#ITS HERE AND MY HEART HURTS NOW THANK U SO MUCH

[ellecdc]

hi! i absolutely love your works, particularly your poly!marauders(w/lily). i think you write them so beautifully and harmoniously that you can't help but fall in love with them.

i wanna compliment you on your recent two-parter about remus and the whole revealing the werewolf thing. the angst to fluff had me on the edge of my seat. thank you for writing such a piece! 🤍

i hope its not too much to ask but in part 1, there's a brief mention of sirius receiving letters from i can assume is his family that lily confiscates and the group tends to love on him a bit more. let's say reader isn't in the loop about sirius' family life and she feels a bit sad that she can't comfort sirius like the rest can, and in general feels lost because it's another thing she isn't 'let in on'. i was wondering if you could write a little something on that? maybe some misunderstandings with a fluffy ending?

i hope this is something you're ok w writing 🥹 if not, its ok! still wish u the best always!

this is so sweet - thank you! & thanks for your request - hope you like it!!

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5

poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader who find's her own way to comfort Sirius - 2.1k

CW: brief mention of Sirius' childhood, allusions to anxiety, our shy Hufflepuff reader, hurt comfort, Sirius-centric

There was this saying that you never really understood before.

Love makes you do crazy things. 

And while the definition of crazy may be up for debate, you’re quite sure it could be understood as acting completely out of character.

So here you were, acting completely out of character; voluntarily marching towards a secluded end of the library where three Slytherin’s were sitting that you had - up until this point - managed to avoid completely. 

But you couldn’t, wouldn’t, avoid them any longer; not now, not for Sirius. 

The dust settled relatively well after the news of Remus’ lycanthropy had been shared with you; the five of you seemed to find a sort of freedom in not having to hide from one another anymore. Remus could be himself, the other’s could love him appropriately, and you could too. 

But another one of those black envelopes with  a green wax seal showed up at breakfast yesterday, and the group delved into their usual hide-the-envelope-and-coddle-Sirius practice. 

Lily took the envelope and disposed of it, James and Sirius had a floo call with the Potter’s, and Remus’ mum and dad sent baked goods from Wales via owl. 

You had since gathered that these letters were coming from his parents, or at the very least from someone in the Black family; you had also gathered that the contents of the letter’s were hurtful or upsetting to Sirius. And even though he never got to read them, a heavy cloud seemed to form and follow the young ex-heir around. 

And your heart felt heavy; not because they were keeping anything from you, per se, but rather because they seemed to have a routine that didn’t include you.

And while you didn’t want to encroach in spaces that you weren’t necessarily invited in, you couldn’t help but feel like you should be doing more. 

Lily, James, and Remus all had something they could offer Sirius; they all had some way that they could support him. 

You didn’t.

And it wasn’t for a lack of trying on your part, but rather that no one seemed particularly inclined to burden you with any negativity. 

“Don’t worry about me, babydoll; this is standard Black stuff. I’ll be just fine.” Sirius had said when you asked if he was okay; his usual salacious smile significantly dimmed as it seemingly took the majority of his effort in his response. 

The others hadn’t been much help either; Remus and James effectively telling you that you were too sweet to have to worry about such horrid people, and Lily trying to assure you that they had it under control and not to worry - Sirius would be okay. 

And that was all well and good, but it wasn’t enough for you - it was about sodding time you started pulling your weight in this relationship.

So - with nothing more than the teeniest bit of courage you were sure you pilfered from your four Gryffindors and perhaps a healthy dose of delusion - you forced your feet to take you in the direction of the only person in the entire castle you thought might possibly be able to help you. 

“My, my, my; to what do we owe the absolute pleasure, little Puffle?” Barty Crouch Junior mocked as you paused at their table; Evan Rosier and Regulus Black picking their heads up to look at you incredulously and bemusedly respectful. 

“Did ya get lost there, L/N? Need me to find you one of your Gryffindor’s?” Evan taunted, earning him what looked like a kick in the shin from Regulus, though you couldn’t be certain on account of the table impeding your view.

“Erm…I-I was sort of wondering if I could speak with you, Regulus?” You managed to murmur awkwardly.

The three Slytherin’s seemed to have a silent conversation as they shared glances before Barty shrugged and Evan rolled his eyes; both standing and leaving the two of you some privacy. 

Regulus watched as you cast a hasty muffliato around the table - another trick you’d picked up from the Gryffindor’s - and as you helped yourself to a seat with your boyfriend’s younger brother. 

“Is Sirius okay?” Regulus asked quickly, his voice no more than an urgent whisper as he looked at you imploringly.

His intensity caught you off guard; you were so certain getting anything out of the notoriously stand-offish Slytherin would be next to impossible, but he had beat you to the conversation and seemed to be just as worried about his brother as you were. 

You remembered then why you liked Slytherin’s so much; you often found a kindred spirit in them, for one thing that a Slytherin valued most was a sense of loyalty.

Well, didn’t you have enough loyalty to use to your advantage. 

You wondered rather belatedly if you had overstepped. It was admittedly too late to ask yourself this now; standing outside of the boys’ dorm with a package in your hand.

What’s done is done. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.

With this, you raised your hand and gently knocked on the door.

It had been James to open the door; his jaw tense until he saw you, which seemed to cause his face to melt into an awkward expression you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hi angel.” He greeted apologetically. “You okay?”

You were confused by his greeting, and his question, and the fact that he hadn’t moved out of the way of the door to invite you in as he usually did.

“I’m fine.” You responded quickly, trying to look behind him. “What’s wrong?”

James made a sound of discomfort in the back of his throat as he looked over his shoulder, still not moving to allow you entry. 

“Listen, sweetheart; I’m not sure now is a great time…”

“It’s Sirius, is it?” You asked quickly. His responding grimace proving your suspicions. “I need to see him.”

“Sweets, maybe you could come back la-”

But later wasn’t good enough, you see. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.

So, in the name of love making you do crazy things and still acting completely out of character for you, you shoved your way past James’ hip, bending under his arm to allow yourself your own entrance to the boys’ dormitory. 

Lily sat at the end of Sirius’ bed where she had one hand resting on his ankle; her thumb stroking back-and-forth over his achilles tendon.

Remus sat against the headboard with Sirius in his arms; his lips pressed against his hair as he murmured sweet nothings to him.

And as you stepped closer, you could see an indent where James had been sitting, opposite of Lily likely serving the same support as your red-headed girlfriend.

“Siri?” You asked quietly, causing him to stiffen significantly before sitting up and feigning nonchalance.

“Hi doll.” He croaked then, wiping angrily at the tear tracks on his face and pasting on a smile. “Didn’t mean for you to see me like this. What’s up?”

You hated the faux blase act he was putting on for your sake, but you reminded yourself why you were here.

To help.

“I have something for you.” You offered quietly, procuring the parchment wrapped package and holding it out for him. 

“Awe.” He chuckled wetly with a sniffle. “You didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Well, I suppose I can’t take all the credit for it.” You replied, watching him pause in the process of opening to look at you in confusion.

“Open it.” You encouraged.

He finished ripping the parchment from the box before lifting the lid.

You felt your heart stop as the lid fell unceremoniously from his hands and a small gasp left his lips at the sight of the small, stuffed black cat sitting inside.

You’d spent the afternoon learning about the tail of two toys; Splash the cat and Padfoot the dog. The only toys the two young Black family boys were given came from their Uncle Alphard in the form of a plush cat and a plush dog; both with black fur as a nod to the family name and the boys’ hair colour. 

Even though Uncle Alphard had given the dog to Sirius and the cat to Regulus, the boys often traded, depending on their current circumstances. 

You learned that when Sirius went to Hogwarts, he had left with the cat. 

When he returned home after having been sorted into the wrong house, Regulus had given him the dog.

And when Regulus joined Sirius at Hogwarts only to be ripped from his brother - possibly for good - after being sorted into Slytherin, he pilfered the dog from Sirius and left him with the cat.

They never discussed those plush toys again.

And when Sirius fled Grimmauld place one horrible night in June between fifth and sixth year, he left with nothing but his wand, the clothes on his back, and his school trunk.

Left behind was poor Splash the cat.

Regulus - fearing his mother would go on a warpath and completely destroy everything in Sirius’ room - quickly grabbed the cat and had kept it hidden in his school trunk ever since.

Until today. Until now.

Now, he left Splash with you; trusting that you would return him to his person, the one who needed him the most.

“How…” Sirius whispered as he quietly pulled the plush toy from the box; hands painfully gentle as if the toy would simply turn to ash should he jostle it. “Where did you get this?”

“I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re asking.” You tried to joke in an attempt to keep the moment light. Sirius simply turned his disbelieving gaze from the toy to you.

“You spoke with him?”

Suddenly, your fears that you had completely overstepped came flooding back; a nervous sort of nausea settling deep within your stomach that threatened to make this awkward moment horribly worse.

“I…I did- I didn’t say anything, of course! Because there was nothing to say, because I don’t actually know anything, which is fine too! I just…I couldn’t…well, you see, I just had to do something, you know? I couldn’t just-”

Your ramblings were (thankfully) cut off when the air nearly completely left your lungs as Sirius attached himself to your middle; his arms winding tightly around your body where they met in the middle of your back. You could feel the impression of Splash against your back from where he was still in Sirius’ grasp.

“I’m sorry if I upset you - I know it wasn’t my place, but-”

“You’re incredible.” Sirius whispered then. “I can’t believe you’d do this for me.”

“You’re not mad?” You whispered back, causing Sirius to pull away from you, only far enough to be able to look into your eyes with ill-hidden admiration. 

“My sweet shy girl; approaching Slytherin’s for me.” He murmured, causing Remus and Lily to snort and James to gawk.

“You did what!?” 

“You do know that a quarter of our school is made up of Slytherin’s, right?” You asked James then; Sirius pulling you back into his chest when you dared to remove your gaze from him.

“That’s entirely too many Slytherin’s, my girl.” James muttered, though he relented in his admonishment of you for your crime of daring to speak to your classmates in order to sit beside your other two lovers. 

“I can’t believe he gave this to you.” Sirius whispered; holding the cat up behind your back so he could examine it over your shoulder.

“He didn’t give it to me, Sirius.” You whispered back as you pulled away from him so you could look into his eyes. “You have a lot of people in your corner; more than you know.” 

His eyes seemed to well again, though he didn’t look nearly as heartbroken as he did when you first walked in, so you counted that as a win. 

“What did I do to deserve you, hm?” He asked then before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

You’re sure you could have counted at least seventeen ways in which Sirius Black deserved the nicest things you had to offer, but right now you were more focused on the feel of his lips against yours.

If love made you do crazy things, and those crazy things brought you to this; this being Sirius moulding himself to you as if he hoped he could make a home for himself inside of your soul, then you would happily spend the rest of you life mad as one could be.

You hadn’t fixed anything, not by a longshot; but you had helped, even if only just a little.

His lips tasted of salt and perhaps some sadness, but also of hope.

And for now, that was enough.

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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[crypticminx]

Please pleasee do felix x pregnant reader smut, ily ur writing ur so talented 💌

Thank u my loveee! Here you go xoxo

AN: smutttt, eating u out, sex, breeding kink! Xoxox

Felix is ravenous for you.

Actually, ravenous is an understatement.

He’s so damn starved for your touch since you’ve become pregnant, his internal famine grows more and more as does the swelling of your bump.

He desires you more than ever, finding you as beautiful as all the goddess he ever studied in his Greek mythology class. Like the tragic tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, Felix was so unearthly in love with you that he vowed to do anything for you, but even more so now as you were the one carrying his seed.

So alluring—yet sentimentally fascinating, for the man to watch your body and physique evolve in the most glowing way possible.

Felix just wouldn’t be able to contain himself in a manner that wasn’t touching you all over with his exceedingly needy hands. No restraints could keep him apart from you.

And when you were naked, it was like he was in heaven and you were his angel.

He adored seeing you so full and round with his seed, your once petite breasts now full and swollen. He’d gently cup them, stimulating a nerve inside of you that felt relaxing as your boobs were constantly sore. And when he felt like his hands could only provide so much for his lover, his tongue would ease its way to your hard nipples. He’d be delicate, not wanting to suck on them in a way that would hurt you. So as he’d swirl his desirous tongue round and round, you’d moan for him in agony to just fuck you already.

Making love was a strong suit of his, he was a master in the bedroom and could get you off in a hurry with a few powerful thrusts and some aggressive hair pulling. However, sex while being pregnant was different. It brought out a more sympathetic side to Felix, he was stimulated to no end, but didn’t let his rough, usual pace take over.

Slow and steady, he’d make you feel warm and losen all your tension by eating you out. Plunging his tongue in and out, by taking his sweet time in devouring your delectable cunt. Taking a few sweet moments to glance at your sweaty, pink cheeks before letting his hands roam freely around your protruding bump, his head retuning back to his favourite meal that was sprawled in front of him.

His throbbing cock had no seconds to spare, patiently waiting to enter the insides of your needy pussy, except Felix didn’t rush his stamina to slide it in. Cautiously taking his time, he lightly thrusted his solid cock into you, loving the slow feeling of letting his cock be surrounded in your inner walls that were already so wet for him.

He groaned seeing the image beneath him, your eyes squinting trying not to roll back with how pleasurable he was being, but most all, he loved seeing your bare bump on display for his eyes only. If you’re weren’t pregnant at the moment, there was no doubt in his horny little mind that would stop him from knocking you up this instant.

You were so gorgeous. Your heart was pure, filled with generosity and you had to have been the most selfless person he ever encountered—something so unfamiliar to him.

“Look at you, my little dove,” he proclaimed in between his erotic pants. “All full of my baby….oh so beautiful you are.”

His eyes were full of passioniate fire as his ears were overflowing with the beautiful sounds of your delicate whimpers and divine moans.

He’d get lower on you to the point where his toned abdomen would collide with your swollen stomach, skin to skin, he felt so connected to you.

“I wanna keep you like this,” he truthfully whispered, “keep cuming in you with my seed one after the other…”

A line of Catton heirs, now that was something worth talking about.

He loved everything about you being pregnant. He loved how you needed him, he loved your cute mood swings, he loved seeing your nurturing side blossom.

He was definitely getting you pregnant again.

[landoslvr]

MRS TELEVISION | a. frederick

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs television'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x arthur frederick (arthurtv)

faceclaim: bri kerr

notes: first piece for mrs television out of the wag universe. bri is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs television, hopefully you like it!

liked by arthurtv, arthurfhill and 1,129 others

yourinstagram helped out on someone else's video for once, chris finally let me leave the dungeon!!!

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user she kills me

user hottest producer award goes to...

chrismd_10 drinking on the job?

yourinstagram constantly

user she looks peppered in the 3rd slide

user first risky pic from y/n ever on the 6th slide

georgeclarkey thanks for the candid of me and my man 😌😌

arthurtv please someone get him away from me

user y/n's friend is inhaling that guinness 🫢

arthurtv great photography for the 1st and 3rd pictures, big fan!

yourinstagram humble as ever mr television

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yourinstagram lots of fun at work recently, constantly mixing business and pleasure 🥂 chrismd thanks for keeping me employed even if I drink at work

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user I can't tell if shes joking about drinking at work 😭

user its definitely a joke, most bts has y/n yelling at chris to pull his head in lol

user she keeps him in line!

yourinstagram have been going on 15 years

user we thank you for your service 🫡

arthurtv no jerseys at the match???

yourinstagram the nerve!

chrismd_10 who's that handsome fella in the last slide?

miniminter leave the md clutches and come to sidemen

yourinstagram throw in talia and you have a deal

georgeclarkey you drunk

yourinstagram seems to be the new normal now, just embracing my new brand (like you and your Invisalign ads)

georgeclarkey too far

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yourinstagram more of a traveller atm than a producer! enjoyed spain very very much, definitely swipe to the 8th slide to see what arthur classifies as a front flip

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arthurtv it's called being flexible, you wouldn't know anything about it

yourinstagram your six-year-old sister does a better front flip than you

arthurtv leave flora out of this

user guys stop flirting in front of us 😭😭 the false hope hurts

georgeclarkey always appreciate meeting a fan

yourinstagram die

calfreezy that photo was sacred y/n

chrismd_10 I feel ashamed, embarrassed

willne the absolute cheek

user why is no one talking about how good y/n looks in these pictures??

faithlouisak Im thinking the same thing?

user literal island princess

user is that danny aarons in the 5th picture 😭😭

yourinstagram dont even ask how he got the invite

chrismd_10 we're still not sure tbh

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yourinstagram filmed a very *cool* video this week 🌨️

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arthurtv again, who is your photographer???? such raw talent is exquisite

yourinstagram im very close to letting him go actually, you can have him!

user arthur being the first to comment on her posts fuels my mrs television heart really, give us something guys

user I love them at my core I can't lie

user she is just so pretty

chrismd_10 get back to work

yourinstagram I literally just want to breathe chris

user someone make chris let y/n go, she needs to be a free woman

bezhinga faiths phone is dead but she says 'u look leng'

yourinstagram I love you faith kelly x

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yourinstagram very good friends! (happy one year doofus)

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user A WHOLE ASS YEAR???????

user who even are they????????

user I feel like I have been swindled here miss l/n

user can we finally call her mrs television??? shes more than chris' producer now, she's one of us

arthurtv best friends for life! (I love you very much)

user I can't tell if im going to cry or faint tbh

user why is he always playing chess, arthur PLEASE

yourinstagram I'm asking this question all the time?

chrismd_10 I take credit for this relationship btw

yourinstagram how so?

chrismd_10 if I hadn't sat with arthur in class and then dragged you into our group project, I like to think this wouldn't have happened

georgeclarkey I love all of the fans so much but please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman

user GEORGE PLEASE

[dipperscavern]

ugh my most fave account in the whole WORLD can I ask for bathing w Jon??? Doesn’t even have to be smutty (tho I wouldn’t complain) just like spending time with him after a stressful day, maybe a massage, maybe some ogling idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

most fave account in the world… you’re just saying that… [batting my lashes] absolutely u can!! thank u for the ask <3

jon snow x fem!reader, set after the battle of the bastards

jon’s not sure who’s blood he’s covered in anymore. dirt & grime cling to him like moths to a flame, and he’s exhausted — in all senses.

it’s emotional, being back in winterfell. it’s halls echo with the haunted laughter of the ghosts that once roamed them, and jon can almost feel the memories etched onto the bricks under his fingertips. how many feet have walked these halls?

he knows winterfell it’s just a castle, a place that’s been here & will remain here long after he dies. he knows it’s the people that make a place a home — knows the castle doesn’t take sides or have favorites of its inhabitants, but he can’t help the feeling of possession that licks up his spine. a strange sense of family, like the castle itself has been waiting to hold them all in its walls once more.

and, he feels a sense of pride. accomplishment. finally does he have back that which was taken from him and his family when the realm fell apart. he’s been guarding the wall for years, and he vows to guard winterfell with the same ferocity.

he thinks all this while he stands at the window of his old room, watching the banners of flayed men be cut down & replaced with direwolves. bolton’s, cut down. replaced by starks. a hot bath awaits behind him, waiting to wash his sins clean, but he hasn’t so much as looked at it yet. he feels so much, all of it all at once. grief, shock, pain, nostalgia — all which make his head spin.

the adrenaline of battle quickly disappears from his system, making his knees buckle as he leans against the windowsill. little black spots dance in his vision as he tries to regain his balance. rickon chipped a tooth on this sill, he thinks. the memory uncomfortably squeezes at his heart.

as his brain assesses he’s not in danger anymore, various injuries now come to light. the ache of his knuckles, bruised & wet with blood. whether it’s his or ramsays, he can’t be entirely certain. his legs hurt, his arms hurt; the cuts on his face scream as dirt mixes with the open wound. he can feel the plethora of grime in his scalp, and the strain of his hair being pulled back. he should- needs to be back out there, checking on his men, surveying winterfells grounds, helping with the cleanup — but he can’t do that until he gives his body some respite. he needs relief, but where does he even start?

he’s smoothing a hand over his jaw when the door opens, and he turns to see you. you exhale, visibly relaxing at the sight of him as you close the door. your eyes rake up and down his body, seemingly checking for any mortal wounds. he understands, you lost sight of each other as soon as the battle started. well, you lost sight of him as the entirety of the bolton army ran at him full speed.

“Sansa said you’d be here.”

albeit less than him, you’re covered in the aftermath of battle yourself. while relieved to see you, jon doesn’t have the energy to respond, meeting your eyes with a tired look & nodding. you smile at the sight of what he’s leaning against, moving to join him at the sanctuary of his window.

“Rickon chipped a tooth on this sill.”

when he thought of it, it hurt. but when you mention it, it only makes him smile — huffing out a breath of laughter.

“Aye. He did.”

you look out the window for a moment, relishing in seeing the stark banners hang once more, before reaching a hand up to cradle his cheek. you have it angled to not touch any of his cuts, and the small gesture makes him only fall more in love with you, if even possible.

you look at him for a moment, and then move to reach for jon’s gloved hand. he almost pulls back at the thought of sullying your clean hands with his own, caked with blood both metaphorically & physically — but he fails to realize you took lives today too. your hands are just as sullied as his own, but never in his mind will they be equal. either way, you don’t seem to mind, eager to reaffirm the idea that he’s okay by feeling him under your hands.

you begin to slide off his glove, and he winces at the exposure of his bloody knuckles. they’re bruised, skin partially cracked from the force he used to have a conversation with the bolton bastard. your brows pinch, muttering an apology as you toss the glove on the floor & move to take off the other.

he looks at you as you work, and he suddenly feels a surge of emotion. how lucky is he to have someone that understands him so? you know what he needs even when jon himself doesn’t, and he has to resist the urge to interrupt you by pressing a kiss to your temple. he settles on allowing the corners of his lips to quirk up in a small smile.

even in his gratefulness, he can’t help the thought that lingers in the back of his mind. the thought that he should be out there, tending to the wounded or helping in some other way (as if he wasn’t part of the fight to win back winterfell). anything other than remaining warm in the castle halls while there’s still work to be done. he can’t help himself, and eventually voices as much.

“I should be out there.”

“Sansa has it.” you say, not even glancing at him as you begin to fiddle with the buckles of his outer layer.

sansa. he thinks back to the spoiled princess that left winterfell, and now to the politically-savvy ruler that’s been left in her wake. from what he’s seen, she’s become strong, and if you say she has it — she has it. he selfishly relishes in letting someone else take the lead, even if only for a moment.

he feels exhaustion beginning to settle in, taking root deep in his bones. the prospect of you, a bed, and warm furs currently entice him more than any offer of gold or jewelry, but he knows it’ll be long before he can get what he desires. he decides to compromise, settling for the present until time calls for sleep.

once you get his outer layer off, he begins to strip himself bare. he has no care for you seeing him, you’ve both been as naked as your name day before the other countless times — who is he to hide from you now?

as the dirt, sweat, and blood that were trapped underneath his clothing get released, the reprieve is palpable. his skin appreciates its liberation from the suffocating fabric, beginning to assuage its protest.

eventually, he steps in, sinking into the bath & letting the hot water turn his mind off. his eyes flutter shut at the instant soothe it provides, and he’s thankful to have all his uncomfortable clothing off. his injuries sting at first, making him grimace, but they eventually calm down. he’s vaguely aware of you approaching behind him, moving to sit on the stool handmaidens usually use to assist their lord or lady.

your hands come to fuss with his hair, untying the portion of it that’s held back. the tension that snaps free from his head has his brows knitting, a shaky exhale falling from his lips. your hands run through his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp. the ache of it is delicious, and goosebumps litter his body at the feeling.

you look down at jon, a light smile adorning your face at the sight of his relief. watching the bolton army swarm him had your chest tightening, uncomfortably compromising any hope of air entering your lungs. you watched as ramsay paid his debt for his transgressions, as jon lost himself in his anger, and as sansa snapped him out of it. and truthfully, horribly, you’re just glad he’s alright.

you lean forward, resting a hand on the edge of the tub as your head leans against his own, tipped back. your other hand comes over his shoulder, finding purchase on any skin available to you. you’ve done this dance before — almost losing him, and then having to convince yourself he’s okay again. you can only do that by feeling him through your fingertips, greedily soaking up his touch like vultures during winter.

you both don’t need words. you became fluent in the language of your comfortable silence long ago.

you sit there for a moment, relishing in his presence, his touch, being in winterfell again. you look to the window, thinking of all there is to be done, and sigh. you need to get back out there. you press a kiss to his temple, then retract, moving to stand up. the water lightly sloshes around as jon looks at you.

you lightly caress the back of his neck, looking down at him. “I should return. Offer assistance where it’s needed.”

you move to walk off, but jon catches your hand. “You could join me,” he says. “If you like.”

you look to him, your gaze accidentally flickering to his chest. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you look away. you never did have any resolve when it came to jon.

you squeeze his hand, then turn to start undressing. you didn’t even realize how uncomfortable you were until you started shedding your layers, freeing your irritated skin. your head drops down, and you run your hands through your hair. gods. how long had you been fighting?

you don’t notice how jon’s gaze is trapped on you, mapping the expanse of your body. if he’s ever doubted the existence of the gods, your presence reaffirms that belief. you were hand crafted, created with the intention to embody beauty in human form. if you asked of him absolution, jon would pray — kneeling before you as his altar.

you discard your clothes, moving to step in opposite from him. you’re fairly unharmed, other than the few small bruises that litter your body. the hot water enveloping you is everything and more, and you mutter a “Gods..” as you sink in. jon’s gaze hasn’t left you once.

you sigh. “It’s strange. Being back.”

jon only nods, looking out the window, expression becoming distant as he recounts the experiences had in the safety of these walls. hide and seek games that lasted well into the night. sneaking into the kitchens. archery and sword training. nan’s old ghost stories. your shared first kiss.

the last thought has his lips quirking up in a smile, returning his sight to you only to find you already looking at him. he leans forward, arm outstretching for you.

“Come here.”

he reaches for you, and you oblige — letting him turn you around & pull you to his chest. the water sloshes as you both move, getting more comfortable than you’ve been in weeks.

his touch has always been grounding, anchoring you in a way you weren’t made to understand. right now, it’s just you and jon in your own world. no sickness, no death, no cruelty. only serenity, and you think you could stay in this moment forever. still, you know you can’t, and that the aftermath of battle awaits just outside the old wooden door.

but, for now, you both lay against the other — gaze trapped on rickons’ sill as the banner of the wolf flies once more.

[mercuriians]

I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious

(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to <3)

Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333

a fantasy world

content info — gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.

word count — 1.9k words.

author’s note — holy HELL this is so late 😭 anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3

MIYA ATSUMU

your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldn’t know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.

as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story you’re currently reading—of course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term ‘sweet’ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.

now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.

if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didn’t consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn in—yourself included.

but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriend’s devotion to the game often meant that you two didn’t get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasn’t practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, or—this happens only under the direst of circumstances—recovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you weren’t doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.

regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didn’t matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.

maybe that’s why you’re so zeroed in on the fanfiction you’re reading—to try and make up for what you’ve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.

god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly opening—

“hey baby, did ya miss me?”

your soul leaves your body.

before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his face—slight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"

finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."

maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captain—kita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.

"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.

your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.

a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.

a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.

"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you even—"

"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.

as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.

however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"

you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."

you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.

"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"

"what is it?" you whisper.

"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."

OIKAWA TOORU

"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loud—can you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.

the fact that the male lead—the infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshi—also happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.

you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.

"marrying who?"

you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early for—"

"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."

you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"

"you are him," you deadpan.

"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."

you blink—once, twice. "wait, what?"

"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really was—the characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.

"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.

and it was all because of you.

man, the guilt was unbearable.

"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"

"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."

his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"

bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.

you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."

you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"

you open your eyes. "anything."

he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"

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heyaaa!!! if u still do requests, i have a request for minho! if u also havent done this one, but what if u do their song "i like it" about minho ??

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── .✦ 'i love that i like you, but i don't wanna love'

minho x reader

wc: 4.1k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, situationship, fwb, angsty, one-sided pining, minho is an asshole, "i can fix him" reader, awkward, reader is so delusional at the start it's funny, hurt comfort, late confessions, fluffy at end, i heal ur wounds dw, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg anon ur trying to break my heart, as a hopeless romantic this might be my first ever sort of angsty piece. but either way i love "i like it" its literally been on repeat its probs one of my favorites from the album. i loved writing this so much you have no idea, THANK YOU for suggesting!

reminder to not be too delulu, these are just fictional stories that i write to show off my creative writing!! also i have a taglist if you're interested!!!!!

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The city lights glimmered through the window, casting a soft glow across Minho's apartment. The hum of the city outside was a constant reminder of the world continuing on, regardless of the turmoil within. You lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, Minho's arm draped lazily over your waist. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a mix of comfort and longing that you had come to know too well.

"Hey," Minho's voice broke through your thoughts. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with those piercing eyes that always seemed to see right through you. "You okay?"

You forced a smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah, just thinking."

He sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

That was the problem. Talking meant opening up, and opening up meant risking the fragile balance you had. Friends with benefits, a situationship, whatever it was, it worked because there were no labels, no expectations. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

"Minho," you started, hesitating. The words felt heavy on your tongue, a mix of hope and fear. "What are we doing?"

His expression softened, but there was a flicker of something—uncertainty, maybe?—in his eyes. "We're having fun, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but..." You sat up, pulling the sheets around you like a shield. "Is that all this is? Just fun?"

He ran a hand through his hair, a habit you had come to recognize as his way of stalling for time. "I like what we have, you know that. I just... I,"

You swallowed hard, the words stinging more than you wanted to admit. "And what if I want more?"

Minho's gaze dropped, his silence louder than any answer he could give. 'I like you'—if only it were that easy.

"I can't do this forever, Minho," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I need to know if there's a future here, or if I'm just fooling myself."

He looked back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and confusion. "I'm not ready for anything more right now."

The words hung in the air, a painful confirmation of your deepest fears. You nodded slowly, the ache in your chest spreading. "I understand."

As you got dressed and prepared to leave, Minho reached out, his hand catching yours. "Wait, don't go like this."

You paused, looking at him one last time. "I need to go think."

With that, you slipped out of his grasp, each step away from him feeling heavier than the last. The door closed behind you, the finality of it echoing in the empty hallway.

That night, you cried until your eyes were raw and your head ached until there were no tears left and all that was left was an empty feeling in your chest.

"What are you doing here?"

You saw your best friend standing in your doorway, her brow furrowed with worry. "I needed to see you, you didn't pick up any calls."

You felt the tears starting to form again as she pulled you into her arms. "I'm an idiot," you managed to say in between sobs.

She gently patted your back. "You're not an idiot, he's the idiot."

"He's not an idiot," you said softly.

She held you at arm's length, looking into your eyes. "Then tell me what happened. What has your eyes all puffy at 9 in the morning?"

"He wants to be just friends, that's all." you sighed.

"What?" her brows furrowed. "I thought you liked each other? What's stopping him?"

"I asked what he wants to be, and he said 'he's not ready for anything'."

She groaned, "he doesn't deserve you"

You let out a deep breath. "He doesn't, does he? But, I like him."

"Why are you putting yourself through this?" She said with worry in her eyes as she traced circles on your back.

"I wanted to fight for him, but every time I end up in his bed, I hurt myself more."

"Fight for him?"

You nodded slowly, your resolve hardening as you said the words aloud. "I'm going to fight for him."

She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "And how are you going to do that?"

You hesitated, realizing that you hadn't thought that far ahead. "I guess I'll... call him? No, no that would be awkward... maybe I'll just stop by his apartment and—"

She raised an eyebrow, looking at you pointedly. "And what, you're gonna sleep with him again? What would that do?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Okay, no. Maybe I'll take him out to coffee? No, that's too casual. Maybe dinner?"

"Dinner would be good."

"Dinner would be good," you agreed, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice.

Your best friend put her arm around your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze. "You shouldn't be doing this, but I support you."

"Thank you."

She shook her head, laughing softly. "If it doesn't work, we're gonna eat so much comfort food tonight."

That afternoon, you paced around your apartment, phone in hand as you tried to muster up the courage to call Minho. Your best friend's words echoed in your mind, reminding you of the risk you were taking. With a deep breath, you hit the call button.

As the phone rang, you felt your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing clammy. After what felt like an eternity, the familiar sound of Minho's voice filled your ear.

"Hey, it's me." You paused, gathering your thoughts. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I was upset and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You could hear the hesitance in his voice as he replied, "No, it's alright. I'm sorry, too."

"Can I take you out for dinner? I think we need to talk about things." You held your breath, waiting for his response.

"Yeah... I think that'd be okay," he said after a moment, "When?"

"I'm free tonight," you offered, trying to hide the hopeful note in your voice.

There was a long silence before Minho spoke again, "Okay, I'll see you at 6."

You hung up, the finality of the words hitting you. Was this your last chance?

The minutes passed by slowly, your anticipation building with each passing minute. Finally, 6 o'clock came around, and you made your way to the restaurant. You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves as you pushed open the doors.

You spotted Minho seated at a table, and made your way over to him. He stood as you approached, smiling.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hey." You swallowed, trying to find your words. "I, I've missed you."

Minho looked away, a mix of emotions on his face. "It's been a day."

You laughed, trying to ease the tension. "Oh, right."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Minho finally spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.

"I think I missed you too."

You looked at him, the realization dawning on you. He had missed you too. It was something, he at least thought about you during day. "Minho—"

He looked up, meeting your gaze. "What is it?"

"I just..." You took a deep breath. "I don't want to lose what we have. But if that means being friends, then that's what we'll do. Because I can't stand losing you completely."

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes filled with surprise. Then he nodded slowly. "I don't want to lose what we have as well."

Your chest ached, but you smiled anyway, grateful for the small victory. You would be fine with it. You could be fine with it if that's all you could ever get.

"But," you started, an idea coming to your mind, "if I get a boyfriend, we'll stop whatever this is."

Minho blinked, the words sinking in. He took a moment, contemplating. Then he nodded slowly.

"Okay," he said. "Okay."

His expression was unreadable, was he upset? Or was he fine with the idea of never speaking to you again?

Your heart sank at the thought, did he really feel nothing at all for you?

You forced yourself to smile, trying to hide the ache in your chest. "Thank you," you said softly.

Minho smiled, but you could tell it was forced. You excused yourself and went to the washroom to splash cold water on your face, trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill.

You had to leave, you had to get out of here. You made your way outside, the cool night air helping to calm you.

You leaned against the wall, taking a shaky breath as you tried to hold back the tears. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

You forced yourself to come to reality with all of this, you ran home without thinking twice. You had to end all of this now and leave before you ended up in his bed again.

You slammed your front door shut, locking the deadbolt and falling on the ground crying. The tears wouldn't stop flowing, it felt like a river of emotion that was overwhelming you. You were so scared of losing him, of not having him in your life. You sat on the ground for what felt like an eternity, trying to make sense of your emotions.

Getting rid of him now was the only way, the only way you'd survive without being broken-hearted. You dragged yourself to bed and cried yourself to sleep, clutching the pillow and blankets like they were your lifeline.

A week had already passed. You did your best to stay busy, trying to distract yourself from thinking about Minho. You had blocked his number, so you had no idea if he had tried to reach out to you at all.

Your best friend had been beside you to keep you from losing your mind completely or unblocking his number.

The two of you decided to watch movies all weekend long to take your minds off the situation, which helped for a while, but now that it was Monday and you were back at work, you felt like a walking zombie.

Your thoughts drifted to Minho throughout the day, wondering what he was doing, if he had moved on yet, or if he still thought of you at all.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, trying to focus on your work. But it was no use. He was constantly in your mind, even though you knew there was no point in thinking of him.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind wander back to when things were still good between the two of you, the feeling of his tender hands on your body and his soft lips against yours. You remembered his words, 'I like what we have.' Did he mean it? Did he still think that after everything that happened? Or were they just words?

You opened your eyes, tears forming again as you stared out the window, lost in thought.

The clock seemed to move agonizingly slowly, but eventually, your workday came to an end, and you gathered your things to head home. You took a deep breath before heading out the door, bracing yourself for another long, lonely night.

You walked slowly through the dark streets, lost in your thoughts. You came across a familiar intersection, and you hesitated, memories of Minho flooding your mind.

The two of you used to take this route back to your apartment when he would walk you home from work. You stood in the middle of the empty intersection, staring at the stoplight, debating on whether to continue home or take the long way to your apartment, the way the two of you used to take.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. It was silly, getting hung up on someone that didn't even care.

You crossed the street, heading in the direction of your apartment. You glanced down the familiar route, memories of the two of you talking about the stupidest things.

You closed your eyes and sighed, a pang of longing hitting you. You missed him so much, more than you had ever expected.

You kept your eyes closed, your mind replaying memories of Minho as you walked home. It hurt to think about, but it also hurt not to think about him.

The two of you were inseparable, even when you fell in love with him, he enabled your feelings, kissing you, touching you, and sharing nights with you.

He was so easy to love. And he was so easy to lose.

You opened your eyes as you reached your apartment, the familiar surroundings providing you with a sense of comfort.

You trudged up the stairs, feeling more drained than you had all week. You reached your apartment, the familiar walls surrounding you like a warm embrace.

You threw your keys onto the table, slumping down in a chair and closing your eyes.

You breathed in the comforting scent of home, the ache in your chest still lingering, but you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You were home.

You sat for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being at home after a long day at work. The quiet was comforting, a contrast to the busy, loud environment you'd spent your day in. You sat with your eyes closed for a few minutes, allowing your thoughts to settle.

You heard a faint knock on your front door. Your heart stopped, and you shot up out of your chair, hesitantly walking to the door.

You paused, taking a deep breath before opening it, knowing you couldn't keep it locked forever.

"Minho." The word slipped out before you could stop it, your voice a mix of surprise and pain.

Minho's face was somber, his expression unreadable as he spoke.

"I think I love you."

His voice was soft, the words tinged with sadness. You looked into his eyes, seeing the pain there.

You took a deep breath, your heart aching. You opened your mouth to reply, but he continued, the words pouring out of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it would feel so painful to not see you, or hear your voice, or touch you. I just couldn't stop thinking about you, about how you made me feel."

You couldn't hold back the tears any longer as his words filled your ears, your chest aching more than it had in a long time.

You bit your lip, trying to stay calm. Is this real, or are you dreaming? Did he come back to fuck with your feelings?

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of pain and happiness flooding you as you looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was sincere.

His face was pained, his expression vulnerable as he stood in your doorway. You hesitated, trying to find the words to say.

He stepped closer to you, closing the space between you, the proximity causing your heart to skip a beat.

"I liked what we had, that part is true. But I never realized how I felt until you disappeared from my life."

You tried to breathe evenly as he reached out to take your hands, his touch gentle as he spoke again.

"I know I've been selfish this entire time, but I miss you. I miss everything about you."

His words pierced through your heart, leaving you speechless. You were frozen in place, trying to comprehend his words.

Minho closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "I missed you."

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, his hands holding yours tightly as he stared into your eyes, his gaze softening as you finally managed to reply.

"I missed you, too."

Without hesitation, you grabbed his face and pulled him in, crashing your lips together as his hands pulled you close to him, holding you as if you would disappear any second.

Your hands moved from his face to the nape of his neck as the kiss grew deeper, his lips parting as the two of you explored each other's mouths.

Minho's hands roamed your body as yours did his, a familiar warmth spreading through your body as you gave yourself to him once again.

You broke apart for air, panting as you tried to catch your breath. The two of you stood there in your doorway for a moment, catching your breaths and staring at each other, neither one wanting to let go.

You were still unsure of where your relationship stood, but as Minho's hand reached for your waist once more and pulled you close, his lips capturing yours again, all your worries seemed to disappear.

He guided you into your apartment, shutting the door behind him and backing you against the wall. Your hands found the back of his head once again as you melted into his touch, his kisses filled with longing.

His hand wandered up your back and into your hair as his other hand rested on your hip, a soft groan escaping his lips as the kiss grew deeper. You wrapped your leg around his, your body pressing against him as you held him close, trying to convey the emotions you couldn't put into words.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the kiss, looking into his eyes as you both panted softly. Your chest was pounding as you looked up at him, trying to read his expression.

He smiled softly at you, his face flushed from the intensity of the kiss. His eyes met yours and held your gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he took in your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.

He reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

You felt a familiar warmth spreading through your chest at his touch, a small smile forming on your lips as you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned into him, your chest pressing against his as you hugged him tightly, your cheek resting against his.

He hugged you back, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled your nose against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness, the silence broken only by the soft sound of his heart beating.

The two of you stood in each other's arms for what felt like an eternity, but could have been minutes or hours. Time didn't exist anymore as the two of you held onto each other, neither one wanting to let go.

Finally, you reluctantly pulled away, looking into his eyes as you spoke. "We should probably talk properly."

His eyes searched yours, his expression serious as he nodded, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Okay," he said softly.

You nodded, stepping away from him and moving to the living room, the distance between the two of you growing again. You sat down on the couch, your hands resting in your lap as you stared down at them.

Minho sat down next to you, his body tense as he watched you.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you gathered your thoughts. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words seemed to get caught in your throat, your voice coming out barely louder than a whisper. "I've loved you ever since we started sleeping together."

Minho's eyes widened slightly as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape as your words registered with him. You felt a familiar pang of sadness in your chest as you remembered that time.

He looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you say anything?"

You bit your lip, struggling to find the right words. "I thought you knew. I would always bring up going further with you, but you dismissed me."

You looked down, fidgeting with your hands as you tried to hold back tears. "I just thought things would change if we put labels on things."

The silence in the air grew deafening as you looked up, your heart pounding as you saw tears forming in Minho's eyes. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch light and reassuring.

"But I want those labels now, all of them," he whispered. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way."

The tears that had been threatening to fall finally began to trickle down your cheeks as you looked up at him. "Minho, I thought you felt nothing for me."

He reached out and gently brushed the tears away from your face, his eyes filled with concern as he stared into your eyes.

Minho took a deep breath before continuing. "I know I've hurt you, but I never want to see you cry again."

Your chest ached as you tried to process his words. It was as if everything you had gone through since the 'break-up' was suddenly erased, as if none of it had mattered. You stared into his eyes, trying to figure out what to say.

Minho's lips curved up into a small smile as he cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes.

You reached up and wrapped your hands around his, holding onto them tightly as you felt a familiar warmth spreading through your chest at his touch.

"I want to try and start again, as your boyfriend," he said softly, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You felt your heart racing as the words left his mouth, your chest tightening as he looked into your eyes, searching for your reaction.

You took a deep breath, your eyes closing for a second as you tried to steady yourself, the words that left his mouth feeling almost unreal. "Minho," you breathed. "Is this real? Are you serious?"

A smile broke out onto his face as he nodded. "If you'll let me, yes."

Without saying a word, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him into a kiss as your heart raced, the tears on your face now dried.

Minho kissed you back with equal intensity, his hands cupping your face as your hands tangled themselves into his hair. The kiss was soft and filled with longing as the two of you lost yourselves in the moment.

As your lips parted, you felt Minho's forehead pressed against yours as his hands traced down to the small of your back, holding you close. You closed your eyes and smiled, relishing the feeling of being in his arms once again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you, the two of you taking in the feeling of each other. It had only been a week, but it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"I'm your girlfriend now?" you asked hesitantly, still not sure if this was all real.

Minho laughed softly as he nodded. "You're my girlfriend," he confirmed, his voice filled with affection.

You laughed and leaned back, taking in his expression and memorizing the look in his eyes, feeling a warmth in your heart you hadn't felt for a while.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with ease as you shrieked in surprise. He carried you to the bed and gently placed you down on the mattress as if you were made of glass, the mattress shifting from the weight of his body as he moved to lie beside you.

"What do we do now?" you asked softly as his hands cupped your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips as he leaned in for a tender kiss.

When he broke away, you found yourself expecting more, but he simply smiled at you as he laid back down and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you.

"This is all I want to do," he whispered, nuzzling your neck and kissing it lightly. "I want to fall asleep holding you and wake up beside you in the morning."

His words were tender as they reached your ears, making your heart melt.

"Okay," you breathed, pressing a kiss on his cheek and turning around so your back was facing his chest. You snuggled closer to him as he pulled you close, his hands resting on your abdomen and holding you tightly as he buried his face into your neck, kissing it.

You breathed in deeply, his scent surrounding you as your heart swelled with affection.

"Good night, I love you."

His voice was soft, but you could feel the emotion behind the words. You let out a soft sigh as your eyelids fluttered shut, the feeling of Minho holding you lulling you to sleep.

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[its-avalon-08]

why did you leave me (cl16)

part10! last part

multipart story! prev

✦ pairing - charles leclerc x female reader

summary : charles and y/n have always been best friends. but y/n has been in love with him forever. when charles starts dating a new girl, out of respect y/n distances herself. but how much is too much?

p.s. read the note at the end!

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charlesleclerc finally got the girl. i love you mon amor, i can't imagine my life without you and i hope you give me the honor to be by your side for the rest of the time we have. since we were kids playing on slides and jokingly getting married in the playground, i knew that you were my ride or die. my love, my lifeline, y/n i will do everything in my power to be worthy of your love everyday and i promise to never hurt you and be a better person for you. i love you cherie, here is to forever. <3

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@y/nn : sobbing like a baby ---> @charlesleclerc : awwww cherie, i adore you

@landonorris : fucking finally, so glad you both opened your eyes ---> liked by author ❤️

@maxverstappen1: congrats, you two! about time too😂❤️ just a cute little inchident

@pierregasly: wishing you both all the happiness in the world! now double dates with kika and me🍾❤️

@carlossainz55: the perfect couple! cheers to love! now y/n can thirdwheel c2🥂❤️

@lewishamilton: beautiful! sending love and happiness your way. 🌟

@georgerussell63: so so so happy for you guys! ❤️

@maxielfanclub: if you look closely you can see drowning, jk im so happy 4 u both

@landonorrizzzz: cutest ever, i love how everyone is so supportive

@danielricciardo: love this! Cheers to the best couple! 🍻

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@kymillman: Stunning photo dump, Charles! Congratulations to you both! 📸❤️

@f1fanatic: This makes my heart so happy! Congratulations, Charles and Y/N! ❤️

@racingqueen: Such a beautiful couple! Wishing you endless love and joy.

@speedsterlover: Finally! The best love story ever. Congrats, you two!

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@charlosismylifeline: this is what WE have been waiting for FOR so long, this so cute what

@its-avalon-08: happy ending after all! love you guys!

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omg you guys this has been such a roller-coaster of emotions finishing this series, your support has been insane and i really do appreciate it. as i finish this story, i want to thank one person who really motivated me to post more chapters for this story and that is @s-awturn ! thank you for interacting with the blog posts and sharing your thoughts! anyway this is the official end to the series! i hope you enjoyed!

[sweetteainthesummerx]

THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (blurb 2)

the wedding bells ring!!

series masterlist

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dior.n.goodjohn posted

dior.n.goodjohn still in shock that the baddest baddie is off the market 😫 congrats to my best friend, partner in crime and the most talented woman on earth

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aubreyyang I LOVE YOU I cant wait to have u as my maid of honour

oliviarodrigo stop the last photo turned out so good!!

olliebearman who's that baddie in the first slide wow

-- dior.n.goodjohn ur so luck that she walks you like a dog

-- user1 BYEEE she clocked him w that one

aubreybearmanxx THE CONTENT WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE

user2 her having the girls but also Ollies little sister in her bridal party is everythingg

dinobeganovic_ posted

dinobeganovic_ letting the man have one more wild night (we knocked Oscar into the ocean) before being tied down forever (we confiscated his phone because he kept trying to text Aubrey)

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aubreyyang my mans devoted what can I say 😘

-- olliebearman love you babe

-- landonorris can't believe their letting kids get married

-- olliebearman ur like 5 years older than me

-- landonorris I said what I said

-- aubreyfanpage22 they went public and now they have no shame 😨

oscarpiastri anything for my brothers big night

-- user3 girl the f1 friend group is another level

user4 OH THEYRE ALL SO FINEEE

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lilymhe big day for my best girl

Aubrey, the first time I met you, you were 17 and out of your first relationship. It pained me to see someone who held so much love in their heart to be hurt. Now, 6 year later you've found the man of your dreams who treats you like a queen. I'm the proudest big sister 🤍

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user4 im crying sm they're perfect for each other the haters can shut up

morganfreeman my little girl is all grown

-- aubreyyang MORGAN THANK YOU FOR COMING

aubreyyang lily ilysm words cant describe how grateful I am for your wisdom and company its helped my relationship so much

alexalbon our daughters so old

-- user5 this is so wholesome

--pastryboii33 ever since Oscar made that joke the grid has become an interconnected weave of familial ties

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aubreyyang & olliebearman mr. and mrs. bearman

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user6 OH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL

aubreyyangfan1 the real ones know the soft launching days

user7 aren't they kinda young

-- olliebearmancontectts they're 24 and 26 so no not really

lewishamilton congrats!

terribearman welcome to the family!

-- aubreyyang ty mama bearman xx

user8 just watched their wedding video AND I SOBBED

aubreyyang posted

aubreyyang got married to the loml, anyways how was your weekend?

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user9 ABSOLUTE ICON

f1tracks00 the sheer amount of fame at this wedding

-- user10 who was there

-- f1tracks the whole grid, aubreys current and past costars (Morgan freeman, Michelle Yeoh, dallas liu, Mckenna grace, the whole Percy jackson cast) and like hella celebrities

charles_leclerc shoutout to LEC for catering the dessert

-- alexandrasaintmleux babe not the smalls promotion rn

alexandrasaintmelux the most beautiful bride

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olliebearman my beautiful bride

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scuderiaferrari congrats to the prince and princess of Ferrari!

-- user11 wow she is so ethereal

-- olliebearman ikr

-- user11 BYE WHAT R U DOING HERE

aubreyyang my handsome groom

ollieyangg92 the way ollie was crying when she was walking down the aisle

-- user12 AND THEIR VOWS LOVE REALLY EXISTS

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[jgracie]

omg, congrats on 600 followers!!! that’s so amazing 🫶 you deserve it fr

could i possibly get a secretly admiring for ur event? jason grace x daughter of apollo practicing archery? thanks!!!

much love, ☀️

💬 HI SUNSHINE!!! THANK U SO MUCH MY LOVEEEE ILY

SECRETLY ADMIRING — SPARKSHINE + ARCHERY PRACTICE ˚⟡˖ ࣪ in which jason is completely and utterly captivated by his skilled archer of a girlfriend

after reaching a particularly frustrating part of the book you'd recommended, jason decided to take a break from reading and look for you so he could discuss his thoughts so far

he started off at your cabin, cabin seven, where he had no luck. however, jason wasn't surprised since you and your siblings tended to participate in lots of different activities all over camp throughout the day. next, he tried the infirmary, where he was pretty sure you had a shift to work. before he could even attempt to scan the room for you, will solace told him he'd given you the day off since there wasn't much work to do

with the two most likely places to find you now ruled out, jason began looking anywhere he passed by: you weren't at the kids' arts and crafts, you weren't at the strawberry fields with the demeter and the dionysus kids and you weren't at the beach, where some were cooling off due to a particularly bad heat wave

feeling defeated, jason sat down by a tree and decided to read more of his book. just as he was about to continue, he remembered a place he hadn't checked - the training grounds. usually, it'd be brimming with campers, but after many fainted whilst training due to how hot the weather was, chiron and mr d decided to temporarily close it

of course you wouldn't listen to that. you loved using your bow so much that some people would joke it was your third arm

neatly putting his bookmark back into the book, jason smiled as he ran to the training grounds. sure enough, in the archery station, you were there

even if he hadn't ran, jason still would've been breathless

all around you, dummies and targets had arrows perfectly placed where you knew it'd hurt them the most. you stood in the centre, looking incredibly regal despite the sweat that ran down your body and the mess that was your hair. then again, you could wear a garbage bag and jason would still think you're the most beautiful person to ever grace this planet

your eyes were sharp as they focused on a dummy you hadn't touched yet, and jason admired the gleam of determination in them as you pulled an arrow out of your quiver and shot your shot. it landed right in the poor dummy's heart - bullseye

that was when you noticed jason, and he felt his face turn bright red at the fact that he'd been caught. book tucked underneath his arm, jason made his way over

"hey, jase," you said, a bright smile making its way onto your face at the sight of your boyfriend. you hadn't seen him all day and really missed him, "how're you, how's the book?" you added the second question once you'd noticed he had the book with him

"i'm good, book's actually pretty annoying at the moment, but that doesn't matter. you were amazing just now, sunshine, with the bow? best archer at camp, for sure," he raved, showering you in compliments which caused your heart to fill with warmth

beginning to collect your arrows from the targets and dummies, you said, "aw, thanks sparky! you're the best," then, turning to face him, asked, "d'you want me to teach you?"

"sure, but maybe not today. you weren't even supposed to be here," ever the rule follower, it was only natural for jason to turn down your offer. however, you weren't taking no for an answer

"scared of a little challenge, sparky?"

while jason was a rule follower, he was also very competitive

"sunshine, give me the bow and arrow."

[ichatake]

Do obito x ninja reader where she has to go on a S rank mission for the first time but he doesn't agree with it, so he tries manipulating her into declining the mission (idk if u accept manipulation in your writing? But if u don't u can just make him try to convince her into not going) but reader doesn't fall for it and still goes to the mission, so he has no choice but to follow her, he knows it's wrong, but quickly discard the thought as he tells himself it's "the only way to make sure she's safe" that's pretty much it you can imagine the rest 😗

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Request are open! Request rules here!

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x reader

Summary: Your loving boyfriend takes matters into his own hands once you receive a dangerous ‘S Rank’ mission all for the sake of protecting you.

Warning: manipulative behavior, Obito is a little toxic here

A/N: thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoy and I did justice to your amazing idea!

Obito was a man that loved to protect those he loved, and he was known for his protective and loving nature. With that being said, his blood froze in his veins when he looked at the scroll you had tucked under your pillow, hidden from his view. Now, he would be stupid if he believed you just casually placed it there with no intention of hiding it. Of course he knew you were intentionally tucking the scroll away from his grasp, the reason? Well, when he opened the scroll and read its content, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. The first thing to catch his eyes were the words ‘S RANK’ written neatly in black ink. The second thing to catch his attention was the mission contents itself. Hidden sound village? Capture? Rogue ninja? Solo? All these words in one sentence meant horror, and to Obito, this was a death wish. To his wonderful luck, you had just entered the room mentioning something that he didn’t quite catch due to his attention fully focused on the scroll he held in his hands. Now, he hoped you weren’t keeping this a secret from him, even though he knew all too well you were.

“Oh,” you managed to choke out, realizing you had been caught once your eyes fell onto your mission scroll he held so tightly in his arms. You didn’t think he’d find it, but then again, its hiding place wasn’t the best. “Um, that’s just my new mission, the one I mentioned to you a few days ago?” you chuckle nervously, cheeks slightly flushed as you tried to think of a good excuse as to why you were hiding it in the first place.

“Yeah, the ‘A rank mission’ you told me about. You know, the very easy mission that you would be completing alongside other jonin,” his words poured out with sarcasm, making sure to emphasize the word ‘easy’. That’s when you knew this would go exactly where you thought it would. The conversation you dreaded to come had finally arrived, all because you didn’t know how to hide a stupid scroll. You didn’t know where else to put it! He had arrived at your house so unexpectedly that you hid it the first place you could think of. “Obito,” you managed to mumble before he spoke over you.

“Why would you lie to me about this?” His voice sounded genuinely hurt, causing a wave of guilt to pile up in the bottom of your stomach while your lips tried to form a cohesive answer. After a few seconds of contemplation, only a defeated sigh could escape your throat as you gave up on trying to find a suitable excuse. It was better to be truthful than lie to him, that would hurt him more, and you would never do anything to purposely hurt him. “I’m sorry, I thought—maybe if I didn’t tell you about this, you wouldn’t worry,” your brows furrowed as you spoke, but you felt like that wasn’t enough for him. His expression twisted and contorted, trying to find the right emotion. “Well of course I’ll worry. You’ve never been out on an ‘S rank’ mission, and for you to go out all by yourself? It’s dangerous,” his brows pinched just like yours, his hands looking at the damned scroll that wanted you to risk your life.

“I can handle myself, Obito,” your tone switched up immediately, taking his worry in the wrong manner. “You go on ‘S rank’ missions all the time,”

“Because I’ve been a Jonin for quite some time now! And my first ‘S rank’ mission wasn’t by myself, mind you,” he shakes his head in frustration, annoyance starting to boil up in his veins at your stubbornness. Couldn’t you understand he was trying to protect you of all things? “I’m not you, Obito. I wasn’t blessed enough to be on the same team as Kakashi. Of course you’d go on ‘S rank’ missions! You had Minato as your sensei, Kakashi who was already a Jonin, and Rin who was already a great medical nin at sixteen!” Your voice came out raspy, and you didn’t mean to yell. However, he was getting on your nerves rather quickly, considering how he knew you hated when he compared you to other people. You didn’t have to be like other people, and you wished that instead of getting mad or overly worried about your mission, he’d act proud of you! That’s all you were asking for!

“Exactly, I had teammates who would watch my back. You, on the other hand, are going alone. What do you think will happen if you get caught by those rogue ninjas, huh?” He scoffs and throws the scroll to the other side of the room with full force. The loud bang of it hitting the wall surprised you for only a moment, before you were back glaring at your boyfriend. “You think they’ll let you live? You think they’ll let you go, just like that?” His eyes locked with yours and made it almost impossible for you to pull away from his sharp gaze, “What do you think they do to pretty women like you? They take advantage of you in all the ways you can think of, you can’t go alone,”

You weren’t sure if he was trying to inflict fear onto you, but it was slightly working like a charm, because soon you found yourself thinking of all the horrible scenarios that could possibly play out throughout your mission. You dreaded the thought of men taking advantage of you because you had no backup more than what you feared death. But even still, you managed to shake your head and snap out of your thoughts, clearing your head from anything that might divert your attention to what’s really important. That was, your mission. “Like I said, I’m strong, and I know how to handle myself. Obito, you’ve got to understand that no matter what you tell me, I’m going on that mission,” you let another sigh escape past your lips, a hand coming up to rub your temple gently, “I understand you’re worried, but I’m not going to stand here and listen as you try to scare me. You know what the risk of being a shinobi is, and you knew that I went out in the fields when we started dating. The least I want from you is your support,”

You hoped that your words would at least knock some sense into him, but you figured they had the opposite effect when you saw how his lip twitched upwards, a sign that he was once again annoyed with what you were saying, “You’re not understanding,” he raises his arms in frustration as he spoke, “I don’t mind you going out on missions, but this? It’s too risky to go out there on your own! Don’t you see I’m worried about you?” you understood his frustration, but right now, you were too focused on trying to convince him that everything would go okay, “I know what you mean, and I hear you, but it won’t make a difference. I’m sorry Obito, but I’m still going whether you like it or not,” your voice carried authority as you walked towards the other side of the room, grabbing your scroll tightly, “I’m sorry you don’t want me to go, and I assure you I’ll be alright. You have to believe in me. I’m not weak,”

If he was being honest, he felt like he was talking to a wall, and clearly, scaring you wouldn't work. He needed to find a new solution to this problem. He needed to find a solution to your stubbornness. “What if you don’t come back?” he suddenly asks, making you turn to look at him with a confused expression, “What are you—,”

“What if something happens to you and you don’t come back. What about your family? What about me?” he places a hand on his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt in feigned desperation, “I can’t live without you, (Y/N). I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you,”

His tone of voice that laced with desperation tugged at your heart strings. He knew exactly what to say and where to pull, and he almost got away with it too. However, you give him a reassuring smile and approach him, taking his hands in yours while finding the right words, “I’ll be alright. I’ll come back in one piece, and you’ll have me in your arms. You don’t have to worry about anything,” you reassure him with a gentle voice, unaware that he was trying to manipulate you with guilt. This made him realize that there was no way you would change your mind now, which also made him realize he would need to do something else. Maybe you thought he thought of you as strong, and he was simply overthinking things, but it was the complete opposite. Obito thought you were weak, because if you’re weaker than him, then that means you needed him to protect you. It was true, you weren’t at his level, let alone Kakashi’s, but you knew you were strong enough to protect yourself. Even so, Obito refused to acknowledge your strength. You could never be strong, not without him. Even thinking of it now, he didn't feel guilty for thinking this way. Why feel guilty when he’s telling himself the truth, right? He had no choice but to let go of the situation, telling you to be safe and to never lie to him again, not that you would.

You thought that this was the end of it—that Obito understood and respected your decision and you would get to leave for your mission stress free, and maybe you were half right. Obito stood at the gate, holding you in his arms one last time before you left for your mission, a small smile tainting his lips. “Be safe, okay?” He pushes a strand of hair out of your face before gently sighing, “I love you,”

His words made your stomach fill up with butterflies, leaving you with a big dorky grin on your face, “I love you too,” And with a final hug, you made your way out of the gates of Konoha, ready to begin your journey. Alone…

This was wrong. This was unacceptable. You left the village alone, sure that you would complete your mission with no problem, because you were strong. Everything you did, you did right, so there was no need for company. You were supposed to be alone. You were supposed to fight alone, yet the masked figure that followed you mercilessly throughout the entirety of your mission would think otherwise.

‘It’s to protect her,’ Obito mumbled under his breath as he kept his eyes glued to your figure, unashamed to have followed you because, why would he? He was a perfect boyfriend. This was for your safety, because you needed him to fight for you—to intervene at any moment where you found yourself hurled in trouble. You needed him, and God forbid you didn’t. His purpose was to be at your beck and call at any moment you desired, but if you didn’t call out to him, then what was his purpose? Nothing.

His heart always acted first, because his mind—his critical thinking skills would lack when it came to you. He made stupid decisions every single day of his life, but he would rather take them than regret never doing anything at all, and he hated regret.

His mind flooded with different thoughts—all of them fighting to take control of his body, because he needed some sense knocked into him.

‘She’ll lose her respect for you if she ever finds out,’

‘She won’t if she never finds out,’

‘You’re her boyfriend, you’re supposed to trust her,’

‘No, you’re supposed to protect her,’

His thoughts echoed loudly inside his head, making him almost dizzy—but he regained himself, remembering you were still moving with that determination he oh-so-despised. The determination that would drive you to take bad decisions, just like he was doing now.

‘It’s not too late to turn back,’ he stops on his tracks, considering the possibility of retreating back to the village and letting you handle your own weight. Then again, there was still an ounce of stubbornness that bubbled inside him once his mind conjured the gruesome image he’d dread to ever experience in his reality. Your death. If he were to leave you, he wouldn’t be guaranteed that you’d come back. The chances of someone telling him you horrifically passed away during your mission tortured his mind anytime he thought of your job as a shinobi. He himself could die, but he knew you were strong enough to live without him—but him? Live without you? You’re insane.

With a firm and resolute grunt, he gathered all his thoughts and made a steadfast decision. This decision was made with his heart. As his mind weighed the potential consequences of his next actions, he knew that many might disapprove, and his future with you could be jeopardized if he proceeded. Even so, not a shred of hesitation or doubt touched his heart; he was determined to follow through, regardless of the repercussions that lay ahead. With his sharingan ready, he took off towards your direction once more.

You were fine. You were nervous, but you were fine. Apart from the twist in your stomach that hit you once in a while, you were excited you were finally completing a mission of such high rank. This meant the Hokage saw potential in you—he knew you were strong! Yet your excitement would be cut short once Kunais came crashing down at you at full force. The surprise of the attack had shaken you up a little, but before any of the blades made contact with your flesh, you swiftly jumped out of the way. No way there was someone attacking you here, had they known you were coming?

Whatever it was, you kept your thoughts in control as you looked around and scanned the area. The woods made the attack a little more eerie than it should be.. no, there was something wrong. There was something definitely wrong.

Your eyes darted wildly around the forest, searching for any sign of your attacker among the endless trees. Typically, you would remain composed and level-headed in such situations, but now your body was frozen in place. Your skin felt cold and your pulse quickened, a sensation you rarely experienced—fear. Yet you couldn't understand it; fear was an alien concept to you, one that you had never allowed yourself to feel. Your body was now stuck in place while you questioned yourself why you were so afraid. It was wrong.

“Afraid, I see,” a deep, eerie voice echoed through the woods—and it was everywhere. It was both behind you and in front of you, to your left and your right, around you and on top of you, yet nowhere at all. It burnt confusion into your cowering mind, and made you tremble where you stood—once again, something that had never happened to you before. You never trembled. Your lips finally decided to part, your throat struggling to squeeze out your words when you felt almost paralyzed. “Who the hell are you,” you didn’t ask, but you demanded to know.

“It doesn’t matter. A weak little woman like you shouldn’t be out here,” he was mocking you, and you knew it, and even though you were stuck in the same place, you felt your veins burn with anger at his words, “I’m not weak woman,” through gritted teeth, you managed to defend yourself, yet nothing changed.

“To me,” the voice was now behind you. Not in front, not to your sides, not all around you, but behind you. Your panic rose through your chest once you heard him, yet you couldn’t turn around. You couldn’t… “You are,”

Your eyes shut tightly, gripped by a mix of fear, anxiety, and unspeakable horror. Your mind raced with the grim possibility of death. You were paralyzed, unable to defend yourself or even cry out. Even more unnervingly, you found yourself unable to separate illusion from reality, as if your perception of the world had become jumbled and disjointed. The lack of control over your own senses added to your mounting terror.

You found yourself enveloped in darkness, but you fought to open your eyes once more. You anticipated seeing the ominous figure, the dense woods, or any remnant of what you had been confronted with before shutting your eyes. Instead, your gaze was met with a stark, white ceiling lit by the filtered sunlight streaming through the window. The brightness made your eyes squint, and as you sat up, a wave of confusion washed over you. Your surroundings appeared to be the Konoha infirmary, leaving you utterly bewildered and disoriented. How had you even gotten there?

You wrestled to make sense of your predicament, still bewildered and disoriented, when the sound of a door sliding open drew your attention. Your vision focused to reveal Rin, her expression visibly relieved upon seeing you. A warm smile spread across her face as she approached, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Ah, you're awake," she said, her presence bringing a momentary sense of comfort.

“How am I here?” You blurted out the question without hesitation, your voice filled with confusion. Rin's expression shifted to one of surprise, but then a resigned sigh escaped her lips. She withdrew her hands from her pockets, "I suspected you wouldn't remember anything." A brief pause hung in the air before she continued, "You were ambushed during your last mission. You sustained serious injuries and lost consciousness. Luckily, a group of leaf shinobi stumbled upon you while they were en route to another assignment." She continued, gratitude coloring her tone.

You struggled to comprehend her words, but as you gazed down at your form, reality set in and the evidence was irrefutable. Your body was enveloped in layers of bandages, and your leg was encased in a sturdy, cumbersome cast. "But I...,"

As if on cue, another figure burst into the room in a state of panic. Obito appeared beside Rin, who promptly chided him for disregarding her instructions to wait outside until she confirmed your condition. Her words were ignored as he rushed towards you, instantly placing his hands on either side of your face. "You're okay!" he exclaimed, a mixture of relief and concern etched on his features.

Your mouth flew open to answer, but he quickly spoke over you, “I was so worried—and when the Hokage called I thought… well I thought something horrible happened to you,” he trailed off, and his head lit up as if he remembered something. “Obito—,”

“Speaking of the Hokage,” Obito's words piqued your curiosity as they shifted to the topic of the Hokage. He rummaged in his pocket and fished out a small envelope bearing your name. "The Hokage told me to give you this as soon as I see you. He said it's important..." he stated, passing the letter to you. As he did, his eyes betrayed his own intrigue, seemingly trying to discern its contents through the envelope itself. You received the letter and sat there, bewildered, holding it in your hand. The events were unfolding at a dizzying pace, leaving your mind struggling to catch up.

When you finally regained any sense of reality, you opened the envelope with shaky hands. You couldn’t help but notice how even your hands where covered in bandages, yet you felt no pain whatsoever. Ignoring this thought, you pull out the letter that the Hokage had sent you, your eyes scanning over the contents before your heart seemed to stop. Your eyes had to go over the words once, twice, three times before they finally settled in.

"With a heavy heart, I regret to inform you that, due to the gravity of your injuries, your request to undertake higher-ranking missions has been denied. Upon your recovery, you will be confined to completing low-ranked missions only. This restriction will remain in effect until further notice." Your mouth hung open as you kept reading, unable to say anything at all. Realization hit you hard, and you knew what this meant.

“No,” your heart clenched as you saw your dreams crumbling down. To others, this would’ve been okay. This meant they would take it easy until further notice, but to you, it was a nightmare. You had fought so hard to be seen as strong—no, you fought to be strong, and when you finally got the chance to prove yourself, you messed everything up. It took you years to get to this point, and now it would take you even longer.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clutched the paper, crinkling it under the intense grip of your hands. "What's wrong?" Obito inquired, alarmed by your sudden sobbing. He gently took the letter from your trembling grasp, reading the contents before lowering it with a hint of pity. His voice softened as he embraced you, seeking to console you. "Oh, (Y/N)," he murmured, his arms encircling you, trying to offer solace. Rin decided this was the time to leave you both alone.

"Trust me, everything will be fine," he continued, gently guiding your head towards his chest as he attempted to soothe you by rocking you gently like a child. "You will be able to climb back up again," he reassured you, his voice tinged with exaggerated sweetness. Yet, beneath the facade, you failed to detect the subtle mockery in his tone. Hidden behind the syrupy facade, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Without your awareness, he had effectively sabotaged your career, and you remained blissfully oblivious to the fact.

“You’ll do better, next time,”

[luna0713hunter]

Hellooo~

I just found your blog rn and I immediately fell in love with your works(especially sukuna ffs).

I love the way you write sukuna and reader's relationship.

And if ur ok with it, may I request a sukuna x reader angst? Maybe where reader is a sorcerer and she got badly injured and got into a almost death situation during a fight and sukuna is smh guilty for it??

You can ignore this if u want to<3

-🍪

Author's note : Hi hi ( ꈍᴗꈍ)oh my gosh im so happy to hear that!!!thank you so much darling!it makes me super happy

Mhm,i love the smell of fresh angst with happy ending in the midnight lmao. I'll gladly write it!! Hope you enjoy this,Cookie-chan!

Warnings : Sukuna Sorcerer au!,angst,injury and blood,happy ending!

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You knew this would happen,and you were happy to rub it in your idiot boyfriend's face with a big "i told you so."

That is,if you make it out alive.

The curse before you lets out a loud noise, something akin to cackle,as it watches you with it's multiple eyes. You glare,but even you know it's lost all heat;with blood oozing out of each part of your body,you can barely even keep your eyes open. Your body feels weak,and all of your joints hurt like hell. Your eyes drift to where you broken phone is laying and you just hope that your help signal has gone through before it was damage for good.

"ah," you mumble as you spit a mouthful of blood on the ground below; watching as it drips down on your hands, "today sucks. Its all Ryo's fault."

Your hazy eyes turn up and you watch as the curse dances around;each one of it's disgusting eye spinning around wildly as it looks at you with glee.

The son of a bitch is having fun killing you.

"you're lucky, y'know," you giggle slightly from how slurred your words sound; the blood lose making you lightheaded, "If Ryo was here,he would've torn you to pieces. But, he's an idiot."

Because he really was; starting that morning with the message from the higher ups about your new mission, you had told Sukuna that it would end badly. You had told him more than twice that something smelled fishy;that the higher ups were out to get you. But Sukuna,had dismissed your worry,and with a small scoff had said you're paranoid. At least,now with you dead,he would be proven wrong.

You grin maniacally at the thought;serves him right.

Leaning your back against the tree,you watch with bleary eyes as the curse steps closer;you dont even care. You're too tired to fight back. So you just sit there, thinking about all the things you'll miss;your friends and family,that one bakery with those delicious coconut buns,your boyfriend Sukuna,and most of all-

"i never got the chance to hear him say i love you..."

Maybe out of everything, you'll regret not dating your boyfriend sooner.

You're so lost in your thoughts,that you dont notice the sound of the curse has been faded away. And when you hear a small shriek,and hurried footsteps running your way,you just close your eyes and drop your head. You're fully expecting the curse to rip out your heart,when gentle,but frantic hands,take hold of your bloody cheeks and raise your head slightly. With a pained groan,you open your eyes just enough to see a heap of pink,and a familiar pair of red eyes.

"Ryo...?"

"yeah,yeah babe. Its me," his voice is steady,like always,but you can hear a small undertone of worry and it brings a smile to your lips.

"told ya..."

The hands on your cheeks rub at the corner of your lips to wipe away the blood.

"yeah,i know. And I'm an ass for not believing you." You feel yourself shift,and with foggy mind, realize he has lifted you up in his arms, "I'll make it up to you. Promise."

You giggle and rub your head against his chest;his scent already soothing your mind.

"can i have those sweet buns then?with hot chocolate?"

"whatever you want. First, let's get you fixed up yeah?"

You mumble your agreement and close your eyes. And when you wake up the next time,its to a tray full of your favorite sweet buns and a warm mug of hot chocolate.

Your boyfriend embraces you tightly,and kisses your forehead.

"i love you."

And maybe getting almost killed,was worth it after all.

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P.S : I love coconut buns and im currently craving some so i had to add them lmao.

[pathologicalreid]

hii<33 could you do fluff with fem! reader having a silent anxiety attack with spencer? the only thing that calms her down is physical touch, but also uses medical marijuana if you are comfortable with that? so spencer brings her medicine to her, and then just lots of cuddles and conversation about what’s going on?

thank u!!

modern medicine | S.R.

in which spencer helps you calm down after an anxiety attack

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff (a little hurt/comfort) content warnings: anxiety/anxiety attack, non-descript trauma, medical marijuana word count: 919 a/n: anon i will be so real with you weed just gives me to zoomies i have never been calmed down by the devils lettuce so i was winging it here. thank you for your request!!

The air was cool, the slight breeze gently brushing across your arms as you sat on the deck. You tried to catch your breath, listening to the rustling of the leaves in your backyard. This was your safe space, the backyard of your house, far enough from the city so you could see stars, but close enough to the city so that you didn’t feel detached from civilization.

This was your safe space when you felt unsafe inside.

Your phone was next to you, it had buzzed a few times, but you were afraid that if you stopped holding your legs to your chest, you would lose control.

Slowly, the sliding door behind you squealed on its track.

“Oh, honey,” Spencer whispered, coming around the couch you were sitting on and taking a seat next to you. It wasn’t until you flinched that he knew everything that was going on.

For just a moment, Spencer got up and disappeared into the house before coming back, closing the screen door instead of the glass slider this time. Slowly, he sat down next to you, his movements weren’t hesitant, they were tender.

Gently, Spencer put his arm around you, placing one hand on your waist as if he were testing the waters. In response, you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, but not releasing your legs from the hold you had on them. “You’re shaking,” he observed quietly, evaluating the situation before holding out your pen.

Medical marijuana was the steepest learning curve you had ever experienced. Your therapist tried traditional medicine, but nothing helped you through your anxiety, everything you tried just numbed you to it. You had never heard of using marijuana for anxiety, only for things like epilepsy and to help people through chemotherapy, never for a psychological disorder.

Luckily, Spencer had heard of it and the two of you spent days discussing it before you finally decided to give it a shot. You thought if nothing else worked, you might as well try.

You still tried to use it sparingly, but it really did help. Not only did the medicine help calm you down, but the use of the pen forced you to control your breathing. Just like now, when you took the pen from Spencer and breathed in, waiting until you could feel it in the back of your throat before blowing the vapors back out. Finally realizing how much you had been shaking.

Gingerly, Spencer moved your arms from around your knees to maneuver your body, so you were lying with your head on his chest.

Closing your eyes, you fiddled with the pen in your hand and focused on the beating of Spencer’s heart. His arms were wrapped around you, holding you tightly to his body. It was then that you realized he had been talking to you, speaking on and on about work, never anything graphic about cases, but about the prank that Morgan played on Emily or about a story JJ told him about Henry.

Just the little things, because not everything is a big thing. “Do you think I’ll ever be the same again?” You asked him quietly.

Spencer took a deep breath, “No, but I don’t want you to be. I want you to be changed, and I don’t want you to pretend like you’re not.”

Sighing, you lifted your head, so you were looking at Spencer. He’s growing out his hair again, soft and unruly.

“My head just feels so busy all of the time,” you whispered, “and sometimes I can pinpoint the problem, but sometimes I get pulled under just by the weight of the world.” Lying your head back down on his shoulder, you sighed and melted into him.

He started gently stroking your hair, smoothing it down the back of your head, “You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all alone, you know. I can share some of that weight with you if it ever comes to be too much.”

But how could you ask that of him when his job already weighed him down so much?

“It’s never too much for me, not when it comes to you,” he murmured into your hair before pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

You smiled at the fact that he seemed to always know what you were thinking before resting a hand on his chest, tracing hearts over his work clothes. “You and me against the world, Spencer Reid?”

Spencer hummed in response, “You and me against the world, my love.”

It wasn’t instant, you didn’t just feel better because you medicated or because Spencer said the right things, you felt better because you gave yourself the time to feel better.

“You feel better,” Spencer said matter of factly. He wasn’t asking, he was stating it. “Being held can actually activate the parasympathetic nervous system which counteracts the fight-or-flight response and promotes relaxation. There have also been studies that show that hugging can contribute to the regulation of your heart rate and blood pressure. So, by holding you close to me, I can tell that your heart isn’t racing anymore.”

You turned your head and grinned into his neck, “I’m glad you’re home, Spence.”

“I am too, love,” he answered, continuing to rub gentle circles on your back.

Slowly, you sat up and looked down at him, “You look tired, let’s go to sleep.” You got up and offered him your hand, “Tomorrow will be a new day.”

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[tojisun]

sorry was just going through your blog again because I’ve missed out for a while and YOUR DBF BIKER SIMON? DARING TO SAY “ERIN”? TO HAVE A PRETTY ROCK A DIAMOND IN A BOX TO MAKE UP FOR IT? MY HEART CANNOT TSKE IT IVE BEEN CRUING

(This is so well written it’s making my heart hurt in a way it hasn’t since I was last on your blog for Toji)

I know simon’s toxic in this I know that but I can’t help the part of me that yearns for a happy ending, you’re writing just drives such a familiar nail in my heart

YERP!! dbf!simon knows he can fuck up however because he can just buy whatever expensive thing u want and thinks that that makes up for it :/

at first it was enough. at first, when simon showered you with couture and diamonds and expensive vacation tickets as apology, it had been enough. it was enough because simon has never hurt you the way he did when he called you erin.

see, you're used to being replaced with other dates. you're used to watching from across the room as simon paraded around with a pretty person by his side because you know, no matter how twisted it is, that simon will come back to you - all pawing hands and pretty words slipping from his lips, praising you as the only one that could truly matter to him. telling you how you're the only one special enough to meet his friends - the other ones; the ones who eyed you with thick interest in their eyes.

but then erin came around. pretty and kind and smart erin came around. simon pampered her the most. cherished her the most. loved her the most. simon didn't even read your messages during the time he was with erin (he used to do so no matter who he's with); he never messaged you drunkenly, never left a voicemail saying how you're much better than his current dates. never hesitantly told you how he regrets not choosing you instead.

you were sidelined when he was with erin. so when he called her name while taking you. when he moaned her name even though they've been broken up for months then. well, and it is silly that you only realized now, but no amount of apologies and pretty rocks could make up for it.

AND OMGGG YOUVE BEEN HERE SINCE HOW WE BREAK?? 🥺🥺 no because that one was so angsty even for me!! but ahhhHHJHHH i loved writing it sm!!!

and aww thank u sweetheart. i've been mulling over the idea that they will make up but. idk. i feel like it's his turn to be hurt this time - that said, i still have a lot more drafts of dbf simon being an asshole so its not like it'll actually conclude anytime soon aiuhfuwhfdh

[telomeraseee]

Hellu, welcome back!! Can I request a fluffy Suna bestfriends to lovers one shot? Thank you so much <3 hope you've a wonderful day/night ✨🥰

a/n: ok my first piece since im back! i apologise in advance if i got carried away, also wasnt sure which suna you wanted, bfo timeskip or after but i went with the safe bet : before 🙏

also i realised how ass my writing as gotten so please i beg for feedback! thank you to anyone whos reading this, love all of u and hope everyone is doing genki <3

ps. send more requests, my hands are itching to write ehehe

You became friends with Suna on the first day of high school, he was one of the only students who didn’t come from inarizaki junior high so he was assigned a buddy, you. The first meeting was kinda awkward since you could tell he didn’t really care about anything that was going on around him but you were determined to at least show him the basics of what it meant to be a student here. So on you went, showing him around the school, telling him which days would have the best food and which vending machines were broken (free drinks never hurt anyone). 

Even though you were a pretty social person, you were always too busy studying or too busy dealing with things at home to truly be part of a friend group. It never really bothered you, but now that you were in high school you wanted friends, friends who wanted to spend time with you, so when the buddy programme ended, you were sad since for the last three days Suna was like that friend for you. But he surprised you the next day by dragging his chair to your desk during lunch and said “there better be space for one more here”. So then it began, your friendship with Suna, you would have lunch with him, he would walk home with you, get ice cream and coffee with you. you thought he hung out with you because he couldn’t be bothered to talk to anyone else, which you weren’t complaining about. Most of the time he just listened to you talk (more like yap in his opinion) and poke fun at you when he felt like it. For example, when you asked him, “why do you hang out with me? It’s suspicious. Or is because our suna-chan is scared make friends” his deadpan face was response enough and had you snickering because how could such a facial expression say that much. then he got up and started walking away. “okay, okay I’m sorry, you know I love hanging out with you,” you quickly say as you grab his arm to stop him. He resists a little but when he eventually turns around you see a little smirk on his face. what a sneaky bastard. 

All throughout first year you keep each other company and he even started you teaching you how to play volleyball and that when you think it started. His hands on you started warming you up more than you liked. You found yourself becoming slightly more shy around him and thinking about what it would feel like to hug him or the feel his hands on you. “Y/n-chan did you do something different with your hair?” He says as he lifts a strand of your hair and plays with it. You pretend like you don’t feel your stomach twist in anticipation. “I just cut it a little and layered it Suna-chan. You think the boys will finally notice me now?” You tease, there’s a beat of silence which makes things a little awkward and then you feel a little tug on the strand, “why are you thinking about other guys, when you have me right here y/n-chan,” Suna says with a small smile on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart starts beating faster, you quickly look away from him to hide it but you feel the tug again and this time its quite a bit harder, “you look beautiful, y/n,” he says, looking straight at you. You groan, thump your head on the wall next you and whisper your extremely smart retort, “Shut up Suna-chan.” You hear his laughter in response and guess what? He’s still playing with you hair. 

Moments like that keep building up, like the time he tied your shoelace for you or the time he saved your face from being smashed in by a ball or the time he glared at a few boys who were staring at you a bit too long (he doesn’t know you saw him glare, what he doesnt know wont hurt him). In small ways, he showed you he cared, but you were always afraid because he would give you enough to convince you he likes you but what if he just appreciated you as a friend and this was his way of showing it? 

The school year ended, but the two of you saw each other often, getting ice cream and sitting in the park for hours talking. He would tell you all about the volleyball team and explain the different techniques he uses to block his opponents. It always made you smile since in the beginning it was always you who did the talking. He would push you on the swing as you told him about your childhood. You guys would sit on the see-saw and argue about which onigiri stuffing is superior (team tuna always wins). And soon summer is over and a whole year had gone by, your feelings for him have grown to the point you need to tell him soon or you’re afraid you might explode. But when? He has so much going on for him you felt like you would never find the perfect time to tell him. Time slips by and before you know it there you are watching Suna play in the Interhigh tournament. You had been to a few of his games before and they were amazing to watch, not to mention how good he looked when he played. His toned arms and thick thighs had you in a chokehold, to feel those arms around you, to feel that body pressed against yours, to feel his heartbeat and his hands holding yours. You were down bad. 

During the Interhigh finals, you watched as victory slipped through their fingers, they were so close. But the team didn’t seem to be too bothered by this loss, they were still smiling and laughing with each as they walked off the court. You’re not exactly sure why but that was when you decided you had to tell him today. You head downstairs and you see the team walk out, you offer them some ‘good games’ and see that Suna is at the back. He surprises you by coming up to you and wrapping him arms around you. “Hey, y/n-chan, thanks for coming today,” he says. You freeze for a second but then return the hug, “anything for my suna-chan” you reply with a smile on your face. “By the way, I need to tell you something so meet me in the park when you’re done?” You say, you tried your best to sound normal, but you were pretty sure he could hear the nervousness in your voice. Internally you begged him not to laugh at you or make any snide comments and thank god he didn’t. He just replied with a “Yes sir!” plus a salute and said he would text when he was on his way.

In the park you go through every scenario you could possibly think of, what if he rejected you? Would you still be friends? If he said yes, he liked you back, what would happen then? Would he kiss you? Would he hug you? Does that mean you guys would be dating? Would he want to cuddle? Okay you were getting lost in your thoughts, just focus on the present y/n. As if to remind you of that fact, your phone chimes with a message from him saying he’ll be there in 10 minutes. Shit, this was actually happening. You get up do a few jumping jacks and jog around a little in hopes to calm down. 

“Y/n, what did you want to talk about?” You hear from behind you, you jump in surprise and let out a little squeal. “Suna-chan, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you chide. He looks good as ever, his face as expressionless as ever even though you know that’s just how he looks and that he actually has quite a bit going up in the brain of his. Here goes nothing…. you move your gaze to over his shoulder and start, “Suna-chan, I’m not sure if you noticed but I sort of….kind of…. Have a tiny, miniscule crus-“ That’s all he lets you get out before you hear his giggles, you focus on him and you feel like you’re gonna faint. when he sees you meet his eyes he takes a step closer to you and in your peripheral you see his hand come up. He cups your cheeks and the smirk drops from his face, “y/n-chan, you almost beat me to it. I feel the same way you do so you can tell your heart to calm down, I’m afraid you’re gonna have a heart attack at this rate,” he says. You stand there, your mouth drops a little to form an O. “Lost for words? That’s ok, we don’t need words for this,” Suna says as he lowers his head to place a light kiss on your lips. You feel his other hand come around your waist to pull you closer and his hand on your face goes into your hair and cradles your head as he guides your lips back to his. It feels so soft and so intimate. you raise your hands and snake them around his neck and deepen the kiss. It feels so good, you feel like you’re floating. This is better than anything you thought of, it feels like tiny fireworks are going off in your brain, it feels like so many things are being said with no words (in true suna fashion imo). After god knows how long, your mouths separate, both of you panting, foreheads resting against each others. “Y/n-chan….. “ I know sun-chan, that was….”amazing,” he finishes. He re-adjusts himself so that youre wrapped in his arms now. You could stay here forever. 

[hearts-4-vicky]

can you do quarterback minji x shy cheerleader reader? i literally just thought of this and i think it’s adorable

ty baby<3

warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing…, minji is cringe…(shes a loser to me) kinda short😭and um thats it😜

i only know a few things abt football so 🫠

(not proofread…)

The championship football game was already in its fourth quarter, with 50 seconds on the clock. To say Minji was stressed was a HUGE understatement, being the quarterback was cool and all😵‍💫 but when her team’s losing by 3 points its gonna get to her🥺The pressure was getting wayy too much for her since the school has been winning for 9 consecutive years. If they lose, not only will she be failing her school and her teammates, but also you🥺🥺🥺You were the reason she started playing football in the first place, her good luck charm, her cheerleader 🎀 Co-Captain and one of the flyers (someone thrown and lifted in stunts) in the schools cheer squad, y/n l/n (basic asf but shit thats the only option 😭)

Calling a timeout was the best option, all they needed was one touchdown and boom, win😝 though its gonna be harder since their best wide receiver, Yunjin, had suffered a bad shoulder injury just a few minutes before (idk who to put on this team😭) Minji had no game plan since it all relied on Yunjin’s speed and agility, she needed to think of something😵‍💫 Getting in a circle with her team, she speaks up “Okay guys! Just one more push and we win the whole thing right?” Minji flashes a grin, trying to be optimistic “how are we gonna score? Yunjins out and Yujin can barely run without staring at the cheer captain.. Look! She has heart eyes right now!” Haewon was right, Yujin wasn’t even listening to the team but staring at Wonyoung🥺(i love them) Minji noticed you were there too, talking with wony, laughing at something she said🎀 She unconsciously smiles at you, your smile brought light to the dark skies of the night and your laughter made her feel warm🥺 “Fuck.. I forgot you’re both down bad…” Ryujin mentions, the whole team starting to tease those two😭”Alright alright! Yujin, lets do this for our girlfriends… Everyone make sure no one is guarding her!” “Gotchu bro, but I think we need your pretty girlfriends to cheer us on real quickkk” Yuna pokes both Minji and Yujin🎀 “Suck my- “LETS GO BEARS!” (idk man😭) You and Minji make eye contact, “You got this” is what she reads from your lips. A fire lit in her heart as she saw you throw her a kiss, she’s ready for the game.

“HUT HUT! HIKE!” Minji scans the field for Yujin, seeing her in the open, she throws it to her. Caught it. Yujin sprints with everything she had as both teams were after her. One of the opposing team members came out of no where, making Yujin trip. Minji winces at it, must’ve hurt bad. She only thinks of one think,

We fucked it up. We lost.

“HOLY SHIT I DID IT?!” Yujin’s piercing shout got the attention of everyone, she got the ball past the goal line🙏

The stadium erupted into cheers as people started running to the field to celebrate😍😍😍 You full on SPRINT to see your girlfriend, pushing everyone out of the way (r u the football player now or what😭🙏)

Smiling brightly as you spot each other. Minji throws her helmet to the floor to catch you😵‍💫

“YOU WERE SO GOOD OUT THERE BABY!!!” You said as you jumped into Minjis open arms, kissing her face between every word🥺(me when) “I’m all sweaty babe! hol-“”don’ttt care!” Minji stifles a snort as you pepper her face so more, “couldn’t have done it without you, my sunshine” accepting your soft lips against every inch of her face while spinning you around had you both in your own world🥺🥺🥺 Both of you were giggling like teens in love (duh) as your lipstick stains her still sweaty face😛 you guys are taken back to reality as the school journalists come to interview you guys “Who would like to thank for this win Kim Minji?” the camera pans to you guys, still in her arms as she replies,

“My gorgeous girl right here!!”

you hide your face in her neck, blushing at her words

“And those marks on your face?”

“M-minji wait-“

“Also from this gorgeous girl!”

She’s never seen your face as red as it was before😭

with annyeongz

“but I scored the touchdown…”

“Let them have their moment love”

ive been wantin to write fluff again omg 🙏🙏

im sorry i havent been doing many requests lately, ive gotten a bit busier than usual😭 I need to get my grades up or else im out☹️Ive only been writin for school this week im so sorry if this isnt that good😭😭😭

Im really sorry my loves❤️ Stay safe and love you guys!!

-Vicky💋