#WE FUCKING WON YALL WE FINALLY WON

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babysitter duty | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

an emergency meeting at red bull means max finally meets the horner family babysitter and chaos ensues

note: i will obviously not be using christian's real kids in this, this is a work of fiction. there will be no real pictures of his kids, neither will i use their real names (i actually have no clue what they are and cannot be bothered to google it lol)

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yourusername: last weekend before the eff won starts again i.e. my last weekend before my only friends are literal children

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yourbff bring the kids out me thinks

yourusername my boss literally follows this account dumbass

christianhorner do not take my children clubbing

yourusername YES SIR 🫡

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yourusername: wasn't raining in oxford for once so a picnic was only necessary

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yourbff they're so so precious

christianhorner who taught her that sign?

yourusername you did??? stop swearing so much in drive to survive sir

maxverstappen1 she's not wrong

christianhorner why are you here?

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maxverstappen1 best way to start the season and to end a ten year drought in Bahrain!! thank you to everyone in the garage and all the fans in the stands

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yourusername smashed it maxy

maxverstappen1 why thank you i'm blushing

user67 what. the. fuck. is that ^^^

themaxverstappenstan33 i am actually bamboozled

danielricciardo ignoring whatever meltdown is happening in these comments - congrats max !!

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f1wagsupdates this is y/n y/ln, she's a live-in babysitter for christian horner and more recently, she seems to be the one catching max verstappen's attention. as far as we know they first met after the top officials at red bull met for an emergency meeting at christian horner's home - we know she was present because she posted on her story with one of the kids baking during the meeting. since then she has been commenting on his posts and max posted a picture of him with a girl on his story in an outfit y/n has posted in before. do you think they're cute?

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yourusername someone fancies themselves a detective

user34 oof she gagged yall

hugsforcharles tbf she has a point, you guys are digging way too into all of it

lilacverstappen i know this is a gross invasion of privacy but i kinda think they're cute

user33 you're not wrong

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maxverstappen1 fuck u sherlock holmes i'll decide when i announce my relationship ... anyhow, you're cute, sorry christian but you're going to have to find a new babysitter

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yourusername I LOVE YOU MAXY but i love those kids more so looks like you're movign to oxford

maxverstappen1 i never agreed to that

yourusername say goodbye to the tax free life and say hello to crayons and picnics

christianhorner you'll have three very angry kids to deal with max, but aside from that, i'm very happy for the both of you

yourusername love you bossman

maxverstappen1 love you bossman

danielricciardo this is not usually how this plot line ends

landonorris STOP RIGHT THERE OLD MAN THIS IS A WHOLESOME POST

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yourusername add max moving into christian's house to ur f1 bingo cards - you can't take me away from these kids, they're kinda my only friends

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maxverstappen1 i've been here one day and i'm convinced @christianhorner ur kids are evil geniuses

yourusername obvs they are maxy, they're salty spice's kids

user46 omg she calls him salty spice as well

christianhorner don't make me regret giving you a room near mine

yourusername GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER CHRISTIAN... maybe invest in some ear plugs ;)

christianhorner consider this your eviction notice

note: bit of a random one lol but i had fun. i know people don't like christian (for good reason) but he's the one it worked with. ALSO my asks are open now !!! so ask away xx

[cranberryjuice-posts]

If your still taking requests, could you do a Clarisse x Fem Child of Aphrodite reader who was a cheerleader before coming to camp and still has her uniform.

She remembers she has it and trys it on, it still fits and she feels nostalgic so she goes somewhere secluded to practice her old cheers. Doing all the tricks and blackflips.

Meanwhile Clarisse wants to see her favorite girl but can't find her so she goes looking and finds reader doing all that stuff?

Thanks! - Marshmellow🤍

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Pairings - Clarisse Larue x Fem! cheerleader! Reader

An - this is my last request YALL should do totes send more

You had done cheer since you could remember. Elementary, middle school, basketball, competition and football cheer, even to your freshman year of high-school.

That all changed though when you had been claimed by your godly parent. You figured only a summer at camp would be sufficient and you could go back to your old school and continue cheer! That back fired however After a group of monsters attack a cheer camp you went too.

You didn’t mind at first, giving up the sport. But now sitting on your bed holding your old cheer uniform you couldn’t help but miss the sport. Some of your favorite memories were made in it after all.

An idea soon came to you however. If you put it on and did a few tricks it wouldn’t hurt right..?. Only one way to find out.

A little tight around the chest, and the skirt was much smaller than you last remembered, the uniform still fit perfectly. Throwing on a pair of white tennis shoes and pulling your hair back into a signature ponytail with a bow you ran out your cabin.

——

The arena was empty as most campers were off playing capture the flag, conveniently your ‘ankle still hurt’ so you were allowed to sit out.

You let out a deep breath and adjusted your grip on your pompoms. Mentally prepping yourself before counting off. “1-2.. 1234——

“ Go team! Go team!

Who do we mean?

We'll say it loud,

Because we're proud.

P-A-N-T-H-E-R-S!

Panther pride! Panther pride!

We're steppin' up, so step aside!

We're the best; we're here to win

Panther power's here again!”

The feeling of doing an old cheer brought back an old sense of adrenaline. You shook your pompoms above your head with a wide smile.

“V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!

We're gonna win the game

And you wanna know why?

'Cause we've got spirit

And we're riding high, so

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!”

Tossing the pompoms aside you let out a deep breath. Doing a round off back hand spring while sticking the landing you panted. It had been a while since you had last some the tricks showing you were out of practice.

In the distance you heart a slow clapping. Looking over nervously you saw clarisse sitting on the bench near by you. “Why didn’t you ever tell me I was dating a cheerleader? I mean damn there’s something’s I’d like to brag about” she teased making her way over to you, grabbing your waist and admiring your uniform

“You brag to much as it is you don’t need another thing to add to that list” you gave her a slight unamused look. “And by your good attitude I take it you won?”

Clarisses grin confirmed your suspicions. She kissed you, once again squeezing your waist slightly. “Yeah you definitely won” you smiled.

“Obivously, you really think I was just gonna let annabeth embarrass my cabin again? No fucking way— ” with one final squeeze to your waist Clarisse started to lead you out of the arena.

You tried to stop her mainly because of how exposed you were in your uniform but the other woman didn’t seem to really care.

YN - Clarisse half My Ass is out let me go change

Clarisse - nah it’s fine besides you look cute in your uniform

[y3ager]

STORYTIME I (26 F) FUCKED MY SUPERSTAR CLIENT (24 M) AFTER MONTHS OF SEXUAL TENSION!

— ‘i’m a manager for a pretty big music label and my client is the biggest dickhead in the world but i fear i fucked him after one of our usual arguments.. 😵‍💫’

eren y. x black!fem!reader

tags: modern au, smut, porn not much plot, hate(?)sex, cunnilingus, cowgirl, reader gets called ‘mama’ and ‘boss’, unprotected sex, mild choking, musician!eren, manager!reader. minors do not interact.

my first collab entry MAKE SOME NOISE YALL WTF!!! but no seriously thanks so much to @k9nto for letting me join your event i had a blast writing this! hope you all enjoy! 🤭

YOU’VE ENCOUNTERED SOME annoying people in your life. in kindergarten, a boy taunted you by picking up one your fallen hot pink knocker-balls and refusing to give it back to you. in high school, some chick named tiffany ripped down all of your junior class president posters that you spent weeks designing and printing out on the highest quality paper. your college advisor had been completely useless, you’d still be dragging yourself through your bachelor’s degree if you didn’t stay on your toes and realize the classes you were dropped in were a waste of time. but all of these people, and many more that have slipped your mind, shaped and molded you into the woman you were today. strong, tenacious, independent, a go-getter who never gave up and thus was able to reap her hard work, in the form of three nice crisp degrees and a never pitiful bank account.

but eren yeager, grammy award winning singer, songwriter and musician, with multiple weeks spent at the top of the billboard hot 100 and 200 charts, millions of units sold worldwide, and stadiums packed to the brim, took the fucking cake.

you were warned he’d be difficult. every manager he’s assigned quits before one of them ends up in a body bag. none of them have a single nice thing to say about him, and he finds that hilarious.

for better or for worse, you took the challenge because you’re a sucker for them. nothing in life comes easy, and you figured that the managers before just didn’t come hard enough. maybe eren’s fame and status made them falter, but such a fate wouldn’t befall you.

you dragged him to his magazine shoots, you kept his mouth in line during interviews, you kept his socials clean. he was never a second late to rehearsals and recordings. he was a reflection of you, and if you were perfect goddammit he was going to be too.

until today.

“i’m not putting in another extension, eren. the label is starting to get really irritable. we need to go to the studio now.” you furiously swiping along your ipad, pacing around the singer’s deluxe hotel room. while you’re dressed for the day in clean crisp clothes, sharp stilettos, and jet black lace front expertly melted and laid, eren’s still in the bed. the covers are everywhere, his shirt is next to a couple pillows on the floor, and he’s laying on his back eating a croissant from room service, paying you absolutely no mind. it takes everything in you to not chuck your device at his big head. “i’m serious. get. up.”

“and i said i’m not,” he mocks your assertive tone, voice oozing in sarcasm. “going.” he coughs, obviously faking. “my voice hurts. can’t make those greedy bastards money if my vocal chords ache. they’ll live.”

“you are on a strict deadline this era. if you want to catch award season, this album needs to be finished and dropped in the next month. amidst the press tour, your window of recording time is dwindling fast.” dates in your digital calendar glare at you, red and angry. every time you check something off your to do, ten new things pop up. you feel your jaw clenching, teeth gritting together uncomfortably.

“i’ve won enough awards. i don’t care. i’m not getting up.” eren finally raises up from the bed, narrowed green eyes meeting yours. it’s fire against fire, an unstoppable force that is a manager determined to do her job versus an immovable object, a musician who’s not budging from his spot. “it’s my album. it’s my music. i finish it when the fuck i get ready. that label will burn before they drop me.”

“if you don’t follow contract, they will drop you. they put a lot of money into you-”

“money i made back for those dumbasses-!”

“they are your bosses, without them-”

“they need me way more than i need them-!”

“get,” you toss your ipad over to a small couch, storming over to the bed. you snatch the edge of the covers and yank hard. enough is enough. if he won’t get up, you’ll make him get up. “the fuck out of this bed, eren, now!”

“you need,” the cover is yanked back, tugging you forward along with it. you lurch momentarily before righting yourself upwards, leaning back to give yourself more leverage in this childish tug of war you find yourself in. “to calm the fuck down, ___. i’m not going and that’s fucking it.” eren may be lean, but he’s toned like a MMA fighter, muscles rippling under tan skin when he calls upon them. another tug and you topple onto the california king bed, one expensive heel sliding off your foot and falling across the room.

your heads snaps up from the covers, brow furrowed deep in anger. “stop being so fucking difficult, you moron!” emotions welling, you grab one of his arms, preparing to drag him out of this bed. your to do list is a nagging itch on your brain that by the grace of god you are going to scratch. you’re not about to let this bad-with-authority dickhead best you when all he has to do is record a fucking vocal.

“oh, we’re doing this?” easily, too easily, so easily that you register your back hitting the soft bed before you realized he even grabbed you back. he pins you down easily, slightly calloused hands grip your upper arms firmly, pushing them down. he places his legs other either side of your hips so yours are forced in between them, but doesn’t keep you from writhing to free yourself. “whatever fucking—stop doing that—chip you have on your shoulder, you need to fucking solve it because shit’s not going your way today. i’m not going and that is final.”

the tussle leaves you two of you panting, eyes boring into each other’s. eren’s long chocolate brown hair is disheveled not only from a night’s sleep but from this impromptu wrestle. small beads up sweat trickle down his naked chest. your writhe again, and he presses down against you, a synonymous hiss sliding through both of your mouths.

“i hate you, eren.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, ___. looks like you wanted an excuse to feel up on me.”

“oh, like you wanted an excuse to hump me like a mutt?”

there’s another beat of silence as you two watch each other. eren’s hands tighten their hold just a tad before he presses his hardening length hard against your clothed cunt. against your better judgement, your head tilts back and a small moan fights against your bitten bottom lip.

eren hums lowly, his dick bulging against the constraint of his boxers. “hate me too much to actually fuck me, huh? i’m only worth a dry hump.”

oh how eren frustrates you. how he makes even the simplest things in life painstakingly difficult. how he makes you want to smoke ten packs of cigarettes after a day of dealing with him. but oh, how handsome he looks under the lights at photo shoots. how his deep, smooth voice reverbs in your ears. how his fingers move so deftly on his guitar, as if it’s merely an extension of his body. who wouldn’t fantasize about that late at night, him bending you over and snatching down your pants to fuck the stress out of you, or yourself knocking him down a peg and making him beg to let you cum inside.

“shut-” another roll of his hips makes you gasp. “up..”

“i want you, ___,” eren confesses. his hips don’t falter, his cock becoming hungry for release. “i want that pussy. i wanna fuck that little attitude out of you, can i? i see how you look at me and i stare right back.”

you shiver, hand rushing to undo your dress pants and feel more of eren’s dick against your dampening cunt. his hands work with your perfectly, yanking your pants down. it’s a whirlwind of clothes, your sweater, bra, your other shoe.

eren reaches up to grab your breasts, rolling them in his palms, squeezing the supple flesh, pushing them together. “oh, pretty girl. pretty fuckin’ tits.” leaning down, he kisses down your sternum, stomach, inching closer and closer to your center. he wastes no time grabbing your thighs and licking a nice, long stripe against your drooling cunt and sucking on your clit.

your back immediately arches up and your hands fly to grip eren’s hair, tugging at the locks and pulling him in closer so you can feel everything. “oh my god, eren.” the singer’s not shy at all, audibly sucking at you and reaching up to twist and pinch your pebbled nipples.

with another languid lick eren pulls himself away. he pulls his boxers down on and off, freeing his dick from the constraint. he rubs the thick, weeping tip up and down your slit, staring hungrily at the juices leaking out. the feeling of it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“mmm, mm-mm.” you push yourself up. “let me get ‘n top..” there’s a greedy look in your low eyes as you place your hand on eren’s solid chest and lay him down on the bed.

“take charge here too, huh?” your forwardness makes him chuckle as he watches you straddle his waist. “okay then. ride me.”

you brace yourself on your toes as his hand and yours grasp his shaft, directing it to your pulsing hole. you slide down gingerly onto him, his size quickly stretching you out. “ahh, fuck, eren. fuck…”

“you got it,” he assures you, one hand on your thigh as you sink lower and lower, taking him in inch by inch. he bites his lip at the wet tightness of your walls, squeezing and sucking him in. it makes him throw his head back, a couple of small pants escaping his mouth. “mmhm, fuck that pussy feels so good. take that dick, boss.” his hand raises only to land on your ass check with a sharp slap.

you start out slow at first, letting yourself adjust to the wideness of his dick but that quickly gets old. you’re soon addicted to the feeling of him fitting inside so perfectly. gripping his free hand in yours, you swivel and raise your hips faster and faster, effortlessly, desperate for that feeling of him pounding that oh so sweet spot. your juices slide down his length, the slap slap slap of your ass against his muscled thighs filling the room. “‘s so big, feels so good,” your voice slurs.

eren hisses from his spot under you, eyes trained on where you two connect. mouth slightly agape, he watches your cunt swallow him up and the fluid that leaks out. “yes, mama. keep fucking me just like that. feels.. f-fuckin’ amazin’…” his hands grab your plump ass cheeks, fingers digging in hard as he thrusts his hips up, driving the tip of his cock even deeper inside you and pulling a loud moan from you. “keep goin, mama, ‘m almost there, don’t stop, please..”

his pleading make you clench even tighter around him, and that feeling deep inside your tummy aches for release. you place a hand around his throat to better balance yourself, relishing in his low groan. your thighs quake and tremble, your hips meeting his eager thrust perfectly. “oh, my god; oh my god. i’m— shit!” you throw your head back in ecstasy, cumming hard enough on your client’s dick to leave you numb.

“aw, fuck, boss.” eren thrusts up to push his cum deep inside, holding you against himself to ensure a single drop doesn’t leak. “take it, take it..”

the two of you are left panting hard, bodies sweaty and gleaming with the afterglow of sex. you gingerly pull away, cunt left sore and spent from a round of sex months in the making. eren reaches over to caress your ebon lips, admiring the smooth, wet feeling once you roll onto your back. “no more attitude from you, yeah?”

“no more attitude from the man reduced to calling me ‘mama’ and begging to cum either, i’d assume.” your teasing laughter is cut off by him purposefully sinking three fingers deep inside you. “mmh…”

“mhm, sure.” roles reversed, eren climbs on top of you and stares down with green eyes aflame with lust through his tousled brown hair. “now i want to see what i can make you call me.”

[sunflowerkiwis]

Forever WAG

charles leclerc x reader - part three summary: big news come from you and charles and the fans finally find the answers they've been looking for... feedback is appreciated + requests are open! enjoy xx

part one | part two | part three | part four

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charles_leclerc i love you so much, i don’t even know where to start. for five years, we’ve been here for each other. through ups and downs, you’ve loved me. you’ve dealt with me in my toughest times and in my peaks. you give me the strength i need to get through life and you love me each day no matter what.

here’s to our forever, ma précieuse and my future Mme Leclerc

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yourusername 🎶it’s been a long time coming, but…🎶 here’s our engagement party🤍♥️

words simply cannot describe the ecstasy i feel knowing you’re the one i’ll spend my forever with.

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danielricciardo i wonder who chose that cake😂😂

redbullracing oh no… we’ve lost her😔

user02 CONGRATUALTIONS OMGGGG (but that last slide-)

user04 fr, who’s gonna tell them the honeymoon is AFTER the wedding

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user02 not the whole grid coming after them💀💀

yourbestfriend i guess it’s safe to say you won…

yourusername told ya

user06 ????

user54 okay so charles is gonna write her a whole thought out paragraph and she’s just gonna sit there taking pictures and quote taylor swift…?

user26 what exactly do you gain from sending this?

user54 i’m just saying, don’t think he should be marrying someone who doesn’t appreciate him as much as he does them

user40 babe… where have you been the past five years…

scuderiaferrari our parents🥹🥹

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user36 OMG CONGRATULATIONS I TOLD YALL I CALLED IT OMG YAYYY

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user08 none of us… none of us believed u and now 🥲🥲

yourmomsinsta congrats my babies 🥰🥰

user22 omg i completely forgot momma yln see these posts. yn your poor mother

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georgerussell it was a pleasure to help with this amazing day, congrats you fools🫶🫶

yn and charles - 26.05.26

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pierregasly hey, i helped too

georgerussell63 you’re literally the best man

charles_leclerc thank you so much mate (but also ow)

yourusername we love you too stupid <3

user84 you just know mans had a whole powerpoint made for them 💀

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~ 8 months later ~

yourusername

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yourusername she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head (the bride was in fact drunk) 🤍💍

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charles_leclerc wow

charles_leclerc hot

danielricciardo you can stay there while i bleach my eyes 🙂🙂

charles_leclerc pls come back :(

pierregasly ouch

carlossainz55 ouch

georgerussell63 ouch

maxverstappen1 ouch

yourusername that's crazy

user24 queen energy right there👑

danielricciardo pls don’t

yourusername 🫥

yourbestfriend my wife😍😍

carlossainz55 🤨🤨

yourusername my darling🥰🥰

charles_leclerc 🤨🤨

yourfriend1 five gorgeous gorgeous girls and a goddess of a bride🫶

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yourbestfriend babe 🤍

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yourfriend3

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yourfriend3 girls’ weekend with the future mrs. leclerc

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charles_leclerc bachelor’s weekend (two can play this game😉)

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user52 the tag💀

user96 he rlly saw yn thirst trapping and said nonono😭

yourusername damn

yourusername now that’s just mean

charles_leclerc 😉

user58 he took my wife and i can’t even complain

yourbestfriend right??? @yourusername you rlly left us for a banana man????

yourusername what can i say? i like bananas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yourbestfriend yeah, HIS

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user60 💀💀

pierregasly

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pierregasly a wild charles enjoying his last few moments of freedom

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yourusername that guy in the middle’s pretty handsome but i will say, that fella on the far left is my favorite

arthur_leclerc he is pretty great isn’t he👀

pierregasly what about the one on the right

yourusername meh

charles_leclerc you two do realize she’s marrying ME right?

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sebastianvettel enjoy it while you can

yourusername i’m telling your wife

charles_leclerc handsome guy in those last two photos

yourusername hot.

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yourusername you can’t outdo the doer, baby <3

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user94 them tagging each other and trying to out thirst trap one another is something that probably should’ve been on my bingo card this year

user10 the way it’s like a competition but they still only comment on each others posts to thirst over the other 😭

charles_leclerc it’s always worth the thrill😉

landonorris i’ve refrained from interfering, but i’d like to remind you that there are children and parents here

yourusername babe did you forget to drop him off at daycare again

charles_leclerc i thought you were doing it?

yourusername honey, i’m not back until a few days remember?

charles_leclerc i’m sorry chéri, force of habit. @landonorris get ready, we have to leave soon

landonorris 😐

carlossainz55 yn, vale, can i have my girlfriend back

yourusername she was mine first, wait your turn pepper boy

yourbestfriend

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yourbestfriend happy wife, happy life ep 1: girls’ post-bachelorette party bachelorette weekend getaway ✨🫶

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user58 yn always serves like that second pic????

user92 these two being couple goals and serving per usual

charles_leclerc lovely♥️

carlossainz55 you look gorgeous querida❤️ both of you. can you please come back now 🥲

charles_leclerc i second that

yourusername no :)

yourbestfriend the bride has spoken

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[sunfyresrider]

Love & Ruin

Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, idk if this is dark!aeg or yandere but he's not okay, mentally. Word count: 7k Note: Part one of two:) I really hope yall like this. Reader is Helaena's age. I did not proofread; fuck it we ball. Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @annikin-im-panicin @its-actually-minicika (Hi girls ily)

‘It wasn’t meant to happen like this’

Aegon paced back and forth inside the throne room waiting for the return of his brother. The storm that had rolled in was heavy, the sounds of hail beating the glass window echoed throughout the room. The sudden crash of thunder and jolt of lighting sent a shiver down his spine. The candles that lined the room were not enough to fully bring light into the dark. It was almost poetic; the storm echoed his inner feelings perfectly. 

‘How could you do this?!’

‘Have you gone mad!’ 

‘Think about your wife! Your children! How will this look?’ 

‘She won’t show us mercy now, you fool!” 

It had been hours since he sent Aemond to Storm’s End. The mission couldn’t have been that hard, go ask for a Baratheon bitches' hand and bring back a person. His mother had taken to chewing at her nail beds until they bled. His grandsire sat with his face in his hands contemplating how to fix this. 

Once a crown was placed on his head Aegon found a new sense of confidence, one that could no longer be stolen away by those around him. His family could no longer control him nor tell him what to do. He was king and kings did not ask permission. They took what they wanted. From now on his word was law and this mission was the only reason he didn’t flee to Yiti. It was promised to him then taken away and he fully intended to take it back. And what he wanted was traveling to beg for Lord Borros to side with the pretender…

Five hours, it took five hours for the roar of Vhagar to be heard over the red keep. The storm had subsided to a light rain, yet the sky remained dark. Finally, he rose from his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. A giddy smile creeping onto his face that his mother couldn’t help but scoff at. It didn’t matter anymore; he had won his first prize in war. 

Murmurs from the council filled the once silent room but Aegon could only hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto the door waiting for them to walk inside. His imagination swirled with possibilities and all of them were better than his current situation. Alicent and Otto stared from a distance, both realizing their potential mistake. They let the dog off the leash and now they were about to suffer the consequences. 

Guards rusting outside the doors caught everyone’s attention. The room went eerily silent as the doors began to creak open. Aegon nearly jumped out of his skin as he walked forward to meet who was coming. 

Aemond, drenched in water, stalked inside slowly. His face was a mix of regret and… fear? The world stopped and as if on cue a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder that lit up the room. Aegon’s heart ceased to beat, his smile melted into nothing, and his feet threatened to give out on him. His mother’s eyes widened, and her hands fled to cover her mouth. Aemond struggled to lift the wet, bruised and unconscious body in his arms. He let out a shaky breath, 

“There’s been an… incident.” 

From a young age Aegon knew he had no love from anyone besides himself. His mother simply tolerated him, his father forgot him, and everyone else loathed him. The first-born son who should inherit everything but instead was given nothing. The son born to be loved but destined to be hated. 

It was no surprise he was the way he was. He drank more than he should, fucked more than allowed and was cruel to those who may or may not deserve it. No one was born evil; they were raised to be that way. At least, that’s what he told himself to feel better at night. 

And he wasn’t truly evil in the eyes of most anyway, just terribly pathetic. A lonely fourteen-year-old who may never feel loved. A boy who would never fully feel the warmth of someone’s gentle touch, the excitement when they approached, the soft reassurances and sweet nothings they would whisper, the true connection when intimate with someone you loved. It was all out of his reach… Until you started coming around. 

For the better half of your life your mother, Rhaenyra kept you decently hidden from most of the court. It was not at all because you shared your features with Harwin Strong but because you were simply too precious for the world. You were her only daughter, her first born and you were too beautiful for the men in this city to gawk at and prey upon. 

She would protect you from everything her father couldn’t protect her from. So, yes you didn’t get out much and when you did Harwin, and your brothers followed close suit. Rhaenyra did become more lenient as you grew. It was better to let you live as you wanted under watchful eyes than be locked away because of her own fears. At least that’s what Harwin told to calm her. 

You were strictly prohibited from a handful of things though. Absolutely no leaving the keep unless it was daytime, and a handful of guards were there to follow. Absolutely no wandering around after dark, anywhere, no matter the circumstance. And finally, absolutely no involvement with your uncle Aegon. 

Sadly, you were born with the same rebellion in your heart as she once had. The very first thing that needed to be handled was Aegon. It excited you to no end thinking about why he was banned from speaking to you. You needed to know why it was prohibited and see if it was as exciting as you thought.

Dusk had fallen on the keep and the light from the windows was beginning to fill the corridors orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. You were supposed to return to your chambers immediately after your septa lesson but had time to stroll. Right now, your brothers would still be in the dragon pit, your mother in a council meeting and Ser Harwin getting ready for his nightly patrol. It was price time to make an escape and seek him out. 

You found him in a compromising position. He was curled up in the corner of the library and reeked of wine. There was a subtle shine on his face from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you be banned from talking to him? When asleep he looked like a poor Angel. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Uncle?” You whispered into his ears. 

“Aegon?” Your soft voice began to rouse him from his slumber. His eyebrows began to furrow slightly. “Aegon, wake up.” He jumped away and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the room and you before settling with the most confused expression plastered on his face. 

“N-no Aemond isn’t here. I-it’s just me.” Aegon paused in his drunken haze. Who was me? You were too pretty to be a maid, your clothes too fancy. His eyes danced up and down your form as his brain slowly started putting it together. “Your niece. It’s __ ” 

His hands released you slowly as his mouth slightly hung agape. Why in the seven hells was Rhaenyra hiding a creature as beautiful as you? Yeah, he had seen you in passing maybe once or twice but never really got a good look. 

You had the perfect plush lips coated in a shade of pink. Your eyes were large and glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell elegantly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your neckline you had a nice chest too, for your age.  

He felt two small warm hands cup his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. Aegon stared at you confused, his lips puffed out. “Oh Aeg, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Oh gods, you were too precious. He was too dumbfounded to say anything, maybe too drunk still to fully grasp the situation.

You weren’t wrong though; someone did hurt him. His mother barged into his room and slapped him clean across the face without warning. Ranting and raving about his behavior and how he was disappointing the family. He nodded slowly, not exactly sure how he was supposed to react. You let out a deep sigh and your lips formed a frown. 

You knew exactly what to do. Your mother had done the same every time you or your siblings got hurt. You rubbed the tear stains on his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. A soft smile appearing on your lips, “don’t cry please or you’ll make me cry. You’re a prince and a good son. You ride the prettiest dragon in the world and so many people think you’re amazing. You have so much to offer and they’re just too blind to see it. So many love you, I love you and-”

You were cut off by the sounds of your mother calling out your name searching for you. You let go of his cheeks and quickly embraced him. “You’re perfect, okay? Don’t cry.” You jumped to your feet and brushed your skirts down. “I gotta go… feel better!” Aegon sat and watched your little feet scurry off into the direction of your mother's voice.

His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in the same spot. Seven hells, seriously where the fuck have you been his entire life? There was a pool of emotions swirling inside him he couldn’t fully grasp. Your little hands and soft voice saying the sweetest things to a complete stranger. The way your lips softly pressed against his forehead radiating warmth throughout his body. You were so innocent, so blindly loving… You were his. 

It was an odd thing for him to think. He never really desired someone for just himself, Aegon didn’t really care until this point. But right now all he could think about was stealing you away and keeping you tucked away in his room forever. Corrupting you slowly but only for him, no one else could see it or experience it. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible. 

He forced himself into wobbly legs and sucked in a deep breath. It was time to talk to his parents. 

The plan failed so horrifically he could swear the gods were pissing on him. He went and asked for your hand, said he was ready to be a good son, bring the families together finally. Aegon was shot down so fucking fast he got whiplash. His mother was okay with it, seeing potential benefits. But his father was adamantly against it as was his bitch sister. 

“You think I’ll let him drag my daughter into his depravity? Not until I am cold in my grave.” 

That could definitely be arranged. It made complete sense; he was the eldest son, and you were the eldest daughter. You were heir and he was the second son of the king. There was absolutely no reason for rejection besides their own selfish, impossible to understand reasons. 

It didn’t really fucking matter. When he wanted something, he got it one way or another. Thus, he came up with a plan to steal you away and woo his way into your heart permanently. 

Aegon had stayed painstakingly sober the entire day and avoided any of the whores he usually wasted his time with. He waited til long after the sun had set to sneak through Maegor’s hidden tunnels to try and find your chambers. It was a hassle, he stumbled into Jacaerys’s room once and immediately backed out. Then he walked past what he assumed was a hidden entrance to your mother’s room only to hear lewd noises coming from inside.

He didn’t realize it at the time but that was when Joffrey was made. 

The deeper he walked the more aggravated he became. Why was it so fucking hard to find you? It took him several failed attempts until he finally lightly pushed open the door to a room seeping with light. He peered in and saw you sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to your chest. How cute, you were scared of the dark and slept with a bear, he thought to himself. 

Aegon wasted no time welcoming himself inside and waltzing over to the side of the bed where you slept. He brushed a loc of your hair out of your face and admired how beautiful you looked, even while asleep. If he was totally honest, he could stay here and watch you sleep all night, but he had things he needed to do. 

“Hey princess,” he spoke softly as he nudged your shoulder. Unlike him, you were an extremely light sleeper. You opened your eyes and they immediately shot wide open. You attempted to let out a scream at the intruder, but he swiftly shoved his hand onto your mouth. “Shhh! Shhh, it’s just me. It’s Aegon.” 

Your face relaxed and you blinked your eyes a few times trying to decipher if this was a dream or reality. “Aegon,” you murmured into the palm of his hand. “I’ll let go if you swear to be quiet. Promise?” You nodded your head and he slowly pulled back; a wide grin plastered over his face showcasing his perfectly even teeth. “Good morning, princess.”

You rubbed your eyes and peered over to the window. “It’s still nighttime…” you drawled into a yawn. “I know, it’s the only time you’re alone.” You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry it’s just-” your words were stuck in your throat as he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “No need to be sorry, princess. I’m here now, aren’t I?” 

“Y-yeah.” Aegon stood up off the floor and handed you a cloak he had balled up in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it towards. “You don’t ever get to leave right? Well, I leave all the time so I thought I could take you into the city for some fun.”  

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But there was an aching sensation at the back of your head. The sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do. The fear of disappointing her was strong and the fear of potential punishment even stronger. “I- I can’t. My mother would be furious.” 

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Besides, you wouldn’t want to make me cry, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” His blue eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. It was manipulative, he knew but it worked every time. “I won’t tell anyone, " you said in a nervous whisper. 

His frown quickly grew into a wide smile, flashing wolf life teeth. Aegon’s eyes had a mischievous glint behind him when he spoke, “good girl, put this on.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. You blushed and nodded your head in agreement. 

It didn’t take long for Aegon to grab your hand and whisk you far away from where you were meant to be. You clung to his arm as you both scurried through the dark corridors. The farther you went the smell of dust and cow dung intensified as did the conversation of city folk outside the walls. 

The streets of King’s Landing were dirty but so much more alive than you ever thought they could be. It was the hour of the bat and yet the streets were bright with fires lit at every corner. The streets were crammed with people from all walks of life, travelers, merchants, witches, performers, whores, musicians, and knights. It was quite the spectacle for a young girl who had been confined to a castle. 

Aegon was reveling in your excitement and awe, still blissfully unaware of the depravity that shrouded these streets. Your voice carried the joy only of someone as innocent to the world as you could possess. It was fucking magical how you gazed up at him like he was your savior. 

To his surprise, you babbled about more than any girl he’d ever met. It should be annoying, but he was drowning in the presence of your voice and the way your fingers would squeeze his own when the topic turned to something that moved you. You had completely captured him with your accidental charm.   

But as the night went on his original scheme drifted into the back of his like a distant memory. Aegon couldn’t take you where he wanted, you were too good for it. The prying eyes of others would probably send him into a blind rage anyway. It was already beginning to build as random passersby simply looked at you. 

To avoid a possible murder or maiming he whisked you away to a final destination. Aegon told you people here eat, drink and play music here until the dawn rises. There were musicians and poets singing while people danced around them. Men and women were laughing and drowning themselves in what you presumed could only be wine. There were several dragon shaped lanterns that occasionally spewed fire lighting the corner of the world you reside in. 

It was pretty spectacular in the eyes of a girl. But it was also the place where your inevitable downfall began. It started with a glass of ale, not wine, that Aegon offered you. It burned your throat as you swallowed it, whatever you had made him chuckle and use that nickname again. It inspired you to drink more and keep receiving soft praises from your uncle. 

You could feel it flow through your body slowly warming your insides and sending a slight tingly sensation in your limbs. That’s when the music started to sound good enough to dance. You bounced around Aegon in possibly the worst showing of dance moves he’d ever seen. It was cute though, to him at least. 

That’s when you decided to drink more and fully let go of whatever expectations of a princess rested in the back of your mind. One, two, three, you lost count after the first. Aeggy refused to dance but he occasionally twirled you around and let you hang onto his shoulders. 

As time passed on so did any semblance of sobriety you had left. Your words were slurring together, and your movements became sloppy, the ability to stand was nearly completely lost. That’s when Aegon declared it was time to bring you home. At first, you tried to reject the idea and fight back, but your muscles were just as weak as your mind. 

He lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could carry your little self-home. It was okay, at first being carried by Aegon. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebumps through your body. The low whisper of his voice telling you sweet things echoing in the walls of your mind. Then came a new feeling between your legs when his lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. Every sensation was heightened to a point it had never reached before. 

It was a warm ache between your legs that kept getting worse the longer you were wrapped around him. You were worried, what if the wetness between your legs was your moonblood. How insanely embarrassing would that be if you bled on your uncle? You tried to untangle yourself, but he put two firm hands onto your waist and pulled you back in. 

The sudden friction between your legs caused you to yelp, a quiet yelp that did not go unnoticed. He paused his steps, glancing at you avoiding his eyes then back at the street to the keep. His lips slowly curled into a smirk only he could wear so well. Aegon didn’t say anything the entire way back home, though a million things were racing through his mind. 

The walk home was agonizing, every once in a while, he would move in a way that sent electricity from your core to the depths of your stomach. You didn’t even notice the tiny few whimpers that came from your throat, but he did. Oh, Aegon was noticing it all, every sound, every movement, every look, the warm feeling between your legs that was growing damp across his waist, and it was driving him mad. 

He should have been a good little prince and placed you on your bed and left but he had never been a good prince. Aegon wanted to know how far he could take it before you melted beneath him. Obviously, like a good uncle he helped you undress into your night clothes since you were too drunk to do anything. 

“Come on, princess. Time to lay down.” You begrudgingly threw yourself onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You couldn’t sleep, your undergarments were uncomfortably wet, and the ache continued to get worse. You obviously couldn’t tell him any of this, so you laid there, suffering. 

Unexpectedly Aegon climbed into bed he was on top of you, his knee moved to press in between your legs and your eyes widened from their half-lidded state. “Are you okay, niece? You look… frustrated.”  His face was plastered in fake concern, though you couldn’t tell. You clenched your legs together trying to prevent him from moving. “I-I’m fine,” Aegon moved his knee to rub against your core just once, your legs unconsciously tightened around him. “U-uncle,” you stuttered out in a near whimper. 

“If there’s something wrong, I can help you…” He moved his knee into your core, and you bit down onto your lip trying to stifle the sound threatening to come out. Aegon, though a good actor could not hide the glint behind his eyes. He leaned into you, pulling your lip out from your teeth with thumb. “I can show you what helps me feel better.” 

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. The taste of sweet mead filling your mouth. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you. 

He slipped his tongue down your throat and entangled it with your own. The feeling of need was becoming too much so you moved your hips, finally. A soft moan forced itself out of your throat as you desperately tried to move against, aching for something you didn’t understand. A few tears slipped from your eye wetting his cheek. 

Aegon chuckled into your mouth before pulling back, you whined at the loss of both his lips and his knee. The throbbing feeling between your legs became increasingly worse every second he wasn’t there. “It aches, doesn’t it?” Your face flushed red as your eyes bore into him, the true image of innocence laid out beneath him. 

His hand traveled from your cheek to the hem of your dress bunched up at the ends of your thighs. Aegon slipped his hand underneath the fabric and hovered over your cunt. You grabbed his hand and stopped his movements, “N-no we can’t.” He cocked an eyebrow, “why not? You hurt and I’m the only one who can fix it.” Your grip on his hand slowly relented, “but i-it’s inappropriate.” 

Aegon forced his hand forward so he could cup your cunt. It was completely soaked and so needy for release, how could he stop? “No, it’s not. I’m your uncle and it’s my job to take care of my sweet niece.” You bit your lip in contemplation, the feeling of his palm on your clit made you want to cry. It was too much, the feeling in your core was too much.  “Please, Aeg.” 

He crushed his lips into yours forcing all the breath out of your lungs. His fingers slid up and down your slit collecting your wetness on his finger. His other hand moved to palm your dress and pinch your nipples beneath your gown. Your moans threatened to echo throughout the keep but he swallowed each one with his lips. 

Aegon forced one finger inside your cunt and immediately you clenched around him. Gods, you were so fucking tight he would have to force in the second. Your back arched as he moved his fingers to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling of your core tightening was overwhelming, tears began to stream from your face and your nails dug into his shoulder. 

Your hips moved unconsciously into his hand, pleading for release. His thumb moved to rubbed circles around your clit and all thoughts you had were dumbed down. “A-aeg!” You whimpered into his mouth; the coil tightening was overwhelming all of your senses. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out of your dripping cunt were filling the room. 

“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” His movements were faster, harsher and more desperate than before. “P-p-please,” you stuttered out in a loud moan as your legs began to clench around his hand. He growled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Cum on my fingers, baby. That’s right, be a good fucking girl for your uncle.” His fingers curled up and pressed deep into the spongy spot inside you. You felt your cunt clench around him, your core tightening harder than before until the coil broke. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body began to shake and the feeling of ecstasy washed over you. 

You crashed, your legs twitching as he continued to move circles around your sensitive clit. Aegon pulled his fingers out and your body mourned the loss of him. He wiped his hand on his clothes and bent his head down to place kisses all over your face. “You did so good, princess.” He spoke in between the pecks he placed on your face. 

“Aeg… I’m tired.” Your body was limp, and your eyes began to close on their own. “Shh, go to sleep, princess. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, surprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his trousers, and it was leaking out onto your clothes. 

So, he had to change you. Aegon didn’t mind, watching you sleep so peacefully and taking care of his little angel was nice. Especially after what you had given him. He stayed the night, watching you sleep peacefully until the sun rose over the horizon and he scurried into his own room. 

It became a horrible routine between the two of you. Aegon convinced you only he could make you feel that way, so you had to come to him if you wanted it. He would always visit at night, though most times you simply stayed inside. He touched you in places that were meant to be forbidden and you came undone beneath him… repeatedly. 

You enjoyed him for more than that though. Unlike your brothers or other family, he was always there. Always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in his own way. 

Aegon was completely addicted, and it was going to kill him eventually. If you weren’t awake when he came, he would just sit and watch you sleep, occasionally taking his place besides you. If you were awake, he craved your attention and your body… and he always got it. You were so kind and loving towards him, completely unaware of how others viewed him. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was a good man. 

No one had ever said those words to him before. It’s why the addiction started and why it had no chance of ending soon.  When he was upset you kissed him and whispered words of encouragement. You went out of your way to make him feel happy and deserving of the life he had. And it’s why, for a short time, his behavior started to improve drastically. 

It shocked essentially everyone around him, especially his mother. For a moment she was almost proud, maybe her speeches finally got to him, and he was taking being a king seriously. That was before Aegon told her he was only behaving this way so he could prove to Rhaenyra, he deserved you. The situation caused a whole different type of stress for Alicent. 

 Things were looking up anyway. Especially since your mother had officially started letting you out on your own. You were now a teenager and had to learn some type of independence. The dragon pit was your favorite place even though your mount was a lazy bum. 

Plus, you got to spend lots of time in the pit with your uncle and you got to watch him train with the other boys. Of course, a few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship. 

Aegon, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin your innocence completely. It was hard to explain how exactly he felt. It was like he needed you to breathe or eat or do anything. It was bordering on a very unhealthy obsession combined with genuine fondness. 

It was new and it was perfect. He was no longer lost in this world with nothing to live for. 

 Until the day you abandoned him for Dragonstone. He cried, a pathetic and desperate display to his mother asking for her to keep you here. He pleaded for them to just allow you to be wed, he begged to let you stay as her ward. He made promises he probably couldn’t keep but tried, nonetheless.

All he got was sympathy, it was out of her hands completely. The king and his whore sister made the decision to forbid a marriage. They made the decision to let you be sent away to that desolate, rain filled, and droll island. To make it worse the gods decided to spite him and have him betrothed to his own sister. 

He almost immediately got worse the second you boarded the ship. Aegon fell right back into his old habits of whoring, drinking and being a massive cunt. The shift was bound to happen so no one was surprised but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep him under control. Everyone else fell back into their old habits of beating and berating him any chance they got…

Aegon only ever really felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He could feel, touch, hear and smell you again in his dreams. For a few hours every night he was back in your room making stupid jests only you would laugh at. It was like heaven every time he closed his eyes… Then he woke up. 

To ease his suffering, he fisted his cock while smelling the clothes you had left behind pretending it was you. If not that he would get drunk and imagine all the ways he could kill your mother and his so, he could steal you away. One day, he would take something from them that they truly loved so they could understand exactly how he felt. For now, he tormented Aemond and did everything in his power to piss his parents off. 

Luckily for Aegon and those close to him, Laena Velaryon died in childbirth and his chance to be reunited came sooner than expected. The ride on Sunfyre was one of the best he’s had in ages. It was as if he could sense who they were seeing and was absorbing his rider's excitement. It seems important to mention Sunfyre has a fondness of your she-dragon who he may or may not have tried to breed on several occasions. 

The funeral was fucking boring. He didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really care either. Aegon spent most of the time ignoring the speech and scanning the crowd for your little form. He didn’t find you, so he fled into a corner with his wine and brother close on his tail.

Your mother was stalking about staring at Daemon, Helaena was mumbling riddles to herself while playing with a bug, the bastards were comforting the Velaryons, and Aemond was on his left half asleep. Where in the seven hells was his little princess? As the sky began to cover itself in a shade of gray, he spotted you. 

For a sliver of a second he was overjoyed, he dropped his wine and stood up straight preparing to walk over. The crowd began to dissipate and on your right was a young Velaryon boy with his arm wrapped around you showing off whatever was in his hands. His eye twitched and his firsts unconsciously bawled up til his knuckles turned white. Aemond peeked over and scoffed, “it’s a waste of time.”  

“I’m gonna kill him.” Aemond rolled his eyes and slumped back into the wall. His obsession with the bastard was beyond him but everything his brother does is beyond him. Aegon spent the rest of his funeral staring daggers into the boys next to you. He was making you laugh and touching you far too much for his liking. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Aegon couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside his stomach, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night. 

It is rumored by the maesters later that night King Aegon took his first life by feeding an unsuspecting boy to his dragon. Others claim the boy simply drowned in the high tide that night and was washed away to sea. The body was never found so no one truly knows… Aemond, personally and wholeheartedly believed his brother pushed the boy into the water and let him sink. Driftmark no matter how you looked at it was a terrible night for all involved. 

The hour of the bat, a time of night you learned to love dearly was now a time of loneliness. Dragonstone was incredibly terrible especially since your uncle was nowhere in those walls. You were severely depressed to say the very least. You knew he was coming today and wanted to seek him out but failed to find him. 

It didn’t stop you from sneaking out at night in a very desperate search for him. It took around twenty minutes for you to weasel your way through Driftmark to his supposed chambers. You ran full force into Aemond on the way which made you both fall to the ground. He was going to try and claim that damned dragon you saw him watching her all day and you were going to reunite with your uncle-lover. Both of you would be in the deepest shit known to man if anyone found out. 

So, a silent pact was made to tell no one where either was going. You knew it was a real deal because he helped you off the floor and nodded his head in the direction of the room you were trying to find. ‘Good luck,’ you whispered quietly as you both scurried off in opposite directions. 

Much to your dismay he was passed out drunk. You had to literally shake him awake. “Aeg… Aegon!” You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders. He moaned, groaned, tried to push you away but you were determined. “Wake up! We don’t have all night.” You swore you saw his ears perk up like a dog. His eyes opened and he shot up in bed nearly knocking you off. 

“You!” He grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “Yes, it’s me! Where the hell have you been all day?” Aegon looked offended and almost betrayed, “where have I been? Watching you swoon over some Velaryon cunt.” You scoffed, “watching me? I looked for you all day! I had to give up and talk to a cousin I barely knew.” 

His eyebrows furrowed together, “if you barely knew him then why was he all over you?” You grabbed his face, “if you paid any attention, I was trying to escape him the entire time.” Hm, he could have been blinded by jealousy and didn’t notice you politely backing away and avoiding the kid’s eyes completely. He thought you were acting shy and coy, but this made sense. 

“You still love me?” He did this more often while drunk. If he ever felt insecure his blue eyes would turn pale and start to water. His lips puffed out slightly and he bore into your soul begging for consolation. You knew the quickest way to make his fears go away. 

You pressed a kiss on his lips, trying to drink away all of his fears. Aegon pulled your face as close as possible, sucking all the air from your lungs. Your lips danced around each other passionately trying to make up for the time apart. 

“I still love you, Aeggy.” You murmured into his lips; a faint grin formed on his mouth. With his eyes half lidded he whispered, “prove it to everyone then.” You chuckled softly; a soft look of confusion plastered on your features. “How do we do that?” His hands slipped down to your waist, then to your thighs rubbing them slightly. “Give me all of you before they take you away.”

There was a deafening pause in both of your movements. The amount of trouble you would both get into would be life altering. Losing your maidenhood to someone who you weren’t wed to was a sin, a crime even. “So, you don’t really love me. You don’t even trust me enough with yourself.” 

It felt like a sword was plunged through your heart. Of course, you loved him. Of course, you wanted to give him everything. “T-that’s not-” he released his hold on your thighs and ripped his face away from yours. “Get out.” You grabbed his hands and tried to pull them back to you, “Aegon please this isn’t-” His eyes turned dark, his hands were ripped out of your grasp. “Don’t lie to me. You used me and now you’re discarding me just like everyone else.” 

Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. You never ever used him; you loved him with all your heart. There was never another person who made you feel the same way he did. “Please, I love you,” your lips trembled while you spoke. “I don’t love you.” 

You shook your head no, no, no, no, no, your entire world came crashing down at once. The sword in your heart ripped it in half. Your breath quickened and your arms began to shake. The tears that threatened to fall came pouring out of your eyes. “Please- pleas- I love you- please- you can have it- anything you want please don’t leave me.” Your cries were near incoherent. 

He was evil, this was the absolute proof of it. Aegon knew he was lying to have you; he knew exactly what hold he had over you and did it anyway. You just couldn’t understand, if he took your maidenhead, you could be together forever. He wasn’t just doing this for himself, it was for both of your sakes. It was blisteringly obvious he would never stop loving you.

“Shh, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his chest and combed his slender fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be together forever, okay? I'm never leaving you.” He lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. Even when you cried you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Let me show you how much I love you.” You nodded your head desperately. 

It took minutes before you were laid out flat on the bed. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside your core. It was new and the pleasure was radiating throughout your body faster than before. Aegon swirled his tongue in circle around your clit as he brutally fucked you with his fingers.

Your hips bucked up to meet his face and he growled a response. The vibrations sent waves of heat through your veins. Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm began to wash over you, far quicker than ever before.  You cried out at the feeling of the coil coming undone in your stomach. You could feel his lips form into a smile, he placed kisses onto your sensitive clit causing you to whimper. It wasn’t over, he had just started. 

Aegon pulled away and you whined at the loss of his heat on top of you. Then you heard the sound of his trousers being pulled off, you looked away out of politeness. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s all yours.” You pulled your head off of the pillow and your eyes widened. Aegon was thick, incredibly thick and you couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside you. 

His tip was a bruising pink, and you could see his seed already beginning to leak out. It looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. He climbed on top of you without a moment's notice and rubbed himself against your dripping slit. “Aegon,” you whined as he teased your entrance. 

Aegon leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He prodded your entrance, “just be a good girl for me. It will only hurt for a second, I promise.” You tried to open your mouth to reply but an incredibly loud scream escaped your lips as he slowly began forcing himself inside. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath. 

The sensation of being filled to the brim made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Aegon moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you. You moaned incoherently as his tip pushed into that spot inside of you. What started out as pain was quickly turning into pleasure. 

You wanted him deeper inside you, you needed him to fill you completely. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him into you. He moaned as your cunt swallowed his length entirely. “So needy for my cock, princess.” You whimpered breathlessly underneath him, “please Aegon.” He moved his hand to cup your face, so you were staring at him. Your eyes were blown out in desire and your face was flushed a deep shade of red. 

It was as if Aphrodite was underneath him begging for him to fuck her. “That’s a good girl begging for me.” His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Yes! uncle, please. Please!” You stuttered between moans and whimpers. 

His lips crashed into yours stifling your moans as he forced himself deeper inside you at a bruising pace. His cock pounded against your cervix and not even his lips could fully swallow your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me.” Aegon’s praise made you whimper for more.

His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. “My good girl,” he moaned into your ear, putting emphasis on ‘my’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him. The friction of his skin rubbing against your clit caused you to start coming undone. 

“Aeg- aegon- please cum for me.” He never expected those words to pour from your mouth like a carefully constructed melody. Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began to whine as you clenched around him. As your core began to tighten you moaned a symphony, “I love you, I love you, I love you-” 

Aegon picked up his pace, brutally fucking you with every ounce of energy he had. You felt the heat in your core turn into a fire as ecstasy started to wash over you. Your cunt clenching hard trying to drain every ounce of him.

The door slammed open “My Prince! It’s urgent-” Both of your heads shot to the entrance, staring at the mortified king’s guard whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked. 

Silence, the walk to the grand hall of Driftmark was completely silent. The guard behind you refusing to make eye contact with either of you. You could barely walk straight; your body was sore, and wetness was dripping down your legs. 

All you could do right now was pray to the gods he didn’t snitch. Your hair was a mess, sweat was glistening on your faces, your night clothes were a mess, Aegon probably had your juices still on him, your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your lips were bruised… you were done for. 

Although, as you entered the hall you noticed everyone else looked far worse than you. You noticed your brother’s bloody faces first and rushed over to them. Aegon immediately wanted to die the second you left his side. He wasn’t concerned at all; this was meant to be found out about. 

Except, why now of all fucking nights. His brother had been maimed by your bastard brothers and his mother was in a frenzy. All he could do was stare at him in shock, the feeling of guilt washing over him. Aegon should have been there for Aemond, he should have saved him. 

He glanced at you and your brothers were looking at you in disgust. Even when you reached out to comfort them, they pushed you away. Bastards, vile disgusting bastards. 

It only got worse from there. Your mother came rushing in, obviously after fucking her uncle. He wanted to laugh, like mother like daughter. His mother was frantic demanding for justice, Rhaenyra screeching bullshit and you tucking yourself behind everyone. 

Then the question was asked. “Aegon! Where were you?!” He didn’t even get a chance to reply before the king’s guard swooped in to make matters worse. “He was in his room, your grace… with the princess.” His head nodded towards you, and you looked absolutely mortified. 

He should have waited to take it, he should have never made you do anything. Everyone in the room stared at you, just you. It took mere seconds for Rhaenyra to see exactly what had happened, only fueling her fury. Alicent, on the other hand, looked even more upset. The slap she so harshly laid across his face echoed throughout the room, completely silencing it. 

There would be no justice since he had chosen the perfect day to defile the king’s favorite grandchild and his sister’s favorite child. You should hate him; you should want him dead. “Who told you these lies boy?” His father’s voice was filled with venom. “Aegon.” His father’s eyes turned dark as he tried to limp his way over to him. 

“That’s not true! I told him… both of them.”  A soft, quiet voice from the other side of the room caught everyone’s attention. You were defending him against the wrath of your family when he had just quite possibly ruined your reputation. If his obsession was bad, then it definitely got a thousand times worse at that moment. 

Everything that happened after that was a complete blur. Insults were thrown, threats were laid out, his mother pulled a knife on his sister, and you fled the scene with your head down. It was like a fucking fever dream that didn’t seem to end. 

It got worse the next day. The verbal assault he received from his mother was one for the history books. As was the slap that turned into a giant bruise on his cheek. Aegon was absolutely banished from ever talking, touching, or breathing near you. Any attempt at reaching out would immediately be cut down. His father said nothing of it, probably realizing his mistake in not wedding you sooner. Even Aemond, who should have despised him, forgave him.

It didn’t matter what they thought, he loved you, he wanted you, he needed you, and he was going to fucking have you. Aegon realized several things that night. You needed to be saved from your family as quickly as possible. The bastards and his whore sister needed to die sooner than late. Lastly, he was going to become king no matter what he did. 

You were forbidden from ever speaking to Aegon again. It was awkward to say the least when you had to tell your mother everything. She should have been mad, hit you, yelled at you but she only hugged you when you cried. Your mother knew you didn’t tell anyone you were bastards. She knew you wouldn’t lose your maidenhead unless you truly believe they loved you. However, it was a secret that you could never ever tell anyone else. 

You can never repeat what you said that night, but it was okay, you only wanted to protect who you loved. She explained how Aegon was taking advantage of you and men lie to get what they want. They prey on innocent girls, pretend to love them to get what they want, then discard them. Your mother repeatedly told you it wasn't your fault for your kind heart. She stated it was her own failure for not protecting you from it. 

You didn’t truly believe it was all lies, at least, not all of it. It didn’t really matter now, he was gone forever, and you were alone on Driftmark. 

Until you and your family would have to return to King’s Landing, five years later.

[ellieanddinacanlitstabme]

Really?!

??? x Youtuber! Reader

So i dont really know if i want this to be an abby fic or a ellie one bc technically ellie won but also i feel like it would be so much fun if it was a triangle or js an abby fic 🙏🏻 so this is for now js "??? X youtuber! reader"

You and Ellie were currently at your place on the couch, she was talking about how her "eternal enemy" abby was a complete shit hole. Talking about her hair, style , personality and the way she talks, you even thought that she had a major crush on her for a good while and you also were kind of jealous.

You and Ellie knew each other since you were 12, you weren't into games , you were kind of like the popular girl at school that everyone had a crush on , including Ellie. I mean is there any other reasons for her to approach you other than you being everything that she talked about?

"yeah, oh and yesterday her hair looked like SHIT lemme show you" she said as she pulled out her phone and not much later shoved it in your face

That abby girl was H O T. Meaning every single one of the letters in that word. You felt bad for Ellie though, she was your best friend for years, you really didn't want to lose her for a really hot blonde

"oh yeah, couldn't be worse" you replied, eyes slightly looking away

It's around 9 pm , you're eating dinner and Ellie went home not long ago.

"that top really suits her" you thought... Wait what the fuck. Well if you follow her on your secret account no one would know.. right?

You were about to go to sleep when you got a notification

"you're now friends with ABBY_andrs!"

Oh you fucked up HARD.

How stupid did you have to be to not check on which account you are on before following the BIGGEST hatred of your best friend for years. The important thing right now is to remove the follow and hope no one saw that.

You went on Abby's account

"@ellie.willie look who followed"

fuck.

(ring ring!)

Els🤓 is calling!

"hey?"

"YOU FOLLOWED THAT BLONDE?"

"no?"

"LOOK AT HER POST"

"uh .. whats her @?"

"ABBY_andrs"

"...WHAT! This is obviously photoshop!" You didn't even bother to actually look at Abby's account

".. really? We should sue her!" Ellie's been watching those crazy reddit stories on tiktok .

"WHAT?...i mean... No Ellie it's not that serious... I'm sure she's just kidding"

"... Fine"

And the next day you woke up with hundreds of notifications...

ABBY_andrs : "@readers.acc_name wanna collab i can be better than willie silly"

...

@sapphicontherun (idk if its working or nah but i think it isnt☹️)

[itsbeeble]

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER (pt 1)

SUMMARY: It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

GENRE: smut, very little fluff, a lot of angst

PAIRING: Kevin Moon x afab!reader

WC: 4.3k

SERIES MASTERLIST PART 2

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez @flwoie

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: insults (nonsexual), mentions of injuries, mentions of what is basically sabotage, kevin is actually really kind of a bad person to y/n yall im sorry, kevin is still stupid (keeping with the trends), kevin is emotionally constipated but so is y/n but she's less emotionally constipated, pining, enemies to lovers, making out, marking, hair pulling, scratching, dry humping, poor attempts at humor, guys i'm actually warning you kevin is a total asshole in this

A/N: Idk why i went the angsty route for this but i'm very very excited to be releasing the final installment of this series. this was supposed to be released on christmas but me and fawn did not give ourselves NEARLY enough time to actually prepare this so we had to push it off. Much love, kiss kiss. Anyway thank you to everyone for reading this collab. This is part 1 of the final installment, so please be on the lookout for part 2 on fawn's page!!

You couldn’t have been more excited to be partnered with Kevin Moon for the end-of-year exhibition. He was kind, he was incredibly talented, he was funny, he—

“You have to be fucking joking.”

— hated your goddamn guts.

You weren’t even sure why. One day the two of you had been just a couple of freshmen, excited to become the best versions of yourselves, and the next…it was like Kevin suddenly decided that he just hated everything about you. He did everything from mocking your solo performances to outright screaming at you for the tiniest of mistakes that not even your professors had picked up on. Your foot was a centimeter too far to the left, your back was arched too much, or your arm looked flimsy. Anything that he could possibly berate you for, he found it. 

“Language, Moon.” Your professor scolded, hovering beside you and gauging both of your reactions. Your thumbnail is wedged between your teeth, and your free hand is wrapped around your waist. Kevin is fuming across from you, staring at the paper with such intensity you fear that it would catch fire. 

“Professor, you can’t possibly expect me to work with her!” Kevin flings his hand out in your direction, and you scoff. 

“You make it sound like this is my fault.” 

“Isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow, lips curling up into a nasty sneer. “Most things usually are.”

“Oh really?” You drop your hands to your side, taking a small step toward him. 

“Yes!” 

“Like what?” 

You’re inches away from each other now, a palpable tension between the two of you that had your professor shuffling back uncomfortably. A few lingering students glanced at the two of you, whispering amongst each other. 

Do you think they really hate each other?

I think that they’re doing this just for show, just like Sangyeon and his girlfriend.

Maybe they really do hate each other…or, at least, one of them does.

“Like the class performance of Princess and the Pauper last year.” Kevin grins smugly, as if he’d won some sort of competition between the two of you. There’s a flash of anger and hurt in your eyes.

“Let’s not remember that you were the one who dropped me, Kevin.” The smugness dissipates and now your “opponent” is standing uncomfortably before you. 

“I— I know that, but—” You cut him off abruptly, and there are a few tears brimming in your eyes. 

“You know damn fucking well that the performance would’ve been fine had you not intentionally let me fall. It’s your fault that happened, not mine.”

“Y/N,” your professor warns. “Let’s calm down, shall we?” 

Her hand on your shoulder steels you, and your body relaxes. 

“The two of you,” she speaks slowly and calmly but there’s cold authority in her tone, “are going to work together on this performance, and you are going to work nicely. I will not be tolerating arguments this time. If you two cannot prove to me that you can work together as a team then I will fail you, and I will recommend you both be removed from the program. Am I understood?”

You bite on your tongue, eyeing Kevin and waiting for him to respond first. His words dug deep into you. It was easy for you to take the blame for mistakes you made, for starting on the wrong beat. But for him to blame you for his mistake? That was going too far. That was crossing a line that no dancer should ever cross (i know nothing about dancing). 

“Understood,” Kevin mutters after a moment, and you nod your head slowly. 

“Understood.”

“I think we should do Angel by Keshi.”

“And I think that’s the dumbest fucking idea I’ve ever heard.”

Your eyes widen when Kevin says that with his back flat on the ground of the practice room you’d rented. He’s got a stress ball in his hand, throwing it toward the ceiling and waiting for it to fall back down into his hand. For at least an hour, it had been, essentially, a one-sided discussion with you throwing out ideas and Kevin ignoring you as best he could until you threatened to tell the professor he wasn’t being cooperative. He’d proceeded to call you a “stupid snitch” before responding to each suggestion you threw out with something negative.

“If it’s so dumb then how about you give a suggestion for once?” You retort. “Instead of just sitting there moping like a child.” 

“Ooh, good one,” Kevin says mockingly, his eyes narrowing at you after. You know he can see you’re getting frustrated with him. You can see it in the smirk he sends your way as he sits up. “Stings real bad, Y/N.”

“Why are you such a prick?” You grab your crossed ankles, rocking back and forth on your butt. 

“Why are you such a teacher’s pet?”

“I’m…I’m literally not.” Your head tilts and Kevin shrugs.

“Sure you aren’t.” 

“Can you focus please?” Kevin rolls his eyes when you change the subject, leaning back onto the palms of his hands and spreading his legs out in front of him. 

“I’ve been focused, you’re the one who keeps getting distracted by me.” 

Your jaw falls slack. You kept getting distracted? The whole time the two of you had been in this room, he had done absolutely nothing to contribute. You, arguably, were the only one not distracted!

“What if we did—”

“Partition by Beyoncé.” Kevin interrupts you, and you quirk an eyebrow.

“I’m not doing that song with you.”

A smirk, and he leans forward. “Why? Afraid you’ll be seduced by your enemy?” 

It's too late for that. “Nope. I just don’t wanna be that close to you at all. You fucking smell.” 

For the first time ever, Kevin falls silent. His jaw hangs open and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. Internally, you cheer at how you were likely the first person (as far as you know) to make him shut up for a few moments. 

“I do not smell!” He snaps, finally jolted from his stupor when you clear your throat. 

“You kinda do, Kev,” you pick at something on the ground. “Sorry to be the one that broke it to you.”

“Don’t call me Kev.” 

You look at him, and his nose is wrinkled with disgust. He doesn’t look angry, per se, but he isn’t exactly the most pleased you’ve seen him. 

“Sorry.” 

Kevin goes quiet again, and now both of you are picking at the floor. 

“So we’re doing Angel, right?” You ask, trying to clear the awkward air. Your partner kisses his teeth and shakes his head.

“I really think we should do Partition.”

“Why are you so set on doing such a sexual song?” Your cheeks are warm, but you try to ignore it as best you can. Kevin notices, that smug smile returning to his face.

“Why are you so uncomfortable with it? People love these types of performances.” He has a point, but you’ll die before you let him know it. “They love tension between dancers. Gives them a thrill.”

“It’ll be thrilling when they see my fist in your face,” you mumble so he can’t hear you.

“What?” His eyebrows knit together and you smile coyly.

“What?” Your voice is pitched up to mock him, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. 

“We’re doing Partition.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” 

He kisses his teeth again, returning to leaning on the palms of his hands. You lay flat on your back, fingers splayed across your stomach. 

“You’re annoying. You know that, right?” You hear him shift on the ground, and then his face appears in your periphery  A dry laugh escapes you.

“That’s not what your mom said last night.” 

“Don’t— don’t talk about my mom.” You lift your head off the ground, a lazy grin plastered onto your face when you see Kevin’s lips twitching. “That— that wasn’t funny. Like, at all.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t, Kevin.” You agree, lowering your head back to the ground. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You aren’t funny.” He stands up, gathering his belongings and keeping his back turned. Had you not seen him fighting a smile just a moment ago, you would have thought he was truly angry with you. Or, perhaps, he was angry with you, but the joke was enough to get him to crack a smile.

“I believe you,” you sat up again, following his lead and grabbing your own items. “Totally. Why wouldn’t I?” 

He turns to look at you again, his expression shockingly dull when he meets your eyes. The tension is back, and you shuffle awkwardly in your spot. In the silence of the practice room, you’re struck with the urge to ask him questions. Why he hates you, why he dropped you during the performance. It had been on your mind for so long, but not once have you had the strength to ask. Now, though, you have an unstoppable urge. 

You clear your throat, dipping your head down for a second and then lifting it to keep your eyes on him. 

“Why d—” 

You’ve barely gotten one word out before Kevin interrupts you again, taking long and heavy steps to the door. It’s as if he’d sensed your questions, your curiosity. His timing certainly made it seem that way.

“I’ll text you when we can start working on the choreography.”

Kevin slams the door of the TBZ house so hard that the walls shake. 

“Why the fuck are you slamming my doors?” Sangyeon yells from his bedroom, his voice muffled by the distance between them. 

“Sorry!” Kevin yells back, but he’s not. He’s not sorry at all, not now at least. Why the fuck did he have to get paired with you? Of all the people in the class, why did the professor think it was a good idea to stick the two people who hate each other the most on a team?

“You’re lucky that Sangyeon’s too busy getting his dick sucked to care that you slammed the door.” Changmin peers at Kevin from the kitchen counter, hunched over with a frog-shaped cup in his hand. The older of the two wrinkles his nose in disgust, making his way to the counter and sinking into a barstool. 

“Didn’t need to know that detail, but thanks anyway.” 

“No problem,” Changmin grins sarcastically, lifting his cup as a sort of toast. “What’s got you so ticked off anyway?”

“Some stupid assignment my professor assigned me.”

“Oh, right. The dance one?” 

“Yeah.” 

Kevin drops his head into his hands, rubbing at his eyes with the base of his palms. Then he raises his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“Wait, how did you know about the assignment?” 

“One of my friends is in that class,” Changmin sets his cup down and leans forward to fold his arms on the granite countertop. “He said he saw you being a dick to Y/N after you found out the two of you were partners for the exhibition.”

“Well, she deserved it,” Kevin grumbles, dropping his hands onto the counter. 

“She always deserves it, according to you.” Changmin kisses his teeth and purses his lips. “Why do you hate her, anyway? She’s a fantastic dancer, she’s super nice, she’s really pretty. She’s got your humor, too, so shouldn’t the two of you, like, get along?”

“Y/N L/N is the spawn of the devil himself, and I’ll die before I get along with her.”

“Okay, I get that, but why?”

Why. Why do you hate her so much? What could she possibly have done to make you drop her in the middle of one of the most important performances of your college career?

“She…” Kevin trails off, his face heating up with embarrassment. “She spilled coffee on me during freshman year.” 

For a few moments, Changmin says nothing and Kevin thinks that the younger man didn’t hear him. Then he speaks, and Kevin wishes he hadn’t said anything at all.

“You…broke a girl’s ankle…and almost ruined her chances at ever dancing again…” Changmin speaks slowly, trying to comprehend the sheer absurdity of what he’d just heard. “Because…because she spilled coffee on you?”

“It wasn’t just that!” Kevin tries to defend. “She got it all over my expensive shirt, the white one you got me for my birthday back in high school. The stain wouldn’t come out, even with bleach, so I had to toss it!”

“You’re the dumbest person I have ever met, Kevin Moon.” Changmin pushes himself up to stand straight, suddenly radiating anger and startling Kevin. “You don’t fucking drop someone and break their ankle because of a goddamn shirt that I bought you from fucking Target.”

“Wait— it was from Target?” Kevin’s jaw drops.

“Yes? Did you think that I bought a wicked expensive plain white button-down shirt?”

“Well, I mean…” Kevin scratches the back of his head, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. 

“You know what?” Changmin pinches the bridge of his nose, biting down on his tongue briefly. “That’s— that’s not the point of this conversation. The point is that you’re a horrible person. You’re a horrible person and if you don’t get your shit together and apologize to that poor girl, I’m gonna get Sangyeon involved.”

“Why— I’m not a horrible person!” Kevin snaps, and Changmin scoffs.

“I truly wonder what she sees in you.” 

For a brief moment, Kevin stops breathing. In that moment, a series of thoughts run through his mind, thoughts that he can’t even begin to process.

Horrible person.

I wonder what she sees in you.

Who is ‘she?’ Why does Changmin know what she thinks of him?

He couldn’t possibly mean you. You hate him, and he hates you. There was no possible way that you cared about him at all, especially after how cruel he’d been to you. 

Right?

One week.

A whole damn week goes by before Kevin texts you to meet him at practice room 304. To be honest, you would have forgotten about the project had your professor not sent out an email the day prior requesting progress videos to be submitted by Monday morning.

“That leaves us, what, four days to draft at least half of the choreography?” You’re sipping at an iced latte, your back against the mirror as Kevin ties the laces of his sneakers. 

“Something like that.” 

He’s on edge. You can hear it in his voice. Something has him tense and you aren’t entirely sure what to do about it, especially since you aren’t the cause (for once). Part of you wants to ask him what’s wrong, but a much larger part of you is screaming to just leave it alone. For a while, you listen to that larger part. You begin working with Kevin to choreograph the song and while it was a bit awkward for you, you find it much easier to work with him than with previous partners you’d had. You ignore the way your skin burns every time he touches you— correcting your posture, helping you with a movement. You ignore how much you enjoy his hands on your body, however faint his touch is. 

You’d admit that Kevin was right about the tension. The air felt stuffy, the walls closing in on you. It was erotic, the choreography Kevin had created. It was fast, and most of the moves you’d gone through required you to have your body close to his. The audience, however, would love this, just like Kevin said. So, no, you weren’t against admitting when Kevin was right, and you would have told him that at the end of practice. 

Really, you would have!

But then Kevin starts pissing you off. 

Small, quiet comments about how ridiculous you look. Insulting how you do a specific move. Nitpicking every step, every breath, every water break. Sweat is dripping down your neck by the time Kevin officially lets you stop for a while. You can see how tired he is, can see his shoulders slumping and his legs wobbling every time he steps. 

“I think we should call it a day.” You call over to him, and he scoffs.

“Of course you would say that.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you set your water bottle down. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kevin spins to face you as you say this, his jaw ticking and his hands clenched into fists. 

“You know exactly what it means, Y/N.” He sneers, standing tall when you take long strides over to him.

“No, actually,” you fold your arms over your chest, “I don’t know what it means.” 

“Then I’ll tell you.” His face is now inches from yours, and you back up a bit. Just enough for your face to not be so close to his. “I think you’re losing your touch. I think that you’re sloppy, that you’re arrogant, you can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

Kevin goes on listing these qualities, these faults, and all the while you can only scoff knowing that those are exactly the same things you would use to describe him. 

“I think that—” he continues, but then you’re interrupting him.

“Shut the fuck up, dude.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling, but it’s not as if you’d planned to hold back anyway. “You think you’re any better than me?”

“Yes, I do.” Kevin tilts his head with a mocking smile. “I think I’m a thousand times better than you.”

“You aren’t,” you tell him, and he bites his tongue when you pretend to pout. “Sorry to burst your egotistical, self-absorbed bubble, but you aren’t better than me. You aren’t a better dancer, a better student, or a better person.” 

Kevin’s gaze hardens, and you don’t notice the step he takes toward you. Or, maybe, you do and choose to ignore it. Maybe it’s exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re full of shit.” He breathes out, and you can feel a few strands of his hair brush against your forehead. The corner of your lips lifts into a lopsided smirk.

“And so aren’t you. We aren’t so different now, are we Moon?” 

A few silent moments. Bated breaths of air. The tension between the two of you is something unlike anything you’d felt before. You take a deep breath, ready to step away from him, and then his lips are crushed against yours in a furious kiss. There’s no love or care for one another behind it, just a fatal mixture of hate and lust for one another. A build-up of tension that could only be dispelled by the two of you.

Kevin’s hands are all over your body— squeezing at your hips, running up and down your waist, brushing over the curve of your ass. Your own hands tear at his clothes, stretching the fabric beyond repair, and your nails sink into his skin, breaking it and making him hiss in pain. Your lips mesh together, your teeth clacking together and your tongues pushing together in more of a fight than a dance of dominance. 

You allow yourself to be backed into the mirror, too caught up in how good his lips feel against yours, and you almost forget how much you supposedly hate him. When his lips fall to your neck and your hands scrape their way up his back, you want to let yourself forget about all the horrible things he’s said to you. His teeth sink into the skin of your neck, listening to the way you groan at the sting, and then his tongue is laving over the spot, his lips sucking at the skin at the same time. He does that over and over again, practically covering every inch of your throat with these marks until it looks like a wild animal got to you.

“I hate you,” Kevin lifts his face from your neck, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes are dark with so many emotions that it has your stomach churning. “I hate you so fucking much.”

You try to respond, but he just squeezes your face tighter and grins maliciously at your desperate whine. He kisses you again, uncaring of the fact that your lips are smushed together and your can’t exactly kiss him back. In fact, it’s almost like that’s exactly what he wants. He wants you to struggle against him, wants you desperate and whining. 

“Isn’t this nice?” He teases, his mouth a hairsbreadth from your own. “Finally quiet for me. You’re so much prettier when you aren’t talking back to me. If I let you go, are you gonna stay quiet?” 

He releases you, and you surge forward to connect your lips in another kiss. Your arms are around his neck and his slide down to your legs, haul you up, and press you against the mirror. You wrap your legs around him, clinging tightly and forcing him impossibly closer to you. Something shifts in the way you move against each other, no longer just your lips and hands, but now your hips are grinding together and you’re moaning, and Kevin is breathless against you, throwing his head back and groaning into the open air. You use this as an opportunity to return the favor, marking his neck up in the same way he’d marked yours (if not a bit harsher). 

“Fuck,” Kevin hisses, hands squeezing so hard at your thighs you know they’ll be bruised in the morning. “Always gotta be so harsh, don’t you?”

“You just did the same thing to me,” you snap back, your body shuddering as he continues to rut against you. Your voice is shaking, containing not nearly the amount of malice you’d hoped it would. You sound desperate, you sound like you want him. Which, of course, you do. But you would prefer it if Kevin didn’t know that.

Too late.

His eyes are gleaming as if in a trance and his hands slide to your ass to drag your hips harder against yours. The pleasure continues to build, your eyes rolling back, and your head falling against the mirror. 

“Thought you hated me,” Kevin coos and laughs when you moan out his name. “Poor baby, so desperate for me you can’t even speak.”

“H-Hate you,” you whine. “Hate you s-so much.”

“I’m sure you do, baby.” He hums, watching as your body begins to convulse. He can feel himself getting closer as well, his dick twitching in his sweatpants. “Go ahead, cum all over the man you hate.”

And you do. Your body shudders, back arching off the mirror as you moan and sob against him. Your hips continue to rut into his, and eventually, he drops his head into your chest, laving with his tongue at the skin exposed by your t-shirt. Your hands are in his hair, holding tightly to the strands.

After a moment, you tap at Kevin’s head to get his attention.

And boy, do you get it. 

As if he was hit with a wave of post-nut clarity, he practically drops you to the ground with a crazed look of horror in his eyes. You frown at him, stumbling back to your feet with legs made of jelly.

“You okay?” 

He backs away from you, nearly tripping over his feet. You follow him, but he’s too fast.

“Don’t— don’t fucking come near me.” He snarls, and you flinch. It’s not fear. It’s hurt. You’re not sure why the statement hurt you, but it did and the feeling stabbed into your heart like a golden dagger. “Stay the fuck away from me. This— this was a mistake. You were a mistake.”

It’s become a sort of habit for him, you think, watching as he slams the door to the practice room. You still aren’t quite sure why it hurts, why your throat feels like it’s closing up and your stomach churns with displeasure. You turn to face the mirror, tracing a hand up your neck to touch the marks on your neck and there’s a sad smile plastered on your face.

It can’t be helped when he’s hated you for so long. 

There’s a crack in your heart, and you wonder if it’ll be fixed just like the crack in your bone from the last time he hurt you.

Kevin slams the door of his car so harshly he almost fears he broke it. The engine rumbles to life, and tires screech against the ground as he speeds out of the parking lot and gets far, far away from you. 

His hands are shaking, so unsteady that he’s almost afraid he’ll get into an accident. His heart is pounding. Adrenaline, maybe. Fear is more likely. Fear of what he’d just done, what he could have done. It terrifies him, the rush of emotions he’d felt when you looked at him. 

It didn’t make sense to him. You were supposed to hate him, to want him dead. Why did you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon just for you. Why. Why. You ruined everything. 

A choked sob forces its way up his throat, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He doesn’t understand it. Why is he feeling so many emotions from this? He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be feeling this…this…

Kevin doesn’t even understand the emotion he’s feeling, so he decides he won’t bother. 

He’ll ignore you, avoiding you as best he possibly could. You’ll practice alone, that way he won’t have to speak with you. 

Avoid, ignore, hate. Avoid, ignore, hate. 

That was the perfect solution.

Avoid you and the inevitable questions you’ll have.

Ignore you and the looks you’ll send him. The confusion, the anger.

Hate you. Hate the way you make him feel, the way you make him want you.

Hate you.

Hate you 

Love you.

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I Loathe You [Mike's POV]

Loathe You & I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Lips Summary: Mike has always had a strange feeling about you, but he's never really known why Pairings: Mean! Mike Wheeler x Mean! Reader Tw: Slight NSFW, First POV [I know, I hate it too] Taglist: @fxchild

"Jump off a cliff, you asshole."

"You first, princess." I roll my eyes, my face detorting in anger.

I didn't understand why the science teacher had paired us up, because I couldn't stand her & vice versa and everyone knew that. They always tried to make us get along, but there was just something about us that always ended up in fire. I felt weird around her and I hated the feeling; So, in turn, I hate her.

Granted, we shared the same group, job, and classes, it still wasn't enough to make us get along. I just couldn't stand her.

"Trust me, everytime I see you I hope to be shot execution style, but I also don't want your face to be the last thing I see."

Oh, that stung a little. I frowned, my eyebrows scrunching up, "Oh, don't worry," I turn to her, looking her dead in the eyes before tilting my head, "The feeling is mutual."

"Oh, isn't that great. For a second there I was worried you liked me."

"In your dreams." I spit out, feeling as if I had won.

"Only the scary ones."

Oh, that was kind of good, but I'd never admit that to her. All she needed was an ego boost; We all know it's already big enough. We are practically nose to nose, glaring at each other. Her nose was scrunched like a Who, but surely if looks could kill, I'd be dead with the way she was looking at me.

"God, can yall just fuck already and get over with it?"

I whip my head towards Lucas, frustrated. He always knew how to make everyone in a room angry and sometimes I was impressed.

"How about you fall down a case of stairs?"

"And break your arm over the ramps," I add, causing Lucas to put his hands up in defeat.

"Okay- Sorry, damn."

--

I could hear the group groan as I stare at the girl across from me. It was a staring contest and we were already almost an hour deep. I would never lose and have her insult me like a bitch, but if she were to lose- Well, my mind was racing with insults.

Staring at her made me realize she had nice eyes. They were a nice, cool, e/c. There was speckles of white from the light reflecting in her eyes and her outer pupil had a black outline that I could make out clearly. I liked her eyes... They were nice.

She blinks before my thought can get too gushy and I fistbump, "Haha! What a cockwhore," I smile causing her to groan and roll her eyes before demanding a rematch.

I knew the group had a slight suspicion that the group knew I liked looking at her, but I would never admit it. I hated the thoughts and the last thing I needed was them to know my dark secret. Maybe her competitive nature would come in my favor...

I don't even realize that I've blinked before a see a smirk on Y/n's face. I groan ass she cheers telling me that I get no pussy. I decide that I was tired of the silly game and go to my food when feeling my stomach rubble, but thankfully it didn't make an audible noise.

---

"We have a new hire."

I perked up at my managers words, before smiling, "Finally, I've been telling you for ages we need another server."

The tubby man gives me an annoyed look, before rolling his eyes, "She'll be starting in a few hours. I want you to train her."

"She?" I hadn't met to say it and I quickly covered my mouth as my eyes widened.

"Don't try anything, Wheeler."

"I wouldn't even think of it, Boss."

---

I watched as the clock ticked. The girl was supposed to be here any minute. I couldn't think of who it could be, but it was probably someone from school. The bell rung from the door and I turned around only for my mouth to drop-

"You've got to be fucking shitting me."

"Oh fuck. You work here?"

I groan before running a hand through your hair, "Out of all the places to work, you chose here?"

Y/n glares at me, "I could say the same thing to you."

I step up to her, before pointing at her chest, before taking it off when realizing I was to close to her tits, "I was here first, so if anyone should leave it's you. You can leave now actually and we could pretend this never happened."

"No way, you're not going to scare me away from a good job."

I feel my fist clench, but I turn away, "Whatever, come on, I guess I have to train you."

---

"I'm surprised you aren't fighting."

I sigh, clicking my tongue, "I'm here to get paid, not fight with her."

Lucas leans on his hand, smiling, "Oh? You know," He looks over at Max, "Don't you think Y/n looks good in that uniform? Maybe you'd look good, too?"

"Don't push it," She gives him a knowing look and Lucas quickly shuts up.

I look back at her, like really look at her. She did kind of look nice- When she wasn't frowning, which she was. Though, if you ignored that, she looked kind of angelic. The light shaped her face while her hair sweeped around her. I shake my head, quickly ridding myself of the thoughts.

"What do you think, Mike?"

"What?" I look at Lucas confused

"What do you think of Y/n in her uniform?"

"She's fine- I mean, it's a uniform, she has to wear it, so it's not anything special. It's just some clothes."

"Right... Just some clothes," Lucas looks over at Max, who was already giving him some knowing look.

"What? Why did you both look at each other like that?"

Lucas holds his hand out in surrender, "Nothing! I swear!"

"So, do you guys want the usual?"

"Yeah," Max hands me her menu, before I write it down on my little notepad.

Though, as I'm writing I hear Lucas mumble under his breath.

"Some clothes you want her to take off,"

"What did you say?" I push, causing Lucas' eyes to widen and he quickly shakes his head.

"Nothing! I didn't say anything."

"I heard you!" I lean in when realizing that Y/n was looking at me. She probably thought I was a mad man. Besides, I didn't want her to hear me "I. Do. Not. Want her to remove her clothes. In fact, I want her to put more on, so I don't have to see all her skin."

"Man, if you say so." Max rolls her eyes, pushing some hair out of her face

"It's okay, Mike. We all go through the denial stage."

"I am not in denial."

"Of course you're not."

I roll my eyes, before flipping him off and going to the kitchen to put in the order. I head towards the back, passing the girl of the hour. She was scrubbing the counter, obviously frustrated. It seemed had accidentally poured syrup on the counter. I looked her up and down while her back was turned and I realized something. The uniform did look good on her, but I was biased I liked her in everything.

I frowned when the thought entered my mind and I looked away from her. I groan, accidentally crushing the ticket in my hand. I look down before facepalming. I am such an idiot.

---

My back was turned and it all happened so fast. One minute Y/n was fine and the next she was on the floor with the Demogorgon standing over her. I didn't even think when I grabbed a pipe and hit the back of the creatures head, effectively causing it to retreat.

"Y/n- Y/n," I grab her arm, where a large wound was. Something inside me stirred and if that creature hadn't retreated, I don't know what I would have done, but I would have done bad. Like killed it by beating it over and over. I picked her up, before bringing her to my car. As I sit in the driver seat, I glance at her through the rearview mirror. I feel my fist clench around the wheel, but I take a deep sigh before shaking my head.

---

I sat her down on the toilet before I started digging through the cabinets, looking for the First Aid Kit.

"Ugh, what happened?"

I look back at her, before frowning, "You were knocked out... you know, by the Demogorgon."

There's a moment of silence, before I finally found the kit. I smile to myself, before taking it out and grabbing her arm to fix her up. I hear her grimace in pain and I let out a quick apology. As I clean her up, I feel weird. Just earlier today we had been going at each other like wild dogs, but now here I was patching her up.

"I'm sorry, Mike."

I look up at her, confused. I tilt my head, "What?"

"I'm sorry. For everything. All the fights, all the arguments you know-"

"It's fine," I interrupt. "I kind of look forward to our fights. You know? It's become routine." I joke, wrapping her arm up. I smile looking at my work. God, I'm good.

"Well, I'm sorry and thank you for patching me up."

"It's nothing..."

It went quiet... Too quiet... I had to break the silence. I didn't necessarily know how, but I couldn't stand the silence. So, I decided to tell her how I felt.

"You know, when I saw you..." I pause. I look at her, my brows scrunching together, "bleeding... I think I died a little when I saw it. Something inside of me- I don't know, but I wanted to kill that stupid Demogorgon." I grab her hand, fiddling with it, "I don't want to see anything bad to happen to you."

"Wow, Mike. I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"Of course. You're my friend." The word friend comes out like acid from my mouth. I didn't want to be her friend- Not anymore- I wanted to so much more, but seeing the circumstances, it was probably best to keep it to myself

"We're friends?"

I huff, frowning at her words, "Yeah. At least I think we are."

"Huh, I thought you hated me-"

I look at her, wide-eyed, "Hate you? I thought YOU hated me-"

"You're always hating on me," She says, over exaggerating her non hurt hand.

I smirk, before letting out a chuckle, "What? I'm only returning your energy!"

She rolls your eyes, looking away from me, "Yeah... If we were friends, I think I'd miss our fighting."

"Who says we have to stop fighting?"

I see a smirk grow on her face, "Yeah, if stopped fighting everyone would question it."

"Right. The last thing I want is for them to be like 'So you guys finally fucked?'" I air quote before rolling my eyes. I smile when she laughs at my joke.

"Yeah, that would be pretty annoying, huh?"

---

I felt weird around her. Things were different and I'm sure everyone could sense it. She was acting weird as well, which didn't help the anxiety that was slowly building inside of me. I decided to approach her to see if she okay.

"Hey, are you okay?"

She seems to snap out of it as she looks at me. "Uh-Yeah- Yeah, I-uh yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little out of it." I frown, concern filling my voice. She wasn't being herself and it was bothering me.

"Yeah," She crosses her arms, avoiding eye contact. "Everything's fine."

I wasn't an idiot. I knew everything wasn't fine. I didn't know if I should push it, but it was seeming she didn't want to talk about it. I look over at her arm seeing the bandages were clean, "Your arm looks better," I reach for her arm, lightly caressing the bandages. She pulls back, causing me to frown. Did I do something wrong? I sigh, looking around the empty restaurant, before I look back at her, "Come on, let's close up and I'll drive you."

---

I tap the wheel, enjoying the silence. I felt at peace, but the thought of her acting different started to plaque my mind again. I frowned, before deciding to drive a different route. It seemed she noticed, because she speaks up.

"Um, Mike, I'd hate to be a backseat driver, but I think you missed the turn to my house."

"We're not going to your house."

"What?"

I pull to the side of the road and park the car, before finally turning to her. "I just wanted to talk to you. You're acting weird."

"Weird? I'm not acting weird."

I frown, turning my full body towards her. "I made fun of you when you dropped a person's drink and you just said 'Yeah, I should be more careful,' in a monotone voice."

"Monotone? That's a big word, huh?"

"See, like that. You said it in that voice. Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No- I mean, uh I don't know... This is weird, you know?"

"What's weird?"

It was weird? What was it? Did she think this new found peace was weird? I thought it was nice to finally be friends with each other. Was I wrong? Did I mistake our relationship? My thoughts stop when I hear her groan and I look at her bandages see they were all bloody. I watch as she reaches for it, smearing blood on her fingers.

"Have you been changing your bandages?" I wanted to facepalm when the words left my mouth. Of course she had, they had been clean before. It seemed she thought the same, because she responds with a sarcastic-

"No, Mike, I'm not. Why would I do that?"

"Sorry, it was a dumb question, "I sigh, "Why is there blood though? Here give me your arm." I don't give her a chance to respond as I pull her arm towards me and slowly remove her bandages.

"Why are you taking the bandages off? You don't have new ones-"

"Actually-" I let go of her arm, opening the glove box to where there were wrapped bandages. I felt a blush rise to my face, hoping she didn't ask why they were in the glove box. I didn't need her to know I put them in there for her.

"Wow, I never expected you to be prepared."

"Well, when you're always getting attacked by monsters, you kind of have to become prepared for everything."

I frown when I finally get the bandage off. It seems the wound had reopened. "Your wound reopened."

"Oh, is that what happened?"

I glare up at her, before unraveling the new bandages, "It might have happened at work or something... You're lucky I had bandages."

"The luckiest." She sarcastically respond, causing me to groan.

I close my eyes tight, my grip also tightening around her. I open my eyes, looking directly at her. I was frustrated, because it felt like nothing I did would make her happy. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm trying, like really trying. I want us to be friends and I don't want to fight with you anymore. Believe it or not, I do care about you... I just... uh, I guess I never realized it until recently. I wish you would stop trying to push me away."

"Well, it's going to take time to be friends. We've fought for so long."

I loosen my grip, before rubbing the area with my thumb. "Yeah.. Time. How can we be friends over time if you just push me away though?"

"I don't push you away. I just... How am I supposed to know you're not going to make me into some big joke."

"Oh yeah," I roll my eyes, before pointing at myself. "I, the guy part of possible the biggest loser club in the world with a shirt that tells the world that, am going to embarrass YOU," I point to her, before chuckling, "A girl who has more friends than I've ever had. Even if I was, who would I embarrass you in front of? Everyone hates me-"

"Everyone doesn't hate you. They just think you're weird."

"Well," I turn back towards my wheel, no longer facing her, "Maybe I like being weird."

"Yeah, I've always liked that about you. You are unapologetically yourself."

I could feel a small smile grow on my face. She liked me? Okay, so maybe she didn't say that, but it was close enough. I turn my head towards her, "You know... I've always liked your hair- and eyes." I make sure to say it fast, so she can't call me on my hesitation.

I hear her chuckle. God, I loved her laugh, it was refreshing like lemonade on a hot day. It was like a s'more in the middle of the woods.

"I like your hair too, even if most people don't like mullets," She grabs my hand, causing me to blush, "And your hands. God I love your hands, they're so pretty. And your legs. I like how long they are."

I let out an awkward laugh, trying to not get to red. I felt a tent grow in my pants, which was the worse thing that could happen at this moment. I shake my head, think of an old grandma to get rid of the boner, which thankfully worked.

"Man, take me home-"

"What, you don't want to tell me more about how much you like my body?" I couldn't believe the words left my mouth, though I'm glad they did. I wanted her to compliment me again.

"Not necessarily your body."

I huff, which causes her to back track on her words.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah? How did you mean it?"

"I don't know... Now take me home, seriously. My dad's probably worried."

"Okay, Princess, whatever you want."

[jstarr86]

I braided my hair into buns I had different colored pieces red and gold weaved thru it and glitter tossing on some mascara and lip oil. I slipped on my jersey that said our last name on the back Joe and I matching. We also has jackets. Only he had on his custom 49er shoes and no doubt those damn socks. Me I had on my red and black Jordans. I’d never buy these at most forces were the most expensive I bought but Joe nah and he bought us both every pair and me tons of forces and tons of shoes for the kids. He was definitely the spender and the more lavish.

“You look so good aulelei.”

“You too handsome.”

“You ready.”

“Yea.”

“Mmm smell good.”

“Mmm. Baby don’t.”

“You do.” Joe gently grabbed my face kissing me. His other hand slid to my waist pulling me into him before he slid it back caressing my ass as I moaned softly in his mouth causing his grip to tighten. We pulled apart as his phone rang. “Yeah, ok we on the way.” He hung up looking at me. “They downstairs.”

“Ok let’s go.” We headed downstairs meeting with Jon, Trin, Josh, Pam and Mercedes. Theyd met us here in Vegas. Joe and I had flown in for the Mania press conference which was a shit show that I was stuck in the middle of the only positive from that was the mind blowing sex that was a result of a very pissed off husband. I’d talked Joe into checking out tailgating I mean this was the Super Bowl a once in a lifetime thing and his team, we was taking in everything.

I took pictures smiling as he had a good time and the game that was going even better his team was doing really good. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have a voice come tomorrow. Joe held my hips holding me from behind. He bent speaking in my ear

“You def getting this Super Bowl championship dick tonight.” He leaned his head up “yessir!” He yelled loudly before he looked down at me winking as I shook my head laughing. If it was up to him and he could make it happen it wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to fuck me on the damn field. We’d done a lot of crazy shit in our relationship. Hell if we was alone in this suite he’d probably find a way to do something. I snagged some food while he chuckled taking a sip of his drink. It was good to see him relaxing, the smile his laughing and being carefree for once and he was kinda cheating on the diet and drinking but one day out of any it was ok.

“What what now it’s my part of the Super Bowl!” Trin yelled as I laughed.

While we was watching the halftime show it def was club vibes and we was def all dancing. I leaned my head back on Joe dancing as he held me in his arms I was singing but I could tell he was too by the way his chest was vibrating against my back. Joe leaned his head into my neck his chin on my shoulder singing U got it bad as we danced together.

So far the Niners were killing it. 6 months ago when we were on ESPN and he said it be the Chiefs and the Niners although I’d agreed with the Chiefs I didn’t with this but my man had called it to a T and he was close to being right and the Niners winning a championship for the first time in 20 years. It was down to the wire the Chiefs having the ball with 10 seconds left and Kelce’s fine little self killed it they were in field goal range and finally decided to go for the field goal and send it to overtime. The guys nervous but they still had a shot but football that overtime used sudden death whoever scored first won but they recently changed it and now the other team had a shot and while the Niners hit a field goal the Chiefs had the chance to score.

“Don’t fuckin blow it it come on yall!” I smiled at my husband as he yelled. I’d never seen him more happy and hyped. This was probably in his top five of life

experiences minus our wedding kids who I’d group collectively and a mania. I watched as my husbands team heartbrokenly lost in a hard fought game that was close and good as fuck but he was pissed. It hurt seeing him go from so happy and elated to sad if I could describe the look on his face, it broke my heart. That last minute touchdown was it, the Chiefs became the first team in 20 years to get back to back championships.

We finally after what felt like forever made our way out of the arena and into a limo. We’d split from everyone else and I watched as he angrily leaned back into his seat.

“Aye least yall made it further than dem boys did.”

“Aulelei no offense the Cowboys choke post season.”

“Hey I’m tryin to console you and you talk shit.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Shh and I’m sorry they lost really thought they had it.”

“Me too that’s why I hate OT and of all nights for the new rule to take effect.”

“I know your teams expense.”

“Exactly.”

“It was a good game though.”

“It was we almost had they asses we def gettin it next year.” He was still pouting as I rubbed his face.

“My big bad husband upset.”

“Yeah.” I leaned up straddling his waist as he looked over my shoulder. “Least the partition is already closed.”

“Joe.” I giggled hitting his arm. As he brought up the one time we fooled around in a limo. We made out a bit his hands resting on my ass that he squeezed. I moved when the car stopped and took his hand as he helped me out and we made our way back into the hotel. I quickly grabbed pajamas and discarded my clothes going to hit a shower until my husbands hand stopped me

“What.”

“You ain’t gonna need that for awhile.”

“Why’s that… tama.” I asked meeting his eyes as the darkened a grunt leaving his lips.

“You know why, especially with that word.”

“Na’o le fue ia te a’u tama” I replied smirking as his eyes darkened more and his chest rumbled. He reached forward grabbing me as he passionately kissed me before lifting me into his arms.

“Be careful what you ask for aulelei.”

“Mmm don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I gasped a moan as he slid inside me I wasn’t expecting him to do that so quickly.

“Talk that shit now.”

“Mm fuck.” I muttered as he grabbed my hands pinning them above my head. The way he could hold me down with one hand while absolutely wrecking me with pleasure never ceases to amaze and turn me on. The duality of the sweet love of Joe and the rough dominance I still didn’t know which was better although right now angry Joe was amazing.

“You feel good, I’m gonna make you cum aren’t I.”

“Joe.”

“Jayla.” He grunted slamming into me rougher as I fell over the edge hands desperately trying to cling to his wrist. He lifted one of my legs into his arm making his stroke hit different as he slammed into my gspot

“Oh my god.”

“Nah just your chief.”

“Shut up.”

“Lo’u masiofo likes it huh.”

“Yes.” I moaned out. Joe chuckled knowing exactly what he was doing. He knew it and his fan girls were welcome. He’d posted some things here or there about him and usually they’d say he saw and knew and he did. He liked going on different sites seeing what was being said about him. The vulgarity of some of it made me laugh cause I felt that and he was my husband.

“ma e talia a'u e lo'u masiofo.”

“Joe.” I moaned out voice cracking as he made me cum again. His grunts in my ear as he thrust four more times before stilling. “God if that’s how you lose ima need them to win next season.” I muttered as he laughed pulling me into his chest a kiss pressing to the top of my head.

“They win you won’t be walking for two weeks.”

“Two.”

“Yeah cause we’d be partying and the parade and in between all of it your getting this dick let them win.” I kissed his chest as I relaxed letting his heartbeat lure me to a much needed sleep.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 21

welcome to the twenty-first fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Most Artists are Messy by @shipsgalore

Lance is drawing a complicated flower on the base of Keith’s wrist and it makes his lips pull up into a smile despite the panic. They’re always flowers when it comes to Lance. He uses them in everything he does, and usually doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Keith can count on one hand how many times the doodles on his arms haven’t been of flowers.

i love this one because keith & lance are just blatantly and clearly autistic. it’s wonderful. it’s sweet and fluffy and it’s a modern au, which as y’all know is my jam, and the last few paragraphs do this specific thing with sentiment repetition that genuinely gets to me every time

2. Be Alive With Me Tonight by @caesaria [EXPLICIT] [ABO]

When the Blade of Marmora requests assistance on an information gathering mission, Lance and Keith go undercover as a bonded alpha and omega pair. At first, it seems like this is going to be more like a vacation than a mission – right up until everything falls apart and they realize how unprepared they really are. Now, Lance and Keith have to fight to not only survive, but to make it out together. They’ll have to rely not only on their skills as Paladin, but the bond they’ve created and nurtured between them.

okay i gave this one the explicit warning bc there are chapters that are explicit, but tbh the scenes are skippable if that’s not ur thing. now this fic is an EPIC. truly. its a quarter million words and the plot is breathtaking, the worldbuilding is iconic and the romance is like HOLY SHIT. this is a novel, and better yet its a KLANCE novel, so. highly recommend if you have a day or two to read.

3. roses by @renyoi

Lance is always getting flowers for Keith, so Keith decides to return the favor--with a little help, of course.

written for prompt #4 of klance valentine's week!

keith is hilarious here. just in general but here especially and i love him. he wants to pamper lance so so badly and hes so straightforward and earnest!! and allura’s character in here is also excellent. i will leave u with this one line from the fic that made me laugh it loud: “ The next day, the sun rises to Keith Kogane, dressed all in black (that’s all that was clean, okay?!), loitering around in front of Alluring Blossom, the 5-star-rated “I’ve never had such a delightful bouquet delivered to me in my entire life!” flower shop of a woman named Allura Altea. Keith automatically trusted her because he loves people that also have alliteration in their names. “ king. love him

4. here it comes by rideahorse

Keith watched a lonely droplet of water fall from Lance’s soaked bangs, curving a path over the bridge of his nose and then pooling—almost teasingly so—at the bow of his lips.

“I feel like I won, for some reason,” Lance said quietly.

what have i told yall about fics from 2016!!! this fic made me SMILE and im not usually a fan of like senior year of high school fics but holy shit!! holy SHIT!! this fic had me smiling and kicking my feet and losing my mind. i will leave u with the note i put on my bookmark (spoiler warning):

a couple things: 1. “lance is a bad influence” and “lance is a pretty princess (tm)” are god tier tags so thanks for that 2. keith with a tongue piercing. must i say more. 3. i miss keith gyeong that was an excellent era 4. the couple tattoo moment had me taking a Moment 5. here’s how i imagine the aftermath of this: shiro: i saw u ditched prom. are you okay? keith: yeah actually! lance convinced me that we have to have a wild final night, so we went to a High School Party (tm), i decked a guy for lance and your honour, we panic drove away, went skinny dipping in a pool, got caught, ran away naked for two blocks, went to sonic in another town, got matching tattoos, fucked in the backseat of my car, and watched the sunrise :)) shiro: shiro: shiro: shiro: i’m sorry. what were those last parts keith: yeah i know you really like sunrises we probably should have invited you :// but it was kind of an us thing i’m sure you understand :) shiro: KEITH

anyways i laughed

5. if silence was a song by @angstinspace

“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance's college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

@catnippackets did a comic of this i believe, and it literally never leaves my head. yall know the trope where one person gets a phone call and halfway through they sigh wistfully and say “god i wish you were here” and then the other person smiles so viscerally it can be felt through the phone and they say “look behind you” and theyre THERE?????? that makes me lose it every time. i love this fic

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[whowantslovergirl]

Scotty doesn’t know

Fred Weasley x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: kissing, cursing,lowkey smut 😱, not going to say minors DNI bc ik yall going to read it anyway, blasphemy only once, Scotty is an ASS in this, he is also in Ravenclaw 💙, cheating, modern au so regular high school, fiona = Y/N, cursing, very suggestive lyrics, fighting, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 ^ <——— this means start the song 💋 harry potter masterlist

Summary: Y/N cheating on her boyfriend Scotty with the schools prankster

posted: April 21,2023

Scotty and Y/N look like the perfect couple. They literally won ‘best couple’ in the yearbook. Everyone thought that they were perfect for each other .

But no one knew what actually went on behind closed doors.

Scotty is toxic as fuck.

Always asked where are you going.

“Where the hell are you going at 8:00?”

Made you change if he wasn’t comfortable with what you were wearing.

“Isn’t guys going to be there? You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”

Always interrogated your friends.

“So what are you guys doing tonight?”

All your friends tell you that he’s an insecure fuck but you never listen.

You tried to break up with him several times but he always played the ‘I’ll be better’ card and you fell for it.

Every single time.

You fell out of love a long time ago.

So you just found a side. And that ‘side’ was

Fred fucking Weasley. ^

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

Scotty was walking around school looking for you.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

He finally found you and ran up to you. “Hey Y/N!” You turn around and before you can respond Scotty’s lips are already on you. He pulled away and it took everything in your power to not wipe your lips. “Hey babe!” You can not believe how fake you sounded. “Hey! So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out Sunday?” You pretended to have fake sadness. “Scotty you know I have church every Sunday.”

“Oh yeah! My bad baby, I forgot.” You just shook your head. “It’s fine. We can hang out Saturday if you want.” He nodded and kissed you again and walked off.

Little does he know.

_____

“Oh fuck. Right there darling. Keep going just like that.” He threw his head back into the seat. You smiled knowing that you were the reason he has this reaction. You grab his balls firmly and he moans even louder.

Thank god you guys are in an empty parking lot.

You can feel him about to cum. You go even faster if that’s possible, he finally burst in your mouth. You swallowed and went up to kiss him and he tasted himself. He moaned into your mouth. He finally pulled away and put his jeans back on.

“So how long until ‘church’ is over darling?” He asked putting air quotes on church. You gave a small laugh. “One more hour.” You say biting your lip. He gave his signature smirk. “Well let’s go pray.” He took your hand to the back of the car.

You probably traumatized the little kids who were walking by to see a shaking car.

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“Scotty doesn’t know!” Fred’s twin exclaimed. “Why would he know dumbass?” George just shrugged. He sneaked a glance at you from across the cafeteria. You winked and went to the bathroom. Fred and George saw this. “Well that’s my cue. Bye Georgie.”

“You’re disgusting!”

Fiona says she's out shopping

But she's under me

And I'm not stopping

“Sorry I’m going shopping later. I need clothes for this trip I’m taking sorry baby.” Scotty asked you if you wanted hang out later and you obviously can’t since you promised a certain ginger that you can hang out tonight.

“You’ve been really busy lately.” Scotty said with a questioning tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing it’s just that if you don’t wanna hang out just say that don’t make bullshit excuses.” You don’t even want to talk about this right now.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. I gotta go bye Scotty.”

“Bye Y/N”

_____

Your nails scratched his back, him moaning even louder.

Very convinced that he has a pain kink.

“Oh my god Fred!”

“You feel so good darling.” He throws his head back and you arch your back.

“I’m so close, go faster Freddie.” You whisper as he puts his head in your shoulder.

And he went faster.

You feel the knot in you burst and you can feel his warmth inside you. He slips out with a soft hiss.

You turn on your side. He’s so beautiful, all sweaty and tired. His hair slightly covering his forehead.

“You’re so pretty Freddie.” He smiled and turns on his side. His hand goes to your face, taking your hair out of your face.

“Thank you but you’re much more pretty darling.”

You smile and silence fills the air.

“Break up with him”

Oh shit.

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Don't tell Scotty

You’re in class and you can see Fred in the corner writing something and sending it your way.

“Y/N here. It’s from Fred.”

Scotty heard that.

“Why is Fred Weasley sending you notes?” He whispered yelled from next you. You just shrug.

You’re so getting him for this.

You raise your hand.

“Yes Ms. L/N?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” Professor Snape nods and you rush to the bathroom.

_____

You read the note.

‘Meet at the courtyard at 10:30.

-Freddie ;)’

You smile and go back to class.

_____

“Hey Freddie.” He turns around and a smile coats his face. His dimples showing.

“Hey darling, about the thing I said, I meant it. I can treat you way better than he can. Just leave him please.

You feel really bad about what you’re going to say.

“I can’t Fred. I just can’t. Let’s just continue what we’re doing okay?”

It’s not that you don’t believe Fred it’s just that you don’t how Scotty is going to react if he finds out you’ve been fucking someone behind his back for a whole year.

You can tell he is heartbroken that you wanna continue this but he does nod sadly because he wants you to be happy.

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

You grab the headboard to stop you from falling face first into the bed. You don’t know who got Fred so angry but you want angry more often.

Then your phone started to ring.

“Oh my god! It’s Scotty! Fred stop.”

He kept going.

“Answer the phone darling just be quiet.”

Fiona's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

“Hey Baby!” You bite your lip trying not to moan. “Hey Scotty! Not to be mean but why are you calling?!”

“Why do you sound like that?” Fred stifled a laugh thinking this shit was funny. You look back and he’s biting back a laugh.

“Scotty I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Ok baby call me when you’re done I. love you.”

“Uh huh yea bye.”

Scotty obviously thought your behavior was weird and he was definitely confronting you about it tomorrow.

You don’t care, you’re getting your back blown by someone who can actually make you cum.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

You’re in the courtyard with Angelina. You obviously knew Fred’s and Angie’s history but he always assured you that you were the only one.

As you were talking you see in the corner of your eye Scotty is speed walking towards you two.

“Hey Scotty. What’s wrong?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You grab his hand and walked to an empty classroom. You didn’t even have time to close the door.

“Are you fucking Fred Weasley Y/N?!” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?!”

'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“What got you to that bullshit conclusion?!” Even if it is true you’re still shocked that he would accuse you of this.

“The notes? And don’t think I don’t see you two eye fucking each other every chance you get!”

Even though he treats you like shit. You’re surprised that he is so effected by this.

“Just tell me now Y/N. How long?”

You stay silent. You roll your eyes.

“We never did anything Scotty!”

“Is that what you were doing when I called you the other day? You were getting fucked! It was a three way call! Wow Y/N I thought you were better than this!”

“I can’t believe you’re accusing me of such bullshit! I would never do that to you. We’ve been dating for almost three years and you think I would throw all that shit away!”

He just stayed there. Then walked out pushing your shoulder in the process.

You had a feeling shit was going to hit the fan.

We'll put on a show

Everyone will go

“Weasley!” Scotty yelled.

Fred was walking with George when he heard his name. He turned around to see a pissed off Scotty aka your boyfriend.

Oh shit.

“Yes Scotty?”

“Are you fucking my girl?”

He put a pretend confused look on his face.

“And why would I do that?” He had a condescending tone. With a smile on his face.

“I don’t care for your tone Weasley and I know your bitch ass fucked her!” He pushed him so hard Fred almost fell down.

You walked to where the yelling was coming from and see a small crowd around Scotty and Fred.

Everyone can see in Fred’s face that he wanted to beat his ass but he saw you so he didn’t.

Just walked away.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“Why didn’t you punch him Freddie?” You were in his dorm. You were laying on his chest and he was drawing shapes on your back. You love the moments when it’s no sex just love and admiration for each other.

“I just saw your face and I didn’t want you to see me differently. You never saw me angry let alone fight anyone and I didn’t want to change your view of me.” You smile at his mini confession that he cares about what you think of him.

“Ok just know nothing will change how I feel about you Freddie.”

“Me too darling.”

The parkin' lot, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

“Oh god, keep going like that darling.” You throw your head back and arch your back. He starts to suck on your nipple, switching every now and then.

This made you stutter your hips.

“Fuck Freddie!” You came all over him. He went two seconds after.

“God! it’s so cool when you’re on top.” You just laugh.

His front lawn in the snow

Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

You had no idea how you were swayed into fucking on Scotty’s front lawn during Christmas break.

“Fred if he walks out we’re dead.” He shushed you and kept going.

“He deserves this anyway Y/N.”

I did her on his birthday

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Scotty

Happy birthday to you

Everyone in the courtyard turned to your singing. Which isn’t that bad. Tolerable.

“Happy Birthday Scotty!” You yelled with several presents in your hands.

You might hate the guy but everyone deserves presents on their birthday.

“Thank you baby.” He gave you a peck.

Fred saw this bullshit and walked out the courtyard.

_____

“Fred we can’t do this on his birthday! That’s like having sex at a funeral!” You whispered yelled as he tried to unbutton your blouse. You two were in a storage closet together. Nothing but a little light on.

“Come on please?” He has that one look that always made you fold on his face.

“Ok.” He smiled and went to his knees.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

“So are y’all ever planning on telling him?” Fred turned to George. “Only if she wants too.”

“I don’t know how y’all do it. Especially you, I mean you had a major crush on her ever since they got together.”

“Ok Georgie you don’t have to say all that.”

Little did they know you were right behind the door.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty will know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty's gotta know

“I mean he already had speculations about you two. But I don’t think he would like that you confirmed his speculations Freddie.” Fred asked George if it’s a good idea to tell Scotty without your permission.

Which is bad but he really wanted this sneaking around shit to be over.

I'm gonna tell Scotty

Gonna tell him myself

“Ima tell him. I don’t care I’m tired of this shit.”

“Wait Fred that’s not a good ide-!”

Fred was already out the door.

_____

“Hey Scotty!”

He turned around and had a ‘the fuck are doing here?’ look.

“I just wanted to-.” He stopped himself, thinking of how you would react and he didn’t want you upset.

“What Weasley?”

“Nothing just you shouldn’t accuse people of shit if you don’t have any evidence.”

Fuck.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

“You didn’t tell him?! What happened to ‘i don’t care I’m tired of this shit’ .

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t sound like that. I just thought about the consequences and didn’t do it.”

“I can not believe that Fred Weasley is whipped. Pussy whipped at that!”

“Shut up George!”

Scotty has to

Scotty has to

Scotty has to go

“Hey darling. What’s up?”

You knocked on his door and started crying.

“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“I wanna be with you Freddie.”

He felt the whole world stop. You want him not Scotty. This is the happiest day of his life.

“I didn’t do it yet but Scotty has to go.”

He loves you.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

Today is the day you are going to break up with Scotty for good this time.

You all around the school for him and finally see him talking with his friends.

“Hey Scotty! Can we talk?”

He nodded skeptically and you took his hand to an empty classroom.

“We need to break up.”

“What the fuck?!”

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)

“I need to put me first you know? And you can’t do any bullshit excuses or the gifts. Nothing! I mean nothing will get me back to you ok? So bye and we can’t be friends after this.” You just left him speechless.

You feel so fucking free.

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty’s gotta go!

“Freddie I did it! I broke up with him! I can be with you now!” You were jumping up and down in his room. He just has the most ecstatic smile on his face. He grabbed you and smashed his lips on yours.

What a fucked up love story.

That is so bad! So bad

An: hope y’all enjoy this 😍😍 this was a long one and I love it sooo until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: pope and Maybank reader)

[be-your-coffee-pot]

Needed (Part 2)

A/N: I FINALLY COMPLETED THIS OH MY FUCKING GOD YES. The long-awaited Needed part 2 is finally here people. I really hope yall like it. Love ya

Pairing: Dad!Harry x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k (Idk what happened here)

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE, IT GETS A BIT DESCRIPTIVE. PARENTAL NEGLECT AND HEAVY TOPICS PLEASE DON’T READ IF IT CAN TRIGGER YOU.

READ PART 1, here

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Wait. 

We like neither the action nor the word in general. It’s excruciating to just have to rely on your gut and your anxiety-riddled mind for information because, as humans, we tend to overthink just about anything we do.

In context to Harry’s situation, waiting for the doctor to appear and announce if his daughter was alive or not was fucking with his head, to say the least.

“Momma! When is dada coming home? I made sunflowers for him. I know he’ll love them !” Taylor looked over at her 6-year-old daughter, proudly holding a pretty sunflower field. She smiles, “Yes, he will, sweetie.” Then she goes back to reading Roald Dahl to Charlotte while Ethan entertains himself with his science homework. Y/N doesn’t mind her mom; instead, she gushes about her painting to herself. 

When Harry does come home, she runs towards him to exhibit her sunflowers, hoping that he would like them, but Harry just glances down at her and half-heartedly smiles. “Nice thing.” 

He doesn’t wait to see how her face falls and how she struggles to hold back tears as he rushes to her siblings and smiles so wide when Charlotte explains that she and her mother were reading a new book together.

Y/N sniffled softly, padding over to where Taylor had plated the food. At least the dinner was of her liking.

__________________________________________

Harry’s mind was occupied with all the times he had ignored his eldest child. Those moments were now coming back to bite him in the ass.

She’s 11 years old. 

A race is taking place for her grade, and all the parents are invited. Everybody takes a seat, and the children take their place. “On your marks! Ready, set, go!”

She gives it her all. She runs so fast that day that she even astonishes herself as she breaks the ribbon. Her eyes are frantically jumping from person to person, trying to identify one of them as her mother or father, but no. 

When she dejectedly returns home that evening, she finds that the reason for their absence is Ethan. Harry looked infinitely proud, holding his son in his lap. Charlotte and Taylor were settled beside him, clapping excitedly. Ethan, as she later got to find out, had achieved 1st place in a writing contest held for his class. 

During dinner, she tries to tell her dad and her mom that she won a gold medal today, but Harry tells her to wait as soon as she gets a word in. So she does. The girl diligently waits for her dada to return to her and ask what she was saying. Still, as the plates get picked up and washed, she belatedly realises that no one was coming back to her.

Harry realises something with a start. That night, he felt so confused when Y/N’s teacher called him to say that she had forgotten her medal in class because he never knew she had won a medal in the first place.

As his mind goes back to the box under his daughter’s bed, he wonders in that hospital waiting room what all the unnoticed achievements she possessed and looked at every day because nobody except her knew she had those. 

Unnoticed achievements. Unnoticed injuries. 

How many of those did she possess? How many injuries and hidden hurts had she gotten?  There was no way for Harry to know that now. All he could do was wait. Wait for her to come out and give him his answers. Wait for her to forgive him. Wait for her to survive. 

It was picnic day. Everybody was happy and laughing. Charlotte giggled loudly as she ran from Ethan, who was trying to catch her. Taylor and Harry were laughing, setting up the blanket and food, but Y/N was missing. Not that anybody realised. 

She was sitting on the lowest branch of this thick, branched tree all by herself, waiting for her parents to notice her. She tried desperately to catch their attention to show them that she had climbed the tree alone. However, doing so caused her to slip from the branch she was holding onto and fall to the ground 2 meters down. 

Startled, Harry looks behind him to find Y/N whimpering on the ground. Her scared siblings run over to their sister as Taylor sighs worriedly, Harry strolling over, perturbed, albeit while rolling his eyes in slight annoyance. Why does she keep doing such stupid things? What was she trying to prove? 

Herself.

Harry was on the verge of crying now. He remembers how he had told her off for being irresponsible and stupid even when she was crying in pain, just barely comforting her. Taylor had tried to soothe her cries while their younger children just watched. 

Harry wishes he would’ve just held and properly comforted his daughter instead of making her think everything was her fault. 

Just as another hurtful memory starts to make its way to the surface, Taylor and the children come running through the door. A sobbing Charlotte settles in her father’s lap. 

None of them says anything. The family just sits together as a heavy silence falls upon them, their minds reminiscing happy moments spent with Y/N just to find how little they actually were. 

Taylor thinks back to the time she and Y/N baked together for their family.

Y/N was 13 at the time. She had found this strawberry cheesecake recipe she desperately wanted to try. Taylor was in a particularly good mood that day, and she agreed. They pulled out the ingredients needed, dancing to Harry’s songs. They sang along and played with flour when Ethan ran into the kitchen like a flapping chicken. Charlotte sat on the counter and laughed at her siblings. 

They finished and decorated the cheesecake as Harry entered through the door. Smiling widely at his family, he helps plate out the dinner they had made as a side project; the lasagna. 

All of them, including Y/N, remember that night as one of the happiest memories they had together. 

Ethan stands next to his father while his mind reels memories of her helping him with his chemistry project. 

This was recent; she’s 15. Ethan’s sitting at the dining table, completely confused with the sheet of instructions sitting in front of him. Y/N walks by the fridge, picking up a chocolate bar to satisfy her craving. She feels like shit. Period cramps are reigning terror, and she wants to commit. But she still feels better than she usually does. A glance over to her brother tells her he doesn’t know shit about what he’s doing. 

She smirks at his lost state, propping herself up on the counter beside him. Ethan doesn’t even wait for her to say anything and quickly spills his shit to her. He doesn’t understand the topic and has fuck all for an idea on where to start. Now she topped her class in Chemistry, but he doesn’t need to know that. (He does know that, but there was a sorry excuse of congratulations to her, so technically, she doesn’t need to jog his memory)

3 hours later, they’ve got glue on their face and marker doodles on their hands as Y/N lays down the final touches to the project. Chests heaving with relief, both of them collapse into their seats after working on that thing non-stop for hours. But damn if it didn’t look good. 

Excitedly, Ethan reaches over the chairs and squeezes his sister into a hug, who instantly tenses at the action. For him, that’s normal; he hugs his friends, parents, or anyone, but the affectionate physical contact is alien to Y/N. Nobody touches her like that. Ever. 

He doesn’t let go instantly but instead holds onto her. She slowly relaxes into his embrace but never wholly. 

When he finally let's go, he looks at her gratefully. “Thanks, sister.”

__________________________________________

Charlotte had now quietened down as she thought back to the time Y/N braided her hair when mom wasn’t around. 

She was 16 in this one.

With thumping little feet, Charlotte marches around the house looking for her mother, who well wasn’t at home. She pouts and settles down on the couch, looking very irritated. 

Y/N, who had just walked out of her room to get some food, glances amusedly at her little sister sitting there. 

As she passes, Charlotte stares at her and lights up like a damn Christmas tree, getting a brilliant idea. 

She runs and pulls her elder sister’s sleeves to get her attention. Charlotte motions at her wildly flying long hair. Clicking her tongue, Y/N reluctantly picks her up and carries her to her room. She slightly teases her sister, only coming to her when nobody else is there, which Charlotte frantically denies. But Y/N was just joking, wasn’t she?

Opening the door to Charlotte’s room, Y/N sits her down at her small vanity and looks through the drawers to find rubber and clips. She gets a brush and combs down her little sister’s hair, who’s blabbering about what she saw in the last Barbie movie. Relying on what she saw in a video, Y/N partitions and does a dutch braid in her hair with extravagant glittery rubbers and sparkly pins. 

Once she’s done, Charlotte gurgles happily about the result. Y/N smiles slightly at her happy sister and then takes her to the kitchen to feed her ice cream.

Taylor remembers how surprised she was when she came home to her daughter’s dutch braided hair. She was even more surprised when she learned that Y/N had done it. As a reward, she cooked her favourite pasta for dinner, which they still remember. 

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Harry stares blankly at the wall as he thinks back to when they painted each other’s nails. A scarce bonding memory with her. 

She was 12. Her aunt Gemma had bought her this mini nail art kit when she came to visit her nieces and nephew. She was so happy and obsessed with it that it was contagious. 

Harry was sitting on the kitchen counter with his diary when she entered the room, giggling loudly. 

She scrambled up beside him and pulled on his cardigan. His attention quickly diverted to his daughter, who looked radiant with that manicure kit clutched in her arms. He chuckles and closes his diary, the annoyance quickly dissipating when he sees her so happy and excited. 

Within the next five minutes, the kit is open and on the table, while a very convinced Harry picks out black and turquoise for his hands and the same for hers. 

Giggling and laughing, they put on the nail paint without spilling anything. Harry got annoyed at Y/N, which was a miracle in itself. They happily click photos to upload on Harry’s Instagram, making weird faces and poses. 

Harry wasn’t as annoyed with his eldest daughter for the following days. It startled almost everybody, including Y/N, to some degree. But then nobody was really very surprised when he got angry with her a short 2 weeks after.

But as Harry remembers it, she had done something stupid again that made him angry at her. He had decided that she just didn’t deserve any affection from him because all she made him was disappointed, often forgetting that she was the one that made him a father. Something he had longed for forever. 

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Sniffling, Charlotte sits up just as the doctor enters the waiting area. He looks around and nods in recognition when he sees the family of 4 there.

“Hi, I’m Dr Warren. There were pretty deep cuts on your daughter’s wrists which resulted in quite a lot of blood loss. We ran tests, and her glucose levels are almost dangerously low, meaning she hasn’t probably had something nourishing to eat in, say, about 3 days. She seems dehydrated as well.” He pauses to let them take in his words before continuing. “I don’t mean to dishearten you, but according to her labs, her health was not in a good state, and neither was her mental health. Your daughter herself admitted that these were not accidental but rather self-harm scars. She isn’t in a good place psychologically. Dr James is with her right now. She’s a therapist/psychologist, one of the best in her field.”

Harry’s face paled, and he felt dizzy. How could he have let this happen? Taylor burst out sobbing while a crying Ethan tried to comfort Charlotte. 

Stumbling over his feet and words, Harry asks the doctor if he can see his daughter. Dr Warren nods quietly and leads him to her room. Before he could go inside, Dr Warren stopped Harry for a second. “Sir, I just want to say that please handle everything delicately and keep in mind to be patient. Dr James will talk with you later.” 

With that in mind, he opens the door and almost wants to collapse at the sight he finds. 

A couple of tubes and IVs run back and forth from her body as the heart monitor beeps in the corner. A small bag of blood is can be seen connected to her body. 

The supposed Dr James and Y/N look up as the door opens. Y/N takes in a shuddering breath as Harry comes closer. With a nod and squeeze of Y/N’s hand, the doctor leaves her and Harry in the hospital room alone. The only sound in the room for the next few seconds was her heart monitor beeping loudly until Harry started to speak. 

“Hi, darling.” She scoffs lightly at his words, replying in a bitter sassy tone. “Hi, dad.” 

“Why did you do it? Why - Just I can’t understand- how you would-” He struggles to wrap his head around it all while she chuckles. “I thought you were happy, Y/N. I thought-” 

“No! You thought.” She interrupts him loudly. “You just thought. You never once bothered to check in on me. Never bothered to check if I was doing okay because I wasn’t. I know you never wanted me there in the first place. You would have liked it better if I was never even born, right?” 

Harry gapes like a fish at her words, not having a single idea in the world as to how he would reply to her. He wants to deny it, but can he even? 

“You like your other 2 prize children so much better, don’t you? I understand, though. They’re so smart and pretty and perfect. I’m not needed in this family. I never was.” 

A high-pitched sob breaks the air. Their heads turn towards the door where Taylor and her siblings stood. She scoffs at the tears in their eyes, not having the emotional capability to give a fuck about their feelings. Not when they never gave a fuck about hers. Even when they had the emotional capability to do so. 

She turns her head to the side before resuming quietly. “I know I wasn’t meant to be born. You never wanted me there. I was so incapable of being loved that you got 2 more children out, ones that were worthy enough of the abundance of love you both had for each other. Ones that were capable of being loved.” Her voice quietens down to something short of a mumble. A broken whisper you wouldn’t have heard if not for the painstaking silence in that room. 

“But you never even gave me a chance.”

“Never gave me a single chance to prove myself. To prove that I was capable of being loved. That I wasn’t useless or loveless.”

She raises her voice ever so slightly, more or less tilting her head towards her sister and brother. 

“I don’t have anything against you. You’re my friends, both of you. I won’t say siblings cause siblings are supposed to have a bond. Siblings are supposed to be there for each other, protect each other from scoldings, and steal cookies. All of that shit.” A finger slightly twirls in the air. 

The only thing that interrupts the chilling quiet in the atmosphere is the almost lifeless sounds of the heart monitor with suspiciously slow beeps that made Y/N herself doubt whether her heart was beating correctly or not. 

“I’m sorry.” Harry’s apology uselessly cuts through the thickly tense air. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes, do they now? You say sorry just for the show. Take a look at what you’ve done. Wounds can heal, but this won’t. Stop trying. From what I know about myself, I’m damn sure I’m not gonna forgive you or you.” Her slender finger points at Taylor and Harry. 

Y/N starts coughing with the rough use of her voice as Harry rushes to grab the glass of water beside her bed. Leading the straw to her mouth, she barely takes a sip before snatching the glass with whatever strength she had. 

Settling back into her bed. She begins again. It seems like all of the quietude from the past years was bubbling over now. Rather violently. 

“I’m 19.” She states in a matter-of-fact tone. “I don’t know if you know, but I got into Stanford. Yay, me!” Y/N rolls her eyes snarkily. “As soon as I get out of here, I’m leaving for good. I will do everything for myself, on my own. I didn’t need you for the past 10 years, and I don’t think that’s gonna change now.”

“I think you’re being rather harsh-” Taylor starts but gets interrupted by a very emotionless chuckle. 

“Please don’t. I didn’t come to this lightly. I’ll leave next month. You don’t have to bother with anything at all. I will be out of your hair soon. You can try to bridge things all you want, but please don’t think you can fix this. Now, I wanna sleep.”

Like an angel, Dr James opens the door and ushers her family out. Y/N sighs thankfully and pulls her blanket up to her face as they leave. 

Once Charlotte gets settled in the play area for kids with Ethan nervously watching over her, Dr James leads Taylor and Harry to her office. She settles in her seat with a sigh, lacing her fingers together while the couple in front of her can’t stand touching each other. Probably because of the blame they were tossing around in their head.

“I’m not gonna beat around the bush; I’m sure you’d appreciate that.” Dr James begins in a genuinely gentle tone. “Well, for starters, I’m Dr Augustine James. I’m a psychiatrist, psychologist and therapist. Y/N has told me that she was very upset living in your household. This was a suicide attempt, as she admitted herself. Please don’t go about thinking that she wasn’t sure or had no reason to be upset because she was.” 

Harry choked on a sob as Taylor rubbed her husband’s shoulder gingerly. 

“It seems like she hasn’t had an output for her emotions or somebody to talk to in a long time because she almost immediately told me everything. It usually takes some coaxing, but they spill when the patient gets overwhelmed.” She pauses for a second to allow them a moment to absorb her words. 

“Now, I’m not gonna tell you what she said because of the patient-doctor confidentiality, but you should know you need to be careful 'cause I know that it’s delicate. She is a hair’s breadth away from leaving for college and never looking back on you. I suppose it's harsh, but it's the truth.” Dr James had taken an albeit gentle but matter-of-fact-I-don’t-take-bullshit tone towards the end. 

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About one really agitating and eye-opening hour later, Taylor and Harry trudge out of the doctor’s office looking as beaten as could be. All the shit they subconsciously gave to their eldest daughter, did they even realise how harmful it all was? When they enter her room this time, they find her asleep. Looking more peaceful than she ever had.

Taylor sits down in the chair closest to the bed, laying her head down on the bed. Harry awkwardly stands around for a second before pulling up a chair near Y/N’s bed, gingerly placing a ringed hand on her arm. 

The girl in question sighs or grumbles more like. In pleasure or displeasure from the physical contact, her parents don’t know. They don’t know her well enough to understand her sleeping habits granted, as she dared never crawl into bed with her mama and papa. 

Thinking about this, Harry stumbles down the memory rabbit hole of all the time he spent with her (not that it was a lot) and screeches to a halt at the time he comforted her after a night of recurring nightmares. 

She’s merely 6. After Y/N jolts awake from the bouts of fitful sleep and bad dreams that had been plaguing her night, for the umpteenth time, she decides she should go to her parents. Hoping they would let her in and snuggle her to sleep. She takes in a deep breath, contemplates (which she shouldn’t) if she actually should bother and wake up her parents at 1:25 in the night. 

Eventually gathering up the courage, the little girl walks across the hall and weakly knocks at her parents’ bedroom door. No response at first. She knocks again with a slightly stronger hand. Somebody trudges across the floor and the door swings open where a sleepy Harry looks down at Y/N. His face turns almost annoyed from the gentle state it’d originally been in. 

Slightly cowering under his gaze, Y/N weakly mutters that she had nightmares and couldn’t sleep. They can hear Taylor faintly stirring behind them. 

Seeing her afraid posture, Harry crouches down to her level and raises his hand to which his daughter somewhat flinches. He softens a great deal at the motion, placing the bare hand on her head to slightly ruffle her hair, which incites a tiny almost afraid giggle.

Taylor appears behind Harry and yawns. She gets down to her knees beside her husband, smiling clemently. She gently asks about what happened. Cooing pitifully at her daughter’s sleepless night, Taylor comforts her by pulling her into an embrace and into her lap. Harry strokes her back and Y/N swears it doesn’t get any better. Until she asks if she could sleep in their room. 

She looks up from her position on her mother’s lap, now sleepily mumbling out a request to sleep with them. Harry goes ever so slightly rigid as Taylor’s pale blue eyes flit from her daughter to her husband chewing the inside of his cheek. Before she could think about agreeing, Harry starts, “You should sleep in your own room. You’re a big girl.” 

And it probably came out more irately than it was meant or was supposed to. Taylor vaguely winces at his tone, proceeding to shut him up and backtrack on his words. “I’ll tuck you in, yeah? Daddy needs to go to work in the morning, he needs sleep.” 

She looks so dejected at the statement that he almost regrets saying it, especially how he did it.

“Y/N, you can sleep in your own bed, can’t you? Your mom will tuck you in.” She wants to be selfish and say no and throw a tantrum like she knows her siblings would’ve done and easily gotten their way. But deeper in she knows they wouldn’t need to know a tantrum in the first place. 

She sniffles, tears fluttering in her eyes. Well, she doesn’t want to trouble her dada further, does she? 

Y/N gives them a watery, defeated smile as she trudges down from Taylor’s lap. Harry’s heart breaks (for some strange reason) when she defeatedly crawls back to her room, turning once at her door, waving sweetly and disappearing inside. Taylor sighs from beside him as they get up.

“It’s ok H, she needs to learn to get up on her own.” She appeared to have caught on to his sudden and rare burst of sadness on the occasion of his eldest. However, he shrugs her off, muttering and going back to the room. His wife shakes her head and follows him into their bedroom. 

He remembers it all too well. Time didn’t seem to fly where inky minutes turned into the early hours of the morning. He seemed to be paralysed by it. Unable to fall asleep and think about anything except Y/N’s sad face. It goes round and round like a satellite in his head. Spinning around waiting for him to pay attention. 

Soft shuffling rouses him from the murkiness of his thoughts. He looks beside him where his wife lay comfortably, sound asleep. He can somewhat hear light little footsteps descending the stairs but he convinces himself it was just due to his lack of sleep. 

Now, he’s pretty sure he heard the clanging of something downstairs. He glances at the soft blue letters of the clock. 2:40. Crawling out from under the covers (and his wife), Harry makes his way to the kitchen where he can see tiny shadows dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light. 

“The fridge light washes this room white.” He thinks. 

Entering the kitchen he sees something, he’s not entirely surprised by. Y/N stands there holding the fridge door, periodically drinking, what he assumes to be orange juice according to the juice box in her hand. Her eyes go impossibly wide as she turns and notices her father standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a softly amused expression that her startled little head does not register. 

The door simply slips from her hand and shuts close as she nervously puts down the juice box on the floor. Tears immediately start pooling in her eyes and she starts blubbering out apologies. Harry frowns at her fear, crouching near her but that just makes her more scared. Y/N chokes in her apologies and winces once again when he raises his hands to shush her (again for some bizarre reason he couldn’t explain to himself). 

And Harry feels….hurt? Why is his own daughter afraid of him that way?

He tuts and tugs her into his arms which well alarms the both of them. Y/N hesitantly relaxes against his silky sleep shirt as he tentatively tightens his arms around her. “It’s uh it’s ok.” He clears his throat kinda awkwardly. 

But that doesn’t stop her from pulling back and spewing out justification for drinking juice in the middle of the night. 

“I’m really sorry dada. I didn’t mean to make you mad. I promise. I was going to sleep but then the bad dream was- it was scaring me and I just came down to drink water and then I found a juice box so I took it, I’ll put it back, please don’t be mad at m-” 

“Hey hey hey. It’s ok Y/N. You can have it, yeah? You can have one more.” That stops her in her hiccuped rambling of an apology in it’s tracks, eyes wide once again. Terribly hidden surprise and disbelief was skewered over her features as she confirmed that he really was not mad at her. He was even ready to give her another one!

He picks her up and sets her on the kitchen on counter. The action most certainly shocks her. 

“Has papa drank that weird liquid thing again? Is he gonna punish me later? Why isn’t he mad? I want ice cream. Is dada going crazy? Why didn’t he shout and call mama? I really want ice cream. I hope he doesn’t get mad again. Will he get ma-” Y/N’s tiny head is almost short circuiting due to her father’s strange mood swing. 

Harry, meanwhile, picks up the juice box she was already drinking and hands it to her. She innocently sips from it, observing him all while silently wondering about what even was happening. 

His smile is slightly tight. Unnatural maybe. But atleast he was smiling at her. Once the box is finished, which was pretty quick, she jumps down from the kitchen island, scrambling to throw it into the bin as Harry’s eyebrows wrinkle. His furrowed gaze never once wavers from her small frame. She cowers in front of him, softly stuttering out a goodnight.

“Good night, dada. I will quickly go to sleep, promise. Won’t bother you anymore.” His confusion and creeping agitation is evident on his face. 

“Do you not want me to read you something or sing or what?” Charlotte and Ethan would’ve begged him to do something of that sort by now not that they would’ve been in a position where they had to ask Harry for stories. He voluntarily dished out such things for his younger kids. 

“Um uh I- I- I don’t- I don’t want to trouble you papa. Mama said you had work, you can go to sleep. I can go to sleep by myself now.” She didn’t sound very sure of it but tried her best to unwaveringly deliver her partial lie. 

He sighs and holds out his hand. “Come on Y/N. Let’s get you in bed.” 

The wide eyes should be trademarked at this point. 

Slowly creeping up the staircase, the duo tip toe into Harry’s bedroom to where Taylor was sleeping. He motions for her to quietly get under the blanket. She moves uncertainly as if he was gonna suddenly change his mind and not let her sleep in their bedroom. 

Once she gets under the covers, her mother instincually pulls her closer. A pleased sigh emanates through the room. Smiling, Harry leaves the room to go work in his home studio. He wasn’t gonna fall back asleep anytime soon.

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It hurts his heart to think about it now. He acted like nothing happened the very next day, crushing Y/N’s hopes in his ringed fist. 

The memories go through his head like flashbacks in a film reel as he sits there with his wife and kids, watching his daughter lay asleep in a hospital bed. 

Y/N doesn’t wake for the next few hours. Not until she’s sure that visitor hours are over and her family has left. 

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3 weeks later

Its been about 3 weeks since they discharged her from the hospital. 2 weeks since, what everybody keeps referring to as ‘that night’. The air in the Styles’ household seems sombre and stale. As if somebody was gonna burst out screaming and crying. 

She’s planned to leave for university in the next few days. The last of her stuff is packed up and shipped to her new apartment in Stanford which her parents were adamant on funding. She didn’t fight them a lot on that. 

All that was left now, were the damn boxes full of years of tropies, awards, prizes and certificates. Photographs, keepsakes, diaries. A lot was there under her bed. But not anymore. 

Harry’s watches Y/N from the doorway, her back to him. She digs around the boxes like she was searching for something important. She’s scoured through the other 2 boxes seemingly not having found whatever it was she had been looking for. 

With a sudden gasp, she straightens up holding a few polaroid pictures in her hand. Harry can just make out what the pictures are of. Them.

The first one is of Harry and Taylor sitting together in the grass, laughing. It looked like the shot was taken while they weren’t aware. All of the pictures looked like that. In the second one, everyone except Y/N is sitting around the kitchen island apparently having breakfast. Their faces were cheerful, unaware that somebody was capturing the moment. The next one was one of the photographs they’d taken on a family vacation. This shot had all 5 of them in the frame. They were sitting on the sofa at Anne’s old Cheshire house. Charlotte and Ethan are settled in Harry’s lap and Y/N in Taylor’s. He remembers Gemma pushing them together and quickly getting the snap. They’re all giggling and happy. 

The last one. The last picture in Y/N’s hand was of her and her father. Harry’s cradling a newborn Y/N in his arms, holding her as if she’d break if he so much as to dared to breath harshly. His gaze was fixated on her with a loving look. Something so uncommon, she’d die for it now. 

He’s gonna start crying. He swears he is. He sniffles from the doorway and watches Y/N’s head shoot up in alarm. Her eyes glisten with tears in the light. Sighing, she looks back down to stuff the pictures inside a folder and into her bag. 

“D-dinner’s ready, Y/N. I made lasagna for you.” 

She mutters out a response as she shuts the box and pushes it to the side with the other ones. 

She hopes her life gets better

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3 months later

It’s been three months since she left their house and she’s never felt better. Never felt so in control. Taylor calls her every one or two days with Harry chiming in, asking about her day. She’s trying to talk to him without the sarcasm and bitter comments. Its not proven to be very successful till now but Harry won’t stop trying. No matter her words he still asks her a question and tells her a dad joke when he calls her.

University is good. She’s making friends that understand her. Finding her own people. Y/N decided to keep this small kitten she saw wandering around on campus. It looked lost and hurt; like her. Named it Oreo.  

She thinks her life might start getting better. 

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2 years later

Its been three years since she started university. She found a bestfriend in a girl called Lila. Y/N thinks she might love her. Oreo has become her forever companion and found his best friend in Lila’s cat, Milkie. Her course still has a year to go.

She calls Harry everyday now. Their relationship is getting better. She’s started to forgive him because her therapist and Lila told her to be the bigger person and move on. He’s not entirely forgiven but he knows that 17 years of pain isn’t forgotten that easily. Harry’s trying his hardest for her now and Y/N isn’t letting it go unnoticed. 

She visits home for break and stays. She used to have dinner and leave the next morning, gradually staying for the weekend and then the week and then the entire break. She celebrates, Christmas, Easter and birthdays with them. 

Christmas break is starting in a weeks. This time Lila is going with her. 

Her life is getting better.

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo) PT 13

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

SMUT GUYS RUN

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y/n’s pov

Its been a week since we got our nails done and its time for the boys football game, I was getting ready and texting Olivia since she would be picking me up for us to watch the game together. I ended up having to spend this entire past week at my moms which was more than miserable for me. She just did her usual, scolding me for existing. I spent the week just in Ms. Scaponi’s office and leaving school before lunch to calm down with my dad before having to go back to that hell hole, Ms. Scaponi informed all my teachers that it was my moms week so they had all given me my school work to do as homework to be distracted at my moms. Around the teachers my home life not being the best was a known thing, unlike with the students, not many people knew about my mom but Haylee, Olivia and the triplets. They understood I would be distant this week, I hadn't actually seen them besides in the hall but they made sure I knew they were thinking about me. They sent me goodnight, good morning , how are you texts, Matt a little more sensual than the other boys.

I finished getting dressed putting on a hoodie with my schools name on it and leggings with a vest and my Uggs. Olivia pulled up front while I grabbed my sleepover bag as I could finally stay the night at the boys house again. “Hello” She said moving her bag off of the passenger seat “Im so happy your boyfriend is on the team because I literally could not go to this alone” I threw my bag into the back as we pulled out of the drive way.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Olivia says as we walk up the bleachers, before I could react she pulls me down into an open seat in the bleachers. “What's wrong?” I ask looking over at her “The girls I always sit with, they are sitting with Maddy” I shivered from the cold air rolling my eyes at the name “I dont even care anymore, she's dumb if she starts anything at this point because im the one fucking Matt not her.” I look towards the field as Liv broke down in laughter “If you want we can sit up there” I looked into her eyes so she knew I meant it. “No, we stay here and enjoy OUR time. We also showed up half an hour late so we can pretend to pay attention” I laughed agreeing looking back on the field.

Matt told me he was number four and Chris was number 3 so I could easily find them on the field. My eyes finally find Matt and seeing him right now was enough for me to give it up to him, he was on the sideline, helmet off, head leadened back. His hair was wet with sweat as his tattoo’ed arm was hung over the top of the bench. “Olivia, I physically dont know if I can hold myself back. Look at Matthew” I grabbed her arm pointing down at him as her mouth drops “I know I have a boyfriend and all, but you hit the fucking jackpot. He looks so sexy” We started laughing as Matt started looking around, finally his eyes landed on me and he gave me a toothy smile, I looked at him waving and smiling. He sends me a wink before putting his helmet back on and running back onto the field.

Finally it was half time and that meant it was time for the boys senior recognition. I saw Marylou, Jimmy, and what Im guessing is their older brother start walking down the bleachers. The school called out their names as the cheerleaders handed them flowers and they walked onto the field with their families. It was all a really cute and I ran down the bleachers taking pictures for them.

The game ended and the boys won 21- 14 me and Liv were stood outside the locker room waiting for our boys. I had already grabbed my bag from her car. The boys started piling out one by one till Matt and Chris walked out, Matt flung his arm around me as we turned around to leave, Maddy was stood behind us with two of her friends with her arms crossed. “Hi Maddy” Matt says clearly tired “Hi Matt! I have missed you” She said walking towards him, even though I was literally standing directly next to him “Yea, we are gonna go home now. Im real tired” He said wrapping his arm tighter walking away “You are so getting some tonight” I whispered on his ears on my tip toes. Matt quickly picked me up throwing my over his shoulder while running towards his car with a sudden burst of energy.

Chris got into the car after thanking a couple people for him and Matt. “Cmon Chris I wanna get home” Matt said as Chris talked at the door with some girl. “Dont worry Matty, you have me all night” I whispered again kissing his cheek “You two need to shower” I said plugging my nose as Chris got into the car “PICKLE!” He yelled wrapping his arms around me “ I missed you to Christopher” I giggled at him. Matt threw the car into reverse practically speeding home.

“y/n so nice of you to support the boys tonight” Mary-lou said as we all sat around the table eating “I love being here, thank you so much for allowing me into your home” I said smiling at her as I placed down my crust “y/n you are always welcome, here let me give you my number incase you ever need anything. The boys have told me how things are at your moms” I nodded looking down as she grabbed a pen and paper, I was grateful she was so nice about it and didn't push to ask questions. We all finished eating and talking as Matt ran into the bathroom to shower I kissed Chris and Nicks cheeks before going into the room I have claimed for the night, I put on a matching silk pajama set waiting for Matt to be done showering.

This time only in a pair of plaid boxers, He immediately got onto the bed deeply sealing his lips with mine. He ripped the blank off of me looking down seeing the set I picked just for him. “You’re so beautiful” he says before kissing me again. I lace my hands around his head into his hair pulling slightly at the ends of it, He pulls away from me looking into my eyes “tell me this is what you want, ill do whatever you want” I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth nodding my head yes “I need words princess” He says as his hands trail down my stomach to my waist playing with my hip bone “Yes Matt, please” its like my words flipped a switch because his beautiful soft blue eyes, turned into something dark and full of lust. He ripped my shorts down and pulled my legs apart by my thighs and a soft moan left my mouth from the sudden motion. “Quiet princess” he said pulling his mouth closer to my box, where I could feel his hot breathe against it “Come on Ma-” my words were cut off with moans from him connecting his mouth lapping his tongue between my folds, I hadn't been touched since the last time we did anything so I was already a moaning mess just a minute in “I said quiet.” Matt said removing his mouth and shoving two fingers into my mouth, I started sucking on them until he slipped two fingers into me causing me to practically gag on them from leaning forward. I started to feel a knot in my stomach that I knew was going to snap any moment from his fast past movements. I started lightly biting on his fingers signifying I was close causing Matt to speed up his actions. I fully latched onto his fingers as I came down from my high Matt pumping his fingers in me throughout it, he pulled his fingers out of me replacing the ones in my mouth with his opposite hand. I sucked his fingers clean of my own juices and he immediately connected our lips to taste myself off my tongue. “Flip over” He said deeply into my ear, I sat up taking my shirt off flipping over on my hands and knees. Matt pulled his boxers down infant of my face as I was greeted with his familiar pink tip. “Open” he says and I oblige as he shoves his cock into my mouth holding the back of my head. He only did it for a minute before flipping me back over and pulling me to the edge of the bed with my hips just barely hanging off as he stood. He slipped in his member slowly letting me adjust to his size as I threw my head back into the bed trying to contain my moans but to no avail he starts to slowly thrust into men, my moans start to get louder as he started to speed up pressing a hand over my mouth “You look so pretty like this” he says leaning down taking my hardened nipple into his mouth and lightly passes his tongue over it. I gripped onto the hand holding my mouth trying to somehow pull it closer to me “Faster please” I say muffled through his hand. He stands back up straight grabbing onto my hips and started pounding into me as rough as he could. I grab a pillow placing it over my face and using my other hand to rub small circles over my clit. “Holy fuck you are so hot” I felt the familiar knot in my stomach “Matt, im gonna cum” I say moving the pillow just for the sentence to slip out. “Me too, where do you want it?” I take my hand off the pillow pointing to my stomach and I rub faster feeling his thrusts get sloppier “Fuck” he moans as I start to cum “God, its like you were made for me” he says before pulling out and white hot strips fall all over my stomach.

We sit there for a moment before Matt slips on his boxers “Hold on” he says walking out of the room, I remove the pillow of my face with my mouth wide open. “Here” he enters the room and starts rubbing my stomach with a hot rag. He finishes cleaning me up before handing me one of his T-shirts, I slip it over me pulling my shorts up and climbing into the bed. “Goodnight princess” he says as he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to him “Goodnight Matthew” I say as I close my eyes and we drift off to sleep together.

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Which Genshin Character TR boys would main.

I thought this would be a fun idea so here we go! Tell me if yall want a part 2 with more Tokyo Rev characters or MHA characters.

꒰Tokyo Revenger Headcanons + Genshin Impact Mains ꒱

꒰Characters: Mikey/Manjiro Sano, Draken/ken Ryuguji, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Smily/Nahoya, Angry/Souya, Takemichi, Kazutora, Hanma꒱

Mikey/Manjiro Sano = Albedo

I feel like he would definitely main Albedo for the main fact that they look similar and Mikey thought Albedo was made for him LMAO.

Draken/Ken Ryuguji = Raiden

For months he had been saving his primos and grinding for the Raiden shogun's rerun. And when he finally won a 50/50 after 20+ pulls. After getting her, Draken felt fucking amazing, he built her pretty well so in the first week of having Raiden had leveled her up to lv80?!

Baji = Itto

Baji saw a thirst trap edit on TikTok and literally fell in love with his manliness. He is now a devoted stan/simp. But everyone thinks he pulled for Itto because they are so similar with there personalities.

Chifuyu = Keqing

He just got her on the beginner's wish, he didn't care what character he pulled he just loved playing the game and that's all that mattered.

Mitsuya = Yae Miko

Mitsuya's absolutely is simp and he doesn't deny it. He spends every single enhancement material on her no matter how much his other characters need it.

Smily/Nahoya = Cyno

Smily really likes his character design and his energy/vibe. Sometimes when he plays he pretends his Cyno battling it out with some local hilichurl.

Angry/Souya = Alhaitham

Angry is such a cinnamon roll and when people question why Alhaitham is his main in literally all his team builds, he lies and says he thinks his cool. But actually, he really likes his voice.

Takemichi = Xiao

Takemichi accidently pulled for Xiao during his banner thinking he wouldn't get him because his unlucky. It took a single wish to get Xiao. He tried his luck with other banners but xiao is the only 5 star his ever gotten.

Kazutora = Tighnari

Kazutora is one hell of a wild card and he was pretty upset he got Tighnari even though he was pulling for a 4-star. He slowly grew to like Tighnari and now he mains most of his teams.

Hanma = childe

Hanma likes to think of himself as a villain/vigilante kinda guy. So he thought Childe was a pretty great character besides the other goody-two-shoes characters in genshin.

[thegamingcatmom]

Okay but also imagine yet another poor, unfortunate soul managing to invade the (cursed) building and just sets out to explore because, wouldn't you?

And suddenly there's sounds of howling and growling and it sounds like a cat´s dying somewhere and this poor, unfortunate soul goes to check it out because they have no idea and someone might need help and so they run, run, run to get there in time and help and as they round the corner they expect to be met with a battlefield but what they see instead is-

That poor, unfortunate soul did expect many things indeed, but someone getting absolutely dry humped into oblivion by...something - looking like the walking dead - was not one of them and also-

What the actual fuck-

Well, let's just say Maggot Momma wasn't best pleased about her neck-deep-into-whatever-part-of-you-time being interrupted and she´s been so close to reaching that grande finale and she'll personally see to it that this scum rots in hell and-

Head lifting - almost in slow motion - from where it´s been burried in your neck to fix it´s gaze on the intruder - the corners of it´s mouth slowly pulling upwards and - if looks could kill-

Setting you down gently, tenderly, from where it´s been holding you up against the wall - a clawed hand that was previously supporting your bum to keep you up and aligned with it now descending until your feet reach solid ground again - but that hand has yet to abandon it´s rightful place-

Another clawed hand pulling out from where it´s been imbedded in the wall, moving down to brush it´s back across your cheek, rake through your hair-

All the while never breaking eye contact with Its prey.

And well, after recent happenings you´ve come to realize that you truly (probably) won´t be getting munched on any time soon - why? That´s anyone´s guess. But you kinda feel like there´s been a silent agreement of sorts between you and it ever since (meaning: Maggot Momma doing what she damn well pleases because she cba about your worries when your smell-) and, granted, you didn´t think serving as a humping pillow was the way to go when it comes to saving at least some of these souls but you have noticed the killing sprees becoming less frequent and there´s been less blood, guts and gore galore ever since...recent happenings.

(However - and we´re not gonna talk about this - Momma has to kill time (amongst other things) in some way when you´ve decided to neglect her - again - because of rather trivial matters like needing to sleep.)

(Her perfect little Drama Queen indeed.)

But some souls are just lost, cannot be saved no matter how hard you try-

(Meaning: how long you manage to keep Maggot Mommy distracted before you fall asleep on her you wimp-)

And so, Maggot Momma takes one last whiff of perfection - energizing her, getting her going - before she´s off, running like the devil itself and-

Poor, unfortunate soul indeed.

A/N: This post was brought to you by one of my fur babies and his habit of, quite literally, humping that pillow into oblivion.

(Thought yall could use something lighter after...recent happenings.)

[divorcetual]

PART TWO OF MSC THIRD WHEELING SAGA:

Me: oh you played identity v too thats so neat!!!

Bai Liu: of course, its a horror mobile game made by a local (chinese) company, also quite interesting mechanics (even though its mainly from DBD)

Me: they worked together tho right? the games' production company

Bai Liu: Yeah they did, very cool tbh. Btw, did you play ranked? like won any esports tournament?

Me: me???? pfft nah i was like a casual player i guess. Who did you main?

Bai Liu: mostly player Survivor as Mechanic but I also dabble in playing Prisoner or Prospector. What about you, who'd you main (as a survivor)

Me: oh thats freaking fun man im a gardener main. What about Hunter?

Bai Liu: I mean I don't really main Hunters but i do admit they have pretty good designs, not so creepy to not get censored but quite intriguing and unsettling in their own way. Like Wu Chang? cool mechanic

Me: Right??? i could never play him though I'm mostly like a Naiad main?

Bai Liu: Naiads cool and quite OP, wish there was like a merman hunter too lol

Mu Sicheng: this pork is so good you guys i hope you two KILL YOURSELVES right NOW. ill set this table on fire . ill take all of it with my skill and we will finally be free of this purgatory. You guys have ANY idea how much time we're wasting right now????

Bai Liu: like , 4 minutes? tops?

Mu Sicheng: IT'LL BE 12 HOURS BY THE TIME YOU TWO ARE DONE YAPPING

Me: what if i killed you? shut up. let us talk about devising a strategy to collect the monster book pages

Bai Liu: oh yeah we havent been doing that havent we

Me: I mean, we've mostly been talking about the economy and horror gacha so no, also you guys havent told me what yall want and what yall are offering for this supper btw

Mu Sicheng: i want your damn life

Me: hey man I know im like famous but my life is probably worth more than your entire game inventory so like no thanks, can you give me unbothered henry instead?

unbothered henry: 🙉

Bai Liu: can i get like infinite mental bleach from here and keep it in my inventory? it counts right?

Me: well i have a lot stocked up so surezies what are u paying with

Bai Liu: a chance to browse all my irl game accounts in different games and try out all my characters whenever you want

Me: okay deal

Mu Sicheng: SERIUOUSLY??;?!!!??! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?!?!?!

Me: system, mute disciple Mu Sicheng hes interrupting our nice friday night dinner right now

System: ['The Last Supper' Target Mu Sicheng is currently in Mute 🔕 mode! Time set to 3 minutes muted as there are 3 participants currently in the domain!]

Bai Liu: unbothered henry doesn't count as a guest? that's so sad

Me: nah hes a meal

unbothered henry: 🐵...

LMAOOOOOO