as tears uncontrollably rolled down her face.

“I can’t seem to get over this” Astrid sobbed, her head on his chest and her eyes glued on Elijah’s face. “He deserves so much better and I just don’t know how to give it to him”

“You already do. You handle Elijah with as much care as you can give him, despite doubting yourself. No matter how you feel, you’re always there for him” His words definitely comforted her and soothed an inner wound that desperately needed it. “Elijah trusts you, now you need to trust yourself and know how much of a good mother you are”

“Thank you so much, Trent. Genuinely.” She put the baby bottle away about to place Elijah on her shoulder for him to burp “You don’t know how much it means to me”

“That’s what I’m here for. Get some sleep Az, I got him” He grabbed Elijah out of her hold placing him on his shoulder as Astrid laid back down under the covers, trying to doze off.

A few minutes later, she felt Trent get back into the bed, instantly wrapping his arms around her waist.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

In the following weeks, Trent made sure to be as supportive as he could of Astrid. He made sure to uplift her every day and compliment her so that she felt better not only about her parenting but also about herself. Slowly but surely, she gained more and more confidence as a woman and also as a mother.

“Give me the wipes,” Astrid asked as she lifted Elijah’s lower body up to change him.

Trent did as asked watching her eyebrows knit from her concentration. He observed her movements, and how soft she was whenever she touched him. He also listened to how she talked him through the process even though the newborn did not understand one bit. She was the best mother ever in his eyes, now it was her turn to see it.

Astrid finished dressing Elijah back up before giving him to Trent while she put the products away. She came back to the living room to a cute interaction between the two men of her life: Trent kissing their son’s face repeatedly, earning a smile and what could be a laugh from the newborn.

She joined them on the couch, sitting on her right leg as she smiled, looking at them.

“You’re good?”

She knew he didn’t mean it as of today but in general.

“Yeah, better since that night we talked. And I would not feel that way if it was not for you. You really helped me a lot”

“That’s what I’m here for” 

And he meant it. The moment he decided to get into a relationship with her three years ago, he accepted having to deal with anything she went through by her side. Even more, now that they had become a family.

“You’re ready for tomorrow?” He turned to face her but she broke eye contact.

“Not really. But it’s a step at getting better.”

They both decided that it could be good for Astrid to see a therapist, just to let her feelings out and receive some guidance. Trent even offered to go with her but she emphasized wanting these sessions to be for her only, where she was free to vent, with nobody she knew around her.

“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, don’t forget it” Trent spoke truthfully, her face blushing from his comment.

“I love you, Azzy”

“I love you too, Trent”

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The Envelope

Characters: Dazai x Reader Word count: 937 words Osamu Dazai is one of the regulars at the café where you work. Whilst conversations with him are never dull, your tireless to-and-fro often takes you away from the subject of his ever-growing tab. Instead, you are forced to sidestep his constant invitations into a ‘lover’s suicide’ and remind him that such a pursuit can be accomplished alone by any individual in possession of a good life insurance policy. If anything, the living spouse would then at least profit financially. And yet, Dazai neither seems satisfied with your responses nor deterred in his efforts to change your mind.

One day, at the end of a long shift, you were approaching the double doors, keys in hand, when Dazai slouched past the glass. Startled, you opened one door to admit him. It had been some time since he had visited the café and the lateness of the hour only added to your sense of trepidation.

“Just thought I’d stop by… I’m sure you missed me!” he called out jovially. As he perched upon one of stools which lined the counter, you set your ring of keys down noisily.

“Oh, I made do with the customers who actually pay their bills,” you snapped back at him. Your hands flexed at your sides; suddenly you wished you still had something to occupy them with. “Still, it has been a while. I saw on the news that there were arrest warrants out for the ADA…”

“It was horrible,” Dazai agreed mournfully. “Prison was the worst! My cell was tiny, the company was just dreadful and don’t even get me started on the food!”

There was always something so captivating about his performance, even if that’s all it ever was; an act. And yet, the dull, monochrome day-to-day was flooded with colour in his presence. For one so preoccupied with death, he possessed the singular ability to rouse the world around him into life. Hearing his voice after all those weeks was enough to lift your lips into a shy smile. Despite yourself, your earlier resolve was already crumbling. With an effort, you tore your eyes away from his own.

“Look Dazai, it’s closing time and I need to get home. How about I make you a coffee to go? Consider this one - and only this one - on the house. I guess it's the least I can do after everything you’ve been through.” Fumbling, you laid down a fresh filter and sprinkled in several, hasty spoonfuls of ground coffee.

“Actually…” Dazai drummed his fingertips upon the counter. “…I’m here to ask you out.”

The handle of the kettle almost slipped from your grasp.

“I know, I know!” he waved away your protests before you had even uttered them, “…but hear me out, just once more will you? I’ve been preparing for this moment you know!” To add further mystery to his words, he slid an unmarked envelope across the bar. “I even asked around for advice on what to say to you!” Dazai leaned back so luxuriously on his stool that you were certain he would fall. Quickly, he righted himself. “That being said, my cell mate was nothing short of psychotic. He insisted that I get you fired from your job and isolate you from your loved ones so then you’d have no choice but to crawl to me!”

“Wow. What a romantic.” Somehow, you managed to flatten the tremor in your voice. It was fortunate that, by now, the rich coffee decoction had dripped down into the lower basin, for you were able to occupy yourself with an open cupboard. You made a performance of retrieving a fresh takeaway cup before he could notice the warmth in your cheeks.

"So…” Turned away from him, you smiled down into the empty cup. “...you were thinking about me whilst you were in there…?”

”…of course. And, whilst I didn’t take that man’s advice… I did come prepared.“

Finally connecting his statement to the white envelope, you placed the items down and returned his attention.

"Six months’ tab paid up.” Dazai winked roguishly. “Plus tips.”

“Who did you rob?” You turned the paper over in your hands, conscious of the deepening flush upon your face.

He laughed. “Would that matter to you?”

In answer, you placed the envelope over on the other side of the counter.

“I guess in the end, it wasn’t so hard to figure out what to say.” Dazai rose, hands stowed in the pockets of his trench coat. “I just had to prove to you that I’m a man of my word…” He nodded and, taking up the coffee you had made for him, turned to leave.

As Dazai approached the doors, he spoke again. His voice was losing its theatrical quality with every word. It was as though he was breaking character; opening up to reveal some hidden quality. There was something new there; something nervous, tentative, sincere. “…I’m also doing a little better now, I think. Maybe, someday, I’ll die with a beautiful woman… but first, first we’ll live.” He gave a small sigh. And, with that, he raised the cup in a brief gesture of farewell.

“Wait-”

Dazai glanced back over his shoulder, eyebrows lifted in interest.

“Maybe… this time, I’ll let you take me somewhere…” You were untying the white bow of your apron with clumsy fingers. “There’s just one condition…”

He opened his mouth to reply but you interrupted with a raised hand.

”…I’m not heading anywhere near the riverside with you, got it?”

He laughed. Then, pushing his palm against the glass, he held the door open to the fading evening light.

Part 2 (NSFW)

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A military whistleblower has gone on the record to warn that there has been a 936% increase in heart attacks among pilots since the mRNA jabs were rolled out.

Navy Medical Service Corps Lt. Ted Macie revealed last month the damning Department of Defense data showing a massive surge in cardiac conditions among active-duty aviators in 2022, a year after the mandatory Covid-19 vaccination, compared to the five-year average preceding that year.

Naturalnews.com reports: “I went in today and I’m doing the same thing: a five-year average. However, I’m comparing it to 2022. And I’m using only fixed-wing pilots and helicopter pilots on active duty,” Macie said enumerating various heart-related diseases with the corresponding percentage increase. The most shocking are cases of heart failure which went up by a whopping 973 percent. Cardiomyopathy and myocarditis incidents climbed to 152 percent and 151 percent, respectively. There was a 69 percent surge in systemic heart diseases and 62 percent in pulmonary heart diseases. Thirty-six percent increase of hypertensive diseases were reported as well as 63 percent of other forms of cardiac conditions.

[nixytea]

[☂︎] — study date w/ jungwon

synopsis: a study date with jungwon at the library, enough said. pre-relationship where you’re still testing out the waters. (w/c: 937)

“i can’t do this.”

“oh yes you can.”

“no, no jungwon. i physically, mentally, emotionally cannot do this. not today, my friend.”

jungwon stares at you, the deadpan look he gives you enough to send a chill through your bones. “i’m here for a reason, y/n. want to remind me again?”

you mumble out a sulky reply, but jungwon is not satisfied by that. “say it louder.”

“fine. we’re here because i can’t memorise atomic structure for the life of me.”

“that’s right, now look at the question again. come on, you’re not even past page three, and there’s like, twenty of these.” he covers a line at the top of the page with his hand. “explain, in terms of atomic structure, why metals can conduct electricity.”

you stare at the notes in front of you for one beat. two beats. “i…because, um. i don’t know?” you scratch your head, sheepishly looking back up at him. immediately you wish you didn’t, because the barely-concealed mixture of horror and disappointment on his face takes a chunk off your soul with each second you look at it.

how did you land yourself here, in a freezing public library, with your friend-turned-crush seated opposite you? well, it’s simple. you are usually a hardworking student who absorbs material quickly, but somehow the concept of atoms just…escapes you. for goodness’ sake, your dream job has nothing to do with chemistry. and just your luck, yang jungwon has volunteered to tutor you on this subject, while you coach him in math (his trigonometric graphs look like lumpy molehills if you have to be honest).

well, it’s not really your fault, is it? how are you supposed to memorise the structure of graphite when the object of your affection is right across you? with his long fingers flying across the keyboard, cute features scrunched up in concentration, there is absolutely no way you are getting in anything chemistry-related.

he seems to notice this too, as he sighs, shaking his head fondly. “if you can focus for the next hour, i’ll buy you bubble tea after this.”

you instantly perk up. “the hot one? with extra milk?”

his disgust is apparent, but he swallows it back down anyway, a convincing smile surfacing. “sure, but you have to get this chapter down.”

no problem.” with renewed energy, you pick up your pen and begin to copy down the line a few times on rough paper. the prospect of free boba after a gruelling study session hypes you up. if there’s one thing in life that motivates you, it’s hot bubble tea.

unbeknownst to you, jungwon is a little distracted too. entranced by your adorable passion for boba tea, as well as the sudden intensity you have towards your least favourite chemistry topic, he can’t help himself. what is he supposed to do, not watch you be the most lovable human in his eyes?

you glance up from your notes, and he immediately turns away, dimples cheeks dusted a light pink as he realises he’s been caught. “what’re you doing?”

his blush deepens at your question, biting his lips as he tries to hold back his nervous smile. “nothing, just wondering how i could get confessed to by someone like you.”

ah. you and jungwon had been deskmates since the beginning of the year. bonded by the shared frustration over your studies, especially the complexities of the concept of orbitals, a friendship was formed quickly. over time, the feelings between you had blossomed into something a little…different. it had taken months before your friend’s persuasion to just tell him had an effect. less than a week prior to today’s meeting, you’d asked him to go to the rooftop, where you’d made known your feelings for him. and because yang jungwon is a sensible boy who owns more braincells than the average person, he all but collapsed at your confession.

you’d agreed to take things slowly, more than content to wait for jungwon’s confident reply. until then, you and him would still hang out. like today.

jungwon shuts his eyes, a wistful glint in his eyes as he gazes at you so tenderly you feel as if you might cry on the spot. “let’s talk about it later, over our bubble tea. i’ve kept you waiting long enough.” you’d be blind to not notice that jungwon does return your feelings, but you still want to hear it from him properly.

“okay,” you muse. a light pierces through the overcast sky, and you peer out the window. the glass panels serve as a divider between you and the rapidly falling drops of rain. coupled with the quietness of the library, the effect of the atmosphere has you relaxing slightly. jungwon’s fluffy jacket around your shoulders has never felt cosier. boring as studying may be, you want to stay in this moment forever, basking in the feeling of a pause button that allows you to enjoy the presence of your companion.

jungwon taps your wrist gently. “looks like it’s raining. there isn’t a sheltered walkway between the mall and the library. why don’t we stay a little longer till it gets lighter?” there’s an unmistakable double meaning in his words, and his uncertain expression reflects it tenfold.

you return his smile with one of your own, a silent agreement exchanged between the two of you without you even having to say a word. and so you carry on, the soothing scratch of your pens and the steady tapping of the drizzle outside filling the comfortable silence. with your favourite person by your side, you couldn’t wish for anything more.

a/n: inspired by my japanese listening comprehension in class, as well as that pic of won above :DD it’s cute and i’m whipped for rainy days, no explanation required right? as we all know real life relationships need more than just an “i like u and u like me”, and there’s a sense of responsibility and commitment that has to be there. i just felt like jungwon would be someone who emphasises the importance of taking things slowly before entering a relationship and making things official. so yes, in other words this is my interpretation of how to get urself an s/o in the form of a self-indulgent fic. enjoy!

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paradox live {masterlist}

I. BAE

ALLEN SUGASANO

soon

HAJUN YEON

soon

ANNE FAULKNER

fashion week in milan {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 413 words ; sfw}

II. THE CAT’S WHISKERS

NAOAKIRA SAIMON

daddy {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 657 words ; nsfw}

YOHEI KANBAYASHI

soon

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KANATA YATONOKAMI

mother (ft. nayuta yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

“please! please, don’t leave me!” {quote prompt number 29 + scenario | 559 words ; suggestive}

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

mother(ft. kanata yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

IV. AKANYATSURA

IORI SUISEKI

his lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

“the princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” {quote prompt number 17 + scenario | 581 words ; sfw}

ZEN GAHO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

HOKUSAI MASAKI

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

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SATSUKI ITO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

V. BURAIKAN

CHISEI KUZURYU

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HARUOMI SHINGU

“should ifuck you? so beg for it.” {quote prompt number 45 + scenario | 937 words ; nsfw}

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The Claw

In retrospect, there isn’t really any way to lose.

Look I love y’all, and that’s that. Noticed I have a habit of starting on day three, but what better way to get back into the swing of writing? Also, I’ll be jumping between @august-anon’s and @lizzienaut’s prompt lists for this month, and I’m only hoping to beat my total from last year, which was a whopping 5. I’ve got ideas, but I’ll leave prompts open for a bit ☺

Bakugō and Kirishima get silly after visiting the arcade. My love letter to the tickletober day 4 prompt: games. (Also a little bit of ‘suspense’ from yesterday)

SFW. Potential warnings: return-to-writing level fluff, but other than that, none! My Hero Academia / Kiribaku tickle fic.

Word count: 937

~*~

“Fine. Since you’re gonna keep whining about how I wouldn’t waste my money to win you a prize so big you needed a train ticket for it, I’ll play your stupid claw game now, alright?”

It was hardly fair for Bakugō to expect a response out of Kirishima, after having so thoroughly knocked the wind out of him by pinning him on his back to the bed and knocking the butterflies in his stomach to flutter up into his head. If being kissed and straddled hadn't set his heart cantering and head spinning, Kirishima might have been able to verbalize his confusion at Bakugō's words. Play the claw game? When they'd only just gotten back from their class’ day-off trip to the arcade? Sure, Kirishima had teased Katsuki in hopes of getting him to be all romantic and show off to win something for the sturdy student's honor. But he hadn't been serious, certainly not enough to leave the comfort of his room after turning in for the evening just to go all the way back to the arcade. 

But, no, as it were, the game Bakugō had in mind required little more moving than to trap Kirishima's right hand under Bakugō's knee and to clasp Kirishima's left hand in Bakugō's right. Pressing a kiss to Kirishima's knuckles, Bakugō guided the arm to lay at Kirishima's side with elbow bent and forearm thus upright, hands still held. The last piece of the game manifested when Bakugō's previously uninvolved left hand lifted, hovering in a clawed shape inches above Kirishima's stomach. 

Oh.

Kirishima bloomed a thousand shades of red as he realized whatabouts the claw game would entail, and then one more shade of red when Katsuki bowed down to press a kiss to his lips. "My token to play," he explained, chuckling fondly at the warmth in Kirishima's cheeks as righted himself and reassumed his position as both claw and player. "Now, what prize to go for first?"

The only response Kirishima could offer was in the form of the anticipatory giggles that seemed to bloom from his lips in the wake of Katsuki’s kiss. The poor red-headed hero-in-training could only bite his lips and hold tight to Bakugō’s hand as it began to move, taking Kirishima’s along for the ride.

From its starting spot above Kirishima’s middle, the claw moved slowly down, swaying tauntingly above his navel and lower belly, and then, after a considering hum from Bakugō and a gentle toggle of his makeshift joystick, it crawled through the air, slowly as if through molasses, until it sat above Kirishima’s hip. 

Whatever prize Bakugō was aiming for, he was really taking his time deciding. Maybe it was a good thing Kirishima hadn’t convinced him to play the claw while they were still at the arcade. 

Kirishima’s soft giggles spiked briefly with a squeak when Bakugō’s hand dipped farther down than previously, close enough that Kirishima could feel the warmth in his villainous fingertips. He stuck his tongue out when Bakugō pulled his hand away once more, but Bakugō only chuckled, spidering his hand across Kirishima’s chest and hovering it above his ribs. And then it climbed higher.

There had been two sides sparring in Kirishima’s mind up until that point. One, the instinctive part, wanted to suck in his stomach and twist away from Bakugō’s imminent touch; the other, much brighter and much louder part, had happily resigned him to his fate. The first part seemed to kick into overdrive when Bakugō’s hand diverted further up Kirishima��s ribs, because instinct said to keep him away from the most ticklish spots, even if the second part was cheering him on. So, Bakugō’s joystick piloting, smooth until then, stuttered when, rather than actually fighting to get out, Kirishima grappled with just the hand he had held in Bakugō’s. It was impeccable logic, truly, that more effective than shaking off the person controlling the claw, he just fought with all he had to keep the claw from moving.

Well, evidently not all he had, since Bakugō had little trouble getting his joystick moving again. To prove a point, he didn’t just direct it up; he fully raised and pinned Kirishima’s arm, smirking all the while. And, even still, his claw hand moved as dedicatedly slow as ever, ghosting up Kirishima’s ribs and chest and holding for an impossibly long moment over Kirishima’s exposed underarm. Kirishima’s eyes were fixed to those wiggling fingers, daring, begging for it to strike already. Only when his gaze met Bakugō’s, warm and impish, did Bakugō at last break form and attack.

Scritching fingers dug into Kirishima’s armpit, crawling up his bicep and down his ribcage in their fervor. Kirishima’s head hit the pillow, eyes scrunched and smile wide amidst deep and deeply happy guffawing laughter. Instinct prompted him to wriggle, and he did manage to free his hand from under Bakugō’s knee in the process. He made good use of it by wrapping his arm around Bakugō’s back and pulling him close enough that he could laugh into the crook of Bakugō’s shoulder, feel Bakugō’s warm chuckling breath tickling his ear.

It took Kirishima a number of dizzy moments to realize Bakugō had relented, trading the tortuous previous work of his fingers for running them through Kirishima’s hair until his breathing evened. Suddenly, Bakugō was kissing him again, and Kirishima giggled and drew back, brushing the tip of his nose against Bakugō’s. “What was that for?”

“Well,” said Bakugō, towering above Kirishima once more with a blazing grin, “figure I gotta put a coin in every time I want to play, don’t I?”

~*~

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|I think I miss you part 2 ~ Lee Felix|

|part 1|

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Theme: fluff

Word Count: 937

Warnings: none

Summary: After a breakup with Felix Y/N finds out that he went on a hiatus. She feels guilty so she decides to meet with him.

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You were waiting for his reaction looking at the phone. You felt nervous.  Didn’t know what his reply would be if he decided to answer. After all it was you, who had ended things between the two of you. You thought that it would be better, but didn’t expect that he would eventually go on hiatus. 

You felt terrible and anxious. Will he reply? Did he read? Does he still have your phone number? Maybe he’d blocked you? You were asking yourself. From minute to minute you felt more and more uneasy. Finally the sound of the message took you out of your thoughts. So he did have your number and he did not block you. You smiled a little but still were nervous.

Felix: You think though? What do you want? 

You: Can we talk? Please… 

Felix: We have nothing to talk about…   

You: But Lixie please… It’s important

Felix: Stop calling me that, you’ve lost your privilege. You have 15  minutes. Meet me at our place like now.  

You would have lied if you didn’t admit to yourself that you were a little thrilled. After two months of not seeing him or spending time with him, finally you were going to meet him. Also you were nervous. He was mad at you. And you couldn’t blame him. 

You put on an oversized leather jacket that Felix had bought you at the beginning of your relationship and some shoes and went out of your apartment. All the way to the place of the meeting you felt uneasy. What were you going to say? What would be his reaction? Is it a good idea? Your thoughts were driving you crazy.

In 10 minutes you were at YOUR place. The place was an old abandoned playground you had your first date at. Strong memories hit you hard. 

‘Hey sweetheart. I’m sorry I made you wait.’ His breath was short so he must have been running to you. ‘I hope you don’t wait that long for me?’

‘Naah, not at all.. I’ve just arrived… But Lixie, why are we here late at night?’ You took a look around. The area was a little too forested. The playground was old and hadn't been used for a long time. For some people the scenery might have looked like a pretty decent horror movie. 

‘You said that you wanted to see the shooting stars. So… I found the perfect place for a night picnic.’ He said entering the playground area.

In the middle of it there was a huge blanket with a picnic basket. Candles were placed around the blanket giving the sensual atmosphere. You smiled to yourself glad that he had remembered what you said before. 

‘Thank you Lixie.’ You put a small kiss on his cheekbone. ‘It’s beautiful.’ 

‘I wanted to make it special… you know, just for you.’ He answered, smiling softly. It was a beautiful night you had spent together. 

You have arrived at the agreed place ahead of time. You sat at the old swing waiting for him. Just when you wanted to text him telling him that you were waiting he had arrived. 

‘Lixie.’ You said first. ‘How have you been?’

‘Really Y/N? That’s all what you wanna know? How have I been?’ He asked angrily. 

‘I-uhm… I’ve heard that you went on a hiatus. Just wanted to make sure that…’

‘That it’s not your fault? Oh please. You know what you did to me… I just needed a break from all of it.’ 

‘I’m sorry Lixie… I didn’t know that my decision would cause your hiatus.’ You sent him an apologetic look. 

‘Mhm yeah, of course you didn’t… Can you at least tell me the real reason? Because I’ve been thinking about that and you know what? I don’t fucking believe that you ended things between us because of lack of the time.’ He answered looking back at you. You sighed heavily. 

‘I’m sorry Felix… I had to. My parents pushed me to do that. They said that I cannot date an idol. My dad wants me to marry one of his investor’s sons… I didn’t want to hurt you so I told you that not having time was the reason. I really am sorry.’ You said sadly. It was the truth though. Your father has been planning an arranged marriage for such a long time. 

‘Oh Y/N.’ He looked at you with a little smile. ‘I know about that you know?’ 

‘What?’ You blinked twice looking at him. ‘How do you know that?’ 

‘Because that investor’s son is me, sweetheart. I was going to tell you that on our date that you had canceled.’ 

‘But… So I… And..’ You were too stunned to speak. 

‘Yes baby.’ He said laughingly. ‘You had ended things between us before I could tell you the news. I was planning to though…’

‘Oh…’ You felt incredibly stupid and guilty. You looked down at your feet not able to raise your eyes to look at him.

‘Yeah… Oh…’ He replied, looking at you. ‘Sweetheart, look at me please.’ He put a finger at your chin and pulled it up gently so you had to look at him. ‘I still love you, you know?’

‘But after what I did and…’

‘That doesn’t matter.’ He whispered into your ear and put a soft kiss on your forehead. ‘Do you love me’

‘Yes, yes I do…’ you said bravely. It was true though. You did love him. 

‘That’s good, because from now on, I’m not going to leave you ever in this life.’ He said and then he kissed you passionately.

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